Podcasts about Farr

Gunnar Christensen is an entrant in the 2026 Golden Globe Race. He owns a Hans Christen 34 and is also a professional sailor and skipper of racing sailboats. We talk about his Baltic 42, a Southerly 42, The Bahamas, the value of a swing-keel, RORC races Gunnar has been competing in, racing a Farr 60, how seamanship differs between racers and cruisers, how racing boats are less forgiving than cruising boats, surfing at 15 knots on a J109, the hard work of sailing a J109 downwind, asymmetrical spinnakers vs symmetrical spinnakers, the Fastnet Race, sailplan for sailing downwind in the Hans Christen 34, sailing wing-on-wing, looking and learning when new on a boat, converting racing boats to cruising boats, the Golden Globe Race and finding a title sponsor, rumors of LSO not being the start of the 2026 GGR, the mental challenges of long solo passages, hurricanes, sailing in Maritime Canada, sailing with balanced sails and wheel tied off, getting seasick, self-tacking staysails, reefing, meditation and how it can help an offshore sailor, and more. photos and links can be found on the shownotes page support the show through Patreon

La pianista i matemàtica vilanovina Laura Farré Rozada presenta el seu tercer disc, Araspel, fruit de 10 anys de recerca i dedicació. El projecte gira al voltant del llegat de Komitas i reivindica compositors oblidats d'Armènia i Europa de l'Est. El disc es publicarà el 10 d'octubre. Hi hauran concerts de presentació a Armènia, Vilanova i Barcelona, entre d'altres. Farré ha estat reconeguda internacionalment per la seva trajectòria i innovació. podcast recorded with enacast.com

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James Farr is a journalist whose work appears in the LA Progressive. He Hosts KBLA 1580's "Conversation Live: Altadena Rising." On this podcast, James and Dominique talk about Altadena recovery and Kenya Barris and Mike Epps' new sitcom detouring out of Altadena following pushback. James struggles with sympathizing with Trump violating people's 4th Amendment rights, saying "Black men's rights have never stopped being violated."https://www.instagram.com/JamesFarrLive/ https://www.instagram.com/diprimaradio/

We start the hour with a call for courage, purpose and emotional management. Meditation instructor, astrologer and yoga teacher Saharah Ali starts our week off with Mindful Mondays. For the second half of the hour Dominique looks at ICE raids and detention of citizens and legal residents and James returns to the mic to clap back on Dominique's characterization of his remarks about ICE raids and his response as a Black man.https://www.instagram.com/JamesFarrLive/ https://www.instagram.com/diprimaradio/

Host Evie Stokes sits down with Lena Farr-Morrissey of Coral Grief to talk about three piece bands, whale watching and Louisville, Kentucky-based group Wombo. The two talk about the band’s just released song “Spyhopping.” Wombo’s new album “Danger in Fives” is out now on Fire Talk Records. Hosted by: Evie StokesProduced by: Lilly Ana FowlerMastered by: William MyersProduction support: Serafima HealyAssociate Director of Editorial: Dusty Henry Listen to the full songs on KEXP's "In Our Headphones" playlist on Spotify or the “What's In Our Headphones” playlist on YouTube. Support the podcast: kexp.org/headphones Contact us at headphones@kexp.org.Support the show: https://www.kexp.org/donateSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this episode of Hi Felicia, I sit down with Neda Farr—astrologer, creator, and founder of the Starcrossed app—whose work has reached over 450,000 followers across TikTok, Instagram, and YouTube. Neda is known for her ability to connect astrology with the emotional dynamics of relationships, making her a voice of wisdom and humor for Gen Z and Millennial women navigating the complexities of dating today. Her viral series, Astrology for the Situationship Era, has given countless people clarity (and laughs) about their relationships. Beyond content creation, Neda is a visionary entrepreneur. Her app, Starcrossed, has already been downloaded over 75,000 times and features tools like soulmate drawings, friend compatibility, and even guidance on when you'll meet your soulmate. We talk about: ✨ Why so many people turn to astrology for life guidance ✨ How astrology can help you navigate dating, love, and situationships ✨ The journey of creating Starcrossed + exciting new features ✨ The most common client questions she gets ✨ What astrological events to look out for this fall (yes, Mercury Retrograde is on the list

We go down memory lane as D'Marco talks about a car ad on television that his Uncle Mel Farr starred in as Superman. We found it on YouTube and play it for him. Also, what ever happened to Avril Lavigne? Producer Emily has her topics ready for another edition of FACT or CAP and Do we appreciate it Shohei Ohtani enough? or have Dodgers fans have gotten accustomed to winning? Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Host Evie Stokes sits down with Lena Farr-Morrissey of Seattle-based dream pop project Coral Grief to talk about one of her favorite San Francisco acts — Galore – and their new song “Field Trip.” Galore’s new album Dirt is out now from Speakeasy Studios SF. Hosted by Evie StokesProduced by Lilly Ana FowlerMastered by: William MyersProduction support: Serafima HealyAssociate Director of Editorial: Dusty Henry Listen to the full songs on KEXP's "In Our Headphones" playlist on Spotify or the “What's In Our Headphones” playlist on YouTube. Photo Credit: Marisa Bazan Support the podcast: kexp.org/headphones Contact us at headphones@kexp.orgSupport the show: https://www.kexp.org/donateSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this episode, I'm joined by Shaun Farr, President of Landvoice, a leading real estate technology and data firm that's been helping investors and agents find profitable off-market deals since 1991.   Shaun shares exactly how Landvoice sources its unique lists that include pre-foreclosures, for-sale-by-owners, expired listings, and a brand-new distressed properties dataset—and why these tools give you an edge in today's competitive market. We also dig into compliance, targeting strategies, and how combining great data with creative deal structuring can create win-win solutions for sellers and investors alike.   Whether you're looking for your first deal or adding to an already robust portfolio, this conversation will open your eyes to data-driven ways to find opportunities other investors don't even know exist.   Key Talking Points of the Episode   00:00 Introduction 01:28 What is LandVoice? 03:07 Specializing in off-market data for real estate investors 06:12 Pre-foreclosure and REO data: how Landvoice blends multiple sources for accuracy 08:04 Expired listings and why agents love partnering with investors 09:01 Neighborhood search tool for hyper-targeted prospecting 10:15 The new Distressed Property list: 4 levels of motivation before foreclosure 12:09 How distressed data + creative deal structuring creates win-wins 14:08 New tools coming to LandVoice in October 15:01 Join QLS Live in October!   Quotables   “We're blending the biggest foreclosure sources to eliminate blind spots. You won't find a better file in the country.”   “The distressed list gets you in front of homeowners before the foreclosure competition shows up.”   “Expired listings are gold because you're negotiating directly with the homeowner, not through a licensed agent.”   Links   QLS Live https://smartrealestatecoach.com/qlspodcast   Real Estate On Your Terms and Deal Structure Overtime https://wickedsmartbooks.com/podcast   FREE Master's Class http://smartrealestatecoach.com/masterspodcast   FREE Strategy Session with Chris Pre http://smartrealestatecoach.com/actionpodcast   QLS 4.0 https://smartrealestatecoach.com/qlspodcast   Investor Resources https://smartrealestatecoach.com/resources   Apprentice Program https://smartrealestatecoach.com/apprentice-pod   In the Trenches Bootcamp https://smartrealestatecoach.com/ittb-pod   3 Paydays Virtual Event https://smartrealestatecoach.com/3paydayspodcast   REI Blackbook https://smartrealestatecoach.com/REIBB-pod   7 Figures Funding https://smartrealestatecoach.com/7figures-pod   Land Voice https://smartrealestatecoach.com/landvoice-pod   Propsperity https://propsperity.io

Marta Farrés, de la comissió de la plaça de la Vila com preparen les Festes de Gràcia.

Life, Culture and Current Events from a Biblical Perspective with Neil Johnson.Your support sends the gospel to every corner of Australia through broadcast, online and print media: https://vision.org.au/donateSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

We open the Final show of the week laying out our expectations for the Chiefs first preseason game this weekend! Plus, Farm To Fountains' Preston Farr joins the show to go over the Royals deadline moves, and analyze the Farm System!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Markets react to a full slate of headlines—from the weak July jobs report to Trump's threats against the BLS. Stocks post their worst day in months. Bob Elliott of Unlimited and Michael Farr of Farr, Miller & Washington break down the broader setup while Goldman's Eric Sheridan looks at the tech carnage. 

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. He 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. Ryn 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 grand prize, the EARTH EMERALD…EPISODE THIRTY-SEVEN: STRANGE TALES OF TWO STRANGERSOne night before the Tournament.Cid eased himself back into the comfy cushioned chair in the corner of the manse's dining area and sighed in relaxation.“Ahhhh…”He lifted the mug of tea that he had made for himself and inhaled deeply through his nose. Sweet and minty, with a hint of citrus. The Farrians were good at tea.It was too hot to drink quite yet, so he just sat like that for a while with both his hands around the mug, letting it warm them, enjoying its fragrance.Bliss.He had certainly earned a day off. They had all been training hard at the direction of young man Vish–even Cid. Although he was not planning to fight in the tournament–nothing could appeal to him less–he had joined in with the others' training for the sake of the exercise, and because he wanted to show willing and that he was one of the group. Although due to his age he had not been able to keep up to anything like the pace of the whippersnappers, the Shadowfinger had still put him through his own paces, and Cid had ached all over when he had woken up this morning. He had needed the break.He stretched his legs out and drew in another deep breath of steaming tea.It had been a good day off, too. He had spent it wandering the city with his Granddaughter and young man Ryn, looking in the different shops and visiting the different ornamental gardens, chatting about everything and nothing–the Jewels, their prospects in the upcoming tournament which would start tomorrow, where they would go next if they managed to secure the Earth Emerald. It had all been very pleasant.And now, to have an evening to himself, just to sit and rest while everyone else was out, free for a while of their bickering and squabbling and the different attractions that simmered between them…it was as though all the children were out for the night and so he could enjoy himself in peace. No, he corrected himself, it was as though all the grandchildren were out for the night and so he could enjoy himself in peace.“Heh,” he chuckled to himself. “Don't forget just quite how old you are, old man Cid.”He took a sip of the tea, now just about drinkable, and let it slide deliciously down his throat.He tipped his head back in the chair and shut his eyes, allowing himself to be lost in the sweet taste and the comfort of relaxing in this chair, without having to think for a few moments about the quest, or the danger they were all in, or how the fate of Mid rested on their shoulders, or how to keep this band of younglings alive for another day, or the terrible things he knew they would have to do that he didn't want to think about. He might even take a nap in this chair, or fall asleep early for the night...Bliss, he thought again.From across the manse, the sound of the front door bursting open. Commotion. Shouts. The voices of the two boys, arguing.Oh no.Cid opened his eyes and sat up straight.Ryn and Sagar exploded into the dining room.“Cid!” Ryn began at once, running up to him and launching into a manic report. “Nuthea and I went to see a play and there was a Jewel-wielder there possibly two and she told us not to make a scene but then Sagar was really really drunk and came to find us because he and Elrann found some other jewel-related person in a pub but then he went up on the stage and got in a fight so I had to go up too but then we had to give away that we had elemental powers and the lead actor got angry and attacked us and–!”“Woah, woah!” Cid interrupted him, like he was soothing a spooked chocobo that he had lost control of. “Slow down, lad! One thing at a time! Tell me what's happened, slowly.”“Don' lissshen to him!” said Sagar, almost falling over himself as he stumbled over to one of the chairs at the dining table and sat clumsily astride it, putting his arms out to steady himself and then draping himself over the table. “He'sh telling it wrong! There wash a man singing about the Jewelesh, like he knew where they all were, so we went to find the prinshesh and the pup an' tell ‘em, but then there wash thish dragon, an'…”The pirate ran out of steam, and now he did go over, his head lolling forward onto the table and hitting it with a smack, then stopping there.A short pause, and he began to snore loudly.Cid turned back to Ryn.“You try again,” he said. “Slowly.”“Um. Hello,” said a young female voice.Standing in the doorway was a short girl in a pale green ballroom-dress, with deep green hair cut short into a fringe and a bob, and huge, glittering green eyes. Her skin was very pale indeed, and she was wringing her hands. She looked as though she had just been through some sort of trauma.“Oh!” said Cid. “I didn't notice you there. Hello, young lady. Please, come in, have some tea, take a chair!”Cid poured the girl a drink from the stove while Ryn got her a chair to sit on. The girl took the tea gratefully and perched on the edge of the chair. She was trembling, Cid noticed, little ripples forming in the mug of tea, which she clutched tight like she was holding onto the hand of a protecting parent.Definitely trauma, he thought with his Healer's mind.When she was settled, Cid sat down at the table too and bade Ryn do the same.“Now,” he said to the boy over the sound of Sagar's snoring. “Tell me slowly and carefully what has been happening and why you have brought back this poor young lady to the manse.”“Well–” began Ryn.The front door banged open again.“Grandfather!” came Nuthea's voice from the entry hall. “Grandfather, are you up? There's some things I've got to tell you!”She ran into the dining room, followed quickly by Elrann, followed by another newcomer: a man in a hooded grey traveller's cloak with a lute-case slung over one shoulder, and the unusual contrast of dark skin and deep blue hair, which hung in thick locks down either side of his face.An Umbarian, Cid thought. The Sapphire-keepers. This one is far from home…“Hi, pops!” said Elrann cheerfully, taking her own seat at the table. “Some stuff's been going down. Oh,” she said when she saw the green-haired girl, “spirit-girl! You made it! Welcome to the party.” She smiled with her eyes shut.When Nuthea also saw the green-haired girl seated at the table, she said, “Ah, you managed to bring her back, Ryn. Well done! Are you okay?” she asked the girl.“I'm f-fine,” stammered the girl. “Um…who are you?”“I am Princess Nuthea Kaleutheanna of the Matriarchy of Manolia,” Nuthea announced proudly. “I identified that you were employing spirit projection in that play and asked my friend here if he could set up a conversation with you.”“You mean the guy asleep over there who jumped onstage and attacked my dragon projection?”Nuthea deflated a bit. “Um, no. That part wasn't planned. I meant my friend Ryn here. The one who, er, attacked your colleague's lion projection.”Cid thought it best to interject here. “Excuse me, young ones, but could one of you please explain to me slowly and plainly what is going on, and why you have invited these two strangers back to our residence?”“Right,” said both Ryn and Nuthea at the same time. They looked at each other. “I'll explain,” they each said again simultaneously.“You go,” said Ryn, ceding the floor at last to Nuthea.“Alright,” she said, accepting without another word, “what's happened is that–”The front door banged again, cutting her off.Who's left? Cid thought. Oh yes. Young man Vish. At least he should have managed to keep himself out of trouble, without poppy seed.There were no shouts or cries this time, just the slow thud of Vish's footfall across the entry hall towards them.But the footsteps were irregular, and heavier than usual. It sounded like he was staggering, like he might be injured.Maybe that was why everyone stayed silent, listening to the erratic noise of the footsteps.Vish appeared in the doorway, a framed black figure.He just stood there for a moment, looking at all of them. He was breathing heavily, his loud, ragged breaths practically matching the volume of Sagar's snoring, as he slumped against the doorjamb.Vish fell forwards onto his front onto the floor, hitting it with a light thwap.That was when Cid noticed the spotted trail of blood behind him, and the blood that was soaking out from him now onto the floor.“He's hurt!” Cid cried, leaping up immediately and rushing over to the fallen Shadowfinger. “Quick, boys, help me get him onto his back!”Ryn and the newcomer Umbarian, whose name Cid didn't even know yet, carefully pulled Vish over onto his back.The Shadowfinger groaned as he went over, not with pain, but what sounded like…pleasure.Oh no, thought Cid, not for the first time that evening, as he knelt next to Vish.“What's happened?” asked Nuthea from somewhere behind him. “Is he going to be alright?”“Quiet,” Cid commanded irritably. “I'll know in a moment.” He didn't like snapping but he needed to concentrate.The first thing he did was take off the Shadowfinger's black gloves, which were slick with blood. There were no cuts or marks on the tan skin at all–it was smooth, delicate even. Just black discolouration at his fingertips—but that came from the poppy addiction. He examined the folds of Vish's tunic. There was no sign of a wound or of blood leaking through it anywhere. He put a hand over Vish's heart. It was beating regularly. Fast, granted. But regularly.Cid looked at the Shadowfinger's face. The man's eyes were closed and the tautness of his cheeks indicated he was smiling underneath his head scarf. The Healer pulled back one of the man's eyelids with a thumb, and his growing suspicions were confirmed. The pupil underneath was huge, dilated so big that it practically filled the whole of his eye with blackness. Vish giggled quietly in whatever state of consciousness he was in.“He's fine,” Cid pronounced, getting to his feet and shaking his head with disappointment. “This is not his blood; it's someone else's. Maybe several people's. He's not hurt. He's just had a poppy hit, that's all. An absolutely massive one, from the looks of things. Possibly several seeds at once.”Shocked silence.He sighed. And I thought that he had been making process.“Um, who is that guy?” said the green-haired girl.Cid turned. She had gotten up from the table and was standing as far away as possible from them all against the wall at the other end of the room, practically cowering.“Oh, please don't be alarmed, young lady,” Cid said. “This man is just an ex-Imperial bountyhunter who we enlisted to help us on our travels.”“He's a what?!” exclaimed the girl, standing up stick-straight and pushing herself even harder back against the wall. She looked as if she was about to run out of the room at any moment.“Don't worry,” Nuthea said, holding out her hands in a calming gesture, “it's quite alright. He's safe. He's on our side. He's saved our lives many times.”The girl stared down at Vish, mouth curling in horror, then looked up at Nuthea. “Who are all of you?” she said. “I only came with him–” she pointed to Ryn–“because he rescued me from Zigfrid's lion and because I can't go back to the troupe now! Unless you explain who you all are and what you're doing I'm getting out of here!”“Yes,” spoke up the Umbarian with the lute. “I would very much like to know who all of you are and why you have invited me here as well.”“Alright,” said Nuthea, “I'll explain to the two of you, then we can explain to grandfather why we've invited you each here. But do come and sit down, please.”Nuthea offered the girl her chair again and with some reluctance she crept back over and took it, reclaiming her tea, but her gaze kept darting back to Vish.“Don't worry about him,” Cid said in an effort to reassure her. “He will be out for a while. And he won't harm any of us. He's clearly used up his energy from the hit to walk back here. He is on our side.”The girl's lopsided grimace indicated she was not reassured in the least, but she stayed where she was for the moment.Cid, Nuthea, Ryn, Elrann and the Umbarian all took seats at the rectangular wooden table too, joining the girl and the snoring Sagar. They left Vish on his back on the floor to sleep off his poppy hit.“So who are you all?” asked the Umbarian. “And what are you doing staying in a government residence in the second-but-topmost level of Shun Pei?”Nuthea began her explanation for the newcomers. “We're a group of friends who are searching for some objects called the Twelve Primeval Jewels. We have two already, and four of us have elemental projection powers from touching different jewels.” Cid wouldn't have led with that, though it sounded as though his travelling companions had practically revealed as much to these two newcomers already. But why?Nuthea proceeded to work her way through the whole party and explain how she had met them and how they had ended up coming along on the search for the Jewels, beginning with her and Ryn meeting in the brig of an Imperial Airship, and ending with VIsh agreeing to work together with them in exchange for being kept in supply of poppy seed. She told them the story of how they had thus far managed to retrieve two Jewels and what they were doing in Farr in pursuit of a third.When she had finished, she looked at the two newcomers as if expecting some sort of response. The Umbarian tapped his lips, looking thoughtful, but the green-haired girl just continued to stare blankly.“Okaaay then…” the girl said eventually. “But what does any of this have to do with me?”“Well, young lady,” said Nuthea, “—what is your name, by the way?”“Riss,” said the green-haired girl.“Well, young Riss, when I saw that dragon appear in the play you were in, so lifelike, I suspected Jewel-magic must be involved.”The girl looked at the floor. “Ah. So you know.”“Yes,” said Nuthea. “You have touched the Spirit Carnelian.”Cid took in a sharp breath, but he tried to mask it.The girl looked up at Nuthea, and she did look very much to Cid like a little girl then–a confused, lost, alone and afraid little girl–despite being a bit older than a child. “Is that what it's called?”“That is what my people call it,” said Nuthea, “and what I believe most peoples who possess knowledge of Jewel-lore call it. How did you come by it?”The girl glanced around at all the members of the party in turn–those of them who were awake at least. She still sat tight-lipped, wide-eyed and pale. “You wouldn't believe me even if I told you…” she said quietly.“Try us,” Cid encouraged her gently. “You have heard some of our stories, and how unbelievable and outlandish those are. I think you will find it hard to surprise us.”Riss drew in a quivering breath. “Well… okay then…” Her green eyes took on a far-away look as she began her story. “I am originally from Suria. My father died of an illness when I was small. My mother raised me by herself, but she struggled. Ever since I was little, I never really fitted in. Rather than joining in with everyone else's games, I liked to go off by myself and play my own games in my imagination. I would go exploring in the woods and hills and valleys and make up my own stories. One day when I was twelve, I was out in the woods, and it was like I heard this voice whispering to me…”Riss paused and came back to the room for a moment, biting her lip and glancing around at her audience. She looked as if she was afraid of saying something foolish.“Go on,” Cid prompted her kindly. He had begun to suspect where this was going.“This voice began whispering to me, just my name at first, and then it started to tell me to follow certain directions. So I followed it. It was like one of my imaginations, one of my stories had come to life. I followed it, and it led me to a particular tree. It was a really big one, an oak I think, with a huge thick trunk and lots of branches that spread into the branches of the other trees. A little way up in the trunk was a small hollowed-out hole, the kind that a squirrel or a bird might nest in. The voice told me to look inside it, so I did, and inside I found a small, smooth, orangey-brown jewel. I took it, and when I touched it I felt a surge of…energy go through me, and from that moment I was able to summon spirits.”Quiet descended, punctuated only by a sleep-snort from Sagar.Cid could see the tension in every line of Nuthea's body, how she held her jaw tight, how she sat rigid on her chair. She must be exerting a huge amount of self-control not to burst out and ask the question that was surely also burning on her lips straight away.“Riss…” his granddaughter addressed the girl slowly. “Do you still have the jewel?”“No.”Cid felt the disappointment settle on him like a cloak. He saw it settle on Nuthea too.“Where is it?” Nuthea asked the girl.“He has it.”“Who?”“Zigfrid.”“That pompous lead actor from the play?” asked Ryn.The girl nodded.Nuthea didn't quite prevent all of her frustration from leaking into her voice. “How did he come by it?” she asked.The girl pulled her head back and pushed her chair away from the table a little, looking again as if she might run off at any moment. She must have sensed the trio's frustration.“Why does it matter?” she asked suspiciously. “What's it to you?”Cid stepped in again, speaking in as soothing tones as he could manage. “Do not worry, young lady; you are not in trouble–least of all with us. We are not angry with you, only at the situation. As my Granddaughter here has told you, we are searching for the Jewels, but not for our own gain. We are seeking to find them to protect the world from those who might use them for harm. That's why we're interested.”The girl relaxed a little at that, but only a little. “Alright then…” She resumed her story. “Once I started summoning the spirits because of the stone, my village kicked me out. Even… even my own family didn't want anything to do with me. They called me a witch, and a sorceress, and said that if I didn't leave they would have to…” She paused, and bit her lip, not able to say whatever had been going to follow. “That was quite a few years ago,” she went on. “So I left. I set out on my own, and got by by myself living in the woods, calling the spirits to help me. But then one day I came upon a traveling troupe of Manyiro performers that were passing through. I followed them, and hid to watch one of their play rehearsals, and I was spellbound. I suddenly realised: this is what I want to do. These people got to make up stories and pretend to be in them, but they weren't hated or kicked out for it–other people even loved them for it. They were even respected for it. I knew I had to join them. So I found the leader of the troupe and I showed him what I could do–summoning and commanding spirits…” She faltered again.“And how did he respond?” prompted Cid again, though he had an inkling.“He was impressed,” said Riss. “So impressed that he let me join the troupe straight away, seeing how spirit-summoning could make him and his performances even more famous. But he only let me join on one condition.”“You had to tell him how you learned to summon the spirits and show him how to do it too,” guessed Ryn, just as Cid had.The girl nodded. “Exactly. And after he found out about the jewel, he forced me to give it to him. I taught him how to summon spirits with it, and he got very good at it.”“And that's why he still has it,” said Nuthea.“Yes…” said Riss, “but that's not quite the whole of the story. After a while, some of the other actors in the troupe got jealous of my abilities, and wanted to know how I got them. Until tonight Zigfrid had never revealed to anybody else that he could do it too, you see. And he had sworn me to secrecy about the jewel, but when I told the others that I couldn't tell them how I got my powers or show them how they worked, they got angry with me. They ganged up on me–it was like what happened in my village all over again. So I went to Zigfrid and told him that I wanted the jewel back, and to leave the troupe, but he wouldn't give it to me, or let me. He told me that the jewel was his now, and that I had to stay in the troupe and summon the spirits for him so that we could keep up our reputation. I tried to call a spirit to fight him off and get back the jewel, but by that time he had grown too powerful at summoning himself. He summoned his lion and he…he pinned me down, and made me promise that I wouldn't leave the troupe.”The girl stopped her story again. Or maybe it had finished. Her bottom lip started to tremble.Cid couldn't help himself from wincing. What a horrible ordeal the girl had been through.“It's alright,” Nuthea said to her. “You're safe now. Truly, you are among friends here. You can trust us. We won't hurt you, and we won't force you to stay with us like Zigfrid did. But you can stay with us if you like, for as long as you like, if you have nowhere else to go. You'll be safe with us.”“Thank you…” said Riss as she looked at the floor. A tear escaped down her pale cheek.Cid looked away out of respect for the girl.Uncomfortable silence.“Fascinating,” said an unfamiliar, low, slightly musical voice.Cid started. The Umbarian. He had almost forgotten there was a second stranger here with them as well–for a time all of his attention had been focused on Riss.“What is?” asked Ryn.“Your story, young lady,” the Umbarian said to Riss. He had a gentle, deep yet singsong voice. “It is extremely difficult to track down information about the Spirit Carnelian. There are not very many songs or tales about it, and the ones that do exist are very vague. But your story confirms that it is indeed real. I should very much like to see you summon a spirit sometime, if you will permit me a demonstration.”The girl stiffened at that, and did not reply.Cid's hackles rose too.“And who are you?” he asked the man. “Can someone please explain why this gentleman has been invited up here, too?”“I think that's my cue,” said Elrann from her place at the table, “seeing as pirate-man is out for the count.”Sagar grunted in his sleep at Elrann's mention of her nickname for him, murmured irritably for a bit, then went back to snoring peacefully.“Yes,” said Cid, “do please explain, young lady Elrann.”Elrann folded her arms. “Welp, pirate-man and I were out in a tavern having a few drinks when we heard music-man here singing a song while he played his lute. (That's why I'm calling him music-man, you see–it's sort of his defining characteristic and I can't actually remember his name.) He sang a song that mentioned all of the Jewel-thingamies that we're searching for, so when he finished pirate-man and I went up to him to talk to him. It turns out he knows loads about the Jewels. Like loads. So pirate-man thought we better introduce him to the rest of you, in case he can help us. Pirate-man was very drunk at this point, so he just sort of took off to go and find farmboy and princess-girl at their play, and music-man and I just sought of tagged along.”Cid ran his tongue along the back of his teeth. He was instantly wary. Hadn't Elrann and Sagar considered that this man might have purposes contrary to their own, that he might be working for the Empire, or someone else?On the other hand, the Umbarians weren't exactly known for their fealty to the Empire–far from it. In fact they had fought many wars to keep their northern borders secure against Morekemia, and the two nations were always fighting over the little strip of land that fell between them. Cid decided he would give this Umbarian a chance–for now. He could reprimand Elrann and Sagar for their lack of caution later.Nuthea addressed the man. “And how did you come by all your knowledge of the Jewels, um…sorry, I don't know your name either?”The man flashed a toothy grin from underneath the hood of his cloak, which he still hadn't taken off even though they were indoors. “I am called Quel,” he said.“Pleased to meet you, Quel,” said Nuthea.“A pleasure.” The lutisit began his own tale. In contrast to Riss, he seemed extremely comfortable telling it, as if he was used to regaling assembled audiences with stories, which if he was a traveling musician and bard Cid supposed he was. “As you may know, my people possess one of the Primeval Jewels–the Water Sapphire. I myself have the good fortune of being Sapphire-touched.”Everyone sat up straighter at that.Alright then, thought Cid, so he's laying all his cards on the table straight away. That's good.“Woah, cool,” said Elrann. “I didn't even know that!”“May you show us?” said Nuthea.“Of course,” said Quel. He looked around for a moment, then his gaze settled on Cid's mug of tea. He flicked his fingers up in a subtle motion, and the tea rose up out of the mug, staying suspended in the air like a pale-green translucent snake. A few flourishes of his wrist, and the snake danced through a few twisting circular motions, before Quel flicked his fingers back down again and Cid's tea re-deposited itself in the mug.Cid looked down at his drink and frowned. He wasn't sure that he wanted to drink it any more. Although it had probably gone cold long ago anyway.Well, at least we know he's not lying about being Sapphire-touched… Cid thought.“That,” said Elrann. “Was. Awesome! It was like you had an invisible spoon! You're a true spoony bard!” she added, referencing some joke Cid wasn't in on.The boy Ryn fidgeted in his chair, shifting his weight.“Very impressive indeed!” said Nuthea. “So what brings you to Farr, Troubadour Quel?”“My people possess the Water Sapphire, and we use it to hold our own against the Morekemians, who now have, from what I have heard, the Fire Ruby.”Cid deliberately made sure he did not look at Ryn, but he saw Nuthea shoot the boy a glance. Silly girl.“We have long known that the Maker created other Jewels, but since we were safe with the Sapphire and the world was in balance, we had no interest in them.”“Hang on,” said Ryn, “what do you mean ‘the Maker'? Who is the Maker?”“That's what they call the One,” Nuthea informed him.Ryn's youthful face wrinkled up with perplexity. “Are they the same God?”“Some say so,” said Nuthea. “Others disagree. We believe some different things about the One, and the Jewels, but we agree on lots too.”“That is correct.” Quel nodded. “What we agree on is that the Maker created the Jewels, although we disagree on what will happen if they are all gathered together. I believe that Manolians think that tremendous power will be bestowed upon the gatherer, do you not?”“That's right,” said Nuthea.“Whereas we believe that when they are all gathered together by someone with good and pure intentions they will provide the key to rescuing Mid from a great danger and evil.”And you're likely both right, thought Cid, though he didn't say it. But there's more to it than that…“So what do you think will happen if someone with dangerous and evil intentions gathers them all together?” asked Ryn. A pertinent question.“Yeah,” chipped in Elrann, “like, say, the Emperor of Morekemia?”A highly pertinent question.Quel rubbed his upper lip, then patted it. “I am not sure,” he said at length. “Though I would rather we did not have to find out.”“Well, we're definitely in agreement about that,” said Nuthea. “Lady Elrann said that you sang of many things regarding the Jewels.”“Yup,” confirmed Elrann. “He sang a song about all of them, even saying where some of them are.”“Tell us,” said Nuthea eagerly. “How did you come to have such knowledge?”The newcomer did not answer straight away, but merely looked at Nuthea, then around at Ryn, Elrann, and Cid himself, passing his fingers back and forth over his lips again, as if he was sizing them up, pondering how much to reveal.Tell us everything, Cid silently implored him.The stranger's gaze came to rest on Riss, the summoner girl, who now sat still, her feet drawn up onto her chair so she could clutch her knees. She had told all, eventually. Or so we hope.The stranger patted his lips, and appeared to reach a decision.“Some years ago,” said Quel, “we began to hear rumours that Morekemia were sending out agents into the world to try to collect information on the whereabouts of the Jewels. It appeared that the Emperor had realised that they were not just an obscure legend, but that they were real. Some such agents came to Umbar, though fortunately we were able to identify them and root them out before they discovered too much. They managed to confirm that we were in possession of the Water Sapphire, which some people knew anyway, but they didn't find out anything about where it was kept. Soon after this begun to happen, the Chief of my tribe sent me out into the world to gather knowledge of the Jewels myself. It had been my ambition to become a wandering bard anyway, and I was soon to embark upon my travels, but this mission gave me an extra purpose to travel for. Over the last ten years I have wandered all over Mid, paying my way by learning and singing songs, and spoken to people, getting to know the local cultures and slowly gathering information about the Jewels. I've been to Morekemia itself. I've been all round Dokan. I've been to the Velt. I've been to Frikia. I've been to Rakali. I even travelled the Waste, for a brief time. And I am nearly due to return to report back to the chief of my people what I have learned.”“So why did you come to Farr?” Nuthea asked him. “Many people know that the Earth Emerald is here already.”Quel dipped his head, flashing his smile again for the clever question. “Yes, princess–or should I call you my ‘cousin' in the faith? That is true. But the Crossroads of the East is a fantastic place to meet travellers from all over Mid. In any case, I have been to many other places, but few are so fruitful for learning rumours and gossip, and for encountering people from other lands, as Shun Pei. I have managed to fill in a few gaps in my knowledge of the Jewels since I came here. It's also a very good place to hitch a ride home. Sooner or later there will be a ship flying for Umbar, or somewhere near it, and I will make my way onto it to return and report back. In fact, I need to get back there as soon as possible.”“Why?” pushed Ryn.“After my stay in Farr I had originally planned to return from here to Dokan. The one Jewel of which knowledge had eluded me throughout my journey for a long time was the Fire Jewel.”Well done, Orvis, thought Cid. You did your job well.“But then a few months ago I heard word that the Empire had found the Fire Jewel and were putting it to use. My mission became more urgent. Now that I have completed my search for as much knowledge of the Jewels as I have been able to gather, with the missing piece filled in, I seek passage home.”“Why are you telling us all this?” said Ryn, the bearer of the Fire Ruby, unbeknownst to the newcomer. Or does he know?“Well,” said Quel, “you say you have two of the Jewels. If you are seeking to protect them from the Empire, we share a goal.” The lutist held out his hands in sincere imploration. “Will you come with me to Umbar, to lend us the use of the Jewels you have, and keep them safe?”The party were quiet.Cid knew what he thought, but he did not want to take charge. He watched his granddaughter and the boy to see how they would respond.“Maybe…” Ryn said after a moment. “I think we had better pay this Umbar a place visit in any case, and speak with your people's rulers, but maybe only after we've got the Earth Emerald and the…Spirit Carnelian. What d'you think, Nuthea?”The princess, who had been staring off at nothing for a moment, came back to herself.“What? Oh. Yes. Completely. We must pay a visit to Umbar as soon as we can. We will be needing to obtain the Water Sapphire, after all.”Quel bristled a little at that, but apparently it did not irk him enough to draw a protest.Unexpectedly, Riss, the new girl, spoke up. “Why do you sing about the Jewels?” she said to Quel. “Isn't that dangerous? Doesn't it attract attention to you, and to them?”The lutist shrugged in his cloak. “Perhaps a little,” he said. “But it's not as though my song gives very much detail away. It's quite cryptic, really. People don't pay too much attention to the words of songs sung in taverns, anyhow. And actually I've found my song has just enough about the Jewels to be a very good way of flushing out other people who know about them, or who are seeking them… as it did tonight.”Quel smiled, and his blue eyes glittered.“Yeah,” said Elrann, “'s'pretty crazy how Sagar and I ended up in the same pub as you, and you chose to play that song, and we heard it and all. This sort of thing keeps on happening…”“It is the Will of the One,” Nuthea said confidently. “The One must have brought us together.”“It is the Will of the One,” Cid agreed, confident of this too.“As the Maker plans it,” said Quel, the Umbarian version of the phrase.Pregnant silence.The party all waited expectantly for the voice of scepticism.It did not come.“Oh yeah,” Ryn said, “that's right, Sagar's asleep. Well, basically, I think you guys can join up with us.” He nodded to Riss and Quel briefly in turn. “Welcome to our team.”“Your…team?” said Quel.“Our team?” said Elrann.“Well, yeah,' said Ryn, rubbing his arm. “We are basically a kind of team, aren't we? We team up in finding the Jewels. That's not so difficult to get your head around, is it?”“We need some kind of team name, then,” said Elrann. “What's our name?”“I'm not sure. I'll work on it.”“So what is your plan of action?” asked Quel. “Our plan of action…” he corrected himself, trying out the alternative pronoun with some hesitation. “I need to return to Umbar as quickly as possible in order to tell my people what I have found out about the Jewels, and you can discuss keeping them safe along with the Water Sapphire with my Chieftain there.”“You need to get the Carnelian first before you do that,” said Riss.“Actually,” said Nuthea, “our first priority is the Earth Emerald, and the tournament.”“The tournament?” asked Quel. “The one that's being held in Tenkachi from tomorrow? The one that everyone's talking about?”“Yes,” said Nuthea. “The Governor of Farr hasn't made this public yet, but the grand prize for the winner of the tournament is going to be the Earth Emerald. We are entering in order to win it. Winning it is our first priority. Then we will worry about finding a way to claim back the Spirit Carnelian from Zigfrid, and visiting Umbar to discuss how best to keep the Water Sapphire safe.”“Alrighty then,” said Elrann. “So all we have to do is beat a load of people who fight as part of their religion in a hand to hand combat tournament, steal a rock from a crazy actor who can make giant lions appear with his mind, and persuade Quel's people who have guarded the Water Sapphire for centuries as their most precious treasure that actually they're better off handing it over to us. Oh, and then find the remaining seven Jewels-thingamies.”“Exactly,” said Nuthea.“This is gonna be a piece of cake,” said Elrann. 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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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. He 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. Ryn 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 THIRTY-SIX: HUNTING FOR POPPYOne day before the tournament.Vish was pissed off.As he stalked the stone-paved streets of some lower level of this wretched Farrian city, weaving in and out of the milling crowds, their inane chatter filling his ears, the hot noonday sun beating down on him, his limbs ached with longing and his heart was full of craving.Damn the old man, he thought to himself. Damn the boy for having mercy on me and allowing me to live when they defeated me outside Nont. Damn the poppy. I want the poppy. Damn Veln for betraying me. Damn them all to whatever hells may or may not exist.Another wave of craving hit him, right in his guts and loins, and he visualised himself taking a small black poppy seed and placing it into his mouth. Just as he had done a thousand times that day already, he imagined it coming to rest on his tongue, recalled its intense, sweet taste permeating his mouth. He imagined swallowing it, and the torrents of pleasure that would surge through his body as a result.But no true taste, no true pleasure came–only a shadow and an echo of past tastes and pleasures that left him hollow and wanting real poppy and in need of replaying the whole routine in his mind again.He bumped into someone, banging his face right into them.“Hey, watch where you're going!” said the big brutish man with a bush of beard. Probably Dokanese.“I apologise,” said Vish, holding up his hands, not meaning it at all but wanting to move this latest irritant along as quickly as possible. “My mind was elsewhere.” That much was true at least.The man's fat face softened, but only a little. “Well, be more careful next time, Aibarian.” Apparently the man was well-travelled enough to judge Vish's nationality just from the small strip of skin visible from within his head covering. Perhaps by his style of dress too. The man walked off, leaving the Shadowfinger to his flashbacks and his poppy cravings.He walked on, and another craving-wave rolled through him.Actually, Vish reflected, he knew that at least one hell did exist. He knew it existed because he was experiencing it now.For some stupid reason he had agreed with the old man to space out his poppy hits, which meant that he couldn't have one today.In an effort to focus on something other than his imagining taking poppy again, he tried to recall the conversation he had with him earlier that day.“Now master Vish,” the old man Cid had said to him at his door when the Shadowfinger had gone to see him to request some more poppy earlier that morning, “you know we agreed that you would start spacing out your hits and wait a bit longer until the next one.”“I've changed my mind,” Vish said. “I want one now.”“But you agreed to this.”Why had he agreed to it? He couldn't even remember any more.“Maybe I did,” he said “but I've changed my mind. Give it to me now.”“Vish, you can't just go back on your agreement like that so easily. You know, some poppyheads give up poppy all in one go, just stopping ‘cold chocobo', and never go back. If the physical withdrawal symptoms can be managed safely, that is actually the best way to do it.”“What?!” Now the old man wasn't just talking about spacing out the hits; now he was talking about stopping them altogether! “There is no way that I would ever do that.”“It might be the better way for you to do it. Ask the One. Ask the One to help you, to relieve you. He will.”“I don't believe in your ‘One', old man.”“Just try it. He believes in you.”That had really pissed Vish off. “Don't give me that poodoo! Just give me my poppy, old man! I don't believe in your ‘One'! He's not real! What has he ever done for me? Where was he when my mother threw me out on the streets of Saudran to fend for myself? Where was he when I was begging and stealing and fighting among the street rats? Where was he when I was doing all the terrible things that I've done just to stay alive, and then to get my next poppy hit?”The old man, to his credit, had at least gone quiet for a moment at that, and bowed his head slightly in sympathy.“I do not have an easy answer for you,” Cid said. “All I can offer you is that I believe he saw those things happen, and that he felt them with you, that they grieved him, and that he has given you a way out of that life, now.”Vish considered the old man's words for a moment. There was a certain…appeal to them. But they just seemed unreal to him. They seemed like an invented fantasy. Reality was much crueller.“I want my poppy, old man. Give it to me. Now.”Cid sighed. “No. You may be able to make your own choices, but so am I, and the poppy belongs to me. I am choosing not to give it to you now, and I'm sorry, but that's the end of the matter. You need to begin to learn that you can survive, and even begin to experience some peace and enjoyment, without it. One week. That is my concession. You can have some more poppy seed in one week.”The old man closed the door in Vish's face.Vish seethed, fury filling fibre of his body, along with the longing for the poppy, in fact only another expression of it. For a moment he considered bashing down the door, overpowering the old man, slitting his throat, and then stealing his whole poppy supply and running away from the group.And he had almost done it.But he hadn't.Why didn't I do it? he thought now as he traipsed the cobbled streets of Shun Pei. He should have just done it!But he hadn't done it, he discovered, because somewhere, in a miniscule corner of his darkened mind, a tiny little shred of hope had appeared. The smallest sliver of a ray of hope had formed; hope that he might actually be able to come off the poppy one day and be freed of his all-consuming constant desperate craving for it.Damn the old man for planting that hope! And damn me for not being able to completely let go of it!Part of him, somewhere, remembered what it was like not to know the poppy, not to be consumed by the longing for the poppy. Part of him, somewhere, remembered what it was like to experience the joys of life unadulterated by craving and poppy. The memories of happiness were few and far between, but they were there: The play of warm sunlight on the back of his uncovered neck. The gentle morning breeze tickling his skin. Laughter, the company of friends. The touch and kiss of Eflana, his consort when he has been working for Veln. Maybe he could get his enjoyment of all of those things back?Vish stopped in his tracks.Instinctively, his feet had led him to a shopfront.More of a stall, really. The doors of a battered wooden shed opened right onto the dusty street of this level of the city. In the opening they created stood a rickety table with all different sorts of herbs, roots, and plants arrayed on it, which hung from the doors as well. Crushed up powders in jars. Different coloured liquids in stoppered-up bottles. The pale purple flowers of some exotic plant, plucked and laid out in little earthenware bowls.Behind the table hunched a withered old crone with a hump-back and a crooked nose, dressed in the brown robes that seemed to be worn by most of the Farrians on this level.“Medicines!” the woman screeched when she saw Vish had stopped, to clarify what exactly it was that was arrayed before him. “Get your medicines!”When Vish approached her she said “Looking for something in particular, good sir? There a specific ailment that's troubling you?”Vish chose his words carefully. As far as he knew, poppy was outlawed in almost every single nation of Mid, including Farr, because of how it tended to make people addicted to it and ruin their lives, not to mention the side effects of making one particularly strong and agile during a hit.“Do you have anything for a…headache?” he said slowly.“Headache?!” said the woman. “Why, you need crushed minofin root, of course! You run out? Only one gold piece for a jar! Eat a spoonful every hour till you feel better, which will be soon!”Vish eyed the small jar of yellow powder that the woman held up to him and shook so that it danced around in a cloud. He was not impressed. He was not convinced that the powder would have any kind of effect on anyone, let alone on him.“That's not what I'm looking for,” he said. “Do you have anything…… stronger?” He pulled down the front of his face-scarf down a little, just enough to expose some of his blackened mouth.The woman narrowed her eyes at him as she regarded him over her crooked nose.“I am sure I have no idea what you mean,” she said quietly.Damn, Vish thought and tugged the scarf back upHe turned away from the stall and almost walked into a large Farrian man almost as rotund as he was tall. Again.The man he had bumped into earlier.“I know just what you mean,” said the man in a gruff voice. His dark hair was thick on top and he had an untidy beard which covered his mouth, both of which were unusual for Farrians. Were it not for his narrow eyes it would have been hard to place him as Farrian at all.“Oh?” said Vish, his curiosity piqued. The man had followed him for some reason. Perhaps he had known him for a poppyhead somehow.“Yeah,” said the man. “Come with me. But keep your distance.”The man ambled off and Vish waited for a few breaths, starting to tremble slightly at the expectation of possibly being about to get his hands on some poppy. Then he took one last look at the crone in the shopfront, who scowled at him, and followed after the man.He kept about ten paces behind the man as he made his way past other citizens of Shun Pei, past other stalls, before finally turning off the main thoroughfare and slipping down an alleyway between two particularly large earthen buildings.It was secluded in the alleyway, and dim, the buildings on either side blocking out lots of light. The perfect place for a poppy transaction.Vish strode into the alley calmly.Sure enough, when he got about half way down it, the big Farrian stopped and turned round, and when Vish reached him he said, “So you want to buy some poppy?”“Yes!” Eagerness made the words trip quickly off Vish's tongue behind his face scarf. “How much?”“How much you willing to pay?” said the man.Foolish, Vish scolded himself. I should have just offered a price. “How much poppy do you have?”The man held up a hand, a little dark ball pinched between his thumb and forefinger visible even in the dimness of the alley, and Vish's mouth began to water.“One seed. For you…” The man hesitated, licking his lips. “...fifty gold pieces.”“Fine.” Vish was pretty sure he was being ripped off, despite not normally having to buy poppy, but he didn't care. It wasn't like it was his money anyway. He just wanted to get his hands on the poppy as quickly as possible.He reached into the folds of his black tunic and drew out the common purse of the traveling party, which he had stolen before he had come out on this walk after some fool had left it out in the dining area of the manse.When the man took the coins and saw how many more Vish had in the purse, his eyes bulged.Ah, Vish thought.“Actually, friend,” said the man, “you know what? I'm thinking that maybe you don't need the poppy after all. Maybe we keep the poppy, and we also take that gold off your hands.”“‘We'?” said Vish.The big man's pupils reached beyond the Shadowfinger.Vish turned. On cue, two more men made their way down the alleyway towards him, each of them with drawn straight swords, in the Farrian style. No doubt that first man behind Vish had a weapon stashed somewhere as well.“I am thinking you will hand over that money now, friend,” said the first man from behind him, and a point pricked Vish's back, “and we may think about letting you live. Or you can put up a struggle and we can kill you and take it anyway. I would not recommend it though. You are outnumbered, three to one, and you have nowhere to run.”Vish sighed. He had wondered earlier if something like this was going to happen today.He reached for his own sword on his back. 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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You won't want to wait to hear the choices Adam Farr made in his career! Change your life with this thought-provoking conversation with business leader & philosopher, Adam Farr. Adam sits as Chair of Empanada.co and other companies, Utah's best and fastest growing empanada company. Not only does he know business, but he knows a thing or two about what stoicism really is and how to lead a better life!Use Adam's philosophy to become a better leader today..."Try anything and everything.""Symbiotic relationships fuel growth.""Become comfortable in ambiguity."Catch up with Adam's meditations and practices:https://m.youtube.com/@Virtue_and_Victoryhttps://www.linkedin.com/in/adam-farr-3012874https://empanada.co/https://aretemotion.com/See more at: MarkSpencerCook.com/Podcast/Links for Mark S. Cook: MarkSpencerCook.com | WindfallPartners.comLinkedIn for Mark S. Cook: LinkedIn.com/in/@MarkSpencerCookOther Social Media: @MarkSpencerCookQuestions Explored in this Discussion:• How can one get out of bed in the morning?• When can one leave success behind?• How does one organize priorities?• How should one market a company?• Why do relationships matter?Lessons Learned:• Live to help others.• Be a warrior in the garden.• Never forget to reflect.• Showing up is half the battle.• What's good for the bee is good for the hive.• Differentiate what is and is not in your control.• The power of stoicism in the workplace.0:00 Introduction1:35 Early Choices 7:37 Stoicism12:30 Memento Mori19:40 Walking Away32:16 Starting a Start-Up44:05 Marcus Aurelius54:12 Marketing1:07:10 Power in Numbers1:09:39 Comfort in Ambiguity1:12:40 ConclusionKeywords:Leadership, relationship, customers, marketing, stoicism, Aurelius, excellence, arete, empanada, fatherhood, control, toughness, symbiosis

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Kimberly Farr has had a long and distinguished career as an actor on stage and screen and as a celebrated audiobook narrator. A gifted performer with an impressive range, Kimberly has brought characters and stories to life, in fiction and nonfiction alike. Whether it's Elizabeth Strout's Olive Kitteridge novels, Joan Didion's essays, the biography of Julia Child, or the poetry of Mary Oliver, Kimberly captures their voices with rare clarity, nuance, and a deep understanding of language. So it's no surprise that AudioFile named her a 2025 Golden Voice narrator. In this bonus episode, host Jo Reed and Kimberly Farr speak about Kimberly's path to audiobook work and what it means to inhabit every voice on the page. Read reviews of Kimberly Farr's audiobooks on AudioFile's website Support for AudioFile's Behind the Mic comes from HarperCollins Focus, and HarperCollins Christian Publishing , publishers of some of your favorite audiobooks and authors, including Reba McEntire, Bob Goff, Kathie Lee Gifford, Max Lucado, Lysa TerKeurst, and so many more!  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Mel Farr Senior, Legend, UCLA and Detroit Lions Broadcasting live from Atlanta, GA since 2018 with host Harper LeBel, co-founder Vincent Turner and producer Logan Landers. We are 100 Yards of Football. Live from Atlanta, Georgia! Visit us online many.link/100yardsoffootball Listen to the PODCAST daily: 100 Yards of Football https://many.link/100yardsoffootball, Want to create live streams like this? StreamYard: https://streamyard.com/pal/d/58362923...

Marta Farrés: dos anys exactes de la seva reelecció com a alcaldessa

This podcast episode delves into the complexities of unconventional warfare (UW) and the evolution of medical support within Special Forces. Rocky Farr discusses historical examples of guerrilla warfare, the critical role of medics, and the challenges faced in providing timely medical care during combat operations. He emphasizes the importance of adapting medical practices to the realities of modern warfare and the need for ongoing training and support for Special Forces medics. The conversation culminates in reflections on the future of combat medicine and the necessity of questioning established norms.TakeawaysThe Army has historically struggled with the concept of unconventional warfare (UW).Medical support is a crucial component of Special Forces operations, comprising 20% of their structure.Historical examples of guerrilla warfare highlight the importance of medical care in sustaining operations.The evolution of medics in Special Forces reflects changing military needs and strategies.The golden hour is a critical factor in trauma care, but its application can vary in different combat scenarios.Future conflicts may see a return to smaller, more agile Special Forces teams with limited medical support.There is a need to question traditional medical practices and adapt to the realities of combat medicine.Training in unconventional warfare must be reinvigorated within Special Operations Forces (SOF).The 1961 edition of FM 31-21 is a valuable resource for understanding guerrilla warfare tactics.The podcast emphasizes the importance of integrating medical capabilities into military operations effectively.Chapters00:00 Introduction to the Podcast and Overview of Topics01:18 Understanding Unconventional Warfare (UW) and Its Historical Context03:44 Guerrilla Warfare: Historical Examples and Medical Support07:32 The Evolution of Medical Support in Special Forces12:02 The Role of Medics in Special Forces Operations16:26 The Golden Hour: Challenges and Realities in Combat Medicine20:51 Future of Medical Support in Unconventional Warfare25:09 Conclusion and Reflections on Combat MedicineThank you to Delta Development Team for in part, sponsoring this podcast.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠deltadevteam.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠For more content, go to ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.prolongedfieldcare.org⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Consider supporting us: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠patreon.com/ProlongedFieldCareCollective⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.lobocoffeeco.com/product-page/prolonged-field-care⁠⁠

2360. Ein Kreuzer des golwonischen Imperiums wird aus dem Nichts angegriffen und vernichtet – scheinbar von einem terranischen Schiff. Ein Krieg zwischen der Terranischen Allianz und den Golwonen scheint unausweichlich. Ein Krieg, den die Allianz unmöglich gewinnen kann. Die Terraner erhalten eine Gnadenfrist von 48 Stunden, um die wahre Identität der Angreifer aufzudecken. Der Präsident der Allianz legt das Schicksal der Erde in die Hände seines besten Mannes: Commander Solomon Farr. Ein Rennen gegen die Zeit beginnt.

FORMACIÓN DE ARTETERAPIA EN PONTEVEDRA Y BARCELONA, SEPTIEMBRE 2025INFORMES E INSCRIPCIONES: https://www.arteaaa.com/cursosarteter...La Formación permanente en Arteterapia Antroposófica está dirigida a profesionales o a estudiantes de 4º curso del Grado Universitario.Psicología, Pedagogía, Psicopedagogía, Magisterio, Medicina, Enfermería, Terapia Ocupacional, Educación Social, Trabajo Social, Bellas Artes…etcLa Formación en Arteterapia consta de cuatro cursos y cada curso está constituido por diez módulos: nueve de fin de semana y un intensivo de verano.Los dos primeros años se centran, fundamentalmente, en lo artístico-pedagógico, siendo muy adecuados para los maestros (infantil, primaria y secundaria), así como para trabajar el desarrollo y la profundización personal, mediante el Arte.A la vez, estos dos primeros cursos proporcionan la base necesaria, imprescindible, para quienes deseen completar la Formación en Arteterapia.Los dos últimos años de la Formación son los propiamente terapéuticos: El Arteterapia como herramienta terapéutica, para poder aplicarse en diversas especialidades, ya sea en el ámbito médico, psicológico, pedagógico, artístico y social.Si el alumno decide realizar la Formación en Arteterapia en dos fases, al finalizar el segundo curso recibirá un certificado conforme ha cursado los dos primeros años de la Formación en Arteterapia. Conviértete en miembro de este canal para disfrutar de ventajas:   / @palabraderudolfsteiner  

AudioFile's Robin Whitten joins host Jo Reed to celebrate Kimberly Farr and her remarkable narration career, culminating in her 2025 Golden Voice honor. Together, they explore Farr's expansive body of work—spanning more than 100 titles across fiction, biography, and poetry. From the delight of narrating Julia Child's biography to her profound sensitivity in voicing poetry, Farr's deep respect for language, her emotional range, and the artistry she brings to every performance are worthy of celebration.  Read reviews of Kimberly Farr's audiobooks on our website. Visit AudioFile's website for a full list of AudioFile's Golden Voice narrators. Support for AudioFile's Behind the Mic comes from HarperCollins Focus, and HarperCollins Christian Publishing, publishers of some of your favorite audiobooks and authors, including Reba McEntire, Bob Goff, Kathie Lee Gifford, Max Lucado, Lysa TerKeurst, and so many more!  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Darrow Farr is a Salvadoran-American writer who was a Stegner Fellow in Fiction at Stanford University from 2017-2019 and received an MFA in Creative Writing from The Michener Center at the University of Texas.  She was born and raised outside of Philadelphia, where she now lives with her husband and son. The Bombshell is her debut novel. Darrow joins Barbara DeMarco-Barrett to talk about why she chose a 17-year-old female protagonist and single POV—until the ending of the book, placing the story in Corsica, 1990, writing sympathetic villains, cribbing from her life, keeping track of everything that goes into your novel, the title, and more. For more information on Writers on Writing and to become a supporter, visit our Patreon page. For a one-time donation, visit Ko-fi. You can find hundreds of past interviews on our website. You can help out the show and indie bookstores by buying books at our bookstore on bookshop.org. It's stocked with titles by our guest authors, as well as our personal favorites. And on Spotify, you'll find an album's worth of typewriter music like what you hear on the show. It's perfect for writing. Look for the artist, Just My Type. Email the show at writersonwritingpodcast@gmail.com. We love to hear from our listeners! (Recorded on May 1, 2025) Host: Barbara DeMarco-BarrettHost: Marrie StoneMusic: Travis Barrett (Stream his music on Spotify, Apple Music, Etc.)

Another Man that has his cooler game on lock is Beto Duran and he calls in to give you additional tips to improve your cooler game. D'Marco has his part 3 of t=his NFL Power Rankings before the season kicks off. Time for HOT and COLD presented by NEXGEN. The DUMP and SUPER CROSSTALJK with IRELAND and MARCAS GRANT. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Andy Schell of 59° North Sailing is no stranger to the Out The Gate podcast. We'd both been wanting to follow up on our last podcast conversation, but hadn't managed to connect over Zoom. So, when Falken, 59° North's Farr 65, and Dovka both happened to pull into Hiva Oa in the Marquesas the same morning, we took the opportunity to finally sit down and chat. We talked about our respective Pacific crossings, the importance of letting go, and what we're each looking forward to in sailing, work, and life. This interview can also be found on Andy's pre-eminent podcast On The Wind.

Brenda Bickett of Local Glass Studio and Adam Farrand Hodge of Farr and Swit join Jon Hansen on Your Money Matters. Both businesses have participated in Innovation DuPage’s Owner to CEO course. Dan Facchini, the Managing Director of Innovation DuPage, also joins to discuss how businesses can use Innovation DuPage to take their businesses to the next […]

*This is the Free Content version of my interview with Dr. Sue Terry. To access the entire episode, please consider becoming a Tier 2 'Groves of Orpheus' member, or you can purchase this episode for a one-time fee. My guest for the month of April is Dr. Sue Terry. Sue Terry is a writer, researcher, conference speaker and lecturer. Her PhD research in occult literary modernism focused on women's empowerment in novels by early twentieth-century women authors, Florence Farr, Mary Butts, Sylvia Townsend Warner and P.L. Travers.  Dr. Sue is ‘The Esoteric Academic', at www.sueterryacademic.comHer article, ‘The Myth of Family: Friendship and Sexual Impropriety in the Feminist Occult Grail Narratives of Mary Butts's Armed With Madness' was published in leading literary journal English Studies (https://www.tandfonline.com/doi/full/10.1080/0013838X.2023.2291909). Sue's current research is centered on literary evidence for occult communication with non - human intelligences/spirits and the cultural impact of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn in 20th century Britain that continues today.  Sue runs Owl House Seminars (www.sueterryacademic.com/courses-events)online and in person, from weird fiction to ghosts, occultism, ley hunters, UFOs, urban high strangeness, witchcraft and practical skills in tarot and numerology. Sue welcomes invitations to speak at events and is thrilled to return to ‘Rejected Religion'.On July 7th 2025 she is co-producing The Third Florence Farr and the Magical Imagination Conference in London, with Caroline Wise, author and esoteric publisher (Starfire Books), at The College of Psychic Studies South Kensington (https://www.collegeofpsychicstudies.co.uk/special-events/esoteric/florence-farr-and-the-magical-imagination/?id=5551)Meeting people to talk about weird stuff is one of Sue's most favorite things. In this interview, I talked with Sue about her dissertation, “Occult Modernism and the Radical Reform of the Family: Female Empowerment in the Magical Fiction of Four Women Writers, 1890-1940" in which she writes about Florence Farr, Mary Butts, Sylvia Townsend Warner and P.L. Travers. (We didn't have enough time to cover Travers, sadly, but Sue will be coming back in the future to do so!)Sue shares some of her research findings surrounding Farr, Butts, and Townsend Warner. In doing so, Sue beautifully emphasizes the important work of each woman, and their significant contributions. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did, and my apologies for the delay in getting this uploaded!PROGRAM NOTESMain titles mentioned in this interview:Florence Farr, The Dancing Faun The Dancing Faun - Florence Farr - Hermetic LibraryMary Butts, Armed with Madness #15 - Armed with madness, by Mary Butts - Full View | HathiTrust Digital LibrarySylvia Townsend Warner, Lolly Willowes Lolly Willowes : Warner Townsend Sylvia : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet ArchiveMusic and Editing: Daniel P. SheaEnd Production: Stephanie Shea

It's important to know where you're going, but it's also important to know where you've been. At a time when beef is selling for near historical levels in many markets, Terry Quam, Secretary/Treasurer of The Cattlemen's Beef Board and Wisconsin beef producer, wants to refresh memories on why the beef checkoff program has been so critical. Quam, who owns and operates Marda Angus in Lodi along with his family, has served on the CBB board for four years. Each year he says, he's learned something more about the important investments that are being made today to sustain beef producers for the future. He's also quick to remind growers that the path to today's checkoff was full of challenges. According to the National Cattlemens Beef Association website, splinter groups helped inspire what growers see working today. It notes that in the 1860s and '70s, cattle ranching in the United States was a crude industry at best. Fence-cuttings, cattle rustling and conflicting claims for land rights were mortal problems for homesteaders and livestock grazers. A "packer monopoly" kept market information from cattle producers, while railroads, which were quickly springing up, charged exorbitant rates for shipping cattle. It was clear that cattle producers needed to band together to have strength in combating these issues. Emerging state level organizations were adequate for dealing with cattle thieves and ownership issues, but not for trade and governmental issues. Cattlemen needed to think bigger - on a national level. After several failed attempts, a national cattle producers organization became a reality in 1898, when two members of the Livestock Committee of the Denver Chamber of Commerce and Trade Board called a National Stock Growers Convention Jan. 25-27, 1898, in Denver, Colorado. Charles F. Martin and John W. Springer had a plan to form "an association of associations" which would represent every branch of the livestock industry, from cattle to hogs, to sheep, chickens, goats and horses. More than 2,000 convention attendees heard three days of discussion on interstate trade, public lands and packer trusts. However, the main order of business at the first convention was the formation of the National Live Stock Association (NLSA) of the U.S. After one year of operation, the infant association was off to a good start. Springer, who was elected the first association president, reported that NLSA had 53 organizational members, represented 5,000 producers with 9 million head of stock and had a combined investment of $300 million. In addition, NLSA initiated two activities that would endure through the coming century - legislative lobbying and industry-wide communication through a national newsletter. After several early years of growth, the National Live Stock Association and the industry fell on hard times. Prices plummeted while rail charges jumped. Range wars and public lands battles continued to divide members whose support waned. Splinter groups began peeling away from the national association. In 1901, one such splinter group formed the American Cattle Growers Association whose purpose was to solely represent cattle producers, particularly against sheep growers. Disputes between cattle growers and sheep growers over grazing rights had become so heated that bands of cattlemen often sought to wipe out the sheepmen through intimidation and the eventual clubbing or shooting of sheepherders and their flocks. Beef producers would struggle against their "necessary sacrifices" battling both weather and global events like World War II. The American National Livestock Association celebrated its 50th anniversary in 1947. The industry was beginning to recover from World War II and producers were glad to be free from price controls and rationing. ANSLA challenged the federal government once again on "non-war issues," such as public lands, tariffs and the control of foot-and-mouth disease. Four years later, ANSLA members voted to change their name to the American National Cattlemen’s Association (ANCA). That same year, the Korean War exploded and for the third time in approximately 40 years, the industry faced problems of supply and demand, the black market and price controls. These factors, coupled with low prices and drought in the Great Plains lead to the “Great Cattle Bust of 1953.” Cattlemen accepted government aid without the customary battles. Beef producers knew they could not rely on government aid – nor did they want to. Jay Taylor, ANCA president from 1954 to 1955, was an advocate of self-help through beef promotion. Taylor initiated the National Beef Council and led the charge to pass a nationally legislated checkoff. Seven checkoff bills failed in Congress. All were opposed by the National Live Stock and Meat Board and the American Farm Bureau Federation, both of which favored generic red meat promotion. The industry was at odds. The National Beef Council relied on voluntary contributions, while the Meat Board continued to collect from producers through markets. By 1956, 17 state beef councils had formed in support of the National Beef Council. However, emotional and economic strain was too great and in 1963 the groups compromised and formed the Beef Industry Council (BIC) of the National Live Stock and Meat Board. The BIC took the lead for national beef promotion. President Nixon also played a big role in beef industry economics in the early '70s. He imposed the first peace-time wage and price controls in U.S. history. His 1973 price freeze on beef inadvertently caused "The Wreck" - a severe crash in the cattle market and dramatic herd reduction. ANCA held, however, that the only way for the industry to get out of "The Wreck" was to sell more beef. Thus came several new attempts to pass a national uniform checkoff for cattle. A beef checkoff program was finally passed on its third attempt, more than 10 years later, in 1986. The second merger for the national association occurred primarily because - in the words of W.D. Farr, ANCA president in 1970 - "I had observed in the livestock industry a tendency to form a new organization for each new problem or issue... all financed separately but all financed by cattlemen." The American National Cattlemen's Association and the National Livestock Feeders Association consolidated into one strong national organization in 1977, the National Cattlemen's Association (NCA).See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Louise O'Brien reviews Wonderland by Tracy Farr published by The Cuba Press

In this episode, Dave deBronkart and Christina Farr, champions of patient-centered digital health, join Lee to talk about how AI is reshaping healthcare in terms of patient empowerment and emerging digital health business models. DeBronkart, a cancer survivor and longtime advocate for patient empowerment, discusses how AI tools like ChatGPT can help patients better understand their conditions, navigate the healthcare system, and communicate more effectively with clinicians. Farr, a healthcare investor and former journalist, talks about the evolving digital health–startup ecosystem, highlighting where AI is having the most meaningful impact—particularly in women's health, pediatrics, and elder care. She also explores consumer trends, like the rise of cash-pay healthcare.

AudioFile's Michele Cobb and host Jo Reed discuss Kimberly Farr's narration of this collection of Mary Oliver's poems. Many of Oliver's poems are about God or nature, and sometimes it's difficult to find the line between them. Her world was full of many delights and, had she lived to hear them, Farr's interpretations of her poems would have been among them. There is some melancholy in this collection—although not much—and Farr's marvelous vocal talents bring that out as much as the great joy Oliver derived from being in the woods or at the seashore or anywhere there was wildness.  Read our review of the audiobook at our website Published by Penguin Audio Discover thousands of audiobook reviews and more at AudioFile's website   Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

On this episode of The Ty Brady Way, Ty sits down with Trey Farr, a young entrepreneur who carved his own path after high school. Trey shares how he explored different career options, considered real estate, and ultimately chose the insurance industry, thanks to advice from a trusted mentor. He dives into the challenges of starting out, the importance of perseverance, and how retail experience helped him learn the ropes quickly. Trey also discusses his unexpected journey into building a successful agency, managing a team of young agents, and navigating the balance between friendship and mentorship. He opens up about the highs and lows of mentoring others, the responsibility he feels toward his team's success, and how helping others build thriving careers is more rewarding than personal achievements. Ty and Trey exchange insights about leadership, the power of staying motivated, and the importance of giving back. They highlight how staying committed through tough times leads to long-term success and how creating opportunities for others can be the greatest reward. Tune in for valuable lessons on business growth, mentorship, and building a lasting legacy.   As always, we would like to hear from you! thetybradyway@gmail.com Or DM us on Instagram @thetybradyway

Happy Monday! How was your weekend? Travis talks about his Bottoms Up Saturday. Also, the Lakers had a HUGE win over OKC Is OKC the BEST team in the West? the win is exactly what the Lakers needed as the season is coming to an end. Plus, D'Marco talks about a guy who got offended by the Pizza that was served at the Farr's. Why is soccer so complicated? the guys poke fun at Jorge and time for D. Farr to take us into the FARR SIDE. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

As the long, exhausting march toward summer begins for many students, the wise and compassionate David Wagoner takes us to the intersection of love and weakness. Happy reading.David Wagoner was recognized as the leading poet of the Pacific Northwest, often compared to his early mentor Theodore Roethke, and highly praised for his skillful, insightful and serious body of work. He won numerous prestigious literary awards including the Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize, two Pushcart Prizes, and the Academy of Arts and Letters Award, and was nominated twice for the National Book Award. The author of ten acclaimed novels, Wagoner's fiction has been awarded the Sherwood Anderson Foundation Award. Professor emeritus at the University of Washington, Wagoner enjoyed an excellent reputation as both a writer and a teacher of writing. He was selected to serve as chancellor of the Academy of American Poets in 1978, replacing Robert Lowell, and was the editor of Poetry Northwest until 2002.Born in Ohio and raised in Indiana, Midwesterner Wagoner was initially influenced by family ties, ethnic neighborhoods, industrial production and pollution, and the urban environment. His move to the Pacific Northwest in 1954, at Roethke's urging, changed both his outlook and his poetry. Writing in the Contemporary Authors Autobiography Series, Wagoner recalls: “when I drove down out of the Cascades and saw the region that was to become my home territory for the next thirty years, my extreme uneasiness turned into awe. I had never seen or imagined such greenness, such a promise of healing growth. Everything I saw appeared to be living ancestral forms of the dead earth where I'd tried to grow up.” Wagoner's poetry often mourns the loss of a natural, fertile wilderness, though David K. Robinson, writing in Contemporary Poetry, described the themes of “survival, anger at those who violate the natural world” and “a Chaucerian delight in human oddity” at work in the poems as well. Critics have also praised Wagoner's poetry for its crisp descriptive detail and metaphorical bent. However, Paul Breslin in the New York Times Book Review pronounced David Wagoner to be “predominantly a nature poet…as Frost and Roethke were nature poets.”Wagoner's first books, including Dry Sun, Dry Wind (1953), A Place to Stand (1958), and Poems (1959), demonstrate an early mastery of his chosen subject matter and form. Often comprised of observations of nature, Wagoner links his speakers' predicaments and estrangement to the larger imperfection of the world. In Wagoner's second book, A Place to Stand,Roethke's influence is clear, and the book uses journey poems to represent the poet's own quest back to his beginnings. Wagoner's fourth book, The Nesting Ground (1963), reflects his relocation physically, aesthetically and emotionally; the Midwest is abandoned for the lush abundance of the Pacific Northwest, and Wagoner's style is less concerned with lamentation or complaint and more with cataloguing the bounty around him. James K. Robinson called the title poem from Staying Alive (1966) “one of the best American poems since World War II.” In poems like “The Words,” Wagoner discovers harmony with nature by learning to be open to all it has to offer: “I take what is: / The light beats on the stones, / the wind over water shines / Like long grass through the trees, / As I set loose, like birds / in a landscape, the old words.” Robert Cording, who called Staying Alive “the volume where Wagoner comes into his own as a poet,” believed that for Wagoner, taking what is involves “an acceptance of our fragmented selves, which through love we are always trying to patch together; an acceptance of our own darkness; and an acceptance of the world around us with which we must reacquaint ourselves.”Collected Poems 1956-1976 (1976) was nominated for the National Book Award and praised by X. J. Kennedy in Parnassus for offering poems which are “beautifully clear; not merely comprehensible, but clear in the sense that their contents are quickly visible.” Yet it was Who Shall Be the Sun? (1978),based upon Native American myth and legend, which gained critical attention. Hayden Carruth, writing in Harper's Magazine, called the book “a remarkable achievement,” not only for its presentation of “the literalness of shamanistic mysticism” but also for “its true feeling.” Hudson Review's James Finn Cotter also noted how Wagoner “has not written translations but condensed versions that avoid stereotyped language….The voice is Wagoner's own, personal, familiar, concerned. He has achieved a remarkable fusion of nature, legend and psyche in these poems.”In Broken Country (1979), also nominated for the National Book Award, shows Wagoner honing the instructional backpacking poems he had first used in Staying Alive. Leonard Neufeldt, writing in New England Review,called “the love lyrics” of the first section “among the finest since Williams' ‘Asphodel.'” Wagoner has been accused of using staid pastoral conventions in book after book, as well as writing less well about human subjects. However, his books have continued to receive critical attention, often recognized for the ways in which they use encounters with nature as metaphors for encounters with the self. First Light (1983), Wagoner's “most intense” collection, according to James K. Robinson, reflects Wagoner's third marriage to poet Robin Seyfried. And Publishers Weekly celebrated Walt Whitman Bathing (1996) for its use of “plainspoken formal virtuosity” which allows for “a pragmatic clarity of perception.” A volume of new and collected poems, Traveling Light, was released in 1999. Sampling Wagoner's work through the years, many reviewers found the strongest poems to also be the newest. Rochelle Ratner in Library Journal noted “since many of the best are in the ‘New Poems' section, it might make sense to wait for his next volume.” That next volume, The House of Song (2002) won high praise for its variety of subject matter and pitch-perfect craft. Christina Pugh in Poetry declared “The House of Song boasts a superb architecture, and each one of its rooms (or in Italian, stanzas) affords a pleasure that enhances the last.” In 2008 Wagoner published his twenty-third collection of verse, A Map of the Night. Reviewing the book for the Seattle Times, Sheila Farr found many poems shot through with nostalgia, adding “the book feels like a summing-up.” Conceding that “not all the work reaches the high plane of Wagoner's reputation,” Farr described its “finest moments” as those which “resonate with the title, venturing into darkness and helping us recognize its familiar places.”In addition to his numerous books of poetry, David Wagoner was also a successful novelist, writing both mainstream fiction and regional Western fiction. Offering a steady mix of drama seasoned with occasional comedy, Wagoner's tales often involve a naive central character's encounter with and acceptance of human failing and social corruption. In the Contemporary Authors Autobiography Series, Wagoner described his first novel, The Man in the Middle (1954), as “a thriller with some Graham Greene overtones about a railroad crossing watchmen in violent political trouble in Chicago,” his second novel, Money, Money, Money (1955), as a story about “a young tree surgeon who can't touch, look at, or even think about money, though he has a lot of it,” his third novel, Rock (1958) as a tale of “teenage Chicago delinquents,” and his fifth novel, Baby, Come On Inside (1968) as a story “about an aging popular singer who'd lost his voice.” As a popular novelist, however, Wagoner is best known for The Escape Artist (1965), the story of an amateur magician and the unscrupulous adults who attempt to exploit him, which was adapted as a film in 1981. Wagoner produced four successful novels as a Western “regional” writer. Structurally and thematically, they bear similarities to his other novels. David W. Madden noted in Twentieth-Century Western Writers: “Central to each of these [Western] works is a young protagonist's movement from innocence to experience as he journeys across the American frontier encountering an often debased and corrupted world. However, unlike those he meets, the hero retains his fundamental optimism and incorruptibility.”Although Wagoner wrote numerous novels, his reputation rests on his numerous, exquisitely crafted poetry collections, and his dedication as a teacher. Harold Bloom said of Wagoner: “His study of American nostalgias is as eloquent as that of James Wright, and like Wright's poetry carries on some of the deepest currents in American verse.” And Leonard Neufeldt called Wagoner “simply, one of the most accomplished poets currently at work in and with America…His range and mastery of subjects, voices, and modes, his ability to work with ease in any of the modes (narrative, descriptive, dramatic, lyric, anecdotal) and with any number of species (elegy, satirical portraiture, verse editorial, apostrophe, jeremiad, and childlike song, to name a few) and his frequent combinations of a number of these into astonishingly compelling orchestrations provide us with an intelligent and convincing definition of genius.”Wagoner died in late 2021 at age 95.-bio via Poetry Foundation This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit dailypoempod.substack.com/subscribe

Dreams and death: Do dreams show us what it’ll be like to be dead? Our guest this week is Jenna Farr Ludwig. Jenna starts by describing two death dreams from childhood in one of which she dreamed of her mom falling off a cliff shortly before her mom died in a waking-life car wreck. We talk about pre-diagnosis dreams, dreams before death, visitation dreams, and about how to distinguish death dreams that are related to physical death vs death dreams that signal transformation and growth. We also talk about what dreams may have to say about what it will be like to be dead. After the break we hear from four listeners. First Lenore from Oakland gives examples of some dreams that have made her less frightened of dying. Then David Jenkins (episode link is below) from Berkeley talks about sequences of visitation dreams and about how they can evolve. Rick Kleffel, DJ radio engineer and music creator, comments that dreams may be a foretaste of death in that they are experiences we have in which the physical body plays little or no role. Third, Dylan calls from Florida to share some of his profound reincarnation dreams. Finally, Ray from Santa Cruz calls to ask about how to talk to loved ones who have passed away. Authors we talked about included Christopher Kerr, Robert Monroe, Edward Cayce, Carl Jung (Memories, Dreams, and Reflections), and Marie Louise von Franz. BIO: Jenna Farr Ludwig is a certified dream guide and spiritual mentor with a Master's of Arts in Transpersonal Studies and over 40 years of experience. Jenna has published poetry and articles in numerous periodicals and is in the process of writing a book about dreams and synchronicities. Find our guest at: jennafarrludwig.com and jennalludwig.substack.com This show, episode number 303, was recorded during a live broadcast on March 22, 2025 at KSQD.org, community radio of Santa Cruz. Similar Dream Journal episodes you might enjoy: Caring for the Dream Self with David Jenkins, PhD Death and Lucid Living with Sahlah Dubel Dreams from the Other Side with Marta Aarli Intro and outro music by Mood Science. Ambient music new every week by Rick Kleffel. Archived music can be found at Pandemiad.com. Many thanks to Rick for also engineering the show and to Tony Russomano for the answering the phones. The Santa Cruz Festival of Dreams is coming October 10-12, 2025! Mark your calendars now. Check our landing page at FestivalofDream.net and FB group page HERE or follow #keepSantaCruzDreaming on FB and IG. SHARE A DREAM FOR THE SHOW or a question or enquire about being a guest on the podcast by emailing Katherine Bell at katherine@ksqd.org. Follow on FB, IG, LI, & YT @ExperientialDreamwork #thedreamjournal. To learn more or to inquire about exploring your own dreams go to ExperientialDreamwork.com. The Dream Journal aims to: Increase awareness of and appreciation for nightly dreams. Inspire dream sharing and other kinds of dream exploration as a way of adding depth and meaningfulness to lives and relationships. Improve society by the increased empathy, emotional balance, and sense of wonder which dream exploration invites. A dream can be meaningful even if you don’t know what it means. The Dream Journal is produced at and airs on KSQD Santa Cruz, 90.7 FM. Catch it streaming LIVE at KSQD.org 10-11am Pacific Time on Saturdays. Call or text with your dreams or questions at 831-900-5773 or email at onair@ksqd.org. Podcasts are available on all major podcast platforms the Monday following the live show. The complete KSQD Dream Journal podcast page can be found at ksqd.org/the-dream-journal/. Closed captioning is available on the YouTube version of this podcast and an automatically generated transcript is available at Apple Podcasts. Thanks for being a Dream Journal listener! Available on all major podcast platforms. Rate it, review it, subscribe, and tell your friends.

Hour Two of the Good Morning Football Podcast begins with hosts Jamie Erdahl, Kyle Brandt, Cody Kessler and D’Marco Farr answering several questions during 3 N’ out - Are the Pittsburgh Steelers shifting to Justin Fields as QB1? Will the Cleveland Browns bring Myles Garrett back? What should Browns do with #2 overall pick? NFL Draft prospect Landon Jackson joins the show and talks about his time at the NFL combine, his strengths, and quarterbacks he wants to sack. D’Marco plays two lies and a truth. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Daniel Turner is entered in the Mini Globe Race, sailing Immortal Game, his mini 5.80, which he built. He started racing small boats in Australia when he was six years old. He moved from Holdfast trainers to the 125 and Pacer classes, and raced on his father's Farr 30 and grandfather's Adams 12. Daniel spent four years in the Australian Army as a Combat Engineer and Combat Fitness Trainer and represented the Australian Defence Force at regattas in the Tasar class. Daniel also competed in a number of marathons and ultra-marathons including the Marathon Des Sables in 2015 (265 kms across the Sahara desert over 6 days) and is known as the toughest footrace on the planet. In 2018, he competed in the Melbourne to Osaka Yacht race.  We talk about building the boat, crossing the Atlantic in the boat, preparing to sail around the world, difficult moments during the passage and how he dealt with them, rules of the race, sailing the boat, safety, sleeping while solo sailing, the cost of the campaign, and much more. Find photos of Daniel's boat and links on the podcast shownotes page, here. Support the show through Patreon here.

In this episode of Smart Real Estate Coach, Shaun Farr, President of Landvoice, shares how data-driven lead generation is transforming real estate investing. With over two decades of experience, he's helped investors and agents secure high-quality, off-market deals before they hit the mainstream. We discuss how expired listings, FSBOs, and pre-foreclosures provide an edge in today's low-inventory market, and why economic shifts make now the time for smart investors to take action. If you're looking for better leads, higher conversion rates, and a way to stay ahead of the competition, this episode is packed with actionable strategies and exclusive insights.   Key Talking Points of the Episode   00:00 Introduction 01:33 Who is Shaun Farr? 03:25 How Shaun got into real estate investing 07:29 Shaun's transition from investing to real estate tech 10:33 Understanding the biggest pain points for investors 12:34 The story behind Landvoice 14:19 How expired listings can create great opportunities for investors 17:56 Understanding pre-foreclosures 23:32 The factors that contribute to seller distress 25:03 Finding opportunities in distressed seller data 27:27 Having the right conversations with sellers in distress 31:29 Get discounted data from Landvoice 34:33 What is Data Genie?   Quotables   “The biggest struggle for investors today isn't financing—it's finding quality leads in a low-inventory market.”   “Expired listings are gold. These homeowners wanted to sell but didn't—meaning they're motivated and open to creative deals.”   “Data is power. The right leads at the right time can make or break your real estate business.”   Links   Landvoice https://landvoice.com/srec   Real Estate On Your Terms and Deal Structure Overtime https://wickedsmartbooks.com/podcast   FREE Master's Class https://wickedsmartacademy.com/mastersclass   FREE Strategy Session with Chris Pre https://smartrealestatecoach.com/chrisprecall   FREE Workshop https://smartrealestatecoach.com/pcws   QLS Homestudy Course https://wickedsmartacademy.com/course/qls-homestudy-4   Investor Resources https://smartrealestatecoach.com/resources   3 Paydays Apprentice https://smartrealestatecoach.com/apprentice-pod   In the Trenches Bootcamp https://smartrealestatecoach.com/ittb-pod   REI Blackbook https://smartrealestatecoach.com/REIBB-DD  

From 'The Progrum' (subscribe here) A fun episode this week as Football Equipment Administrator, Kenny Farr, joins the pod to talk all things Oregon Ducks. Through 6 different head coaches, few things have remained the same with Oregon Football. Kenny Farr has. From being a student manager out of Grants Pass, to running the show, Farr has seen many coaches, hundreds of players and just as many uniform combinations in his time. There is much more to the EQ staff than just uniforms, it is the day to day that makes Oregon Football run so smooth. Farr shares his path to Oregon, the process of uniform selection, building his EQ staff and what separates Dan Lanning from the rest. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

When police were called to the scene of shooting at the Castillion Apartments in Los Angeles on April 20, 1968, they assumed the victim, twenty-two-year-old Cheryl Perveler, had been shot in a robbery gone wrong. However, when they began looking into her personal life, they soon realized Cheryl's killer could have been much closer to home.In most cases of individual murders, detectives always look at the spouse first, and in this case, there was a lot to look at. Cheryl had recently married Paul Perveler, a former Los Angeles Police officer with a checkered past and an obvious obsession with wealth and power. Yet the more they investigated Paul Perveler, the more detectives began to suspect they didn't have just one murder on their hands, and it was starting to look like Cheryl's death was the culmination of a larger and far more shocking conspiracy than anyone had expected. Thank you to the Incredible Dave White of Bring Me the Axe Podcast for research and Writing support!ReferencesBraxton, Greg. 1982. "Woman asks public to keep killer ex-husband jailed." Los Angeles Times, September 19: 529.Bugliosi, Vincent, and Ken Hurwitz. 2004. Till Death Do Us Part: A True Murder Mystery. New York, NY: W.W. Norton and Company.2017. A Crime to Remember. Performed by Christine Connor and Elise Graves.Eintoss, Ron. 1969. "Death penalty asked in insurance murders." Los Angeles Times, February 25: 26.—. 1969. "Jury asks death for Perveler, life in prison for girlfriend." Los Angeles Times, February 26: 29.El Sereno Star. 1966. "Gun victim found in house fire." El Sereno Star, December 15: 1.Farr, Bill. 1986. "Ex-officer in prison for killing fails in parole bid." Los Angeles Times, August 30: 2.Haynes, Roy, and Dial Torgerson. 1968. "Murder charges filed against pair in double indemnity case." Los Angeles Times, May 3: 3.Los Angeles Times. 1968. "Ex-officer, woman ask seperate trials." Los Angeles Times, November 15: 41.Newton, Tom, and Dial Torgerson. 1968. "Ex-policeman, woman accused of killing mates for insuarance." Los Angeles Times, May 2: 1.The Register. 1969. "First degree murder asked in mates case." The Register (Santa Ana, CA), February 5: 15.United Press International. 1969. "Dual murder case goes to jury soon." Stockton Evening and Sunday Record, February 12: 11.Valley Times. 1968. "Transcript says alleged killer told of slaying." Valley Times, May 21:See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Adam and Drew are joined by former Loveline co-host Diane Farr to discuss bathroom etiquette and take calls on Xanax, atrophied testes and methamphetamine addiction.