Podcasts about Farr

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

(Airdate 5/29/25) James Farr is the host of KBLA's "Conversation Live: Altadena Rising." Dominque and James agree with Trump (on some of the President's pardons.) James is speechless. And Miles disagrees. On this podcast we take on the Altadena fire recovery, the downgrading of charges against former LASD deputy Trevor Kirkand President Trump's pardons of NBA Youngboy and Larry Hoover.https://www.instagram.com/JamesFarrLive/ https://www.instagram.com/mileslowmusic/ https://www.instagram.com/diprimaradio/

Farr and Jean struggle with what Miss Stuart has wrought. Miss Stuart, on the other hand, shows her 'confident' side.

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.)

Hot Topic Topic: Luxury brands face a changing world — and a more complex customer Guest: Henry Farr- Valuation Director- Brand Finance

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.

Word of Farr's imminent return reaches the house. But the tension beween Lillian and Jean threatens everything. The weekly free romance story continues. All comments appreciated.

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 […]

L'Associació de Turisme de la Selva i l'empresa Farré i Garriga han creat una col·lecció de plaques amb imatges d'ermites romàniques de la comarca.

Previously on Saga of the Jewels…The life of seventeen-year-old RYN, bookish son of a wealthy landowner, changes forever when his hometown is destroyed by the EMPIRE and everyone he has ever known is killed. Ryn discovers that the Empire are seeking TWELVE PRIMEVAL JEWELS which grant the power to manipulate different elements, and that his father had been hiding the FIRE RUBY. He sets out to take revenge on the Imperial General who killed his family and retrieve the Fire Ruby, and along the way meets NUTHEA the lightning-slinging princess, SAGAR the swaggering skypirate, ELRANN the tomboy engineer, CID the wizened old healer, and VISH the poppy-seed-addicted bounty hunter. Together the companions decide to find all of the Jewels in order to stop the EMPEROR from finding them first and taking over the world. They have thus far succeeded in retrieving the Fire Ruby, borne by Ryn, and the Lightning Crystal, borne by Nuthea. They have now come to the land of FARR where they intend to compete in a hand-to-hand fighting tournament in order to attempt to win its grand prize, the EARTH EMERALD…EPISODE THIRTY-FOUR: THE NIGHT I MAKE IT WITH A WOMANOne night before the tournament.Sagar shoved the door of the public drinking house open and let Elrann go in first.“What a gentleman,” she quipped as she walked past him.“I'm a pirate second, gentleman first,” Sagar lied, grinning. Need to be on my best behaviour tonight, he thought as he followed her in. Tonight is going to be the first night that I make it with a woman. No rudeness. No brawling. No showing myself up. I need to impress her.It was dim and cosy inside the pub, the only light coming from the orange flickers of a log-fire in the hearth. At this evening hour it was almost full, mostly of Farrians, but also some travellers from other lands–a big burly Aibarian, a smattering of Rikalian traders in colourful ponchos, and even a Morekemian, from the looks of her long braid, though thankfully not an Imperial–she must be an exile or a runaway. In one corner a lute player sat shrouded in shadows underneath a hooded cloak, picking the strings of his instrument with his fingers and softly singing the words to some sky-shanty. Perfect. Just the right mood. I chose well. Well done me.They found a table with two seats, not too far from the bar, and took them.In spite of himself, Sagar's mouth was dry. This was going to be the night that he first made it with a woman, but he wasn't quite sure where to start–or at least he had forgotten where he was meant to start. If he had ever known.Elrann regarded him cooly with her purple eyes.“Aren't you going to offer to buy me a drink?”“What? Yes! Of course! I mean, of course I am. I was just waiting for you to tell me what you wanted. What do you want, woman?”“What I want is for you to stop calling me that.” She likes it really. “But in the meantime, since you're offering, pirate-man, I'll take a rice-wine.”“Rice-wine?” Sagar said. “What in the hells is that? Don't you want a good ale?”“You won't get one here,” said Elrann. “Farrian ale tastes like chocobo-piss. It's famous for it. They're very good at their rice-wine, though. Try one. You'll see.”Sagar grunted, then went and ordered their first two rice-wines from the bar. While the Farrian bartender fetched them for him, he reviewed his plan of attack.Alright. I know she's interested in me 'cause she agreed to come to the pub with me in the first place. And we've made it here–it wasn't some sort oftrick. Trouble is, I don't know what I'm supposed to say to make things progress. So instead, I'll just get really, really, really drunk. That'll do it. Agenius plan. It was a good thing he had swiped lots of coin from Cid for thisevening.He took their drinks back to the table and clinked glasses with Elrann.The rice-wine tasted like…liquid fermented rice. It was strong.Elrann sighed contentedly and wiped her mouth.Sagar's face stretched in astonishment. Where he had only taken a sip, the woman had downed the whole of her glass in one gulp.He became aware that he should probably be saying something. What?Complement her on her drinking ability. That was the sort of thing he had talked about with his crew, when they had still been alive.He opened his mouth to do so.“Shut up,” said the woman, holding up a hand. “Whatever you're about to say, pirate-man, shut up. I've got something I need to talk to ya about. I've been putting it off for a while, trying to find the courage, 'specially cause if I've misjudged things then this is going to be mighty embarrassing for me, but I can't wait any longer, and this seems to be my opportunity.” She looked around for a moment, as if checking that nobody else they knew was in this pub. They weren't.Wow, that was easy, thought Sagar. I must just be that irresistible. He was aware that he was being uncharacteristically un-talkative. But that seemed to be working for him at the moment. Maybe he had been playing this all wrong. Maybe the best tactic was just to sit back, keep hit mouth shut and let her come to him.The woman was looking at him. Apparently he needed to say something.“Yeah?” he said in as nonchalant a manner as he could muster. “What is it, then?”“Pirate-man…” said Elrann. She looked him in the eyes again. “Sagar… As you know, I've been fascinated by airships for a long time. And as you've probably worked out by now, I have a bit of a fascination with airship pirates and captains as well.”Hope was truly stirring in Sagar's chest now, and in his loins, but he kept his cool and kept up his relaxed skypirate-captain exterior. He wore it easily, as easily as he wore his awesome leather Captain's Coat that he had inherited from his father. He was a professional at this, the best around.“Yeah?” he said nonchalantly.“Yeah, I do…” said Elrann. She sighed, looked over at the bar, caught the barman's eye, held up two fingers and pointed at their table, then gave him a thumb-up when he had acknowledged what she wanted. How does she do that? She turned back to Sagar. “And…well, what I'm trying to say is that there's a reason I do.”“I'm sure there is,” said Sagar, grinning. He leaned back a little in his chair, getting comfortable, and folded his arms. Play it cool. Don't overcommit. You're doing everything right, you dark cochobo.Elrann frowned slightly at him. “Yeah, there is. And the reason is…the reason is that my Mum… my Mum once told me about who my father was. Ya see, my mother was a rice-farmer from Zerlan who lived with her parents until I came along, and apparently my Dad…my Dad was a famous pirate skycaptain who slept with her once when he put into port in Zerlan.”Sagar frowned a little at that. He hadn't been expecting this. It threw him a little. Okay, so she likes me 'cause of her Daddy issues. That's a bit weird, but I can get on board with it. Whatever launches her airship. I've got my own Daddy issues too, most people do, though they don't affect me in quite the same way… She was looking at him. He needed to say something again.“Yeah?” he said, a touch less nonchalantly than before.The barman arrived with two more drinks and set them down on the table before shuffling off again.“Pirate-man…” said Elrann, grasping her second drink, “what I'm trying to tell you is…don't you see what I'm trying to tell you?”A vision of taking her back to her room at their lodgings flashed through Sagar's mind. He grinned. “I think I might be starting to catch on…” He lifted his first glass of rice-wine to his mouth for another sip.“Sagar…what I'm trying to tell you is that I think I might be your half-sister.”The rice-wine sprayed out of Sagar's mouth in a shower. Most of it went on his trousers. Some went on the table. Some went on Elrann.A pause.“What?!” he said.A pause.“WHAT?!!” he exclaimed.A pause.“WHAT?!!!” he shouted.The background chatter of the pub stopped, and the other drinkers all turned in their seats to look at him. Even the lutist stopped his playing and singing for a moment.“Nothing to see here folks!” Elrann said to the room. “Just a little revelation about a potential long-lost sibling!”The drinkers went back to their drinks, the lutist to his lute, in apparent acceptance of this.Sagar, meanwhile, had frozen.His mind had gone slow.Fascination.Airships.Pirate-skycaptain.Half-sister.“Whaaaaaaaat?” he said one more time, much more quietly but very high-pitched, to the woman.“Think about it,” Elrann said to him, leaning in and keeping her voice low. “My father was a famous pirate skycaptain. My Mum never told me his name, and I'm not even sure that she ever knew his name, but she did tell me that he was the captain of a pirate airship, and that he wore a ponytail and a long leather coat, among other things. That's why I've always had a fascination with airships and skypirates–because of hearing about my Dad. When I put two and two together was when pops said that your father was a pirate skycaptain. Ya never mentioned that yaself. I reckon that your Dad, the one who travelled around with pops for a while, must be the same as my Dad.”Sagar stared at nothing at all. He was struggling to process this. Fragments of words and images danced around in his mind. Memories of his father, in his long coat and ponytail, boasting about his amorous conquests to the men. The times he had flown into or over Zerlan as part of his Dad's crew. Had he even been on the voyage when this had happened, too young to remember it, or to naïve to be aware of it? Had Elrann really been conceived by the same person, under similar circumstances that he had? But then…urgh! Why had he been attracted to this woman if he was partly related to her? He couldn't have been!“No,” he said eventually. “This is crazy. You're crazy. There's no way that we could be related!”Elrann cocked her head. “Did your father have a long ponytail, like you?“Well, yeah, but–”“And did he own a long brown leather coat?”“Well, yeah. This one, actually. He gave it to me when he handed the Wanderlust over to me. But that doesn't mean anything! There must be plenty of pirate skycaptains that have ponytails and long leather coats!”Elrann raised a single purple eyebrow at him.Sagar took another drink from his glass, and this time downed what was left of it. The wine stung the back of his throat, but he didn't care.“I don't believe it…” he said. “I won't believe it…”“Yeah,” said Elrann, “I'm not exactly thrilled about it either…” She looked him up and down. “But there's just too many coincidences. I suppose we don't know for sure, but until we find out for certain there's a chance that we are related. There's only one way to do that, though…”“What do you mean?” said Sagar, genuinely puzzled. The wine was starting to settle him into a fuzzy haze, but now he only felt depressed in it.Elrann hesitated. “What I mean is…if we could find your father, we could find out for sure if he's…if he's my father too. You said you inherited your coat from him, and you've hinted before that you flew with him…if you know where he is, we could go and find him and ask him ourselves?”“Ah,” said Sagar. “That's what you mean. Well, sorry, woman, but I don't know where he is.”Elrann's face fell. “How come?”“You're right, I did fly with him for a long time. I was raised on his ship, in fact–on board the Wanderlust, by his crew. I never knew my Mum. Apparently whoever he fathered me on didn't want me, so she just dumped me on him instead. I didn't even know that he was my father till I came of age. I thought I was just some orphan they'd picked up somewhere to work as a cabin boy. Then one day he told me he was my father, that he was retiring from piracy, along with most of his crew, and that he was giving me his ship to inherit, along with some coin to recruit a new crew with and make a start in piracy myself. Then we set down in Imfis, he bought a light craft, and buggered off into the horizon. That was the last I ever saw of him.”“Oh,” said Elrann, now staring off at nothing, just like Sagar had been while he had been telling his story. “Well…” she said after a moment, “that's a shame… I'd hoped that you would help me be able to find him…”The two of them fell silent, looking into their drinks, and the chatter of the other drinkers and the playing of the lutist in the corner swept over them.Sagar took another drink. Well, some evening this has turned out to be. I'm hoping to bed the woman, and it turns out we might be related! Course, it's only a ‘might' but….urgh! I can't sleep with someone who even might be my half-sister! Can I?His train of thought paused for a moment.No!He took another drink to drive him further into his rice-wine haze and away from his misery.The musician in the corner picked up the volume a bit, picking the strings more loudly and starting to sing a sad, lilting song. The wistful tones reflected his mood pretty well.What do I do now? I guess it's back to the drawing board. I'll have to try with the princess again. But that seems like a closed door right now. Rrrr… He looked around at the other drinkers in the pub. I wonder if there's anyone in here who would—All of a sudden Elrann sat up straight, raising her head, and twitched, like a wolf that had been alerted to something.“Hey!” she said.“What is it?” Sagar said, putting a hand to one of his cutlasses.“Did you hear that?”Sagar strained his ears. All he could hear was the other customers chatting, and the lutist singing his song.“The singer!” Elrann said. “He's singing about those magical Jewel-thingamys that we're trying to find on our quest!”“He is?” said Sagar.“Yeah! Listen!”They listened as the lutist came back round to the chorus of his song, singing in a clear, lilting voice:Ruby is Fire,Lost, not foreverSapphire is Water,Umbar's true treasureCrystal is LightningManolia's joyDiamond is LightThe Maker's great ployOnyx is DarknessIn depths of a pitShell seals the windIf you can catch itEm'rald is EarthenYou'll find it in FarrMoon is a pearlIn the light from a starMeteor is MetalFound in fixed fortressCarnelian is SpiritA summoning sorceressStone is the NatureThat silently growsAnd Void is a secretNobody knowsTwelve Peoples of MidAnd Twelve Jewels there areTo rescue herIn her most desp'rate hourWhen gathered togetherThe Twelve Jewels from afarThe Maker will make knownThe truth of his powerAs the lutist finished the long chorus, leaving only the notes of the strings he continued to pluck, Sagar and Elrann looked at each other.“By all the gods I don't believe in, you're right!” Sagar said.He stood up.Elrann grabbed his arm immediately. “What are you doing?!” she said.Sagar frowned at her. His vision had taken a short moment to catch up with him when he had stood up. “What do you think I'm doing? We need to go and talk to him about how he knows about the Jewels!”“Sit down,” Elrann hissed at him through gritted teeth, and yanked him back into his chair. Damn, but she was strong.“Hey, what gives, woman?” Sagar said. His vision had taken a moment to catch up with him when he sat down as well.Elrann looked over each of her shoulders. “Don't you see?” she said to him quietly. “Nobody else has noticed that he's singing about the Primeval-Jewel-Thingamies, or at least nobody else cares. Only we recognised it. And princess-girl's mission…our mission…is top secret and super important and stuff, isn't it? We don't want to attract attention to it or to ourselves by making a big fuss out of it and going right up to that guy straight away, do we?”Slowly this clicked into place in Sagar's mind. “Oh. Right. Yeah, well, I wasn't going to talk to him straight away, was I? I was…I was getting up to go to the privy.”Elrann snorted. “Yeah, right. You've barely had two drinks. I can see that you can't hold your liquor, but your bladder can't be as weak as that.”“Hey, look here, woman–”“Shut up,” said the woman with a wave of her hand. “Listen. You're right, we need to talk to that guy.” She glanced over at the hooded lutist, who had finished his Jewel song and was starting a new one, singing more quietly than he had before. “But we need to wait until he's finished playing. Then we go over to him all casual like, alright, and say that we really enjoyed his music, we chat with him a bit, and then we ask him about where he learned that song about the Jewel-thingamies. Got it?”Sagar's head swam. He didn't like how this evening had unfolded so far. But somewhere he knew that what the woman was suggesting was sensible.“I s'pose,” he said. “But what do we do in the meantime?”“What else?” said Elrann. “We stay here and keep drinking.”She gestured to the barman. 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

*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

Episode 107 of our B Podcast. BIDE Artistic Director, Sebastián García Ferro, interviews Elisenda Farré, Cap de l´Area de Cultura Institut d´Estudis Baleàrics.

Previously on Saga of the Jewels…The life of seventeen-year-old RYN, bookish son of a wealthy landowner, changes forever when his hometown is destroyed by the EMPIRE and everyone he has ever known is killed. Ryn discovers that the Empire are seeking TWELVE PRIMEVAL JEWELS which grant the power to manipulate different elements, and that his father had been hiding the FIRE RUBY. He sets out to take revenge on the Imperial General who killed his family and retrieve the Fire Ruby, and along the way meets NUTHEA the lightning-slinging princess, SAGAR the swaggering skypirate, ELRANN the tomboy engineer, CID the wizened old healer, and VISH the poppy-seed-addicted bounty hunter. Together the companions decide to find all of the Jewels in order to stop the evil EMPEROR from finding them first and taking over the world. They have thus far succeeded in retrieving the Fire Ruby, borne by Ryn, and the Lightning Crystal, borne by Nuthea. They have now come to the land of FARR where they intend to compete in a hand-to-hand fighting tournament in order to attempt to win its prize, the EARTH EMERALD…EPISODE THIRTY-THREE: THE PRINCESS AND THE DRAGONOne night before the Tournament.Ryn sat down next to Nuthea on one of the simple wooden chairs.Around them, about a hundred or so people were sitting on their own chairs too. The hubbub of the chattering crowd enveloped them like a warm blanket.The wooden seat was hard and uncomfortable, but Ryn barely noticed it. His pulse was quick inside his head and his heart fluttered about inside his chest. It was all he had been able to afford from the common purse, anyway. The balconies had been far too expensive.I'm out on a date with a princess, he thought. No, a Queen. We may not be ‘exploring the possibility of a romantic relationship', but that's still what this is. We're spending time with each other just to spend time with each other.He was terrified.Don't mess this up.He was keenly aware of her presence at her side, like a fire burning in his peripheral vision. Should he say something? Was he meant to say something? He didn't know what to say.He didn't even know if he should be looking at her. Were there even any ‘shoulds' in this situation? Instead, he stared straight ahead.Over the many heads of the people sat in front of them–mainly short, stocky, tanned Farrians, but also people from other countries–he could see the raised wooden stage at the front of the room. At the moment it was bare and unoccupied, though on the wall at the back of it had been depicted a forest of tall trees with thick trunks and curved, finger-like branches reaching up to the ceiling of the play-house, bedecked with myriad painted-green leaves.“Tell me what this play is about again, Ryn?” said Nuthea next to him.A bolt of shock spasmed through Ryn and he nearly fell off his seat. He coughed on purpose and tried to make it look like it was the cough that had unsettled him, but he wasn't sure how successfully he managed it.He glanced at her. She was still expecting an answer from him, her eyebrows raised quizzically.“Er,” he said. “I'm not entirely sure. It's called ‘The Princess and the Dragon'. It looked pretty good from the poster–it had a very detailed picture of a fire-breathing dragon and an armoured knight fighting it.” Ryn had liked that. That had been what persuaded him to change plans from taking Nuthea to a tavern to taking her to a play. That and the fact that Sagar was going with Elrann to a tavern and he didn't want to accidentally end up in the same one. “All I know is that it's being put on by a traveling theatre troupe that just got into Shun Pei. They're meant to be very good. They're called the ‘Manniro' or something.”“Oh, the Manyiro!” Nuthea corrected him. Of course she knew the proper pronunciation. Of course she had heard of them before. “I've seen them perform many times in the palace when they were passing through Orma!”Poodoo. Ryn had dared to hope that he had found something special that Nuthea had never experienced before.Perhaps sensing his disappointment, Nuthea said “They are excellent. The Manyiro are a traveling people group who make their living by performing plays. They're the best at what they do in the whole of Mid. Have you never seen a Manyiro performance?”“Er…” Ryn decided he might as well tell the truth. “...no. I don't think they ever came to Cleasor…” He had seen plays, of course, and been in silly little ones put on in his schoolhouse or the village hall. But no, he had never seen a Mid-famous traveling play-acting people-group perform before. Of course Nuthea had.“Well you are in for a treat,” said Nuthea. “I love watching the Manyiro perform. They are masters of their craft. This will be a great way to relax and take our minds off things before the Tournament. Good choice, Ryn.”Ryn brightened a little at that. He wanted so much for Nuthea to enjoy this. He also wanted so much to tell her how he felt about her…but one thing at a time.“Have you seen this particular play?” he asked her, wary.“No, I don't think I've ever seen ‘The Princess and the Dragon.'”Phew. That was something, at least. “Well, the poster for it looked really good.” Idiot. You said that already. Or something like that, anyway…Their conversation lulled. Ryn looked at the empty stage again. When was this play going to start?He cast around in his mind for something else to talk to her about. He couldn't risk Nuthea growing bored. She had to enjoy this evening. This evening with him. Especially if she ever ended up going to a tavern with Sagar as well…But his mind had gone blank. What should he say to her?He remembered something. Something that he had been wondering about for a while. Yes, he could try that.“Nuthea?”“Yes?”“When you project lightning, why do you shout the word ‘bolt'?”“Ah, yes.” She appeared to take this as a signal to switch into lecture mode, but Ryn didn't mind–at least she would be talking, which would buy him time to come up with more interesting things to say. “That's called a ‘focus-word'. They're not essential to use to project your element, but those who train in the use of Jewel-gifts usually end up employing them. You will find that when your mind is more focused, concentrated, or engaged, you will ‘spell' (if you call it that—everyone has different names for it) more effectively and powerfully. So one technique that was developed very early on was to utter a word around which to focus the mind when you are ‘spelling', or projecting, or manipulating your element, or whatever you want to call it. Naturally, the best word to use is the word most closely associated with whatever it is that you are projecting. So, when I am projecting a lightning bolt, I shout ‘bolt'. I would have taught you about focus-words before, but you seemed to be using them anyway.”“That's right…” Ryn said, thinking back to the first time he had manifested fire, in his hometown, Cleasor, the day the Empire had attacked. “When I projected for the first time, I shouted ‘fire!' when I did it, as far as I can remember. I just did it, without having to be told to do it. And I've been doing it instinctively, ever since then.”“There you go,” said Nuthea, nodding approvingly at him like a pleasing pupil. “See? That is your focus-word for projecting your element, naturally.”“But sometimes I've noticed you say the word but you don't finish it properly—it changes into a sort of shout.”Nuthea's nod became knowing rather than merely approving. “Yes, that does happen too. When you are casting a large spell—channelling large amounts of mana—the focus word is even more helpful and necessary to keep the element under your control, but it can be hard to get all of it out because the toll on the body from the projection is so great. So sometimes when I cast a particularly large lightning bolt, or series of lightning bolts, I lose control and the word loses its shape… I'm working on it, but at the use of certain levels of magic it becomes virtually possible not to let out a shout or even a scream at the end of the word. So sometimes it sounds a bit like ‘boltah' or ‘boltaragh' or even ‘boltagah'.”Ryn pondered this. “Thanks, that actually makes a lot of sense. I guess I should carry on using focus words to help me focus my ‘fire'.”“Absolutely. Captain Sagar and Grandfather Cid use them too—I'm sure you've heard them. I don't know if Sagar was ever taught to use them–he probably just uses them on instinct too–but I'm sure Cid has specifically trained in using them. And as you practice and train and get stronger and more proficient in your gift and your mana capacity grows, you may find yourself developing different projection techniques as well, for which you may want to use different focus words. I haven't developed any myself yet but I know Grandfather has several, for different techniques in manipulation of the element of light which gives energy to all living things: ‘cure', ‘heal, ‘syphon, even just ‘raise'. He has been practicing for a long time and has a very large mana pool. He is very proficient in his gift.”“I think I may have actually starting doing that already…” Ryn realised out loud. “Once when I fought Vorr on the train in Imfis I suddenly found myself shouting ‘fireburst' and I projected this really big and hot flame attack... It was more flame than I had ever projected before, and possibly ever have since. In fact, I don't think I've ever managed to project fire with the same intensity and ferocity since then… I can't quite explain it; it's still fire, but it's like it comes from a different part of me, a deeper, more desperate part of me…”“Aha,” said Nuthea, her eyes lighting up like a teacher unlocking a revelation in a star pupil. “That was certainly a different focus word and technique, but it may also have been what we call a ‘limit break'.”Ryn's brow crinkled. “A limit break? You mentioned that once before. What's a limit break?”Lecturing just came so naturally to Nuthea. “‘Limit break' is the name that people have given to another kind of elemental projection, when you are absolutely exhausted, or hurt, or wounded, or depleted of mana, but you need to project for whatever reason, usually because you are fighting for your life, and you intuitively draw on your soul's deepest, hiddenmost reservoirs of mana to unleash a massive, unprecedentedly powerful attack. It's a known phenomenon. It's actually a sign that you are progressing in your projection, because in the long term it increases your mana capacity and proficiency in your gift. But in the short term, after the attack is spent, it leaves you completely exhausted. It's like destroying a muscle only for it to grow back stronger—the best way to train and get stronger. That's why it's been called a ‘limit break'—because when it happens you go past your mana capacity limit and ‘break it', but then once you have recovered it means your mana limit is permanently bigger afterwards.”Ryn nodded. “That makes sense too… After the time I used my fireburst on Vorr, I was definitely exhausted, until Cid healed me. But once I was healed, I somehow felt stronger, and my fire has come even more easily since then. Thanks Nuthea, you've explained a lot to me.”“No problem at all.” The princess's blue eyes glittered. “I'm quite jealous of you, actually. I've never actually performed a ‘limit break' myself yet, even when I've been in life-threatening situations. Even when…even when my mother died.” She paused for a moment and Ryn worried she was about to start crying, but then she swallowed and carried on talking. “I've had to rely on increasing in skill solely through the regular kind of practice, which still works more slowly, but doesn't provide the big leaps forward that limit breaks can give. And I can't even do that lately, because… Well, never mind. You really are doing very well in your training with your gift, Ryn.”Ryn was about to ask her why she couldn't train in the regular way with her gift at the moment but then she smiled at him brightly, and his heart nearly broke its limit.A hush fell upon the playhouse all of a sudden and the chattering of the rest of the audience died away.In his reverie, Ryn's first thought was that somehow the whole world had gone quiet before Nuthea's smiling beauty, but then he heard someone behind them whisper “Shhh! It's starting!” to their neighbour, who had still been talking quietly, and he realised that the play was finally beginning.A man walked onto the stage and stood front and centre, facing the audience. He was very tall–well over seven feet, Ryn reckoned–and well muscled, with tanned skin, a strong chin and blue curls that came down to his shoulders.A flash of insecurity twinged in Ryn's chest. What had he been thinking? Surely this was the sort of man that Nuthea would be attracted to, that she was destined to end up marrying. Not a naive pussywillow greenhorn farmboy.The man was even dressed in the part of a princely suitor. In a royal blue tabard thrown over shining chainmail visible on his arms, and with a spiked golden crown to top it all off, he looked like one of the Kings of Old Efstan.Ryn fidgeted in his seat.The actor-king held his hands up–a gesture with which he brought the audience to total silence, commanding the room, capturing the attention of everyone in it. He launched into his opening soliloquy.“Ladies and gentlemen!” spoke the man in an affected and well-educated voice, so loudly that it resounded clearly through the whole playhouse. “My, but thou art in for a treat tonight! Travel with me, if thou wilt, to the ancient island kingdom of Efstan, where our tale takes place tonight. In this tale, I, Zigfrid Alanthreonusson, First Among The Manyiro, shall play Prince Pendafigion of Efstan, famed Dragon Slayer of old. In the course of the action I shall rescue the fair maiden Princess Frionessa, played by Riss Aronwy, from the clutches of the foul and fell drake Kandraug. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give thee: The Princess and the Dragon!”He bowed, then made a subservient, flowing gesture with his hand as he walked backwards to the right off the stage.A moment later a couple of different male actors strode onstage dressed in peasants' clothing, beginning some kind of banterous dialogue in the same poor imitation of an Old Middish dialect that ‘Zigfrid Alanthreonusson' had used.At this point Ryn stopped paying attention to what they were saying. He had too much else on his mind to think about.He risked a sidelong look to his left at Nuthea. She was completely transfixed by the play, that huge smile still spread on her face but now directed toward the stage, utterly oblivious to Ryn sneaking a look at her to check how she was finding it. He was glad she was enjoying it at least.Could I ever make it with Nuthea? he thought to himself again. She's not just a pretend play-princess, she's a real-life princess. Or am I just deluding myself here? Was she attracted to that actor who was on before? What am I doing here? I should be training for the tournament, practicing my flames, getting better at swords with Cid, not wasting my time here trying to court a princess I won't ever have a chance with…The play rambled on with the two peasant-men continuing their dialogue, setting the scene and warming the audience up, Ryn supposed. They got a few chuckles and chortles from some of their more obvious jokes. Ryn didn't see what all the fuss was about, really. So these were meant to be the greatest players in the whole of Mid? They weren't that different from the amateur players he had seen at home, really… Sure, their costumes were very well-done and detailed, and their script had probably been honed for hours on end, and they had probably learned all their lines perfectly off by heart, and they were quite convincing in their performances, and these two were now getting quite a few laughs from the audience but…so what?Maybe Ryn was just being bitter…The lead actress walked on.He knew she was the lead because she was dressed like a princess. She wore a long flowing pale-green gown with sleeves that came down to her hands, a sparkling necklace made of diamonds–fake or real, Ryn couldn't tell–and a crown of her own, a yellow-gold tiara much like the circlet that Nuthea wore, only more ornate with a raised front inlaid with coloured gemstones.In the case of this actress, however, that was where her princesslyness ended. She actually looked a bit too young to be the counterpart of the male lead, barely a teenager, and certainly too young to be playing his romantic interest.There was also something distinctly…off about her. As she walked stiffly to the centre of the stage, an awkward grimace barely concealed from her face underneath her bob of shocking green hair, it didn't take Ryn very long to work out that she was feeling uncomfortable and that she didn't want to be there. Either that or the character she was playing was supposed to be feeling awkward and uncomfortable, but somehow Ryn doubted that. It would help for figuring it out either way if she had had any lines yet, but she hadn't.What's the deal with this actress?She had stopped in the middle of the stage, but facing to the right, the same pained, slightly scared expression still on her face.The audience was silent, but not because of her charisma. She didn't have any. Maybe everyone else was also curious as to what this young girl who apparently couldn't act very well was doing on the stage in a Manyiro play.The actress's eyes fluttered very slightly, Ryn noticed.From the right of the stage, on walked a dragon.Ryn gasped along with the rest of the audience, everyone sucking the air out of the room all at once.The dragon didn't look like it was made out of any kind of material or like there were any people inside it. It was covered all over in glistening green scales that glittered brilliantly in the light from the candles in the chandelier that hung from the ceiling of the playhouse. About the height of two men and the length of two chocobos, it had four legs that ended in vicious black claws which gripped the wood of the stage, two wide wings tucked into its flanks, and a long snout filled with interlocking, knife-sharp teeth, from which a wicked forked red tongue flashed out moment by moment. Set in its head, underneath a pair of curved, dark horns, were two massive, golden-pupiled eyes that had personality behind them.It looked utterly real. In fact, Ryn was pretty sure that it was real.How had the Manyiro players managed this? How had they caught and tamed a dragon to perform for them?In response to the dragon's appearance, the princess-actress fell back to the ground in ‘shock'. She still did it in a wooden way though, like it was a pre-rehearsed fall, and her mouth hung artificially open in an expression of pretend surprise.The audience didn't seem to care. Instead, they sat enrapt, in full silence, just like Ryn was.Nuthea looked as enrapt as everyone else.Ryn's curiosity got the better of him. He leaned over towards her a little and whispered, as quietly as he could manage while still being heard by her, “That's amazing. How do you think they're doing that?”To Ryn's surprise Nuthea turned to look at him, wrenched away from her fascination at the spectacle. The colour had drained from her face; her eyes were stuck wide.“Not ‘they'; ‘she',” the princess said. “Ryn, I think that girl is Jewel-touched.” 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

La actualidad de la región desde primera hora de la mañana, con Mónica Farré: conoce los titulares de la jornada, el tiempo, el tráfico y la agenda del día

La actualidad de la provincia de Zaragoza desde primera hora de la mañana, con Mónica Farré: conoce los titulares de la jornada, el tiempo, el tráfico y la agenda del día

La actualidad de la región desde primera hora de la mañana, con Mónica Farré: conoce los titulares de la jornada, el tiempo, el tráfico y la agenda del día

La actualidad de la provincia de Zaragoza desde primera hora de la mañana, con Mónica Farré: conoce los titulares de la jornada, el tiempo, el tráfico y la agenda del día

Cristina Farré va viure moltes dificultats per defensar els seus ideals: va ser empresonada durant la dictadura, va haver de viure amagada i va marxar a diversos països abans de poder tornar. Al seu llibre 'Ho vam donar tot', explica com, tot i que la revolució que esperava no va arribar, està orgullosa del que va fer. També va ser periodista i va formar una família, sense deixar mai de creure en el que defensava. És un testimoni valuós per entendre com era la vida durant el final del franquisme i en altres llocs del món on hi havia conflictes. podcast recorded with enacast.com

Previously on Saga of the Jewels…The life of seventeen-year-old RYN, bookish son of a wealthy landowner, changes forever when his hometown is destroyed by the EMPIRE and everyone he has ever known is killed. Ryn discovers that the Empire are seeking TWELVE PRIMEVAL JEWELS which grant the power to manipulate different elements, and that his father had been hiding the FIRE RUBY. He sets out to take revenge on the Imperial General who killed his family and retrieve the Fire Ruby, and along the way meets NUTHEA the lightning-slinging princess, SAGAR the swaggering skypirate, ELRANN the tomboy engineer, CID the wizened old healer, and VISH the poppy-seed-addicted assassin. Together the adventurers decide to find all of the Jewels in order to stop the evil EMPEROR from finding them first and taking over the world. They have thus far succeeded in retrieving the Fire Ruby, borne by Ryn, and the Lightning Crystal, borne by Nuthea. They have now come to the land of FARR where they intend to compete in a hand-to-hand fighting tournament in order to attempt to win its grand prize, the EARTH EMERALD…EPISODE THIRTY-TWO: TRAININGSix days until the Tournament.Nuthea surveyed the garden area of the little manse they had been given to lodge in.A wooden boundary-fence marked off an area about twenty metres wide and long. A patio floor of cream-coloured stone reflected the heat of the Farrian Summer morning sunshine. Aside from that it was bare except for a little ornamental pond and some potted plants off in the far corner.This will have to do, she thought.She regarded her troops, as she was coming to think of them: Ryn, Sagar, Elrann, Vish and Cid all stood shoulder-to-shoulder in a line facing her.She hadn't even asked them to do that; they had just done it naturally when she had called them outside. She would make a fighting squad of them yet.“Okay, team,” she said. “The Governor has said that we can enter four people into the tournament, without us even having to go through the qualifying heats. So the first thing we need to do is choose which four of us will enter.”“Well obviously I'm the first choice,” said Sagar, putting his hands on his hips and sticking out his chest a little.Nuthea saw Ryn open his mouth but she jumped in first. “May I just remind you, Captain Sagar, that the Governor has told us that this will be a tournament of unarmed combat?”The pirate deflated ever so slightly, then frowned. “So what? I'm still the best fighter among us. Well, maybe joint best. I suppose the scumsucker is alright at fighting too…”“I have a question,” said Ryn, ignoring Sagar and putting up his hand like a school pupil. “Will we be allowed to use our elemental projection powers?”“I…” Nuthea hesitated. “I'm not sure. I didn't ask about that.”“Of course we will,” said Sagar. “Now that they've got the Emerald, you can bet your arse that the Farrians will be using theirs. Hells, I wouldn't be surprised if they enter Baldy into the tournament. Didn't the Governor guy say that he was their strongest monk? And now he's got earth powers, there's no doubt he'll use them…”Sagar's voice trailed off. He was seeming less and less confident by the moment.“Well if that's the case,” spoke up Elrann, “then I think it's pretty obvious who we're going to enter, isn't it, princess-girl? I mean, I can handle myself in a fight, sure, but I much prefer to have my pistols and whip with me. I'm not so sure that I could take on a trained fighter as strong as monk-man, especially when he's got earth powers now. The logical choice for who we enter is: you, farmboy and pirate-man, because of all your Jewel-thingamy-powers, and the bountyhunter because of his badass fighting skills.”Yes, thought Nuthea, that is the logical choice, except what you don't know is that I'm blocked.“How does everyone feel about that?” she said out loud.Sagar folded his arms and nodded, clearly still trying to communicate an air of nonchalance.“I'll fight,” said Ryn, rubbing his hand.“Shadowfinger Vish?” Nuthea said.Vish shrugged. “You know what I want. As long as you give it to me, I will fight for you. I have fought in ‘tournaments' before, and won them.”“You have?!”“Yes. Both before I became a slave to the Empire, and since.”“Well,” said Elrann, “that settles it then, doesn't it?”“Hold on,” said Nuthea, “let us give everyone a chance to speak. Grandfather, do you wish to fight?”Cid's bushy eyebrows rose. He looked surprised to even be asked. “Oh goodness, no, Granddaughter, I'm getting too old for this sort of thing. I am happy to sit this one out.”“Even though you are more experienced than the rest of us and might not have to face the same obstacles in preparing for the tournament?” Nuthea tried to convey extra meaning through emphasis of the word and a tip of her head to one side.Cid's eyes glittered, and she knew he had understood her. “Ah. Yes; even so. Do not worry. We have a week–I'm sure that is plenty of time for you to improve and to overcome any obstacles you might be facing in the way of your peak performance.”Nuthea nodded, taking his meaning in turn. “Then it is settled. Unless a better idea presents itself for whatever reason, myself, Ryn, Captain Sagar and Shadowfinger Vish will enter the tournament to compete for, and win, the Earth Emerald.” She turned to Vish. “Shadowfinger Vish, you are clearly the b…'' She paused, not wanting to set Sagar off again. “You are clearly highly proficient at hand-to-hand combat, especially when elemental projection is taken out of the calculations. Will you train us in what you know of unarmed combat?”Vish's eyes were blank and unreadable above his face scarf as the rest of them awaited his response.“Will you give me poppy?” he said to Cid in return.“You know that you are meant to be coming off of it,” said Cid, “which is what you really want, remember? But yes, as part of withdrawing slowly, you can have some poppy in a week and a half. After the tournament.”The Shadowfinger was silent again, his eyes still blank.“I will train you,” he said at last.“Thank you,” said Nuthea.“Poodoo to that!” said Sagar, throwing up his hands. “I don't need any fighting lessons, especially from an ex-Imperial scumsucker like him. I'm off to go and find myself a drink.” He began to stalk towards the manse, then stopped. “You coming, woman?”Elrann's brows knotted. “Why would I be?”“Cause you agreed to go for a drink with me the other night?”Elrann scratched her chin. “Oh, right. Yeah, but not now. We said we would go in five days, on our day off from training before the tournament starts. I want to train with the others and see what the bountyhunter has to teach us.”“Whatever,” said Sagar, “suit yourself.”The door slammed behind him as he left the garden-courtyard. He was beginning to irk Nuthea somewhat.She refocused on the task at hand. “Here we go then,” she said, “Vish, you swap with me.”She traded places with the Shadowfinger to join the end of the lineup next to Cid, and Vish took the place in front of them all, facing them.The rest of them awaited Vish's first instruction.Vish sighed deeply, a sound like the last breath going out of a corpse.“Alright, listen,” he said in his slightly exotic-accented, guttural tones. “I am good at fighting, but not for the reasons you think. When the…untrained think about schooling in the fighting arts, they imagine it is all about learning special routines and practicing certain steps, like learning to dance. And there is some of that. But a fight, a real fight, is not like a dance. In a real fight, any routines you might have learned, any special techniques with grand names like the monk performed, any semblance of control or poise you might have, go out the window, and you just become another animal trying to kill all the other animals to stay alive. And the fastest, most brutal, most vicious animal is the one that kills first, and so the one who gets to stay alive a little longer. Do you understand?”Nuthea blinked at the Shadowfinger. It was the most words she had ever heard him say all at once. He clearly knew, and thought, a lot about this subject.None of the others said anything either. They must be as surprised as she was.“I will assume that you do understand,” said Vish, giving them all a withering look. “All that said, there is some advantage to be had by rehearsing certain routines and steps, not because in an actual fight it will be possible to replicate them exactly, but because by rehearsing them strength is built, and because your unconscious memory might mean that small elements of the routines are reproduced in combat by reflex in potentially effective ways. All of you, stand with your feet shoulder-width apart and bend your knees slightly.”They did so.“Now bend your arms at the elbow and make fists with your hands, with your thumbnails pointing up, like this.”They did so.“Good. This will be your first rudimentary practice exercise: punching. Now, with me, twist your fist round and punch the air in front of you, alternating right and left hands. Right! Left! Right! Left!”Nuthea punched the air along with the others, falling into the rhythm of following Vish's commands easily enough. She had done something similar to this with Evisca, her swordmistress at the palace, when she had been taught weaponry as a teenager, before she had been allowed to handle a blade. It seemed like a fairly basic exercise, but presumably Vish would work up to the more advanced techniques.Just then a bright blazing ball of fire shot past Vish and crashed into the fence several feet behind him, burning a hole in it and setting it on fire.“Oops,” said Ryn.“What in all the hells of all the gods are you doing?” Vish snapped at him, shouting through his face covering. He hadn't moved an inch in response to the fireball, but he was furious nonetheless.“Sorry…” stammered Ryn. “I just suddenly thought ‘Hey, what if I combined this punch with a fire projection?', and then I accidentally did it…”Nuthea put a hand over her face.It seems this is going to be even more difficult than I had anticipated…*Four days before the Tournament.Huld worked his way carefully through the forms of The Circumference Of The Earth, as he had done thousands of times before, only this time whenever he came to a transfer of energy, he combined it with some variety of manipulation of the training room's earthen floor below him.He stamped down hard with his right foot, completing ‘Replanting The Tree', and as vibration rippled through his foot he willed a square block of earth to rise up out of the floor in front of him.Improvising, he stepped forwards with his other foot and delivered ‘Rooted Strike' to the earthen block with his left fist. As he connected with the block, he willed it forwards and it shot pleasingly along the training room floor before exploding against its stone wall in a shower of dirt.Huld remained still in his battle pose, breathing heavily. Sweat clung to him. It was quite an exertion adding earth manipulation to his normal battle forms, he had discovered. Though it was worth it. And he had discovered he was very good at it. Who else was there better suited to incorporating the powers granted by the Farrian Emerald into his fighting manoeuvres? He had always been first in his class growing up at the monastery, even if that was because he had something to prove which the other novices did not. He had made it into the elite tier of monks privileged with watching over the Emperor, the Greenrobes. And he had been selected to be the Emperor's personal bodyguard, not anyone else. It was entirely appropriate that he be the first in Farr in two generations to be granted earth manipulation abilities and to train with them, and that he should be highly skilled at doing so.He should be happy.And yet, he couldn't quite relax into it.Something was bothering him, throwing off his focus.What?The foreigners.He came out of his stance from Rooted Strike and sat on the floor for a moment to catch his breath, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.The thought of the foreigners had been throwing off his focus slightly, lingering at the back of his mind like a fly buzzing just on the edge of his hearing.It wasn't that he was afraid of losing to them in this tournament the Governor had organised, he thought as he looked at the scuff marks his earth-block had left on the far wall and the pile of brown dirt and dust it had disintegrated into from the force of its impact. He wasn't.He knew he could beat every one of them in single hand to hand combat, even the ‘ex'-Imperial Vish. Even the fireboy with his flame projection abilities, which were apparently super effective against creatures of earth and so probably also against people who were ‘earth-aligned' as Huld now was.He had watched each of them carefully during their time in the Shrine, and studied their fighting styles closely. The Imperial was highly trained, ruthless and dangerous, to be sure, but he was still no match for Huld. And the boy was almost completely untrained. He appeared to have very little hand-to-hand fighting prowess at all, if any. If Huld stayed out of the way of his fire attacks, which he was confident he would be able to do more than easily, then defeating the boy would be a walk in a peace garden.No, it wasn't that which was bothering him. It was something else about the foreigners…What, then?He blinked with surprise at the realisation.It was that, after spending the better part of two days with them, after being stuck inside the Shrine to Eto with them and having to work together with them to make their way to the top of it, solve its puzzles, escape from its traps and defeat the Earth Elemental, he had found that in the end they were actually not that bad after all.Blessed Eto, he thought, I even almost liked them by the end…It was a difficult revelation to stomach. Raised in a monastery in the second-but uppermost level of Shun Pei, Huld had always been kept safely away from the filthy foreigners who travelled and traded in the lower levels, whom he viewed as a barely necessary evil that the Governor only allowed into the city for economic reasons. His ambition, insofar as he had been allowed to nurture one, had always been to move up, not down, in Shun Pei, and until recently he had been entirely successful in it.But now that he had actually spent some time with some filthy foreigners, they didn't seem that bad after all. They were still ‘filthy', to be sure, with their vulgar expressions and their crude attempts at fighting and their strange customs and gods.But, he had found, they had also turned out also to be people just like him. Of course they were. They talked and laughed and joked and had good ideas and bad ideas, strengths and weaknesses. How could he have not seen that before?And if they were people just like him, maybe what they were proposing to do wasn't so stupid and wrong after all? Maybe it would be the most sensible course of action to just give them the Emerald so that they could hide it from Morekemia and join it together with the others in order to stop the Emperor?“Impressive,” said a voice from the entry doorway to the training room.Huld started, recognising the voice, then immediately shifted himself into a kneeling bow, touching his forehead to the floor.“My Lord Governor!” he said, cheeks heating with the secret knowledge that his master had taken him unawares while he had been entertaining such ridiculous thoughts. How long had he been watching?“Up,” the Governor commanded.Huld got to his feet and stood straight as the Governor walked onto the floor of the training room, hands held behind his back. He wasn't wearing his hat, and his shaved head shone slightly in the light from the candles that stood in their sconces at the four corners of the room.The Governor stood a few feet away from him. “So, you have started combining your forms with your new earth-manipulation gift.”He's been watching me for a while, then. “Yes, Lord Governor. Did…did I do wrongly?”“No,” the Governor said calmly. “Show me.”Huld masked his surprise. “Yes, Lord Governor.” He spread his feet and dropped into chocobo stance, took a deep breath, then began the first movement of The Circumference Of The Earth, bringing his left hand up and into a descending arc–“Not like that!” the Governor barked impatiently. “Show me properly! Try and hit me, you fool!”Unable to hide his surprise this time, Huld's serene mask broke into a puzzled frown. “Lord Governor?”“Am I speaking some language other than common?” the Governor said, frowning above his formidable jowls. “Try. And. Hit. Me.”Huld gulped. He had heard rumours that the Governor had trained in the fighting arts, but his master had never commanded him to do anything like this before. Still, he could do nothing but obey.Better to make it a reasonably gentle strike. Nothing too impactful. Huld had been first in his class, after all, he reminded himself again, and was Farr's best soldier-monk, by the Governor's own boast.Hoping to get this embarrassing ordeal over with quickly, Huld crossed the floor that lay between him and the Governor in four quick steps and aimed a simple close-fisted punch with his right hand at the Governor's chest.The Governor's left hand whipped out to block the punch, palming Huld's forearm away, then before Huld knew what was happening the Governor had brought his hand around and back to himself in a circle, then thrust it out again at Huld's chest.The floor hit Huld hard in the back.He coughed a couple of times, chest smarting where the Governor had struck him.He floored me, Huld thought as he inspected the muddy brown of the training room ceiling, which he had never seen from this angle before. He actually floored me. With one punch!“I meant that I wanted you to try and hit me with an earth manipulation attack,” the Governor said.Huld got up and brushed himself down. The rumours were true, then! More than true. Huld hadn't ever been floored like that before, not even in his early years of training at the monastery. The Governor was an incredibly skilled and strong fighter. He had humiliated Huld with a single blow while barely batting an eyelid. Huld had better do what he was being asked.No longer pulling his punch, he performed the same move as he had improvised at the end of The Circumference Of The Earth, stamping the ground to raise up a large square block of earth from it, then punching it.The earthen block shot towards where the Governor stood a few paces away……then stopped dead still in place in front of him.“That is more like it,” said the Governor from behind the block.What?Huld had expected the Governor to leap out of the way, or to hit the block and explode it with a blow. Not stop it.The block shot back along the ground towards Huld.“Catch it!” yelled the Governor.Huld almost didn't react in time, but just before the block of earth made impact with him he got his hand up and reached out with his mind, willing for the earthen block to stop. It came to rest about an inch from his face.“Good,” said the Governor from somewhere behind it. “Dear me, Huld, one little surprise and all your training almost goes out of the window. Return the block to the ground.”Huld wasn't sure what the Governor meant, but when he thought about it he realised what he was being ordered to do. He willed the block downwards, back into the floor, and it moved at his mental command, rejoining the earth that they stood on, sinking down to become a part of it again.Across the floor, the green-robed, stocky form of the Governor stood still, hands behind his back. His master favoured him with a half-smile from one side of his mouth.“That's it,” he said. “Don't be so surprised that I have earth manipulation abilities too. I've had them since long before you retrieved the Emerald.”I'm more than capable of defending myself, Huld suddenly remembered the Governor saying back in his chambers when the foreigners had been there last. He had wondered then what that comment had meant, but he had never imagined the full extent of its implications.“But how, Lord Governor?” he asked.“Who do you think it was that placed the Emerald in the Shrine to Eto in the first place?” the Governor snapped irritably. He began to pace slowly back and forth across the training room floor as he spoke. “I did, as a young man, when ordered to do so by Governor Restra. I was a monk like you once, Huld. I swore the vows of service. But one's service to Farr can take a Farrian to many different places. After I hid the Emerald in the old Shrine, I was ordered to change my name and begin a political career. By the time Governor Restra's term of office finished, he had so manoeuvred me that I was his obvious successor, so the High Council voted to put me in charge.”“If I may be so bold, Lord Governor…” Huld said, “...why?”“Because the knowledge of the Emerald's whereabouts and how to obtain it was too important to entrust to anyone but the Governor of Farr. I grew too old to be able to retrieve it myself, though I do still retain, ahem, some fighting skill.”Huld's back twinged. The Governor certainly did retain some fighting skill.“However,” the Governor continued, “I knew I could count on you to retrieve it for me.”Huld thought of telling him how much the foreigners had helped, but he decided to hold his tongue. He continued to listen like an obedient soldier, though he wasn't sure where this was going.“Governor Restra thought to hide the Emerald away,” said the Governor, “because he thought that would keep Farr safe from those from elsewhere who would seek to steal it, and because he thought its power was too dangerous to be used. Do you understand?”Huld nodded. “Yes, Lord Governor.”“But he was wrong,” said the Governor.Huld held his jaw shut tight to hide his puzzlement.“Restra thought that it would benefit us to hide the Jewel away, where nobody could get to it, not even us! I too once thought as he did, and as you clearly do too now.”Huld opened his mouth to protest.“Do not deny it!” the Governor barked, cutting him off. “As I say, I once thought as you do too, but I see now that Governor Restra was foolish and misguided. We hid the Emerald away, and filthy foreigners came asking for it anyway. And not just any regular old filthy foreigners, but foreigners with their own elemental manipulation abilities!” The Governor spat loudly onto the floor in front of him, as if it had made a foul taste in his mouth just to speak of them. His spit landed in a little puddle and began to seep into the earthen floor. “And they tell us that the Emperor of Morekemia has learned of the Jewels too, and is looking for them! What is the correct response to this, I ask you?”Silence held the training room. Huld thought that the Governor's question had been rhetorical, but then he realised a response was expected.“Ah,” he said. He weighed his options carefully. “To fight, Lord Governor?”“To fight!” said the Governor. He had stopped pacing and stood looking at Huld now, his green eyes verdant and wild as he raised his chin. “Thank you, Huld! There is hope for you yet! Yes, ‘to fight'! Why should we sit by with our nation's Primeval Jewel hidden away in a temple while the rest of the world runs around after the others, squabbling with themselves over who gets the most territory? If we had continued to do that, it would only have been a matter of time before some filthy foreigners came looking and retrieved it for themselves, or grew strong enough to conquer us with their own Jewel-powers! The Jewels are not to be hidden, Huld, they are to be used! If we make use of the Emerald, there will be no nation that can overthrow us!”Huld's jaw was starting to ache from how hard he was holding it tight. Discomfort churned in his stomach. The Governor had grown increasingly animated as he had been speaking, working himself up into a most un-Farrian passion. He knew that the Governor was a hot-tempered and impatient man, but he had never seen him like this.He had to do it. He had to voice his objection.“But Lord Governor…” Huld said carefully, “it seems to me from my experience with the foreigners that certain Jewel-elements are vulnerable to attack from others–”“Nonsense!” erupted the Governor, almost shouting now. Huld should not have questioned him. “You only think that because you are young in your earth-gift. Properly trained, a Farrian earth-wielder is unbeatable. How could we not be? We are the greatest fighters in the whole of Mid! Fighting is our very way of life! It is arrogant of any other nation to even think to hope that they could challenge us, let alone Morekemia! This is what you must demonstrate at the tournament in four days' time. When you defeat all of those foreigners in combat, you will show not only our citizens but the whole of Mid that Farr is supreme and that we will not be bested in combat. News of your victory and your abilities will spread to the other nations, and nobody, not even Morekemia, will think to challenge us militarily! And even if they do, we will be waiting for them, and we will crush them with our earth manipulation. Our army will be more than ready to do so once they have all been touched with the Emerald and trained by you as their Military Commander!”Huld bowed his head. “Yes, Lord Governor,” he said. Huld could see no other appropriate response. He knew of no other. Military Commander, he thought. That was a step-up even from ‘Personal Bodyguard to the Governor'.“Good,” said the Governor. “Now come. You have clearly taken to earth-manipulation quickly, just as I did. You have the basics well enough, but I have the advantage of many more years of training in fighting with earth. There are a number of advanced techniques I have to show you. And you will no doubt invent your own. That manipulation you performed on the foreigners in my chamber, for example–hardening the earth around their feet–was clever, but I have long since moved far beyond things like that. Let me show you. Take Dragon stance.”Huld did so, positioning himself side-on to the Governor, pulling one fist back low with a bent elbow for the ‘tail', and holding the other one up with his arm at a right-angle, with two bent fingers jutting up out of his fist, the ‘horns' of the dragon.“Good,” said the Governor. “Now, watch.”The Governor began to demonstrate his advanced techniques, training him, and Huld followed obediently, making the movements that his master prescribed and holding back from showing his astonishment at the techniques, participating wholeheartedly.Well, almost wholeheartedly.In the soil of his heart, a tiny seed of doubt had been planted. This is a public episode. 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Louise O'Brien reviews Wonderland by Tracy Farr published by The Cuba Press

La actualidad de la provincia de Zaragoza desde primera hora de la mañana, con Pepe Lasmarías y Mónica Farré: conoce los titulares de la jornada, el tiempo, el tráfico y la agenda del día

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

"Come on. No, no, don't do that. Don't give me the pouty batface." We have video today (!) for our special guest Carme Farré, who founded FaceToned®, and she shares her experiences as part of an FSHD family and how her techniques for facial fitness can help the FSHD community. If interested, you can arrange a free consultation below:

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

Va passar per les presons franquistes, on va ser torturada, va viure a la clandestinitat a Barcelona, i es va exiliar a Algèria i Colòmbia, abans d'una breu temporada a Cuba, ja camí de casa. Cristina Farré ha tingut una trajectòria vital atribulada que retrata a "Ho vam donar tot", la narració en primera persona d'una lluita d'esperances fallides en una revolució que no va arribar, amb el convenciment que, tanmateix, va valer la pena. Testimoni d'una època, el tardofranquisme, i de la violència a Àfrica i Sudamèrica, la Cristina va treballar de periodista i va pujar una família, mentre era fidel als seus ideals. L'entrada Cristina Farré explica una vida de lluita a “Ho vam donar tot” ha aparegut primer a Radio Maricel.

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.

Kimberly Farr, a candidate for #Trussville City Council, joins The Writer's Block podcast to talk about why she decided to run, what she wants to focus on, her background, and more!Sponsor the show: Gary.Lloyd87@gmail.com. #thewritersblock #podcast #Trussville #Alabama #community #campaign #election

Public transportation plays a critical role in Central and Eastern Pennsylvania’s lives whether they’re trying to get to work, run errands, or get to their medical appointments. The mass transit is changing, pitting traditional methods against things like rideshare services. According to Richard Farr, Executive Director of Rabbit Transit, technology has been a game changer in services they provide the public. “Now we're paying by cell phones. We used to have to print hundreds of thousands of schedules. It is now an app that tracks the bus in real time and provides people with real time information. So, I think really technology has really pushed us to the forefront, you know, working with Google where you can do trip planning, “said Farr. During the pandemic, mass transit decreased in ridership due to the shut down and social distancing. Greg Downing, Executive Director of the South-Central Transit Authority says they about 85-90 percent of where they were pre pandemic. “A monthly pass for us is forty-two dollars for the regular person and twenty dollars for a student. Now, when you compare what the average car payment is too individual, which is I think in 2025, it's over seven hundred dollars just for a car payment. That's not even including maintenance and insurance. We're talking about just actual dollars going back into someone's pocket. So, we have been constantly just preaching that public transit is the way to go. So, as we continue to build that message and continue to get that message out there, communicate it all to the masses, I'll say we're seeing that more and more. Whereas we had a low before we're starting to kick back up as far as getting our number, our ridership numbers back to where they were, “said Downing. Listen to the podcast to hear the entire interview.Support WITF: https://www.witf.org/support/give-now/See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Stats that are off the charts and highlight just how good Robbie is….in all sorts of Speedway classes. How recently, with a little age on his side and in post pandemic pondering, Robbie rediscovered circuit racing with a TA2 machine. Why he’s loving the challenge and how excited he is about taking it to Bathurst. We also reflect on rivals, some broader observations of Speedway in Australia and his deep passion for helping people to really experience the sport, not just take it in on the hill. Robbie is forthright in this convo and immensely proud of racing speedway in our corner of the world. What the future holds after spending much of his life on the road and doing 50 plus shows a year. Step on the gas for a fascinating part 2. Head to Rusty's Facebook, Twitter or Instagram and give us your feedback and let us know who you want to hear from on Rusty's Garage. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

An Aussie speedway star with a seriously impressive record. We’ve been wanting to get Robbie Farr on the pod for a while and he doesn’t disappoint. The influence of family (he started going to oval tracks like the Sydney Showground and Liverpool when he was just weeks old) and how he harnessed a bit of a ‘wild’ approach in his early years to become the complete package. Is the story of fudging birth dates to get a racing license an urban myth? How karting in his teens, when Mark Webber and Craig Lowndes were starting out, nearly lead to Formula Ford and a potential circuit racing path. The gripping yarn of driving a midget (speedcar) and learning that his car owner had saved his Mum’s life years earlier! And reflections of some of the teams he’s raced for in iconic cars that will bring memories for Speedway fans flooding back. Strap in and enjoy the ride. Head to Rusty's Facebook, Twitter or Instagram and give us your feedback and let us know who you want to hear from on Rusty's Garage. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Launch Today, Begin Again ep.759 R.L. Farr, the author of LAUNCH TODAY, BEGIN AGAIN, lives in a fishing community on a small island that often appears closer to realms of drakons and seal-women than to the mainland of the present-day world. Recently one of Farr's short stories has appeared in The Writers' Journal and an ecological essay in From The Ground Up.   ---- Listen Elsewhere ---- YouTube:  https://www.youtube.com/c/TallTaleTV Website: http://www.TallTaleTV.com   ---- Story Submission ---- Got a short story you'd like to submit? Submission guidelines can be found at http://www.TallTaleTV.com   ---- About Tall Tale TV ---- Hi there! My name is Chris Herron and I'm an audiobook narrator. In 2015, I suffered from poor Type 1 diabetes control which lead me to become legally blind for almost a year. The doctors didn't give me much hope, predicting an 80% chance that I would never see again. But I refused to give up and changed my lifestyle drastically. Through sheer willpower (and an amazing eye surgeon) I beat the odds and regained my vision. During that difficult time, I couldn't read or write, which was devastating as they had always been a source of comfort for me since childhood. However, my wife took me to the local library where she read out the titles of audiobooks to me. I selected some of my favorite books, such as the Disc World series, Name of the Wind, Harry Potter, and more, and the audiobooks brought these stories to life in a way I had never experienced before. They helped me through the darkest period of my life and I fell in love with audiobooks. Once I regained my vision, I decided to pursue a career as an audiobook narrator instead of a writer. That's why I created Tall Tale TV, to support aspiring authors in the writing communities that I had grown to love before my ordeal. My goal was to help them promote their work by providing a promotional audio short story that showcases their writing skills to readers. They say the strongest form of advertising is word of mouth, so I offer a platform for readers to share these videos and help spread the word about these talented writers. Please consider sharing these stories with your friends and family to support these amazing authors. Thank you!   ---- legal ---- All stories on Tall Tale TV have been submitted in accordance with the terms of service provided on http://www.talltaletv.com or obtained with permission by the author. All images used on Tall Tale TV are either original or Royalty and Attribution free. Most stock images used are provided by http://www.pixabay.com , https://www.canstockphoto.com/ or created using AI. Image attribution will be declared only when required by the copyright owner. Common Affiliates are: Amazon, Smashwords

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  

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Three expert scholars join the show to discuss the state of the field. My thanks to Dr. Cahill, Dr. Cothran, and Dr. Sweet. They have compiled important texts in the hope this bibliography can help aspiring minds to delver deeper. The full list is extensive and cannot be included in its entirety in the show notes, so please find a link to the complete list here.Blackhawk, The Rediscovery of America.Bsumek, Indian-Made.Cahill, Federal Fathers & Mothers.Cothran, Remembering the Modoc War.Deloria, Indians in Unexpected Places.Doerfler, Those Who Belong.Farr, Blackfoot Redemption.Gage, We Do Not Want the Gates Closed Between Us.Harmon, Rich Indians.Jacoby, Shadows at Dawn.Kauanui, Hawaiian Blood.LaPier, Invisible Reality.Meyer, The White Earth Tragedy.Ostler, Surviving Genocide.Raibmon, Authentic Indians.Roberts, I've Been Here all the While.Silva, Aloha Betrayed.Smith, Decolonizing Methodologies.Sturm, Blood Politics.Theobald, Reproduction on the Reservation. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Published 26 January 2025This is a massive episode, but it is so good. We celebrate Australia Day by talking to one of the US's greats - Bill Hardesty. Former World Champion in the J/70, Etchells, Melges 20, Melges 24, Farr 40, and match racing. He was also the 2011 U.S. “Yachtsman of the Year”. We talk about his journey, and the Etchells Worlds that just happened. We also rip into the Ineos/Ainslie Cup news, our new Vaikobi UV sun shirts, Vendee, Give you the inside gossip on SailGP in NZ, the RORC Transatlantic, plus so many more events.#billhardestysailor #americascup #RORCTransatlanticRace #vendeeglobe #etchellsclass #vaikobi #vaikobisail #radixnutrition #barkarate #sailingpodcast #barkarateconversations #worldsailingofficial #sailing #boat #ocean #sport #voile #sail #sea #offshore #sailors #sailingworld #extremesailing #foils #yacht #yachts #saillife #instayacht #sailingblog #instasail 

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

A few years ago, Adam Stoker and Laurie Jo Miller Farr hosted the Travel Vertical Podcast, a biweekly look at news, trends and jobs in the destination marketing industry. While that podcast isn't releasing new episodes anymore, its spirit lives on within TourismIQ. Laurie is now the Editorial Director for TourismIQ, and she joins Adam on today's episode to discuss her background in the tourism industry and why she decided to reunite with Adam to work on TourismIQ. Laurie also highlights the variety of content offered by TourismIQ, such as job postings, industry news and thought leadership opportunities. "So, innovation in the destination marketing space is a shared aspect of our community, and it's one that I really treasure because it's unique." - Laurie Jo Miller Farr TourismIQ If you're enjoying the show, please leave us a rating and review on Apple Podcasts! Subscribe to our newsletter! The Destination Marketing Podcast is a part of the Destination Marketing Podcast Network. It is hosted by Adam Stoker and produced by Brand Revolt. If you are interested in any of Brand Revolt's services, please email adam@thebrandrevolt.com or visit www.thebrandrevolt.com. To learn more about the Destination Marketing Podcast network and to listen to our other shows, please visit www.thedmpn.com. If you are interested in joining the network, please email adam@thebrandrevolt.com.

Did Travis survive the weekend on his dry January journey? D'Marco still tries to have Travis stay Dry past January and D Farr talks about wanting to Box a Kangaroo. What animal do you think you have a chance to win a fight against? And Greg joins the guys in studio because the guys talk about people that look like him. How would you rate the NFL Broadcaster such as Collingsworth, Romo, Brady and Buck? The Dodgers have signed Roki Sasaki and closer Tanner Scott. How good will they be? Who else will they sign? Producer Emily has her topics ready for FACT or CAP! When was the last time you got pulled over. Farr said he got caught last night. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Author Marshall Garvey joins us to talk about this blue-collar reliever who changed baseball history with one flap of his butterfly wings. Check out the new book! Interstate '85: The Royals, The Cardinals and the Show-Me World Series Card 222 on Beckett Marshall Garvey on the web and Bluesky Steve's profile on Outerbanks Coastal Life HOF Card Corner: 1993 Fleer Ultra Royals Review: 100 Greatest Royals Farr vs. Barfield, Game 3 1985 ALCS Stathead Search: 1990-1992 Relievers by WAR - (90+% of games as Reliever)

Rams Broadcaster D’Marco Farr joins the show to give us an opponent preview of the Seahawks season finale against the Rams. With most of the starters on offense sitting out for this game, what should we expect to see from the Rams? They are not sitting their defensive starters and Farr gives us some insight on some of their young defensive players. // Is there a chance we could see Tyler Lockett in a Seahawks uniform next season? He has said he wants to play another season and in Seattle and wants to do everything he can to help this team as a mentor, friend, and teammate. // Sweeping the Dial: WSU AD Anne McCoy joined the Bump and Stacy show to discuss the hiring of Jimmy Rogers as the new beach coach. Aaron Rodgers is finally saying what we’ve been thinking. Paul Finebaum has done the unthinkable.

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.