Podcasts about Ferrara

En ny læge dukker op i den søvnige by Ferrara. Indbyggerne elsker hans moderne praksis, indtil de opdager, at han er homoseksuel. Den slags går nemlig ikke ikke under 1930'ernes fascistiske styre. Det er forfatteren Giorgio Bassani (1916-2000), der tager sin læser med til det tabte Italien. Her møder vi også fortælleren i romanen 'De guldindfattede briller'. Han er ung og jøde og mærker i den grad fascismens konsekvenser. I dagens program taler vært Nanna Mogensen med kulturhistoriker og oversætter Rasmus L. Bojesen om Giorgio Bassani og mellemkrigstidens politik og kultur. Redaktør: Hanne Barslund.

12-27-25 Tune into ‘Eye on Real Estate’ with Dottie Herman featuring Lucas Ferrara, every Saturday morning at 10am EST at www.am970theanswer.com – or listen using the AM 970 THE ANSWER mobile app, available for Apple and Android – or listen using iHeartRadio, TuneIn or Audacy apps.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

12-27-25 Guest: Alfred Renna, DOUGLAS ELLIMAN SENIOR MANAGING, DIRECTOR OF SALES; AUTHOR: NEGOTIATING NEW YORK Tune into ‘Eye on Real Estate’ with Dottie Herman featuring Lucas Ferrara, every Saturday morning at 10am EST at www.am970theanswer.com – or listen using the AM 970 THE ANSWER mobile app, available for Apple and Android – or listen using iHeartRadio, TuneIn or Audacy apps.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

12-20-25 Tune into ‘Eye on Real Estate’ with Dottie Herman featuring Lucas Ferrara, every Saturday morning at 10am EST at www.am970theanswer.com – or listen using the AM 970 THE ANSWER mobile app, available for Apple and Android – or listen using iHeartRadio, TuneIn or Audacy apps.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

12-20-25 Tune into ‘Eye on Real Estate’ with Dottie Herman featuring Lucas Ferrara, every Saturday morning at 10am EST at www.am970theanswer.com – or listen using the AM 970 THE ANSWER mobile app, available for Apple and Android – or listen using iHeartRadio, TuneIn or Audacy apps.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Lettrice vorace, ha iniziato a cinque anni nell'inverno nebbioso di Ferrara, ha sognato la scrittura ed è diventata giornalista e autrice di dieci libri. Daria Bignardi ha lavorato in radio, in televisione, dietro al microfono di un podcast. Ha viaggiato tantissimo e delle sue esperienze ricorda soprattutto le persone e gli animali... compagni importantissimi e incontri rivelatori. Una produzione Corax. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

What if the biggest risk in deploying AI isn't the technology itself, but how your team is able to understand its most significant benefits? Agility requires more than just adapting your technology stack; it demands a flexible brand narrative and a creative approach that can evolve with customer sentiment and cultural shifts. This is particularly true when tackling a topic as hyped and misunderstood as artificial intelligence. Today, we're going to talk about what it takes to break the mold of traditional B2B marketing, particularly in the age of AI. We'll explore how brands can move beyond feature-focused messaging to create genuine emotional resonance and build a brand that feels both innovative and human. To help me discuss this topic, I'd like to welcome, Robbie Ferrara, Global Creative Director at monday.com. About Robbie Ferrara As Director of Creative at Monday.com, Robbie leads the creative vision for the brand, shaping global marketing strategies, defining messaging, and spearheading mass advertising campaigns that drive brand growth and engagement.Robbie oversees the in-house creative department and manage relationships with creative agencies and production partners to deliver impactful global campaigns. He also plays a critical part in evolving Monday.com's creative identity and driving its position as one of the fastest-growing tech brands in the world.Prior to monday.com, Robbie held creative leadership roles at Prime Video and Amazon. Robbie Ferrara on LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/robbieferrara/ Resources monday.com: www.monday.com The Agile Brand podcast is brought to you by TEKsystems. Learn more here: https://www.teksystems.com/versionnextnow Catch the future of e-commerce at eTail Palm Springs, Feb 23-26 in Palm Springs, CA. Go here for more details: https://etailwest.wbresearch.com/ Take a look a the Monday.com marketing campaign: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Hkcw_j8js0 Connect with Greg on LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/gregkihlstrom Don't miss a thing: get the latest episodes, sign up for our newsletter and more: https://www.theagilebrand.show Check out The Agile Brand Guide website with articles, insights, and Martechipedia, the wiki for marketing technology: https://www.agilebrandguide.com The Agile Brand is produced by Missing Link—a Latina-owned strategy-driven, creatively fueled production co-op. From ideation to creation, they craft human connections through intelligent, engaging and informative content. https://www.missinglink.company

Today on the show, Paul and Ben talk about technical issues, Ferrara candies, bank errors in your favor, the TV we're watching, characters we almost did, Kevin Pollack, walking out of movies, improv, mutton chops, rich people psychology, sophomore's efforts, and the Anybody But Ben sketch group.

What if the biggest risk in deploying AI isn't the technology itself, but how your team is able to understand its most significant benefits? Agility requires more than just adapting your technology stack; it demands a flexible brand narrative and a creative approach that can evolve with customer sentiment and cultural shifts. This is particularly true when tackling a topic as hyped and misunderstood as artificial intelligence. Today, we're going to talk about what it takes to break the mold of traditional B2B marketing, particularly in the age of AI. We'll explore how brands can move beyond feature-focused messaging to create genuine emotional resonance and build a brand that feels both innovative and human. To help me discuss this topic, I'd like to welcome, Robbie Ferrara, Global Creative Director at monday.com. About Robbie Ferrara As Director of Creative at Monday.com, Robbie leads the creative vision for the brand, shaping global marketing strategies, defining messaging, and spearheading mass advertising campaigns that drive brand growth and engagement.Robbie oversees the in-house creative department and manage relationships with creative agencies and production partners to deliver impactful global campaigns. He also plays a critical part in evolving Monday.com's creative identity and driving its position as one of the fastest-growing tech brands in the world.Prior to monday.com, Robbie held creative leadership roles at Prime Video and Amazon. Robbie Ferrara on LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/robbieferrara/ Resources monday.com: www.monday.com The Agile Brand podcast is brought to you by TEKsystems. Learn more here: https://www.teksystems.com/versionnextnow Catch the future of e-commerce at eTail Palm Springs, Feb 23-26 in Palm Springs, CA. Go here for more details: https://etailwest.wbresearch.com/ Take a look a the Monday.com marketing campaign: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Hkcw_j8js0 Connect with Greg on LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/gregkihlstrom Don't miss a thing: get the latest episodes, sign up for our newsletter and more: https://www.theagilebrand.show Check out The Agile Brand Guide website with articles, insights, and Martechipedia, the wiki for marketing technology: https://www.agilebrandguide.com The Agile Brand is produced by Missing Link—a Latina-owned strategy-driven, creatively fueled production co-op. From ideation to creation, they craft human connections through intelligent, engaging and informative content. https://www.missinglink.company

3:25 Tsitsipas e la racchetta nuova;8:19 Ruud, Sinner e i gradini;16:16 RadioTarta;26:16 Fognini - Alcaraz a Wimbledon;30:51 Dimitrov - Sinner a Wimbledon;37:01 Tallon Griekspoor;48:36 Alejandro Davidovich Fokina;54:59 Valentin Vacherot;1:03:27 Jannik Sinner ha vinto Wimbledon;1:12:02 Il tributo del Roland Garros a Nadal;1:16:41 L'infortunio di Holger Rune;1:24:55 La partita dell'anno;1:34:38 Momenti bizzarri;1:36:52 Il pianto di Umberto di Ferrara;1:43:05 Habemus Papam. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit telegrammiditennis.substack.com

12-13-25 Tune into ‘Eye on Real Estate’ with Dottie Herman featuring Lucas Ferrara, every Saturday morning at 10am EST at www.am970theanswer.com – or listen using the AM 970 THE ANSWER mobile app, available for Apple and Android – or listen using iHeartRadio, TuneIn or Audacy apps.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Ludovico Ariosto (1474–1533) fue un destacado poeta italiano del Renacimiento, célebre por su obra «Orlando furioso», un extenso poema épico que se convirtió en uno de los mayores logros literarios de la literatura italiana. Nacimiento: Ferrara, Italia, 8 de septiembre de 1474. Muerte: Ferrara, 6 de julio de 1533. Vivió durante el Renacimiento italiano y fue contemporáneo de Maquiavelo y de otros grandes humanistas. Obra más famosa: Orlando furiosoPublicada por primera vez en 1516 (versión final en 1532), continúa la historia del caballero Orlando (Rolando) iniciada por Matteo Maria Boiardo en «Orlando innamorato». El poema combina caballería, amor, fantasía, locura, y elementos mitológicos. Narra la guerra entre cristianos y sarracenos y las aventuras de múltiples personajes, destacando la locura de Orlando por amor a Angélica.Tiene una estructura de octavas reales (estrofas de ocho versos endecasílabos con rima ABABABCC). Fue muy influyente en la literatura posterior, admirado por autores como Cervantes, Shakespeare y Tasso. Ariosto fue también dramaturgo y funcionario de la corte de los duques de Este, mecenas de las artes en Ferrara. Escribió algunas comedias en prosa y verso (como «La Cassaria» y «I Suppositi»). Su estilo combina ironía, erudición clásica, y un tono narrativo fluido y elegante.

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Have you ever thought, “I wish I had recorded Grandma's stories before she passed”—and realized you waited too long? In this episode of Smart Women Talk, host Katana Abbott interviews Lauren Ferrara, former TV news anchor and founder of Why Wait Stories, about why our stories are one of the most meaningful legacies we can leave behind. Lauren shares how losing her dad—and filming his memorial—changed the entire course of her life and career. She explains why there's no such thing as an “ordinary” life, how storytelling can be deeply healing, and why women's stories in particular are often overlooked but absolutely essential. In this episode, you'll discover:Why capturing stories can matter just as much as passing down money or heirloomsHow to start recording family stories using nothing more than your phoneCreative ways to use photos, old home movies, and even memorials as story-gathering momentsThe unexpected emotional and healing power of telling and hearing family storiesHow sharing stories can help the next generation understand the values behind their inheritanceWhether you're a parent, grandparent, or daughter carrying forward your family's history, this conversation will inspire you to stop waiting and start capturing the stories that matter most.Connect with Lauren Ferrara: Website: whywaitstories.comLearn more about Smart Women's Empowerment: Get free resources, courses, and updates at JoinSmartWomen.com.

Mario Bellettato"A tavola tra Venezia e Ferrara"Storie, personaggi e ricette: la cucina popolare nella bassa valle del PoRemWeb / Apogeo Editorewww.remweb.itLe società occidentali hanno tentato di esorcizzare lo spettro della fame, trasformando alimentazione, cibo e gastronomia in un business complesso e articolato che entra nella vita quotidiana di tutti noi, senza neppure che ce ne rendiamo conto. La ristorazione si è sviluppata segmentandosi in una serie infinita di proposte che vanno dal drive-in asettico dei fast-food alla liturgia rituale dei ristoranti stellati con lista di prenotazione, senza soluzione di continuità. Il consumo di cibo si è diversificato includendo cucine regionali e gastronomie etniche vere o presunte, outlet per il cosiddetto take-away, consegne a domicilio gestite da ibernatori furgonati di pochi scrupoli o da scooteristi con scarso senso dell'orientamento. Anche la grande distribuzione ha sviluppato corner per offrire i piatti che un tempo erano il feudo tradizionale delle rosticcerie, mentre la TV propone format di ogni taglio e genere che si occupano comunque di cucina e gastronomia. Per non parlare dei social, dove è difficile distinguere i professionisti dagli apprendisti stregoni improvvisati che aspirano al famoso quarto d'ora di celebrità e in quelle paludi del web non si riesce a sfuggire alle legioni di arricchiti che ostentano il piatto costoso servito nel ristorante alla moda in puro stile cafonal. Secondo alcuni questo progresso ci ha arricchiti, ha aperto i confini di una cultura alimentare provinciale e ristretta, a me talvolta sembra che in questa babele fatta di superficialità e mode effimere abbiamo smarrito la “bussola”, quel buon senso che solo cinquant'anni fa caratterizzava il rapporto tra l'uomo e il cibo e che proponeva una cucina legata alla stagionalità, alla tipicità, al sapore e a una sana parsimonia. Ho raccolto in questo libro un centinaio di ricette tipiche della bassa padana, un'eredità preziosa che ci riporta ad una gastronomia “domestica”, alla portata di molti, se non di tutti, caratterizzata da sapori autentici e straordinari.[...] Ma non ci si improvvisa curiosi ed affabulatori, qui troviamo ricreate testimonianze autentiche di vita che hanno origine in un'acuta capacità di osservazione ed in un innato talento narrativo, esercitati dall'autore in anni di vita paesana e di viaggi in giro per il mondo: un teatro intimo che ha sempre portato con sé. Mario Bellettato non scrive da gastronomo né da etnografo, non si erge ad esperto di alcuna disciplina storiografica: la sua è una scrittura colta, ironica, semplicemente intelligente, attraverso la quale ci fa assistere allo spettacolo del quotidiano mangiare, la storia che fu di tutti noi.dalla prefazione di Chiara CrepaldiDiventa un supporter di questo podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/il-posto-delle-parole--1487855/support.IL POSTO DELLE PAROLEascoltare fa pensarehttps://ilpostodelleparole.it/

12-6-25 Tune into ‘Eye on Real Estate’ with Dottie Herman featuring Lucas Ferrara, every Saturday morning at 10am EST at www.am970theanswer.com – or listen using the AM 970 THE ANSWER mobile app, available for Apple and Android – or listen using iHeartRadio, TuneIn or Audacy apps.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Il segretario della difesa statunitense Pete Hegseth è finito al centro delle polemiche per un attacco compiuto il 2 settembre per affondare una presunta barca di narcotrafficanti venezuelani. Con Serena Forlati, docente di diritto internazionale all'Università di Ferrara.Il 1 dicembre decine di migliaia di persone hanno manifestato a Sofia contro la legge di bilancio e la corruzione del governo bulgaro. Con Francesco Martino, giornalista, da Sofia.Oggi parliamo anche di:Musica • I'm a stranger here myself - Wainwright does Weill di di Rufus WainwrightCi piacerebbe sapere cosa pensi di questo episodio. Scrivici a podcast@internazionale.it Se ascolti questo podcast e ti piace, abbonati a Internazionale. È un modo concreto per sostenerci e per aiutarci a garantire ogni giorno un'informazione di qualità. Vai su internazionale.it/abbonatiConsulenza editoriale di Chiara NielsenProduzione di Claudio Balboni e Vincenzo De SimoneMusiche di Tommaso Colliva e Raffaele ScognaDirezione creativa di Jonathan Zenti

®La storiografia ci riporta la notizia che il duca Ercole I d'Este preferiva la musica di Jacob Obrecht a quella degli altri compositori. Non ci meraviglia quindi che la Missa Caput sia pervenuta a noi attraverso un manoscritto copiato alla Corte di Ferrara. Si tratta di un'opera probabilmente scritta attorno al 1440 e divenuta estremamente celebre in tutta Europa. Costruita su un cantus firmus la cui origine è rimasta sconosciuta fino al 1950 quando il musicologo Manfred Bukofzer scopri che si trattava dell'ultimo melisma dell'antifona gregoriana Venit ad Petrum cantata il Giovedì santo per commemorare il gesto di Gesù che lavò i piedi agli apostoli. Stilisticamente innovativa, prorompente ed esaltante del testo, la pagina di Obrecht rompe gli schemi delle concezioni fiamminghe e apre nuove vie che segneranno in prima battuta il contesto musicale italiano per poi influenzare il resto del continente.Prima emissione: 3 marzo 2024

11-29-25 Tune into ‘Eye on Real Estate’ with Dottie Herman featuring Lucas Ferrara, every Saturday morning at 10am EST at www.am970theanswer.com – or listen using the AM 970 THE ANSWER mobile app, available for Apple and Android – or listen using iHeartRadio, TuneIn or Audacy apps.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Morena Pedriali Errani was born and raised in Ferrara, by a Sinti family of circus artists and owners. She is also a circus artist, an activist for Romani rights and part of the communications team for Movimento Kethane. She has been a finalist for the Premio Campiello Giovani and Premio Chiara Giovani. She presented some of her writing at the European Parliament in Brussels, through the Roma association Phiren Amenca. She is the author of Before You Close Your Eyes and The Sky Above of Gaza Doesn't Ever Color.About Morena's workRoma crushes: Morena's family and Laura GrecaleYou can book 1:1 readings with Jez at jezminavonthiele.com, and book readings and holistic healing sessions with Paulina at romaniholistic.com.Thank you for listening to Romanistan podcast.You can find us on Instagram, TikTok, BlueSky, and Facebook @romanistanpodcast, and on Twitter @romanistanpod. To support us, Join our Patreon for extra content or donate to Ko-fi.com/romanistan, and please rate, review, and subscribe. It helps us so much. Follow Jez on Instagram @jezmina.vonthiele & Paulina @romaniholistic. You can get our book Secrets of Romani Fortune Telling, online or wherever books are sold. If you love it, please give us 5 stars on Amazon & Goodreads. Visit https://romanistanpodcast.com for events, educational resources, merch, and more. Email us at romanistanpodcast@gmail.com for inquiries. Romanistan is hosted by Jezmina Von Thiele and Paulina StevensConceived of by Paulina StevensEdited by Viktor PachasWith Music by Viktor PachasAnd Artwork by Elijah VardoSupport the show

We had a chance to catch up with Mike Noordzy from Mothguts and Cody McCorry from We Used to Cut the Grass to talk about this upcoming show.  The two of them collaborated on two sound pieces that set the tone for our discussion.  While what they performed is not what they will be playing at the show, Mike and Cody are two truly inspired and creative people who represent the best of Asbury Park!Mothguts 20th Anniversary Show & We Used to Cut the Grassplus Mono Means Onehttps://apboardwalk.com/news/events/mothguts-we-used-to-cut-the-grass/MOTHGUTSMothguts is a New Jersey–based instrumental quartet known for smashing together the worlds of death metal, free jazz, grunge, grindcore, noise, and sludge into a relentless sonic assault. Founded in 2005, the band has carved out a reputation for fearless experimentation, chaotic energy, and a sound that refuses to be contained by genre.The lineup features Mike Noordzy on bass, Ben Ross on drums, Anthony Ware on alto saxophone, and Chris Welcome on guitar. Together, they've cultivated a brutal yet boundary-defying aesthetic, marked by blistering improvisation and crushing heaviness.Now celebrating their 20th anniversary, Mothguts remains a singular force in the underground, revered for their uncompromising creativity and blistering live shows. Two decades in, the band continues to blur boundaries and challenge listeners with music that is as punishing as it is visionary.WE USED TO CUT THE GRASSWe Used to Cut the Grass is a shapeshifting experimental ensemble led by composer/bassist Cody McCorry, most frequently appearing as a 10-piece band known for heavy brass and two tightly synchronized drum kits. Heavily inspired by the likes of Frank Zappa, John Zorn and Sun Ra, the band has roots in the blurred zone between progressive rock and jazz fusion, but has since stretched further into post-rock and experimental endeavors, reaching from orchestral/chamber works to absurdist sound collage. The group's sophomore album, “We Used to Cut the Grass #2,” is the follow up to their similarly self-titled album released in 2022. It has been described by math rock periodical Fecking Bahamas as “a much needed joyride.” On the album and its composer, Prog Critique has this to say: “I don't know if he's a genius or a brilliant madman… [the album] surprises, it disorients, as much as it captivates… have we ever seen a band cover such a rich palette?”MONO MEANS ONEMono Means One is a psychedelic prog trio and the brainchild of bassist and composer John Ferrara, best known as the bass player and co-founder of the acclaimed world fusion band “Consider the Source.” Mono Means One's sound contains melancholic melodies, rich sonic textures with Drum ‘N' Bass grooves and Mathrock sensibilities. Half composed and half improvised, the music is often dark, with moments of calm serenity and other times heavy, oscillating between chill grooves to almost unbearable intensity. Originally composed entirely on the bass guitar, John paired up with Rob Madore (Drums) and Isaac Young (Keys) to add intensely nuanced beats with futuristic colorful sonic textures. All three members produce a sound that is powerful and unique all to their own.Ferrara has been dubbed the “Unsung Genius” of bass tapping by bass sensation Charles Berthoud, is a teacher at Scotts Bass Lessons, and has been featured in Bass Magazine, NoTreble, Bass Musician magazine among many other publications.Doors 7:00 PMShow 8:00 PM21+ admitted Asbury Park Vibes Podcast Available on Spotify, Apple, Google, iHeart, Audible, and PandoraHosted by Diane DiMemmo & Doug DresherCopyright 2020-2025 Asbury Park Vibes. All rights reserved.

You can now text us anonymously to leave feedback, suggest future content or simply hurl abuse at us. We'll read out any texts we receive on the show. Click here to try it out!Christopher Walken, Larry Fishburne, and Abel Ferrara's moral abyss of a movie. This week, the dads descend into King of New York, the neon-slick crime drama that turns Manhattan into a fever dream of violence, power, and warped justice.Walken plays Frank White, a freshly released drug lord who wants to “give back” — but only by murdering every rival and funding a hospital with blood money. His crew? Mostly Black. His moral compass? Bent beyond repair. His dance moves? Still pure Walken.What we coverCrime and capitalism: Frank's twisted logic — kill the competition, save the city.The Walken mystique: Dead eyes, slick hair, spontaneous robot dances.Larry Fishburne's “Jimmy Jump”: One of the great chaotic sidekicks — all swagger, coke, and AK-47s.Cops vs crooks: Caruso and Snipes as furious detectives who decide to skip due process and go full vigilante.Ferrara's vision: A New York that's nihilistic, sweaty, and corrupt from top to bottom.The politics of power: Race, class, loyalty, and the delusion of doing “good” through evil.The ending: Blood, subways, and one of Walken's best death scenes — calm, eerie, inevitable.Why listen?Because it's peak Bad Dads territory: a film that's stylish, sleazy, and morally bankrupt, yet impossible to look away from. We argue about whether Frank's warped Robin Hood act has any truth to it, trade notes on 1990s cop-movie chaos, and try to work out how this didn't end every actor's career.

Margherita, 26 anni, cresce a Cutrofiano in una famiglia dove i soldi “non mancano” ma si nominano a bassa voce. Dal padre, ingegnere informatico salito per gradi dalle radici contadine, eredita una bussola severa: ogni spesa è una responsabilità. «Per molti spendere è libertà o espressione. Io invece—anche da bambina—ci pensavo mille volte prima di farlo». Studia Economia a Ferrara, si laurea con il massimo dei voti, poi la magistrale in Marketing a Torino: sempre in pari, mai un “colpo a vuoto”. In testa, un obiettivo chiaro: far sì che le spese sostenute dai genitori durino il meno possibile.Poi, finita l'università, la promessa del merito si sgonfia. «Avevo già dato tutto nello studio. Ero pronta a mostrare ciò che avevo imparato e a diventare indipendente. Ma non è stato così semplice». Torna in Puglia, torna in famiglia, torna l'ansia di “pesare”. I dati lo confermano: a due anni dal titolo, la disoccupazione tra i neolaureati resta intorno al 9–11%. «Non si parla abbastanza di quanto sia difficile il passaggio dall'università al lavoro», dice. Dopo centinaia di candidature, trova un posto nel marketing: prima stage da 700 euro al mese, poi apprendistato triennale da 1.200. I conti tornano perché vive a Gallipoli in una casa dei genitori, ma il lavoro non è quello che immaginava: «Mi sentivo regredita sotto ogni punto di vista… Non era la carriera da film che avevo pensato».L'overqualification logora fiducia e portafogli. Finché il padre le suggerisce ciò che lei non avrebbe osato: un master. Margherita fa i conti e capisce che con i risparmi dei primi due anni può coprire l'affitto a Roma, mentre per la retta ricorre a un prestito d'onore.È l'ennesima spesa “per studiare”, ma anche un tentativo di riallineare desideri e realtà, paura e ambizione. «Mi sento in colpa, ma sapere che i miei non stanno sacrificando nulla mi alleggerisce. Se dovesse andare male, ho tutta la vita per poter recuperare i soldi spesi». La sua storia parla di una generazione che paga—in tempo e denaro—il pedaggio tra laurea e lavoro. Dove l'educazione all'autonomia è anche imparare quando investire ancora su di sé.

Art Historian Eleanor Walker joins us this episode to discuss the life and patronage of Isabella d'Este, Marchioness of Mantua. Isabella perfectly bridges the northern courts of Este Ferrara and Gonzaga Mantua, serving as the pivotal figure who united the two courts.Eleanor Walker introduces us to the life and vibrant personality of this Renaissance giant, looking at the scope and limitations of women in power in the northern courts. Then we turn to her patronage, diving deep into her portrait by Titian and a copy of another Titian portrait of Isabella by the Baroque master Peter Paul Rubens. Works Discussed: Titian, Isabella in Black, ca. 1536 https://www.khm.at/kunstwerke/isabella-d-este-markgraefin-von-mantua-1474-1539-1940Peter Paul Rubes, Isabella in Red (copied after Titian), ca. 1605 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isabella_in_Red_(Rubens)Support/Watch/Follow: https://linktr.ee/italian_renaissance_podcastJennifer Samit and Eleanor Walker, Women Artists in Their own Words: https://www.merrellpublishers.com/9781858947235Jill Burke, How to Be a Renaissance Woman, https://www.amazon.it/How-Renaissance-Woman-Jill-Burke/dp/1788166663/ref=asc_df_1788166663?mcid=84574746f829322698bfc93eb94e80af&tag=googshopit-21&linkCode=df0&hvadid=700814440216&hvpos=&hvnetw=g&hvrand=11473624181355666976&hvpone=&hvptwo=&hvqmt=&hvdev=c&hvdvcmdl=&hvlocint=&hvlocphy=9199215&hvtargid=pla-1888711395289&psc=1&hvocijid=11473624181355666976-1788166663-&hvexpln=0Get additional content by becoming a Patron: patreon.com/TheItalianRenaissancePodcast Support the show

Francesca Villanti"Chagall. Testimone del suo tempo"Palazzo dei Diamanti, Ferrarawww.palazzodiamnanti.itPalazzo dei Diamanti di Ferrara ospita fino all'8 febbraio 2026 la grande mostra Chagall, testimone del suo tempo, un percorso espositivo di sorprendente intensità emotiva che invita il pubblico a immergersi nell'universo poetico di uno dei più importanti e amati maestri dell'arte del Novecento.Un viaggio straordinario che rivela come Marc Chagall (Vitebsk, 1887 – Saint-Paul de Vence, 1985), universalmente noto per le figure fluttuanti e le colorate atmosfere incantate, abbia saputo mantenere viva la memoria della sua terra natale, della tradizione e degli affetti, proiettandoli sempre verso nuovi orizzonti espressivi.Attraverso 200 opere, tra dipinti, disegni e incisioni, e due sale immersive che consentono di ammirare alcune creazioni monumentali in una dimensione coinvolgente e spettacolare, la mostra evidenzia la profonda umanità dell'opera di Chagall, artista plurale, visionario e testimone del suo tempo, cantore della bellezza e custode della memoria. Volti scissi, profili che si moltiplicano, ritratti che si specchiano: attraverso il tema del doppio, egli rivela la sua straordinaria capacità di cogliere la dualità dell'esistenza umana. E ancora amanti volanti, animali parlanti, bouquet esplosivi, diventano, trascendendo il visibile, metafore universali. Attraverso il suo sguardo poetico, Chagall trasforma l'esperienza personale in riflessione condivisa, svelando come dietro l'apparente semplicità delle sue creazioni si celino temi che toccano ogni essere umano: l'identità, l'esilio, la spiritualità e la gioia di vivere.In un'epoca di frammentazione, egli ci ricorda che l'arte può essere ponte tra mondi diversi, sintesi di tradizioni apparentemente inconciliabili, specchio fedele delle aspirazioni e delle contraddizioni dell'umanità. La sua opera celebra quella verità emotiva che rende tangibili i sentimenti più profondi dell'animo umano, elevando lo spirito verso una bellezza capace di trovare, anche negli orrori del tempo, barlumi di pace e comprensione.Mostra organizzata da Fondazione Ferrara Arte e Arthemisiaa cura di Paul Schneiter e Francesca VillantiCatalogo Mostra. Chagall. Testimone del suo tempo. Moebius.Diventa un supporter di questo podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/il-posto-delle-parole--1487855/support.IL POSTO DELLE PAROLEascoltare fa pensarehttps://ilpostodelleparole.it/

Before tarot became a tool for fortune-telling and self-reflection, it was a luxury pastime enjoyed by nobles in Renaissance Italy. In this episode, we trace tarot's surprising journey from hand-painted trionfi decks in the courts of Milan and Ferrara, to its transformation during the French occult revival, and finally to its modern role as a guide for intuition, psychology, and personal growth. Along the way, we meet poets, mystics, rebels, and artists who reshaped the cards into a mirror for the human experience. This is the story of how a courtly card game became a global language of symbolism and self-discovery, and why The Fool's journey still resonates with us today.

Twilight opens in a garden where beauty wears a mask to protect it from the years, and twilight brings regrets and confessions. A young courtier stumbles upon a Duchess at dusk—painted, jewelled, and demanding. She wants him to be her father confessor, but what does Lucrezia Borgia want to confess and why does he run away? My first video podcast on Spotify... Publication: First published in God's Playthings (E. P. Dutton, New York, 1913), under Marjorie Bowen's principal pseudonym. Setting and subject: Ferrara; Lucrezia Borgia in her final twilight. Author: Marjorie Bowen (Margaret Gabrielle Vere Long, 1885–1952), prolific British writer of historical and supernatural fiction. Noted for: Lush atmosphere, moral chiaroscuro, and “twilight tales” that fuse history with the uncanny ⭐ Join my Patreon ⭐ https://patreon.com/barcud Go here for a library of ad-free stories, a monthly members only story and early access to the regular stories I put out.  You can choose to have ghost stories only, or detective stories or classic literature, or all of them for either $5 or $10 a month.  Many hundreds of hours of stories. Who needs Audible? Or, if you'd just like to make a one-off gesture of thanks for my work https://buymeacoffee.com/10mn8sk Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Hour 3 of The Plank Show with Chris Plank and Blake Gamble closes out the week with one last look at Saturday's massive SEC Clash with VolNetwork's Vince Ferrara.

Plongez dans la traque d'Antonio Ferrara, braqueur mythique surnommé le roi de la belle. Né en banlieue parisienne, il se forge très tôt une réputation redoutable dans le grand banditisme. Spécialiste des braquages minutieusement préparés, il fascine autant qu'il terrifie. Mais c'est en 2003 qu'il entre dans la légende avec son évasion spectaculaire de la prison de Fresnes, sous les yeux médusés des gardiens. Une plongée au cœur du grand banditisme français, où le crime devient un art, et la liberté, une obsession. Jamais deux sans trois En cavale après son évasion spectaculaire, Antonio Ferrara tente de disparaître. Planques, faux papiers, déplacements constants : sa vie n'est plus qu'une suite de fuites et de précautions. Après trois mois de filatures, c'est à Paris que tout s'achève : Ferrara est arrêté sans un coup de feu. Retour derrière les barreaux, procès à répétition, années d'isolement, la légende du braqueur s'éteint lentement. En 2025, Ferrara est de nouveau arrêté en Belgique, soupçonné de préparer un nouveau braquage. À 52 ans, celui qu'on surnommait “le roi de la belle” n'a visiblement jamais cessé d'aimer la liberté… ni la poudre. Pour découvrir une autre traque, cliquez ci-dessous : [INÉDIT] Mohammed Merah, le terroriste au scooter : des voyages à la rencontre des “frères” (1/4) [INÉDIT] Mohammed Merah, le terroriste au scooter : les meurtres des militaires (2/4) [INÉDIT] Mohammed Merah, le terroriste au scooter : le siège de 32 heures (3/4) [INÉDIT] Mohammed Merah, le terroriste au scooter : le début des doutes (4/4) Crédits : Production : Bababam  Textes : Clément Prévaux Voix : Anne Cosmao, Aurélien Gouas Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Plongez dans la traque d'Antonio Ferrara, braqueur mythique surnommé le roi de la belle. Né en banlieue parisienne, il se forge très tôt une réputation redoutable dans le grand banditisme. Spécialiste des braquages minutieusement préparés, il fascine autant qu'il terrifie. Mais c'est en 2003 qu'il entre dans la légende avec son évasion spectaculaire de la prison de Fresnes, sous les yeux médusés des gardiens. Une plongée au cœur du grand banditisme français, où le crime devient un art, et la liberté, une obsession. La grande évasion Dans cet épisode, Antonio Ferrara prépare l'impensable : s'évader de la prison de Fresnes, l'un des établissements les plus surveillés de France. Ill orchestre depuis sa cellule un plan d'une précision militaire, mêlant complicités, explosifs et mise en scène digne d'un film d'action. Dans la nuit du 12 mars 2003, l'explosion retentit : Ferrara s'enfuit sous les balles, humiliant l'État et déchaînant la machine policière. Commence alors une traque acharnée, menée par Christophe Molmy, déterminé à rattraper celui qu'on appelle Nino. Pour découvrir une autre traque, cliquez ci-dessous : [INÉDIT] Mohammed Merah, le terroriste au scooter : des voyages à la rencontre des “frères” (1/4) [INÉDIT] Mohammed Merah, le terroriste au scooter : les meurtres des militaires (2/4) [INÉDIT] Mohammed Merah, le terroriste au scooter : le siège de 32 heures (3/4) [INÉDIT] Mohammed Merah, le terroriste au scooter : le début des doutes (4/4) Crédits : Production : Bababam  Textes : Clément Prévaux Voix : Anne Cosmao, Aurélien Gouas Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Plongez dans la traque d'Antonio Ferrara, braqueur mythique surnommé le roi de la belle. Né en banlieue parisienne, il se forge très tôt une réputation redoutable dans le grand banditisme. Spécialiste des braquages minutieusement préparés, il fascine autant qu'il terrifie. Mais c'est en 2003 qu'il entre dans la légende avec son évasion spectaculaire de la prison de Fresnes, sous les yeux médusés des gardiens. Une plongée au cœur du grand banditisme français, où le crime devient un art, et la liberté, une obsession. Hollywood style  Ferrara passe à la vitesse supérieure : ses braquages de fourgons blindés, millimétrés et spectaculaires, s'apparentent à des scènes de cinéma. Entre planification froide, usage d'explosifs et tactiques de guerre, son équipe impose la terreur et le respect. Face à ces coups répétés, les enquêteurs resserrent peu à peu l'étau. Repéré après des années de cavale, Ferrara est arrêté en 2002 ; mais la suite de son histoire promet encore rebondissements et surprises. Pour découvrir une autre traque, cliquez ci-dessous : [INÉDIT] Mohammed Merah, le terroriste au scooter : des voyages à la rencontre des “frères” (1/4) [INÉDIT] Mohammed Merah, le terroriste au scooter : les meurtres des militaires (2/4) [INÉDIT] Mohammed Merah, le terroriste au scooter : le siège de 32 heures (3/4) [INÉDIT] Mohammed Merah, le terroriste au scooter : le début des doutes (4/4) Crédits : Production : Bababam  Textes : Clément Prévaux Voix : Anne Cosmao, Aurélien Gouas Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 19 It Doesn t Matter, and I Don t Understand. In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Being dead is wonderful; you never get tired and you have all the time in the world to regret how you ended up this way      "You are so good to me, Zane, and I appreciate it," Barbie Lynn murmured. "You never give me less than 100% and I've never felt like you take me for granted." "It is you and only you, Sarah, Cindy, Eve, umm, help me out here," I grinned. Barbie Lynn lilted in the voice of an angel while she pressed off the glass with her upper body and leveraged down onto my cock. I shifted one hand off an ass cheek to move it to the back of her neck and pull her face in and up to mine. She also constricted her anal muscles around my shaft, concentrating on my cockhead. "Does this make my body more familiar to you?" she panted, our lips only inches away. "Not as much as these eyes, these eyes of my own beautiful seraph," I whispered. Barbie Lynn completed the kiss. Her hips rotated up slightly and mine shifted lower and under so that my penetration reached deep inside. For thirty seconds we kept the tender kiss going before she had to break free. "Oh, Jesus, Zane, this feels so good, I can't, oh, Lord Jesus," she gasped out as I shifted out, then back in rhythmically. "More time, I want more time with you, Zane," Barbie Lynn panted with a heavy breath. "We have tests this afternoon and Vivian is waiting," I shook my head in disappointment. Fierce passion engulfed both of us. Clearly, I got my money's worth from the contractor who had installed the shower because the glass wall didn't give way despite our enthusiasm. "Lord Jesus loves, ," Barbie Lynn screamed across campus. Her arms locked my head and shoulders in place, her face grinding into my chest. Her torso desperately tried to impale her hole deeper onto my rod. Her scream degenerated to an uncontrolled growling against me while I kept her back to the glass and up against my body. "Zane, I know I've been really needy today but you've been so kind and understanding, and I appreciate you putting up with me the kind way you have," Barbie Lynn snuggled into me. "You are the best." That's what I wanted to talk to Barbie Lynn about, taking me for granted and using me like a sex toy. Boy, I just saved myself from acting like a total ass! "Babe, you are better than I deserve." I kissed her neck as I lowered her legs down to the tiled floor. "If I ever take you for granted, promise me you'll kiss me, rub your body against me front and back, and then walk away. I guarantee you I'll fall on my knees and beg for forgiveness." "I like it when you beg," she said with a glimmer in her eye. "Why am I being nice to you again?" I teased. Barbie Lynn simply let her eyes go wide and innocent with a cute little smile on her face. "Oh, yeah," I whistled, "you give me hope, happiness, and warmth in good times and bad." "My body has nothing to do with it?" she questioned in a coquettish fashion. "It's passable," I shrugged as I cut the water off, "but I hope you will fill out one day, you know, quit the training bra and become a little more womanly." Mind you, Barbie Lynn hadn't seen a training bra in ten years. Hourglasses went to Barbie for lessons on how they should be shaped and her ass was the perfect balance between fantasy cheerleader and soccer girl. "Thank you for spending time with someone as poorly endowed as me," she purred. "I admit that I'm holding out for Doctor Burns. He's got it going on," I struggled to say convincingly. Barbie Lynn fought valiantly to hold back her reaction to the thought of seeing our over-70-year-old male Biology teacher in any sexual manner. "Burns without his clothes on is an image I could have forever gone without," she shuddered. "Gosh, I value you more than my own personal desires so I guess I'm stuck with you, Barbie Lynn," I sighed playfully. "Would you two get out of the shower!" barked Vivian. She was sitting in a chair in the main room. We stepped out of the shower, grabbed the waiting towels, and began drying each other off. Vivian surprised me by keeping a somewhat detached eye on the two of us. Maybe she wanted to make sure Barbie Lynn and I didn't turn drying into fondling, thus ending up with us rolling on the tiled floor. The floor would be uncomfortable but having hot, sweaty Barbie Lynn flesh pressing into me, I put this on my 'to do' list. We quickly got dressed and moved to where Vivian was standing and waiting. It wasn't until we were making our way to the elevator that Vivian spoke. "Barbie Lynn, would you take the elevator? Zane and I need to take the stairs," she said. "Sure thing, Vivian," Barbie Lynn smiled. She stepped up to me and kissed me on the lips. "I'll see ya Sunday night, slugger." "I kinda, sorta have a standing date with Heaven," I cautioned her, "so if you come by, be careful." I didn't miss Vivian rolling her eyes in exasperation. The elevator came and took Barbie Lynn away. I waved Vivian to the stairwell, held the door for her, and together we went down. "What are we going to do?" I broke the insufferable silence. "What do you mean?" Vivian evaded. "Damn it!" I snapped. Since I stopped moving, Vivian decided to stop too. "Yes?" she looked to me with what I was learning to read was a disarming friendliness. "I want to make you happy but I don't want to change, Vivian," I grumbled. "So, what are we going to do?" "How much of your time and energy are you willing to devote to Christ?" she countered. I had to think that over. Monday was no good; it was Recovery night. Tuesday was 'make it up to the girls' night. Wednesday was Specialty Night, Thursday, that was no good; it was Orgy Night. Friday was first date night, Saturday was SYFY/Party night and Sunday was second-date night. "I am on a committee at Church on Wednesday nights and I go to both Sunday school and Church service on Sundays," I offered. "Isn't that enough religious stuff?" "Zane, do you have sex at Church?" Vivian pierced me with her eyes. I was so boned because while I was preparing some sort of verbal obfuscation, Vivian sighed and looked down at the stairs. "Why do I even bother?" she moaned with despair. She looked up at me, clearly in pain, "It is a Church, Zane. Doesn't that mean anything to you? Because it definitely means something to me." "Vivian, it is a building, made of stained glass, brick, stone, and lumber," I responded heatedly, "and I don't need any of those to be in God's presence." "It was sex in a church," Vivian nearly screamed. "Come on, now, do you respect anything at all?" "You are right, I don't respect a building simply because someone declares it to be holy. I don't recall my vote being consulted. I don't respect people who bully with scripture but won't study the original Greek and Latin texts it was written in to learn what was really said. I don't respect anyone who refuses to think for themselves and listens to some two-bit liar like Pastor William." "He is your pastor," Vivian growled back. "He deserves, " "Nothing," I snapped. "He's an adulterer, and I've seen it with my own two eyes so don't you dare lecture me on him. If you defend him, it is only because you don't know shit about him." Vivian glared at me but I could see she was trying to see if I was making stuff up. "I respect you, Vivian, and that's no lie," I continued. "Since our fight I haven't a clue what to do with you but I have respected you. You believe in give and take; you believe in consequences and redemption. The only other person I've met like you is Iona. I trust Iona with more than my life; I trust her with Rio's." "Right now you are pissing the hell out of me, but that doesn't change the fact that I trust you and respect you," I added. "I don't need someone with spiritual authority to tell me what to do; my heart does that for me." "Zane, it is the constant sex," Vivian groaned. "I thought I could take it but it never seems to slow down with you." I had to think that over. "Vivian, you can't confuse love and sex," I insisted. "You are in love with your boyfriend and you two have been through some rough patches and survived. Sex without passion is masturbation, Vivian. If you are ever tempted, fall back on your love for that man because when you love something, there is nothing you will let stand in your way." I could see the turn in the argument defused some of Vivian's wrath and sent her mind down different pathways. "Okay, then why is it okay for you to have sex without love?" Vivian said as we resumed our progress downstairs. "I love in different ways, Vivian. I love Iona and Rio as best friends, there is nothing I wouldn't do for them. I love Heaven and Paige because they do for me things that make me want to do for them right back. I love Brandi and Opal because they are fun and they give me the space to be me. I love Barbie Lynn, well, just because it feels natural and right. Christina, Christina, I will always love without cause or reason. I love her," I related. "If Christina asked you to stop seeing all those other women, would you?" Vivian asked with a glimmer of hope. "I don't know. Our pseudo-agreement lets me have my college years to go wild before I give it all up to be a good husband and father," I replied. "Are you thinking of going to Christina and asking for her help with me?" "Yes. Yes, I am," Vivian told me. "The only problem with that plan is that it requires Christina to declare her feelings toward me and make a commitment about what she wants to do with me," I pointed out. "Good luck with that." We hit the bottom of the stairs at a run and raced through the halls and doors on our way to the Dining Hall. We found Christina and company waiting outside for us when we got there. Christian handed a thick envelope over, my bribe to Deacon of the Warlord's motorcycle gang. "Heaven, date night Sunday? I've found a theater playing Hugo," I asked my fox-faced girl. "What? You think you can ask me out on Friday for a date on Sunday? What kind of girl do you think I am?" she growled. "Heaven, you weren't here for most of the week, and you have to admit the world had gone crazy. Come on, Babe," I pleaded. "I'll have to think about it," Heaven grumbled. Behind her back all her other friends were stifling their grins. All those grins fell behind impassive masks when Heaven turned around facing them and stomped back and forth. "What's the problem, Heaven?" Hope asked. "Barbie Lynn comes skipping across the yard from her dorm with a smile that outshines the Sun, Heaven began. "She said she's been doing intensive physical therapy," Christina interrupted. Yay! I've graduated to being considered exercise equipment. "Harrumph," Heaven grunted. "How come his hair is wet? Besides, he's taking another girl home for the weekend." "It's Iona," Chastity explained. "Think about how wound up he's going to be by Sunday evening, because you know he's not going to do anything Iona's uncomfortable with." "Yes," added Faith, "he'll be ready to knock 'em out of the ballpark after a whole weekend of physical denial. Maybe you shouldn't go out with him; he's probably going to be pretty fierce." Heaven glared at all her friends before turning on me. "Fine, I'll go out with you, but if I can still walk by curfew, you had better know I'm going to make next week hell for you. Are we clear?" Heaven threatened. "Is that all Zane is to you, a sexual release valve?" Vivian gasped before I could answer Heaven. "You are making light of a serious moral struggle for him." "Vivian, Zane was the first man to tell me he loved me and I've believed," Christina said. "He saved me from a fight and academic troubles by putting his body on the line," Chastity added. "Me too," continued Hope. "He pretty much saved my life," Faith chimed in, which oddly twisted back to ruining her life with Christina and company when I exposed her as the Chancellor's spy. Maybe the girls had made up somehow. "He's put up with more of my crap than I care to get into. He loves me for who I am, and he's my lover and boyfriend," Heaven clarified. "If you spent one night with Zane making love, you would know I'm more of an addict than anything else. It is just that I get, grumpy when he's not around every minute of every day." Everyone's eyes sort of gravitated toward me. "You are all great women but I have to go to class," I grinned, then took off. Vivian raced to catch up with me. "Do you have commitment issues?" she panted beside me. "No. I was getting hard. All that feminine compassion directed my way was getting me sexually aroused and they were all staring at my crotch," I explained. "I figured running away was the best resolution for what was coming down the pipeline." "Have you ever considered chemical castration?" Vivian asked. WHAT? The last quarter of the school day went rather well, considering I had to juggle balls once between classs. (Apparently I resemble a dancing bear or something.) My second chore required me to bounce a soccer ball on my knees for a trip to the soccer field. Considering some of the crap I've had to do here, I almost volunteered to do it walking backwards. Karate started out so surprisingly normal (not my normal, but normal-normal), I should have known better. We had barely finished warming up and stretching when Gabrielle Black walked into the room. She stood against the far wall poised for our dispersal into teams. When first team knelt and waited for Coach Gorman's instructions for today, Gabrielle made her approach. "Coach Gorman, we seem to have had some difficulty connecting so I decided this would be the best place to meet," Gabrielle said in a deceptively upbeat manner. "I'm teaching a class," Gorman replied deadpan. "I teach several classes. I guess that makes me a teacher. In fact, I'm teaching right now, get lost." "I'd rather not." Gabrielle gave her deadliest smile. "Care to make me?" They really need to start psychological testing of the staff at FFU, or at least stop giving them daily doses of testosterone. "Since reason and rationality have clearly avoided you like the plague," Gorman growled, "why don't you tell me what you have in mind?" "A little sparing match," Gabrielle suggested. "So you really need to see if you can kick my ass, or is it just that you have to be Alpha bitch?" Gorman countered. Several of the more religious-minded students gasped, but they didn't realize this wasn't a game. Someone needed to do something, and of course it had to be me. I didn't very well have the time to overdose Rio with caffeine and throw her at Gabrielle. Besides, I am sure that's a war crime. "Me first!" I declared as I broke free of my second-team circle and walked toward the two adults. This was the point where I expected one or both of the women to tell me to ass out, mind my own business, I'm stupid, or something. Gabrielle stepped back and stripped off her jacket and slipped off each boot. I figured that since I was about to die, I'd best get rid of my gi; that way they'd have something to drape over my lifeless eyes. "Zane, what are you doing?" Cappadocia belatedly hissed at me. "Eh, you know, sometimes a woman has to be put in her place," I joked. It wasn't like Gabrielle was going to take it easy on me in the first place. Several girls laughed at what they were sure was levity on my part. You see, I was about to become a legend. Unfortunately, it was the legend of Don Quixote, damn fucking windmills dressed in tight black form-fitting outfits. To the credit of my limited intellect, I approached this fight with a totally different philosophy than any I'd faced before. I discarded every tenet of Thai kick-boxing (except the one that says never do anything that will make the lady-boys mock you). I went completely defensive, abandoning any hope of striking Gabrielle. I figured if such an opportunity presented itself, it would only be a trap. It took Gabrielle about two seconds to unravel my master plan, then she was on me like a fart in an airplane bathroom, choking the life out of you with nowhere to run. Because I am such a badass, it took Gabrielle eight more seconds to land a telling blow. I staggered back but instead of coming at me, she shifted to my side. Since I had my arms up to defend my head, she was slipping out of my field of vision. There was an added bonus; I discovered I couldn't hear her move over the mats. I somersaulted in the other direction which bought me a few more seconds, but I never regained my feet. Once more she opted to shift to my flank than come head-on. A man on his knees cannot out-turn a woman on her feet. I caught her knee in my shoulder, propelling me face-first into the mat. I tried to turn with the blow so I could keep eyes on her. Gabrielle slammed into my shoulder blade and I slapped the mat hard. I pressed up with my arms but Gabrielle was on my back so fast I might as well have been standing still. For a second our legs struggled as she tried to put me into a leg lock. Then her body rolled over on me and drove three fingers into my spine right above the coccyx. Blinding pain exploded over my body and I screamed. I wasn't paralyzed but I didn't need to be; I was in too much God-damn pain. Gabrielle's body was tight against my back. One hand cupped my chin and the other was placed on the back of my skull. She gave my head a quarter-twist. "You are dead," she whispered. Technically, she would have merely snapped my spine at the base of my skull. My cells would have struggled on for a few more minutes but that hardly seemed to be the point. Gabrielle stood up within inches of me and gave me an emotionless, pitiless stare. "Did you get what you wanted?" she asked softly. "We'll see," I grunted, then rolled onto my back. "Did you put me in my place?" she queried next. I had to chuckle, then I had to choke back on the pain. "Oh, yeah, we are perfectly placed." Seeing her brows crowd together in displeasure, I added with a pained gasp, "You've clearly never stood on a mirror and looked up at your cleavage the way I am now." Gabrielle reached down and touched my wrist before letting her fingers work up to my elbow. She pulled me up quite rapidly and gave me a soulless, piercing gaze. "You are insane," Gabrielle noted. That wasn't said as a joke or a condemnation. She said it as if she was recognizing a kindred spirit. When you are ten years old, being best friends with an assassin sounds pretty cool. Most of us grow out of that. After all, being buddies with a person who has a casual disregard for human life might come back to haunt you if they ever decide you are an encumbrance they can do without. "When I beat you, can I draw a smiley face on your forehead?" I blurted out. Why did I say those things? Maybe it was a brain tumor, or maybe Gabrielle was right and I am insane. Maybe my buddy Don Quixote was telling me the windmill is still standing. "What do I get when I beat you, again?" she inquired. "I've developed an inside track on some authentic saltwater taffy," I shrugged. Gabrielle didn't seem very impressed. "I could feel honor-bound to jump on the next grenade thrown your way?" "I'll think of something when the time comes," Gabrielle informed me. Turning to Gorman, she said, "Are you ready?" "I'd like a, Wilhelmina started to say as she stood. Dana put a hand on Willy's shoulder and shook her head. "I've got this," Coach said. She stood up and discarded her gi, depending on your point of view, she was fortunately/unfortunately wearing a white sports bra. Wait! Am I in chest-to-chest proximity with Gabrielle while scoping out Dana? Was I dropped on my head repeatedly as a child? Maybe I should hunt down my former nanny and ask her. "Let's make Zane's idiocy, Dana continued telling Captain Willy, ", worth more than the beating he took." Gorman stripped off her pants, revealing white biker shorts. It was very cinematic; Gorman in white and Black in black. Sadly, I believed White needed some serious Divine intervention to win this showdown. "Zane," Gabrielle requested my attention with that deathly quiet voice of hers. I must have looked pretty scared because she almost smiled at me. "You can let go of my hand now." Jumping back felt like a surefire way to test her killer instinct so I let go of her hand and backed away slowly and carefully. Only after I gave us some space did I contemplate the trust she'd put in me, allowing anyone to be that close outside of combat. I was walking past Dana when she grabbed my shoulder, stopping my progress. She pointed me to the spot on the floor she had just vacated. Wow, I had my ass kicked and still made First Team. I moved over to my new place in the hierarchy and thanked Dana in the only way I knew how. "Does this mean you are going to sit on my lap when you get back?" I said with a voice as sincere as I was serious. "Zane," Coach Gorman said over her shoulder. She was keeping her eyes on Gabrielle, "when I get back, I am giving grave consideration to having a general melee, and I'm placing a bounty on your head if we do. You will have all weekend to recover." A general melee sounded a whole lot like a 'beat up the new guy' kind of thing, and I had planned on devoting my weekend to Iona. Further banter was ended by Black and Gorman facing off. Willie gave the 'Go' and things went John Wu-crazy. My bright shining moment was delivered right off the bat. Gorman went fullout, denying Gabrielle the ability to control the maneuvering in the fight the way she'd controlled me. My beating hadn't been in vain; Gabrielle undoubtedly knew Gorman's fighting style but Dana knew nothing of hers. My body had bought Dana what little insight Gabrielle had been willing to give up. After all, Gabrielle knew my game from the moment I'd thrown out my challenge. Still, she had to beat me up to get at Dana. I could take on most members of the first team and, as Dana constantly reminds the world, I can take a beating, which meant I was the body for the job. I've fought Gorman on several occasions and she's damn impressive. Gabrielle was doing crap I'd never seen before and I wasn't even sure was humanly possible. I swear, if she'd turned into a Terminator, I couldn't have been more surprised. Dana's fighting prowess only went up in my estimation because she wasn't impaled on Gabrielle's fist in the first thirty seconds. It wasn't a misstep that screwed up Dana's game plan; her mistake was predictability. One second she was pushing Gabrielle back and the next she was on the floor, struggling to keep Gabrielle from establishing a chokehold. For a second I contemplated grabbing up Cappy and Willy, then rushing Gabrielle. After all, it would have been a shame for Dana to die alone. It would also seriously curtail my desire for an open-casket funeral but hey, Dana is almost a friend. Dana wasn't finished yet. Unknown to me, she has the ability to dislocate and relocate her shoulder. No one in the class wanted to consider how painful that had to be. The loud popping noise was enough to make us decide to miss dinner. Dana got an elbow and fist in before they separated. They went at it again, but this time, it was harder on Dana. I could feel that her confidence was shaken now that she had a clearer measure of Gabrielle's strengths and weaknesses. Gabrielle remained a steadfast cypher. If Dana was turning out to be a tougher opponent to crack than she'd expected, Gabrielle wasn't showing it. What she was doing was exhibiting the iron stamina of a triathlete. Dana wasn't fighting for air but I didn't see Gabrielle even breaking a sweat yet. Had I been Dana, this would have been the time I started crying out to a vengeful God for forgiveness. Dana didn't do that. Instead, digging down to her dogged determination and fighting on, her game, her gamble, was for Gabrielle to screw up somehow and take advantage of it. She had to hope that something came up before her endurance failed. And in the fourth minute of the fight, it happened. Of course it was a trap. I couldn't blame Dana for risking it because fighting hard, non-stop, for over four minutes is its own form of torture. Gabrielle caught Dana's leg, swept the other one out from under our Coach, then finished up with driving an elbow into her hip as they hit the mat. There is fast, unbelievably fast, a weasel on speed, and then Gabrielle, and if you gave a weasel enough speed to keep up with Gabby, the weasel would explode first. Dana is fast, but I'm faster and I know I didn't have a prayer of blocking Gabrielle at this point in their fight. The blow to Gorman's hip seemed to have temporarily paralyzed that leg. Without the leg, her torso below the ribcage was fatally exposed. Getting repeatedly punched in the stomach sucked. Sadly, Dana thought the same thing and totally missed Gabrielle flipping her over onto her stomach. Gabrielle came down with a palm to the center of Dana's spine. It had to hurt, but I had little doubt that if Gabby had used her fist, the spine would have been broken. "We are done here," Gabrielle announced calmly as she rose to her feet. No one said a word until Dana stirred on the ground. With varying degrees of speed, the first team swarmed over Dana. I alone approached Gabrielle. After she finished dressing and stood, she acknowledged my presence. "Did you learn what you wanted to know?" I asked. "Yes," she stated, once more into her emotionless mode. "Then you asked the wrong question." I drilled her with a combination of bravery and anger. Gabrielle walked away without acknowledging my statement. She got to the door and stopped before exiting through the door. "What do you think I should have asked?" she said with a vapor of condescension. "You should have asked us if we can help," I told her. Maybe I'm na ve, but I'm sure she's facing her past alone. Purity is a paradox; we are awed by it yet we are repulsed by it as well. Vivian was terribly subdued as she walked me back to the dorm. It was the two of us because my Handmaiden mistress was Erica, a second-team Karate classmate. She'd given me a rain check due to the trauma we had all just been through during class. "You can use my room this weekend if you like," I broached the silence. "I'll ask Rio and Mercy to be somewhere else and Barbie Lynn can stay with you." "I don't want to sleep with Barbie Lynn, Zane," Vivian replied. "I want to sleep in my own bed." "That's bull- , I decided saying "shit", while a minor infraction, wouldn't do my argument any good. "You know Barbie Lynn to be kind-hearted and decent. She's not going to molest you. You two will be totally platonic." "I don't know what to think," she replied. "I never thought Barbie Lynn would be the one to have sex outside of marriage." "I knew she was flirty but that was it," she continued. "Now, now she's moved into your room and is having sex with you as if you were a married couple." She sighed. "Fine, not like a 'normal' married couple so we don't need to go there." Ah, no mention of anal sex I see. "Vivian, I don't like to talk about my relationships with other women but I think Barbie Lynn would understand," I tried to explain. "There was no seduction between us, we collided. I showed up at FFU pretty depressed. I'd spent a long month with my Aunt trying to adjust to America and a place and lifestyle I didn't know." "My Aunt and I fought a lot and that Sunday Pastor Bill and his buddies tried to shake me down for my inheritance. I had the feeling that is why they wanted Aunt Jill in their church, and after all the crap Jill had been through, I felt that sucked," I said. "I'm in my room, sad and pissed off, then Barbie Lynn Masters comes soaring into my life." "She thought I was 'Glenda's' brother, I told her my name was Zane, and next thing I knew we were all over one another. She gave me a blowjob and I gave her multiple orgasms and we parted ways. She thought she might see me once a month and I had no idea this was a girl's college. You are aware of the humiliation that followed," I concluded. "Zane, that explains nothing," Vivian observed. "Okay, I could have been clearer," I admitted. "What I was trying to say is that Barbie Lynn didn't change. I allowed her to do what she wanted to do with a guy all along. She is still the same woman who goes after life full of enthusiasm, who likes to work with kids, teaching Sunday school and going to church." "And you want me to sleep with her when I've avoided the pleasure for the past three years?" Vivian refused to give in. "I'd want you to sleep with Iona if she wasn't already heading out with me. I have a few others I could ask but that would be awkward. I like Opal and Brandi but I also know they'd hit on you if given half a chance," I outlined. "I can sleep alone, Zane," Vivian stated. "I know that, but do you want to?" I asked. Vivian didn't immediately reply. "You climbed into bed with me and some of the ladies, Vivian. There is a certain quality provided by a sleeping companion that you enjoy. You wanted it enough to put some faith in me and Barbie Lynn last night," I added. "Zane, why are you making a big deal about this?" Vivian inquired. "Your happiness matters to me," I answered. Vivian and I walked into the dorm and into the elevator before she spoke. "Coach Gorman warned me about this," Vivian groaned. "Do you realize how much easier my life would be if you grabbed my breast or something like that?" "Is that an invitation?" I perked up. "No," she stated decisively. Her glare emphasized the point. "I mean my job keeping the Devil in line would be easier if he wasn't constantly giving me my favorite cupcakes." "What's your favorite cupcake?" I grinned. "Behave yourself," she sighed, somewhat amused and somewhat exasperated. "Yes, ma'am," I nodded. "That's a good boy," Vivian acknowledged. "When I'm a good boy Heaven gives me a ginger cookie," I prodded. "We are Not going to go there," Vivian declared authoritatively, and that was that. I thought I would have to stop by and pick up Iona Beckett on my way out. I was obviously forgetting I was dealing with the most organized person I'd ever met. I know Iona looks after all her own affairs and most of mine, plus I suspect she keeps an eye out for Rio as well. She was waiting in the main area of my 'room' when Vivian and I arrived, her overnight bag beside her. I gave her a kiss and hurried to my room, where someone had already packed a weekend worth of stuff for me. I do not deserve one tenth of the affection aimed my way. Being hung by my toes from a ceiling fan is a small price to pay for what I receive. Still, I make a note to avoid girls with bizarre foot fetishes while in close proximity to ceiling fans, my life is pretty freaking weird enough already. I gathered my stuff, gathered up Iona, and made my good-byes. Brandi was kind enough to snuggle up to my back, reach around and pinch my nipples. It was playful, not painful, so I didn't mind too much. Besides, I had bigger fish to fry. When I told Rio that she'd need to share another bed with Mercy for the weekend she nodded. "No problem, Bro," Rio told me. She then stepped up under the guise of hugging me good-bye and tried to nut me. She's a dangerous friend to have but since I can count her public displays of affection for me on one hand, I was ready for her. "Damn it," Rio snarled, "you can't give my room to that Jesus-freak!" By 'my room' she really meant my (Zane's) room and 'Jesus-freak' was Vivian, who was eight feet away looking at her. "It isn't going to kill you two to behave for two days, Rio," I stated. Mercy, standing right behind Rio, remained unfortunately silent on the subject. "Rio, if you two would agree to abstain until I got back, I'd be willing to let you stay, but you are the King Kong of bedroom antics and Vivian needs the space," I explained. "Fine, we'll crash at Aunt Jill's," Rio smirked. "I'm sure she can't shut the door before I get a foot in. She's far too nice to break it or kick me out." Oh yeah, I cannot begin to describe what Jill's reaction to a Mercy-Rio lesbian love-fest at 2:00 in the morning would be like. It would probably involve paramedics and a defibrillator. "Okay," I shrugged. I fished out my keys and tossed them to Rio. "Sweet!" Rio trumpeted. "We'll meet you at the car." "We are not going," I corrected Rio. "Iona and I will stay here, camp out on a sleeper-sofa, and take in some Pay-per-View. Come by and pick us up for the party around nine tomorrow night." "Your loss, Princess," Rio mocked me and walked away. Mercy loyally padded along. "I'm sorry, Iona," I said to my petite friend. "I promise I'll make it up to you." "I'm not looking for any particular place but a particular man," she smiled serenely. "Sadly, I still have a piece of business to attend to and I see the person I need to see," I said as I spotted Valerie playing a competitive game of pool versus Raven of all people. When Valerie had taken her shot I stepped up to her side. "Can I catch a ride to the Dixie Roadhouse in the next few minutes?" I whispered. "Sure. Wait,  are you expecting me to hang around when you go inside?" Val smirked. "I've already gone a round with Gabrielle Black today so I don't feel I deserve a second ass-whooping. I'd appreciate you sticking around at least until the gunfire starts," I chuckled. "Fine, I'll stay, but you'll owe me one," Valerie smiled. "By the way, how tough is Gabrielle?" "I'll let you know when my concussion fades," I responded. "That good, huh?" Valerie persisted. "In less than thirty seconds she snapped my neck. It took her less than five minutes to break Dana's back after that, and right there at the end I swore I saw a lone bead of sweat on Gabrielle's brow," I related. "Just so we are clear; if I ever see her chasing your ass down like Gorman did that day, you are on your own," Valerie snorted. "I thought you were a bad-ass," I taunted her. I really didn't want her fighting Ms. Black on my behalf. "Granddad is a bad-ass; I'm a teenage girl who is good with bikes and can handle myself in a brawl but I'm not a true bad-ass. What I am is smart enough to not attempt the craziness that is your life," she huffed. "Being smarter than me is hardly an accomplishment to be proud of," I jibbed back. Raven, who had been pretending to not be eavesdropping, made this choking sound at that comment. "Let me finish Raven off and I'll take you there," Valerie said. "Valerie, she's killing you," I noted. "I like a challenge," Valerie countered. She must because Raven only had one ball left to sink while Valerie had four. Less than a minute later Raven sent Valerie and I heading for the stairs. Iona gave me a slight nod and grin. Rio came storming up at us half-way down. "You motherfucker," she snarled. "Problems?" I replied cautiously. "Mercy said she wasn't going with me," Rio growled. "What did you do?" I asked. "I slapped the bitch," Rio retorted. I could tell that pissed Valerie off; I wasn't too happy either. "You put her up to this, didn't you?" "I certainly did. I told her that she was going to have to step up instead of taking advantage of you all the time," I explained. "Did it hurt?" Rio knew I wasn't talking about Mercy's pain. "Yes," she rumbled. "If I can't trust her, I can't use her." "Whatever you decide to do, I'll live with," I shrugged. "I hope you know how hard it was for her to do what she did." Thankfully, Valerie was far more controlled than Rio and judged the conversation to be too delicate for her input. "Mercy is my deal, Zane. She's my responsibility and I'll take care of her without your interference," Rio stated aggressively. "It doesn't work that way. People aren't one dimensional and you can't expect to help people and not have them change," I countered. "You changed Mercy, for the better, and that includes her desire to take up some of the responsibility you've borne onto her shoulders. And the only reason for her to do that is, you annoy her so much." "Yeah," Rio finally deflated, "she was looking pretty miserable." "Buddies take your pizza; friends take your pain, Rio. Get used to the fact that there are three of us standing beside you when you need us," I reminded her. "I wasn't asking for anyone's help," Rio insisted. "In that case, get in Zane's car and take a trip. When the cops finally pull you over you will have three years friend-free in prison," Valerie now interjected. "Ha!" Rio snorted. "That's no good. Zane already promised to break me out if I get sent away." "Zane," groaned Valerie, "do you have even a passing acquaintance with common sense?" "I get a lot of that," I answered. "What now, Rio?" "I go back to my room," she sighed, "apologize to Mercy, then come back upstairs and work out a deal with Vivian for use of your room." "No tying them up and gagging Vivian and Barbie Lynn in their sleep," I cautioned Rio. "Fuck you," Rio muttered darkly. "Fuck you and your mind-reading ability. Fine, I'll be good, okay, I'll be as good as I can be." With that, Rio tossed me back my keys and then bounded downstairs and out the door. "I swear to God I would have tossed her out a window by now, if I were you," Valerie snorted. "Umm, she grows on you, kind of like a tapeworm," I chuckled. "I think my invitation to catch a bullet has been voided now that you have your keys back," Valerie noted. "I'll catch you tomorrow night." "Sure thing, but I may need you for that 'thing' if I can set up a meeting," I replied. That thing was meeting up with a possible undercover officer which held the possibility of being a real disaster. Valerie was being kind enough to ignore her instincts, and her advice to me, by helping me out. Valerie shook her head in skeptical amusement at my poor decision-making before we walked back upstairs. That bit of drama over, I swooped in, picked up Iona (figuratively) and escaped my room before anyone else could intervene. I thought we were doing quite well until I spotted someone sitting on the hood of my car, with a suitcase. "Hey, Paige, what's up?" I inquired with a good deal of exasperation. It was kind of stupid, actually. I knew exactly what she was doing here; I hadn't invited her and I didn't want her coming along on Iona's weekend. "I thought I'd let you spend the weekend with me," Paige smiled smugly. A light breeze tossed her alabaster hair across her translucent albino features. "You are late, by the way." "No, Paige, this is Iona's, I started to say. "It would be wonderful spending the weekend with you, Paige," Iona stepped up and hugged her. "It will be so great; their house is huge, Aunt Jill is so kind, and there is the sorority right next door." "Okay, Paige, you can come along, but this is a no sex weekend. Are we clear?" I warned her. "We'll see," Paige smirked. "I plan to sleep both nights in his bed, completely naked and rubbing against him," Iona beamed. "He'll crack," Paige wagered. "No, he won't. I trust him," Iona pledged. Paige appraised me for a second. "Okay, I'm game. We'll see if we can break him," Paige allowed. I once joked with some Kappa Sigmas about joining a monastery. I'm being driven to reconsider that option. After that exchange I was happy enough to make it to my home in one piece. I'd have been happier if there wasn't a police car in the driveway. I was walking onto the porch when my ladies spoke up. "Zane, why would the police be here?" Iona worried. "Zane, if they arrest you and I then attack them, will they let us share a cell?" Paige mused. "Iona, I have a few ideas and none of them are good," I responded. "Paige, they don't house men and women together, but I can probably smuggle a message to your side and tell all the lesbians what a screamer you are." Iona didn't get to question and Paige didn't get pick on me before I opened the door and went inside. "Hey, Aunt Jill," I called out, "I'm home and I've brought Iona Beckett and Paige Zeller with me." We had already talked over Iona's stay with Jill; Paige would be a whole new series of complicated hurdles. "Zane," Aunt Jill greeted me heartily. She was coming off her lounger while Officer Danica Campbell rose from the sofa and gave me a measured look. "This is Officer Campbell of the Lancaster Police and she has an official criminal matter to discuss with you," Jill finished in a worried tone. "Mr. Braxton, if I could have a word with you on the porch," Danica put forth the question that wasn't really a request. "Of course, officer," I responded. "Ladies, could you please hang out here with Aunt Jill for a few minutes and I should be back as soon as possible." I walked back to the porch. When Danica passed me, I shut the door and we turned to face one another. "Zane," Danica smiled. "Hey, it is good to see you, Officer Danica Campbell, but I have a feeling this isn't a social call," I sighed. "You are correct. There was an incident at the Dixie Roadhouse last night and your name came up during the inquiry. The Sheriff's Department contacted the PD and I decided that it would be more discrete that I meet you at your home as opposed to on campus," Danica related. "What can you tell me about the Dixie Roadhouse?" "I went there with a few buddies, got into a fight, and beat a Warlord named Big Ted into unconsciousness," I informed Danica. "What do you know about a guy named Peter 'Deacon' Baker?" Danica asked. "He's like a big deal with the local chapter but I don't actually know the guy," I replied. She studied me for a moment then appeared to accept me at my word. "This is a different crop of girls," she said with smirk. "Yes, they are friends of mine. Iona is a best bud and Paige is, Paige. She's very smart but very hard to get along with at times too," I explained. "How is your other friend?" She tried to sound casual. "I was curious if she'd be here tonight." "I'll tell her that," I grinned. "It will make her week when she hears you've asked about her. She still thinks you are very special." "She's quite a handful," she grinned back. "Not that I'm complaining. I can hardly get over the sensation of her nipples on my back as she drove into me." Heaven was going to love that, I was sure. Her eyes wandered northward to the adjoining property. "More girls?" I followed her gaze to see three Kappa Sigmas coming through the tree-line. "Those are some Kappa Sigma sorority sisters, friends of mine. They are cool," I told her. "Uh-huh," she sounded skeptical. "There has to be a story behind that that statement, I'm willing to bet." She pulled out a business card from her breast pocket. "Here's my card, in case something regarding the case occurs to you, or whatever." The girls were almost on us so I had to whisper. "You aren't, like, married, or divorced from somebody with violent tendencies, are you?" I inquired softly. "No," she chuckled, "and cause for you asking that question has to be yet another interesting story, I'll bet. Maybe you can tell me about it if we get together." "Mr. Braxton," she said a bit louder as she took a half-step back from me, "have a good weekend and try to stay out of trouble." "I'll do my best, Officer Campbell," I responded. "Ladies," she made a passing recognition of the Kappa Sigs as she left the porch and headed for the car. Only when Danica's cruiser pulled onto the road did the Kappas speak. "Hey, Zane," Leigh spoke up first, "isn't that the speed trap lady?" "Yeah, she's nailed me before," I admitted, and immediately regretted my choice of words. "Really?" Paris prodded me. "Isn't she a bit old for you?" "No, speed trap, she pulled me over but I got off with a warning ticket," I back-pedaled. "So, she got you off," Ferrara skewered me. "Which of her orifices was required for that?" "Aarrrggh," I cried heavenward. "Fine, Iona and Paige Keller are inside. Together with Jill, they will be making dinner for those of us who care to share our table. I have to go a bar and pay off a biker gang chieftain before he hunts me down and kills me." "Can we come along?" Leigh smiled. "We don't want to fight or anything like that, but I'd like to get some video of it, in case something fun happens." "That's right," Ferrara joked. "Something like him being beaten up, shot, stabbed, or killed. Leigh, Zane has sustained two beatings on our behalf. Let's not go for a third time before the month's out." "He didn't take a beating in the second fight," Paris corrected her sister. She was right; in the fight at the mall my opponents hadn't landed a blow. "I heard he was pretty roughly abused when he went to jail over that," Ferrara gave me a knowing smile. "All that conjecture is fascinating, ladies, but I do have a guy to pay off so go inside, make yourself at home, and I'll be back soon," I announced. I kissed each sister; Ferrara on the cheek, Paris on the lips, and Leigh with a tonsillectomy. I double-timed it to my car and didn't look back. The Fading Light And The Lord Mafia. I made it to the Dixie Roadhouse five minutes late. There were only fifteen bikes parked out front so I figured that if something went wrong I'd only be kinda dead, as opposed to the totally dead, killed in five or more fashions. There were three biker babes outside the door, drinking beers and talking; one was thankfully Willa. I made sure I had the money before disembarking from my car and heading in. "Hi there, Zane," Willa greeted me. I recalled that Belle would be working at the bar near UV campus tonight and tomorrow. "Hey, Willa, Katt, and Janet," I grinned. "Willa, if I get out of this, can I have a moment of your time when I get back?" "Sure," Willa seemed curious. "I would like to talk to you too." That was a bit odd but okay. When I entered the Dixie Roadhouse it took me a moment for my eyes to adjust but I knew where Deacon's table was from my last visit. Deacon was there with two of his associates, all in similar states of disrepair. My first thought was: What in the hell happened to them? The second was: Wow, they let someone in a half-body cast out of the hospital rather quickly these days. It looked like a herd of water buffalo had worked out the dance routine from that prison scene in the play Chicago, he had it coming, all over their bodies. None of his infirmities kept Deacon from glaring with horrible malevolence at me as I approached. "Here is your five thousand dollars," I stated as I lay the envelope on the table. None of them made a move on the money and I began to worry. Then I took in the full effects of their injuries and I figured out that not one of the three could reach over and get it. I opted to push the money across the table to the closest cripple. One of the guys managed, with some pain, to pick up the envelope and count the money. "It is all here," the guy mumbled to Deacon. I could see in Deacon's eyes that his hate for me was far from quenched but I didn't know why. It wasn't like I came back and kicked his ass, oh fuck, maybe I had. "I'll be going, then," I said as I backed up four steps. "I hope you feel better next time we meet." With that, I rapidly evacuated myself from the building. I found myself de-stressing next to Willa outside. "So, who in the hell fucked up Deacon and his buddies that bad?" I inquired. "Some people were hoping you could tell us," Willa prodded. "It wasn't me if that is what you are worried about," I assured her. "Tell me what happened." "From what little we've been told or been able to figure out, Deacon and his two senior officers stepped out to their rides around 11:30 last night when they got jumped," Willa related. "Then it gets weird, weirder," Katt continued. "Their attackers dragged them thirty yards over to the electrical shed," she pointed. That way no one could see them from the bar. "Then they proceeded to beat the ever-living hell out of them," Janet concluded, then took a swig of beer. I had to think about that for a moment. "Didn't they see who did it?" I questioned. "Blackbeard and Booth (who I assumed were the other two broken bikers) were knocked out before they saw anything and Deacon hasn't related what he saw, his jaw is wired shut because it's been broken in four places," Willa tried and failed to hide her grin. I had to think about that for a second; Deacon's jaw looked like it was carved out of granite. "Ladies (an affectation they found amusing), if Deacon and his two buddies had gotten into a fight outside the Roadhouse, wouldn't the rest of you come running, and wouldn't they have called out if they saw a gang of guys they didn't know coming toward them?" I ruminated. "That makes sense," Katt confirmed, "but what does that mean?" "One person," I muttered; "one really, really skilled person." "No way," Janet shook her head. "I can and have one-punched a person and I'm only so good," I countered. "I would have figured out which bike was Deacon's, picked the third one closer to the door to hide behind. After that, when he passed by me, I would come around the bike at a crouch-run and kick the closest target where the ear and jaw meet. If I do it right his brain beats around inside his skull a few times and it's lights out," I explained. "It looks like you've given this some thought," Willa observed. "No; the move is standard kick-boxing and the tactics are the usual for ambushing a dangerous animal. If you come at it head-on, you might still win but the price is much higher. Deacon and the other two talking in a place they felt safe was the 'distraction' for the ambush," I explained. "Oh," Willa contemplated the scenario. I could see her eyes walk over the parking lot as she considered the events playing out. "Of course, that still leaves you facing two opponents, right around six feet and 220 to 240 who are adept at violence," I pointed out. "If you could hit the second guy the same way fast enough and somehow render the last one incapable of speech, Willa concluded. "You would have to be insanely fast and if someone was that good, what would they be doing at a biker bar in Lancaster, Virginia?" "Don't you know? This is the destination of choice for all international assassins on the run?" I joked. "Willa, can I have that moment now?" She shrugged, grinned, and walked with me to my car. It was refreshing to be side-by-side with a woman not interested in jumping my bones. If she'd been a lesbian instead of what she was, it would have been perfect. "You are too young for me, Zane," Willa headed me off. "Cool," I answered, which was not what she expected. "I need to talk with you a bit but not here. I don't want to risk anyone else listening in." Now Willa appeared to be curious. "Okay. The abandoned roadside motel on Chandler Road, 2:00 pm tomorrow," she responded. "Thanks, Willa. And also, do you know where I can get some fake ID's?" I asked as I got into my car. "I'll see what I can dig up," Willa smirked. She rejoined her buddies on the porch and was chatting away as I took off for home. I knew that my ordeal for this evening was far from over. There still was the hurdle of finding a place for Paige to sleep and making sure she stayed in the room Jill and I agreed on. The struggle with Jill over Rio had been epic enough; I certainly didn't expect the sounds of women's laughter and modern music to be the first thing I heard when I stepped out of my ride. Mind you, Jill thought Rio still had moral fiber. If I told Rio she had even a single moral fiber left she'd span Heaven and Earth hunting the mythical beast down a la King Pellinore. On the plus side, Aunt Jill knew nothing of Paige so I could play up that angle. I walked indoors to a chorus of 'hey' and 'Zane' coming from the kitchen. I strode into a flurry of dinner-prep activity. Apparently we were attempting Italian sausage ravioli, broccoli & carrots, mashed potatoes, salad, and gazpacho. Okay, I was pretty sure Jill thought ravioli was the invention of Chef Boyardee and

Plongez dans la traque d'Antonio Ferrara, braqueur mythique surnommé le roi de la belle. Né en banlieue parisienne, il se forge très tôt une réputation redoutable dans le grand banditisme. Spécialiste des braquages minutieusement préparés, il fascine autant qu'il terrifie. Mais c'est en 2003 qu'il entre dans la légende avec son évasion spectaculaire de la prison de Fresnes, sous les yeux médusés des gardiens. Une plongée au cœur du grand banditisme français, où le crime devient un art, et la liberté, une obsession. Gangster depuis toujours Né en Italie et grandi dans les cités de Choisy-le-Roi, il découvre très tôt la loi de la rue. Des petites bagarres aux premiers braquages, son destin bascule lorsqu'il se retrouve derrière les barreaux… avant de réussir une évasion aussi audacieuse qu'inexplicable. Ce premier coup d'éclat marque la naissance d'un gangster, prêt à faire exploser les codes du grand banditisme français. Pour découvrir une autre traque, cliquez ci-dessous : [INÉDIT] Mohammed Merah, le terroriste au scooter : des voyages à la rencontre des “frères” (1/4) [INÉDIT] Mohammed Merah, le terroriste au scooter : les meurtres des militaires (2/4) [INÉDIT] Mohammed Merah, le terroriste au scooter : le siège de 32 heures (3/4) [INÉDIT] Mohammed Merah, le terroriste au scooter : le début des doutes (4/4) Crédits : Production : Bababam  Textes : Clément Prévaux Voix : Anne Cosmao, Aurélien Gouas Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

"El ascensor", la que podría ser la nueva historia de Stephen King, Niñas fantasmales que te observan en la oscuridad y el aterrador caso de la mujer que se bilocaba (que estaba en dos sitios a la vez, vaya) . Estos y otros misterios en el programa 7 de la temporada 8 de misterios cotidianos. Hoy tenemos de invitado a Javi Ferrara.

Bienvenue dans la traque. Cette semaine, découvrez une toute nouvelle saison. Une histoire hors du commun, celle d'un homme qui a défié la justice et l'État français avec une audace inouïe. Plongez dans la traque d'Antonio Ferrara, braqueur mythique surnommé le roi de la belle. Né en banlieue parisienne, il se forge très tôt une réputation redoutable dans le grand banditisme. Spécialiste des braquages minutieusement préparés, il fascine autant qu'il terrifie. Mais c'est en 2003 qu'il entre dans la légende avec son évasion spectaculaire de la prison de Fresnes, sous les yeux médusés des gardiens. Une plongée au cœur du grand banditisme français, où le crime devient un art, et la liberté, une obsession. Découvrez cette nouvelle saison prochainement disponible sur toutes les plateformes d'écoute. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

“Do You See It” reminds us that God is always working, even when His plans don't look like what we expected. What may seem painful or confusing in the moment is often the very thing He's using to shape us and bring about our good.

Vince Ferrara from 99.1 The Sports Animal stopped by 3 Man Front on Wednesday to share his intel on this year's version of the Volunteers, how Tennessee will try to slow down Ty Simpson & more ahead of Saturday's game in Bryant-Denny!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Hour 2 of Wednesday's 3 Man Front included Chris Stewart discussing the tradition around the Third Saturday in October, Vince Ferrara's preview of Alabama vs Tennessee & your calls on all things college football!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Sébastien Lecornu ha riportato ordine all'Assemblea nazionale, ottenendo un risultato politico significativo in tre mosse: ha ridato centralità al Parlamento, annunciato un'imposta eccezionale sui grandi patrimoni e promesso la sospensione della riforma delle pensioni fino al 2028, quindi dopo le presidenziali. Lecornu ha garantito che non ci sarà alcun aumento dell'età pensionabile né della durata dei contributi fino a gennaio 2028, come richiesto dalla CFDT. La sospensione costerà 400 milioni di euro nel 2027 e interesserà 3,5 milioni di francesi, ma sarà compensata da risparmi per evitare un aumento del deficit.Ha inoltre proposto un contributo eccezionale sui grandi patrimoni per finanziare investimenti strategici e aumenti fiscali mirati per alcune grandi imprese, con l'obiettivo di redistribuire meglio il carico fiscale. Lecornu ha anche ribadito il ruolo centrale del Parlamento, rinunciando al ricorso all'articolo 49.3 della Costituzione e invitando le opposizioni a partecipare alla discussione su bilancio e riforme. Ne parliamo con Marc Lazar, titolare della cattedra Relazioni italo-francesi per l'Europa alla Luiss e Professore di Storia Politica e Sociologia, direttore del Centro di Storia di Sciences Po a Parigi, Presidente del Comitato Scientifico della stessa università.La Cina impone tasse portuali alle navi UsaLa Cina ha introdotto un nuovo regime di tasse portuali speciali per le navi di proprietà o gestite da imprese, organizzazioni e individui statunitensi, in risposta a misure analoghe adottate dagli Stati Uniti. Le tariffe partono da 400 yuan per tonnellata netta e aumenteranno progressivamente fino a 1.120 yuan nel 2028. La misura riguarda anche navi battenti bandiera americana, costruite negli Usa o controllate da entità con partecipazione statunitense superiore al 25%.Si tratta di una mossa speculare a quella di Washington, che ha imposto restrizioni al settore navale e cantieristico cinese. Pechino accusa gli Stati Uniti di violare gli accordi commerciali e di danneggiare gli interessi cinesi. Un portavoce del ministero del Commercio ha dichiarato che la Cina è pronta a "combattere fino alla fine" nella guerra commerciale, pur restando disponibile al dialogo. Interviene Patrizio Bianchi, Professore Emerito di Economia, Cattedra Unesco "Educazione, Crescita e Uguaglianza", Università degli Studi di Ferrara.Istat: in povertà assoluta 5,7 milioni di persone, in gran parte stranieriSecondo l'Istat, nel 2024 oltre 2,2 milioni di famiglie italiane (8,4% del totale) vivono in povertà assoluta, per un totale di 5,7 milioni di individui, pari al 9,8% dei residenti. I valori restano stabili rispetto al 2023. La povertà colpisce soprattutto le famiglie con componenti stranieri: l'incidenza è del 30,4% se c'è almeno uno straniero, e del 35,2% se tutti i membri sono stranieri, contro il 6,2% delle famiglie composte solo da italiani.Il Mezzogiorno registra i livelli più alti di povertà (10,5%), seguito dal Nord-Ovest (8,1%) e dal Nord-Est (7,6%), mentre il Centro resta l'area con i valori più bassi (6,5%). Aumenta la povertà nelle Isole, passata dal 11,9% al 13,4%. Nei comuni piccoli non periferici delle aree metropolitane l'incidenza è più elevata (8,9%), mentre nelle grandi città scende leggermente. Tuttavia, al Sud e al Nord sono proprio i centri metropolitani a registrare i tassi più alti. Commentiamo il tutto con Massimo Baldini, docente di Scienza delle Finanze presso l'Università di Modena e Reggio Emilia.

En este episodio hablamos con Javier Ferrara, miembro de Parquesvr, una de las bandas más irreverentes y lúcidas de la escena actual. Acaban de sacar El Palco, un temazo afilado que apunta directamente a los chanchullos y miserias que se cuecen en el palco del Bernabéu. Javier es del Atleti, pero la herida de la final de Lisboa fue tan profunda que decidió apartarse del fútbol… por salud. Sobre esa relación amor-odio con el balón, sobre la música como espacio de resistencia y sobre cómo reírse para no llorar, hablamos largo y tendido en este capítulo.

Una puntata speciale registrata al festival di Internazionale a Ferrara.Con Francesca Albanese, relatrice speciale delle Nazioni Unite sulla situazione dei diritti umani nei Territori palestinesi occupati.Ferdinando Cotugno, giornalista, autore di Il tempo di ritorno (Guanda 2025).Giada Messetti, sinologa, autrice di La Cina è un'aragosta (Mondadori 2025).Ci piacerebbe sapere cosa pensi di questo episodio. Scrivici a podcast@internazionale.it Se ascolti questo podcast e ti piace, abbonati a Internazionale. È un modo concreto per sostenerci e per aiutarci a garantire ogni giorno un'informazione di qualità. Vai su internazionale.it/abbonatiConsulenza editoriale di Chiara NielsenProduzione di Claudio Balboni e Vincenzo De SimoneMusiche di Tommaso Colliva e Raffaele ScognaDirezione creativa di Jonathan Zenti

Send us a textJoin me and writer/translator Michael Curtotti on a discussion about the literary patronage of the Este court. Centered around Micheal's new translation of the playwright and novella author Cinzio, our discuss dives deep into the cultural moment of Duke Ercole d'Este's Ferrara. Michael walks us through the history of Cinzio and his work, both in theater and prose. Further, Michael leads us through his translation of the short story that would eventually influence Shakespeare's Othello, primarily investigatin notions of Renaissance misogyny and racism.Acquire Michael Curtotti's "Cinthio's Desdemona: The Story that Inspired Othello": https://beyondforeignness.org/book/cinthios-desdemona-the-story-that-inspired-othelloSupport/Watch/Follow: linktr.ee/italian_renaissance_podcastGet additional content by becoming a Patron: patreon.com/TheItalianRenaissancePodcast Support the show

"One summer morning, my husband, son, and I arrived by car from Sirmione and spent the day wandering through the city's walkable center. Verona revealed itself slowly, with Roman ruins beside medieval churches, Renaissance palaces glowing in the sun, and piazzas alive with the laughter of locals. The soft pink of its buildings shimmered in the warmth, giving the city a dreamy, romantic air" - Katerina Ferrara, Venice and the Veneto Ultimate Festival & Travel GuideToday is a fun conversation with Katerina Ferrara about her connection to Italy and how she immersed herself in traveling and exploring the many places you can go in Italy on a unique travel adventure. We talk about Katerina's journey falling in love with Italy, learning the language and discovering the magic of the festival days while on holiday in Italy. There is much to enjoy and celebrate. Soon after Katerina researched the many traditions, the food and wine festivals, the holy days and the saints days for her Travel Guides on Italy. Katerina loves to immerse herself in a place and discover the heart of the location. Katerina has captured the magic of the festival days and the time to celebrate with the locals while in Sicily, Puglia or Venice. Katerina is great traveler and seeker of Italy and shares her experiences and discoveries on the Immersion Travel Podcast and on there is so much more on her information packed website.Enjoy this Conversation and do check the Shownotes below for all of the special details and places that were mentioned in today's show.Shownotes at MichelleJohnston.lifeVisit - Katerina Ferrara Instagram - Katerina FerraraGet your hand on Katerina's Travel Guides for Immersive Travel and Festivals in ItalyImmersion Travel Podcast on You TubeImmersion Travel Podcast on Apple Podcasts Immersion Travel Podcast on SpotifyShownotes at MichelleJohnston.lifeA Writer in Italy InstagramSubstack - At My TableMichelle's Books© 2025  A Writer In Italy - travel, books, art and lifeMusic Composed by Richard Johnston © 2025Today's end music - 'Chances'Richard's Music is available on Spotify and Apple Music - Album 4240Support the show

In this explosive roundtable, Michael Jaco brings together Kerry Cassidy, Brad Olsen, Laura Eisenhower, Donna Ferrara, and Mike Bara for a hard-hitting discussion on the mysteries and upheavals shaping our world. The panel unpacks the enigmatic Three I Atlas and why it may hold more significance than we've been told. They also examine disturbing revelations tied to the Charlie Kirk incident, the hidden networks behind human trafficking, and the quiet influence of financial institutions pulling strings on a global scale. Beyond current events, the group highlights startling historical anomalies, connections to secret societies, and the ongoing efforts of truth-seekers to expose corruption and awaken humanity. Each guest also shares updates on their latest research and previews of upcoming events where these urgent issues will be brought to light. This is more than a discussion — it's a bold exchange of insider perspectives and suppressed truths meant to challenge, inform, and inspire.   00:00 Introduction and Panel Overview 00:43 Donna Ferrara's Upcoming Event 01:59 Three I Atlas Discussion Begins 02:36 Brad Olson on Three I Atlas 03:53 Mike Barra's Apology and Insights 07:38 Carrie Cassidy on Richard Hoagland and Three I Atlas 15:05 Laura's Perspective on Three I Atlas 18:10 Donna Ferrara's Reflections 22:54 Brad Olson on New York Awakening Summit 25:11 Mike Barra on Conference Focus 29:04 Carrie Cassidy on Charlie Kirk and ET Groups 32:01 UAP Hearings: A Dog and Pony Show 32:36 Technical Difficulties and Swan 25 33:20 John Walson's Astronomical Discoveries 35:26 Secret Space Programs and Government Cover-Ups 37:09 Connecting the Dots: Historical and Religious Significance 40:31 Weaponization of the Zodiac and DNA 46:29 Montauk Project and Controlled Information 47:01 Charlie Kirk Incident: A Turning Point 57:48 Concluding Thoughts and Future Events     LANDING PAGE for people to get a "FREE" precious metals consultation with Dr. Kirk Elliott: https://www.kepm.com/jaco/ Affordable Cell Activation Technology with LifeWave: Experience miracles with a deep discount as a Brand Partner https://www.lifewave.com/michaeljaco https://michaelkjaco.com/liveyoungerwithmj/ Power of the Patch Information Resource: Go to: https://liveyounger.com/ AGE REVERSAL WITH GHK-Cu Copper Peptides contained in X-39 and X-49 https://copperpeptidebreakthrough.com Join us every week for Michael Jaco's Miracle Monday Meeting at 6:00 PM EST for Product Testimonials & Questions This 50 Minute Meeting Will Teach You Everything You Need To Know About Phototherapy & LifeWave!! ~ Great for Guests, Customers & Brand Partners ~ ⏬ Click the link below for Meeting access ⏬ Join Zoom Meeting https://us06web.zoom.us/j/87949021063 JoinMichaels Business Builder Webinar ~ Friday 6:00 EST Tune in weekly to Michael Jaco's LifeWave Business Builder Webinars feature LifeWave's top leaders sharing proven strategies, business tips, and real-world success stories to help you grow your organization and achieve lasting financial success. ⏬ Click the link below for Webinar access ⏬ https://us06web.zoom.us/j/86714931635?pwd=WQ8UTQc8o95A1g5q7bOAnRW79mPJep.1 Shop Intuitive Wellness Products to reverse the devastating effects of the vaccine impacts on cardiovascular, reproduction and greater potential for death at any time in history. Also increase overall health and resistance to all disease and inflammation. https://intuitivewellness.michaelkjaco.com/ INTUITIVE ULTRA CLEANSE/INTUITIVE OCEANS VIDEO ON DETOXING ALL FOODS: https://www.diseasediscoverychallenge.vip/food-dtox WAVWATCH - The revolutionary selfcare watch that's designed to support the health of your mind AND body! This one-of-a-kind watch provides anxiety relief, pain support, productivity boost, immune system enhancement, and more!

Ep 158 Description:  “If something feels good and you are not harming anyone, keep doing it, because pleasure will give you health, as simple as that.” —Samara Ferrara Imagine for a moment that your body's capacity for pleasure is your greatest strength in birth. That every fear, every past pain, could be transformed into a source of profound power and release. This isn't a fantasy; it's an ancient wisdom rooted not in fear, but in profound joy, release, and presence. Samara Ferrara is a professional home birth midwife in Mexico who brings a blend of science, spirit, and sacred care to her work. Having witnessed birth as a child and later birthing her own three children at home, she embodies a deep trust in the body's innate wisdom. Her courageous journey of healing from past trauma offers profound insight into how women can reclaim their sovereignty and transform the birthing process through pleasure. Tune in as Debra and Samara dive into the heart of Samara's practice, exploring how her personal story with pleasure and spiritual connection guides her work. She also shares a moving homebirth experience that revealed birth as a rite of passage and opens up about how motherhood, loss, and life's deepest cycles have shaped her sacred service to others.    Connect with Debra! Website: https://www.orgasmicbirth.com  Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/orgasmicbirth X: https://twitter.com/OrgasmicBirth  YouTube https://www.youtube.com/c/OrgasmicBirth1  Tik Tok https://www.tiktok.com/@orgasmicbirth  LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/debra-pascali-bonaro-1093471    Episode Highlights: 03:23 Introduced to Home Births 08:38 The Role of Doulas and Support Teams 13:31 Addressing Trauma and Finding Healing  15:58 Motherhood, Loos, and Deepening   19:51 Creating Pleasure in Birth and Parenting 25:26 Educating Children on Pleasure and Health 28:42 Explore Joy    Resources: 

In tutta Italia ci sarà uno sciopero generale nazionale a sostegno della popolazione palestinese e della missione internazionale della Global Sumud Flotilla, indetto da diversi sindacati di base. Con Paola Caridi, presidente di Lettera 22.Nei giorni scorsi l'azienda tecnologica Colossal Biosciences ha annunciato di essere sempre più vicina a riportare in vita il dodo, un uccello terrestre originario di Mauritius che si è estinto più di trecento anni fa. Con Alice Mosconi, paleoantropologa molecolare. Oggi parliamo anche di:Libri • Donata Columbro, Perché contare i femminicidi è un atto politico (Einaudi) Fuoriclasse. Internazionale a Ferrara.https://www.internazionale.it/festival/fuoriclasseCi piacerebbe sapere cosa pensi di questo episodio. Scrivici a podcast@internazionale.it Se ascolti questo podcast e ti piace, abbonati a Internazionale. È un modo concreto per sostenerci e per aiutarci a garantire ogni giorno un'informazione di qualità. Vai su internazionale.it/abbonatiConsulenza editoriale di Chiara NielsenProduzione di Claudio Balboni e Vincenzo De SimoneMusiche di Tommaso Colliva e Raffaele ScognaDirezione creativa di Jonathan Zenti

Send us a textWe continue our journey through the Este court of Ferrara, moving from Borso's decoration of the Palazzo Schifanoia to the ambitious reign of Ercole I. We explore his transformation of Ferrara with the Addizione Erculea and the dazzling Palazzo dei Diamanti, before turning to his son Alfonso and the overlooked brilliance of court painter Dosso Dossi. Finally, we trace how Este patronage shaped Renaissance literature through Ludovico Ariosto's Orlando Furioso, a chivalric epic that fused fantasy, wit, and courtly ideals into one of the great masterpieces of the age, one that enabled further crosscurrents between the visual and written world. Support/Watch/Follow: https://linktr.ee/italian_renaissance_podcastWorks Discussed:Palazzo Schifanoia Frescos: https://youtu.be/20FIWIDxEbg?si=_-6t4Iba48X0ozuKPalazzo dei Diamanti: https://www.wga.hu/frames-e.html?/html/r/rossett/diamant.htmlDosso DossiPortrait of Alfonso I, ca. 1534, https://it.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Battista_Dossi,_ritratto_di_Alfonso_I_d%27Este_-_Modena.jpgTriumph of Bacchus, ca. 1514: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Dosso_dossi,_trionfo_di_bacco,_00,1.jpgApollo and Daphne, ca 1525: https://youtube.com/shorts/P3o367FdT_c?si=mwY2Z-7Rr0T2PmycCirce/Melissa, ca 1524: https://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melissa_(Dossi) Get additional content by becoming a Patron: patreon.com/TheItalianRenaissancePodcast Support the show

What if the “real estate market” isn't actually one market at all? In this episode of Life at Ten Tenths, we're joined by the one and only Matthew Ferrara — philosopher, speaker, and real estate expert. Matthew was our very first guest after having switched podcasts. (Episode 14) He's back with fresh perspective on today's shifting market. Together we dive into: Why there's no such thing as one real estate market (there are millions!) The big difference between being a surfer vs. being a swimmer in business How to stop chasing price reductions and start mastering listing inventory management Why consumer confidence comes from you — not from AI, algorithms, or the latest tech tool How mindset + emotional intelligence shape your success in any market Matthew brings his signature mix of wisdom and energy to help you see this market for what it really is: an incredible opportunity to build skills, deepen relationships, and grow your business with intention.

Hour 2 of Wednesday's 3 Man Front featured Chris Stewart's preview of Alabama vs Wisconsin, Vince Ferrara's preview of Tennessee vs Georgia & the latest injury updates for the Crimson Tide. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.