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FECK. DEADMAU5 powers down mid set. Aw, fuck. Oh, man. Did you forget to plug in the Deadmau5. I forgot to plug in the Deadmau5. Quick, create a diversion. Make it look like part of the show! STAFFERSON opens the charging port on JOEL's neck and plugs him in. He's not going to make it through the full set on charge mode, bro. I know. So what are we supposed to do. We're just going to have to play with him… MAU5 glitches uncontrollably at extremely reduced capacity throughout the remainder of the set. The 32B commences. LATER. DEADMAU5 charges in SLEEP MODE in THE DUNGEON. Do you think anyone noticed? Probably not. SAUFERSON! Did you forget to charge the Deadmau5 again?! THE BOSS enters THE DUNGEON lividly. No… You DID! Sorry. It's not entirely {Enter The Multiverse} Young Joel Zimmerman is eight years old. He will one day become one of the world's most renowned dance music producers. This is somewhat evident in his personality even at such a young age. JOEL grimaces uncomfortably. He seems somewhat different from his classmates— maybe even years beyond his age. About… 250 years beyond his age, to be precise. The adults watch in the distance with peaking curiosity. Oh. I need you to help me with something. What. This should do it. Hmm. Wait here. Why. Because. L E G E N D S Book One: Secrets Chapter One “The Wonder” Cinematic visions had been sweeping through my mind in vivid and dynamic glitches, something like a rolling wave of intercepted streams and shattered scenes— sleeping through the vile and sharp pains was not an option, but the visions were fluid as they always were, and the spirit stayed remarkably warm and close. I couldn't understand the constant knowing of it all, and so I weathered the storm, to which only somewhat delightfully, seemed to brew inside of Genie's eyes as he looked into mine. All I could know from beforehand was that he was praying, head bowed and very adamantly, his hands tied together as if the religiousness of the entire world rests in between his two clenching palms, the flat fingers of a whispered saint, but none at all— unholy man and righteous and indignant he, there was nothing so little as time that could put between us the doing and undoings. The things I pretended not to know. On this grueling occasion, there was this, the honorable and beloved Genie, sitting heavily on my consious. It hadn't been long enough since we'd last met that I ever thought to welcome his arrival, and yet for days, he had been encroaching his authority over me, something like a loon approaches moonlight. Somewhat dignified in a slight comparison to his last appearance, visionary or otherwise, he meant well. Gene DeLaney was a subtle old fool when he wanted to be— and a clever young one at most other and all times. A man of stature and status, however, he was poorly groomed in the nature of procuring revelations as such from an especially distant medium such as I— and even with his ties to the mark and surface of the full embodiment of the source, his alignments were of no use; I was sworn to secrecy. Destitute, though I had heeded his warnings about dear Louis, our fellow brother, with the markings of such wounds to see it that I had been betrayed, he appealed with a simple aching plea with the protective fury and exhalation of an older brother, which— to that he was—but also with the weathered and fearful of the unknown which made me keep my ways in the old world and not with the new. Despite what Gene could know, which could be everything or nothing, with the expectation that much like the little girl I nearly was in considerate comparison, I would appeal to this protectiveness, and truthworthiness, and it might as well have been a test of such myself; would I lie to him, even if he knew the truth? And furthermore, would I continue to conspire to protect Louis even if the whole of the truth was known in the wake of such a betrayal, and still— why? The why was really two parts of a greater whole, the first being that it was a matter of simple trust and loyalty on the one side in that were I Louis, I'd expect my keeping's to remain, and in the same stone's throw were I Genie, I'd expect his wants to be that I should do the same for him in all and any of his many hours of need. Still so, they were men, and they were brothers— and one to have the upper hand over another was a considerable part of the dynamic, however, and in many more ways than one, Genie outranked Louis in every matter of the sort, but besides this factor, the second part of the greater whole of my withholding, was this— Louis Greenworth was a very, very powerful man— beyond by some comprehension to most of us, if not and especially our kind, and I had already been hurt. Severely wounded, even, and with the knowing that this latest event might as well have been fatal— and probably was, with any recollection of the matter or the reorientation in the aftermath of such, I might have been approached as myself by Gene entirely new. As to say, to no avail such ties to death is the immortal, death being, most misunderstood by many, almost any kind of thing taking the concious mind or the spirit into any other world, or space, or time. With this love and care considerably so, Genie might have had his own personal motivations for prying into the light; his kind eyes and his handsome face, however, were trained in the art of my undoing, and having already been undone, and done over, I remained entirely in the safety of withholding, also knowing that Genie more likely than not what Louis had carried out. In all my thousands of years, perhaps even in the billions of such before time and world, and words, and glory, though I should have nothing to fear—I feared and admired the both of them deeply, one moreso than the other in matters of fear. I withheld feverously, coping with the loss of the satisfaction it might give Genie to have told. Instead, neither satisfied nor dissatisfied, he simply dissappeared, his kind eyes gone and turned away into the fog of the murky night haze. The relief was, however, that this was in understanding, and neither anger or the severity of severance. I loved them all too deeply for the bond to ever have been truly broken, and in return I had been loved throughout all time with all the colors of the world. Victoria Shriver-DuPont Gene DeLaney Louis Greenworth Faye Reginald Harper Chapter Two “Slip” Faye had warned me early on no matter what I did or what I knew of Louis and his keepings, to always let him win—at anything. To Louis, everything was a game, or rather, a competition, and it was important not to challenge his self riteousness and dutiful outlook. “Alright.” I almost always certainly trusted Faye, and certainly always at the very least understood her procurements. She was a worthy keeper and just as well unearthed truths, even well beyond just the earthly plane. I took it as such that we had become beyond surface matters, very distinctly and immidiately. The times were changing, but the ties no less the same— there were vows taken and oaths, mantras and fields of trust— the inner ties and the outer forests of what we could reproach as unknown— the truth was, it was almost as if there were doses of those kinds of tonics I could take, and others I could not. The lengths at which Faye Reginald Harper Downings went on behalf of her mark were a cunning sting on my inner knowings, still, I yielded to her bargains. She knew Louis better than I did, and either way, the more you knew about a man like Louis Greenpoint, the less you actually wanted. In such a case, we were all astounded to have become each other's jobs— hence the title, Keeper. My mark had no true title, as I just, rather was. A true immortal, I had been prone to dying for quite some time, and with each passing mark the outer world became more haunting and bizzare. Was I the ghost, or not? In this time and now, it was the others. Genie had warned me to run in the opposite direction of Louis, and by then it had already gone to far— and besides that, Ms. Downings had arrived sheer months ahead of time, seeming to have moved mountains to have come upon the dawn to report— the dawn, being, my awakening. I had lived and lived again and to this alone I was a ghost, but had been tied to my dear keepers and brethren as an admirer— and also, perhaps, to be admired, which was just enough reflected in my dear heart's eyes as it was the cold truth of the seers and the keepers— and the darker the under becomes, the more glistening the surface, and truly, in the caverns of the harsh light of the dawning, I could only amask that it had been not days and night since my last parting, as sometimes, generations— another marker for what was all to come, the knowing that I would be sheathed in truth. What Louis had taken Faye might have very well taken with it, but I was undauntingly and hideously unchanged from my oath. These things, even betrayal, were to remain, as I undone, as secrets. In truth, the Seeker's oath is not yet in the unkept truth, but in the disguise of the awakening it brings. Genie was belonged to by a power couple—Louis in this sense was also belonged to, but in a wary way to that these ties had been severed, and crossed, and cut, and broken; In my arrival, entire times had been shattered and worlds set to move in a backwards fashion, the sun as shining as to rise in the west, and set east, or to raise to the north with no southward bound to travel. There, in the time of my arrival, things had been ruined, and though coming as any does with the bearing of a name, Victoria Shriver-DuPont, to be called— I was nonesuch to any title at all. In this lies the betrayal, and in the dawn of my awakening there beconed the call of this man, dear brother Louis as not either his name or his title any, but of his calling. There, the truth had also been shattered and met with the time to call all of our brothers, as keepers and wishers, seers and seekers, knowers and keepers, to guide the light which calls. Chapter Three: “Gene Hope” As Televamgelests go, Gene DeLaney was not your average showman, either religiously nor by any given standards. His chosen stage name, or rather, bestowed harrowed the scene's Prince of Megatropolis, a gesture that all things reachable could be heard and felt by his voice and might. But more to know about Gene Hope—actually by law, Gene DeLaney were his highly publicized personal effects and efforts—appearances, connections, and politics. Well groomed in the art of culture and confirm, Gene had hoped to portray an otherwise arbitrary anyman, and yet was still in his way, a remarkable celebrity. There were wordless forms of nonconformity and rebellious ambition in his sheer collusion and pace. His walk, the elegance of a loyal court man, and the actual reverence of a madman, made him the go-to guy for all things knowing. The cruelty of it, being, that not particularly tied to that of the believes and mantras of a religious man, and in that the duty of nature being the times that we cross paths. The knowing but not all that is known, and thus, the keeping. I want to fold myself over in half I'm so in music with you I want to say words that make you laugh I'm so in music with you I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know wholesome no more I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know If I should open the door I'm lost to your world; But I don't want to go. I'm stuck in your notebook So wrong for you code But this is no (Recommended) friendship This is no means to an end I want the beginning of never ending But this? I just want it to end I'm as scared and as sorry As bad as I was I'm up in my bedroom, which hasn't a door I'm up in my head, and I haven't a code I wanted to get on the boat But the ocean was gorgeous And all the world kept me afloat You know I got no reason to act out It's tragic how magic just happened to pan out We're still drifting as Pangea, I wanted you to leave Just so that I could be there. You wanted potion for control You got it? I'm stuck in your notebook, So open the door You're right, She's adorable, all for you So goes the snow one and so As you throw the door, or the bone I called it a home for the force that was locking it all away I don't want nothing but wanting and wanting And I don't ant love I just wanted a sub direction This is just glimpses of perfect And glimpses of persons And glimpses of lessons This is just getting in heads, and more headaches And bed frames And glitches Santa Barbara, Ann Arbor— All the days and all the days and all thof ways Were still drifting away like Pangea (Only to do whatever you say) I was your heachache This wasn't monotony If it's all autonomy wel then someday, Maybe you'll make me For now I'm just an artificial Figment of this existence Joel wants a girl But Ive never been loved like a girl (I don't know how to be) And if whoever wants a woman When a man gives me the whole of it And only whatsoever then shall I amount to anything And anything at all, if love Is in the eyes and hands In either daughter or a son I've ‘M nothing at all If not a mother And I'm no mother at all, so Everything becomes impossible as one [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright The Festival Project, Inc. ™ & The Complex Collective © 2015-2025 All Rights Reserved

FECK. DEADMAU5 powers down mid set. Aw, fuck. Oh, man. Did you forget to plug in the Deadmau5. I forgot to plug in the Deadmau5. Quick, create a diversion. Make it look like part of the show! STAFFERSON opens the charging port on JOEL's neck and plugs him in. He's not going to make it through the full set on charge mode, bro. I know. So what are we supposed to do. We're just going to have to play with him… MAU5 glitches uncontrollably at extremely reduced capacity throughout the remainder of the set. The 32B commences. LATER. DEADMAU5 charges in SLEEP MODE in THE DUNGEON. Do you think anyone noticed? Probably not. SAUFERSON! Did you forget to charge the Deadmau5 again?! THE BOSS enters THE DUNGEON lividly. No… You DID! Sorry. It's not entirely {Enter The Multiverse} Young Joel Zimmerman is eight years old. He will one day become one of the world's most renowned dance music producers. This is somewhat evident in his personality even at such a young age. JOEL grimaces uncomfortably. He seems somewhat different from his classmates— maybe even years beyond his age. About… 250 years beyond his age, to be precise. The adults watch in the distance with peaking curiosity. Oh. I need you to help me with something. What. This should do it. Hmm. Wait here. Why. Because. L E G E N D S Book One: Secrets Chapter One “The Wonder” Cinematic visions had been sweeping through my mind in vivid and dynamic glitches, something like a rolling wave of intercepted streams and shattered scenes— sleeping through the vile and sharp pains was not an option, but the visions were fluid as they always were, and the spirit stayed remarkably warm and close. I couldn't understand the constant knowing of it all, and so I weathered the storm, to which only somewhat delightfully, seemed to brew inside of Genie's eyes as he looked into mine. All I could know from beforehand was that he was praying, head bowed and very adamantly, his hands tied together as if the religiousness of the entire world rests in between his two clenching palms, the flat fingers of a whispered saint, but none at all— unholy man and righteous and indignant he, there was nothing so little as time that could put between us the doing and undoings. The things I pretended not to know. On this grueling occasion, there was this, the honorable and beloved Genie, sitting heavily on my consious. It hadn't been long enough since we'd last met that I ever thought to welcome his arrival, and yet for days, he had been encroaching his authority over me, something like a loon approaches moonlight. Somewhat dignified in a slight comparison to his last appearance, visionary or otherwise, he meant well. Gene DeLaney was a subtle old fool when he wanted to be— and a clever young one at most other and all times. A man of stature and status, however, he was poorly groomed in the nature of procuring revelations as such from an especially distant medium such as I— and even with his ties to the mark and surface of the full embodiment of the source, his alignments were of no use; I was sworn to secrecy. Destitute, though I had heeded his warnings about dear Louis, our fellow brother, with the markings of such wounds to see it that I had been betrayed, he appealed with a simple aching plea with the protective fury and exhalation of an older brother, which— to that he was—but also with the weathered and fearful of the unknown which made me keep my ways in the old world and not with the new. Despite what Gene could know, which could be everything or nothing, with the expectation that much like the little girl I nearly was in considerate comparison, I would appeal to this protectiveness, and truthworthiness, and it might as well have been a test of such myself; would I lie to him, even if he knew the truth? And furthermore, would I continue to conspire to protect Louis even if the whole of the truth was known in the wake of such a betrayal, and still— why? The why was really two parts of a greater whole, the first being that it was a matter of simple trust and loyalty on the one side in that were I Louis, I'd expect my keeping's to remain, and in the same stone's throw were I Genie, I'd expect his wants to be that I should do the same for him in all and any of his many hours of need. Still so, they were men, and they were brothers— and one to have the upper hand over another was a considerable part of the dynamic, however, and in many more ways than one, Genie outranked Louis in every matter of the sort, but besides this factor, the second part of the greater whole of my withholding, was this— Louis Greenworth was a very, very powerful man— beyond by some comprehension to most of us, if not and especially our kind, and I had already been hurt. Severely wounded, even, and with the knowing that this latest event might as well have been fatal— and probably was, with any recollection of the matter or the reorientation in the aftermath of such, I might have been approached as myself by Gene entirely new. As to say, to no avail such ties to death is the immortal, death being, most misunderstood by many, almost any kind of thing taking the concious mind or the spirit into any other world, or space, or time. With this love and care considerably so, Genie might have had his own personal motivations for prying into the light; his kind eyes and his handsome face, however, were trained in the art of my undoing, and having already been undone, and done over, I remained entirely in the safety of withholding, also knowing that Genie more likely than not what Louis had carried out. In all my thousands of years, perhaps even in the billions of such before time and world, and words, and glory, though I should have nothing to fear—I feared and admired the both of them deeply, one moreso than the other in matters of fear. I withheld feverously, coping with the loss of the satisfaction it might give Genie to have told. Instead, neither satisfied nor dissatisfied, he simply dissappeared, his kind eyes gone and turned away into the fog of the murky night haze. The relief was, however, that this was in understanding, and neither anger or the severity of severance. I loved them all too deeply for the bond to ever have been truly broken, and in return I had been loved throughout all time with all the colors of the world. Victoria Shriver-DuPont Gene DeLaney Louis Greenworth Faye Reginald Harper Chapter Two “Slip” Faye had warned me early on no matter what I did or what I knew of Louis and his keepings, to always let him win—at anything. To Louis, everything was a game, or rather, a competition, and it was important not to challenge his self riteousness and dutiful outlook. “Alright.” I almost always certainly trusted Faye, and certainly always at the very least understood her procurements. She was a worthy keeper and just as well unearthed truths, even well beyond just the earthly plane. I took it as such that we had become beyond surface matters, very distinctly and immidiately. The times were changing, but the ties no less the same— there were vows taken and oaths, mantras and fields of trust— the inner ties and the outer forests of what we could reproach as unknown— the truth was, it was almost as if there were doses of those kinds of tonics I could take, and others I could not. The lengths at which Faye Reginald Harper Downings went on behalf of her mark were a cunning sting on my inner knowings, still, I yielded to her bargains. She knew Louis better than I did, and either way, the more you knew about a man like Louis Greenpoint, the less you actually wanted. In such a case, we were all astounded to have become each other's jobs— hence the title, Keeper. My mark had no true title, as I just, rather was. A true immortal, I had been prone to dying for quite some time, and with each passing mark the outer world became more haunting and bizzare. Was I the ghost, or not? In this time and now, it was the others. Genie had warned me to run in the opposite direction of Louis, and by then it had already gone to far— and besides that, Ms. Downings had arrived sheer months ahead of time, seeming to have moved mountains to have come upon the dawn to report— the dawn, being, my awakening. I had lived and lived again and to this alone I was a ghost, but had been tied to my dear keepers and brethren as an admirer— and also, perhaps, to be admired, which was just enough reflected in my dear heart's eyes as it was the cold truth of the seers and the keepers— and the darker the under becomes, the more glistening the surface, and truly, in the caverns of the harsh light of the dawning, I could only amask that it had been not days and night since my last parting, as sometimes, generations— another marker for what was all to come, the knowing that I would be sheathed in truth. What Louis had taken Faye might have very well taken with it, but I was undauntingly and hideously unchanged from my oath. These things, even betrayal, were to remain, as I undone, as secrets. In truth, the Seeker's oath is not yet in the unkept truth, but in the disguise of the awakening it brings. Genie was belonged to by a power couple—Louis in this sense was also belonged to, but in a wary way to that these ties had been severed, and crossed, and cut, and broken; In my arrival, entire times had been shattered and worlds set to move in a backwards fashion, the sun as shining as to rise in the west, and set east, or to raise to the north with no southward bound to travel. There, in the time of my arrival, things had been ruined, and though coming as any does with the bearing of a name, Victoria Shriver-DuPont, to be called— I was nonesuch to any title at all. In this lies the betrayal, and in the dawn of my awakening there beconed the call of this man, dear brother Louis as not either his name or his title any, but of his calling. There, the truth had also been shattered and met with the time to call all of our brothers, as keepers and wishers, seers and seekers, knowers and keepers, to guide the light which calls. Chapter Three: “Gene Hope” As Televamgelests go, Gene DeLaney was not your average showman, either religiously nor by any given standards. His chosen stage name, or rather, bestowed harrowed the scene's Prince of Megatropolis, a gesture that all things reachable could be heard and felt by his voice and might. But more to know about Gene Hope—actually by law, Gene DeLaney were his highly publicized personal effects and efforts—appearances, connections, and politics. Well groomed in the art of culture and confirm, Gene had hoped to portray an otherwise arbitrary anyman, and yet was still in his way, a remarkable celebrity. There were wordless forms of nonconformity and rebellious ambition in his sheer collusion and pace. His walk, the elegance of a loyal court man, and the actual reverence of a madman, made him the go-to guy for all things knowing. The cruelty of it, being, that not particularly tied to that of the believes and mantras of a religious man, and in that the duty of nature being the times that we cross paths. The knowing but not all that is known, and thus, the keeping. I want to fold myself over in half I'm so in music with you I want to say words that make you laugh I'm so in music with you I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know wholesome no more I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know If I should open the door I'm lost to your world; But I don't want to go. I'm stuck in your notebook So wrong for you code But this is no (Recommended) friendship This is no means to an end I want the beginning of never ending But this? I just want it to end I'm as scared and as sorry As bad as I was I'm up in my bedroom, which hasn't a door I'm up in my head, and I haven't a code I wanted to get on the boat But the ocean was gorgeous And all the world kept me afloat You know I got no reason to act out It's tragic how magic just happened to pan out We're still drifting as Pangea, I wanted you to leave Just so that I could be there. You wanted potion for control You got it? I'm stuck in your notebook, So open the door You're right, She's adorable, all for you So goes the snow one and so As you throw the door, or the bone I called it a home for the force that was locking it all away I don't want nothing but wanting and wanting And I don't ant love I just wanted a sub direction This is just glimpses of perfect And glimpses of persons And glimpses of lessons This is just getting in heads, and more headaches And bed frames And glitches Santa Barbara, Ann Arbor— All the days and all the days and all thof ways Were still drifting away like Pangea (Only to do whatever you say) I was your heachache This wasn't monotony If it's all autonomy wel then someday, Maybe you'll make me For now I'm just an artificial Figment of this existence Joel wants a girl But Ive never been loved like a girl (I don't know how to be) And if whoever wants a woman When a man gives me the whole of it And only whatsoever then shall I amount to anything And anything at all, if love Is in the eyes and hands In either daughter or a son I've ‘M nothing at all If not a mother And I'm no mother at all, so Everything becomes impossible as one [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright The Festival Project, Inc. ™ & The Complex Collective © 2015-2025 All Rights Reserved

FECK. DEADMAU5 powers down mid set. Aw, fuck. Oh, man. Did you forget to plug in the Deadmau5. I forgot to plug in the Deadmau5. Quick, create a diversion. Make it look like part of the show! STAFFERSON opens the charging port on JOEL's neck and plugs him in. He's not going to make it through the full set on charge mode, bro. I know. So what are we supposed to do. We're just going to have to play with him… MAU5 glitches uncontrollably at extremely reduced capacity throughout the remainder of the set. The 32B commences. LATER. DEADMAU5 charges in SLEEP MODE in THE DUNGEON. Do you think anyone noticed? Probably not. SAUFERSON! Did you forget to charge the Deadmau5 again?! THE BOSS enters THE DUNGEON lividly. No… You DID! Sorry. It's not entirely {Enter The Multiverse} Young Joel Zimmerman is eight years old. He will one day become one of the world's most renowned dance music producers. This is somewhat evident in his personality even at such a young age. JOEL grimaces uncomfortably. He seems somewhat different from his classmates— maybe even years beyond his age. About… 250 years beyond his age, to be precise. The adults watch in the distance with peaking curiosity. Oh. I need you to help me with something. What. This should do it. Hmm. Wait here. Why. Because. L E G E N D S Book One: Secrets Chapter One “The Wonder” Cinematic visions had been sweeping through my mind in vivid and dynamic glitches, something like a rolling wave of intercepted streams and shattered scenes— sleeping through the vile and sharp pains was not an option, but the visions were fluid as they always were, and the spirit stayed remarkably warm and close. I couldn't understand the constant knowing of it all, and so I weathered the storm, to which only somewhat delightfully, seemed to brew inside of Genie's eyes as he looked into mine. All I could know from beforehand was that he was praying, head bowed and very adamantly, his hands tied together as if the religiousness of the entire world rests in between his two clenching palms, the flat fingers of a whispered saint, but none at all— unholy man and righteous and indignant he, there was nothing so little as time that could put between us the doing and undoings. The things I pretended not to know. On this grueling occasion, there was this, the honorable and beloved Genie, sitting heavily on my consious. It hadn't been long enough since we'd last met that I ever thought to welcome his arrival, and yet for days, he had been encroaching his authority over me, something like a loon approaches moonlight. Somewhat dignified in a slight comparison to his last appearance, visionary or otherwise, he meant well. Gene DeLaney was a subtle old fool when he wanted to be— and a clever young one at most other and all times. A man of stature and status, however, he was poorly groomed in the nature of procuring revelations as such from an especially distant medium such as I— and even with his ties to the mark and surface of the full embodiment of the source, his alignments were of no use; I was sworn to secrecy. Destitute, though I had heeded his warnings about dear Louis, our fellow brother, with the markings of such wounds to see it that I had been betrayed, he appealed with a simple aching plea with the protective fury and exhalation of an older brother, which— to that he was—but also with the weathered and fearful of the unknown which made me keep my ways in the old world and not with the new. Despite what Gene could know, which could be everything or nothing, with the expectation that much like the little girl I nearly was in considerate comparison, I would appeal to this protectiveness, and truthworthiness, and it might as well have been a test of such myself; would I lie to him, even if he knew the truth? And furthermore, would I continue to conspire to protect Louis even if the whole of the truth was known in the wake of such a betrayal, and still— why? The why was really two parts of a greater whole, the first being that it was a matter of simple trust and loyalty on the one side in that were I Louis, I'd expect my keeping's to remain, and in the same stone's throw were I Genie, I'd expect his wants to be that I should do the same for him in all and any of his many hours of need. Still so, they were men, and they were brothers— and one to have the upper hand over another was a considerable part of the dynamic, however, and in many more ways than one, Genie outranked Louis in every matter of the sort, but besides this factor, the second part of the greater whole of my withholding, was this— Louis Greenworth was a very, very powerful man— beyond by some comprehension to most of us, if not and especially our kind, and I had already been hurt. Severely wounded, even, and with the knowing that this latest event might as well have been fatal— and probably was, with any recollection of the matter or the reorientation in the aftermath of such, I might have been approached as myself by Gene entirely new. As to say, to no avail such ties to death is the immortal, death being, most misunderstood by many, almost any kind of thing taking the concious mind or the spirit into any other world, or space, or time. With this love and care considerably so, Genie might have had his own personal motivations for prying into the light; his kind eyes and his handsome face, however, were trained in the art of my undoing, and having already been undone, and done over, I remained entirely in the safety of withholding, also knowing that Genie more likely than not what Louis had carried out. In all my thousands of years, perhaps even in the billions of such before time and world, and words, and glory, though I should have nothing to fear—I feared and admired the both of them deeply, one moreso than the other in matters of fear. I withheld feverously, coping with the loss of the satisfaction it might give Genie to have told. Instead, neither satisfied nor dissatisfied, he simply dissappeared, his kind eyes gone and turned away into the fog of the murky night haze. The relief was, however, that this was in understanding, and neither anger or the severity of severance. I loved them all too deeply for the bond to ever have been truly broken, and in return I had been loved throughout all time with all the colors of the world. Victoria Shriver-DuPont Gene DeLaney Louis Greenworth Faye Reginald Harper Chapter Two “Slip” Faye had warned me early on no matter what I did or what I knew of Louis and his keepings, to always let him win—at anything. To Louis, everything was a game, or rather, a competition, and it was important not to challenge his self riteousness and dutiful outlook. “Alright.” I almost always certainly trusted Faye, and certainly always at the very least understood her procurements. She was a worthy keeper and just as well unearthed truths, even well beyond just the earthly plane. I took it as such that we had become beyond surface matters, very distinctly and immidiately. The times were changing, but the ties no less the same— there were vows taken and oaths, mantras and fields of trust— the inner ties and the outer forests of what we could reproach as unknown— the truth was, it was almost as if there were doses of those kinds of tonics I could take, and others I could not. The lengths at which Faye Reginald Harper Downings went on behalf of her mark were a cunning sting on my inner knowings, still, I yielded to her bargains. She knew Louis better than I did, and either way, the more you knew about a man like Louis Greenpoint, the less you actually wanted. In such a case, we were all astounded to have become each other's jobs— hence the title, Keeper. My mark had no true title, as I just, rather was. A true immortal, I had been prone to dying for quite some time, and with each passing mark the outer world became more haunting and bizzare. Was I the ghost, or not? In this time and now, it was the others. Genie had warned me to run in the opposite direction of Louis, and by then it had already gone to far— and besides that, Ms. Downings had arrived sheer months ahead of time, seeming to have moved mountains to have come upon the dawn to report— the dawn, being, my awakening. I had lived and lived again and to this alone I was a ghost, but had been tied to my dear keepers and brethren as an admirer— and also, perhaps, to be admired, which was just enough reflected in my dear heart's eyes as it was the cold truth of the seers and the keepers— and the darker the under becomes, the more glistening the surface, and truly, in the caverns of the harsh light of the dawning, I could only amask that it had been not days and night since my last parting, as sometimes, generations— another marker for what was all to come, the knowing that I would be sheathed in truth. What Louis had taken Faye might have very well taken with it, but I was undauntingly and hideously unchanged from my oath. These things, even betrayal, were to remain, as I undone, as secrets. In truth, the Seeker's oath is not yet in the unkept truth, but in the disguise of the awakening it brings. Genie was belonged to by a power couple—Louis in this sense was also belonged to, but in a wary way to that these ties had been severed, and crossed, and cut, and broken; In my arrival, entire times had been shattered and worlds set to move in a backwards fashion, the sun as shining as to rise in the west, and set east, or to raise to the north with no southward bound to travel. There, in the time of my arrival, things had been ruined, and though coming as any does with the bearing of a name, Victoria Shriver-DuPont, to be called— I was nonesuch to any title at all. In this lies the betrayal, and in the dawn of my awakening there beconed the call of this man, dear brother Louis as not either his name or his title any, but of his calling. There, the truth had also been shattered and met with the time to call all of our brothers, as keepers and wishers, seers and seekers, knowers and keepers, to guide the light which calls. Chapter Three: “Gene Hope” As Televamgelests go, Gene DeLaney was not your average showman, either religiously nor by any given standards. His chosen stage name, or rather, bestowed harrowed the scene's Prince of Megatropolis, a gesture that all things reachable could be heard and felt by his voice and might. But more to know about Gene Hope—actually by law, Gene DeLaney were his highly publicized personal effects and efforts—appearances, connections, and politics. Well groomed in the art of culture and confirm, Gene had hoped to portray an otherwise arbitrary anyman, and yet was still in his way, a remarkable celebrity. There were wordless forms of nonconformity and rebellious ambition in his sheer collusion and pace. His walk, the elegance of a loyal court man, and the actual reverence of a madman, made him the go-to guy for all things knowing. The cruelty of it, being, that not particularly tied to that of the believes and mantras of a religious man, and in that the duty of nature being the times that we cross paths. The knowing but not all that is known, and thus, the keeping. I want to fold myself over in half I'm so in music with you I want to say words that make you laugh I'm so in music with you I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know wholesome no more I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know If I should open the door I'm lost to your world; But I don't want to go. I'm stuck in your notebook So wrong for you code But this is no (Recommended) friendship This is no means to an end I want the beginning of never ending But this? I just want it to end I'm as scared and as sorry As bad as I was I'm up in my bedroom, which hasn't a door I'm up in my head, and I haven't a code I wanted to get on the boat But the ocean was gorgeous And all the world kept me afloat You know I got no reason to act out It's tragic how magic just happened to pan out We're still drifting as Pangea, I wanted you to leave Just so that I could be there. You wanted potion for control You got it? I'm stuck in your notebook, So open the door You're right, She's adorable, all for you So goes the snow one and so As you throw the door, or the bone I called it a home for the force that was locking it all away I don't want nothing but wanting and wanting And I don't ant love I just wanted a sub direction This is just glimpses of perfect And glimpses of persons And glimpses of lessons This is just getting in heads, and more headaches And bed frames And glitches Santa Barbara, Ann Arbor— All the days and all the days and all thof ways Were still drifting away like Pangea (Only to do whatever you say) I was your heachache This wasn't monotony If it's all autonomy wel then someday, Maybe you'll make me For now I'm just an artificial Figment of this existence Joel wants a girl But Ive never been loved like a girl (I don't know how to be) And if whoever wants a woman When a man gives me the whole of it And only whatsoever then shall I amount to anything And anything at all, if love Is in the eyes and hands In either daughter or a son I've ‘M nothing at all If not a mother And I'm no mother at all, so Everything becomes impossible as one [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. 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Send us a textThe Professor and the Werewolf meet up in the fairy foundling factory to do the stuff that they do. They do it properly well and things. Vaughnt the Werecat is in at it all, and it all goes according to plan. Nay, it was not their plan but Lucifer's plan. She is dead good at planning and is that Devil-type person. I mean, it is as though she has the Werewolf on a leash and the Professor on a promise... of sorts. Join us on the ongoing adventure into nonsenseness as we try to. Feck up the fairy's plan. Shout hurrah as we go to war... of sorts. Grendel Press is our partner on this horror journey. Link: https://grendelpress.comPlease give us some support.Buy us a coffee at this link right here:https://www.buymeacoffee.com/WerewolfwilBuy a book about werewolves. Here it is, straight from a fang-filled mouth.Il LupoGreg's first Werewolf book. Brilliantly written characters in an incredible story. https://amzn.to/4090lpyA Werewolf's Storyhttps://amzn.to/3BjXoZuWerewolf the Colouring Book.What should I do this evening? Why not sit and do some Wonderful Werewolf colouring?  Red may be a theme.https://amzn.to/40k93l6Facebook Grouphttps://www.facebook.com/groups/werewolfthepodcast/Greg's X profile:@SempaiGregWerewolf the Podcast:@AWerewolfsStoryWilIntro partnership with Grendel Press.https://grendelpress.com/ Outro partnership with Grendel Press.https://grendelpress.com/Support the show

Feck! Arse, Drink! Girls!Yes, we are celebrating the wonderful world of Fathers Ted, Douglas and Jack this week. Not forgetting Mrs Doyle and the rest of the inhabitants of Craggy island. If you have seen this comedy you'll know what we are talking about and if this is your introduction then just thank us later.We are joined by our pod pal Father Harvey as we countdown our Top moments from the three seasons of 'Father Ted'. Almost an impossible task as there are just so many.Enjoy!Here's all our Gubbins - SOCIAL MEDIAwww.twitter.com/toptenpodswww.instagram.com/toptenpodswww.facebook.com/toptenpodsEMAILGet in touch with us right here:toptenpods@hotmail.comPATREONCome and support the podcast at Patreon for some great rewards including -BE A GUEST ON YOUR OWN EPISODES VIDEO PLAYLISTS FOR EVERY EPISODEEXCLUSIVE TTTOAP BADGEEPISODES 5 DAYS EARLY AND AD FREE!www.patreon.com/toptenpodsEPISODE LINKSApple: apple.co/3ica0FySpotify: spoti.fi/3BRhkypYouTube: https://bit.ly/3jQETisMERCH https://www.podcastmerch.co.uk/170026-top-10-of-anythingLINKTREEhttps://linktr.ee/toptenpodsBUY US A COFFEEhttps://ko-fi.com/toptenpodsSupport this show http://supporter.acast.com/the-top-ten-of-anything-podcast. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Welcome to The Video Store Podcast. Each week, I recommend four films you might want to check out, whether you're looking for something to rent or just want to expand your movie knowledge. This week, I'm diving into a themes that are timeless and relatable: rebellion, youth, and the struggles of growing up. The four films I'm highlighting are Over the Edge (1979), Times Square (1980), River's Edge (1986), and Pump Up the Volume (1990).Over the Edge (1979)This cult classic explores suburban boredom and teenage rebellion. It was loosely inspired by a real-life incident in California during the 1970s, where teens rioted in response to restrictions imposed by their parents and local authorities. It's notable for being Matt Dillon's film debut. He plays Richie, one of the kids at the center of the chaos. Directed by Jonathan Kaplan, the film's gritty realism was a little too much for studios at the time, it barely saw a release but later gained a loyal following through home video. The soundtrack, packed with Cheap Trick and The Cars, perfectly captures the direction of rock music of the late '70s.Times Square (1980)This film might not be as polished, but it's bursting with energy and heart. Directed by Allan Moyle, who later did Pump Up the Volume, it tells the story of two misfit girls who form a punk band and try to take over New York City. The movie feels raw, both in tone and execution, and the soundtrack is amazing, featuring artists like The Ramones, Talking Heads, and Patti Smith. Tim Curry has a supporting role as a late-night DJ, and his performance ties the whole rebellious tone together. The production was troubled, with studio interference cutting down the original vision, but what remains is still unforgettable. I love the way it capture the city itself as a character.River's Edge (1986)This is a darker take on teenage life, based on a true crime story where a group of teens reacted disturbingly casually to a murder in their group. It's an unsettling and atmospheric film, directed by Tim Hunter, who went on to direct episodes of Twin Peaks. Keanu Reeves gives one of his early standout performances, alongside Crispin Glover, who turns in an incredibly strange and intense portrayal as Layne, the self-proclaimed leader of the group. Dennis Hopper is also in this, playing Feck, a creepy recluse with a dark past. The film captures the nihilism of the mid-'80s, reflecting on the emptiness some teens felt during that time. This didn't appeal to me at the time because I didn't feel that same nihilism, but the older I have gotten, the more I can appreciate it.Pump Up the Volume (1990)This film is a little more hopeful, but it's still about rebellion. Christian Slater stars as Mark, a shy high schooler who runs a pirate radio station at night, encouraging his fellow students to fight back against corruption and conformity. It's another film by Allan Moyle, and you can feel his knack for capturing the spirit of young outsiders. The film touches on some surprisingly heavy issues, but it balances that with humor and energy. I think every kid who saw this thought about what their own pirate radio station would sound like.If you're looking for something to watch this week, all four of these films tap into the raw emotions of youth, with characters who are struggling to be heard in a world that doesn't always want to listen. Check them out, and let me know what you think.Thanks for reading Video Store Podcast! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.videostorepodcast.com

On this weeks Podcast @jennyandmaireadnow its starts with a tale of shrunken ears followed by Martha Stewart and Housewife of the Year. Jenny is devo about the binning of the 46a and Mairead tells all about the idea of 'sex scene night'. We hear about The feck it era and why we should all try to do something for ourselves every now and then and Mairead is looking for help (AGAIN) with a near dead plant. You can email us @jennyandmaireadnow@gmail.comor get us on Instagram @jennyandmaireadnowThanks to our sponsor @vhi_ie 

Merriam-Webster's Word of the Day for September 29, 2024 is: feckless • FECK-lus • adjective Feckless describes people or things that are weak or ineffective. // The agency's response to the dramatic increase in air pollution was well-intentioned but ultimately feckless. See the entry > Examples: "The players streamed down Columbus Avenue, serenading passersby with the Tilted Axes theme song; a pedestrian stopped and stared. When the Axes crossed Sixty-sixth Street, traffic momentarily isolated one bass player from the rest of the band, like a feckless baby elephant stranded on the veldt." — Henry Alford, The New Yorker, 22 July 2024 Did you know? A feckless person is lacking in feck. And what, you may ask, is feck? In Scots—our source of feckless—feck means "majority" or "effect." The term is ultimately an alteration of the Middle English effect. So something without feck is without effect, i.e., ineffective. In the past, feckful (meaning "efficient, effective," "sturdy," or "powerful") made an occasional appearance, but in this case, the weak has outlived the strong: feckless is a commonly used English word, but feckful has proven, well, feckless.

We are thrilled to welcome Chaz Ebert to Enlightened Empaths! Chaz Ebert is a critically acclaimed film/TV producer and publisher of the preeminent movie review site, Rogerebert.com. In her work and life with her husband, Pulitizer prize winner and iconic movie reviewer Roger Ebert, both worked to foster empathy through cinema and around the globe. […]

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Today on AirTalk, we dig into the nine California state props that have qualified for the November ballot. Also on the show, a look into why the Therapeutic Van Transport Pilot Program in LA may be coming to an end; Chaz Ebert drops by to talk about her new book ‘It's Time to Give a FECK: Elevating Humanity through Forgiveness, Empathy, Compassion, and Kindness;' we preview LAist's Tournament of Cheeseburgers at Smorgasburg this weekend; our TV critics review the latest shows; and more. What props are heading to the Nov. ballot? (00:17) Is LA ending a 911 mental health pilot program? (19:13) Chaz Ebert talks her new book ‘It's Time to Give a FECK' (34:51) Remembering Robert Towne (51:22) Preview: LAist Tournament of Cheeseburgers at Smorgasburg (1:09:29) TV-Talk (1:22:35)

If the covid virus was able to spread to every corner of the world than why can't goodness?That is the message from Chaz Ebert, the widow of the late film critic Roger Ebert. Chaz Ebert is a powerhouse businesswoman, lawyer, producer and now author.She has a message that wakes her up every morning and she is committed to doing whatever it takes to make it go viral. Chaz joins me in studio and explains why she wrote it's time to give a FECK. F_E_C_K Elevating Humanity through Forgiveness, Empathy, Compassion, and Kindness.Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/chazebert/Book: https://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1637632479?tag=simonsayscomYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCG1_DIh33LfXaiEiOscEyGQInstagram:  https://www.instagram.com/alitakguillen/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/10secondstoair/LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/alitaguillen/Web: https://www.alitaguillen.com/Web: https://www.10secondstoair.com/

Chaz Ebert is the CEO of Ebert Digital LLC, publisher of the preeminent movie review site RogerEbert.com; also legal adviser and TV and movie producer at Ebert Productions. For twenty-four years, she shared a life with Pulitzer Prize-winner Roger Ebert. In their work to foster empathy through cinema, they established the Ebertfest Film Festival and the Roger Ebert Center for Film Studies at the University of Illinois. Chaz has passionately continued to lead all events while nurturing film critics, filmmakers, and technologists through the Roger Ebert Fellowship. She awards the Golden Thumb and Ebert Humanitarian Awards to filmmakers who exhibit an unusually compassionate view of the world. View upcoming events https://cortneykanesides.com/events-calendarBook your private session with Cortneyhttps://app.squarespacescheduling.com/schedule.php?owner=20399524Join Cortney's VIP Inner Circle:https://cortneykanesides.com/vip-inner-circleSubscribe to Cortneys Youtube For more FREE Videos: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC8Q5YHXUyE0iKwXX_l2MPSATo Connect with Cortney or for more visit:https://cortneykanesides.comPurchase your copy of “It's Time to Give a FECK”Link iconAmazon | It's Time to Give a Feckwww.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1637632479?tag=simonsayscomTo learn more about the FECK Principles visit www.giveafeck.comFind Chaz on Instagramhttps://www.instagram.com/chazebert/?igsh=MXQ4eTltYXdkbmg0aw%3D%3DPreeminent movie review site RogerEbert.comFind Publisher Simon and Schuster on instagramhttps://www.instagram.com/simonandschuster/?igsh=d2dqOXlvaWN3ZnJ6

On this weeks Podcast @jennyandmaireadnow there is talk of the sun shining, saying goodbye to childhood things, nude runs, summer clothes, a child free life, distractions and The 5 more approach. You can email us jennyandmaireadnow@gmail.com

We say kindness doesn't cost a thing, but the reality is it must cost something or we'd be choosing it more. Today we talk about giving a FECK (forgiveness, empathy, compassion, kindness) and how we move from pithy statements to meaningful action. Here to help us do that is Chaz Ebert, CEO of Ebert Digital, the publisher of the preeminent movie review site RogerEbert.com, a legal adviser, TV and movie producer at Ebert Productions. For twenty-four years, she shared a life with Pulitzer Prize-winner Roger Ebert, and Chaz has passionately continued their work, leading numerous events while nurturing film critics, filmmakers, and technologists through the Roger Ebert Fellowship. Chaz has just released her book: It's Time to Give a FECK - Elevating Humanity through Forgiveness, Empathy, Compassion, and Kindness. It's time for us to start GIVING a FECK! And yes, I wish Empathy started with a U.  Connect with Chaz: Website: https://giveafeck.com/  IG: https://www.instagram.com/chazebert/  LI: https://www.linkedin.com/in/chaz-ebert-b3822545/  X: https://twitter.com/ChazEbert/  Like what you heard? Please rate and review  Thanks to our This Is Woman's Work Sponsor: Visit  https://www.heyfreya.co/ and use promo code TIWW for 25% off Quench to keep yourself hydrated!

Bestselling authors William Bernhardt (Lara Bernhardt has the week off) discusses the latest news from the book world, offers writing tips, and interviews Chaz Ebert, CEO of Roger Ebert Digital (named for her late husband, the Pulitzer Prize-winning film critic) and author of the new book It's Time to Give a FECK: Elevating Humanity Through Forgiveness, Empathy, Compassion and Kindness.Chapter 1: Opening ThoughtsBill mentions that James Patterson is hosting a new television show on unsolved mysteries. You can imagine Jesse's reaction.Chapter 2: News1) Meta (Facebook) Considered Buying Simon & Schuster—so its AI Could Scrape the Books2) Storiaverse App Presents a New Storytelling Form—and is Looking for WritersChapter 3: Interview with Chaz EbertDuring this warm and witty chat, you will learn:1) how her late husband encouraged her to write;2) what it means to give a FECK;3) how to be a gamechanger;4) how strangers come together in the name of love; and5) how she broke into writing books—and songs.Chapter 4: Parting WordsJoin us for the WriterCon Retreat at the fabulous Canebrake luxure resort from July 17-21. In addition to the writing instruction, you will received specific feedback on your work in progress—with lots of time left to enjoy the resort and get some writing done in a beautiful location. www.writercon.com/retreat/William Bernhardt's next book, Justice For All, is a battle royale between two Bernhardt series characters—Daniel Pike and Kenzi Rivera. You will be able to pre-order it soon.Until next time, keep writing, and remember: You cannot fail, if you refuse to quit.William Bernhardtwww.williambernhardt.comwww.writercon.com

After his talk with Tony Feck, founder of Sunrise Dental Solutions, on the Let's Go Win Podcast, JM Ryerson reflects on the financial health of dental practices. In this episode, he uncovers the pivotal role of setting intentions, the power of the law of attraction, and effective strategies for scaling your practice.Discover how sales can be reimagined as a potent form of communication, fostering stronger connections and business growth. JM and Dr. Feck also explore the critical importance of teamwork, systems, and leadership in crafting a thriving practice. This conversation is not just about achieving financial success but also about enriching your professional journey and personal life.Whether you're a dental professional looking to elevate your practice or a business leader seeking fresh perspectives on financial health and personal growth, this episode offers valuable takeaways that resonate with anyone aiming for success in their field. Learn how to work less yet make more, embrace sales as meaningful conversations, and understand the necessity of robust teamwork and leadership as the backbone of success in any practice.Tune in to redefine success and transform your approach to business and personal growth!Visit Let's Go Win Website: http://www.letsgowin.comListen to the full episode: https://www.buzzsprout.com/1105955/14942526Watch on YouTube: https://youtu.be/5RGPDExcD3Q

Episode #379: In today's episode of the "Let's Go Win" podcast, I sit down with Tony Feck, founder of Sunrise Dental Solutions, to dive deep into the financial aspects of running a dental practice. Tony shares his personal motivations and the inspirations behind his commitment to helping dentists achieve financial success. Our conversation is not just about managing finances; it's about discovering the profound impact that passion and purpose have on achieving professional and financial prosperity.Tony and I explore the essential strategies for dreaming big and overcoming the fears that often hinder success. He provides practical advice on how to enhance productivity and profitability through effective systems, ranging from quality team management to innovative patient engagement techniques. We also discuss the critical roles of sales and communication skills in fostering better patient relationships and increasing case acceptance rates.Tune in to this insightful episode to gain valuable tips and strategies that can help you transform your dental practice into a thriving and fulfilling business. Join us as we unravel the secrets to not just surviving, but thriving in the competitive world of dentistry.Guest bio:For nearly 40 years, Dr. Tony Feck has established himself as not only an outstanding dentist, but an effective mentor/educator, a talented author, and a prolific speaker. He started his first practice from scratch after graduating from the University of Kentucky with High Distinction in 1983. He and his team not only built that practice into one of the most successful dental practices in his state, but accomplished it through the concept of multiplication through subtraction – making more by working less.His ambitions took him well beyond the boundaries of his practice. He co-founded DOCS Education in 1999, and has served as clinical instructor for several cutting edge products and techniques. He is a much sought-after speaker on multiple topics for the success-driven dentist. He brings a unique blend of clinical and business acumen that has given him the reputation among those who seek his counsel as the ultimate dental coach to some of the most successful dentists in the country.Dr. Feck founded Sunrise Dental Solutions in 2005 in response to the void of customized support provided by successfully practicing dentists. Sunrise Dental Solutions has since become THE source for practice optimization by dentists for dentists.Contact Dr. Feck:Website: https://www.sunrisedentalsolutions.comDr. Feck LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/tony-feck-98031312Sunrise Dental LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/sunrise-dental-solutions/aboutTime stamps: 00:00 Introduction and Welcoming Tony Feck06:03 Seizing Opportunities and Making More, Working Less28:41 The Mindset for Growth and Overcoming Fear39:10 Sales and Effective Communication in Dentistry48:19 Conclusion and How to Connect with Sunrise Dental Solutions

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Mental health training and suicide prevention are the calling of our guests today on ABQ Connect. Gavi Ola Feck is a retired member of the military and an IFOC Chaplain. She facilitates Volunteer Organization Active in Disaster Training as part of the “Operation: BE KIND”... The post Gavi Feck, Desiree Woodland, & Gary Villa appeared first on ABQ Connect.

WTFDYW's Deadbeat Punk returns abord the Stevie and, begrudgingly brings his stowaway Katie Price with him. What adventures await them? Has Punk come to terms with his new crewmate and seen her good side? or... well it's "no, he fecking hasnt" isn't it.You can find him onlineTwitter BuzzsproutPhilthys ring stingTwitterAcast linkWebsite - TotalCultZone.ComElectronic mail - FKingHello@gmail.comMUSICArmageddon vacation introСукины Сыны / Sons Of Bitches (RU) - Мальчи…Ad breakLobo Loco - Helges Friend woke upNext week AD musicGiorgio De Campo - Freesound Music - Swinging i…F U Music"I'm gonna punch you in the face" - The Ch*ld M*lesters (I'm not putting that phrase in the bloody notesWebsite - TotalCultZone.ComElectronic mail - FKingHello@gmail.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

“Life Courses” at Calvary Church are practical, helpful courses designed to help address everyday needs, struggles, and areas of growth for believers. Dave Feck leads the “Growing in Christ” Life Course and joins us today to give information on the Life Courses.   For more... The post Dave Feck appeared first on ABQ Connect.

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Maria Feck ist Fotojournalistin aus Hamburg. Sie berichtet in unserer Podcastfolge, wie sich ihre Arbeit in den letzten Jahren verändert hat, welchen Einfluss die finanziellen Einbrüche der großen deutschen Magazine auf ihre Reportagen haben und warum Stipendien in dieser Misere zwar helfen, aber nicht die Lösung sein können. Shownotes Links Diverse Stipendien auf Journalismfund.eu. Stipendium […]

Maria Feck ist Fotojournalistin aus Hamburg. Sie berichtet in unserer Podcastfolge, wie sich ihre Arbeit in den letzten Jahren verändert hat, welchen Einfluss die finanziellen Einbrüche der großen deutschen Magazine auf ihre Reportagen haben und warum Stipendien in dieser Misere zwar helfen, aber nicht die Lösung sein können. Shownotes Madeline Stuart, Fashionshow von Amnesia, New York Fashion Week 2019 © Maria Feck Links Diverse Stipendien auf Journalismfund.eu. Stipendium der VG-Bildkunst Übersicht verschiedener Wettbewerbe und Stipendien auf Picter. Instagram von Maria Feck Webseite von Maria Feck In der Kategorie „Drei Frauen, die Dich inspirieren“ nannte Maria folgende Fotografinnen: Roswitha Hecke Nan Goldin Julia Sellmann Euch hat das Gespräch gefallen? Dann gebt uns doch eine positive Bewertung in Eurem Podcastplayer. Und wenn Ihr mehr großartige Fotografinnen sehen möchtet, schaut unbedingt auf der Webseite des Female Photoclubs vorbei. Sounddesign: Daniel Carlos Eisenlohr Ton: Christoph Scheidel / 79 SOUND Grafik: Mona Wingerter

This episode is about the various "tells" from government parties which point to the binary narrative that Leo Varadkar plans to apply to the next election. There is a blogpost to accompany this podcast, it will be available later today.

Come join the Dianassance, as From The Top! hosts Mary and Steven have a friend of the Pod, Jon Reilly on from Life is But a Song Podcast to talk about one pretty pretty girl in a pretty pretty dress who is underestimated, and took a decade by storm. From The Top! covers Diana: The Musical. Turn on some rock and roll, and enjoy a glass of champagne. Might as well slip into a sexy little black dress too. Happy Listening! @butasongpod - Life Is But A Song Podcast Instagram Spotify Link to Life Is But A Song Podcast FOLLOW US! For all the latest content and fun things to come, subscribe, hit that like button, and follow. Share with your friends and castmates and remember to rate us where you are listening! Thank You :) Also, tap the button to get notified, so you never miss an episode. ⁠⁠Listen Anywhere You Enjoy Your Podcasts⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠INSTAGRAM⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠Goosebump Worthy Broadway Playlist⁠⁠⁠ - FTT Spotify Exclusive Playlist Diana The Musical Album on Spotify --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/podcastfromthetop/message

Ger Gilroy was back in the hot-seat this week as Shane Hannon and Cameron Hill fought it out for 2nd place against the reigning Crappy Quiz champ, Arthur O'Dea. Enjoy!

Ger Gilroy was back in the hot-seat this week as Shane Hannon and Cameron Hill fought it out for 2nd place against the reigning Crappy Quiz champ, Arthur O'Dea. Enjoy!

BTK is the focus this week as we head back to true crime land, Arguably one of the most sadistic killers. We talk about his early days of stalking women and crossdressing, to his first murders and his need for fame. Dennis Rader wanted the world to know his name, and we do, because he's just another Sick F**k.

Sorry troops for the problems with the audio on the previous 12 attempts getting the show on the road. Thanks for listening and here's hoping we get the title wrapped up on Sunday. Bring Back Joe FFS. Hail Hail

Patrick is joined by Feck to make fun of John Travolta, discuss the somewhat pointless Joe Bob Briggs cameo, and cover the early internet phenomenon that is The Blair Witch Project. 

Remember 2012? What a year! In mid August however we had to cope with the end of London 2012, the best London 2012 of all time, it's Bugle 204 - What The Feck.Hear more of our shows, donate and see our live dates here: thebuglepodcast.com/This episode was produced by Chris Skinner and Laura Turner Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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FECK, Kill Donkeys! It's time for FOOD COURT, your favorite podcast, where we brave the malls and the movie halls so you don't have to!   Sean and Michael watched The Banshees of Inisherin, the new dramedy/funny bummer from writer/director Martin McDonagh! Will the lads feel like they just had pint of the finest? Or will they wish they'd choked on a finger? Tune in to find out!   So grab your popcorn, sneak in your snacks, and pop your pepto because it's time to get out the shears! Bon Appétit!

Julia ringer till... Ja, vem ringer Julia till? Och Louise tvingas ställa livets kanske mest pinsamma fråga till Sverige kanske coolaste (!) person.Ni lyssnar nu och tipsa alla ni känner om Sveriges soligaste (och roligaste) podd!Puss och tack till Hemköp och Otricare för spons i veckans avsnitt. 

WTFDYW's Deadbeat Punk returns abord the Stevie and, begrudgingly brings his stowaway Katie Price with him. What adventures await them? Has Punk come to terms with his new crewmate and seen her good side? or... well it's "no, he fecking hasnt" isn't it.You can find him onlineTwitter BuzzsproutPhilthys ring stingTwitterAcast linkWebsite - TotalCultZone.ComElectronic mail - FKingHello@gmail.comMUSICArmageddon vacation introСукины Сыны / Sons Of Bitches (RU) - Мальчики/Девочки / Boys/GirlsAd breakLobo Loco - Helges Friend woke upNext week AD musicGiorgio De Campo - Freesound Music - Swinging into La La LandF U Music"I'm gonna punch you in the face" - The Ch*ld M*lesters (I'm not putting that phrase in the bloody notes

Todays episode is with Kaleb Feck, a country music artist and 13R Army veteran. We talk about his time in the military, how to get into music and what it takes to make it in country music. Find Kaleb's music anywhere you stream your music. You can find Kaleb Feck on all social media platforms (except twitter) under @kalebfeckmusic. 

Keoki Jackson is a performance artist and educator working with sound and light to explore disparate intersections of self and identity. In this episode, they talk about the experience of transitioning and highlighting the importance of creativity during these moments.

What is Creative Courage & why do we need it?On this special episode of the show — which I'm releasing between the normal schedule — my guest James Victore helps me to explore why being creative is a matter of courage and why we should embrace it.A word of warning: the episode contains lots of adult language. It's also one that some regular listeners will absolutely love and some o really won't. Which is ok from my perspective. The point of the podcast isn't to produce bland content that might appeal to everyone. It's to bring you episodes that I hope will stimulate you and brign different perspectives. James Victore is an artist, designer and author. He's also a trainer and coach who helps people to unleash their creative sides. Having read his book Feck Perfuction — yes, that is the title — I wanted to get him on the show. I'm also in the middle of one of James' courses. Called, appropriately enough The Bad Ass Way. And yes, I paid full price for the course, so he's on the show because I think he's awesome, not for some commercial arrangement.On the show you'll learn what creativity is, why it matters, how we can find it, why we often don't get the chance to display it and the risks/rewards of making a career of it.
I love this episode and I hope you will too.To find out more about James, his book Feck Perfuction and his awesome courses visit: www.jamesvictore.comYou can also find him on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/jamesvictore/

In the Gaming Hut we provide advice on working with the  GM to play a mastermind character. At the behest of beloved Patreon backer Drew, the History Hut goes all the way back to 2004 for the tale of the missing Sri Lankan handball team. We venture into the Food Hut to provide estimable backer […]

At the height of social distancing, David Christian (nee Feck) went solo. After 29 years as the chief wrangler of the ever-morphing indie pop act, the musician went to work on For Those We Met On The Way. It's been strange couple of years for the singer – as it has for most of us. Christian and family left London for the pastoral French countryside. A mostly quiet life, as he describes it, with the occasional bicycling through the rain. The pandemic has also seen him experimenting with new methods of releasing music, including a prolific Bandcamp output, populated with ideas and songs that didn't make it onto vinyl.  

I'm a guest in a good friend of mines podcast Fiddlers Feck and I get interviewed by Mark Mc Cormack. Check out the Fidlers Feck podcast

For the first time ever, The Feckin' Check-In features a guest host, Erik Shaw, whom you might know as one of the hosts from Maiden A-Z! As 2me embraces fatherhood, we embrace a number of diverse topics, such as: making children cry, strange urinal interactions, "theatre" steaks, fake celebrity quotes, fan outrage, and the concept of having ice cream for every meal (metaphorically). FECK!

This week, I catch up with some heavy metal newz (z for you 2000s kidz, when "z" made everything 10% cooler), then, in anticipation for my Black Sabbath arc, I play a couple of clips of Black Sabbath deep cuts, followed by some 90s Motorhead. I finish off with some NWOTHM favourites, but you'll have to listen to find out what they are!   *Originally released February 20th, 2021

This week, I speak to night Demon frontman, and generally very busy bloke, Jarvis Leatherby. We discuss Night Demon's approach to releasing music, Jarvis's role in bringing Cirith Ungol back to the stage, what festivals like Keep It True and Up The Hammers mean to the scene, how Jarvis took matters into his own hands and ended up managing Visigoth, The Legacy Of The Beast video game - and a broader discussion about band mythology, and we even chat briefly about DDP Yoga! This was a very enjoyable episode for me, and I appreciated Jarvis's honestly and openness. FECK!   *Originally released October 9th, 2020

In today's conversation, we talk about adventuring and why more people should do it, what spontaneity does to you, and we also get to learn about our first guest, Luke Feck.Let us know what you think about the crazy story Luke shares. 00:00 Intro05:00 Who is Luke Feck07:40 Mountain Biking20:30 A Spontaneous Story42:00 Adventure and SpontaneitySupport the showCheck out the website HERE.We also have a blog so check that out!Want to support the show? We'd really appreciate it!Subscribe to Project Unaware on Youtube.Follow Project Unaware on the socials: Instagram Facebook TikTok Want to send us something or have any questions for us? Email us at: info@projectunaware.com And remember... go unaware!

With Gareth Myles and Ted SalmonJoin us on Mewe RSS Link: https://techaddicts.libsyn.com/rss iTunes | Google Podcasts | Stitcher | Tunein | Spotify  Amazon | Pocket Casts | Castbox |  PodHubUK Feedback: Gareth Williams Loved the podcast this week (as every week actually) particularly the chat about android in cameras. [Ref: Yongnuo YN455] Reminded me of my beloved and very much missed Samsung galaxy NX Mirrorless camera. Stupidly I got rid of mine along with a large collection of lenses a few years back and have been trying to buy another ever since. It ran android, had a sim card slot, variety of lenses and filters and gave some great images. To this day I believe it is the best incarnation of android and connectivity in a Camera. If I am lucky enough to get another I would happily send over for review. Hardline on the hardware: Steam Deck Handheld Games Console Launches Stream Deck 2 Launches + Elgato's Stream Deck MK.2 supports seven cute faceplates - What's New Anker's Magnetic Battery Bank 5K is a far cheaper version of Apple's https://9to5mac.com/2021/07/14/apple-magsafe-battery-vs-mophie-anker-iphone-12/ Pixel 6XL with a 5x Optical Zoom? Barracuda X $100 Headset Yamaha Yh-l700a Unveiled: Over Ear Headphones With ANC And Spatial Audio Knackered Samsung Screens on S20 Range Xiaomi's apparent Galaxy Tab challenger passes through the FCC Panasonic has a new fully rugged, modular Windows tablet Asus Chromebook CX9 Oppo Watch 2 Launch 27th July Samsung unveils a 1000-inch MicroLED display with up to 16K resolution Windows 10 Gets Another Five Years? Japan breaks internet speed record with a 319Tbps data transfer Flap your trap about an App: Windows 365 in the Cloud - Microsoft's ChromeOS! Netflix Announces it's Getting Into Mobile Gaming Hark Back:  Two-Way Radios (Walkie Talkies) Clippy Returns from the Dead! Bargain Basement: Best UK deals and tech on sale we have spotted Samsung EVO Select 128GB microSDXC UHS-I U3 100MB/s Full HD & 4K UHD Memory Card with SD Adapter Was: £15.99 Now: £13.59 2TB NETAC 2.5in SATA 3D SSD, £129.99 delivered LG's 2021 OLED TVs dropping to lowest ever price 2 Pack TP-Link Kasa Mini Smart Plug Works with Google/Alexa, £14.99 (+£4.49 non Prime) at Amazon - Was: £15.99 Now: £14.99 WD Blue SN550 1TB High-Performance M.2 PCIe NVME SSD - Was: £123.99 Now: £83.99 70%  Off Selected Xbox Games Samsung Galaxy S20 FE 5G - this was £699 now £475 (the 5G SnapDragon version) Xiaomi Redmi Note 10 5G £99+£10 Voda PAYG Deal (Locked to Voda) - Specs Main Show URL: http://www.techaddicts.uk | PodHubUK Contact:: gareth@techaddicts.uk | @techaddictsuk Gareth - @garethmyles | garethmyles.com Ted - tedsalmon.com | Ted's PayPal | Ted's Amazon | tedsalmon@post.com YouTube: Tech Addicts The PodHubUK PodcastsPodHubUK - Twitter - MeWe PSC Group - PSC Photos - PSC Classifieds - WhateverWorks - Camera Creations - TechAddictsUK - The TechBox - AAM - AAWP - Chewing Gum for the Ears - Projector Room - Coffee Time - Ted's Salmagundi - Steve's Rants'n'Raves - Ted's Amazon - Steve's Amazon - Buy Ted a Coffee

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