Podcasts about Farr

We start the show off with some super cross talk Ireland, & Chris "Geeter" McGee. Morales comes in to do a live open for the show. D'Marco is back from his vacation, Travis is in, & Marcas Grant is in as always on Mondays. There were videos over the weekend from TMZ that had former Rams super bowl champ Aaron Donald practicing at the Rams facility. Is it a sign that he will be coming back? FIRST PITCH with Greg Bergman. The Dodgers have been linked to Detroit Tigers Pitcher Tarik Skubal. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Send us Fan MailJoin Ed for a rollicking conversation with New York City improviser and unapologetic Prince superfan Jason Farr. Jason talks about growing up in the Carolinas, what it was like being an '80s kid, and how Prince's fearless approach to music continues to shape the way he performs improv.More about Jason: Jason Farr is an Actor, Comedian, and Podcaster living in Brooklyn. He's a member of the Magnet Theater community (https://magnettheater.com/) as both a performer and teacher. He loves grounded but still silly comedy so he loves performing every Friday night at 9pm at Magnet on The Friday Night Sh*w! He's a frequent guest on various shows at the theater and around the city. He also hosts a weekly podcast about comedy called “There It Is” (thereitispod.com).Enjoy!Support the showA deeper dive into Prince than you probably wanted

Barcelone est la deuxième ville d'ʹEspagne ainsi que la capitale de la Catalogne. Celle qui a toujours été convoitée est aujourdʹhui emblématique et très prisée des touristes. Son histoire est riche et peut facilement se lire dans son urbanisme ou ses monuments. Johanne Dussez en parle avec Sébastien Farré, historien, spécialiste de LʹEspagne contemporaine et directeur exécutif de la maison de lʹhistoire à lʹUniversité de Genève.

Many people in small communities on Prince of Wales Island in Alaska rely on hunting for subsistence. And staff at one school district want to make sure they do it safely – by making hunter education a part of the curriculum. KRBD's Sydney Dauphinais went to the student's end of year field test and has this story. It is a cloudy morning at the Prince of Wales Shooting Club. Emma Garrison, a ninth grader from Thorne Bay, is trying to keep her gun steady. “Ohhh my gosh.” She and eight other students, all armed with rifles and safety gear, line up on yoga mats under a three sided shelter. She has been taking the Hunter Ed class all semester. Today, she's putting her studying to the test. “I was really nervous. Yesterday was the first day I'd ever shot a gun, so.” There are over 30 students from the Southeast Island School District taking their hunters ed certification field test today. If the students pass, they get Hunter Ed certified. This was the first year the district incorporated Hunter Education into the curriculum, with a goal to get every student from sixth to twelfth grades certified. The certification, which is through the Alaska Department of Fish and Game, is required for most Alaskans to legally hunt. And in many smaller Prince of Wales Island communities, hunting is a key part of the lifestyle. The Southeast Island School district is spread out with under 150 students in seven remote schools across Prince of Wales and Baranof Islands, but all the students at the shooting club today have spent the last semester taking the course. Ellen Hannan is a retired teacher and a volunteer with Fish and Game. She has been teaching Hunter Ed in Southeast for 25 years. “Raise your hand, how many people have shot before? Anytime, anywhere, anything?” Most of the students raise their hands. Hannan says that is why the class is so important. She knows many of these students are around guns from  a young age and she wants them to be safe. The number one rule: always treat guns as if they are loaded, to help keep yourself and others safe. Hannan helps the students hold and load their guns, shooting targets in four positions: laying down, kneeling, sitting, and standing. “So what you've gotta do is get four outta five shots in a 2 inch circle. That means it touches it anywhere.” Down towards the clubhouse, students are taking a walk through the forest. It is part of the field test to identify cardboard animals and discern when, how, and if it is ethical to shoot them. One of the students is Wyatt Farr, an eighth grader from Coffman Cove.  He has been hunting with his family for years. “It’s fun. I just like, yeah, I like being outdoors, and like actually doing things, instead of like sitting there playing video games.” Farr likes to hunt deer and grouse – and wants to hunt bears soon. He says his favorite part is enjoying the meat he has processed, but he also likes how calm and quiet it is in the outdoors The course also includes basic survival skills, wildlife conservation and respect for other hunters. That's part of what he likes about it. “So there’s not like just like clueless people going out walking in the woods and like getting hurt and stuff, and it's also like teaching the generations to come how to like properly do things.” Every teacher teaches the class a little differently. Melissa Dougherty, a teacher at Thorne Bay with a background in biology, designed the curriculum so it blends with broader outdoor education. She knows the outdoors are a big part of her students’ lives and she wants them to be aware of their surroundings. She says killing an animal is a serious thing – and she wants her students to be thoughtful and observant when they are out in nature. “I think it’s really important to spend time thinking about how you fit into your environment and gaining an appreciation for the world around you.” At the end of the day, every student passed their hunter's ed field test and received their signed certificate – which is valid for life. Get National Native News delivered to your inbox daily. Sign up for our daily newsletter today. Download our NV1 Android or iOs App for breaking news alerts. Check out today’s Native America Calling episode

We start the show off with some super cross talk with AK Andy Kamenetzky and Momo Ramona Shelburne. D'Marco is in along with SU'A Cravens who is in for Travis Rodgers. There is more transactions that happened in the NBA. The Minnesota Timberwolves traded Naz Reid a 2033 unprotected first rd pick, three 1st round pick swaps, and three second rd picks to the Charlotte Hornets for Lamelo Ball and Josh Green. How does this shape up the Western Conference. FIRST PITCH with Greg Bergman. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Previously on Saga of the Jewels…The life of seventeen-year-old RYN, bookish son of a wealthy landowner, changes forever when his hometown is destroyed by the EMPIRE and everyone he has ever known is killed. Ryn discovers that the Empire are seeking TWELVE PRIMEVAL JEWELS which grant the power to manipulate different elements, and that his father had been hiding the FIRE RUBY. He sets out to take revenge on the Imperial General who killed his family and retrieve the Fire Ruby, and along the way meets NUTHEA the lightning-slinging princess, SAGAR the swaggering skypirate, ELRANN the tomboy engineer, CID the wizened old healer, and VISH the poppy-seed-addicted bounty hunter. Together the companions decide to find all of the Jewels in order to stop the evil EMPEROR from finding them first and taking over the world. They have thus far succeeded in retrieving the Fire Ruby, borne by Ryn, and the Lightning Crystal, borne by Nuthea. They have now come to the land of FARR where they intend to compete in a hand-to-hand fighting tournament in an attempt to win its prize, the EARTH EMERALD…EPISODE FORTY-FOUR: THE TOURNAMENT: GRAND FINALClouds were gathering.Win this tournament, Ryn thought, as fast as possible. Get the Earth Emerald. Get out of here. Find the other Jewels. Save the world. Stay with Nuthea. Live a meaningful life.Don't lose.The hulking figure of Huld regarded him from the other side of the arena, bald and brawny in his green robes. The monk stood legs apart with one foot slightly further forward than the other, hands held up with splayed fingers in a fighting stance, something he had not even done for Sagar.Sagar had forfeited his match in the end to chase after some woman he had fought earlier while Ryn and Nuthea had been speaking to the Governor. That meant that Ryn had to fight Huld instead of the skypirate.He was actually more nervous at the prospect of fighting the monk, but at least he wasn't having to fight a friend. Cid had healed Ryn after his last match against Vish, so that he was fighting fit again and ready. But Huld hadn't even needed any healing after his match with Sagar, despite it being offered according to their agreement with the Governor.The Farrian audience made no sound at all. Ryn could hear his own breathing. He reviewed his plan. He had already decided how he would open in this match. He didn't want the monk to have an opportunity to get close to him. The boy knew he couldn't win against Huld in a straight fight, but if he was able to keep the monk at bay with his elemental projection, he might just have a chance. Vish had said as much, anyway, and Vish knew a lot more about fighting than he did.“READY……FIGHT!” shouted the announcer for the last time that day.Ryn flung his hands forwards immediately, launching a hot, orange fireball at Huld.The monk made a raising hand gesture at once and a section of the stone arena floor rose up to form a wall in front of him, which the fireball broke apart on, scorching it black.Cid's words of advice echoed in Ryn's mind: Elemental projections still obey the normal laws of nature. Fire may consume earth or wood or vegetation, but it cannot burn stone. It is young man's Huld's body that will be especially susceptible to fire attacks.But that meant Ryn would need to land a hit on Huld's body.The wall of stone that the monk had raised suddenly broke off from the floor and shot towards Ryn, a man-sized slab rushing along the ground.He dived to one side out of the way, lost his footing and stumbled over, but then came up again as fast he could, not wanting to spare Huld a single moment to exploit, throwing another fireball at him as he rose.This one the monk dodged, casually side-stepping out of its path.Ryn threw another. Another. Another, trying to anticipate where the monk was going to dodge to next. This tactic had just about worked on Vish, but somehow Huld sidestepped and weaved so unpredictably that Ryn couldn't hit him. The fireballs only hit with the floor or shot over the heads of the audience. Huld didn't jump into the air like Vish had, and he didn't even bother using earth manipulation to block Ryn's projectiles any more.It looked like landing a hit was going to be even more difficult than he had thought.His first tactic exhausted, hot panic flooded Ryn's head. He lit himself on fire with a shout and ran at Huld. If he couldn't land a hit with a ranged attack, he would just have to try hitting him up close.The flames billowed around Ryn's body as he ran. The monk held his ground, standing stone still with bunched fists.Ryn arrived putting all of his weight behind a mad punch, another angry shout involuntarily issuing from his lips.He almost connected, but at the last moment Huld side-stepped out of the way again and Ryn went past him.Fearing a counter, Ryn turned immediately with a flaming kick. The monk took a step back out of the way of it.Ryn tried another kick with his other leg, then another and another, then even threw in one of Vish's roundhouse kicks, surprised that he had remembered how to do it from the week's training.The monk moved out of the way of them all. His movements were deliberate, controlled, efficient, expending the minimal amount of energy required to dodge out of the way of the Ryn's desperate attacks.The boy switched back to punches, chasing after Huld and flinging his fists out at the monk, who only danced away from them.Ryn came to a halt, breathing hard, the fire around his body still burning, having failed to land a single hit.Huld merely continued to regard him from where he had ended up a few paces away, now holding his hands behind his back.Damn it, but the monk wasn't just strong, he was also so fast. A man that size shouldn't be able to move so quickly!“Are you toying with me?” Ryn asked, keeping his voice quiet so that the crowd, and Nuthea, wouldn't hear.“No,” the monk said straightforwardly with his omnipresent smile. “I am just observing your style some more.” Then the smile disappeared into a flat line, possibly the first time that Ryn had seen it drop. “What there is of it, at least. This would be toying with you, foreigner.”A wedge of stone rose up out of the floor in front of Ryn, smashing into his chest, hitting him so hard he was chucked up into the air.His fire went out.He hung for a moment at the apex of his flight, aware that he was about to fall back to earth.But then something else smacked into his back, bright pain erupting across it, one, two, three times, he lost count in the pain.Now he flew upwards, delirious with shock, the dark clouds in the sky getting nearer for a few moments, then hung weightless once more.He began to fall again, and as he did so he turned over in the air helplessly and fell head-first.Huld, moving towards him, standing atop a pillar of stone that he was causing to rise up from the ground.The monk reached him and punched him in the stomach.Now Ryn was thrown along the horizontal, he knew from the thrilled faces of the crowd that passed below.He was going to land among them, out of bounds.No I'm not, damn it!He found his bearings and thrust his hands in the direction he was moving in, projecting fire from them. Jets of flame appeared, the push-back from them arresting his flight, then reversing it, so that he began to move back the way he had come, flipping over and beginning to fly back into the arena, now holding his hands out behind him.He shut his jaw tight against the pain setting in all over his body, then looked for where he was going to land.Huld had come down from his pillar and stood waiting, no sign of surprise on his smiling face at all.Ryn found the wherewithal to light himself on fire again, and at the same time he projected fire from the soles of his feet, further accelerating his flight, and directed himself at the monkBut Huld still had time to raise another stone barrier before Ryn made impact.Ryn screamed with rage and pulled his limbs in to his chest, curling himself up and holding his fists in front of his face.He cannonballed into the wall, the impact smashing against his forearms and rattling his teeth, then heard the shuddering sound of stone breaking apart.He collided with Huld beyond it in a shower of stone and dust, smacking full into the monk's body and bouncing off him and to the side, where he hit the floor hard, bounced a few more times and came to a stop on his back.Spinning dark clouds above him, and the noise of the audience's angry shouts in his ears.He groaned as the pain caught up to him fully. Terrible, aching bruises on his arms, the backs of his hands, his chest, his back, his stomach, his head. His whole body throbbed with them. His flame-aura had extinguished again, but at least he was still conscious, and he was dimly hopeful that the flames had still been around him when he had collided with Huld.The monk wasn't following up with any attacks, Ryn realised.In spite of the pain, he forced his body to turn over and push itself shakily to its feet.Sure enough, the monk was only just getting up from where he had landed some length away himself, near one edge of the arena.A blackened semi-circle marred the front of his robes where they hung down over his chest from one shoulder. Little flames still burned here and there on them.Huld grunted as he grabbed the robes with one hand and tore off the top of them, ripping them from his body and throwing them out of the arena where they landed in the sand in a smouldering heap, leaving only his legs covered.His chest, a chiselled arrangement of discrete rectangular muscles, was now marked by its own big, purple bruise where Ryn had cannonballed into him when on fire. The monk grimaced–he was standing, but he didn't look like he was going to attack again in a hurry.The crowd roared their one-sided approval of Huld standing up, but Ryn still detected a note of anger that the Farrian had suffered a hit.Cid was right! Ryn thought amidst the delirium of his ringing head. He could hurt Huld if he connected with him while on fire.But it had taken an awful lot just to connect with him. Ryn couldn't do that again–there was no way that he could throw himself through a barrier of stone again just to land a single hit on his opponent. His body was bruised and bleeding from smashing through the wall and he could barely think straight. And his fireball attacks were useless too–Huld was so fast he just dodged out of the way of them.He needed a way of guaranteeing that his fire attack would connect with Huld, without breaking his body in the process.Ryn had an idea.A last-ditch, bet-it-all, everything-or-nothing kind of idea.It was crazy, but it was the best chance he had right now.He took a deep breath, trying not to wince at the stabs of protest from his ribs. He would definitely need Cid to heal him after this match, whatever its outcome. He gathered his energy and concentrated on where he was going to project it.Huld frowned at him, wavy lines carving his forehead, and Ryn enjoyed that the monk wasn't smiling anymore.“Fiiiiireaaaaaagggggggaaaahhhh!” Ryn shouted, lifting his hands straight up palms-out towards the sky, his focus-word cracking and turning into an agonised cry of effort and then pain as he broke his limit.Flames rose all over the arena.He willed them upwards from the floor, searing and intense, so that they engulfed the entire arena, engulfed him, engulfed Huld, and all was consumed in an exploding inferno of red and orange and yellow fire that leapt up higher than their heads.Somewhere distant he heard the audience calling out in surprise, but he barely paid them any attention.He was at home in the roar of the fire. He didn't feel it as burning heat, but as a delighting, exultant expulsion of energy.After a few moments his arms began to quiver with new pain. He was aware that he had almost exhausted all of his energy, or ‘mana', or whatever Cid called it, and he suddenly let the flames cease, keeping back just a bit of it in reserve in case this attack didn't work.The inferno disappeared, leaving only steam hissing up from the now hot stone tiles of the arena.And there lay Huld, on his side, his body and his remaining robes blackened and burned.Oh no.“Cid!” Ryn shouted as he sprinted as fast as he could manage over to where the monk lay. “Help! I think I might have killed him!”He reached the monk and knelt on both knees next to him. The monk's eyes were shut; his mouth open.But his chest was still moving up and down.The monk's hand shot out and grabbed Ryn's wrist, tight as a vice.The boy went rigid with shock.Huld opened his eyes, brown irises shining. “No, you haven't killed me, foreigner,” he rasped, “though you may have come close. And I hope now that you have used up enough of your energy that you won't be able to do that again.”Huld's fist hit Ryn in the nose and he went over, skidding along on his back and coming to rest. He clutched his face against the pain and tasted the metallic tang of blood as it ran down into his mouth.He stumbled up again.Huld had got to his feet and was staring at him defiantly, jaw set in grim, stony determination.Ryn couldn't believe this man. What strength did he possess, what unfathomable reserves of endurance, that he was able to stand up again and continue to fight when his body and face were red and brown and covered in burns?But at the same time, it looked as though the fire attack had weakened him considerably. And his latest punch hadn't hit quite as hard as before. And the monk was trembling slightly, clearly struggling to stay standing.Maybe now this would be more of a fair fight.Ryn's heart missed a beat. Huld was running towards him.The monk arrived with a punch that Ryn side-stepped, to his own amazement. His attack had slowed the monk down, too.He countered with a punch of his own, which the monk blocked, palming it away harmlessly into the air to the side of him, but no counter came and Ryn had time to try another, which found Huld's gut.“Ungh,” the monk grunted, and took a step backwards. He had hardly been bowled over by the punch, but he had taken the full brunt of it, and it had clearly hurt him.He had been weakened. This would be a fairer fight now.Ryn ran in again and the pair traded more blows. He found that he was able to land some punches and kicks on Huld, and they even seemed to hurt him and knocked him back. He was able to dodge some of Huld's strikes as well, though some still connected with him and hurt like all the hells, but they didn't send him flying across the arena as they had done before.The two of them continued like that for some time, grunting and groaning and flinging their limbs against each other's increasingly worn-out bodies in what Ryn knew had to be the endgame of this match–neither of them could last at this much longer.Then Huld used his earth projection again.The monk willed a pillar of stone up out of the arena floor, aiming it at Ryn–but it didn't move with the rapidity that it had done before. It came up slowly, like Huld was straining to pull it out, and Ryn was able to stagger out of the way of it, then strafe round and run back in to punch Huld, who blocked and lost his concentration, losing his mental grip on the pillar and letting it sink back into the floor.The monk tried several more earth attacks, interspersing them more or less effectively among his forced and stuttered movements, but Ryn had time to get out of the way of them, and they all fell short.Ryn stumbled back a few steps to regather himself, and watched Huld, who for the moment kept his distance too.He's got some mana left, Ryn thought, but he's been severely weakened by my fire. His projections are slower. I can win this.Still, the longer they kept going this way, the more tired Ryn was getting, and the more likely he was going to be caught out by an earth projection or one of Huld's blows. After all, even though he was burned and blackened and bruised, at the end of the day the monk was still far bigger, stronger and faster than Ryn was just in terms of the raw size, strength and speed of their bodies.It was time to finish this.Ryn drew on the last of his energy and lit himself on fire one more time. His whole body ached in complaint as he drew on the last of his physical reserves to project.Huld's eyes grew and his mouth dropped. No doubt he was shocked that Ryn had any energy left himself. But Ryn wasn't using his mana—which was gone. He was projecting from his physical energy.Ryn ran at Huld, pulling his fist back for what he was sure would be the final blow of this final match. The monk wouldn't have time to hit him with an earth attack. This was it.Time slowed.As Ryn's fist got closer, through the flames surrounding his body he saw Huld raising both his hands.Unable to arrest the momentum of his run, Ryn watched in horror as the stone of the arena floor rose up around Huld and encased the monk, moulding around his body to turn him into a brown-stone-encrusted golem.Ryn didn't have time to pull back, and followed through with his punch. His fist crunched into the centre of the stone golem's chest and stopped, his knuckles cracking against it.“Ow,” said Ryn.And then pain sang out from his knuckles so loud he yelped and howled and shook his hand up and down.Huld's eyes looked at him from within the little slit in the stone encasing that the monk had left for them. The muscles around them tightened. He appeared to be smiling once again within his earthen armour.The Huld-golem pulled back a stone fist, and then delivered a massive, jumping uppercut to Ryn's chin that he had no time to block.Ryn lost a moment of consciousness, but regained it while he was still hurtling through the air.He hit the sand outside the arena on his back at the same time he realised that he couldn't scream properly anymore because his jaw had been broken.“Out of bounds!” bellowed the tournament announcer, whom Ryn had landed somewhere near to. “Victory to Huld of Farr! Huld of Farr is the winner!”The crowd exploded with joy.Amidst the muddle of his pain, Ryn saw them climbing and leaping over the wooden barriers that fenced off the arena floor and running onto it. Farrians, men, women and children alike, invading the arena and roaring with triumph and glee. The ones passing Ryn ignored him completely, stepping over him or even knocking into him on the way so that his body protested with fresh pain.Eventually Cid appeared at his side; a friendly, weathered face in the sea of screaming Farrians.“Oh dear,” the old man said. “that looks nasty. Sorry it took me a moment to get to you. I went to Huld first because you burned him so badly, but actually it looks like I should have come to you first…”He lay a hand on the top of his Ryn's throbbing head, spoke the word “Cure-ah,” and relieving warmth spread from the old man's hand into Ryn's head, through his jaw, and down to the rest of his body. His jaw bones clicked back into place and his ribs stopped aching.“Ahhh…” Ryn gasped. “That's better... Thank you, Cid...” He took the old man's hand, who helped him to his feet.“My pleasure,” said Cid, clasping his hand and giving him an affectionate wallop on the back, which would have hurt like hell had Ryn not just been healed. The lines at the corners of his eyes looked particularly pronounced just now. He must be tired from all the healing he had been doing today. “Good effort out there. I'm sorry it didn't work out in the end.”And then it hit Ryn, harder than a stone-fisted uppercut.He had lost.He had lost the Grand Final.He had lost the Grand Final and failed to win the Earth Emerald.He looked over at what was happening to Huld. The invading members of the audience had swarmed around the monk, who was no longer encased in his stone armour, and hoisted him up so that his huge form bobbed up and down atop a sea of hands. He was smiling again.“HULD! HULD! HULD!” the crowd were chanting over and over in celebration.The entire arena was filled with Farrians. More were scrambling to get in to try to touch their new champion, but there was barely any room left inside the fighting square to accommodate them.“What do we do now?” Ryn asked Cid over the noise of the cheering. “How are we going to get the Earth Emerald now?”“I am not entirely sure,” said Cid. “I must admit I did not expect things to turn out this way…” A stab of shame pricked Ryn's guts. “But don't worry, lad. It doesn't matter. There will be a way. The One will show us a way.”As he watched the crowd of Farrians jostling around in the arena and starting to repeatedly launch Huld into the air, Ryn wasn't so sure. Sorrow tugged at his heart. He had let Nuthea down. He had let himself down. He had let everyone down.“ENOUGH!” boomed a voice so loud it shook the sand Ryn stood on.It got the crowd quiet too. As one, they turned to look at who had shouted.The Governor. He was standing on his viewing platform, hands held up for silence again.“While I understand your justified jubilation,” the Governor said loudly, though he didn't need to shout it anymore, “this disorganised display does not become us. All of you, back to the viewing area! Then I shall present Brother Huld with his prize for winning the Grand Final of this tournament.”Slowly, reluctantly, the audience members returned Huld to the ground and began to walk back out of the arena circle, clambering back over the dividing barriers. Apparently they respected the Governor enough to obey him, even in spite of their jubilation at seeing Huld win the Final.Ryn and Cid went and stood at the side of the arena to watch what would happen next. Ryn tried to keep his head down out of view so that people wouldn't see that he had been healed.The Governor descended his platform and a gate in the barrier was opened for him by a monk so that he could walk into the arena, where he went and stood next to Huld.The thick-set man walked around the champion to address the once more patiently watching Farrians from all angles.“Fellow Farrians!” he proclaimed. “What you have witnessed here today is yet another demonstration that—though barbarians and rogues may visit us from over the seas and skies to gaze upon our wonders and challenge our strength—in glory, in might, in power, FARR WILL ALWAYS REIGN SUPREME!”The crowd bellowed its approval, so loud it felt like the earth trembled under Ryn's feet.The Governor turned to the monk at his side. “Brother Huld, Monk of Eto, loyal servant of the Republic of Farr, for your prowess and victory at this Grand Tournament here today, for your defeat of these foreign challengers with their strangest of sorceries, for your impeccable demonstration of the finest fighting arts that Mother Farr has to offer, as prize I now present you with the highest honour I can bestow: The long-lost Earth Emerald of Eto, fabled Jewel of Mid!”The Governor pulled a hand from his robe and thrust it into the air, holding the gleaming green stone aloft. As he did so the arena flared briefly with distant light, which the stone caught with a flash, and a heartbeat later a loud peal of thunder rolled across the sky, like celestial furniture being moved somewhere above the ceiling of cloud cover.Ryn craned his neck upwards. The gathered clouds were thicker and blacker than ever, pregnant with rainstorm.“Congratulations, Brother Huld!” proclaimed the Governor.He handed Huld the stone, and at last the storm broke, and rain burst from the clouds, drenching them in an instantaneous downpour of uncountable water droplets.And with the storm, through the dark clouds, flew a fleet of black, blimp-suspended, sharp-prowed Imperial airships. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit sagaofthejewels.substack.com

In this episode of the Greenside Up Podcast, Jordan and Jason sit down with Zack Farr, third-generation citrus grower, redneck entrepreneur, and co-founder of Biotech Applied Research, for a wild, unfiltered ride from castrating calves to carbon-smart soils. Zack walks through his journey from FSU to Miami sales, back home to struggling citrus groves, into industrial hemp, and ultimately to discovering the power of biochar after a "holy grail" 15' x 15' patch of supercharged soil changed everything. The conversation dives deep into the realities of Florida agriculture, the collapse of citrus, the politics and economics around hemp, and how biochar is being used for tree restoration, mitigation projects, turf and landscape installs, and large-scale soil remediation. Along the way, they swap stories about a high-spec Tampa tree mitigation job that unknowingly used Zack's product, talk practical application methods, ROI, and why biochar might be the "foundation concrete" of healthy soils rather than just another green-industry fad. If you're in trees, turf, landscape, or ag and want a real-world, boots-on-the-ground look at biochar and regenerative practices in Florida, this episode is for you. Connect with Jason and Jordan:

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Over the past three years, the IFMA Board of Directors have made efforts to recognize one of the 34 IFMA Chapters from across the US and Canada for their work in supporting the mission of IFMA as well as their members.   The process for selecting the chapter to be recognized has been assigned to several of our Past IFMA Presidents, and three of them are here with me today to talk a little more about the Chapter Recognition award and their thought process in selecting the past three award recipients.   We not only discuss their criteria for selecting the recipients, but overall benefits of being an IFMA Chapter. 

In this episode, Adam Marycz - Early Childhood Educationalist at TTS and host of this podcast - is joined by Tina Farr, Headteacher of St. Ebbe's Primary School in Oxford, and a strong advocate for play in education.  Tina shares her journey of embedding play-based learning into Key Stage 1 and discusses the impact of play on children's learning and wellbeing. Discover how a focus on play enhances children's development, confidence, and attainment, and learn practical strategies for implementing play in the classroom. TTS is proud to be the Strategic Partner of the Play is Learning Campaign. Get involved today by visiting https://mmtplay.com/pages/play-is-learning-campaign If you enjoyed this episode or learned something new, be sure to comment, leave us a review and keep up to date with our social media channels for future activities. (The views expressed throughout this podcast are the speakers' own, and TTS does not take responsibility for the views and guidance highlighted as part of this recording.)  Please note: When referencing the speakers views, theory and work for development of your own materials, please ensure academic reference of the speaker is cited.

You would think that if you publish more books, you'll make more money. But that's not always the case! While expanding your title list might feel like the easiest path to profit, you should also factor in staff time and bandwidth, resources, and retailer overwhelm.This week on the podcast, Microcosm's Marketing and Publicity Supervisor, Daley Farr, joins Joe and Elly to talk about her suggestion for us to publish fewer books, and why the data backs it up.************Thank you for catching the People's Guide to Publishing vlogcast!  We post new episodes every Thursday about publishing, authors, and the book industry. You can also listen via your preferred podcast app, or by visiting linktree.com/microcosmGet the book: https://microcosmpublishing.com/catalog/books/3663Get the workbook: https://microcosmpublishing.com/catalog/zines/10031More from Microcosm: http://microcosmpublishing.comMore by Joe Biel: http://joebiel.netMore by Elly Blue: http://takingthelane.comSubscribe to our monthly email newsletter: http://eepurl.com/gIXT6vFind us on social media:Facebook: http://facebook.com/microcosmpublishingBlueSky: https://bsky.app/profile/microcosm.bsky.socialInstagram: http://instagram.com/microcosm_pub************

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Previously on Saga of the Jewels…The life of seventeen-year-old RYN, bookish son of a wealthy landowner, changes forever when his hometown is destroyed by the EMPIRE and everyone he has ever known is killed. Ryn discovers that the Empire are seeking TWELVE PRIMEVAL JEWELS which grant the power to manipulate different elements, and that his father had been hiding the FIRE RUBY. He sets out to take revenge on the Imperial General who killed his family and retrieve the Fire Ruby, and along the way meets NUTHEA the lightning-slinging princess, SAGAR the swaggering skypirate, ELRANN the tomboy engineer, CID the wizened old healer, and VISH the poppy-seed-addicted bounty hunter. Together the companions decide to find all of the Jewels in order to stop the EMPEROR from finding them first and taking over the world. They have thus far succeeded in retrieving the Fire Ruby, borne by Ryn, and the Lightning Crystal, borne by Nuthea. They have now come to the land of FARR where they intend to compete in a hand-to-hand fighting tournament in order to attempt to win its prize, the EARTH EMERALD…EPISODE FORTY-THREE: SEMI-FINAL TWOAn empty, grey void sat at the centre of Sagar's stomach.His loins, which had recently been so awake and alive, now ached dully. The wind had gone out of his sails, the air from his blimp, the swagger from his strut.What's the point? What's the point of any of this?He had landed a kiss on a woman. A real kiss. And on a real woman! And it had been returned. A real connection. He could still practically taste her soft lips on his own, slightly salty from sweat, could still remember how they had parted and stirred in response to his.But he had thrown that all away, as quickly as he had chanced upon it. He had broken their kiss and literally thrown the woman out of the arena, all in an effort to win a shiny green rock he wasn't interested in anyway.Of course, he did have his reputation to think of, and it wasn't like the great Captain Sagar, Scourge of the Imfisi skies, could have let himself lose a fighting match to a woman...But still…A real kiss.He had run after her straight afterwards to try to apologise and talk to her some more, and caught up with her in the dugout, managing to catch her by the hand.She spun to face him, all well-defined lines and short dark hair, and he was hit by her beauty again. Her cheeks were glistening, though recently dabbed–she had been crying.“Look, Hiuna,” he said, painfully conscious of the other quarter-finalists in the enclosed earthen chamber–the baldy, another shorter Farrian, and some Frikian woman, “I'm really…sorry. I shouldn't have taken advantage of you and finished the match like that. Please accept my apology.” He could barely believe his own ears, but he meant every word of it. He looked into her eyes, green like new life. “I feel like we had a connection, and I can see that I've upset you.”Hiuna yanked her hand out of his grasp. “I'm not upset because you took advantage of me, you chump!” she snapped. “I'm upset because I lost the match! My whole life I've been trying to prove myself in the face of men like you, and the moment I get my chance to do so, you go and do that and hit me out of bounds! Argh! Don't come after me!”She turned to leave, but Sagar grabbed her and again.“Hiuna, please–”“Get off me!” the Farrian woman shouted, and palm-punched him in the chest with her spare hand, pulling the other one free in the process.Sagar landed on his arse with a thump. He watched Hiuna running off out of the dugout's far exit.Huld was staring at him.“What are you looking at, baldy?” he said.*A moving pillar of stone smacked upwards into Sagar.He was knocked backwards and into the air with a painful jolt.As he sailed through the air, he realised that had been so distracted and lost in his memory that he had completely missed the announcer calling the start of the match and that the baldy had whacked him with an earth attack and was going to have hit him out of bounds in one strike.He summoned the wind, and powerful currents caught him, then held him in place in the air as he held out his arms, levitating weightlessly.The crowd cooed with surprised wonder. He lapped it up.Might as well give them a good show, he thought. Though the truth was, he didn't care about this stupid tournament anymore. What he cared about was getting Hiuna to accept his apology, and he was pissed off that she hadn't, mainly at himself.Baldy was looking up at him from the arena floor, chunky brow wrinkled, barefoot and green-robed, still with his hands held out in a ridiculous pose from having launched his earth attack.Might as well channel my anger somewhere, Sagar thought.Keeping part of his concentration on the air currents cushioning him in the air, Sagar thrust his palms forwards and shouted “Windaaaaaaaaarrrraahh!”A gale-blast of air wooshed forwards from his hands, hard as a hurricane.The baldy set one foot in front of the other and raised his arms above his face, crossing them and making fists to shield himself from the wind in a defensive stance. He even made some of the stone of the arena floor rise up and secure itself in two moulds around his feet to hold himself in place.Behind him, the audience members in the path of the gale screamed. The ones at the front clutched the wooden barrier to avoid being blown away. But they didn't have anything to worry about–they were only getting the blow-back; Sagar was focusing the brunt of the attack on Huld.On Huld, who remained completely still and unmoved by the wind. It was as though he might not have even bothered taking his defensive stance at all.Well, the old timer wasn't lying then, Sagar thought. Looks like my wind powers are completely ineffective against the element of earth.But he had known that much from that stupid temple. It didn't matter. He hadn't expected the attack to do anything anyway.Sagar leaned forward, dipping himself into the massive gale that he was directing at Huld. At the same time, he ceased the pressure from the gusts that had been keeping him up in the air, and instead changed their course to push him forwards, launching him even faster into his own wind attack.The gale caught him and he rode it, his hair and the loose parts of his shirt flapping around him. The exhilarating sensation of weightlessness took him, for a moment replacing even the dull ache for Hiuna, as he flew straight at Huld.He came in fast, stretching out both his arms in front of him for a double-fisted-punch.He smashed into Huld's stomach, below the monk's upraised arms……and glanced off him, hitting the arena floor on his side and rolling over a few times.He came up.The gale having ceased, Huld dropped his defensive posture and broke his stone-shackles, then began to walk towards Sagar.Kufe it. The baldy was tough. Of course Sagar had known that too, but he hadn't realised just how tough. He hadn't had occasion to hit him before now.He called the wind, setting up another vicious gale to whip at Huld.The monk put one open hand up to shield his eyes, but he kept on walking. At least the wind served to distract him somewhat.This time Sagar ran at him, using the gale to lend him speed, but instead of rushing in head-on, when he was a few paces away he kicked off from the floor and sprang to the right, then jumped back towards the monk with a flanking side-kick.Huld's hand snapped out and caught Sagar's leg in mid-air, fingers constricting around it tightly.Uh-oh.The monk twisted, and twirled Sagar in a circle around him once, twice, thrice, several times, getting faster and faster. The audience members became increasingly blurry.Then Huld let go and threw Sagar out of the arena.Weightlessness took him again. He soared through the air, over the audience, who craned their heads up to track him. He was going to land among them, well out of bounds.Well, at least he would have if he hadn't been able to fly.He summoned the wind again and used it to catch him, then divert his course, sending him flying back head-first towards Huld.A calm smile on the monk's face. No surprise, no shock or awe or frustration or even a defensive stance this time. Just a calm smile.Arrogant kufer.Before he made impact with the monk, Sagar dived early, instead making impact with the arena floor with his two outstretched hands.His arms bent, and he flipped over and pushed himself off the floor at an angle, launching himself at Huld feet-first in a double-handstand-kick.The monk stepped out of the way and punched Sagar in the stomach.He smacked against the floor on his front.Ouch. His head rang.He rolled over onto his back, then froze as the monk's massive bare foot appeared above him, about to stamp down.He rolled again, with the wind, to dodge out of the way as Huld's foot crashed down to the ground, sending a shockwave through the stone floor that jolted Sagar as he rolled. He leapt up to his feet and staggered backwards the edge of the arena.The monk just watched him carefully.“Damn you!” Sagar yelled at him, furious at his immovability.The skypirate started to run again, calling the wind to lend him speed, not straight at the baldy this time, but round him, in a wide circle around the perimeter of the arena. He ran faster and faster, keeping his wind projection up against his back, and sent random gusts of air at Huld, flinging them out with his hand at erratic intervals.The monk didn't even bother rotating to watch him. He just stood there in the centre of the arena, and on each pass Sagar glimpsed that same infuriating, calm smile.Sagar kicked off the floor, darting inwards at Huld from behind, rushing along the ground with the wind.He landed a right-handed punch in the small of the baldy's back.This time monk didn't even move.Sagar howled with rage and threw a barrage of follow-up punches, calling the wind to lend each of them force.Huld took the full force of each blow on his back. Sagar must have hit him ten, twenty, thirty times, feeling the force of his punches reverberating through his fists, but the monk remained unmoved.He ran out of steam, and came to a rest with one fist still against the monk's back, panting and drenched in sweat and with aching arms.Now Huld turned, slowly, to face Sagar as he dropped his throbbing arm, still with that stupid smile on his face.“How are you so strong?!” Sagar asked in desperation, only loud enough for just the monk to hear.“No matter how much the wind howls,” Huld said, “the mountain will not be moved by it.”Sagar's lip curled. “Don't quote your stupid religion's proverbs at me, baldy!” he yelled.“Very well,” said Huld. “I won't.”The monk kneed Sagar in the face.The skypirate wasn't aware of what had happened until he was flying backwards, nose and mouth bright with pain. He flipped over in the air involuntarily, and landed on his back at the edge of the arena, head just poking over one of the border tiles, looking up at the dark cloud-filled sky.He put a hand to his agonised mouth and it came away wet with blood. His tongue found that his front two teeth had come loose. He would need the old timer to heal that after this was over.The cheers of the crowd filled his ears, loud and resonant with bloodthirst, almost drowning out the announcer's count. They must be very glad to see one of their own dominating his foreigner opponent in a semi-final.Huld's knee had kicked up so quickly that Sagar hadn't even had a chance to react. The baldy was strong and fast.Sagar didn't see a way that he could win this. Much as he hated to admit it, he was outmatched by the monk. Not only were his wind attacks completely ineffective against the Earth-Emerald-touched baldy, but the man was just a stronger, faster and better hand-to-hand fighter than him.Kufe it, but this match is pointless. It was just like all his attempts to get with women: doomed to failure from the outset. He ground his teeth, and almost let out a growl.But damn him all the same if he was going to just give up this easily. Captain Sagar Edbini, Scourge of the Imfisi Skies, did not give up this easily. He would see this through to the end; he wasn't going to go down without a full, proper, finished fight. He had a reputation to protect.At least the monk hadn't followed up straight away with another attack. Apparently he was waiting to see whether Sagar was going to get up or not.Sagar turned over onto his front with a groan and began to push himself up.He stopped when he saw a face nearby, staring intently at him. A tomboyish but female face with short black hair.“Hiuna?” he said.She was standing in the small cordoned-off area of the crowd reserved for other combatants to watch from, currently its only occupant, right up against the wooden barrier. Only about six paces away from Sagar.“Did you really mean it?” the woman said, her deep frown indicating deadly seriousness.“Mean what?” asked Sagar, still on his hands and knees.“What you said. Did you really kiss me because you wanted to?”Sagar blinked. He remembered what she was talking about, and found he didn't need to lie: “Yes.”“Did you really regret throwing me out of the arena like that?”“Yes.”“Did you really think that we had a connection?”“Yes.”“Prove it.”Sagar got up fully now. The people in the audience around them were staring at them quizzically, starting to mutter and whisper and grumble, but he didn't care.“What do you mean ‘prove it'?” he asked Hiuna. “How?”“Forfeit this match. You might never have been in it anyway if you hadn't thrown me out of bounds when you did. If you really regret it, you won't mind forfeiting now. If you forfeit, then…we'll talk some more. That's all I'm promising.”She folded her arms and looked up at him, defiant challenge sizzling in her face. But not just that. In those bright green eyes, that tight line of mouth, there seemed also to be some desperate hope that he would show himself true by forfeiting this match.Two different forces smashed together inside Sagar's heart. On the one hand, there was his reputation, and his pride, and his ego, to maintain, and his tempestuous fury at not being able to beat Huld. On the other hand, here was Hiuna, whom he had recently kissed, and who had kissed him back. She was only promising that they would talk, but Sagar found that that would be enough for him. He just wanted to be near her again.“Sagar of Imfis!” the announcer yelled out of all a sudden, yanking him out of his thoughts. “Are you going to carry on with this match?”The skycaptain turned. Huld was still waiting calmly for him in the centre of the arena wearing his infuriating serene smile; a green, immovable mountain.Sagar made his decision.“No,” he said loud and clear to the announcer. “I yield.”The crowd issued a collective gasp, then immediately erupted into a complaining chorus of boos and jeers.Sagar ignored them, walking out of the arena, and went to go and speak with Hiuna. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit sagaofthejewels.substack.com

Have you noticed that the smartest people aren't always the best communicators? What if the key isn't sounding more impressive, but being easier to understand?Tune in to my conversation with Chris Farr and learn:Why it's crucial to use simple language when you share complex ideasHow to translate technical or complicated ideas into language people can act onHow not to avoid hard conversationsHow to make difficult conversations not so dreadfulHow to be direct and at the same time respectfulHow direct and honest feedback improves relationships and productivityThe difference between sounding confident and actually building confidence as a leaderThe biggest mistake in communication leaders make nowadays Chris Farr is a technology leader, author of Built In The Trenches, and Vice President of Operations at Invision Technologies. With more than 20 years in IT and a decade leading in the MSP space, Chris helps leaders communicate with more clarity, confidence, and accountability, especially when the pressure is high and the conversation matters.Check out Chris's book: https://a.co/d/07cWi822Connect with him: https://www.linkedin.com/in/chris-farr-409b3585

Hey Watch Fanatics,We look at a desk clock top from Patek, Genus Watches, Van Cleef and Arpels, Omega, Farr & Switt and talk a bit about the AP x Swatch colab mobs.  Like WatchFanatics.ca on Facebook Follow David @watchfanaticdavid on InstagramANDPlease check out Carol atIG: @spassense

Previously on Saga of the Jewels…The life of seventeen-year-old RYN, bookish son of a wealthy landowner, changes forever when his hometown is destroyed by the EMPIRE and everyone he has ever known is killed. Ryn discovers that the Empire are seeking TWELVE PRIMEVAL JEWELS which grant the power to manipulate different elements, and that his father had been hiding the FIRE RUBY. He sets out to take revenge on the Imperial General who killed his family and retrieve the Fire Ruby, and along the way meets NUTHEA the lightning-slinging princess, SAGAR the swaggering skypirate, ELRANN the tomboy engineer, CID the wizened old healer, VISH the poppy-seed-addicted assassin, RISS the spirit-summoning girl, and QUEL the water-projecting bard. Together the adventurers decide to find all of the Jewels in order to stop the evil EMPEROR from finding them first and taking over the world. They have thus far succeeded in retrieving the Fire Ruby, borne by Ryn, and the Lightning Crystal, borne by Nuthea. They have now come to the land of FARR where they are competing in a hand-to-hand fighting tournament in order to attempt to win its grand prize, the EARTH EMERALD…EPISODE FORTY-TWO: THE TOURNAMENT: SEMI-FINAL ONE“Alright, team huddle time,” Nuthea said when she had got everyone assembled in the dugout.The tournament officials didn't seem to mind that they were congregating in the stuffy underground chamber even though they weren't technically all combatants.The party formed up, linking arms and making a face-to-face circle. Though the newcomers hesitated at first they got the idea easily enough, even if Cid and Elrann had to stoop slightly to fit Riss in.“Right,” said Nuthea. She needed to be quick, as after Cid had healed Huld the Governor had said they had five minutes before the next match. “Let's review how things stand: Ryn, Captain Sagar, and Shadowfinger Vish all won your Quarter-Final matches–well done!”Ryn nodded. “Thanks.”Sagar grunted the barest acknowledgement. He appeared to be sulking about something.Vish didn't say anything.Nuthea suppressed a sigh. “Grandfather Cid will heal all of you too so that you're ready to fight again, since the Tournament is going to be carrying on straight away.”“Why did the Governor change his mind on that?” asked Ryn, wasting time.“I'm not sure. Probably something to do with the change in weather. That has gone in our favour.”“Yeah, what's the deal with that?” said Elrann. “Clear skies all day, and now all of a sudden it looks like it's going to pour.” She looked over at Quel. “You have water powers, right, music-man? Are you something to do with this?”Quel shook his head, the blue hair of his fringe quivering. “No, Mistress Elrann; it has nothing to do with me. The Sapphire-touched can manipulate water in gaseous and solid as well as liquid form, true, but it would take quite a lot of us to influence the course of an entire weather system, and I am just one man.”“Never mind that now,” said Nuthea, eager to move the discussion on. “What's important is that the Governor has decided that the tournament can conclude today. Now, the two semi-finals will be Ryn against Shadowfinger Vish and Captain Sagar against Brother Huld. Sagar against Huld is straightforward enough, as we know who we want to win–”“Do you think you can take him, Sagar?” Ryn asked, cutting Nuthea off.“Hm?” said Sagar, attention coming back from wherever it had been. “Oh, yeah, you had better damn well bet I can take him. I'm not afraid of Baldy.”“You are aware, aren't you,” Grandfather Cid said before Nuthea could get another word in, “that the element of wind is completely ineffectual against the element of earth, in combat terms?”Sagar blew the air out through his nostrils. “Yeah, I know, old timer. But that don't mean I can't use my powers to my advantage. Just you watch. I'll beat him without blowing him over.”“If you're sure…” said Cid.“Anyway,” said Nuthea, “what is more pressing for us to talk about is Ryn and Shadowfinger Vish's match, since both of you are in our party.”“What's there to talk about?” said Sagar. “The scumsucker is the better fighter. You should just let him win,” he said to Ryn, “and be done with it.”“Hey!” said Ryn, and the air in the huddle got a little warmer. “Shut up, Sagar! Vish may have been fighting longer, but I have fire magic!”“Well it's not like it matters anyway,” Sagar said, “as I'm just going to thrash whichever one of you goes through in the Final in any case.”“Shadowfinger Vish,” Nuthea said, before Ryn could rise any further to Sagar's posturing, “what do you think is the best course of action?”Vish regarded her coolly above his face covering. “It makes no difference to me, girl. Tell me what you want me to do, and I will do it. I will win this battle, I will lose this battle, I will stay out of the Final, I will go into the Final–whichever. All I care about is that you give me some more poppy when this is done. As long as you do that, I will do whatever you want.”Nuthea saw Cid hold himself back from saying something.“Okay…” she said. She knew that Vish was by far the better fighter as Sagar had said. But she didn't want to hurt Ryn's feelings. “What would you rather do, Ryn?”“Well, I think that–”“People of Farr!” came the shout of the tournament announcer from outside all of a sudden. “For your first semi-final, I give you Ryn of Efstan versus Vish of Aibar!”“Was that really five minutes?!” said Ryn. “We haven't—”“There's no time!” Nuthea said, breaking the huddle. “Quick, get out there into the arena, both of you! I'm sure you'll figure it out! Er, good luck!”She ushered Ryn and Vish off in the direction of the entry tunnel.,As Ryn looked briefly over his shoulder at her before walking out Nuthea ignored the twinge of guilt in her chest.Neither of them moved.Vish just stood there in his black uniform and head covering, eyes bleary and bloodshot. He didn't even bother adopting a fighting posture.A memory flared unbidden in Ryn's mind of the first time he had fought Vish. How the Shadowfinger had suddenly fallen upon him and the others in the woods outside Ast, how he had been vicious, methodical and deadly, in the end only stopped by an unexpected pistol-shot from Elrann.Did Ryn really have any kind of chance in a contest of hand-to-hand combat against such a skilled and highly trained fighter as Vish?Probably not, no; not even if I have trained hard and gotten a lot better at fighting since then.But Ryn did have something which Vish didn't.Damn him if he was going to use it straight away though.“Begin!” shouted the announcer.Ryn ran at Vish, crossing the arena floor in a matter of moments, and punched him in the face.To his surprise the punch connected, the impact flashing across Ryn's knuckles, and Vish's head snapped back. The Shadowfinger took a couple of steps backwards, then steadied himself.Huh?Nobody in the audience cheered or made any kind of noise. They were as confused as Ryn.Investigating, he stepped forwards and kicked the Shadowfinger in the chest with his right foot, using a kick that Vish himself had taught him. Vish grunted, taking the force of the blow, and stepped back a few more paces. Ryn followed through with a series of punches that finished with an elbow strike, using another sequence that Vish had taught him.Every blow hit home. The Shadowfinger took the full force of each one, shuffling backwards and coming to a halt a couple of paces away.“What are you doing?” Ryn whispered to the Shadowfinger, hoping that nobody else would be able to hear.“What do you mean, ‘what am I doing'?'” Vish replied, having the courtesy to keep his voice low too.“Why aren't you fighting me properly?”The Shadowfinger shrugged. “You didn't say what you wanted me to do yet.”“I want you to fight me!” Ryn hissed.The Shadowfinger raised a dark eyebrow. “You do? Are you sure?”“Yes! Don't go easy on me just because we know each other! That won't impress anybody, and it might get us disqualified for cheating!”The other eyebrow raised. “You are really sure?”“Yes!”“Alright then.”Ryn took two steps forward and swung a right hook at Vish.The Shadowfinger sidestepped as easily as if he was performing the learned steps of a dance.And then his leg lashed out.Ryn lifted up into the air, came down, hit the ground on his back and rolled over a few times.Then he felt the pain. He curled up, clutching his stomach, which ached horribly where Vish had kicked him.Now the crowd cheered. The noise of it filled his ears, hurting him even more than the kick had. Why were they cheering for Vish, and not him? Ryn supposed that Vish's attack had had a bit more of an effect than his own…“One!” called the announcer, beginning the count.Ryn pressed his hands to the arena floor and shakily pushed himself up onto his feet, stomach still smarting.Vish was standing a long way away. He had kicked Ryn so hard that he had flown across half the arena.And yet, he sensed that the Shadowfinger had still held something back. Vish could have finished this match in one blow had he wanted to, like he had done in his last match.Fire rose in Ryn's chest, but he willed it down and breathed out, letting the energy dissipate through his nostrils. He wouldn't resort to it yet. He had more pride than that.He ran at Vish again, this time arriving with a jumping kick–another move the Shadowfinger had taught him.Vish stepped lazily out of the way and countered with a punch to Ryn's chest, quick and precise as a pistol-shot.This time Ryn hit the arena floor so hard that he bounced and flipped over, landing face down and seeing stone. Searing pain in his chest joined the pain in his stomach. Had Vish broken one of his ribs?“Three!” he heard the announcer call over the noise of the crowd. He hadn't heard the first two counts. Had he blacked out for a moment?“Four!”Ryn managed to force himself up by the count of “Five!”He gave a few agonising coughs and some blood came out of his mouth and ran down his chin. He wiped it away with the back of a hand.Vish stood a few paces away.“Are you sure you want me to fight you?” the Shadowfinger whispered, inclining his head. “It does not seem to be going very well for you.”Fire rose again. “Yes!” Ryn growled through gritted teeth.“Would you like me to hit you out of bounds to get it done quickly?”“Just shut up and fight me properly, Vish!” Ryn shouted, no longer caring if the audience heard. “Fight me as if I was a regular opponent! Treat me like a man, not a little boy!”Some people in the audience laughed.“Raaargh!” Ryn thrust out two hands and launched a fireball at Vish from only paces away.The Shadowfinger's eyes went wide and he cartwheeled to the side, turning over in the air as the fireball rushed through the air where he had just been standing and out over the heads of the crowd, who gasped and ducked.Ryn chucked another fireball at Vish as he landed, then another and another. He aimed them at Vish's feet so that when the Shadowfinger dodged out of the way of them they hit the arena floor, scorching it black.In moments Ryn had the Shadowfinger running and leaping around the arena to get out of the way of his fireballs, which he hurled again and again at him, listening with pleasure as the crowd now murmured and marvelled at his own attacks.Vish was incredibly fast and agile, but he couldn't keep this up forever. Could he?The Shadowfinger executed a leaping somersault to get out of the way of a fireball that came dangerously close to hitting him, sending him particularly high.Ryn saw where he was going to land.He flung his hand out, launching another fireball at the spot.Vish came down exactly where Ryn had predicted, and the fireball hit him in the legs, engulfing them in an orange burst for a moment.Vish cried out, and fell to the ground, rolling over a few times from the momentum of his leap, which also served to put out the flames around his legs.Ryn grimaced. His satisfaction at the hit had been immediately tempered by the worry that he might have hurt Vish.Some fighter I am.But the Shadowfinger quickly patted out the remaining flames on his trousers that hadn't been extinguished by his roll, then sprang back to his feet and ran back across the arena, straight at Ryn.Straight at Ryn, who was too shocked by the speed of Vish's reaction to get out of the way in time.Ryn lit himself on fire.Vish pulled up, stopping just in front of Ryn with his fist held back ready, but not following through with his punch.The crowd made admiring noises at Ryn, and he smiled. He couldn't help himself.“Ingenious…” Vish said, staying still as the flames flickered all around Ryn's body, enveloping him in a fiery aura. “If you are covered in fire, it will burn me to touch you. Although I might still be able to hit you hard enough once to knock you out of bounds or incapacitate you without burning myself too much. Is that a chance you are willing to take, boy? And what of your so-called ‘mana', that the old man is always talking about? How long before that runs out?”That was a fair point, but Ryn wasn't about to concede it openly. Now that he was using his fire magic he might actually have a chance against Vish, and at preserving his pride.“I think the real question,” he replied, “is how long you will last against me while I am using my fire. I've been working hard at training and getting stronger with it. And Nuthea told me that every time I've fought and pushed myself to my limit and used all my mana up, my capacity has increased afterwards.”Vish nodded. “Then this may be something of an even fight now.”Ryn bristled. What an arrogant thing to say. But he knew Vish was just stating a fact. It didn't seem in the Shadowfinger's nature to gloat.“Looks like it w–” Ryn started, but then Vish stepped forwards and followed through with his original punch, taking Ryn completely by surprise.He was knocked backwards, stumbling over his own feet, his fire-aura extinguished. His feet came to the edge of something and he teetered on it, waving his arms in circles to try to regain his balance..The edge of the arena! He was about to fall out of bounds!As he began to fall, Ryn put out his arms behind him, flattened his palms, and blasted fire from them.The audience gasped as the force of the flames thrust Ryn back into the arena.He kept on going, turning his propelled movement into a run, and lit himself on fire again.Vish had been shaking the hand he had hit Ryn with up and down, and now his eyes went wide with surprise.But Ryn was moving so fast he didn't have time to prepare a proper strike. Instead he just lowered his head and crashed into the Shadowfinger like a flaming human battering ram.“Ungh!” grunted Vish, from the impact or the heat of the flames, Ryn did not know.The Shadowfinger fell on his back and Ryn came to a stop standing over him, still on fire. Acting on instinct, he held out his hand where he stood, palm in front of Vish's face.The crowd cheered for him now.Please let Nuthea be watching, he thought.“One!” the announcer began his count since Vish was down and on his back.“Move, and I'll blast you with fire,” Ryn said through the flames that radiated from his body.Sweat trickled down Vish's forehead and into his eyes. “We both know you will not do that, boy,” the Shadowfinger said as he pushed himself up onto his elbows so that the announcer stopped his count.Ryn hesitated. It was true. But he was doing so well, and he still had the advantage.“You don't know that for sure…” Ryn said carefully. “Even if I hit you point-blank with a fire attack, Cid can always heal you afterwards...”“But do you know that for sure, boy?” Vish said. “What if you accidentally kill me? You've killed Imperial soldiers with fire attacks at greater distance. The old man won't be able to bring me back from death.”Ryn opened his mouth, but he didn't have a response to that.“Go on,” said Vish, more quietly this time so that only Ryn would be able to hear, fixing him with his grey eyes. “Do it. Trust me, boy, you'll be doing me a favour. I am probably never going to change anyway.”Ryn faltered. Was Vish seriously asking him to end his life? There was no way in Mid he would ever do that. He had made that decision once already, and that had been before Vish had fought alongside him and saved his life multiple times.Ryn sighed, though he still kept his hand held out in front of him. “Why don't you just yield, Vish? What other option do you have?”Vish snorted through his face covering. “I have more options than you think, boy. It is clever, setting yourself on fire, I will grant you that. But I discovered two things in our little exchange just now: One, you need to concentrate in order to keep yourself on fire. And two, if I hit you fast enough I can avoid burning myself too much.”Ryn gulped.Vish pushed himself up with his elbows and twisted, sweeping Ryn's legs with his foot.Ryn fell on his side, hitting the stone of the arena floor painfully. He had been caught so off guard he hadn't reacted in time.He scrambled back up as quickly as he could, but the Shadowfinger wasn't in front of him anymore.A black-clothed arm wrapped itself tightly around his neck from behind, trapping him in its crook.It was then that Ryn realised his fire had gone out again from the shock of having his legs swept.Poodoo.Vish strengthened the chokehold and Ryn gasped for air. He found some, but only a little.“See?” Vish said menacingly in his ear. “One quick little kick, a heartbeat to sneak behind you, and I have you.”Vish gave a little squeeze, showing Ryn that he could cut off his air supply completely if he willed.Ryn choked.The Shadowfinger loosened his grip again a fraction, just enough for Ryn to find some air.“There you go,” said Vish quietly. “I have done what you asked: I have fought you properly. I expect to be rewarded with poppy later. Now, I suggest that you yield, so that we can finish this in the smoothest possible manner.”Ryn gripped Vish's arm tight, trying to wrench it off, but the Shadowfinger was too strong. He kept willing for fire to explode out of his body, like it had apparently done when Rogar the Unsurpassable had squeezed him unconscious, but nothing happened. Maybe I'm out of mana. Maybe his concentration was too consumed by trying to breathe. Maybe he had to actually pass out in order to activate his secret reserves…“Vish…” Ryn croaked between frantic gasps for air. “Before…I yield…can I…just ask you…one thing?”“What?” said the Shadowfinger, vaguely curious. His grip loosened ever so slightly again–not enough for Ryn to break the hold, but enough for him to speak more clearly.“If Huld beats Sagar and ends up in the Final against you, do you think you can beat him?A pause. “I am not sure,” said Vish. “I have observed the monk, and he is an extremely skilled and well-trained fighter. And he possesses elemental magic. You have the magic but without the fighting skill. To face an opponent with both…I am not sure that I could win, no.”Ryn could barely believe his ears. “Why didn't you tell us this before?!”“You did not ask,” Vish said simply.“Do you think I have a chance against him?”“With your fire magic?” Another brief pause as Vish considered. “Against his ‘earth alignment' which the old man tells us is vulnerable to it? On that basis only, yes, even though he is by far the superior fighter: Yes, I do.”“So actually what you're saying is that I would have a better chance against Huld in the final than you?”“Yes.”Ryn couldn't believe that the Shadowfinger hadn't thought to tell him this before. He must be so preoccupied with his poppy obsession that he hadn't paid proper attention to the discussion. This was no longer about Ryn's pride–if he wanted to maximise their chances of winning the Earth Emerald, he needed to be in the Final.“Alright,” he said. “I've changed my mind.” He kept his voice quiet, hoping that the crowd, who had started to murmur and mutter to one another at this bizarrely long choke-hold exchange, would not be able to hear him. “I don't want you to fight me properly anymore. I want you to let me win.”“As you wish.”The Shadowfinger's grip began to loosen completely.“Wait!” whispered Ryn. “We need it to look good! We need to make it look like you didn't let me win!”“Alright…” said Vish. “That will be difficult, but we can probably manage. Do exactly as I say…”The Shadowfinger whispered some instructions to Ryn.“Okay, got it,” Ryn said.Then he passed out.Or at least this time he pretended to pass out.He shut his eyes and went limp, letting his arms fall to his sides.Vish lowered him gently to the ground and lay him there, for which Ryn was grateful as he wasn't sure that he would have been able to maintain his act had the Shadowfinger just casually dropped him.The crowd cheered, but a bit weakly, like their hearts weren't really in it, presumably because the match had apparently ended in such a boring way.Eyes still closed; Ryn heard the announcer begin his count: “One!”Then he heard Vish say, “Would you like me to stay in the arena until you complete your counting this time?”“Oh…” said the announcer. “Well, it is customary, if you don't mind. There is a chance he will get up again before the count finishes, isn't there?”“No. But I will stay anyway.”Ryn continued to lie still on the warm arena floor, watching the colours dancing on the inside of his eyelids and listening to the announcer's count and the mutterings of the crowd.“Well that was a bit of a disappointing ending…”“How come he didn't do his exploding fire trick like last time?”“The Aibarian was just too strong. He choked him out before he could do it.”When the announcer got to “Nine!” Ryn opened his eyes and sprang to his feet.The crowd inhaled collectively.Vish was standing at one edge of the arena, facing away from Ryn with his arms folded. He began to turn to see what had happened.Ryn was already running towards him.When he saw him, Vish held up his hands in what Ryn knew was mock surprise.Come on Vish, he just had time to think, at least try to look a bit more surprised.Ryn lit himself on fire and executed a leaping side-on kick.He hit Vish square in the chest between his upraised hands, and bounced backwards off him, landing on his back on the arena floor.Vish flew backwards from the kick in the opposite direction, landing in the sand that encircled the arena, out of bounds.The crowd exploded with noise, whether from approval, or outrage, or confusion, Ryn couldn't tell, though he hoped it was the former.And that was how he won his Semi-Final match against Vish. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit sagaofthejewels.substack.com

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Directors of Ueck Steve Farr & Michael Vollman join Wisconsin Sports Daily to discuss the process behind the documentary following Milwaukee legend Bob Uecker. Steve & Michael talk about the relationship they built with Ueck towards the end of his life & what it means to them.

Previously on Saga of the Jewels…The life of seventeen-year-old RYN, bookish son of a wealthy landowner, changes forever when his hometown is destroyed by the EMPIRE and everyone he has ever known is killed. Ryn discovers that the Empire are seeking TWELVE PRIMEVAL JEWELS which grant the power to manipulate different elements, and that his father had been hiding the FIRE RUBY. He sets out to take revenge on the Imperial General who killed his family and retrieve the Fire Ruby, and along the way meets NUTHEA the lightning-slinging princess, SAGAR the swaggering skypirate, ELRANN the tomboy engineer, CID the wizened old healer, and VISH the poppy-seed-addicted bounty hunter. Together the companions decide to find all of the Jewels in order to stop the EMPEROR from finding them first and taking over the world. They have thus far succeeded in retrieving the Fire Ruby, borne by Ryn, and the Lightning Crystal, borne by Nuthea. They have now come to the land of FARR where they intend to compete in a hand-to-hand fighting tournament in order to attempt to win its prize, the EARTH EMERALD. However, the Farrian fighting-monk, HULD, has also entered, and has progressed to the quarter finals too…EPISODE FORTY-ONE: THE TOURNAMENT: QUARTER FINAL FOUR: HULD OF FARR VS. QENDRA OF FRIKIAThe brown-stone arena tiles warmed Huld's bare feet.The tiles had been baking in the sun all day, which was still bright and hot this afternoon, though strangely a clump of dark clouds had formed in one corner of the sky.It's not time for the rainy-season to arrive yet, is it? No, of course not.He dismissed the thought.Underneath the mostly-clear sky, thousands of his fellow Farrians stood watching around Tenkachi's arena, so many that he couldn't see beyond them.Boys with toothy, eager smiles plastered on their faces. Men with stony-serious frowns and folded arms, unmoving as boulders. Girls staring keenly, biting their nails or with both hands clasped together in front of their mouths like they were praying. Women murmuring silently or anxiously hopping from foot to foot. Wriggling babes in arms. Statuesque elderly. And all the ages in between.I must not let them down.All of the native Farrians who had competed in the Tournament's Quarter Finals thus far had lost. Although, to be fair, one had been a woman, which was Not Correct, and one had been a dishonourable exhibitionist fool–not a soldier-monk trained in one of the religious fighting-schools of Eto like Huld had been, but a sacrilegious free agent who made money out of his fighting.And, also to be fair, none of those losses mattered that much, anyway. This was Huld's tournament to win. That he won his matches, and won the whole thing, and won the prize for Farr, was all that really mattered.Huld needed to win this tournament, not only to claim the Earth Emerald, but also for the honour of his country–to show that the Farrians were the strongest, the greatest, the supreme people of Mid.That was what the Governor had told him, and what he knew to be true.“Are you ready?”Huld came back to the present with a jolt. The tournament announcer had asked him a question from where he stood at the side of the arena. The monk was vaguely aware that the announcer had asked him this question once already, but he had been lost for a moment in a rare drifting of focus.He looked over at his opponent standing opposite him.A tall, dark-skinned Frikian woman with a curiously shaved head, except for an asymmetric fringe of jet-black hair that on one side curved around to her left ear and on the other came down over her right eye. She wore a garment made of the skin of some spotted animal, which clung to her slim body, tied at the waist with a rope belt, leaving her smooth arms and legs bare. She winked at him.Another woman. Most strange. What were these tournaments coming to, that two women had made it into the Quarter Finals? And this one was not even a fellow Farrian, but a filthy foreigner as well! It was practically an insult for him to even have to fight her.Huld nodded. “I am ready,” he said levelly.“Alright…” said the announcer. “Then……BEGIN!”Huld dropped his weight into chocobo stance, bending his knees and resting his fists at his hips, taking a defensive poise to see how the Frikian would open.The Frikian did nothing at all. She just stood there watching him, a wry little smile creeping out from behind the overhanging half of her fringe.Then, slowly, deliberately, exaggerating the movements painstakingly, she lowered herself into chocobo stance too, still smiling.A muscle in Huld's jaw twitched. Does she mean to mock me? She can't know the Farrian arts. No master would allow a Frikian to train with him, let alone a woman… She must be copying me…Carefully, gaze still trained on the woman, Huld extended his fingers and pinched them together against his thumbs, putting a foot forward and bringing his hands up in front of him, one close to his chest, the other stretched further out. Crane stance. An investigative stance.In front of him, the woman did exactly the same, mirroring his movements exactly.Huld kept the irritation out of his expression. So she was copying him. Well, that was having some success in baiting him, he reluctantly acknowledged, but it would only get her so far. She couldn't mirror his every move. Not in the heat of battle.But then why is she still smiling?He took a step forwards, towards her, and the woman stepped forwards too.He took a few more steps, and the woman matched him exactly, the gap between them closing by degrees, about eight paces now.He took another step, but this time he walked diagonally right, no longer approaching her head-on but moving to one side, to flank her.This time the woman moved to her own diagonal right, Huld's left, keeping her mirror image of his movements so that the size of the gap between them stayed the same.Huld continued to strafe to his right, and Qendra of Frikia did the same, so that they circled one another across the stone tiles of the arena.As they did, Huld watched her lithe, toned limbs closely, looking for some opening or sign of weakness.The thing was, Huld noticed with a start that nearly made him misstep, the woman's stance was perfect. She wasn't just poorly copying his thousands-of-times-practiced poses and positions on the spot, apparently. Her arms were held out at precisely the right lengths, her legs moving in precisely the right sequence, her torso tensed in precisely the right way, for crane stance.Maybe she has been trained by a Farrian?But if she had, why mess around with this mirroring game? Why not open with a distinctive attack of her own, or put up a more conventional defence and let him come to her instead? It was like she was playing a game of Check where she had decided just to mimic his every move.Enough contemplation, Huld thought. It's time to put an end to this stage-play.He kicked off from the arena floor, launching himself at the Frikian with a crane-fisted strike from left to right aimed to hit the side of her head with the back of his hand.In the same instant, the Frikian sprang towards him with her own identical strike……then at the last moment dropped her body, ducking under Huld's blow. As he moved past her, she lashed out and up with her knee, catching him in the stomach. Huld doubled up, the wind knocked out of him, gasping at the sudden pain.The Frikian drew her leg back, then flicked it around her off-side in a vicious roundhouse aimed at Huld's face.He ducked the kick, thrust his legs back to press himself flat against the arena floor, then rolled away rapidly, spinning over several times before coming up into dragon stance, one fist held back, one up in front of him with two bent fingers.Opposite him, the Frikian already stood in exactly the same stance a few paces away.“What game are you playing?!” Huld yelled at her, ignoring the calls of the crowd, angry at what the Frikian woman was doing, angry that she had landed the first blow, angry that she had broken his composure–already. “How are you mirroring my movements so perfectly?”That irritating smile still mocked him. Her lips were cherry-red.“Well,” said the Frikian in a disturbingly confident and sensual voice, “that would be telling, wouldn't it now?”Huld moved forwards in dragon stance. The woman did the same. Dragon stance, at least, Huld knew had been exported from Farr by some travelling masters who had prostituted themselves by selling ancient fighting techniques to filthy foreigners. He had seen the fireboy use it earlier in his short-lived match against that Morekemian. But it wasn't just that the Frikian used dragon stance—she was still mirroring his every movement with complete precision.This time when he got close to her, he feinted with the beginning of a simple front-kick, then quickly brought his foot back down and flung out his left hand in a thrusting punch instead.The Frikian copied him exactly, right down to the feint, and flung out the start of the same punch, but then turned it into a feint of her own, suddenly slipping beneath his strike, spinning as she did so in order to throw out a fast-moving low sweep kick.This time Huld was ready for it. He jumped the sweep, then came down with a palm-thrust. The woman backed away, quick as a snake, then dodged his follow-up punch, and the one after that as well.She flipped backwards heels-over-head, and Huld thought he had her on the run, but as she turned over in the air her foot flashed out and caught him in the face.He staggered backwards, blinking away his surprise, then blocked every strike of her subsequent assault with his hands. She had underestimated his reaction speed.He made to grab her arm, missed, but when she pulled away in alarm he stepped up and followed through with an almighty punch from his other hand, hitting her square in the stomach.The Frikian grunted as she stumbled back across the arena. She landed on her back but managed to turn her momentum into another flip which got her on her feet again at once, where she adopted a stance Huld had not seen before–a low crouch with two arms outstretched to either side of her, pointed fingers and thumbs at the end of flat palms.“So you do have more than mirroring to you!” Huld called over the noise of the crowd. He was sure they were cheering for him.“Much more,” said the Frikian. Infuriatingly she was still smiling. “But ‘mirroring' seems to be serving me well enough.”No wonder this woman made it to the Quarter Final, he thought as he watched her crouched there, himself crouching and lowering his arms into monkey stance. On top of her mirroring trick, she is astoundingly fast, and deceptively strong. In terms of fighting skill, the two of them might even be evenly matched! He did not know how that was possible, but somehow it was. He had not thought a Frikian could be this skilled at fighting, let alone a woman.He would have to use a trick of his own in order to win.No, not a trick, a skill, he corrected himself.A skill he had earned.Huld broke his stance and ran straight at the woman. Predictably, she did the same, coming right at him.He thrust forwards with a straight punch, and the woman mirrored him, but then at the last moment caught his hand and jumped, pushing herself off of it in order to flip into the air again. Her feet came around in a circle behind her and back down towards Huld's head as she turned over, but he got his hands up and blocked the kicks, which glanced off them.The woman hit the ground in front of him with a wobble, almost losing her footing, and Huld saw his chance.He stepped forwards with another punch, moving just a fraction slower than normal.At the same time, he willed a section of stone tile just behind the woman to rise quickly to form of a small pillar, up and slightly at an angle.To Huld's great satisfaction, the woman stepped backwards out of the way of his just-a-bit-too-slow punch…and straight into the path of his earth attack.The rising pillar of stone smashed up into her, now making her lose her feet completely, connecting with her back with a dull thwack. It carried her along through the air for a moment, then, as Huld stepped out of the way and willed the stone to stop rising, the woman was thrown from it with an enraged grunt of shock.She tumbled in an arc through the air, flailing her arms and legs around desperately, then managed to turn her descent into a graceful dive, tucking her limbs into her body and trying to steer her descent.But it was no use. Huld's earth attack had taken her completely by surprise, and hit her too hard, and she came down several rows back in the audience, who yelped and hollered when she landed among them, throwing up their hands and scrambling to get out of the way.“Out of bounds!” cried the tournament announcer immediately from the side of the arena. “Huld of Farr is the victor!”The cheer went up, the loudest Huld had heard so far that day–a wall of noise that fenced him in.He exhaled relief, and looked over at his Lord Governor, sitting in his viewing box above the arena.The Governor was applauding like the rest of the audience, but he was not cheering. Instead, he sat close-mouthed, his stare intense.Huld nodded to him, tilting his head just a fraction. The Governor nodded back, just barely perceptibly.The monk became aware that the crowd were doing more than just cheering for him–they were chattering frantically about something.“How did he do that?” he heard someone say nearby.“More sorcery!” said someone else.“Is he allowed to do that too?”Huld realised that he had left the angled stone pillar he had made from the arena floor with his earth manipulation still standing.Ah. That was right. They had all seen him perform the earth attack with their own eyes, right in front of them. The chocobo was truly out of the stable now.Meanwhile, the Frikian woman had made her way back through the audience and was climbing over the wooden perimeter. She walked back into the arena, still smiling, and extended her hand to him.“Good match,” she said, for his ears alone.Normally Huld would not have condescended to clasp her arm, an unhygienic foreigners' custom, especially when bowing would have sufficed just as well, but to his own surprise he found that today he was happy to reciprocate the gesture. She had, after all, indeed given him a good match. An unexpectedly good match.“How did you do that trick with the floor?” the woman whispered to him as he clasped her arm.“How did you do that trick with mirroring my movements?” Huld countered, breaking the arm-clasp.The woman shrugged a shoulder. “Fair enough,” she intoned, her eyes gleaming a disconcerting milky white in the sunshine. “You keep your secrets, and I will keep mine.”Huld frowned. He couldn't admit it out loud, but he was deeply unsettled by this woman. She had nearly given him the fight of his life. A filthy foreigner had nearly given him the fight of his life! If he hadn't resorted to using that earth manipulation technique, the match could have gone either way. Now, how to explain that to everyone else?A collective gasp issued from the crowd, and Huld looked round.The Governor had left his viewing box and was walking onto arena.Now Huld did bow, low and long, before looking up again.The Governor strode over to Huld and the Frikian and held up his hands for silence from the crowd.Hush fell immediately.“People of Farr!” boomed the Governor. “People of the greatest nation of Mid! Your eyes are not deceiving you! What you have witnessed here today is a display of earthmoving!”The audience gasped again.“It has been made possible,” the Governor continued, “because one of our fighting monks recently retrieved the fabled Earth Emerald from its resting place in the Shrine to Eto! This is the same Emerald whose power was once used to build our mighty capital city of Shun Pei!”Chatter broke out over the audience like the after-tremors of an earthquake.“Did he really just say that?”“The mythical jewel–could it really be?”“I thought it had been lost!”Undeterred by the chatter, the Governor carried on loud and clear, and the crowd fell to listening again: “In view of this being revealed by our champion earthmover, Brother Huld, I am pleased to disclose that the prize for the winner of this Tournament will not only be one million gold pieces from Shun Pei's Treasury, but the gift of the Earth Emerald itself! The Tournament Winner can claim it for whatever nation they represent!”Yet more astonished gasps broke out across the crowd, chased by chatter.Huld's palms began to sweat as he watched the onlookers heatedly discussing this news. The pressure was really on now. It had already been on, given he was now the only Farrian left in the tournament, and the only one who had been personally entered into it by the Governor himself, but now the whole country would know that he was fighting for the Emerald. He was fighting for his people's honour. He must not let them, or his Lord Governor, down. He must not fail them.The Governor held up his hands again, and got the quiet he wanted instantly. “Furthermore,” he bellowed, “I have a second important announcement! It would appear, my fellow Farrians, that an unusually early rainy season is upon us!” He gestured up towards the sky, at the growing contingent of dark grey clouds that were gathering, blowing in from somewhere east. “Therefore, to avoid the Tournament being called off, I am exercising my Governing authority to decree that this Tournament will conclude today, so as to beat the rain! On with the Semi-Finals!”Huld's eyes went wide. The crowd erupted, shouting its approval. They were thirsty for more fighting.“Lord Governor,” Huld said quietly as he walked with the Governor and Qendra back towards the arena dugout, “are you sure you want to do that? There might be some wisdom in postponing the tourn–”“Do not presume to question me, Huld,” the Governor chastised him equally quietly, “especially in public. You forget your place.”Huld blanched. He had forgotten his place, momentarily–but the announcement had been so unexpected, and he was tired from his fight with the Frikian…“You can see those clouds,” the Governor continued, flicking his head upwards. “It is going to pour soon. The rainy-season seems to have come upon us unusually early this year. Our people will not want to stand and watch the fighting in the rain–they will leave, and travel home. But the Tournament is good for the economy, and for national morale. Best to get it over with today and to show those foreigners our supremacy as quickly as possible. That will send a message to the rest of Mid that Farr is not to be challenged. Can you do that for me, Huld?”“Yes, Lord Governor,” said Huld.“Good. Of course you can.” They had reached the tunnel to the dugout, and the Governor came down into it with them. “Now, listen to me. The Jewel-touched foreigners have a healer among them. I have made an arrangement with him. He will heal you now so that you are ready to fight straight away at full capacity in your next bout. You are to win it, and the Grand Final, using your earth powers, putting on a fine display just as we practiced, to show that Farr is supreme over all the other nations. Do you understand?”“Yes, Lord Governor,” Huld said aloud.But in his heart, as he watched the Frikian woman go ahead of him to gather up her things, he thought, But are we really supreme over all the other nations? This is a public episode. 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Bienvenidos a un nuevo episodio de Al Corte Podcast.Hoy nos acompaña Gerard Farré, uno de los periodistas del motor más reconocidos del panorama nacional. En este episodio repasamos toda su trayectoria dentro del mundo del automóvil, desde sus comienzos hasta convertirse en una referencia probando algunos de los coches más especiales del planeta.0:00 Intro2:40 Primeros pasos: SoloAuto y el mundo de la prensa20:53 Circuito Campadró, banco de potencia y etapa freelance40:04 Italian Job, Pagani y el programa F1 Clienti de Ferrari57:38 Experiencias al límite: autobahn sin límite y circuitos privados1:10:22 El R8 MTM, el 812 Superfast y la magia de los V10/V121:24:14 GR Yaris en la nieve, Cayenne off-road y el debate del coche analógico1:34:48 Despedida--------------

En el programa 'Mundo Rural' del miércoles, 20 de mayo, hablamos de la apuesta de España por nuevas soluciones fitosanitarias, con el ministro de Agricultura, Pesca y Alimentación, Luis Planas; de la alerta de la FAO sobre el aumento de las desigualdades entre los sistemas alimentarios, con el experto Juan Echanove; y del dinamismo de la industria española del yogur, con el presidente de la asociación de fabricantes de yogures, Lluís Farré.. Escuchar audio

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In this episode of Founder Talk, Alex Sheridan sits down with Adam Hodge, founder of Farr and Swit, to unpack how a microbrand watch company grew in a saturated market by competing on identity, nostalgia, and meaning instead of pure utility.Key Takeaways:00:00:00 Introduction00:06:30 Why do people still buy watches when phones and smartwatches already tell time?Answer: Adam argues the best watches are not about utility alone; they signal identity, create conversation, and become “magnets for memory.”00:09:15 Can a premium brand launch cheaper products without damaging its positioning?Answer: Adam says it can work when the lower-priced line has a clear role, distinct design language, and still reinforces the broader brand mission.00:17:55 What makes an affordable product feel differentiated instead of generic?Answer: Design originality, emotional resonance, and a strong story can make even a low-cost product feel memorable rather than commoditized.00:24:30 How can founders use scarcity without faking demand?Answer: Limited runs, waitlists, and real stock constraints can validate interest, increase urgency, and reveal whether the market truly wants the offer.00:31:25 What do founders misunderstand about brand?Answer: Many treat brand like decoration instead of building it around a real differentiator, customer outcome, and consistent experience.00:41:45 Does brand story actually matter for conversion?Answer: Yes, when the story connects to the customer's mission, it gives the brand a point of view and makes the buyer feel part of something bigger.00:49:30 How does a founder build a business that runs without becoming the bottleneck?Answer: Adam shares that better inventory systems, support operators, and stronger financial oversight are the next steps to free him up for design, sales, and brand building.Watch the full episode and subscribe for more authentic founder interviews, and go watch Joe Barron's guesting on the Founder Talk here! https://youtu.be/ebMGuJaesns

Kevin Wasbauer runs Shearwater Sailing out of Monterey Bay, California. He sails a Farr 53, sometimes with clients, sometimes solo. He is currently offereing berths on a sail from Monterey Bay to Hawaii, and from Hawaii back to Monterey Bay.  We talk about sailing in Monterey Bay, whales, marine protected zones, gaining experience before buying a boat, his boat Atalanta - a Farr 53, adjusting the backstay tension and how this affects performance, buying a boat through a charter sale, rebuilding the rudder, the autopilot and other electronics, weather-helm vs asymetry in the rudder, Starlink, Hydrovanes vs hand-steering, his watermaker, power generation, batteries, racing, starting an offshore charter business, sail trim habits learned while racing, using the babystay, the ASA 106 class, books, solo sailing vs with crew, sailing small boats vs larger, the value of staying calm in a difficult situation, open berths on a sail to Hawaii and antoher sail back, and more.

S'acaba el combustible per als avions? En parlem amb Mar Aguil

Frank Mottek is joined by Michael Farr, chief market strategist at Hightower Advisors, LLC as well as president of the DC investment advisory firm, Farr, Miller and Washington. He shares his assessment of the market's relief rally, citing concerns over the war in the Middle East and its impact on oil prices. We discuss the latest inflation reading, which came in hotter than expected, and its effects on consumer confidence. Kevin Klowden, Executive Director at Milken Institute Finance, joins us to break down the economic implications of the war and its potential impact on the Fed's next move.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

We start the show off with some super cross talk with Momo Ramona Shelburne who is in for Mason. John had to take off for Lakers vs Warriors tonight. D'Marco is in and AK is in for Travis because Travis is getting ready for a Rodeo. The Lakers are taking on the Golden State Warriors. The Warriors are going to be without Stephen Curry. Is this a must win game for the Lakers? Are the Lakers going to be able to pay LeBron and get the right pieces around Luka? Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Reagan Farr, co-founder and CEO of Silicon Ranch, shares his background from Louisiana to Nashville, early lessons working at a Baton Rouge drugstore, and how his tenure in Tennessee state government led to founding Silicon Ranch in 2011. He explains what shaped the company's strategy as they started during the 2008–2010 downturn. Farr addresses community concerns and pushback around the Stockton, Alabama project, citing a similar experience in Bacon County, Georgia and emphasizing safety, wetlands avoidance, tax benefits, local jobs, and agrivoltaics with sheep and cattle. ** Show note: Apologies about the sound. We had an issue that meant the audio was not as good towards the end but we felt strongly enough about putting the episode out that we are releasing it.

L'Associació per a l'Ensenyament del Català (APLEC) organitzarà un homenatge a Jordi Barre pels volts de Sant Jordi, coincidint amb els quinze anys de la seva mort. El músic rossellonès va ser un dels actors culturals més destacats del segle XX a Catalunya Nord i va musicar textos d'autors locals com Joan Amade, Josep Sebastià Pons i Joan Cayrol, Coleta Planas, o també Jordi Pere Cerdà, Joan Tocabens i Claude Cayuela. Rémy Farré és secretari de l'APLEC.

What does a veteran crime reporter turned "Philly Culture" columnist have in common with a father-son duo obsessed with a galaxy far, far away? More than you'd think. In this special 5th Anniversary episode, we welcome Stephanie Farr of The Philadelphia Inquirer to celebrate the journey of Father. Son. Galaxy. and the heartbeat of the City of Brotherly Love. We're looking back at the serendipitous moment Stephanie's 2021 profile that blasted our podcast into hyperspace and caught the attention of Mark Hamill himself.Stephanie shares her own fascinating journey—from writing obituaries in small-town Pennsylvania to uncovering the "weird, wild, and wonderfully unique" stories that define Philadelphia. Beyond the Star Wars magic, she offers her "insider-outsider" perspective on why Philly's honest, "Eagles-hoodie-wearing" culture is the perfect backdrop for our story. Whether you're a journalism student looking for career advice, a Star Wars fan, or a tourist seeking hidden gems like the City Hall tower tour, this episode is a love letter to five years of storytelling, community, and the force that connects us all.

https://beercast.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2026/03/BC630.mp3 Criado em 2013 no Leblon, o Brewteco, idealizado por Rafael Farrá, se expandiu para diferentes bairros da cidade do Rio de Janeiro e soma mais de 180 torneiras de chope. Hoje vamos entender sua história e como que essa rede de bares conseguiu manter a cultura de boteco conectada à cerveja artesanal. Procure por “Beercast Brasil” no seu app de música favorito. Ouvir no Spotify Ouvir no Apple Podcasts Ouvir na Amazon Music Ouvir no Deezer Seja Patrono do Beercast contribuindo a partir de R$10,00 por mês. Links: Instagram da Brewteco Site Brewteco Entre em contato com o Beercast e acompanhe nossas mídias sociais: beercastbrasil@gmail.com: Mande suas degustações, garrafadas, críticas, elogios e sugestões.https://www.instagram.com/victorpmarinho/ Instagram Beercast Brasil Fanpage Beercast Brasil no Facebook Feed do Beercast (assine nosso feed)

A glamorous Fort Worth mansion. A bitter divorce. A masked gunman waiting in the dark. When Priscilla Davis came home just after midnight, she never imagined the night would end in bloodshed. Before the sun came up, two people would be dead, two more wounded, and one of Texas's richest men would be at the center of it all. This week, we're diving into the shocking murders of Stan Farr and Andrea Wilborn — a case filled with wealth, power, scandal, and a trial that left people questioning whether justice was ever really served. If you think money can't buy freedom… this story may change your mind. BlissyUpgrade your sleep with Blissy's award-winning silk pillowcases that help protect your hair and skin overnight.➡️ Get 60 nights risk-free plus 30% off at blissy.com/CREEPERSPOD with code CREEPERSPOD. ShopifyTurn your idea into a business with Shopify, the commerce platform powering millions of brands worldwide.➡️ Start your $1/month trial at shopify.com/creepers. HomeServeUnexpected home repairs can be expensive. HomeServe offers plans that help protect against covered repairs for plumbing, electrical, HVAC, and more.➡️ Learn more and find the right plan for you at homeserve.com. WayfairRefresh your home with furniture, decor, and organization solutions that fit your style and budget.➡️ Shop everything for your home at wayfair.com. QuinceHigh-quality wardrobe staples made with premium fabrics like European linen, silk, and organic cotton—without the luxury markup.➡️ Get free shipping and 365-day returns at quince.com/creepers. Sources: Rich Man, Dead Man | Texas Monthly How Cullen Davis Beat the Rap – Texas Monthly Stonegate Mansion: A final look inside an infamous and iconic home Cullen Davis trial: The famous Fort Worth, Texas murder case | wfaa.com Is Priscilla Davis' Story True? - D Magazine American Justice: Oil, Money, and Murder - S9 E13 Sponsors Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

A seemingly ordinary car salesman hides a far darker agenda. Anthony Farr of Little Rock spends hours behind the wheel, driving six long hours across state lines for a meeting he believes will be with a minor. What began as a series of explicit online messages quickly turns into a disturbing journey fueled by anticipation—and intent.  But when Farr finally arrives in Livingston Parish, Louisiana, the person waiting for him isn't who he expects. Chris is there, along with local law enforcement, ready to confront him the moment his carefully planned encounter falls apart.  Chris presses Farr in a revealing interview that exposes the troubling mindset behind predators who travel great distances to act on their fantasies. In this intense episode, the investigation lays bare the premeditation, deception, and dangerous patterns investigators look for—and the critical steps being taken to stop these encounters before a child becomes the victim.  Sponsored by: OneSkin: Get 15% off OneSkin with the code HANSEN at https://www.oneskin.co/HANSEN #oneskinpod  Home Title Lock: Go to https://hometitlelock.com/chrishansen and use promo code HANSEN to get a FREE title history report and a FREE TRIAL of their Triple Lock Protection! For details visit https://hometitlelock.com/warranty  American Hartford Gold: Protect your wealth with precious metals! Call American Hartford Gold today & get up to $20,000 in free silver on your 1st order! Call 866-508-6029 or Text HANSEN to 65532, or Click the link below: https://offers.americanhartfordgold.com/content-affiliate/?Leadsource=Affiliate&utm_sfcampaign=701Nv00000aEv8GIAS  TruthFinder.com. To get the answers you're looking for about the new people in your life, and to discover information on potential predators, go to www.TruthFinder.com/predators Getyour official Have A Seat merchandise at https://haveaseat.dashery.com/ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Lucy Farr's Barndance (with mistakes and maybe a missed part?) played in open G tuning on guitar. Not much of a barn dance feel :-).

Lucy Farr's Barndance (with mistakes and maybe a missed part?) played in open G tuning on guitar. Not much of a barn dance feel :-).

Growing up is a trap! In this episode of the Scottish Watches Podcast, we sit down with Adam Hodge, founder of Farr + Swit Watch Company, a microbrand that's turning traditional... The post Scottish Watches Podcast #758 : Taking A Gamble On Retro With Farr and Swit appeared first on Scottish Watches.

We start the show off with some super cross talk with Mason & AK (Andy Kamenetzky). The guys are both in studio along the Big CY Clinton Yates your host for Clinton & Friends. NBA Commissioner Adam Silver has informed all 30 NBA teams that he will possibly implement some rule changes to help out with the NBA's "tanking" problem. Dodgers executive Lon Rosen has been hired as president of business operations. Clinton is a professor at Loyola Marymount University. He gives a breakdown on the subject he teaches. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

We say we want better systems to make green behavior easy, but what are the exact steps to get your city to build it? I spoke to leading street-transformation expert, Founder of ​3DStreet,​ and father of two, ​Kieran Farr. In this conversation, we lay out the complete A to Z steps you need to add a bike lane, walking path, or trees to a street near you.LINKS

Ep. 753 - What can Cardinals fans expect from new head coach Mike LaFleur? Paul Calvisi and Ron Wolfley welcome former Rams defensive lineman and current Rams Radio sideline reporter D'Marco Farr to the show for insight. The discussion covers LaFleur's scheme, the influence of Sean McVay and Kyle Shanahan, an emphasis on urgency in daily work, and much more. Plus, Calvisi and Wolf make their final case for Larry Fitzgerald's Pro Football Hall of Fame candidacy.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Ep. 754 - What can Cardinals fans expect from new head coach Mike LaFleur? Paul Calvisi and Ron Wolfley welcome former Rams defensive lineman and current Rams Radio sideline reporter D'Marco Farr to the show for insight. The discussion covers LaFleur's scheme, the influence of Sean McVay and Kyle Shanahan, an emphasis on urgency in daily work, and much more. Plus, Calvisi and Wolf make their final case for Larry Fitzgerald's Pro Football Hall of Fame candidacy.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

CardioNerds (Dr. Shazli Khan, Dr. Jenna Skowronski, and Dr. Shiva Patlolla) discuss the management of patients post‑heart transplantation with Dr. Shelley Hall from Baylor University Medical Center and Dr. MaryJane Farr from UTSW. In this comprehensive review, we cover the physiology of the transplanted heart, immunosuppression strategies, rejection surveillance, and long-term complications including cardiac allograft vasculopathy (CAV) and malignancy. Audio editing for this episode was performed by CardioNerds intern Dr. Bhavya Shah. Enjoy this Circulation 2022 Paths to Discovery article to learn about the CardioNerds story, mission, and values. CardioNerds Heart Success Series PageCardioNerds Episode PageCardioNerds AcademyCardionerds Healy Honor Roll CardioNerds Journal ClubSubscribe to The Heartbeat Newsletter!Check out CardioNerds SWAG!Become a CardioNerds Patron! Pearls The Denervated Heart: The donor heart is surgically severed from the autonomic nervous system, leading to a higher resting heart rate (90-110 bpm) due to loss of vagal tone. Because the heart relies on circulating catecholamines rather than neural input to increase heart rate, patients experience a delayed chronotropic response to exercise and stress. Importantly, because afferent pain fibers are severed, ischemia is often painless. Rejection Surveillance: Rejection is classified into Acute Cellular Rejection (ACR), which is T-cell mediated, and Antibody-Mediated Rejection (AMR), which is B-cell mediated. While endomyocardial biopsy remains the gold standard for diagnosis, non-invasive surveillance using gene-expression profiling (e.g., AlloMap) and donor-derived cell-free DNA (dd-cfDNA) is increasingly utilized to reduce the burden of invasive procedures. The Infection Timeline: The risk of infection follows a predictable timeline based on the intensity of immunosuppression. The first month is dominated by nosocomial infections. Months one through six are the peak for opportunistic infections (Cytomegalovirus, Pneumocystis, Toxoplasmosis) requiring prophylaxis. After six months, patients are primarily at risk for community-acquired pathogens, though late viral reactivation can occur. Cardiac Allograft Vasculopathy (CAV): Unlike native coronary artery disease, CAV presents as diffuse, concentric intimal thickening that affects the entire length of the vessel, including the microvasculature. Due to denervation, patients rarely present with angina; instead, CAV manifests as unexplained heart failure, fatigue, or sudden cardiac death. Malignancy Risk: Long-term immunosuppression significantly increases the risk of malignancy. Skin cancers (squamous and basal cell) are the most common, followed by Post-Transplant Lymphoproliferative Disorder (PTLD), which is often driven by Epstein-Barr Virus (EBV) reactivation. Notes Notes: Notes drafted by Dr. Patlolla 1. What are the unique physiological features of the transplanted heart? The hallmark of the transplanted heart is denervation. Because the autonomic nerve fibers are severed during harvest, the heart loses parasympathetic or vagal tone, resulting in a resting tachycardia (typically 90-110 bpm). The heart also loses the ability to mount a reflex tachycardia; thus, the heart rate response to exercise or hypovolemia relies on circulating catecholamines, which results in a slower “warm-up” and “cool-down” period during exertion. 2. What are the pillars of maintenance immunosuppression regimen? The triple drug maintenance regimen typically consists of: Calcineurin Inhibitor (CNI): Tacrolimus is preferred over cyclosporine. Key side effects include nephrotoxicity, hypertension, tremor, hyperkalemia, and hypomagnesemia. Antimetabolite: Mycophenolate mofetil (MMF) inhibits lymphocyte proliferation. Key side effects include leukopenia and GI distress. Corticosteroids: Prednisone is used for maintenance but is often weaned to low doses or discontinued after the first year to mitigate metabolic side effects (diabetes, osteoporosis, weight gain). 3. How is rejection classified and diagnosed? Rejection is the immune system’s response to the foreign graft and is categorized by the arm of the immune system involved: Acute Cellular Rejection (ACR): Mediated by T-lymphocytes infiltrating the myocardium. It is graded from 1R (mild) to 3R (severe) based on the extent of infiltration and myocyte damage. Antibody-Mediated Rejection (AMR): Mediated by B-cells producing donor-specific antibodies (DSAs) that attack the graft endothelium. It is diagnosed via histology (capillary swelling) and immunofluorescence (C4d staining). Diagnosis has historically relied on endomyocardial biopsy. However, non-invasive tools are gaining traction. Gene Expression Profiling (GEP) assesses the expression of genes associated with immune activation to rule out rejection in low-risk patients. Donor-Derived Cell-Free DNA (dd-cfDNA) measures the fraction of donor DNA in the recipient’s blood. Elevated levels suggest graft injury which can occur in both ACR and AMR. 4. What is the timeline of infectious risk and how does it guide prophylaxis? Infectious risk correlates with the net state of immunosuppression. < 1 Month (Nosocomial): Risks include surgical site infections, catheter-associated infections, and aspiration pneumonia. 1 – 6 Months (Opportunistic): This is the period of peak immunosuppression. Patients are at risk for PJP, CMV, Toxoplasma, and fungal infections. Prophylaxis typically includes Trimethoprim-Sulfamethoxazole (for PJP/Toxo) and Valganciclovir (for CMV, dependent on donor/recipient serostatus). > 6 Months (Community-Acquired): As immunosuppression is weaned, the risk profile shifts toward community-acquired respiratory viruses (Influenza, RSV) and pneumonias. However, patients with recurrent rejection requiring boosted immunosuppression remain at risk for opportunistic pathogens. 5. How does Cardiac Allograft Vasculopathy (CAV) differ from native CAD? CAV is the leading cause of late graft failure. Unlike the focal, eccentric plaques seen in native atherosclerosis, CAV is an immunologically driven process causing diffuse, concentric intimal hyperplasia. It affects both epicardial vessels and the microvasculature. Because of this diffuse nature, percutaneous coronary intervention (PCI) is often technically difficult and provides only temporary palliation. The only definitive treatment for severe CAV is re-transplantation. Surveillance is critical and is typically performed via annual coronary angiography, often using intravascular ultrasound (IVUS) to detect early intimal thickening before it is visible on the angiogram. References Costanzo MR, Dipchand A, Starling R, et al. The International Society of Heart and Lung Transplantation Guidelines for the care of heart transplant recipients. J Heart Lung Transplant. 2010;29(8):914-956. doi:10.1016/j.healun.2010.05.034. https://www.jhltonline.org/article/S1053-2498(10)00358-X/fulltext Kittleson MM, Kobashigawa JA. Cardiac Allograft Vasculopathy: Current Understanding and Treatment. JACC Heart Fail. 2017;5(12):857-868. doi:10.1016/j.jchf.2017.07.003. https://www.jacc.org/doi/10.1016/j.jchf.2017.07.003 Velleca A, Shullo MA, Dhital K, et al. The International Society for Heart and Lung Transplantation (ISHLT) guidelines for the care of heart transplant recipients. J Heart Lung Transplant. 2023;42(5):e1-e141. doi:10.1016/j.healun.2022.10.015. https://www.jhltonline.org/article/S1053-2498(22)02187-5/fulltext

Joined by Madison Farr, Damon and Damo sit down for a wide-ranging conversation on accountability, leadership, and the lasting effects of how Sailors are treated after mistakes. The episode opens with a brief check-in and an apology for a previous error before Madison shares her experiences in the Navy, including two separate Masts and a tragic incident that shaped how she viewed discipline, leadership, and her own career. The discussion covers fraternization, issues with her LPO, and the idea of not letting getting in trouble define you, along with what accountability should look like after NJP. Damon, Damo, and Madison talk through leadership responsibilities, the difference between consequences and abandonment, and what it means to do right by your people. Lighter moments include early Navy misadventures, her first time checking into a command, and reflections on the good moments from her time in uniform. The conversation also touches on warfare pin restrictions, Madison's current work at MEPS, and what she sees from the other side of the accession process. In the Do Better segment, the guys discuss installation safety, matching energy, navigating transition, and the need for leadership to be less judgmental. The episode closes with Madison grading the Chiefs' Mess, sharing her perspective on DRBs, weighing in on The Rip and Sinners and its record-breaking nominations, and offering feedback on what leaders can do better. These and more topics are covered in this episode.     Do you have a “Do Better” that you want us to review on a future episode? Reach out at ptsfpodcast@gmail.com     Stay connected with the PTSF Podcast: https://linktr.ee/Ptsfpodcast       PTSF Theme Music: Produced by Lim0

Bob and Dave are joined by Rams broadcaster D’Marco Farr to get his thoughts on the Rams mindset as they prepare to face the Seahawks for the third time this season in the NFC Championship game, as well as the current state of UW’s football program, they discuss whether Riq Woolen and Ken Walker have done enough this season to earn contract extensions, and they hear what Seahawks WR Cooper Kupp said about facing his old team with a Super Bowl trip on the line in Sweeping the Dial. 

On this episode, Rick discusses Weapons with returning guest, Jason Farr, & first time guest, Justina Starling. We get into them seeing the film at Nitehawk & immediately running through Prospect Park, seeing Barbarian first, non-linear storytelling, Han PoPo & the greatest cinematic foot chase since Point Break & more. We also get into rare moments of positivity in the new year, how it's always funny whenever a woman says "suck my dick", the great performances in the film, pet peeves in improv, going into movies cold & more. Please subscribe, review & give us that 5 star boop!

This Week: Chai Ready!, Drop Kick Nog, Skunk Nog, Bismarck Bands, The Get Up Kids, When We Were Young Festival, Vendetta Red, Finch, 2000's Nostalgia?, Grabbing Eyeballs, Scott Baio Gave Me Pinkeye, AV Club, Mr. Farr's Pocket Chocolate, Full Swayze, Claremont Lounge, Leanne, Brady Competitive Pole Dancing, Everything Fruity Pebbles, Clarissa 401k, Tasty Asthma Medicines (nom nom nom), Dimetapp, Don Draper's Job Was Easy, All Artificial Flavors, We're Done with the Earth. This Week's Donut: Little Hats' ZeppolesGet on the Patreon Train: https://patreon.com/Sushijackknife?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLinkBandcamp Store: https://sushijackknife.bandcamp.com/Email: sushijackknife@gmail.com

Altadena residents James Farr, a journalist and KBLA Talk 1580 host, and Andrew Wessels, strategy director for the Eaton Fire Survivors Network, discuss the first anniversary of the California wildfires and the next steps in recovery.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/tavis-smiley--6286410/support.

We start the show off with some super cross talk with Momo (Ramona Shelburne) & Beto Duran. D'Marco is in studio, AK Andy Kamenetzky is in for Travis Rodgers. Producer Deondre went and took professional pictures with his girlfriend and a lot of people misinterpreted the photos. What happened? What happened with Lakers against the Clippers? FANTASY SPRINGS BEST OF. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Many medical trainees are driven to medicine by their moral or religious principles — only to find that they are expected to check their principles at the patient's door. When this happens, physicians and patients may lose the opportunity for deeper, more healing relationships.Our guest on this episode is Dr. Farr Curlin, a hospitalist and palliative care physician at Duke University School of Medicine. Dr. Curlin holds joint appointments in the Trent Center for Bioethics, Humanities & History of Medicine and Duke Divinity School, where he studies the intersection of medicine, ethics, and religion. From a young age, Dr. Curlin was intrigued by the moral dimensions of medicine. As a medical trainee, he began to study how the religious backgrounds of physicians inform their practice. He is the co-author of The Way of Medicine, in which he challenges the modern “provider of services” model and calls for a recovery of medicine's spiritual foundations as a healing profession. Now, at Duke Divinity School, he spends significant time helping physicians re-center their practice around the question: “What is Good?” Over the course of our conversation, we discuss attitudes toward religion in the medical profession and how many medical professionals worry that being openly religious may make them seem retrograde — or worse. We explore striking the balance between offering physician wisdom while respecting patient autonomy, consider whether the project of medicine makes sense when viewed through the lens of secular humanism, and reflect on how the physician attributes of humility and respect enable physicians to productively bring their full selves to the bedside, all while practicing medicine within a morally pluralistic society.In this episode, you'll hear about: 2:48 - Dr. Curlin's path to medicine and what drew him to a career at the intersection of religion and medicine 19:30 - Dr. Curlin's thoughts on why doctors often feel they cannot be openly religious35:45 - How Dr. Curlin would change medical training to create a deeper focus on personal commitments and moral conviction 41:15 - Exploring the limitations of artificial agnosticism at the patient's bedside51:50 - How fostering a spiritual connection to the work of healing can mitigate burnoutVisit our website www.TheDoctorsArt.com where you can find transcripts of all episodes.If you enjoyed this episode, please subscribe, rate, and review our show, available for free on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. If you know of a doctor, patient, or anyone working in health care who would love to explore meaning in medicine with us on the show, feel free to leave a suggestion in the comments or send an email to info@thedoctorsart.com.Copyright The Doctor's Art Podcast 2025