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Grand événement - À la recherche d'un Avenir Commun DurableL'IA et les mathématiques pour la météorologie et la climatologieAI and math for meteorology and climatologyCollège de FranceAnnée 2024-20255 mai 2025Grand événement - AI and math for meteorology and climatology - Claire Monteleoni: Confronting climate change with generative and self-supervised machine learningClaire MonteleoniResearch Director, INRIA Paris & Professor, University of Colorado BoulderRésuméRésuméThe stunning recent advances in AI content generation rely on cutting-edge, generative deep learning algorithms and architectures trained on massive amounts of text, image, and video data. With different training data, these algorithms and architectures can also be used to confront climate change. As opposed to text and video, the relevant training data includes weather and climate data from observations, reanalyses, and even physical simulations. As in many massive data applications, creating "labeled data" for supervised machine learning is often costly, time-consuming, or even impossible. Fortuitously, in very large-scale data domains, "self-supervised" machine learning methods are now actually outperforming supervised learning methods. In this lecture, I will survey our lab's work developing generative and self-supervised machine learning approaches for applications addressing climate change, including downscaling and temporal interpolation of spatiotemporal data and generating probabilistic weather predictions.Claire MonteleoniClaire Monteleoni is a Choose France Chair in AI and a Research Director at INRIA Paris, a Professor in the Department of Computer Science at the University of Colorado Boulder (on leave), and the founding Editor in Chief of Environmental Data Science, a Cambridge University Press journal launched in December 2020. Her research on machine learning for the study of climate change helped launch the interdisciplinary field of Climate Informatics. She co-founded the International Conference on Climate Informatics, which will hold its 14th annual event in 2025. She gave an invited tutorial: Climate Change: Challenges for Machine Learning, at NeurIPS 2014. She currently serves on the U.S. National Science Foundation's Advisory Committee for Environmental Research and Education, and as Tutorials co-Chair for the International Conference on Machine Learning (ICML) 2024 and 2025.

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Mom's Hot Friend, Rachel Beautiful mature woman Joins Our Family Vacation on the beach. By Stonemarten. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. At the time of this story, I was about 30 years old and still near the peak of my virility; I had recently broken-up from a long-term relationship and feeling a little bruised by the experience, though I never felt lonely, as I've always had good mates around me, both male and female. My mum used to take short holidays out-of-season at a quiet beach resort in Spain and as my dad was constantly working, she often used to share her apartment with AuntyRachel. Rachel wasn't really my Aunty, but a very close friend of my mother's youth. I was told she was very close to us when I was a baby, and that's when she accepted the honorary title of Aunty, by my parents.  She'd married and moved away, but a couple years ago she was divorced. She never had children, so she renewed her connection with mum and the nickname "Aunty" seemed about right. Mum and Aunty were always very close, but I had almost no familiarity with her. She was a fine looking, mature woman in her late fifties and kept very fit and healthy for her age. She had mid-brown hair, which lightened a little in the sun and slight crows-feet around the eyes, for she was always sunning herself, giving her a lovely overall tan. Rachel was not slim, not fat, but curvaceous, with large boobs (I'd say D Cup) and a flattish tummy, a good sized bum with only a hint of cellulite; she went to the gym regularly and was in good shape for her age. Because mum knew I was a little down in the dumps, she asked whether I wished to join her and Rachel for a few days relaxing in the sunshine, eating some healthy Mediterranean food and swimming in the warm sea; not a regular prospect for me when living in Scotland! Up to then, I hadn't spent much time with Rachel, as I lived a long way from my parents since leaving for uni. My folks lived in the South of England. When I had met 'Aunty' while visiting my folks, she had always seemed very vivacious and friendly and I did like the look of her, having a bit of a penchant for mature women. Their little Riviera apartment was on the first floor of a well-kept, but almost deserted block, quite up-market, as the unit had three large bedrooms all on-suite. We each had our own room and space, a cozy arrangement, where we could come and go doing our own thing. My mum, who was a bit of an amateur artist, was off painting really good watercolor paintings; Rachel liked to read books and generally relax in the sunshine, whilst I went off early morning nature and bird-watching, which has always been my special thing (love-making excluded). A Stroll On The Beach Late one afternoon, mum was due to drive to a local beauty spot to paint a sunset and suggested that Rachel and I should perhaps go for a wander along the beach, as the weather was lovely. Just then Rachel strolled into the living room in a skimpy bikini, revealing her lush cleavage and deeply tanned body. How could I say 'no'? We set out together heading westwards along the wide sandy beach, which was almost deserted, except for the odd dog walker. Rachel was dressed in a yellow and white striped bikini with her bottom half wrapped in a light blue sarong. I was wearing t-shirt and swimming shorts. We walked slowly besides each other chatting away warmed by the sun. At one stage, Rachel took my hand and so we strolled hand-in-hand like a couple, but this wasn't a surprise to me as she was naturally an affectionate person. She took genuine interest in my life and preferences, even asking about my sex life and preferences? She treated me as a peer, not as a nephew. When I told her my recent relationship lacked any variety, she gasped; "She wouldn't even let you eat her?" Did she blow you? "No, and no." I said. It was getting hot, so Rachel undid her sarong, so looking down at her bottom, I thought I'd compliment her by saying: "wow, even your ass is tanned brown;" I said, while pulling down my own swim shorts at the back to show her my somewhat paler backside.  She smiled graciously at my compliment. "It's not just my ass that's brown" she said, reaching back to undo her bikini top and letting loose her large, tanned boobs. They were fully-bronzed indeed, sagging slightly of course, but otherwise perfect, with lovely dark brown nipples. "Take your shorts and t-shirt off" she said: "there's no-one around and you could do with getting some sun on your whiter bits". Amazingly, her confidence rubbed off on me and I took off my shirt and pulled my shorts off, becoming totally naked beside her. She put my garments in her beach bag, along with her sarong. My body was in good shape in those days though with a flat stomach and muscles defined from martial arts and the gym. How the hell did I muster up such confidence? So there we were, strolling along hand-in-hand with the only scrap of clothing between the two of us being Rachel's little bikini bottom. Rachel looked amazing and the sway of her hips as she moved caused a slight tumescence in my prick which she couldn't help but notice, as it swung a little from side to side. A couple moments later it was clubbing my thighs in a rhythm set by my walking pace.  All of a sudden, she dropped her hand from mine and reached over instead to grasp my swaying cock in her hand. "Your poor cock is getting knocked around. Such a shame to see such a beautiful phallus being treated so." She said as she led me along at a slower pace. This pleasant surprise immediately had my cock swelling and hardened to a long, thick erection, which she began stroking up and down slowly, whilst sporting a wide smile and wicked glint in her eyes, "what a lovely big boy" she exclaimed. A little way ahead of us was a small break between the sand dunes and an amused Rachel led me towards this gap, pulling me behind her by the cock in a rather comical manner.  I said nothing but anticipated anything could happen next. When we were hidden from view, she released me and spread-out her sarong on the sand. She then took me by the cock and guided me down, kneeling next to where she stood, then pushing me down onto my back in front of her. Dropping onto her knees between my thighs, she leaned her head down towards my rampant cock and placed the engorged pink head into her luscious mouth. Grabbing the shaft and wanking it, she licked and sucked my cock head and down to my balls, causing me to moan and shudder with pleasure; Rachel also gave out little moans, clearly enjoying the effect on me. After a few exquisite minutes, Rachel stood-up and quickly shed her bikini bottoms, moving forward to straddle my firm manhood that she placed between her spreading thighs. Rubbing its head for a few seconds against her moist labia, she eased down slowly to accommodate the thick shaft. Rachel's moist cunt may not have been the tightest, but it was certainly the hottest and wettest I'd ever felt, it was amazing and she could firmly grip me tightly. It took all my will-power not to ejaculate into her right there and then. Fortuitously for my ego, it was this lovely older lady that came first, as even after the first couple of pumps, Rachel was contorting forward and whimpering loudly as she convulsed over and over in a massive orgasm, gushing juices and clamping onto my thick shaft. Rachel's soft, brown tits bounced up and down gloriously as she rode me, pumping up and down on my swollen cock, as we both moaned and groaned in unison. I reached-up to grab and squeeze them, flicking my thumbs over her erect nipples as I did so; within seconds this had the desired effect and Rachel spasmed and pitched with the second of her mighty orgasms, which seemed to go on and on, her face contorted and mouth wide open. After a minute or so of further humping, Rachel rose up a little and I pushed her gently sideways onto her back. Straddling between her wide open legs, my head descended towards her womanhood, my tongue lapping at her engorged lips and clitoris like a cat at the cream; a few seconds of this had Rachel bucking and cumming again, grasping her tits and nipples and arching her back; I carried-on licking for a good five minutes as she gasped and sighed. My rampant cock was straining to return to its hot, wet home, so I moved up and over Rachel, giving her breasts deserved attention with my gaping mouth, before kissing and snogging this beautiful Milf, with our nether organs rubbing against each other. We were so ready for the finale with my favorite love-making position, the missionary. Grabbing my cock by the shaft, I pushed up into her soaking cunt and then plunged with abandon into her lovely body. Over and over I thrust into her, bum bouncing up and down obscenely, cock rodding in and out like a lubricated piston. We were both groaning at the pleasure of it and the pressure was building and building in my sperm-laden balls. Soon I could take it no longer, the site of this beautiful older woman writhing beneath me and the rhythmic squeezing of her cunt on my cock made me explode - jets of warm semen shot from my balls in white spurts through my pulsing shaft, splashing into the intimate depths of the gorgeous Rachel, as she screamed in mutual orgasm at the prize she had won by servicing this rampant young male. After kissing, cuddling and cleaning ourselves up, we set-off back down the beach holding hands as the sun was setting behind us, a little sheepish, as we didn't want mum to find-out what we had done. What was certain though, was that there was no way my lovely mature Rachel would be escaping my lusty clutches at least once again before I left for the UK in a few days' time. Fun times in the shower with amazing older woman. Following our illicit encounter on the beach, I only had a couple of days remaining of my holiday in Spain and was desperate to get to grips with Aunty Rachel at least once more before I left. Mum seemed to notice a change of atmosphere between myself and Rachel on the occasions when the three of us were socialising together.. I never seemed to have a chance to be alone with her, as mum was always around, purposely or not. On the last day before I was due to fly back to the UK, I resigned myself to not having another sexy encounter with the gorgeous lady. After lunch together, mum took Rachel out shopping and I went to sunbathe on a lounger and swim in the pool. Later in the afternoon, I went to the apartment to have a shower and to wash off the chlorine. It was a good sized shower and the shower-head was one of those large modern ones that makes you feel like you're standing in a tropical rainstorm. Needless to say, a lot of steam rose-up which fogged-up the place. Soon I was aware that someone had entered the bathroom, but I couldn't see clearly through the steamed-up glass. A manicured hand slid open the glass door to reveal the fully nude, tanned glory of the lovely Rachel. She stepped into the shower and I pulled her gently towards my slippery body, as the warm water cascaded upon us. We immediately started to kiss passionately and my soapy hands stroked and fondled her wonderful curves. Hers in turn ran-up and down my firm, muscular frame. My cock was quickly at full mast, poking rudely against her belly. One of her hands reached down to grasp the thick shaft, wanking it back and forth, causing the bulbous head to roll-in and out of the foreskin; within seconds this had me moaning with pleasure. Her other hand began to cup and soap my sperm laden balls making pre-cum ooze as a result of her double attention. My hands were upon her large, soft boobs, fondling and gently tweaking the lovely brown nipples into rising peaks. I leaned my head down to suckle them, one and then the other. Moving my right hand down between her legs, I ran my fingers up and down her swollen labia and over her little love button, then into her warm, moist cunt. Rachel gasped, delightfully surprised at the expert fingering of such a fine young man. We carried-on frigging each other, our tongues entwining deliciously in the French manner, groaning and mewing. Rachel's mouth suddenly gaped wide in a high-pitched howl as the spasms of orgasm overwhelmed her, love-hole clamping in pulses on my fingers and soaking them with juices. I was sure our secret was now discovered. The whole building had to have heard Rachel's orgasm. She noticed my concern and simply said; "It'll take her at least another 30 minutes to get back here. When we left the shower, we were clean in one way for sure, but very dirty in another, as Rachel leaned over me to envelop my stiff cock in her mouth, sucking and butterfly licking its sensitive head. I grabbed a large bath towel and started drying-us down as Rachel's head bobbed back and forth. Discarding the towel, I followed Rachel into her bedroom admiring her curvy figure, fantastic for a woman now in her midlife. When she turned towards me, I pushed her backwards onto the bed, with my strong body on top of her, opening thighs wide and watching her soft tits bounce up and down. My cock found her cunt with impeccable aim and eased all the way into her warm moist sheath. Rachel may have been a mature woman, but she was a perfect fit for my youthful prick as I began to piston in and out of her. Smooth bronze legs curled around the back of my thighs, as I pumped over and over again to a chorus of: "oh baby, oh baby, oh baby!" With the feeling I was about to cum, I built-up the intensity of my thrusts, so that Rachel could sense it and her cries grew louder as she peaked towards her own climax. I was there and with a guttural growl, erupted, spunk shooting and coating her intimate place with torrents of warm white seed. As if on instinct, Rachel's cunt clenched in uncontrollable spasms as she wailed in the throes of her own orgasm. When mum arrived home sometime later, Rachel and I were in the kitchen drinking wine as if nothing had happened. A conspiratorial grin from Rachel was the only confirmation of our secretive passion. I flew out of Spain the next morning with a renewed sense of joy. I took the train from London to Edinburgh while having the distinct feeling that it wouldn't be long before I would partake again in the pleasures of Rachel, the gorgeous older woman. Lovely, mature Rachel heats-up my wee flat in Edinburgh. My heart raced a little faster when I saw the unmistakable, curvy figure of Aunty Rachel coming towards me down the platform of Waverley Station in Edinburgh. She looked as beautiful as ever as I gathered her up in my arms for a kiss. She was wearing a figure-hugging, light blue dress showing off her ample cleavage, underneath a short, pale yellow jacket and white scarf with blue polka dots. She was looking very summery with her tan, sun-lightened, brown hair and large round sunglasses. I grabbed her suitcase and held her hand as we headed-up onto Princes Street and then on to Rose Street to a pub for a drink, so she could relax after her long journey from the South of England The pub was very busy, so we sat cozily next to each other chatting, whilst I drank my pint of Belhaven Best and she sipped her gin and tonic. Her sweet perfume and the proximity of this luscious, mature woman had my cock swelling a little in my trousers, so I leaned over to kiss her full lips, as our thighs rubbed softly together and her hand gently stroked my knee. After a second round of drinks, I was beginning to feel a bit tipsy and even more horny at the thought of a proper re-acquaintance with this gorgeous creature. We left the pub and took a cab from a nearby taxi-rank for the short journey to my flat in the old city. On closing the door to my cozy wee place, Rachel put her arms around me for a hug and I pushed her gently up against the wall in the hallway so we could kiss passionately, our hands running hungrily over each other's bodies. My fully engorged prick ground against her luscious mound as we snogged, with Rachel rotating her hips a little to allow maximum contact to her sensitive places, making her moan quietly into my mouth, as our tongues fenced and swirled. Breaking-off reluctantly and holding Rachel's hand, I gave her a brief tour of my little bachelor pad at which she was suitably impressed. I had set a romantic table for two in the kitchen and started to cook a light stir-fry with sea-food in my wok, as Rachel chatted to me cheerily over a glass or two of Chablis. Rachel looked even prettier with her eyes sparkling over our candlelight dinner and I felt my seductive banter and boozy, home-made tiramisu was bound to get her in the mood for loving. After the meal, Rachel disappeared into the bathroom, whilst I sat languishing on my sofa with a little dram. She entered the sitting room wearing my toweling bathrobe. As she stood in front of me with a cheeky smile, she undid the belt and slowly slid the robe off her shoulders to reveal a magnificent sight to any young, horny guy like me. Rachel was in the finest lingerie, matching ivory silk bra and panties covered with red roses and silk stockings and suspenders of the same creamy color. With her tan and feminine curves, she looked amazing as she gave a sexy little wiggle and turn for my admiration. I rose to my feet, with a hard cock pressing visibly in my trousers and held her hand above her head as she twirled like in a ballroom dance. Standing back and gazing from her head to her varnished toes with unbridled lust, I gathered her into my arms for a passionate snog. My hands stroked up and down her lovely body and through her hair and she did the same with my manly frame. We carried-on French kissing and moaning gently as my hands cupped and fondled her large, silk-encased globes, thumb flicking softly over her nipples, causing them to poke-out through the shiny fabric. My other hand strayed between her legs to rub up and down her cunt lips, so that moisture seeped on-to my fingers through the silky material. Rachel moaned and held hard onto me, as her knees buckled at the pleasure flashing through her from my dexterous digits. I was desperate to shaft this gorgeous, mature woman, so scooped her into my arms and carried her into my bedroom, throwing her onto my king-sized bed. As I was stripping off my clothing, Rachel spread her thighs and ran her graceful fingers up and down the soaking silk of her panties. "I love your strong, young body" she gasped. When I'd stripped off my boxer shorts and my thick, hard cock bounced-out, she couldn't take her eyes off it and placed her hand inside her panties to rub her sensitive clitty with abandon. I maneuvered my head between her legs and pulled aside her panties to admire her moist cunt, then used the flat of my tongue to lap at her engorged labia. This had Rachel squirming and moaning as she ran her fingers through my hair. Flicking my tongue like a side to side like a lizard on her little bud, whilst fingering her cunt, soon had Rachel arching and spasming in orgasm, squirting some love juice onto my hand and face. Moving up her lovely body, she had undone her bra, freeing me to fondle those fulsome, tanned boobies and suckle and butterfly flick her long, brown nipples to her evident delight. Her hand reached down to grasp my thick cock, jerking it up and down slowly with elegant fingers. "I want that big boy inside of me" she pleaded, rising up and guiding my rampant erection towards her silk covered womanhood. Pulling her panties to one side, she slowly impaled herself down onto the thick shaft, gasping as she did so. "Oh, how you fill me, oh I love it" she moaned and shuddered. Rachel began to ease up and down, soon riding my cock like a desperado, her mouth open wide in ecstasy, as I pumped up into her. Warm love juices and precum mixed and streamed down my pistoning rod, flowing over hairy balls onto the duvet beneath. We were both gasping and groaning in unity, with me so close to exploding and Rachel screaming as she came again, a second huge orgasm pulsing in waves through her gorgeous body. Turning the panting Rachel onto her back, I lay on top kissing her face and neck, as she recovered from such a powerful climax. The head of my engorged prick was probing lightly at her dripping labia and throbbing clit as we petted lovingly. Soon she was ready for me again and reached down to guide my hard cock towards the entrance of her open cunt, then grasped my firm ass, pushing me all the way deep into her soaking love tunnel. I began to thrust, slowly at first and then with gathering pace as Rachel's lovely, hot cunt enticed and squeezed my throbbing shaft. She moaned and cried: "Oh God, oh God" as I pumped her harder and harder, grinding on her clitty on the downward stroke to push her towards heights of desire. Soon, I knew that I could hold out no longer; my aching balls were rising and the pressure within them building to blasting point. In and out, in and out I humped, balls-deep into this beautiful cougar, her wanton body arching upwards to match my thrusts. Then it was there, I was coming, sperm rushing from balls through throbbing shaft, jetting streams of hot white spunk into lovely Rachel's soaking cunt, herself rippling again in orgasm, as if to milk every last spurt of young man's juice into her grasping womb. We lay in each other's arms, gazing into adoring eyes and kissing fondly as we caught our breath from our loving exertions. We had the whole weekend ahead of us and I knew I would have to summon all my youthful strength and energy to satisfy the unbridled lust of this wonderful older woman. Rachel was an incredibly orgasmic, mature woman and I believe I brought-out the very best of her sexuality. By Stonemarten for Literotica

Mom's Hot Friend, Rachel Beautiful mature woman Joins Our Family Vacation on the beach. By Stonemarten. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. At the time of this story, I was about 30 years old and still near the peak of my virility; I had recently broken-up from a long-term relationship and feeling a little bruised by the experience, though I never felt lonely, as I've always had good mates around me, both male and female. My mum used to take short holidays out-of-season at a quiet beach resort in Spain and as my dad was constantly working, she often used to share her apartment with AuntyRachel. Rachel wasn't really my Aunty, but a very close friend of my mother's youth. I was told she was very close to us when I was a baby, and that's when she accepted the honorary title of Aunty, by my parents.  She'd married and moved away, but a couple years ago she was divorced. She never had children, so she renewed her connection with mum and the nickname "Aunty" seemed about right. Mum and Aunty were always very close, but I had almost no familiarity with her. She was a fine looking, mature woman in her late fifties and kept very fit and healthy for her age. She had mid-brown hair, which lightened a little in the sun and slight crows-feet around the eyes, for she was always sunning herself, giving her a lovely overall tan. Rachel was not slim, not fat, but curvaceous, with large boobs (I'd say D Cup) and a flattish tummy, a good sized bum with only a hint of cellulite; she went to the gym regularly and was in good shape for her age. Because mum knew I was a little down in the dumps, she asked whether I wished to join her and Rachel for a few days relaxing in the sunshine, eating some healthy Mediterranean food and swimming in the warm sea; not a regular prospect for me when living in Scotland! Up to then, I hadn't spent much time with Rachel, as I lived a long way from my parents since leaving for uni. My folks lived in the South of England. When I had met 'Aunty' while visiting my folks, she had always seemed very vivacious and friendly and I did like the look of her, having a bit of a penchant for mature women. Their little Riviera apartment was on the first floor of a well-kept, but almost deserted block, quite up-market, as the unit had three large bedrooms all on-suite. We each had our own room and space, a cozy arrangement, where we could come and go doing our own thing. My mum, who was a bit of an amateur artist, was off painting really good watercolor paintings; Rachel liked to read books and generally relax in the sunshine, whilst I went off early morning nature and bird-watching, which has always been my special thing (love-making excluded). A Stroll On The Beach Late one afternoon, mum was due to drive to a local beauty spot to paint a sunset and suggested that Rachel and I should perhaps go for a wander along the beach, as the weather was lovely. Just then Rachel strolled into the living room in a skimpy bikini, revealing her lush cleavage and deeply tanned body. How could I say 'no'? We set out together heading westwards along the wide sandy beach, which was almost deserted, except for the odd dog walker. Rachel was dressed in a yellow and white striped bikini with her bottom half wrapped in a light blue sarong. I was wearing t-shirt and swimming shorts. We walked slowly besides each other chatting away warmed by the sun. At one stage, Rachel took my hand and so we strolled hand-in-hand like a couple, but this wasn't a surprise to me as she was naturally an affectionate person. She took genuine interest in my life and preferences, even asking about my sex life and preferences? She treated me as a peer, not as a nephew. When I told her my recent relationship lacked any variety, she gasped; "She wouldn't even let you eat her?" Did she blow you? "No, and no." I said. It was getting hot, so Rachel undid her sarong, so looking down at her bottom, I thought I'd compliment her by saying: "wow, even your ass is tanned brown;" I said, while pulling down my own swim shorts at the back to show her my somewhat paler backside.  She smiled graciously at my compliment. "It's not just my ass that's brown" she said, reaching back to undo her bikini top and letting loose her large, tanned boobs. They were fully-bronzed indeed, sagging slightly of course, but otherwise perfect, with lovely dark brown nipples. "Take your shorts and t-shirt off" she said: "there's no-one around and you could do with getting some sun on your whiter bits". Amazingly, her confidence rubbed off on me and I took off my shirt and pulled my shorts off, becoming totally naked beside her. She put my garments in her beach bag, along with her sarong. My body was in good shape in those days though with a flat stomach and muscles defined from martial arts and the gym. How the hell did I muster up such confidence? So there we were, strolling along hand-in-hand with the only scrap of clothing between the two of us being Rachel's little bikini bottom. Rachel looked amazing and the sway of her hips as she moved caused a slight tumescence in my prick which she couldn't help but notice, as it swung a little from side to side. A couple moments later it was clubbing my thighs in a rhythm set by my walking pace.  All of a sudden, she dropped her hand from mine and reached over instead to grasp my swaying cock in her hand. "Your poor cock is getting knocked around. Such a shame to see such a beautiful phallus being treated so." She said as she led me along at a slower pace. This pleasant surprise immediately had my cock swelling and hardened to a long, thick erection, which she began stroking up and down slowly, whilst sporting a wide smile and wicked glint in her eyes, "what a lovely big boy" she exclaimed. A little way ahead of us was a small break between the sand dunes and an amused Rachel led me towards this gap, pulling me behind her by the cock in a rather comical manner.  I said nothing but anticipated anything could happen next. When we were hidden from view, she released me and spread-out her sarong on the sand. She then took me by the cock and guided me down, kneeling next to where she stood, then pushing me down onto my back in front of her. Dropping onto her knees between my thighs, she leaned her head down towards my rampant cock and placed the engorged pink head into her luscious mouth. Grabbing the shaft and wanking it, she licked and sucked my cock head and down to my balls, causing me to moan and shudder with pleasure; Rachel also gave out little moans, clearly enjoying the effect on me. After a few exquisite minutes, Rachel stood-up and quickly shed her bikini bottoms, moving forward to straddle my firm manhood that she placed between her spreading thighs. Rubbing its head for a few seconds against her moist labia, she eased down slowly to accommodate the thick shaft. Rachel's moist cunt may not have been the tightest, but it was certainly the hottest and wettest I'd ever felt, it was amazing and she could firmly grip me tightly. It took all my will-power not to ejaculate into her right there and then. Fortuitously for my ego, it was this lovely older lady that came first, as even after the first couple of pumps, Rachel was contorting forward and whimpering loudly as she convulsed over and over in a massive orgasm, gushing juices and clamping onto my thick shaft. Rachel's soft, brown tits bounced up and down gloriously as she rode me, pumping up and down on my swollen cock, as we both moaned and groaned in unison. I reached-up to grab and squeeze them, flicking my thumbs over her erect nipples as I did so; within seconds this had the desired effect and Rachel spasmed and pitched with the second of her mighty orgasms, which seemed to go on and on, her face contorted and mouth wide open. After a minute or so of further humping, Rachel rose up a little and I pushed her gently sideways onto her back. Straddling between her wide open legs, my head descended towards her womanhood, my tongue lapping at her engorged lips and clitoris like a cat at the cream; a few seconds of this had Rachel bucking and cumming again, grasping her tits and nipples and arching her back; I carried-on licking for a good five minutes as she gasped and sighed. My rampant cock was straining to return to its hot, wet home, so I moved up and over Rachel, giving her breasts deserved attention with my gaping mouth, before kissing and snogging this beautiful Milf, with our nether organs rubbing against each other. We were so ready for the finale with my favorite love-making position, the missionary. Grabbing my cock by the shaft, I pushed up into her soaking cunt and then plunged with abandon into her lovely body. Over and over I thrust into her, bum bouncing up and down obscenely, cock rodding in and out like a lubricated piston. We were both groaning at the pleasure of it and the pressure was building and building in my sperm-laden balls. Soon I could take it no longer, the site of this beautiful older woman writhing beneath me and the rhythmic squeezing of her cunt on my cock made me explode - jets of warm semen shot from my balls in white spurts through my pulsing shaft, splashing into the intimate depths of the gorgeous Rachel, as she screamed in mutual orgasm at the prize she had won by servicing this rampant young male. After kissing, cuddling and cleaning ourselves up, we set-off back down the beach holding hands as the sun was setting behind us, a little sheepish, as we didn't want mum to find-out what we had done. What was certain though, was that there was no way my lovely mature Rachel would be escaping my lusty clutches at least once again before I left for the UK in a few days' time. Fun times in the shower with amazing older woman. Following our illicit encounter on the beach, I only had a couple of days remaining of my holiday in Spain and was desperate to get to grips with Aunty Rachel at least once more before I left. Mum seemed to notice a change of atmosphere between myself and Rachel on the occasions when the three of us were socialising together.. I never seemed to have a chance to be alone with her, as mum was always around, purposely or not. On the last day before I was due to fly back to the UK, I resigned myself to not having another sexy encounter with the gorgeous lady. After lunch together, mum took Rachel out shopping and I went to sunbathe on a lounger and swim in the pool. Later in the afternoon, I went to the apartment to have a shower and to wash off the chlorine. It was a good sized shower and the shower-head was one of those large modern ones that makes you feel like you're standing in a tropical rainstorm. Needless to say, a lot of steam rose-up which fogged-up the place. Soon I was aware that someone had entered the bathroom, but I couldn't see clearly through the steamed-up glass. A manicured hand slid open the glass door to reveal the fully nude, tanned glory of the lovely Rachel. She stepped into the shower and I pulled her gently towards my slippery body, as the warm water cascaded upon us. We immediately started to kiss passionately and my soapy hands stroked and fondled her wonderful curves. Hers in turn ran-up and down my firm, muscular frame. My cock was quickly at full mast, poking rudely against her belly. One of her hands reached down to grasp the thick shaft, wanking it back and forth, causing the bulbous head to roll-in and out of the foreskin; within seconds this had me moaning with pleasure. Her other hand began to cup and soap my sperm laden balls making pre-cum ooze as a result of her double attention. My hands were upon her large, soft boobs, fondling and gently tweaking the lovely brown nipples into rising peaks. I leaned my head down to suckle them, one and then the other. Moving my right hand down between her legs, I ran my fingers up and down her swollen labia and over her little love button, then into her warm, moist cunt. Rachel gasped, delightfully surprised at the expert fingering of such a fine young man. We carried-on frigging each other, our tongues entwining deliciously in the French manner, groaning and mewing. Rachel's mouth suddenly gaped wide in a high-pitched howl as the spasms of orgasm overwhelmed her, love-hole clamping in pulses on my fingers and soaking them with juices. I was sure our secret was now discovered. The whole building had to have heard Rachel's orgasm. She noticed my concern and simply said; "It'll take her at least another 30 minutes to get back here. When we left the shower, we were clean in one way for sure, but very dirty in another, as Rachel leaned over me to envelop my stiff cock in her mouth, sucking and butterfly licking its sensitive head. I grabbed a large bath towel and started drying-us down as Rachel's head bobbed back and forth. Discarding the towel, I followed Rachel into her bedroom admiring her curvy figure, fantastic for a woman now in her midlife. When she turned towards me, I pushed her backwards onto the bed, with my strong body on top of her, opening thighs wide and watching her soft tits bounce up and down. My cock found her cunt with impeccable aim and eased all the way into her warm moist sheath. Rachel may have been a mature woman, but she was a perfect fit for my youthful prick as I began to piston in and out of her. Smooth bronze legs curled around the back of my thighs, as I pumped over and over again to a chorus of: "oh baby, oh baby, oh baby!" With the feeling I was about to cum, I built-up the intensity of my thrusts, so that Rachel could sense it and her cries grew louder as she peaked towards her own climax. I was there and with a guttural growl, erupted, spunk shooting and coating her intimate place with torrents of warm white seed. As if on instinct, Rachel's cunt clenched in uncontrollable spasms as she wailed in the throes of her own orgasm. When mum arrived home sometime later, Rachel and I were in the kitchen drinking wine as if nothing had happened. A conspiratorial grin from Rachel was the only confirmation of our secretive passion. I flew out of Spain the next morning with a renewed sense of joy. I took the train from London to Edinburgh while having the distinct feeling that it wouldn't be long before I would partake again in the pleasures of Rachel, the gorgeous older woman. Lovely, mature Rachel heats-up my wee flat in Edinburgh. My heart raced a little faster when I saw the unmistakable, curvy figure of Aunty Rachel coming towards me down the platform of Waverley Station in Edinburgh. She looked as beautiful as ever as I gathered her up in my arms for a kiss. She was wearing a figure-hugging, light blue dress showing off her ample cleavage, underneath a short, pale yellow jacket and white scarf with blue polka dots. She was looking very summery with her tan, sun-lightened, brown hair and large round sunglasses. I grabbed her suitcase and held her hand as we headed-up onto Princes Street and then on to Rose Street to a pub for a drink, so she could relax after her long journey from the South of England The pub was very busy, so we sat cozily next to each other chatting, whilst I drank my pint of Belhaven Best and she sipped her gin and tonic. Her sweet perfume and the proximity of this luscious, mature woman had my cock swelling a little in my trousers, so I leaned over to kiss her full lips, as our thighs rubbed softly together and her hand gently stroked my knee. After a second round of drinks, I was beginning to feel a bit tipsy and even more horny at the thought of a proper re-acquaintance with this gorgeous creature. We left the pub and took a cab from a nearby taxi-rank for the short journey to my flat in the old city. On closing the door to my cozy wee place, Rachel put her arms around me for a hug and I pushed her gently up against the wall in the hallway so we could kiss passionately, our hands running hungrily over each other's bodies. My fully engorged prick ground against her luscious mound as we snogged, with Rachel rotating her hips a little to allow maximum contact to her sensitive places, making her moan quietly into my mouth, as our tongues fenced and swirled. Breaking-off reluctantly and holding Rachel's hand, I gave her a brief tour of my little bachelor pad at which she was suitably impressed. I had set a romantic table for two in the kitchen and started to cook a light stir-fry with sea-food in my wok, as Rachel chatted to me cheerily over a glass or two of Chablis. Rachel looked even prettier with her eyes sparkling over our candlelight dinner and I felt my seductive banter and boozy, home-made tiramisu was bound to get her in the mood for loving. After the meal, Rachel disappeared into the bathroom, whilst I sat languishing on my sofa with a little dram. She entered the sitting room wearing my toweling bathrobe. As she stood in front of me with a cheeky smile, she undid the belt and slowly slid the robe off her shoulders to reveal a magnificent sight to any young, horny guy like me. Rachel was in the finest lingerie, matching ivory silk bra and panties covered with red roses and silk stockings and suspenders of the same creamy color. With her tan and feminine curves, she looked amazing as she gave a sexy little wiggle and turn for my admiration. I rose to my feet, with a hard cock pressing visibly in my trousers and held her hand above her head as she twirled like in a ballroom dance. Standing back and gazing from her head to her varnished toes with unbridled lust, I gathered her into my arms for a passionate snog. My hands stroked up and down her lovely body and through her hair and she did the same with my manly frame. We carried-on French kissing and moaning gently as my hands cupped and fondled her large, silk-encased globes, thumb flicking softly over her nipples, causing them to poke-out through the shiny fabric. My other hand strayed between her legs to rub up and down her cunt lips, so that moisture seeped on-to my fingers through the silky material. Rachel moaned and held hard onto me, as her knees buckled at the pleasure flashing through her from my dexterous digits. I was desperate to shaft this gorgeous, mature woman, so scooped her into my arms and carried her into my bedroom, throwing her onto my king-sized bed. As I was stripping off my clothing, Rachel spread her thighs and ran her graceful fingers up and down the soaking silk of her panties. "I love your strong, young body" she gasped. When I'd stripped off my boxer shorts and my thick, hard cock bounced-out, she couldn't take her eyes off it and placed her hand inside her panties to rub her sensitive clitty with abandon. I maneuvered my head between her legs and pulled aside her panties to admire her moist cunt, then used the flat of my tongue to lap at her engorged labia. This had Rachel squirming and moaning as she ran her fingers through my hair. Flicking my tongue like a side to side like a lizard on her little bud, whilst fingering her cunt, soon had Rachel arching and spasming in orgasm, squirting some love juice onto my hand and face. Moving up her lovely body, she had undone her bra, freeing me to fondle those fulsome, tanned boobies and suckle and butterfly flick her long, brown nipples to her evident delight. Her hand reached down to grasp my thick cock, jerking it up and down slowly with elegant fingers. "I want that big boy inside of me" she pleaded, rising up and guiding my rampant erection towards her silk covered womanhood. Pulling her panties to one side, she slowly impaled herself down onto the thick shaft, gasping as she did so. "Oh, how you fill me, oh I love it" she moaned and shuddered. Rachel began to ease up and down, soon riding my cock like a desperado, her mouth open wide in ecstasy, as I pumped up into her. Warm love juices and precum mixed and streamed down my pistoning rod, flowing over hairy balls onto the duvet beneath. We were both gasping and groaning in unity, with me so close to exploding and Rachel screaming as she came again, a second huge orgasm pulsing in waves through her gorgeous body. Turning the panting Rachel onto her back, I lay on top kissing her face and neck, as she recovered from such a powerful climax. The head of my engorged prick was probing lightly at her dripping labia and throbbing clit as we petted lovingly. Soon she was ready for me again and reached down to guide my hard cock towards the entrance of her open cunt, then grasped my firm ass, pushing me all the way deep into her soaking love tunnel. I began to thrust, slowly at first and then with gathering pace as Rachel's lovely, hot cunt enticed and squeezed my throbbing shaft. She moaned and cried: "Oh God, oh God" as I pumped her harder and harder, grinding on her clitty on the downward stroke to push her towards heights of desire. Soon, I knew that I could hold out no longer; my aching balls were rising and the pressure within them building to blasting point. In and out, in and out I humped, balls-deep into this beautiful cougar, her wanton body arching upwards to match my thrusts. Then it was there, I was coming, sperm rushing from balls through throbbing shaft, jetting streams of hot white spunk into lovely Rachel's soaking cunt, herself rippling again in orgasm, as if to milk every last spurt of young man's juice into her grasping womb. We lay in each other's arms, gazing into adoring eyes and kissing fondly as we caught our breath from our loving exertions. We had the whole weekend ahead of us and I knew I would have to summon all my youthful strength and energy to satisfy the unbridled lust of this wonderful older woman. Rachel was an incredibly orgasmic, mature woman and I believe I brought-out the very best of her sexuality. By Stonemarten for Literotica

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Mom's Hot Friend, Rachel Beautiful mature woman Joins Our Family Vacation on the beach. By Stonemarten. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. At the time of this story, I was about 30 years old and still near the peak of my virility; I had recently broken-up from a long-term relationship and feeling a little bruised by the experience, though I never felt lonely, as I've always had good mates around me, both male and female. My mum used to take short holidays out-of-season at a quiet beach resort in Spain and as my dad was constantly working, she often used to share her apartment with AuntyRachel. Rachel wasn't really my Aunty, but a very close friend of my mother's youth. I was told she was very close to us when I was a baby, and that's when she accepted the honorary title of Aunty, by my parents.  She'd married and moved away, but a couple years ago she was divorced. She never had children, so she renewed her connection with mum and the nickname "Aunty" seemed about right. Mum and Aunty were always very close, but I had almost no familiarity with her. She was a fine looking, mature woman in her late fifties and kept very fit and healthy for her age. She had mid-brown hair, which lightened a little in the sun and slight crows-feet around the eyes, for she was always sunning herself, giving her a lovely overall tan. Rachel was not slim, not fat, but curvaceous, with large boobs (I'd say D Cup) and a flattish tummy, a good sized bum with only a hint of cellulite; she went to the gym regularly and was in good shape for her age. Because mum knew I was a little down in the dumps, she asked whether I wished to join her and Rachel for a few days relaxing in the sunshine, eating some healthy Mediterranean food and swimming in the warm sea; not a regular prospect for me when living in Scotland! Up to then, I hadn't spent much time with Rachel, as I lived a long way from my parents since leaving for uni. My folks lived in the South of England. When I had met ‘Aunty' while visiting my folks, she had always seemed very vivacious and friendly and I did like the look of her, having a bit of a penchant for mature women. Their little Riviera apartment was on the first floor of a well-kept, but almost deserted block, quite up-market, as the unit had three large bedrooms all on-suite. We each had our own room and space, a cozy arrangement, where we could come and go doing our own thing. My mum, who was a bit of an amateur artist, was off painting really good watercolor paintings; Rachel liked to read books and generally relax in the sunshine, whilst I went off early morning nature and bird-watching, which has always been my special thing (love-making excluded). A Stroll On The Beach Late one afternoon, mum was due to drive to a local beauty spot to paint a sunset and suggested that Rachel and I should perhaps go for a wander along the beach, as the weather was lovely. Just then Rachel strolled into the living room in a skimpy bikini, revealing her lush cleavage and deeply tanned body. How could I say ‘no'? We set out together heading westwards along the wide sandy beach, which was almost deserted, except for the odd dog walker. Rachel was dressed in a yellow and white striped bikini with her bottom half wrapped in a light blue sarong. I was wearing t-shirt and swimming shorts. We walked slowly besides each other chatting away warmed by the sun. At one stage, Rachel took my hand and so we strolled hand-in-hand like a couple, but this wasn't a surprise to me as she was naturally an affectionate person. She took genuine interest in my life and preferences, even asking about my sex life and preferences? She treated me as a peer, not as a nephew. When I told her my recent relationship lacked any variety, she gasped; “She wouldn't even let you eat her?” Did she blow you? “No, and no.” I said. It was getting hot, so Rachel undid her sarong, so looking down at her bottom, I thought I'd compliment her by saying: "wow, even your ass is tanned brown;" I said, while pulling down my own swim shorts at the back to show her my somewhat paler backside.  She smiled graciously at my compliment. "It's not just my ass that's brown" she said, reaching back to undo her bikini top and letting loose her large, tanned boobs. They were fully-bronzed indeed, sagging slightly of course, but otherwise perfect, with lovely dark brown nipples. "Take your shorts and t-shirt off" she said: "there's no-one around and you could do with getting some sun on your whiter bits". Amazingly, her confidence rubbed off on me and I took off my shirt and pulled my shorts off, becoming totally naked beside her. She put my garments in her beach bag, along with her sarong. My body was in good shape in those days though with a flat stomach and muscles defined from martial arts and the gym. How the hell did I muster up such confidence? So there we were, strolling along hand-in-hand with the only scrap of clothing between the two of us being Rachel's little bikini bottom. Rachel looked amazing and the sway of her hips as she moved caused a slight tumescence in my prick which she couldn't help but notice, as it swung a little from side to side. A couple moments later it was clubbing my thighs in a rhythm set by my walking pace.  All of a sudden, she dropped her hand from mine and reached over instead to grasp my swaying cock in her hand. “Your poor cock is getting knocked around. Such a shame to see such a beautiful phallus being treated so.” She said as she led me along at a slower pace. This pleasant surprise immediately had my cock swelling and hardened to a long, thick erection, which she began stroking up and down slowly, whilst sporting a wide smile and wicked glint in her eyes, "what a lovely big boy" she exclaimed. A little way ahead of us was a small break between the sand dunes and an amused Rachel led me towards this gap, pulling me behind her by the cock in a rather comical manner.  I said nothing but anticipated anything could happen next. When we were hidden from view, she released me and spread-out her sarong on the sand. She then took me by the cock and guided me down, kneeling next to where she stood, then pushing me down onto my back in front of her. Dropping onto her knees between my thighs, she leaned her head down towards my rampant cock and placed the engorged pink head into her luscious mouth. Grabbing the shaft and wanking it, she licked and sucked my cock head and down to my balls, causing me to moan and shudder with pleasure; Rachel also gave out little moans, clearly enjoying the effect on me. After a few exquisite minutes, Rachel stood-up and quickly shed her bikini bottoms, moving forward to straddle my firm manhood that she placed between her spreading thighs. Rubbing its head for a few seconds against her moist labia, she eased down slowly to accommodate the thick shaft. Rachel's moist cunt may not have been the tightest, but it was certainly the hottest and wettest I'd ever felt, it was amazing and she could firmly grip me tightly. It took all my will-power not to ejaculate into her right there and then. Fortuitously for my ego, it was this lovely older lady that came first, as even after the first couple of pumps, Rachel was contorting forward and whimpering loudly as she convulsed over and over in a massive orgasm, gushing juices and clamping onto my thick shaft. Rachel's soft, brown tits bounced up and down gloriously as she rode me, pumping up and down on my swollen cock, as we both moaned and groaned in unison. I reached-up to grab and squeeze them, flicking my thumbs over her erect nipples as I did so; within seconds this had the desired effect and Rachel spasmed and pitched with the second of her mighty orgasms, which seemed to go on and on, her face contorted and mouth wide open. After a minute or so of further humping, Rachel rose up a little and I pushed her gently sideways onto her back. Straddling between her wide open legs, my head descended towards her womanhood, my tongue lapping at her engorged lips and clitoris like a cat at the cream; a few seconds of this had Rachel bucking and cumming again, grasping her tits and nipples and arching her back; I carried-on licking for a good five minutes as she gasped and sighed. My rampant cock was straining to return to its hot, wet home, so I moved up and over Rachel, giving her breasts deserved attention with my gaping mouth, before kissing and snogging this beautiful Milf, with our nether organs rubbing against each other. We were so ready for the finale with my favorite love-making position, the missionary. Grabbing my cock by the shaft, I pushed up into her soaking cunt and then plunged with abandon into her lovely body. Over and over I thrust into her, bum bouncing up and down obscenely, cock rodding in and out like a lubricated piston. We were both groaning at the pleasure of it and the pressure was building and building in my sperm-laden balls. Soon I could take it no longer, the site of this beautiful older woman writhing beneath me and the rhythmic squeezing of her cunt on my cock made me explode - jets of warm semen shot from my balls in white spurts through my pulsing shaft, splashing into the intimate depths of the gorgeous Rachel, as she screamed in mutual orgasm at the prize she had won by servicing this rampant young male. After kissing, cuddling and cleaning ourselves up, we set-off back down the beach holding hands as the sun was setting behind us, a little sheepish, as we didn't want mum to find-out what we had done. What was certain though, was that there was no way my lovely mature Rachel would be escaping my lusty clutches at least once again before I left for the UK in a few days' time. Fun times in the shower with amazing older woman. Following our illicit encounter on the beach, I only had a couple of days remaining of my holiday in Spain and was desperate to get to grips with Aunty Rachel at least once more before I left. Mum seemed to notice a change of atmosphere between myself and Rachel on the occasions when the three of us were socialising together.. I never seemed to have a chance to be alone with her, as mum was always around, purposely or not. On the last day before I was due to fly back to the UK, I resigned myself to not having another sexy encounter with the gorgeous lady. After lunch together, mum took Rachel out shopping and I went to sunbathe on a lounger and swim in the pool. Later in the afternoon, I went to the apartment to have a shower and to wash off the chlorine. It was a good sized shower and the shower-head was one of those large modern ones that makes you feel like you're standing in a tropical rainstorm. Needless to say, a lot of steam rose-up which fogged-up the place. Soon I was aware that someone had entered the bathroom, but I couldn't see clearly through the steamed-up glass. A manicured hand slid open the glass door to reveal the fully nude, tanned glory of the lovely Rachel. She stepped into the shower and I pulled her gently towards my slippery body, as the warm water cascaded upon us. We immediately started to kiss passionately and my soapy hands stroked and fondled her wonderful curves. Hers in turn ran-up and down my firm, muscular frame. My cock was quickly at full mast, poking rudely against her belly. One of her hands reached down to grasp the thick shaft, wanking it back and forth, causing the bulbous head to roll-in and out of the foreskin; within seconds this had me moaning with pleasure. Her other hand began to cup and soap my sperm laden balls making pre-cum ooze as a result of her double attention. My hands were upon her large, soft boobs, fondling and gently tweaking the lovely brown nipples into rising peaks. I leaned my head down to suckle them, one and then the other. Moving my right hand down between her legs, I ran my fingers up and down her swollen labia and over her little love button, then into her warm, moist cunt. Rachel gasped, delightfully surprised at the expert fingering of such a fine young man. We carried-on frigging each other, our tongues entwining deliciously in the French manner, groaning and mewing. Rachel's mouth suddenly gaped wide in a high-pitched howl as the spasms of orgasm overwhelmed her, love-hole clamping in pulses on my fingers and soaking them with juices. I was sure our secret was now discovered. The whole building had to have heard Rachel's orgasm. She noticed my concern and simply said; “It'll take her at least another 30 minutes to get back here. When we left the shower, we were clean in one way for sure, but very dirty in another, as Rachel leaned over me to envelop my stiff cock in her mouth, sucking and butterfly licking its sensitive head. I grabbed a large bath towel and started drying-us down as Rachel's head bobbed back and forth. Discarding the towel, I followed Rachel into her bedroom admiring her curvy figure, fantastic for a woman now in her midlife. When she turned towards me, I pushed her backwards onto the bed, with my strong body on top of her, opening thighs wide and watching her soft tits bounce up and down. My cock found her cunt with impeccable aim and eased all the way into her warm moist sheath. Rachel may have been a mature woman, but she was a perfect fit for my youthful prick as I began to piston in and out of her. Smooth bronze legs curled around the back of my thighs, as I pumped over and over again to a chorus of: "oh baby, oh baby, oh baby!" With the feeling I was about to cum, I built-up the intensity of my thrusts, so that Rachel could sense it and her cries grew louder as she peaked towards her own climax. I was there and with a guttural growl, erupted, spunk shooting and coating her intimate place with torrents of warm white seed. As if on instinct, Rachel's cunt clenched in uncontrollable spasms as she wailed in the throes of her own orgasm. When mum arrived home sometime later, Rachel and I were in the kitchen drinking wine as if nothing had happened. A conspiratorial grin from Rachel was the only confirmation of our secretive passion. I flew out of Spain the next morning with a renewed sense of joy. I took the train from London to Edinburgh while having the distinct feeling that it wouldn't be long before I would partake again in the pleasures of Rachel, the gorgeous older woman. Lovely, mature Rachel heats-up my wee flat in Edinburgh. My heart raced a little faster when I saw the unmistakable, curvy figure of Aunty Rachel coming towards me down the platform of Waverley Station in Edinburgh. She looked as beautiful as ever as I gathered her up in my arms for a kiss. She was wearing a figure-hugging, light blue dress showing off her ample cleavage, underneath a short, pale yellow jacket and white scarf with blue polka dots. She was looking very summery with her tan, sun-lightened, brown hair and large round sunglasses. I grabbed her suitcase and held her hand as we headed-up onto Princes Street and then on to Rose Street to a pub for a drink, so she could relax after her long journey from the South of England The pub was very busy, so we sat cozily next to each other chatting, whilst I drank my pint of Belhaven Best and she sipped her gin and tonic. Her sweet perfume and the proximity of this luscious, mature woman had my cock swelling a little in my trousers, so I leaned over to kiss her full lips, as our thighs rubbed softly together and her hand gently stroked my knee. After a second round of drinks, I was beginning to feel a bit tipsy and even more horny at the thought of a proper re-acquaintance with this gorgeous creature. We left the pub and took a cab from a nearby taxi-rank for the short journey to my flat in the old city. On closing the door to my cozy wee place, Rachel put her arms around me for a hug and I pushed her gently up against the wall in the hallway so we could kiss passionately, our hands running hungrily over each other's bodies. My fully engorged prick ground against her luscious mound as we snogged, with Rachel rotating her hips a little to allow maximum contact to her sensitive places, making her moan quietly into my mouth, as our tongues fenced and swirled. Breaking-off reluctantly and holding Rachel's hand, I gave her a brief tour of my little bachelor pad at which she was suitably impressed. I had set a romantic table for two in the kitchen and started to cook a light stir-fry with sea-food in my wok, as Rachel chatted to me cheerily over a glass or two of Chablis. Rachel looked even prettier with her eyes sparkling over our candlelight dinner and I felt my seductive banter and boozy, home-made tiramisu was bound to get her in the mood for loving. After the meal, Rachel disappeared into the bathroom, whilst I sat languishing on my sofa with a little dram. She entered the sitting room wearing my toweling bathrobe. As she stood in front of me with a cheeky smile, she undid the belt and slowly slid the robe off her shoulders to reveal a magnificent sight to any young, horny guy like me. Rachel was in the finest lingerie, matching ivory silk bra and panties covered with red roses and silk stockings and suspenders of the same creamy color. With her tan and feminine curves, she looked amazing as she gave a sexy little wiggle and turn for my admiration. I rose to my feet, with a hard cock pressing visibly in my trousers and held her hand above her head as she twirled like in a ballroom dance. Standing back and gazing from her head to her varnished toes with unbridled lust, I gathered her into my arms for a passionate snog. My hands stroked up and down her lovely body and through her hair and she did the same with my manly frame. We carried-on French kissing and moaning gently as my hands cupped and fondled her large, silk-encased globes, thumb flicking softly over her nipples, causing them to poke-out through the shiny fabric. My other hand strayed between her legs to rub up and down her cunt lips, so that moisture seeped on-to my fingers through the silky material. Rachel moaned and held hard onto me, as her knees buckled at the pleasure flashing through her from my dexterous digits. I was desperate to shaft this gorgeous, mature woman, so scooped her into my arms and carried her into my bedroom, throwing her onto my king-sized bed. As I was stripping off my clothing, Rachel spread her thighs and ran her graceful fingers up and down the soaking silk of her panties. "I love your strong, young body" she gasped. When I'd stripped off my boxer shorts and my thick, hard cock bounced-out, she couldn't take her eyes off it and placed her hand inside her panties to rub her sensitive clitty with abandon. I maneuvered my head between her legs and pulled aside her panties to admire her moist cunt, then used the flat of my tongue to lap at her engorged labia. This had Rachel squirming and moaning as she ran her fingers through my hair. Flicking my tongue like a side to side like a lizard on her little bud, whilst fingering her cunt, soon had Rachel arching and spasming in orgasm, squirting some love juice onto my hand and face. Moving up her lovely body, she had undone her bra, freeing me to fondle those fulsome, tanned boobies and suckle and butterfly flick her long, brown nipples to her evident delight. Her hand reached down to grasp my thick cock, jerking it up and down slowly with elegant fingers. "I want that big boy inside of me" she pleaded, rising up and guiding my rampant erection towards her silk covered womanhood. Pulling her panties to one side, she slowly impaled herself down onto the thick shaft, gasping as she did so. "Oh, how you fill me, oh I love it" she moaned and shuddered. Rachel began to ease up and down, soon riding my cock like a desperado, her mouth open wide in ecstasy, as I pumped up into her. Warm love juices and precum mixed and streamed down my pistoning rod, flowing over hairy balls onto the duvet beneath. We were both gasping and groaning in unity, with me so close to exploding and Rachel screaming as she came again, a second huge orgasm pulsing in waves through her gorgeous body. Turning the panting Rachel onto her back, I lay on top kissing her face and neck, as she recovered from such a powerful climax. The head of my engorged prick was probing lightly at her dripping labia and throbbing clit as we petted lovingly. Soon she was ready for me again and reached down to guide my hard cock towards the entrance of her open cunt, then grasped my firm ass, pushing me all the way deep into her soaking love tunnel. I began to thrust, slowly at first and then with gathering pace as Rachel's lovely, hot cunt enticed and squeezed my throbbing shaft. She moaned and cried: "Oh God, oh God" as I pumped her harder and harder, grinding on her clitty on the downward stroke to push her towards heights of desire. Soon, I knew that I could hold out no longer; my aching balls were rising and the pressure within them building to blasting point. In and out, in and out I humped, balls-deep into this beautiful cougar, her wanton body arching upwards to match my thrusts. Then it was there, I was coming, sperm rushing from balls through throbbing shaft, jetting streams of hot white spunk into lovely Rachel's soaking cunt, herself rippling again in orgasm, as if to milk every last spurt of young man's juice into her grasping womb. We lay in each other's arms, gazing into adoring eyes and kissing fondly as we caught our breath from our loving exertions. We had the whole weekend ahead of us and I knew I would have to summon all my youthful strength and energy to satisfy the unbridled lust of this wonderful older woman. Rachel was an incredibly orgasmic, mature woman and I believe I brought-out the very best of her sexuality. By Stonemarten for Literotica

Mom's Hot Friend, Rachel Beautiful mature woman Joins Our Family Vacation on the beach. By Stonemarten. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. At the time of this story, I was about 30 years old and still near the peak of my virility; I had recently broken-up from a long-term relationship and feeling a little bruised by the experience, though I never felt lonely, as I've always had good mates around me, both male and female. My mum used to take short holidays out-of-season at a quiet beach resort in Spain and as my dad was constantly working, she often used to share her apartment with AuntyRachel. Rachel wasn't really my Aunty, but a very close friend of my mother's youth. I was told she was very close to us when I was a baby, and that's when she accepted the honorary title of Aunty, by my parents.  She'd married and moved away, but a couple years ago she was divorced. She never had children, so she renewed her connection with mum and the nickname "Aunty" seemed about right. Mum and Aunty were always very close, but I had almost no familiarity with her. She was a fine looking, mature woman in her late fifties and kept very fit and healthy for her age. She had mid-brown hair, which lightened a little in the sun and slight crows-feet around the eyes, for she was always sunning herself, giving her a lovely overall tan. Rachel was not slim, not fat, but curvaceous, with large boobs (I'd say D Cup) and a flattish tummy, a good sized bum with only a hint of cellulite; she went to the gym regularly and was in good shape for her age. Because mum knew I was a little down in the dumps, she asked whether I wished to join her and Rachel for a few days relaxing in the sunshine, eating some healthy Mediterranean food and swimming in the warm sea; not a regular prospect for me when living in Scotland! Up to then, I hadn't spent much time with Rachel, as I lived a long way from my parents since leaving for uni. My folks lived in the South of England. When I had met ‘Aunty' while visiting my folks, she had always seemed very vivacious and friendly and I did like the look of her, having a bit of a penchant for mature women. Their little Riviera apartment was on the first floor of a well-kept, but almost deserted block, quite up-market, as the unit had three large bedrooms all on-suite. We each had our own room and space, a cozy arrangement, where we could come and go doing our own thing. My mum, who was a bit of an amateur artist, was off painting really good watercolor paintings; Rachel liked to read books and generally relax in the sunshine, whilst I went off early morning nature and bird-watching, which has always been my special thing (love-making excluded). A Stroll On The Beach Late one afternoon, mum was due to drive to a local beauty spot to paint a sunset and suggested that Rachel and I should perhaps go for a wander along the beach, as the weather was lovely. Just then Rachel strolled into the living room in a skimpy bikini, revealing her lush cleavage and deeply tanned body. How could I say ‘no'? We set out together heading westwards along the wide sandy beach, which was almost deserted, except for the odd dog walker. Rachel was dressed in a yellow and white striped bikini with her bottom half wrapped in a light blue sarong. I was wearing t-shirt and swimming shorts. We walked slowly besides each other chatting away warmed by the sun. At one stage, Rachel took my hand and so we strolled hand-in-hand like a couple, but this wasn't a surprise to me as she was naturally an affectionate person. She took genuine interest in my life and preferences, even asking about my sex life and preferences? She treated me as a peer, not as a nephew. When I told her my recent relationship lacked any variety, she gasped; “She wouldn't even let you eat her?” Did she blow you? “No, and no.” I said. It was getting hot, so Rachel undid her sarong, so looking down at her bottom, I thought I'd compliment her by saying: "wow, even your ass is tanned brown;" I said, while pulling down my own swim shorts at the back to show her my somewhat paler backside.  She smiled graciously at my compliment. "It's not just my ass that's brown" she said, reaching back to undo her bikini top and letting loose her large, tanned boobs. They were fully-bronzed indeed, sagging slightly of course, but otherwise perfect, with lovely dark brown nipples. "Take your shorts and t-shirt off" she said: "there's no-one around and you could do with getting some sun on your whiter bits". Amazingly, her confidence rubbed off on me and I took off my shirt and pulled my shorts off, becoming totally naked beside her. She put my garments in her beach bag, along with her sarong. My body was in good shape in those days though with a flat stomach and muscles defined from martial arts and the gym. How the hell did I muster up such confidence? So there we were, strolling along hand-in-hand with the only scrap of clothing between the two of us being Rachel's little bikini bottom. Rachel looked amazing and the sway of her hips as she moved caused a slight tumescence in my prick which she couldn't help but notice, as it swung a little from side to side. A couple moments later it was clubbing my thighs in a rhythm set by my walking pace.  All of a sudden, she dropped her hand from mine and reached over instead to grasp my swaying cock in her hand. “Your poor cock is getting knocked around. Such a shame to see such a beautiful phallus being treated so.” She said as she led me along at a slower pace. This pleasant surprise immediately had my cock swelling and hardened to a long, thick erection, which she began stroking up and down slowly, whilst sporting a wide smile and wicked glint in her eyes, "what a lovely big boy" she exclaimed. A little way ahead of us was a small break between the sand dunes and an amused Rachel led me towards this gap, pulling me behind her by the cock in a rather comical manner.  I said nothing but anticipated anything could happen next. When we were hidden from view, she released me and spread-out her sarong on the sand. She then took me by the cock and guided me down, kneeling next to where she stood, then pushing me down onto my back in front of her. Dropping onto her knees between my thighs, she leaned her head down towards my rampant cock and placed the engorged pink head into her luscious mouth. Grabbing the shaft and wanking it, she licked and sucked my cock head and down to my balls, causing me to moan and shudder with pleasure; Rachel also gave out little moans, clearly enjoying the effect on me. After a few exquisite minutes, Rachel stood-up and quickly shed her bikini bottoms, moving forward to straddle my firm manhood that she placed between her spreading thighs. Rubbing its head for a few seconds against her moist labia, she eased down slowly to accommodate the thick shaft. Rachel's moist cunt may not have been the tightest, but it was certainly the hottest and wettest I'd ever felt, it was amazing and she could firmly grip me tightly. It took all my will-power not to ejaculate into her right there and then. Fortuitously for my ego, it was this lovely older lady that came first, as even after the first couple of pumps, Rachel was contorting forward and whimpering loudly as she convulsed over and over in a massive orgasm, gushing juices and clamping onto my thick shaft. Rachel's soft, brown tits bounced up and down gloriously as she rode me, pumping up and down on my swollen cock, as we both moaned and groaned in unison. I reached-up to grab and squeeze them, flicking my thumbs over her erect nipples as I did so; within seconds this had the desired effect and Rachel spasmed and pitched with the second of her mighty orgasms, which seemed to go on and on, her face contorted and mouth wide open. After a minute or so of further humping, Rachel rose up a little and I pushed her gently sideways onto her back. Straddling between her wide open legs, my head descended towards her womanhood, my tongue lapping at her engorged lips and clitoris like a cat at the cream; a few seconds of this had Rachel bucking and cumming again, grasping her tits and nipples and arching her back; I carried-on licking for a good five minutes as she gasped and sighed. My rampant cock was straining to return to its hot, wet home, so I moved up and over Rachel, giving her breasts deserved attention with my gaping mouth, before kissing and snogging this beautiful Milf, with our nether organs rubbing against each other. We were so ready for the finale with my favorite love-making position, the missionary. Grabbing my cock by the shaft, I pushed up into her soaking cunt and then plunged with abandon into her lovely body. Over and over I thrust into her, bum bouncing up and down obscenely, cock rodding in and out like a lubricated piston. We were both groaning at the pleasure of it and the pressure was building and building in my sperm-laden balls. Soon I could take it no longer, the site of this beautiful older woman writhing beneath me and the rhythmic squeezing of her cunt on my cock made me explode - jets of warm semen shot from my balls in white spurts through my pulsing shaft, splashing into the intimate depths of the gorgeous Rachel, as she screamed in mutual orgasm at the prize she had won by servicing this rampant young male. After kissing, cuddling and cleaning ourselves up, we set-off back down the beach holding hands as the sun was setting behind us, a little sheepish, as we didn't want mum to find-out what we had done. What was certain though, was that there was no way my lovely mature Rachel would be escaping my lusty clutches at least once again before I left for the UK in a few days' time. Fun times in the shower with amazing older woman. Following our illicit encounter on the beach, I only had a couple of days remaining of my holiday in Spain and was desperate to get to grips with Aunty Rachel at least once more before I left. Mum seemed to notice a change of atmosphere between myself and Rachel on the occasions when the three of us were socialising together.. I never seemed to have a chance to be alone with her, as mum was always around, purposely or not. On the last day before I was due to fly back to the UK, I resigned myself to not having another sexy encounter with the gorgeous lady. After lunch together, mum took Rachel out shopping and I went to sunbathe on a lounger and swim in the pool. Later in the afternoon, I went to the apartment to have a shower and to wash off the chlorine. It was a good sized shower and the shower-head was one of those large modern ones that makes you feel like you're standing in a tropical rainstorm. Needless to say, a lot of steam rose-up which fogged-up the place. Soon I was aware that someone had entered the bathroom, but I couldn't see clearly through the steamed-up glass. A manicured hand slid open the glass door to reveal the fully nude, tanned glory of the lovely Rachel. She stepped into the shower and I pulled her gently towards my slippery body, as the warm water cascaded upon us. We immediately started to kiss passionately and my soapy hands stroked and fondled her wonderful curves. Hers in turn ran-up and down my firm, muscular frame. My cock was quickly at full mast, poking rudely against her belly. One of her hands reached down to grasp the thick shaft, wanking it back and forth, causing the bulbous head to roll-in and out of the foreskin; within seconds this had me moaning with pleasure. Her other hand began to cup and soap my sperm laden balls making pre-cum ooze as a result of her double attention. My hands were upon her large, soft boobs, fondling and gently tweaking the lovely brown nipples into rising peaks. I leaned my head down to suckle them, one and then the other. Moving my right hand down between her legs, I ran my fingers up and down her swollen labia and over her little love button, then into her warm, moist cunt. Rachel gasped, delightfully surprised at the expert fingering of such a fine young man. We carried-on frigging each other, our tongues entwining deliciously in the French manner, groaning and mewing. Rachel's mouth suddenly gaped wide in a high-pitched howl as the spasms of orgasm overwhelmed her, love-hole clamping in pulses on my fingers and soaking them with juices. I was sure our secret was now discovered. The whole building had to have heard Rachel's orgasm. She noticed my concern and simply said; “It'll take her at least another 30 minutes to get back here. When we left the shower, we were clean in one way for sure, but very dirty in another, as Rachel leaned over me to envelop my stiff cock in her mouth, sucking and butterfly licking its sensitive head. I grabbed a large bath towel and started drying-us down as Rachel's head bobbed back and forth. Discarding the towel, I followed Rachel into her bedroom admiring her curvy figure, fantastic for a woman now in her midlife. When she turned towards me, I pushed her backwards onto the bed, with my strong body on top of her, opening thighs wide and watching her soft tits bounce up and down. My cock found her cunt with impeccable aim and eased all the way into her warm moist sheath. Rachel may have been a mature woman, but she was a perfect fit for my youthful prick as I began to piston in and out of her. Smooth bronze legs curled around the back of my thighs, as I pumped over and over again to a chorus of: "oh baby, oh baby, oh baby!" With the feeling I was about to cum, I built-up the intensity of my thrusts, so that Rachel could sense it and her cries grew louder as she peaked towards her own climax. I was there and with a guttural growl, erupted, spunk shooting and coating her intimate place with torrents of warm white seed. As if on instinct, Rachel's cunt clenched in uncontrollable spasms as she wailed in the throes of her own orgasm. When mum arrived home sometime later, Rachel and I were in the kitchen drinking wine as if nothing had happened. A conspiratorial grin from Rachel was the only confirmation of our secretive passion. I flew out of Spain the next morning with a renewed sense of joy. I took the train from London to Edinburgh while having the distinct feeling that it wouldn't be long before I would partake again in the pleasures of Rachel, the gorgeous older woman. Lovely, mature Rachel heats-up my wee flat in Edinburgh. My heart raced a little faster when I saw the unmistakable, curvy figure of Aunty Rachel coming towards me down the platform of Waverley Station in Edinburgh. She looked as beautiful as ever as I gathered her up in my arms for a kiss. She was wearing a figure-hugging, light blue dress showing off her ample cleavage, underneath a short, pale yellow jacket and white scarf with blue polka dots. She was looking very summery with her tan, sun-lightened, brown hair and large round sunglasses. I grabbed her suitcase and held her hand as we headed-up onto Princes Street and then on to Rose Street to a pub for a drink, so she could relax after her long journey from the South of England The pub was very busy, so we sat cozily next to each other chatting, whilst I drank my pint of Belhaven Best and she sipped her gin and tonic. Her sweet perfume and the proximity of this luscious, mature woman had my cock swelling a little in my trousers, so I leaned over to kiss her full lips, as our thighs rubbed softly together and her hand gently stroked my knee. After a second round of drinks, I was beginning to feel a bit tipsy and even more horny at the thought of a proper re-acquaintance with this gorgeous creature. We left the pub and took a cab from a nearby taxi-rank for the short journey to my flat in the old city. On closing the door to my cozy wee place, Rachel put her arms around me for a hug and I pushed her gently up against the wall in the hallway so we could kiss passionately, our hands running hungrily over each other's bodies. My fully engorged prick ground against her luscious mound as we snogged, with Rachel rotating her hips a little to allow maximum contact to her sensitive places, making her moan quietly into my mouth, as our tongues fenced and swirled. Breaking-off reluctantly and holding Rachel's hand, I gave her a brief tour of my little bachelor pad at which she was suitably impressed. I had set a romantic table for two in the kitchen and started to cook a light stir-fry with sea-food in my wok, as Rachel chatted to me cheerily over a glass or two of Chablis. Rachel looked even prettier with her eyes sparkling over our candlelight dinner and I felt my seductive banter and boozy, home-made tiramisu was bound to get her in the mood for loving. After the meal, Rachel disappeared into the bathroom, whilst I sat languishing on my sofa with a little dram. She entered the sitting room wearing my toweling bathrobe. As she stood in front of me with a cheeky smile, she undid the belt and slowly slid the robe off her shoulders to reveal a magnificent sight to any young, horny guy like me. Rachel was in the finest lingerie, matching ivory silk bra and panties covered with red roses and silk stockings and suspenders of the same creamy color. With her tan and feminine curves, she looked amazing as she gave a sexy little wiggle and turn for my admiration. I rose to my feet, with a hard cock pressing visibly in my trousers and held her hand above her head as she twirled like in a ballroom dance. Standing back and gazing from her head to her varnished toes with unbridled lust, I gathered her into my arms for a passionate snog. My hands stroked up and down her lovely body and through her hair and she did the same with my manly frame. We carried-on French kissing and moaning gently as my hands cupped and fondled her large, silk-encased globes, thumb flicking softly over her nipples, causing them to poke-out through the shiny fabric. My other hand strayed between her legs to rub up and down her cunt lips, so that moisture seeped on-to my fingers through the silky material. Rachel moaned and held hard onto me, as her knees buckled at the pleasure flashing through her from my dexterous digits. I was desperate to shaft this gorgeous, mature woman, so scooped her into my arms and carried her into my bedroom, throwing her onto my king-sized bed. As I was stripping off my clothing, Rachel spread her thighs and ran her graceful fingers up and down the soaking silk of her panties. "I love your strong, young body" she gasped. When I'd stripped off my boxer shorts and my thick, hard cock bounced-out, she couldn't take her eyes off it and placed her hand inside her panties to rub her sensitive clitty with abandon. I maneuvered my head between her legs and pulled aside her panties to admire her moist cunt, then used the flat of my tongue to lap at her engorged labia. This had Rachel squirming and moaning as she ran her fingers through my hair. Flicking my tongue like a side to side like a lizard on her little bud, whilst fingering her cunt, soon had Rachel arching and spasming in orgasm, squirting some love juice onto my hand and face. Moving up her lovely body, she had undone her bra, freeing me to fondle those fulsome, tanned boobies and suckle and butterfly flick her long, brown nipples to her evident delight. Her hand reached down to grasp my thick cock, jerking it up and down slowly with elegant fingers. "I want that big boy inside of me" she pleaded, rising up and guiding my rampant erection towards her silk covered womanhood. Pulling her panties to one side, she slowly impaled herself down onto the thick shaft, gasping as she did so. "Oh, how you fill me, oh I love it" she moaned and shuddered. Rachel began to ease up and down, soon riding my cock like a desperado, her mouth open wide in ecstasy, as I pumped up into her. Warm love juices and precum mixed and streamed down my pistoning rod, flowing over hairy balls onto the duvet beneath. We were both gasping and groaning in unity, with me so close to exploding and Rachel screaming as she came again, a second huge orgasm pulsing in waves through her gorgeous body. Turning the panting Rachel onto her back, I lay on top kissing her face and neck, as she recovered from such a powerful climax. The head of my engorged prick was probing lightly at her dripping labia and throbbing clit as we petted lovingly. Soon she was ready for me again and reached down to guide my hard cock towards the entrance of her open cunt, then grasped my firm ass, pushing me all the way deep into her soaking love tunnel. I began to thrust, slowly at first and then with gathering pace as Rachel's lovely, hot cunt enticed and squeezed my throbbing shaft. She moaned and cried: "Oh God, oh God" as I pumped her harder and harder, grinding on her clitty on the downward stroke to push her towards heights of desire. Soon, I knew that I could hold out no longer; my aching balls were rising and the pressure within them building to blasting point. In and out, in and out I humped, balls-deep into this beautiful cougar, her wanton body arching upwards to match my thrusts. Then it was there, I was coming, sperm rushing from balls through throbbing shaft, jetting streams of hot white spunk into lovely Rachel's soaking cunt, herself rippling again in orgasm, as if to milk every last spurt of young man's juice into her grasping womb. We lay in each other's arms, gazing into adoring eyes and kissing fondly as we caught our breath from our loving exertions. We had the whole weekend ahead of us and I knew I would have to summon all my youthful strength and energy to satisfy the unbridled lust of this wonderful older woman. Rachel was an incredibly orgasmic, mature woman and I believe I brought-out the very best of her sexuality. By Stonemarten for Literotica

TCW Podcast Episode 206 - SEGA Saturn Part 1   In this in-depth exploration of the SEGA Saturn, our focus delves into the intricate technology that underpins the console. We delve into the challenges associated with 3D modeling, collision detection, and object occlusion, scrutinizing how the Saturn, primarily a sprite-based system, manages to incorporate 3D elements. The pivotal moment arrives with the announcement of the Sony PlayStation, prompting SEGA's aspirations for enhanced 3D capabilities. SEGA sought Hitachi's involvement to augment the machine's speed for handling 3D demands. Fortuitously, the utilization of the SH2 chip presented an opportunity for two processors to collaborate seamlessly. Our discussion delves into the profound technical intricacies, laying the groundwork for the subsequent episode where we will unravel the repercussions of these technological endeavors for SEGA and the Saturn.   TCW 127 - Dreams of SEGA: http://podcast.theycreateworlds.com/e/dreams-of-sega/ TCW 129 - The Crash That Almost Was: http://podcast.theycreateworlds.com/e/the-crash-that-almost-was/ Workstation VS Desktop: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KpBWaiWcXAk Workstation VS Gaming PCs: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IMSx2MUHSWM The Abyss - CGI Making of 1989: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gAFIUuFRkBA Terminator 2 Advanced Photorealistic Morphing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=37YrnLbQda0 How Did They Get the CGI in Jurassic Park to Look so Good?: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l4UuQxjFpfU TCW 087 - Virtual History: http://podcast.theycreateworlds.com/e/virtual-history/ Z-Buffer - Friday Minis: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F9GyYKcLDaw How Games Have Worked for 30 Years to Do Less Work: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CHYxjpYep_M Doom Engine - Limited but still 3D: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZYGJQqhMN1U Collision Detection in Quake: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wLHXn8IlAiA MDShock: https://mdshock.com/ RISC vs CISK: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Rxade2nEjk Universal Logic Gates: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jPLg_P9dHNY Rodrigo Copetti Technical Breakdown Website https://www.copetti.org/ SEGA Saturn Architecture: https://www.copetti.org/writings/consoles/sega-saturn/ SEGA Saturn Polygon Distorted Sprite Demo: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8TleepxIORU Why Was the SEGA Saturn so Hard to Develop On: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oa5pIfDvd68 Why Triangulate Game Assets: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6oY_Ogj9Gh0   New episodes are on the 1st and 15th of every month!   TCW Email: feedback@theycreateworlds.com  Twitter: @tcwpodcast Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/theycreateworlds Alex's Video Game History Blog: http://videogamehistorian.wordpress.com Alex's book, published Dec 2019, is available at CRC Press and at major on-line retailers: http://bit.ly/TCWBOOK1     Intro Music: Josh Woodward - Airplane Mode -  Music - "Airplane Mode" by Josh Woodward. Free download: http://joshwoodward.com/song/AirplaneMode  Outro Music: RolemMusic - Bacterial Love: http://freemusicarchive.org/music/Rolemusic/Pop_Singles_Compilation_2014/01_rolemusic_-_bacterial_love    Copyright: Attribution: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/

From Fake News Progenitor to Comedic Crusader: Tracing The Daily Show's Pivotal Political Rise Under Jon Stewart Few television programs radically transformed mainstream satire's potential to influence wider culture more profoundly than Comedy Central's seminal The Daily Show trajectory spanning 25+ hallmark years. Originally devised attempting comedic infotainment dystopia during mid-90s, the small program eventually grew sharp teeth confronting real-world absurdities after charismatic Jon Stewart's arrival ominously timed aligned with game-changing political events unfolding viewers' lifetimes. But since Stewart's reluctant 2015 departure, his heir apparent still chases prior gravitas amidst chaotic modern mediascape dilution. Fortunately, the iconic host's announced guest return in 2024 renews optimism around consequential revival anchoring political dialogue with much-needed comedic clarity. In the beginning and pre-Stewart - Creative Spark Seeking Purpose Comedy Central first unveiled The Daily Show in 1996 birth by creative minds Lizz Winstead and Madeleine Smithberg who conceptualized an Onion-esque parody newscast mocking the 24-hour news cycle burgeoning everywhere then in absence underlying fake stories too outrageous sounding real. Their initial vision aspired to offer absurdist twists puncturing pomposity media self-importance rather than social critiques through anchorman Craig Kilborn's aloof fratboy smugness. But benign gimmicks lacked sharpness differentiating Daily Show from bloated competitor markets even adjacent usual Comedy Central turf. Three years barely registered cult appreciation still uneasily finding satirical voice and ratings when moment destiny arrived. Recognizing stagnancy Kilborn exited seeking Tonight Show dreams. Fortuitously slick young Comedy Central talent Jon Stewart, former MTV talk show veteran just entering his peak powers, replaced the host chair profoundly altering course. The once adrift Daily Show ship fully discovered righteous purpose soon sailing forward stormy uncharted waters within months captivating influential audiences for the next 16 years. The Jon Stewart Era Dawns - Heralding Political Enlightenment From day one fronting camera in 1999 Stewart took the helm completely reinventing Daily Show aesthetics and ambitions practically overnight. Ditching fluffy absurdities his newscast immediately dialed real-time global affairs through pinpoint mockery feigning anchor gravitas yet extracting absurdities inside events, policies and personality vanities once deemed untouchable sacrosanct. But through his impassioned truth-revealing monologues to the camera plus relentless questioning of seated public figure guests Stewart pierced previously impervious powerful barriers reaching young Generation X/Millennials nationwide desperate exactly this cathartic candor holding leadership accountable. His trademark exasperated slow-burn reactions perfectly embody the frustrations many others watching nonsensical establishments continue resonating today. This brash stylistic pivot hit immediate chords event coinciding devastating September 11 attacks profoundly changing the national psyche thereafter. Toughened through tragedy's aftermath then facing Bush's "War on Terrorism” military adventurism Middle East plus looming 2008 economic recession...Stewart's Daily Show emerged as wildly influential must-see viewing through the chaotic 2000's conveying informed dissent and rallying millions on the same side. Segments like “Mess O'Potamia” mocking Iraq war quagmires plus parodies FOX News mass media distortions punctured propaganda bubbles insulating vulnerable minds seeking truth. Award accolades matched impact too with over 20+ primetime Emmy wins achieved within a decade. Despite initial reluctance to embrace the heavy responsibility of ‘speaking truth through power' ...Stewart's commitment towards journalistic integrity and moral clarity never wavered throughout 16 grueling years in the trenches mentoring writers forward better national conversations. Multiple efforts luring greener network pastures failed since his legacy permanently intertwined defending democracy's strongest pillar...a properly informed population. The Post-Stewart Challenge to Carry the Torch Alas, giant shoes left vacate retirement in 2015 but through designated replacement Trevor Noah the Daily Show fought to retain relevance and reverence continuing Stewart's fearless legacy critiquing Obama's waning years towards horrifying Trump ascendance then pandemic pandemonium onwards today. But despite Trevor's best earnest efforts paralleling prior incisive social insights... measurable cultural penetration and event viewer numbers significantly trailed earlier dominant positioning even factoring modern splintered audience metrics across devices and platforms. While still sharp, between crushing 24-hour news competition and paradoxically exhausting current event overload numbing ordinary citizens... The Daily Show's harder-navigating fragmented attention economy far more scattershot than Stewart's focused Bush/Obama eras rallying behind centralized threats easily targeting shared American experiences. Critics began questioning whether the show plateaued permanently absent iconic luminaries. Rebirth Anew - The Anticipated Stewart Homecoming Then everything changed again in January 2024 when an unexpected announcement shocked the industry that Stewart committed to returning to hosting special weekly appearances after nine year hiatus. Reasons many - Trumpism erosion civics, racial reckoning, traditional journalism atrophying listlessly around dueling propaganda echo chambers. Timing aligned perfectly with satirical salvation midterm elections and culture craving accountability only Stewart mastered delivering on such a scale. Overnight his declaration generated coast-to-coast buzz among disenchanted citizens pining again for relevancy and electricity that 2009-era Daily Show commanded living rooms then emerging better informed afterwards. The people demanded their beloved Fake News Progenitor back! But unlike naive debut years, this time burden is heavier and the landscape is vastly different than what Stewart departed. His signature patented slow simmer facial reactions reacting to outrageous hypocrisies must now cut deeper targeting existential threats on democracy itself against tidal waves of illogic flooding the zone. Some critics argue an aging Stewart risks appearing out-of-touch lecturing complex modern issues at surface levels failing to match surgical precision best years. However, Stewart's greatest gift always understanding the real enemy behind stories... those manipulating levers actually curating mass distraction and misinformation for profit and power rather than fixating surface outrage alone. Through masterfully deconstructing architects intentionally poison healthy discourse to protect personal interests instead of upholding the greater good...Stewart ultimately unmasks villainous forces muddying transparency across partisan aisles re-educating crowds to recognize universal humanity bonded wanting justice and accountability for all people regardless who currently occupies hot seats or when mistakes decided. The battle continues raging spirit onwards! Onwards Captain Stewart & Crew! Still Shields Up Protecting Sanities Everywhere! When Jon Stewart reluctantly stepped aside from his post in 2015 nobody realized over 15+ years almost singlehandedly resuscitated civic participation lifting millions of apathetic slumbers towards engaged questioning enlightenment. But in dangerous Trumpian aftermath...his steadfast comedic insights cutting Orwellian falsehoods prove vital rallying disillusioned crowds around shared truths again. Early February 2024 the wayward megaphone returns signal-boosting all underrepresented frustrations until message heard restoring healthy discourse sick society lost while this generation came agehood under his wing. And therein show's profound legacy perseveres...seeding subsequent spin-off Alumni conquering the Showbiz kingdom furthering Stewart's satirical vision (Colbert, Bee, Oliver.) While nothing lasts forever the enduring Daily Show themes championing honest journalism and accountability through humor shall always link back origination of the Desk where Stewart made an impact sitting behind tackling the day's events. Now into Act II much work confronts the given citizenship crisis. But once again his trusty team reassembled besides hero odds stacked taller than ever. Because behind raucous punchlines or spot-on parodies always lay a deeply patriotic calling to defend democracy's sacred torch when threatens to fade. Led Captain Stewart's return to answering distress call chilling darkness descends...but this time instead of vanquishing invisible enemies on distant shores, the crusading battle lines are drawn distinguishing truth and deceit in the hearts/minds of fellow countrymen. And throughout that vital fight reminding what political satire best weaponized still achieves ...laughter and moral clarity leading the charge onwards! Thanks for listening to Quiet Please. Remember to like and share wherever you get your podcasts. And Hey! History buffs, buckle up! Talking Time Machine isn't your dusty textbook lecture. It's where cutting-edge AI throws wild interview parties with history's iconic figures. In the

Yes, we are celebrating our '300th' @EchoChamberFP https://www.instagram.com/echochamberfp/ episode, and bringing you all that newness, BUT, in 'Part THREE' we're taking a look back!!! During those dark days of 2020, a gem was dropped on the world which didn't get the recognition it deserved! Fortuitously though due to a conversation we had on episode '283' https://www.podcaphilia.com/echo-chamber/ep283 we now have the chance to shine the light on the film, AND, sit down with the creative genius behind it! We discussed the rollercoaster ride of making a movie, (let alone your first), finding your place in the industry, cultivating your environment and the stories you want to share with the world! So much knowledge is dropped, you're going to love every minute!!! Watch the conversation: HERE! https://youtu.be/TyRtR1Sdqo8 In 'Part Three' we have: Echo Boomers Watch Review: Here. https://youtu.be/FezutiSJBZM Theatrical Release Date: 13th November 2020 US Digital Release Date: 13th November 2020 UK Digital Release Date: 18th January 2021 Director: Seth Savoy Cast: Patrick Schwarzenegger, Michael Shannon, Gilles Geary, Alex Pettyfer, Hayley Law, Oliver Cooper, Jacob Alexander, Lesley Ann Warren, Kate Linder, Jeff Perkins, Ali Freeman, Stephen Harr, Ashley Marian Ramos, Karli Hall, Mike Hatton, Leslie Stratton Credit: Speakeasy, Organic Media Group, Wetzel Entertainment Group, Foton Pictures, Dark Dreams Entertainment, Saban Films Genre: Action, Crime, Drama Running Time: 94 min Cert: 15 Trailer: Here. https://youtu.be/AfZHwWsTw4E?si=lUZU-MFkNa0PD4N8 Digital Platforms: Apple TV, Prime Video, YouTube, Google, Vudu, Vubiquity, Cox, and Comcast Watch via Apple TV+: Here. https://tv.apple.com/cy/movie/echo-boomers/umc.cmc.5ogrjimpakpc1b4tnbvovn844 Watch via Prime Video: Here. https://www.amazon.com/gp/video/detail/B08MX256YL/ref=atv_pp_fi_0 Watch via Prime Video UK: Here. https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/video/detail/B08SGBF9Z9/ref=atv_pp_fi_0 Website: Here. https://www.sabanfilms.com/films/echo-boomers/ Facebook: Here. https://www.facebook.com/echoboomersmovie Instagram: @echoboomersmovie https://www.instagram.com/echoboomersmovie/ ------------ *(Music) 'Rampage Remix (Instrumental)' by EPMD - 2020 --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/eftv/message

Today we are hosted by Dr. Eileen Gallagher who is joined by Vicki Hunter.  Vicki grew up on the East Coast, displaying a competitive spirit from an early age. Tetherball and other sports were not merely sources of enjoyment, but opportunities for her to strive for victory. Throughout her schooling, Vicki engaged in various athletic pursuits, including tennis, basketball, softball, and lacrosse. After completing her education, Vicki sought a competitive outlet and ventured into short-distance triathlons. However, her deepest affinity lay with running, leading her to focus on running races and eventually transitioning to the demanding marathon distance.   In 1985, Vicki's move to Boulder, Colorado for graduate school exposed her to the world of elite running. Fortuitously, she crossed paths with numerous professional runners who graciously mentored her. Until then, Vicki had been oblivious to the existence of the Olympic Trials. Nevertheless, she resolved to qualify for the marathon trials, undeterred by the fact that her best marathon time was 3:50, over an hour slower than the qualifying mark. Through dedication, countless miles, and eighteen months of unwavering commitment, Vicki accomplished her goal in September 1987. At the Twin Cities Marathon, she clocked an impressive time of 2:49:24, securing her spot in the 1988 Olympic Trials Marathon. This qualification was a remarkable feat, but it also initiated a journey of relentless ambition and competitiveness that yielded unforeseen repercussions.   In 1997, Vicki married and became pregnant. Tragically, at fourteen weeks into her pregnancy, she was involved in a single-car accident on September 11.   The accident inflicted severe injuries upon her, including ten broken ribs, a broken sacrum, a broken pubic symphysis, a collapsed lung, a punctured liver, and three skull fractures resulting in a brain injury. The critical first forty-eight hours after the accident determined their survival, and the medical professionals acknowledged that Vicki's physical fitness played a pivotal role. She spent six weeks in the hospital and eventually returned home, albeit confined to a wheelchair. The ensuing five months were dedicated to regaining her strength, driven by the desire to ensure a healthy delivery for her baby. Vicki approached her due date as she would a race, constructing a recovery plan that encompassed endurance and strength training.   On March 12, 1998, Jade was born, precisely on her due date.   Vicki has since devoted her life to discovering the most effective recovery methods, and one of her true passions lies in sharing these insights with as many individuals as possible. She upholds a principle of personal experience, never recommending anything to her clients that she has not undertaken herself.   Vicki holds her Ph.D. in Political Science and is now retired from The University of Colorado where she taught for 23 years. She is a certified Foundation Training Instructor, Level I and II as well as a Certified Lydiard Running Coach, Level II. Her book, “Running and Returning: Seeking Balance in an Imperfect World,” was published in 2022 and recounts her journey in an effort to help others learn from her experiences.   Links: Foundation Training: https://www.foundationtraining.com/ Dr. Eric Goodman V Force: https://vforcepro.com/ Dr. Vicki Hunter Anatomy Course: https://www.anatomytrains.com/ Tom Myers

Kia ora,Welcome to Wednesday's Economy Watch where we follow the economic events and trends that affect Aotearoa/New Zealand.I'm David Chaston and this is the international edition from Interest.co.nz.And today we lead with news the Australians look like they have finished their rate-hiking cycle.But first up today there was another dairy auction overnight and it wasn't a good one. Overall prices fell -4.3% in USD terms, although they were down a much lesser -2.1% in NZD terms. It was the dominant WMP price that took the main beating, down -8.0%. All this comes with volumes sold almost the most of 2023. Buyers were out for bargain WMP and they got it. Fortuitously, all the other products offered basically held the line. And it would have been much worse if the NZD wasn't sharply lower than at the prior event.Elsewhere the economic data out overnight was quite mixed.In the US there were two factory PMI's released for July. The widely-watched local ISM one came in with a lesser contraction than in June, but its ninth straight month of contraction. The internationally-benchmarked Markit version was less negative as well. If there was an upside, it was that the 'best bit' was that the new order contraction eased in both surveys.Similarly, pressures have evaporated in their supply chains with the LMI easing again in July.Pressure is also easing in their labour markets with the June JOLTS report showing the number of job openings fell by -34,000 from a month earlier to under 9.6 mln, reaching the lowest level since April 2021. The number quitting their jobs also fell and layoffs were low, so workers are now tending to stay put. We get their overall labour market report for July this Saturday, NZT, and the expectation is that it rose by another +200,000 in July, a further solid gain.Meanwhile the Redbook survey of sales at bricks and mortar retail outlets actually rose last week from a year ago. It was a rise far less than inflation, but it was their first weekly rise in a month. That's something I suppose, perhaps an indication it has reached a bottom. We should perhaps also note that the year-ago base was unusually high.It is holiday season in the US (or 'driving season'). This period runs until their Labor Day weekend (Monday, September 4, 2023). Petrol prices often rise during this period, but this year they seem to be running -11% lower. They are higher than the 2015 to 2021 period, but they are only back to what they had in 2014. Petrol prices there are no inhibition to summer holidays.Across the Pacific, the economic news just keeps sliding lower for China. Yesterday the Caixin China General Manufacturing PMI fell, now contracting in July after a small expansion in June. Market estimates expected another small expansion but it hit its lowest reading in six months. It also confirmed the official factory PMI contraction. It was the first Caixin drop in factory activity since April, as new orders dropped after growing in the prior two months, and export sales contracted the most since September 2022.Germany's jobless rate edged down to 5.6% in July, which was lower than both the previous month and the market expectations of 5.7%. Unemployment levels declined by -4000 to 2.6 mln people, defying market forecasts of a +20,000 increase. Given the surge in Ukrainian refugees in the country, this is actually a very resilient result.In Australia, the RBA kept its cash rate target at 4.1% following a cooling of inflation pressures (including retail sales), while keeping the door open to future hikes. It was a second month of a rate pause, and wrong-footed most economists but it was in line with financial market expectations. The longer pause suggests the RBA may be approaching the end of its tightening cycle and that sent the AUD sharply lower.Look out for the NZ labour market data at 10:30am. We will have full coverage of this key indicator. Our jobless rate is expected to stay low at about 3.5%.The UST 10yr yield will start today at 4.05% and up +9 bps from this time yesterday. The price of gold will start today at US$1945/oz and down -US$26 from yesterday.And oil prices are little-changed at just over US$81/bbl in the US. The international Brent price is now just under US$85/bbl.The Kiwi dollar starts today down almost a full -1c to just on 61.3 USc. Against the Aussie however we are almost a +½c firmer at 92.9 AUc. Against the euro we are -½c lower at 55.9 euro cents. That all means the TWI-5 has fallen -40 bps to 69.8.The bitcoin price has eased again since this time yesterday and is now at US$28,934 and down -1.0%. Volatility over the past 24 hours has been modest at just under +/- 1.3%.You can find links to the articles mentioned today in our show notes.You can get more news affecting the economy in New Zealand from interest.co.nz.Kia ora. I'm David Chaston. And we will do this again tomorrow.

When AJ Campo relocated from New York to North Carolina during the pandemic, she didn't really know anyone in her newly adopted home. Fortuitously, she'd meet Audi Club Carolinas' Jessica Ewing who approached Campo about her S3 at a cars and coffee. What resulted was a fast friendship, including trips to Tail of the Dragon, high-performance driver training, and further evolution for Campo as a driver and an enthusiast. Both are now in the leadership of Audi Club Carolinas, so they sat down to chat about AJ's Audi experience in that time, then cover various subjects from Audi Club Carolina's hosting of the Audi Club Nationals event at Tail of the Dragon this coming September, the offshoot sub-chapter Queens of quattro, and their own experience as women in the automotive space. The upcoming Q3_2023 issue of quattro Magazine takes on a thematic focus on women members of Audi Club North America. Several key female members of the club have stepped in as hosts and guests of the Unfair Advantage Podcast. This is the first of that series, and it serves as the basis for a feature story about AJ and her experience in the pages of this summer's issue.

Welcome back to Don't Retire… Graduate! This is an episode unlike any we've done before. Our guest is Rachael Schlimmer, a nomad who is traveling more often than she isn't but is ready to start putting down roots and planning out her future.  While we promised not to call this an intervention (or a séance for that matter), Rachael was at a crossroads and needed someone to interfere, if only to help her stop doubting herself. She and Eric sat down for what is almost a financial planning consultation to discuss her goals, explore opportunities for cash flow, and get her to the realization that what you think your life is supposed to look like is not necessarily what it should look like.  And, like many initial financial planning conversations, there was very little talk of money and a lot of talk of what she wants to be when she grows up. Listen now to go on this self-discovery journey with us. In this episode we'll talk about: • Turning your passions and hobbies into your career • The career paths that allow for the nomadic lifestyle that Rachael loves • Redefining the idea of “home,” and finding home in the people you meet  • The skills you need (or don't need) to make a living • Barbara Sloan's book Tipped and the value it holds for those with less traditional income Visit dontretiregraduate.com for a full transcript of this episode. About Rachel Schlimmer: I've been semi-nomadic for the last 5-6 years, working for most of a year, travelling for 8-10 months. I'm working towards putting down some roots and building some stability, and part of that is upping my long-term finance game. Fortuitously met Eric over the bar top of a hotel restaurant I'm newly coffee slinging for, and here we are! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

A deadly chewed rhubarb leaf Photo by Mark Scherzer "It's just like Checkov's gun!" Steve practically hooted into the telephone. As if my call was all about the plot of some comedic play, and not serious business. It was not exactly the reaction I expected after I called him to say I was afraid I might have killed Doodle, the sweet lamb who was rejected by his mother at birth while Steve was minding the farm last July, and has bonded with us human caregivers, Steve in particular, ever since. To be fair, Steve didn't hoot derisively until he had figured out, through an extended discussion of the circumstances, that Doodle's demise was highly unlikely. I had told him that I had been doing chores Tuesday evening and was transferring a cartload of compost to the vegetable garden with Doodle in my company, as is typically the case when I'm near the barn. I wanted to dump some nourishment on a planting bed I was preparing near the rhubarb patch. And before I knew it, I saw out of the corner of my eye Doodle munching on a rhubarb leaf. Knowing that rhubarb leaves are poisonous to humans, I yelled out and ran over, trying unsuccessfully to get whatever he was munching out of his mouth, and rushed him out of the garden. Extremely concerned, I immediately texted Gillian, the wonderful vet, who is particularly expert in sheep matters. She texted me back right away, confirming that rhubarb leaves are poisonous to sheep too. They can cause sudden kidney failure and death soon after ingestion, or kidney problems in the following days. She advised that I should give Doodle 60 ml of mineral oil by mouth to prevent absorption and that in the following days I should monitor his urination to be sure he was not developing kidney stones. (To be honest, I wasn't quite sure how I would do this. I am rarely around to see Doodle urinate, and I'm not sure if I followed him for a couple of hours I would see him pee, or would know if the quantity or quality of urine was different from normal.) Fortuitously, I knew I had some mineral oil, because I had come across a container the day before in the garage. I'm not sure why I had it originally or why it was in the garage, but I was able to get it right away and measure out 60 ml into one of the baby bottles that I had previously used to feed Doodle his milk replacer. I used a nipple with an exceptionally large opening, in the expectation that I might have to pour it down his throat. I didn't have to, because at 9 months old he still remembered exactly how to drink from a baby bottle once I got it in his mouth. But because of the large opening, during the process of getting it into his mouth a fair proportion of it had dripped out on my hand. Determined that I had to give him more quickly, I headed back to the house. It helped expedite matters that Doodle was all too happy to tag along with me. We walked right into the kitchen, and he took the bottle with the additional 20 ml of mineral oil without complaint. "People kill the things they love," was the refrain that went continuously through my mind. I was extremely concerned, so I googled as much as I could quickly find about sheep and rhubarb leaves. I was pleased to find several accounts of people whose sheep had ingested rhubarb leaves without apparent consequences, and to find that in order for the oxalic acid in rhubarb leaves to have significant effect on a human being, one would have to eat about 2 lbs of leaves. Even extrapolating down to Doodle's size of about 35 lbs, it began to seem highly unlikely that the small portion of one rhubarb leaf he had been able to eat in the less than a minute we were there could do him significant damage. Though my fears were somewhat quelled, I felt compelled to let Steve know about the situation. While I play the parental role on a daily basis, it was Steve who cared for him right after birth, got Gillian involved to save him from certain death back then, and who comes closest to being Doodle's birth mother. A couple of weeks ago, while Steve was again visiting, it was remarkable to see how they communed, with Doodle nuzzling him and seeming to try to nurse on Steve's shirt. If I were to cause Doodle's death, I don't think Steve would forgive me. I was relieved that once he heard the whole story and determined that Doodle was in no real danger, Steve saw the comedy in the situation. And he really let me have it. "You know how Chekhov displays that gun innocently at the beginning of Uncle Vanya, and you just know that the gun is going to go off later on? Well," he said, "this is the same thing. Every goddamned time we go to the vegetable garden, you point out to me that the leaves on the rhubarb are poisonous. Every time. As if you think I'd eat them! You were basically setting it up that something had to happen with those leaves, and that something finally happened. Thank God, just like in Uncle Vanya, nobody really got hurt." Not that Steve hasn't asked for daily reports on Doodle's condition ever since. But as I've told him, Doodle four days later continues to be perfectly fine. He is now forever banished from the vegetable garden, however. One shot of Chekhov's gun is enough. Doodle Nuzzles Steve, selfie by Steve Gutierrez WHAT'S AVAILABLE THIS WEEK Horseradish root: $2/lb. Sorrel: $3/bag Rhubarb: $5/lb EGGS ARE BACK! Nature destroys but it also regenerates. Egg production is back in full swing. $6/dozen Lambs went to market. If you ordered, stay tuned for pickup. + Coming soon: Mint FARM PICKUPS: Email us your order at farm@turkanafarms.com, and let us know when you'd like to pick up your order. It will be put out for you on the side screened porch of the farmhouse (110 Lasher Ave., Germantown) in a bag. You can leave cash or a check in the now famous pineapple on the porch table. Because I'm now here full time, we're abandoning regular pick-up times. Let us know when you want your order any day between 10 and 5, and unless there are unusual circumstances we'll be able to ready it to your convenience. If you have questions, don't hesitate to call or text at 917-544-6464

Cracking the Stress Secret: Interview with Dr. Amir RashidianAmir A. Rashidian was born in Iran in 1974. He was 5-years old when the rioting began, and the government was overthrown. Iran became the Islamic Republic of Iran and the world as he knew it changed. He still remembers the gruesome violence of that time and although several decades have passed, he can recall the scenes like they occurred yesterday.Before leaving Iran, Amir's dad wanted to teach him about poverty and life in the underprivileged regions of Iran, the villages in the foothills of the Elburz mountain range. In one of those villages, Amir was witness to a young woman who had gone into labor. The midwife told her and her husband that the baby was not alive, and the young woman would likely not survive. That woman died in her husband's arms because there were no doctors in that village. Amir decided at that moment to commit his life to become a doctor, to saving lives and preventing unnecessary death.In America, driven by his dream to become a doctor. During his sophomore year at GWU, Amir's father began to suffer from nerve damage and spinal cord compression in his neck resulting from degenerative spinal arthritis. This severely painful condition had caused Amir's dad to lose function and control of his arms and hands. They consulted with three neurosurgeons who all agreed that Amir's dad needed an invasive high-risk neck surgery. Fortuitously, they came across a chiropractor who claimed he could help Amir's dad without drugs or surgery. After 6 months of chiropractic holistic care, Amir's father was free of all pain and full function had been restored to his arms and hands. This incident is where Amir got his passion for holistic healthcare and disease prevention. Amir is the founder of the Mid-Atlantic Chiropractic Center focusing on high-tech diagnostics to detect and correct disturbances in the nervous system. A very active speaker at corporate events, conventions, and churches, he is also frequently interviewed by the local TV, radio, and newspaper.Website:Health and Wellness Speaker - The Rashidian Method (drrashidian.com)Chiropractors Frederick MD - Mid Atlantic Chiropractic Center (midatlanticclinic.com)Book:Cracking the Stress Secret: How to Turn Pressure into Power - Kindle edition by Rashidian D.C., Amir A.. Health, Fitness & Dieting Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com.Eric Reyes: Host of Hey Coach! PodcastEmail:eric@heycoachreyes.comLinkedIn:Eric Reyes | LinkedInFacebook:(1) Hey Coach | FacebookFacebook Group:(2) Hey Coach! Sports,Life and Business | FacebookInstagram :Hey Coach Podcast (@theheycoachpodcast) • Instagram photos and videosTwitter:Hey Coach! Podcast (@HeyPodcas1) / Twitter

Spring, the season of rebirth and regrowth, is almost upon us. Winter's last full official day is Sunday, March 19. But Spring is an insistent force, and will be restrained neither by the calendar nor by cold wintry weather. If I needed any proof of this proposition, I found it yesterday evening. As Eric and I drove east east from Germantown, where the little snow we had this week has largely melted away, to the higher elevations of Northwestern Connecticut, where my friend George spent part of the week snowed in without power, we saw in the middle of a lawn in Lakeville, surrounded by deep snow, what appeared to be a large forsythia bush in bloom. Here in Germantown, it's easier for the season to show itself in full force. The little white snowdrop flowers that have been blooming for the last couple of weeks have been joined by six inch tall daffodil leaves, with buds that seem on the verge of opening. I even saw a couple of phlox leaves emerging near the house this afternoon. And fuki buds are popping out of the ground, it seems everywhere I look. Fuki, also known as Japanese butterbur, is a plant with flat round leaves which can be massive, a foot or more in diameter -- heart shaped, large, and coarse. The leaves appear at the end of stalks that begin at ground level and stick up about six or eight inches. People often mistake fuki for rhubarb. The stalks resemble a thin reddish celery stalk. The buds, which look like tiny greenish cauliflowers, appear right at ground level in early spring. The fuki here was planted in a fit of landscaping enthusiasm some twenty two years ago. It was located in a shady damp spot east of the driveway in order to quickly cover a lot ground with something decorative. I've come to view the plant as a horrible invasive scourge because, through sending out underground runners, it has been appearing opportunistically everyplace it can reach, sometimes areas not so shady and mucky. Unfortunately, in the height of summer, whenever the weather turns hot and dry, in all but the shadiest, wettest spots the plants wilt, and so does their beauty. The leaves dry up quickly; the stems turn a brittle brown. Because they have shaded out all competing growth, the fuki patch looks like the remnants of a forest fire. Spring landscape beauty becomes summer's desert. I would like to do everything I can to limit the area covered by fuki. Fortuitously, it turns out that fuki is regarded as something of a delicacy by the Japanese, a "mountain vegetable." The buds, known as " fuki noto", are harvested by hand in early spring and used in a variety of preparations. I'm thinking about doing a fuki noto tempura tomorrow. From my research today, it seems the stalks are also quite edible when they're young and tender. Parboiled in salt water, followed by an ice water bath to take out some of their signature bitterness, they may then be added to soup or transformed into a vegetable dish served with miso paste. My hope is that if I harvest enough buds and early stalks, and even convince others to eat them, that I will keep this rampant scourge under control. I assure you , this is not a general instinct of mine. Confronted by the first growth of spring, I do not generally try to beat it back. Indeed, I encourage the life force in all its manifestations, be they vegetable, animal, or human. Take Spring Fever. I have the impression, from my social world, that there is a pandemic of this condition already well under way. Various of my friends are falling into various stages of infatuation and outright love right about now. I've always been a love junkie. There's rarely been a period in my life when I wasn't in love with a mate or potential mate, regardless of season. But to see friends who previously proclaimed no interest in becoming part of a couple suddenly changing course and considering mating makes me suspect there's something in the atmosphere that has freed up that particular human need and desire to express itself fully. Is it disconcerting to have friends disappear from your radar as they focus on bonding with the objects of their awakening affection? Sure, but I remind myself that I've similarly disappeared from their radars at similar points in my life, sometimes repeatedly. And there is a countervailing joy in knowing that they are being animated by what seems to me an expression of the life force that matters most. There is a culture war being waged right now against being "woke". I will refrain from expressing my feelings about a state of being I can't define. But I do, in these balmy days of life and love erupting, most emphatically cast my vote in favor of "awakening". WHAT'S AVAILABLE THIS WEEK: FUKI NOTO, LAMB AND EGGS FUKI BUDS: $8/LB EGGS ARE BACK! Nature destroys but it also regenerates. Egg production is back in full swing. Choice of rich concentrated young pullet eggs or regular size eggs, either way $6/dozen TIME TO ORDER LAMB Order a whole or half lamb, cut to your specifications, $7/lb hanging weight. Lambs go to market Mar. 20, so you need to get your cutting instructions in now.

Fortuitously the podcast this week falls on International Women's Day 2023. Moose and Dews are joined by Tray Young of the Primordial Equality Advisory Group to discuss what that actually means, and why it's important. There's more information on IWD2023 here https://primordialradio.com/international-womens-day-iwd-2023/ The video podcast is available via the Primordial Twitch channel here https://www.twitch.tv/primordialradio. Full details and tickets for the Primordial General Mayhem are available at - https://primordialradio.com/pgm23  Primordial Radiohttps://primordialradio.com  https://www.instagram.com/primordialradio  https://tiktok.com/@primordialradio  https://www.facebook.com/primordialradio  https://www.twitter.com/primordialradio​ 

We kick off Season 4 bravely with the visionary Amy Webb, Quantitative Futurist, CEO of the Future Today Institute, professor at NYU and author. In this episode, as in Amy's book The Genesis Machine, we discuss the paths towards synthetic futures and the methods in creating more credible focus on the long term future.Amy speaks to her journey coming into the "esoteric" field of futures, from a fact-based background in economics and journalism. Fortuitously, she meandered on the rocky path to foresight, from a pragmatic background that fuels her drive to make foresight more impactful.Passionate about the need for foresight, now more than ever before, Amy describes the fourth era of foresight we are in, the actioning era as she calls it, driven by technology. This comes after three eras of extrapolation and imagining, calculation and war gaming and most recently (or currently, for many futurists), design fiction and crafting future alternatives. The mission to move foresight from government to corporations effectively is one Amy feels is leveraging ineffective tools; ones that don't lean enough on data and mathematical modeling. This has led to a dilution of foresight's impact and deluded futurists.Jo and Amy discuss ways to create changed mindsets and commitment to action in businesses, moving beyond inspiring to problem solving. It's a contentious topic in the field of foresight, which is still largely government-integrated and academic, to move past creative extrapolation through scenarios, to mathematically driven models of the future. (A perspective Amy has copped some flack for.)Amy then takes us into the future, and the topic of the latest book she co-authored with Andrew Hessel, The Genesis Machine, explaining how over 13 years of researching AI she noticed something profound happening in the synthetic biology space. General purpose technologies have the potential to fundamentally alter society and impact the economy, like electricity and the internet have, and while Amy concedes scaling it is a ‘ways off', we should be paying attention, and planning for synthetic biology to act as the next generative purpose technology – transforming medicine, the environment and our food systems.--To look outside, Amy goes outside where cycling helps clear her busy mind. A familiar face on the conference circuit, Amy also makes a point to attend and learn from conferences and events that have nothing to do with her role or field of expertise. This broadening of perspective brings both a chance to learn and to gather surprising new topics to research.--Founder and CEO of the Future Today Institute (FTI), Amy Webb pioneered a data-driven foresight methodology that is now used within hundreds of organizations worldwide. She built FTI into one of America's fastest-growing companies –– FTI has been ranked on the Inc 5000 list for two consecutive years. Amy helps CXOs of the world's-admired companies achieve long-term growth, and she shows businesses how to spot disruption early enough to create new revenue or to mitigate risk. Amy also advises the leadership of government, military and central banks on risk and opportunity.Amy Webb was named by Forbes as one of the five women changing the world, listed as the BBC's 100 Women of 2020, and in 2021 was ranked on the Thinkers50 list of the 50 most influential management thinkers globally. Her latest book, The Genesis Machine, explores the futures of synthetic biology.Learn more about Amy: https://amywebb.io Check out the foresight tools...

In this segment Steve Porcaro shares with us where the beautiful inspiration for the song "Human Nature" came from and how the "B side" of the cassette demo was Fortuitously heard by Quincy Jones. Visit: www.storiesintheroom.comSupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/stories-in-the-room/donationsAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

Welcome to this brand-new investing podcast from the London South East. My name is Peter Higgins, you can find me on Twitter @conkers3 and I will be your host for this series of Investing Matters podcasts. What can you expect from the Investing Matters podcasts? A great question. You will find long form interviews with noteworthy veterans and experts from the investment and fund management industry. During these interviews each interviewee will share and impart their knowledge, learning and insights on what aspects of Investing truly matters to them and what in their view should matter to investors. We hope this knowledge exchange benefits all and enables all those accessing and listening to these podcasts to achieve even greater investing success. With that in mind, welcome to episode twenty-six, which is with the hugely talented Philip O'Sullivan whose roles including being a former Chief Economist at Investec (Ireland) and presently as an Investor Relations professional with the Bank of Ireland. Born in Cork, by the time Philip was 18 years of age and old enough to invest in his own name, it was the tail end of the 1990s. The Dot.Com bubble had not yet burst, and the mania had everyone talking about the markets. Ireland was going through a huge period of economic growth called the Celtic Tiger, this would later morph into a credit fuelled bubble that hit Ireland harder than most other countries when the Global Financial Crisis struck. In 2000, Philip studied Finance at the University College of Cork and still to this day has meticulous records of his early investments. Some of which describes as making “rookie mistakes” with. Fortuitously, it was during his Finance degree that he did a placement for nine months in Goodbody Stockbrokers in Dublin. Then, as now, it was part of Allied Irish Bank. He worked on the Research team, and I must have excelled as they asked him to come back on a permanent basis when he graduated. At Goodbody Stockbrokers, he worked on the sell-side, alongside some really gifted Equity Analysts and Economists, to pitch his own research ideas to the Sales team and the traders. He also got opportunities to go on Investor roadshows and attend sales desk briefings with some of the top CEOs, including those Ryanair, CRH or Paddy Power (Flutter). During his seven years at Goodbody Stockbrokers from 2004 to 2011, Philip gained a vast wealth of great experience - working across Economics, Equity Research and Equity Sales. Plus, a fantastic analytics grounding in both the macro and the micro. In 2011 Philip went back to academia full-time and successfully completed a one-year MBA. Very shrewd though he did some financial journalism and blogging alongside his studies. As an accomplish write, he wrote the markets column for an Irish magazine called Business and Finance, some columns for the business section of the Irish edition of The Sunday Times. It was quality of his articles in the Sunday Times columns that landed him the job of Chief Economist at Investec Bank in Ireland from 2012 onwards. His Chief Economist role was a very broad one that encompassed; work on the Bond desk; supporting the Wealth and Investment business; presenting to Treasury clients on interest rates and exchange rates; working alongside Corporate Finance on client pitches; Equity Research; supporting the Sales Desk in its client engagement and much more. In 2019 Philip was headhunted to work in Investor Relations for The Bank of Ireland which is the biggest Bank in Ireland. Whilst the role of Investor Relations is very different to being a sell-side analyst or an Economist. It is the combination of all the skills and experiences that Philip has learned over nearly a quarter of a century, that makes him a vital individual in the continued growth of The Bank of Ireland Group with respect to its regional, national and global clients.

Link to bioRxiv paper: http://biorxiv.org/cgi/content/short/2022.11.13.516334v1?rss=1 Authors: Moon, J., Chau, T. Abstract: Background: Brain-computer interfaces (BCIs) can offer solutions to communicative impairments induced by conditions such as locked-in syndrome. While covert speech-based BCIs have garnered interest, a major issue facing their clinical translation is the collection of sufficient volumes of high signal-to-noise ratio (SNR) examples of covert speech signals which can typically induce fatigue in users. Fortuitously, investigations into the linkage between covert speech and speech perception have revealed spatiotemporal similarities suggestive of shared encoding mechanisms. Here, we sought to demonstrate that an electroencephalographic cross-condition machine learning model of speech perception and covert speech can successfully decode neural speech patterns during online BCI scenarios. Methods: In the current study, ten participants underwent a dyadic protocol whereby participants perceived the audio of a randomly chosen word and then subsequently mentally rehearsed it. Eight words were used during the offline sessions and subsequently narrowed down to three classes for the online session (two words, rest). The modelling was achieved by estimating a functional mapping derived from speech perception and covert speech signals of the same speech token (features were extracted via a Riemannian approach). Results: While most covert speech BCIs deal with binary and offline classifications, we report an average ternary and online BCI accuracy of 75.3% (60% chance-level), reaching up to 93% in select participants. Moreover, we found that perception-covert modelling effectively enhanced the SNR of covert speech signals correlatively to their high-frequency correspondences. Conclusions: These findings may pave the way to efficient and more user-friendly data collection for passively training such BCIs. Future iterations of this BCI can lead to a combination of audiobooks and unsupervised learning to train a non-trivial vocabulary that can support proto-naturalistic communication. Copy rights belong to original authors. Visit the link for more info Podcast created by Paper Player, LLC

Even before Valancy receives a letter from Dr Trent in Montreal about her diagnosis, she commits her first act of rebellion, decimating a rose bush that she is frustrated with since it never blooms. Fortuitously, her mother is furious that she wasn't consulted before the hacking commenced, and will now not talk to Valancy for several days.When the news arrives that Valancy only has a year to live, this isolation allows her to keep it entirely to herself. Dazed and bewildered, angry that she will die before she has ever really lived, Valancy begins to process the news and what it means for her life.

This week on Pop Uncultured, more Tik Tok!  This piece of junk filth app is crammed to the gills with subhuman homunculi of the lowest caste, and we just can't get enough of it.  It's like getting free samples at the ice cream store.  Sure, we could just go for a triple scoop of chocolate chip cookie dough out of the gate, but why not sample a bunch of small spoonfuls of every flavor?  I actually just answered that question in my head, because 50% of the flavors probably suck my dork.But first, we discuss cursive! I know what you're thinking, pretty boring podcast topic, right?  Yes.  You're right.  Don't be smug about it.  After that we move into a follow-up on my stay at the infamous Stanley Hotel.  I stayed in a particularly haunted room, on a particularly haunted floor, at a world famous haunted hotel, taunting demons and ghosts to rape and/or possess me, during gay month.  Surely, you'd think I'm a shoo-in for a paranormal experience...more fool you!  It's just another overpriced hotel with rickety-ass floors.  The scariest thing I experienced was a lack of air conditioning, and also the elevator was really small and I had to share it with two fat people this one time and they breathed all over me.Tik Tok on the clock, but the party don't stop! (remember Ke$ha?)  We start our Tokking with a wispy little baby man named Jake Novak, shamelessly bragging about his musical comedy aptitude in a laborious entreaty to Lorne Michaels for employment on popular sketch show "Mad TV".  This small, brittle cretin thinks that to join comedy titans the likes of Will Sasso, Michael McDonald, Aries Spears, and Artie Lange, all he needs to do is aim a telephone at himself while he prances around like a ninny, simultaneously chirping unfunny lyrics to a jaunty music bed of Fischer Price Baby's First Piano.  Well he's probably right.  He might just be the breath of fresh air Mad TV needs, I hear they haven't been doing well in recent years.Fortuitously, the aforementioned dingbat leads us to bae, my future wife.  Her TikTok account is called Slowpuke, her name is Caitlin, her hair is the same coppery red of the fire burning and yearning for her in my soul.  She wears wrestling shirts and plays Elder Scrolls and has a voice both sweet and powerful, like honey poured over thunder.  Anyway this bitch does a TikTok calling Jake Novak a homo or something, and that's a-okey-day in my book.But now, ladies and gentlemen, I bring you the main event!  Weighing in at an average of 65 pounds, standing at an average of 3'7, hailing from a broom closet in Ohio...the men and women of the Micro Wrestling Federation!  That's right, folks, a wrestling organization purely comprised of little people.  See? I can be politically correct.  These guys are workhorses, seriously.  I permanently annihilated my spine within a year of wrestling training, so I understand some of the trials these pint-sized performers are going through.  They're touring pretty much nonstop, from the rolling hills of Ohio to the rolling hills of Ohio, these micros are booked solid, taking bumps every night despite having the life expectancy of a golden retriever.  Towards the end, we come up with a great business idea.  As a businessman of great repute, I'm all about making my money work for me, as you'll hear in this episode.  And if this business plan goes on as expected, and the fine folk of the MWF hear this episode or read the description, I'm probably gonna get my ass jumped by gang of hardcore dwarves.  So long as I get to seal the deal with Banessa, I'll be happy to die in a gutter, bleeding out from a thousand tiny stab wounds.https://www.tiktok.com/@whoisjakenovakhttps://www.tiktok.com/@slowpukehttps://www.tiktok.com/@microwrestlingfederation

On the ground in Lismore -  gaining a first-hand account of the devastation was our guest on the podcast today - the NSW Shadow Minister for Emergency Services Jihad Dib.Fortuitously, Jihad also holds the state Shadow Climate Change portfolio. In our discussion, we talk about how his two areas have overlapped to produce such a crisis and what we can expect going forward.

Sharon decided to celebrate her 60th birthday with a six-month hiatus from her life in NYC. She stayed in an apartment in Paris for two of those months, exploring the city on foot, via metro –and eventually on city bikes.  Fortuitously, she met other Americans living in Paris, who helped her tremendously.  Three years later, she co-founded AmericanConcierge.com to make it easier [and more fun] for others, who like herself, want to get the most out of their time in Paris. We chat about what it's like to run a travel planning company in Paris, France.Support the show (https://www.patreon.com/join/Laviecreative)

A splendid Sunday crossword from the pen of Jeff Chen, who overlays the main grid with 5 diagonal answers - it has to be seen to be believed. Fortuitously, you can indeed see that by going over to Jeff Chen's web site - xwordinfo.com - tell 'em Jean & Mike sent you.Beyond the diagonal clues, the rest of the grid was a master class in crossword construction, as you would expect from Mr. Chen. For all the details, just download and listen up!

Chackbox Diddlebrain is a stray thought collector from the planet Corosica where frivolous thoughts are in short supply. Fortuitously, Trellis and Horatio have plenty to spare.

ewel Star : Cosby's Love Child: The Untold Story of Autumn Jackson the Alleged Daughter of Entertainer Bill CosbyThis compelling and true life story screams of betrayal, deceit, and an unsolved mystery. It began when a budding young woman was lured into a cunning and deceptive scheme which eventually became her undoing. The tale may have gone unnoticed under normal circumstances. However, the plot thickened when a famous celebrity, Bill Cosby, was the target of a greedy rouse. The timing couldn't have been worse as it fell on the heels of his son's murder. Ennis Cosby had been shot and killed the day an alleged extortion letter was delivered to the comedian demanding millions in hush money. During one of the most infamous trials of 1997 Cosby would face his adversary Autumn Jackson, and rue the day that she was born. Jackson could do nothing more than look into her father's eyes and weep for all that had never been. At least she believed the entertainer to be her father. This complicated and twisted saga is fraught with criminal and passion driven psychology. Who were the guilty ones and who were the innocents? “I'm Autumn Jackson's aunt. I was called on to be her traveling companion, confidant, and unlikely bodyguard. When people asked me what happened, the answer was complicated. A book needed to be written.” Jewel StarJEWEL N STAR, has been the winner of the CROWHURST LITERARY AWARD, and received Honorable Mention by the nationally renowned WRITER'S DIGEST.A passionate adventurer, Star left her birthplace of California in the late 1960s to explore the United States. She worked her way around the country, and then expanded her travels abroad. In the mid-1970s, she returned to California and settled down to be a wife, mother, farmer, artist, and eventually a writer.Star was in her mid-thirties when she realized her passion was to become an author. It was a long time in the coming, but when she looked back at her history it made sense. Always an avid reader, and a detailed story teller, she found that the words she wanted to share were easily accessible.After practicing the art of writing for nearly a decade, and with only a few stories and poems to show, Star realized that to be a serious writer she would have to return to college and learn the particulars of the craft. Fortuitously, she signed up for an English class instructed by Professor Robert Kirk, Ph.D. and he became her biggest fan. He encouraged her to enter her writing in an upcoming competition which she won, "hands down" according to one of her benefactors.After receiving national recognition, Star was ready to devote her talent to being a wordsmith. Not sure what direction to take, she realized that by specializing in technical and business writing she would be able to fine hone her skill.While working for the marketing firm DME (Direct Mail Express) in Florida in 2000, Star was able to exercise and grow in her writing expertise before starting her own copy-writing business, ProStar Services, LLC. During that time, she was an educational book ghostwriter, and a copywriter of instructional manuals and guidebooks, marketing collateral, direct mail, etc. She was also certified as a Professional Consultant by the American Consultants League, and was a member of the AWAI (American Writers and Artists Institute).In 2005, Star added the feather of Realtor to her working cap. She was a third generation Realtor, and had two siblings who were also working in real estate. It was a natural fit with her marketing background and writing skills. Little did she realize at the time that she would contribute to the profession by one day writing about real estate, and her book: 7 MAGIC KEYS TO BUYING A HOME, What Savvy Buyers Need to Know, can be found on her Author's Page.Retired from the workforce in 2013, Star moved Off Grid. She is writing about her current lifestyle and maintains an ongoing blog on the subject: Off Grid Living Revealed. She is devoting her "retirement" to uploading the many unpublished manuscripts, self-help books, novels and short stories that have been stacking up untouched over the years. She also has many topics on the table yet to be written and a couple of more novels to finish. She won't be retiring from writing any time soon!Star states, "I was told that it's not enough to write a book; you have to share it with readers for the cycle to be complete."http://www.JewelStarAuthor.comhttps://twitter.com/JewelStarAuthorhttps://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8109415.Jewel_Star5 years ago #alleged, #autumn, #autumn jackson, #bill cosby, #child:, #cosby's, #daughter, #ed, #jackson, #jewel, #jewel star, #love, #murder of ennis cosby, #opperman, #oppermanreport, #report, #star, #story, #the, #untold

ewel Star : Cosby's Love Child: The Untold Story of Autumn Jackson the Alleged Daughter of Entertainer Bill Cosby This compelling and true life story screams of betrayal, deceit, and an unsolved mystery. It began when a budding young woman was lured into a cunning and deceptive scheme which eventually became her undoing. The tale may have gone unnoticed under normal circumstances. However, the plot thickened when a famous celebrity, Bill Cosby, was the target of a greedy rouse. The timing couldn't have been worse as it fell on the heels of his son's murder. Ennis Cosby had been shot and killed the day an alleged extortion letter was delivered to the comedian demanding millions in hush money. During one of the most infamous trials of 1997 Cosby would face his adversary Autumn Jackson, and rue the day that she was born. Jackson could do nothing more than look into her father's eyes and weep for all that had never been. At least she believed the entertainer to be her father. This complicated and twisted saga is fraught with criminal and passion driven psychology. Who were the guilty ones and who were the innocents? “I'm Autumn Jackson's aunt. I was called on to be her traveling companion, confidant, and unlikely bodyguard. When people asked me what happened, the answer was complicated. A book needed to be written.” Jewel Star JEWEL N STAR, has been the winner of the CROWHURST LITERARY AWARD, and received Honorable Mention by the nationally renowned WRITER'S DIGEST. A passionate adventurer, Star left her birthplace of California in the late 1960s to explore the United States. She worked her way around the country, and then expanded her travels abroad. In the mid-1970s, she returned to California and settled down to be a wife, mother, farmer, artist, and eventually a writer. Star was in her mid-thirties when she realized her passion was to become an author. It was a long time in the coming, but when she looked back at her history it made sense. Always an avid reader, and a detailed story teller, she found that the words she wanted to share were easily accessible. After practicing the art of writing for nearly a decade, and with only a few stories and poems to show, Star realized that to be a serious writer she would have to return to college and learn the particulars of the craft. Fortuitously, she signed up for an English class instructed by Professor Robert Kirk, Ph.D. and he became her biggest fan. He encouraged her to enter her writing in an upcoming competition which she won, "hands down" according to one of her benefactors. After receiving national recognition, Star was ready to devote her talent to being a wordsmith. Not sure what direction to take, she realized that by specializing in technical and business writing she would be able to fine hone her skill. While working for the marketing firm DME (Direct Mail Express) in Florida in 2000, Star was able to exercise and grow in her writing expertise before starting her own copy-writing business, ProStar Services, LLC. During that time, she was an educational book ghostwriter, and a copywriter of instructional manuals and guidebooks, marketing collateral, direct mail, etc. She was also certified as a Professional Consultant by the American Consultants League, and was a member of the AWAI (American Writers and Artists Institute). In 2005, Star added the feather of Realtor to her working cap. She was a third generation Realtor, and had two siblings who were also working in real estate. It was a natural fit with her marketing background and writing skills. Little did she realize at the time that she would contribute to the profession by one day writing about real estate, and her book: 7 MAGIC KEYS TO BUYING A HOME, What Savvy Buyers Need to Know, can be found on her Author's Page. Retired from the workforce in 2013, Star moved Off Grid. She is writing about her current lifestyle and maintains an ongoing blog on the subject: Off Grid Living Revealed. She is devoting her "retirement" to uploading the many unpublished manuscripts, self-help books, novels and short stories that have been stacking up untouched over the years. She also has many topics on the table yet to be written and a couple of more novels to finish. She won't be retiring from writing any time soon! Star states, "I was told that it's not enough to write a book; you have to share it with readers for the cycle to be complete." http://www.JewelStarAuthor.com https://twitter.com/JewelStarAuthor https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8109415.Jewel_Star 5 years ago #alleged, #autumn, #autumn jackson, #bill cosby, #child:, #cosby's, #daughter, #ed, #jackson, #jewel, #jewel star, #love, #murder of ennis cosby, #opperman, #oppermanreport, #report, #star, #story, #the, #untold

ewel Star : Cosby's Love Child: The Untold Story of Autumn Jackson the Alleged Daughter of Entertainer Bill Cosby This compelling and true life story screams of betrayal, deceit, and an unsolved mystery. It began when a budding young woman was lured into a cunning and deceptive scheme which eventually became her undoing. The tale may have gone unnoticed under normal circumstances. However, the plot thickened when a famous celebrity, Bill Cosby, was the target of a greedy rouse. The timing couldn't have been worse as it fell on the heels of his son's murder. Ennis Cosby had been shot and killed the day an alleged extortion letter was delivered to the comedian demanding millions in hush money. During one of the most infamous trials of 1997 Cosby would face his adversary Autumn Jackson, and rue the day that she was born. Jackson could do nothing more than look into her father's eyes and weep for all that had never been. At least she believed the entertainer to be her father. This complicated and twisted saga is fraught with criminal and passion driven psychology. Who were the guilty ones and who were the innocents? “I'm Autumn Jackson's aunt. I was called on to be her traveling companion, confidant, and unlikely bodyguard. When people asked me what happened, the answer was complicated. A book needed to be written.” Jewel Star JEWEL N STAR, has been the winner of the CROWHURST LITERARY AWARD, and received Honorable Mention by the nationally renowned WRITER'S DIGEST. A passionate adventurer, Star left her birthplace of California in the late 1960s to explore the United States. She worked her way around the country, and then expanded her travels abroad. In the mid-1970s, she returned to California and settled down to be a wife, mother, farmer, artist, and eventually a writer. Star was in her mid-thirties when she realized her passion was to become an author. It was a long time in the coming, but when she looked back at her history it made sense. Always an avid reader, and a detailed story teller, she found that the words she wanted to share were easily accessible. After practicing the art of writing for nearly a decade, and with only a few stories and poems to show, Star realized that to be a serious writer she would have to return to college and learn the particulars of the craft. Fortuitously, she signed up for an English class instructed by Professor Robert Kirk, Ph.D. and he became her biggest fan. He encouraged her to enter her writing in an upcoming competition which she won, "hands down" according to one of her benefactors. After receiving national recognition, Star was ready to devote her talent to being a wordsmith. Not sure what direction to take, she realized that by specializing in technical and business writing she would be able to fine hone her skill. While working for the marketing firm DME (Direct Mail Express) in Florida in 2000, Star was able to exercise and grow in her writing expertise before starting her own copy-writing business, ProStar Services, LLC. During that time, she was an educational book ghostwriter, and a copywriter of instructional manuals and guidebooks, marketing collateral, direct mail, etc. She was also certified as a Professional Consultant by the American Consultants League, and was a member of the AWAI (American Writers and Artists Institute). In 2005, Star added the feather of Realtor to her working cap. She was a third generation Realtor, and had two siblings who were also working in real estate. It was a natural fit with her marketing background and writing skills. Little did she realize at the time that she would contribute to the profession by one day writing about real estate, and her book: 7 MAGIC KEYS TO BUYING A HOME, What Savvy Buyers Need to Know, can be found on her Author's Page. Retired from the workforce in 2013, Star moved Off Grid. She is writing about her current lifestyle and maintains an ongoing blog on the subject: Off Grid Living Revealed. She is devoting her "retirement" to uploading the many unpublished manuscripts, self-help books, novels and short stories that have been stacking up untouched over the years. She also has many topics on the table yet to be written and a couple of more novels to finish. She won't be retiring from writing any time soon! Star states, "I was told that it's not enough to write a book; you have to share it with readers for the cycle to be complete." http://www.JewelStarAuthor.com https://twitter.com/JewelStarAuthor https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8109415.Jewel_Star 5 years ago #alleged, #autumn, #autumn jackson, #bill cosby, #child:, #cosby's, #daughter, #ed, #jackson, #jewel, #jewel star, #love, #murder of ennis cosby, #opperman, #oppermanreport, #report, #star, #story, #the, #untold

Your hosts: Amy aka JKnitMa on Ravelry and Megan aka JustRunKnit on Ravelry This week we are sharing recent FOs! Four for each of us! Please grab your knitting and join us!Amy FOsBulky pickle shawlMarch FDF socksRomi MKAL shawlCardamom CoffeeMegan FOsStellen socksNightbookRomi MKAL shawlAnother Entrelac Tunisian Crochet Blanket ZK News and Join Discord ZKN events and Sign-up info

Angel Lopez is a Grammy winning music producer and songwriter who has worked with Sam Smith, Coldplay, Kanye West and many more. He has been groomed and mentored by his musical idol, legendary producer Timbaland. Angel nearly missed his calling. Before he found success in the music business, he came within inches of leaving his path in music to pursue what would have been an arduous career to becoming a gemologist. EPISODE HIGHLIGHTS // + Moving around and not learning English until age 10 + First hearing Timbaland and having his mind blown + Being intimidated playing a huge concert super early in his career + Working with Josh Dun (21 Pilots) at Guitar Center in Ohio + Thinking we are ready for our break before we actually are + Giving his beat tape to Timbaland's manager and thinking this was his big break + Asking for his girlfriend's hand in marriage and his girl's mother not approving + Having NO money and his now wife, having to work double shifts at Applebee's to keep them going + Fortuitously crossing paths with Timbaland at Miami airport on his way to getting married in Cancun and this being a BIG sign for him to keep going + Almost leaving his music path to go to Gemology school in his family's footsteps + Getting the first out of the blue phone call from TImbaland and nearly passing out from excitement + God/The Universe putting people on our path at the right moment to keep us going when we are in the darkness

Anu Chadha is a delightfully upbeat entrepreneur who sits down with Amy to discuss her most remarkable life and career. Her message of empowerment and positivity and her indomitable “can do” attitude will leave you inspired.   Anu attended school in the northern part of India at Sacred Heart College where she studied psychology and English. When she finished there, she was just 18 1/2 years old and wasn't sure what she might be able to do with the education she had received to that point. She decided to go to Delhi. There she took a 9 month secretarial course to prepare her for a what seemed to an inexperienced young Anu to be a practical job. It was the late 70's, and she was still thinking about what direction she might take with her life when her parents intervened.   She was then nearly 20, and in her culture, it was time for her to marry. After a short two-month courtship, it was arranged she would be wed to a man from a well-to-do family. Her brief courtship and social mores disallowed her from learning much about her fiancé prior to their vows. This was unfortunate. He turned out to be an alcoholic and prone to violent outbursts. She endured 12 years with him in all, but because she by then had two young daughters, she felt she couldn't leave the abusive situation. Intimidated by her husband and his parents, she stayed in the union until she finally found the courage to take her children and return to her parents. Although she didn't know how they would react, she determined through prayer that she would go and ask for their help.   She found they were supportive, and they took in the family of 3. They advised her to find work and they would look after the children. She was ready and willing to do this, but she still had no past work experience to show. Luckily a member of her extended family ran a textile business, so she went there, not knowing what she could possibly do. Undaunted, for 6 months she was a focused observer. She also made friends with the buyers and the customers during this learning period. Her knowledge of English was very helpful, but her genuine and friendly approach proved her greatest asset.   She continued eagerly to demonstrate she was up to any work assigned to her. She set about cementing that impression in the minds of everyone she interacted with. She made herself indispensable, and little by little, she learned the textile business from top to bottom. As her confidence grew, and she proved her value to the business, she knew what she wanted her permanent assignment to be. She wanted to travel overseas as the business' product representative. She had not only proven her worth to the company by then, but she also had proven it to herself.   In 2004, Anu made her first career pivot. The company was moving the plant to the outskirts of town. This involved a 2 hour commute each way on public transport for her. Anu would rarely see her children if she stayed on. As she thought about what to do, fate once more stepped in to guide her. As always, the universe had her back. She was in Delhi for work when she met a Danish man, also in the textile business. He told her he was looking for someone to help him expand his company in India. She took this as a much-needed sign and gladly agreed to this big new job which involved going out on her own. For 2 years she worked with him and after that time, he told her he was having health issues. He said he needed to retire and intended slowly to shut down his business. Again, Anu faced a dilemma. What would she do now?   In January 2004, she was on a business trip to Norway. She happened into a shop and saw some exceptional Indian made merchandise there. She bought a few samples, and decided she wanted to make contact with the buyer who had sold the items to the shop. The salesperson gave her the number, and the next day she was able to make the contact. As Anu explained who she was and her interest in the samples, she discovered the person on the other end of the line was someone she had worked with for over a decade at her first job. Fortuitously, that phone meeting began a whole new association and the growth of Anu's business.   That business today, 3A Clothing Company, is housed in a 12,000 square foot factory where Anu hires and mentors her many female factory workers. She and her company have won numerous awards for their ethical practices and leadership in the fashion industry. Anu is a sought after speaker and shares her philosophy liberally with Amy throughout today's discussion. Most remarkable in Anu's story is that she built her business without any help. She will convince you that you can also meet your goals with some simple practices. Her incredible work ethic, grit and belief in karma make this an interesting and inspiring story that will help inspire you in your career journey.     Topics in this episode: How to make the most of on the job training How you empower others along the way and how those efforts later return to you The critical importance of building a networking habit How determination and positivity will drive your towards your goal Using meditation to stay balanced Inspirational Quote: “Don't be jealous of the success of others. It destroys you. Be happy for others, but in your heart say, ‘I want you to do well, but I want to do it better.'” Links: 3Aclothing – 3Aclothing

LTC Chaveso “Chevy” Cook and his wife Ashley are from Columbia, SC. She is his high-school sweetheart and a personal trainer. Their most important triumphs are being together for over two decades and their beautiful daughters London and Lola. LTC Cook commissioned from the United States Military Academy (USMA) at West Point, NY. His career began as an Air Defense Artillery officer in 3-4 ADAR (A), 82nd ABN DIV, Fort Bragg, NC. After selection and training he branched Psychological Operations (PSYOP), spending his initial special operations career in 8th PSYOP BN (A) at Fort Bragg. Afterward LTC Cook returned to USMA as a Tactical Officer (D4). Fortuitously he also became an instructor in the Department of Behavioral Sciences and Leadership. Returning to Fort Bragg he commanded D Co, 3rd PSYOP BN (A)(D) and then served as S3 for 7th PSYOP BN (A). During his career he has deployed during “The Surge”, the “Arab Spring”, and the fight against ISIS, in positions ranging from Battery XO up to Task Force J3 (Operations). These and other operational experiences span Iraq (x3) Qatar (x2), Niger, Jordan, Afghanistan, Bahrain, Kuwait, Tajikistan, and the United Arab Emirates. LTC Cook is completing his PhD at Tufts University where he studies Human Development. LTC Cook's civilian education includes degrees from USMA (2004), the University of Texas-El Paso (2008), and Columbia University (2013). Of his professional memberships his non-profit role as co-founder and Executive Director of MilitaryMentors.org allows him to uniquely serve others outside of the uniform. He has guest spoken and been widely published on topics of social justice, character, leadership, organizational change, diversity, in extremis leader development, inclusion, innovation, mentorship, and a range of other professional development topics. He has fulfilled all the military education required of an officer and a PSYOP professional, including SERE-C (High Risk), Advanced Airborne School, Military Deception Planners Course, and the Information Operations Capabilities/Applications Course. Of his awards and decorations, he is most proud of his two Military Outstanding Volunteer Service Medals for sustained community and organizational investment, his branch's Major General Robert McClure Medal (Bronze), and the 2016 Secretary of the Army Diversity and Leadership Award, given to one officer yearly for commitment to equal opportunity practices, Army Values and the professional development of others.

Luke Tonge studied graphic design at Falmouth University in Cornwall, England. He completed his studies in 2007, and he assumed he would find a good position immediately, but it didn't happen that way. Even though he had written many letters of inquiry to design agencies, it wasn't until a coworker at his hopefully temporary job at Woolworth's offered to help him. She said her ex-husband was in graphic design and she could ask him to give special consideration to Luke's CV at his agency. This kindness led to Luke's first position as a graphic designer. Networking does pay off!   Luke was enthusiastic as he took on his first professional graphic design job. The agency was somewhat overwhelming as it was large and Luke was assigned many tasks which, as a neophyte, he had not expected to encounter. But the exposure to the firm's many artistic endeavors gave him varied experiences that helped him narrow and refine his true design interests. It was in this way that he found he retained his youthful desire to work with poster and magazine design.   In order to do that sort of work, Luke began seeking side gigs. After three years or so of balancing his agency position with his outside work, Luke was ready to pivot. Not yet ready to go out on his own, he decided to change jobs. Not only did he move from one employer to another, but he also changed his bachelor status to that of married man. In doing so, he relocated to Birmingham. He was hired by another large agency which was similar in many ways to his previous firm. He continued though to expand his personal portfolio and his favorable reputation. His side work had also become more lucrative. But now the longer Luke stayed with the agency business, the more he realized his desire to work independently. Sometime during his seventh year at the Birmingham firm he determined the time had come to strike out on his own. Ten years at two large design agencies gave him the confidence to know he was capable.   Fortuitously on his final day with the Birmingham agency, he was offered a part-time visiting position at Birmingham City University. Although he had planned well and felt he could manage financially in his own fledgling business, the teaching job would provide a steady income stream to count on regularly. This reassurance prompted him to accept the offered position, though the idea of the act of teaching was daunting to him.   What followed was surprisingly fulfilling. After his initial tentative efforts, Luke found he enjoyed the type of interactions he had with students and faculty at Birmingham City University. He discovered teaching and consulting there to be rewarding. His new, independent freelance business was doing well too. His days were full, but now a third appealing opportunity presented itself. He became part of a team promoting, directing and encouraging art and cultural events in Birmingham and the surrounding areas. This work tied in readily with his professional projects as well as his educational duties at Birmingham City University.   How does he manage these three demanding facets to his career? He says it's a constant balancing act, and he shares with Amy some of the habits needed to keep everything running smoothly. He describes himself as a “funlancer” rather than a “freelancer”. He believes that if you are following your passion, you will experience joy in your work. He is glad to share his thoughts on this with groups and individuals, and consequently Luke is often sought out as a speaker. He shares some of his career advice with Amy today, and you will want to listen to his story for some good tips if you're considering freelancing yourself.   Topics in this episode: How networking proves vital and why you must “put yourself out there” How to build a case to yourself for a pivot out on your own Don't disqualify yourself if asked if you are able do something How you can establish balance and boundaries Honing organizational skills and time management tips is essential How to prepare to take on work you may not want or like to do in order to advance How to plan your freelance work in order to maximize success Plan, think, and plan some more Links: luketonge.com Luke Tonge | LinkedIn @luketonge on all social platforms

Etiquette and style coach, Toni Dupree, tells about a few funny flubs that prove that even etiquette coaches aren't perfect. Toni thinks you might love Comedian Sommore The book Everybody Curses, I Swear by Carrie Keagan Series Big Little Lies and it's theme song by Michael Kiwanuka Author, public speaker, and entrepreneur Toni Dupree is well known for her long history of community and business leadership. Toni started on the path that would lead to her very successful career at a young age. Fortuitously, she was introduced to the social graces as a child when she attended Mildred Johnson’s Charm and Etiquette Academy in Houston. There, she learned how etiquette, self-esteem, and presentation can be leveraged for success. After excelling in academics at Jack Yates High School and Interior Arts School of Design, it became her lifelong mission to help others come to the same understanding. She earned certification from the Center for Organizational Cultural Competence in Winnipeg, Canada and completed coursework in psychology and behavioral analysis from Kaplan University. Find Amy on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter Check out Toni's book Straight Up from the Teacup tag @FancyFree Podcast in a post on Instagram or Facebook or @JoanneJarrett4 on Twitter about the podcast and be entered to win a free copy! Things to Know: Join Fancy Free's private Facebook Group! It's so much fun! The question of the week is "What is your favorite phone app?" Click the Subscribe button so you don't miss a single episode! Leave a rating and written review! I will be forever grateful!!! If you have your own not-so-fancy story to tell, email me at notfancy@fancyfreepodcast.com! Do it. It'll be fun! The best way to help Fancy Free reach more listeners is to tell a friend about it. Share the laughter! Next week we feature Dr. Sara Reck telling us how she ended up being a patient in a pediatric ER while working as an anesthesiologist. Thanks so much for listening, have a great week, and remember NO ONE is as fancy as they look! ~Joanne

When the dust settles on this year, this election, this pandemic, one of the many truths that will knell clear is that our healthcare system desperately demands reform. Never before has the interdependence of health, social privilege, and economic security been so grossly on display. We need a wholesale reimagination of how we define, deliver, and pay for care.  Fortuitously, we have a model for what this might look like. And it comes in the form of Cityblock Health, a growing public health startup that integrates primary care, behavioral care, and social services to deliver high-quality care to low-income communities.When the pandemic struck, it became clear that the racial and economic disparities long festering in our country would be splayed viciously open, and Cityblock’s patients would bear their disproportionate toll.  Today, we talk with Cityblock’s cofounder and Chief Health Officer, Dr. Toyin Ajayi, about how the company mobilized to meet this need, and why this moment only magnifies the urgency and value of its model. Cityblock spun out from Alphabet’s Sidewalk Labs in October 2017 with a mission to treat, at scale, the root causes of poor health in underserved urban populations. It has since expanded beyond New York to Connecticut, Massachusetts, North Carolina, and Washington, D.C.  For more information, check out: Cityblock’s blog Toyin’s TEDMED talk And listen to more Civic Rx episodes at civic-rx.org. 

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Welcome to this bonus episode of the Löw Tide Böyz, a Swimrun Podcast!A few weeks ago, we dropped our deep dive course preview of the Ödyssey Swimrun Austin race coming up on November 8th. That episode has been listened to over 500 times and it appears that folks are getting a lot of value from it…which we love. Given that this is a first-year race, there are a lot of gaps in our review. Fortuitously, Ödyssey put together a course recon training day at Pace Bend Park this past weekend and one of our Strava Club members, Adrian Cameron, was on the scene and brought back some great intel that he shared with the club. The intel was so great that we thought that we should produce a quick addendum to the Course Preview episode and get Adrian on to share his insight with everybody.So without further ado, we welcome Adrian to the show and get right to it!Ride’em Cowboy AGAIN! (Updates to our Short and Long Course Leg Breakdowns)As a refresher, Swimrun Austin offers two distance options: short course (total distance 8.96 miles; total run 7.04 miles; total swim 3396 yards/1.92 miles) and long course (total distance 16.42 miles; total run 13.04 miles; total swim 6036 yards/3.38 miles). Both courses offer solo and team divisions. You can check out the detailed map for both courses here.The Ödyssey course recon training day didn’t cover the entire course but there were a lot of additions that we were able to make to our leg by leg breakdown of the course.Ödyssey Swimrun Austin Short Course Annotated Leg Breakdown:Run 1 - 2.11 miles (Flat run)Swim 1 - 663 yards (Swimming with the current)Run 2 - 1.28 miles (Slightly hilly run)Swim 2 - 1166 yards (Swimming with the current; wind might be an issue)Run 3 - 2.49 miles (Flat/rocky run; Cliff jump option into Swim 3)Swim 3 - 1582 yards (Swimming with the current)Run 4 - 1.15 miles (Flat run)Ödyssey Swimrun Austin Long Course Annotated Leg Breakdown:Run 1 - 2.11 miles (Flat run)Swim 1 - 663 yards (Swimming with the current)Run 2 -  1.28 miles (“Lite” hills run)Swim 2 - 1166 yards (Swimming with the current; wind might be an issue)Run 3 - 2.12 miles (Narrow trails, rocky, and hard-packed; first half is mostly uphill; Sandy at points in the second half the run; finishing with a very steep run down a boat ramp to Swim 3) Swim 3 - 1145 yards (Swimming against the current; Current mild or non-existent if water levels remain low; stick close to the cliffs to keep the swim as short as possible; very steep water exit so make sure your hands are paddle-free upon exit)Run 4 - 3.33 miles (Slightly less flat but still pretty flat run; this run is exposed and could be very hot; very steep start but then levels off; pretty narrow trail so it will be mostly single file; the end of run has another super steep boat ramp to get to the swim leg)Swim 4 - 536 yards (Swimming against the current; Current mild or non-existent if water levels remain low; wind might be an issue; swim start has about 6 inches of muck for about 20’ out; make sure your shoes are on tightly so you don’t get a “flat tire”)Run 5 - .56 miles (Flat run; this is a “teamwork-heavy” section; the swim exit for this run is very steep; you will need your hands free for this technical section; there are bathrooms along the road of this run; cliff jump option into Swim 5; the highest jumping-off point is around 20’ but athletes can scale down some ledges to make a smaller jump)Swim 5 - 955 yards (Swimming against the current; Current mild or non-existent if water levels remain low; wind might be an issue)Run 6 - 2.49 miles (Flat/Rocky run; cliff jump option into Swim 6)Swim 6 - 1582 yards (Swimming with the current)Run 7 - 1.15 miles (Flat run)Final ThoughtsIt’s important to note that the water temperature was 78 degrees Fahrenheit (the air temperature was 62 degrees) during the course training day. You can check the water temps for yourself here. Folks should plan accordingly for that. Other than that, paying attention during the trial runs will help prevent collisions and tripping on roots, rocks, and the like. We want to thank Adrian again for taking the time to give us his field report. He’s going to do great on race day…and so will all of you!That’s it for this week’s bonus show. If you are enjoying the Löw Tide Böyz, please be sure to subscribe to the show on your favorite podcast player and leave us a review. You can find us on Apple Podcast, Spotify, and Google Podcast. You can also follow our meme page on Instagram. Email us at lowtideboyz@gmail.com with any feedback and/or suggestions. Finally, you can also support us on Patreon…if you feel so inclined. 

During his 15 years as a successful financial planner, Andre had witnessed far too many families suffer from the unpredictable stock market volatility. He made it his goal to find a better solution, a way to help people consistently increase and protect their wealth and ultimately their dreams! Andre started researching investment strategies that would not be impacted by the roller coaster ride on Wall Street. Fortuitously, he was introduced to real estate land banking and the more he learned the more he became convinced that this was an investment opportunity that not only offered historically proven returns but the safety and stability of a tangible asset, the land itself. Visit Annieca's website: https://www.annieca.com/Follow Annieca on socials!Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AnniecaInsuranceLinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/anniecaInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/annieca_com/YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCYCyARfbz1NIPvjT8hIVZrw?fbclid=IwAR0jhtipM_DXOPafp-IZdDr8qLSX9-eApgDlLyI9m-WJfF9OAJ9Zo5oMp0wTwitter: https://twitter.com/AnniecaMergers

Lou Alexander joins host Benjy Smith for another riveting episode. Lou came from extremely humble beginnings in South Los Angeles, spending most of his childhood being raised by a single mother along with his ten siblings after tragically losing his father at the age of five. After graduating from Syracuse University and briefly playing in the NFL for the New Orleans Saints, Lou found himself broke and without a job. Fortuitously, Lou chatted up a stranger on an airplane who helped lead him to a career in technology sales. Through hard work and putting faith in people and process, Lou has gone from doing door-to-door sales in the Boston area to thriving as a Director of Sales for a successful technology company. In addition to achieving career success, Lou has also channeled his powers as an athlete and has lost over 100 pounds!In a wide-ranging conversation, Lou and Benjy discuss faith, the powers of curiosity, positive thinking, and being willing to ask others for help, working to find happiness, and the relationship between nutrition and poverty. The episode closes with the Deal and Legal Tip of the Week segments. This is another episode you don't want to miss!Support the show (http://lawflip.com)

AN ENGAGING POST CIVIL WAR SAGA In 1866, Matt Draper is full of ambition but without money or family to help him succeed. On the Western frontier of an ever-expanding America, toiling as a riverboat gambler seems like the best option to raise enough capital to realize his dream of opening a small-town bank. Though gambling is lucrative for Matt, it is also an unsavory enterprise fraught with danger. Fortuitously, before any harm befalls him, Matt and his friend Charlie discover an abandoned Confederate gold cache in a fake grave, which gives him the stake he needs to leave the treacherous gambling world behind. From then onward, his life's purpose becomes evident as all roads lead to Neosho, Missouri, where he opens the bank and becomes a major influence on its growth and prosperity. Matt's exciting and uplifting saga captures the day-to-day reality of life in the tumultuous post-Civil War era, including the hardships, relative lawlessness, and indomitable spirit of settlers bent on creating a good life for themselves and their neighbors. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Court Martial was the twentieth episode of Star Trek's debut season to air, with Kirk under suspicion and his own ship providing the most damning evidence. In this episode Gerry and Iain discuss legal representation and the importance of court procedures. After losing a crew member in an ion storm, Kirk must report to the nearest starbase and give his report of the event to Commodore Stone (Percy Rodrigues). When computer records suggest his account is false, a full court martial is convened. Fortuitously, or not (depending on your perspective), the chief prosecuting officer for the case is an old flame of Kirk's, Lt. Areel Shaw (Joan Marshall). Kirk's legal counsel is Samuel Cogley (Elisha Cook Jr.), a veteran litigator with an affection for physical books. A dramatic late twist reveals the survival of Lt Finney (Richard Webb), the supposed victim and Kirk's former friend, who's daughter Jame (Alice Rawlings) is named for the captain. Court Martial was directed by Marc Daniels, one more of his fourteen Star Trek episodes. The initial writer was Don Mankiewicz with the final version credited to Steven W. Carabatsos. In this episode Gerry and Iain considered the rules of evidence and the right to a fair trial organised under known rules. The discussion continues in the comments below and please keep in touch with us on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram where we're @trekpodcast. You can listen to the show here on the website, on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, YouTube, Pocket Casts, TuneIn, Stitcher, Google or wherever you find your podcasts. Court Martial was released in 1967. It is 50 minutes long and originally aired on the NBC network. It can be viewed on CBS All Access in the United states, Netflix in the UK and is available on DVD and Blu Ray in other countries, including a comprehensive remastered set of all three seasons released by Paramount Home Entertainment.

Episode 3!!! Canada's three greatest entertainers together again for the first time on a podcast! Today we chat with our pal and fellow Canadian road dog BA Johnston. Dubbed a 'modern age Stompin' Tom Connors' by the Globe and Mail, BA is an iconic figure on the Canadian indie music scene. If you'n never had a chance to see him live then do it as soon as it's safe to do so because if you like our show, you'll LOVE his. We swap road stories, chat about the future of live gigs in Canada and just generally yack about what it's like to be the literal greatest entertainers in Canada while no one really knows who you are.  Fortuitously, BA's new book has just come out! You can buy it through Amazon or order it directly from BA himself. Check out BA on FB @Ba-Johnston or on IG @oldbajohnston  If you are looking for us, follow Pepper on IG @sweetpepperklopek and Orbax on IG @the_great_orbax or go ahead and follow our kids science show @orbaxandpepperdoscience Thanks to everyone for all of the positive feedback about the podcast! We love that you took the time to reach out and we're gonna keep going with this as long as we can! the best way to support is to con your friends into subscribing! Every download helps! And be safe out there kids, wear a mask and wash your hands!  BYYYYYYE!!

As the price of gold continues to rise not only will investment dollars begin to flow more readily into the junior gold stock sector but so also will dishonest scammers seeking to take advantage of unsuspecting investors. In this interview, seasoned resource fund manager Warren Irwin returns to the show to warn us not to fall for mining stock scams. Warren has first-hand experience with the Bre-X Minerals fraud of the 1990’s. Warren turned $250,000 of his own money into $5,600,000 as Bre-X’s share price rose. Fortuitously, after being warned and realizing that Bre-X was a scam, he sold his stock near Bre-X’s stock price peak. Warren then immediately began shorting the stock and holds the rare distinction of being one of the only people to profit from both Bre-X’s share price rise and fall. Warren Irwin’s G-10 Special Situations Fund (US) LP earned the top position in 2016 among the 4,099 hedge funds tracked by BarclayHedge with a 156.32% annual return. Other Rosseau funds also took the second and sixth spots with returns of 155.94% and 128.89% , respectively. 0:00 Introduction 2:09 Mining scams get worse when the sector heats up 3:45 Pre-IPO shenanigans 7:19 When issuing cheap paper is okay 8:42 Mandatory escrow requirements on pre-IPO shares 11:51 Reverse Takeovers can be either good or bad 14:00 Financial statements, lifestyle companies and more shenanigans 20:45 Some executives deceitfully syphon money from junior miners 22:51 Antiquated SEDI.ca website and insider buying and selling 26:47 “I’ve been burned by pretty much every one of these scams.” Warren’s fund: https://www.rosseau.com/ To learn about Warren’s first-hand experience with the Bre-X mining scam of the 90’s listen to our in-depth interview from PDAC 2018: http://www.miningstockeducation.com/2018/04/warren-irwin-discerning-mining-stock-scams-from-bre-x-until-today-top-hedge-fund-manager-shares-insights-pdac-2018/ Sign up for our free newsletter and receive interview transcripts, stock profiles and investment ideas: http://eepurl.com/cHxJ39 The content found on MiningStockEducation.com is for informational purposes only and is not to be considered personal legal or investment advice or a recommendation to buy or sell securities or any other product.

It’s hard to believe that in less than 1 year Osino Resources stock price has tripled. Like most stocks Osino took a hit in March, but rapidly rebounded, recently hitting a new 52 week intra-day high of $1.20(CAD). And it’s no accident. CEO and Founder Heye Daun started two successful companies before Osino that were eventually sold-off for major gains. It looks like the third time will truly be the charm. So far, Osino has had one successful drill hole after another. This year it has embarked upon an ambitious 20,000 meter drill program, of which 10 percent has been completed. There’s been a slight delay due to the Covid 19 pandemic, but Namibia has reopened for business and it should be smooth sailing ahead. Best of all, Heye has the cash to get it done. Fortuitously, the Company did a major capital raise in January, before the pandemic. It now has enough cash for two years of operations. Look forward to a maiden resource in sometime during the first half of 2021. (Disclosure: Shareholder and FSN Sponsor). With everything it has going for it, no doubt more big gains are ahead. TSXV:OSI www.OsinoResources.com

It’s hard to believe that in less than 1 year Osino Resources stock price has tripled. Like most stocks Osino took a hit in March, but rapidly rebounded, recently hitting a new 52 week intra-day high of $1.20(CAD). And it’s no accident. CEO and Founder Heye Daun started two successful companies before Osino that were eventually sold-off for major gains. It looks like the third time will truly be the charm. So far, Osino has had one successful drill hole after another. This year it has embarked upon an ambitious 20,000 meter drill program, of which 10 percent has been completed. There’s been a slight delay due to the Covid 19 pandemic, but Namibia has reopened for business and it should be smooth sailing ahead. Best of all, Heye has the cash to get it done. Fortuitously, the Company did a major capital raise in January, before the pandemic. It now has enough cash for two years of operations. Look forward to a maiden resource in sometime during the first half of 2021. (Disclosure: Shareholder and FSN Sponsor). With everything it has going for it, no doubt more big gains are ahead. TSXV:OSI www.OsinoResources.com

Welcome to episode nineteen of the Low Tide Boyz, a Swimrun Podcast!On this week’s show we have Lars Finanger of Ödyssey Swimrun. This might be one of our favorite shows so far. (Every other show is tied for second place!) We’re still under shelter in place and still training for life at this point. We’ve also committed for some reason to grow our hair out. Chris has already been on that train but Chipper just joined. Fans of the show can suggest what type of mullet Chipper should grow.For shout outs this week we are virtually waving our hands to Sarah Fergot. She’s a Novato resident and stout swimrunner in her own right. She’s had a bunch of the races she had on the calendar get cancelled including a 50K and a 100 mile ultra. She’s channeling that energy positively and is currently running the virtual race across Tennessee. That race is a 1000 kilometers and she has until August 1st to cover that distance. Best of luck Sarah!Now for this week’s interview. It’s safe to say that Lars has done a ton to help grow the sport of swimrun in the US. While in this interview we chat about his background as an athlete, writer and race director, we could dedicate an entire episode (and we shall) to talk about Ödyssey Swimrun (formerly Swimrun USA.)Lars was born in Norway and grew up in Saudi Arabia. He participated in his first triathlon event in an Eighth Grade Physical Education class (it was organized by his Dad) and grew up playing baseball and endurance events. He has two kids and his wife Emily is a stout athlete in her own right (she won Norseman twice!)Lars learned about swimrun when he was working for Slowtwich.com and Jonas Colting was commenting on the forum about that Mats and Michael were putting together. Fast forward to 2014, the timing was right to try to cover the event for the magazine that Lars was working for. When he reached out to Ötillö about getting an entry to the Otillo World Championship. They told him no but that he should come out and somebody might be injured and he might be able to sub in. Sure enough, there was a guy that got food poisoning before the race and he was in! His “teammate” was from Spain and didn’t speak much English and somehow managed to put together a decent race. Loving every minute, Lars was hooked but in 2014 there were only three swimrun races in the World.Fortuitously, Jeff Cole reached out to Lars while he was still in Sweden to tell him about swimrun and about a course in Maine that would be a perfect venue. Right then and there the idea was hatched for Casco Bay Swimrun.In addition to starting Ödyssey Swimrun, Lars still races a lot of swimrun events. He recently raced Ötillö Catalina with his partner John Stevens (a stout swimmer and athlete in his own right.) They had a great race experience in Catalina and add to that that they even chartered a giant sail boat to stay on. On Catalina, Lars unveiled the Kraken Collective, an online swimrun community for training and racing team. With COVID-19, the collective is on hold and we’re looking forward to seeing that re-launch once all the shelters in place orders have lifted.We ended the interview chatting about why swimrun is so different from triathlon and why it’s such a unique experience. Lars wants to see the sport grow organically and keep the vibe that’s similar to gravel riding or ultrarunning. Swimrunning can fun and hard and not have it be super serious. You can learn more about Lars and Ödyssey Swimrun here.That’s it for this week’s show. If you are enjoying the Löw Tide Böyz, please be sure to subscribe to the show on your favorite podcast player. You can find us on Apple Podcast, Spotify and Google Podcast. You can also follow our meme page on Instagram and on Twitter. Email us at lowtideboyz@gmail.com with any feedback, suggestions and/or meme suggestions. Finally, you can also support us on Patreon…if you feel so inclined.

Greetings once more in love, light, and wisdom as one.          Side two starts off with Alana taking her mother's place in the channeling field and with the webpage becoming more popular, she was asked for something to be added that would be of interest. She chose a gossip column and even gives a bit of the current happenings. Fortuitously, she is also a horticulturist and is able to give an educated discourse on the flowers of Sirius beginning with the pink variety. We learn a lot about the special growing conditions necessary for them to be at their peak. Unfortunately, this was not going to be that kind of year and she explains why. She also explains why the same issues the pink ones are experiencing aren't happening with the blue or the red varieties. We do learn that a frost coming during their growing season can heighten the effects as her parting gift before Wing Commander Taal changes places with her in the pyramid. A new pilot had been assigned to the base we would come to know as the Baron who would serve as ringmaster for a few sessions before dying months later. Already a legend, Taal explains before he became so the Baron's first engagement was in a dogfight of overwhelming odds fighting alongside the greatest pilot of Ashtar Command who would sacrifice himself in that battle in a heroic act of bravery. Coming back to the present, he reveals the craft that shot up his bond mate during a recent engagement was a new technology not seen previously firing plasmic weapons, something not used by the Zeta Retuculi so it was a mystery at the time. Before ending, he takes note of a guest in the room and her military bearing. Different races, different dimensions but those who serve in a military can recognize one another. Our final speaker is Kiri who considers a theory on if Omal uses a theme word in the times he channels for us to figure out and find the hidden messages. One example had been found so whether it was a one-time thing was the question under discussion. We get to all that is left of the tape but not before Kiri gives us an excellent dissertation on maintaining a positive state of mind when coercing and to adhere to the strict moral guidelines associated with using coercion. Her conclusion is that psychic morals are best developed at a young age which takes us back to where we started with Tia and growing up with the healthy morals of a parent at home raising the child so they can be taught properly.     For full transcripts of this session and more information about Hades Base and the 6th dimension, please visit our website: http://hadesbasenews.com    The sessions lasted from 1992 to 2001 with this one being taped on 04/29/97. Side two includes:    1.)(0:14)- Alana provides a bit of gossip and then surprises us with an unexpected dissertation on the flowers of Sirius based on her leanings as a horticulturalist. From her we learn why this was a bad year.   2.)(12:44)- Taal fills us in on both Katrina's condition and that the enemy craft that caused the damage had new weapons and technology. The base also has the honor of having a new member in the form of the Baron.   3.)(25:30)- Kiri first considers Omal's use of keywords hidden in his channelings and then theorizes that put together, they may mean something. She expands on an earlier dissertation on morals and coercion.

Blingzy™ is the clever way to store or bring your bling wherever you go. It's a unique jewelry carrier solution that is made of a patented combination of materials - a gorgeous fabric on the outside and a special grippy liner on the inside. It all started just 5 years ago when Pamela lost her job. She decided to make a huge career shift toward giving back in a more personal way. So she founded Simply Sown, a for-purpose, socially conscious business. Its purpose is to provide flexible sewing income opportunities for women in need. The tagline, "sewing seeds of kindness," reinforces the ripple effect of women helping women. She wanted to launch her jewelry carrier invention, Blingzy™, but needed the right someone to sew it. Fortuitously, she met Sr. Jean and Sr. Sheila from Hope House at a garage sale where they were selling a sewn tote bag. It was a magical meeting and they became Pamela's first partner. The run a safe house for trafficked women and four of the women sew Blingzy™. Business Building InsightsIf you don't start your engine with why, you won't get anywhere. When you start with understanding your reason behind your mission, everything else will follow. When a business idea comes to mind, think about whether the product can be made affordably and sell at a price that gives you a solid profit margin. Always be open to changes and improvements throughout your business. Think of how this can apply to your product design, production and packaging. Focus groups are important as you consider the pricing of your product. You may feel you have a great product, but make sure there's a market for it through testing and feedback before moving forward with your plan. Demonstrating your product at a craft or trade show helps people understand its value and use. Be tangle-free. Get rid of the fears, doubts, self-limiting beliefs and all the stuff that keeps you from being your authentic self. Resources Mentioned Survey Monkey (https://www.surveymonkey.com/) Simple Habit (https://try.simplehabit.com/) Mantra (https://apps.apple.com/us/app/mantra-daily-affirmations/id1202851636) Contact Links Website (http://www.blingzy.com) Facebook (https://facebook.com/bringmybling) Instagram (https://www.instagram.com/blingzyusa/) Twitter (https://twitter.com/blingzyusa) Pinterest (https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pamelagort/) Join our FREE Gift Biz Breeze Facebook Community  If you found value in this podcast, make sure to subscribe so you automatically get the next episode downloaded for your convenience. Also, if you'd like to do me a huge favor, please leave a review. That helps other creators like you find the show and build their businesses too. Apple Podcasts (https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/gift-biz-unwrapped/id986323267) Google Podcasts (https://podcasts.google.com/?feed=aHR0cDovL2dpZnRiaXp1bndyYXBwZWQuY29tL2ZlZWQvcG9kY2FzdA%3D%3D) Spotify (https://open.spotify.com/show/380HmeoVquMHRzOepaoF0s) Thanks so much! Sue    

When we heard that a documentary about the art of film sound was being released we simply had to check it out. Fortuitously, the film was playing at this year's London Film Festival and we were lucky enough to be able to interview the film's director Midge Costin. Midge has an unbelievable C.V. herself as a sound editor working on many of the big action movies of the 80s and 90s including The Rock, Armageddon, Days of Thunder and Crimson Tide. As a graduate of the University of Southern California, she shares the history of American film sound development with the likes of Walter Murch, Ben Burtt & Gary Rydstrom. Her film tracks the experimental developments of sound design and explores the importance of sound to the very DNA of cinema. Neil and Dario discuss some of the questions and examples that the film raises in terms of the symbiosis of sound and image and, in keeping with this subject matter, Dario has created an edit utilising the aural examples that are cited throughout.  (Thanks to Debbie Murray of Aim Publicity) Shownotes Making Waves: The Art of Cinematic Sound Fuller at Fox Boxset (reviewed by Neil at the beginning) Crimson Tide - I Do Not Concur Terminator 2: Parents Tomita - Snowflakes are Dancing A Star is Born - Barbara Streisand Punch Drunk Love - Crash Punch Drunk Love - Harmonium The Sounds of Clarie Denis The Apartment - Champagne  Throne of Blood - Arrows Gravity - Explorer's been hit The Conversation - First recordings All the President's Men - Phonecalls Under the Skin - First victim The Outlaw Josey Wales - Pistols Jaws - You're Gonna Need a Bigger Boat You Were Never Really Here - Fight You can also listen to The Cinematologists here: iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/gb/podcast/the-cinematologists-podcast/id981479854?mt=2 Our Website: www.cinematologists.com PlayerFM: https://player.fm/series/series-2416725 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/0RjNz8XDkLdbKZuj9Pktyh Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/cinematologists  

Fortuitously, I met Billy at a Volleyball Tournament. Little did I know he was a walking inspiration. In this pod, he discusses how he played Division 1 Basketball, but never played high school ball at Archbishop Molloy, how he became an elite high school coach at Half Hollow Hills West, and discussing his coming of age story and inspirational book, Last of the Redmen. All that and more, my conversation with Billy, now.

Fortuitously, I met Billy at a Volleyball Tournament. Little did I know he was a walking inspiration. In this pod, he discusses how he played Division 1 Basketball, but never played high school ball at Archbishop Molloy, how he became an elite high school coach at Half Hollow Hills West, and discussing his coming of age story and inspirational book, Last of the Redmen. All that and more, my conversation with Billy, now.

Fortuitously, I met Billy at a Volleyball Tournament. Little did I know he was a walking inspiration. In this pod, he discusses how he played Division 1 Basketball, but never played high school ball at Archbishop Molloy, how he became an elite high school coach at Half Hollow Hills West, and discussing his coming of age story and inspirational book, Last of the Redmen. All that and more, my conversation with Billy, now.

Welcome to Episode 42 of Good Will Hunters, with Sandra Uwantege Hart. This episode is sponsored by SolarBuddy, the organisation bring solar lights to children living in energy poverty all over the world. The future is brighter with SolarBuddy! Sandra is the Pacific Cash and Livelihoods Lead for Oxfam, based in Vanuatu. One of my absolute favourite topics is humanitarian assistance, and particularly how we can deliver better humanitarian assistance in natural disasters. Sandra has been involved in multiple humanitarian responses in the Pacific Islands, including the response to the volcanic eruption on Ambae, Vanuatu, In this episode, we chat about how Oxfam turned humanitarian response upside down, by conducting a cash feasibility study. Basically, they asked the question “Why not give cash in a humanitarian emergency?” and found that many parts of Vanuatu, including Ambae, were suitable for cash-handouts during a disaster. Fortuitously, the volcanic eruption on Ambae occurred just weeks after the cash feasibility study was complete. It became the first natural disaster in the country whereby those affected were given direct cash handouts - and the results were seriously impressive. In this episode, we discuss the rationale and logistics of giving cash instead of in-kind support, the realities of working in humanitarian emergencies, how to align cash support with local economies, the role of banks during a natural disaster, and… blockchain! Hint: blockchain has enormous potential in natural disaster responses! The Unblocked Cash pilot could not be delivered without the generous financial and non-financial support of key partners, including Sempo, an Australian startup (who built the blockchain platform), Consensys, a global blockchain firm who provided technical support, AND of course the Australian government - who funded this program and most of Oxfam's other cash preparedness work. In addition, the New Zealand government supported the Ambae Response work. Enjoy, Rachel

During this interview with with Shawnee Love from LoveHR, we discuss the challenges of starting a brand new consulting business from scratch during a recession; what to expect and how to be successful.You can listen to Episode 28 (and see the Show Notes) of the I Love Kelowna Podcast right here:Apple PodcastIf You Don’t Have Apple PodcastIf you enjoyed this episode, an iTunes review would be SO appreciated!SHOW NOTESShawnee had spent most of her adult life in Vancouver before moving to Kelowna in 2005.She got tired of the long commute, the extreme cost of decent housing in Vancouver that would allow her kids a grass yard to play in and enjoy the great outdoors. Because she loves to hike and bike, go to the beach and ski, Kelowna was the winner.Fortuitously, she was working for a wine company and had to travel to Kelowna for work. Combined with several vacations here, the choice to move was easy.Realized her passions are Communications, People and Business, and those informed her career choice to become a consultant.Balancing work and family life in the most effective way: working long hours + volunteering at her boys' school.Human Resources, Compensation, Employee Recruiting and Retention, Onboarding/Orientation, Compensation & Benefits, Training & Development, Performance Management, and Culture are the key components of her business.Starting a brand new business in the midst of a recession in 2008: Mindset, persistence, and finding clients.Community Futures offers some fantastic programs that can help with crafting a business plan, obtaining funding, and mentorship, all of which can be extremely difficult or impossible to obtain when dealing directly with a bank as a brand new business.Expect only 20-30% of your hours to be billable in your first year as a consultant! If you do really well you *might* hit 50% in your second year.When it comes to marketing, you should do what you excel at and not worry too much about marketing avenues that you either don't enjoy or are not cost effective for you.Kelowna is a great and welcoming city for entrepreneurs and small business startups.Shawnee and I assess the current state of the local economy: Indicators are very mixed, with some businesses really struggling to fill open positions with quality workers.A new designation: Certified Management Consultant.2 book recommendations: The Captain Class: The Hidden Force that Creates the World's Greatest Teams by Sam Walker and Your Oxygen Mask First: 17 Habits to Help High Achievers Survive & Thrive in Leadership & Life by Kevin N. Lawrence.Learn more about Shawnee Love and read her blog on a variety of HR topics at LoveHRLoveHR Facebook PageShawnee nominates Shane Austen from Okanagan coLab to come on the I Love Kelowna Podcast. Thank you so much to Kara Rogers for nominating Shawnee.Follow me on Social Media:I Love Kelowna Podcast on FacebookLuke Menkes RE/MAX KelownaMy Personal Facebook PageLinkedinInstagramSupport the show (https://paypal.me/lukemenkes)

Amy Holland was honored with a GRAMMY nomination for Best New Artist after her debut self-titled album. The single, “How Do I Survive”, soared into the Top 20 on the Billboard charts and put Amy on the map. It was ten years prior that she came to Los Angeles as a teenager to exploit her singer-songwriter skills.  Fortuitously, she met then piano accompanist Michael McDonald, who was later to become producer of the hit LP alongside Patrick Henderson, making her a household name  – and a few years after that, his wife. And now she's back with a new studio album aptly entitled, Light on My Path, produced by award winning Fred Mollin ( Jimmy Webb, Kris Kristofferson, Billy Ray Cyrus and Miley Cyrus).  It highlights her fluid and melodic style which will please country, jazz, blues and pop fans alike. In addition to the up-tempo first single “Walkin’ on a Wire”, which grabs you on the first chorus, the album features several sure-to-be classic ballads including “Prove That by Me,” a duet with Michael McDonald. Friends who contributed background vocals on the CD are David Pack (Ambrosia), David Crosby, Joseph Williams (Toto) and son Dylan McDonald. Amy co-wrote “Impossible Love” and “Light on My Path” on this record. 

What determines when depression ends in suicide? The proper mental health treatment is always crucial. But, sometimes seemingly random events can push someone towards life or death. Today's guests present two stories of suicide -with many similarities- yet with different endings. Tired of struggling with family, work and depression, Kevin Berthia climbed on top of the Golden Gate Bridge to end his life. Fortuitously, he was talked down by someone who reminded him of his one reason to live. Om Devi, author of A Dialogue with Depression, tells of her husband's depression, which she felt helpless to stop from ending in suicide. Both stories illuminate key factors that can mean the difference between life or death: the need for human contact, a smiling mask hiding one's pain, mental fatigue from what seems like hopeless struggles, failures of the mental health system, and whether someone is there for you in those final moments....

At PDAC 2018, top-performing natural resource hedge fund manager Warren Irwin (Rosseau Asset Management Ltd.) shared his insights with Mining Stock Education regarding mining stock scams from Bre-X until today. In this interview, Warren shares his first-hand experience of the Bre-X Minerals fraud of the 1990’s. Warren turned $250,000 of his own money into over $5,000,000 as Bre-X’s share price rose. Fortuitously, as he explains in the interview, he sold his stock near Bre-X’s stock price peak. Warren then immediately began shorting the stock and holds the rare distinction of being one of the only people to profit from both Bre-X’s share price rise and fall. Over his more than three decades of natural resource investing, Warren has seen all types of mining stock scams. In this 40-minute interview, he shares regarding some of the most-frequent types of mining scams that occur today and what the mining stock investor should be aware of. For the serious resource investor, this is a “must-listen” interview. Warren Irwin’s G-10 Special Situations Fund (US) LP earned the top position in 2016 among the 4,099 hedge funds tracked by BarclayHedge with a 156.32% annual return. Other Rosseau funds also took the second and sixth spots with returns of 155.94% and 128.89% , respectively. 0:05 Introduction of topic and guest 1:29 Warren Irwin’s background and fund information 2:50 Warren describes his first-hand experience with and investment in Bre-X Minerals 13:59 In which category of mining company (exploration, development or producer) do we most-often see scams and why? 15:05 What does a mining producer scam look like? 16:30 Where do you most frequently see dishonesty in official regulatory filings? 20:16 Are there certain commodities that are easier to perpetuate a mining scam with and why? 22:23 What is your experience with niche metal scams? 24:25 What type of mining scam works most effectively today compared to what scams worked well twenty years ago? 25:51 Can you speak regarding any current-day mining scams? 27:05 If you knew a company was a scam, would you still buy its stock if you knew you could profit from trading it? 29:50 What are your thoughts regarding Pretium Resources and Novo Resources? 34:19 Are there any mining jurisdictions where you see high potential reward, yet also substantial risk but you are still willing to take a bet on that jurisdiction?

The strange case of Sergei Skripal began two weeks ago when this former Russian intelligence officer, along with his 33-year-old daughter Yulia, were found unconscious on a public bench in Salisbury, southern England. Fortuitously for them, the people who first found them were a passing doctor and nurse. Their current location is unknown, although British authorities report that they are alive and in a 'stable condition'. An international scandal has erupted in the meantime, with the British...

The strange case of Sergei Skripal began two weeks ago when this former Russian intelligence officer, along with his 33-year-old daughter Yulia, were found unconscious on a public bench in Salisbury, southern England. Fortuitously for them, the people who first found them were a passing doctor and nurse. Their current location is unknown, although British authorities report that they are alive and in a 'stable condition'. An international scandal has erupted in the meantime, with the British...

The strange case of Sergei Skripal began two weeks ago when this former Russian intelligence officer, along with his 33-year-old daughter Yulia, were found unconscious on a public bench in Salisbury, southern England. Fortuitously for them, the people who first found them were a passing doctor and nurse. Their current location is unknown, although British authorities report that they are alive and in a 'stable condition'. An international scandal has erupted in the meantime, with the British...

This week on Escrow Out Loud, our San Francisco Real Estate podcast, we pick up where we left off last week for part 2 of Matt’s interview with his dad.[00:20] For sale by owner in Gallup, New Mexico! It took some time upon moving to Gallup to find the right property, but one day while out exploring, Mr. Fuller spotted a for sale sign. Like most of their properties, the house in Gallup underwent some renovations before it truly became a home. Fortuitously, due to a new high school being built, the area they purchased their property in became more desirable over the years. Coupled with the renovations they completed, it meant the Fullers were able to sell for a profit when they decided to move again, this time to Albuquerque.[03:13] In Albuquerque, after an unpleasant experience with their first realtor, the Fullers reached out to Matt for some recommendations on finding a good one.Polybutylene piping, home improvements, and refinancing options. What adventures did Albuquerque have in store for the Fullers? It is interesting to consider how much quicker a property appreciates in San Francisco (SF) nowadays, compared to some of the other areas of the US – it takes a month in SF rather than years or decades that it might take in areas where supply and demand is more balanced.[07:57] We look back at how much things have changed in real estate over the years. As we have previously discussed (listen to the interview with Matt's Mum here), technology and the internet, in particular, changed certain aspects of the process. Everything happens a lot faster and in some cases with just a click of a button! Also, there was a positive change in the representation of the buyer’s interests. Realtors now have a duty to the buyer — ie., buyer agency vs. being a sub-agent of the seller.[10:30] To wrap up, Mr. Fuller's points out how not all realtors seem to stay on top of all aspects of the process. It is rare to find a team, or person, who does it all and does it well. What was it like for Matt to make that leap from the corporate world to real estate 16 years ago?Thank you for joining us for this week’s episode. We hope you enjoyed this interview and join us again next week when we chat with Britton’s mum! See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Peter Rabbit Welcome to 2018! This is the start of the second year for the podcast! As a recap from last year we put out 44 episodes. Almost an episode a week. We had two interviews. One with a Japanese exchange student (Yudai Tanabe), and one with Susie at Laughing Orange Studios. We covered about 23 different rabbit breeds, and three hares, so it looks like every other episode is about a breed. My favorite three episodes from last year were the Space rabbit episode, the Jack-a-lope, and Halloween Rabbits. What was your favorite episode? Post in the comments for the show! I would like to thank those that purchased through Amazon to support the show. It looks like Amazon is not seeing enough activity, and is threatening to shut down the account.  "We are reaching out to you because we have not seen qualified sales activity on your account." Remember it does not cost anything extra to use the link on the hareoftherabbit.com website.  I appreciate the support! Today we are going to check out Peter Rabbit! Peter Rabbit is a fictional animal character in various children's stories by Beatrix Potter. He first appeared in The Tale of Peter Rabbit in 1902 and subsequently in five more books between 1904 and 1912. Spinoff merchandise includes dishes, wallpaper, and dolls. He appears as a character in a number of adaptations. This weeks item is A Peter Rabbit Book! The rabbits in Potter's stories are anthropomorphic and wear human clothes: Peter wears a jacket and shoes. Peter, his widowed mother, Mrs. Josephine Rabbit, as well as his sisters, Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail live in a rabbit hole that has a human kitchen, human furniture, as well as a shop where Josephine sells various items. Peter's relatives are Cousin Benjamin Bunny and Benjamin's father Mr. Bouncer Bunny. Helen Beatrix Potter, known as Beatrix, was born on 28 July 1866 to Rupert and Helen Potter in Kensington, London, and she is one of the most beloved children's authors of all time. She was the daughter of Rupert and Helen Potter, both of whom had artistic interests. Her father trained as a lawyer, but he never actually practiced. Instead he devoted himself to photography and art. Her mother Helen was skilled at embroidery and watercolors. Beatrix got to know several influential artists and writers through her parents, including painter John Everett Millais. Her younger brother Walter Bertram was born six years after her birth. Both Beatrix and Bertram loved to draw and paint, and often made sketches of their many pets, including rabbits, mice, frogs, lizards, snakes and a bat. Beatrix was always encouraged to draw, and she spent many hours making intricate sketches of animals and plants, revealing an early fascination for the natural world that would continue throughout her life. Although she never went to school, Beatrix was an intelligent and industrious student, and her parents employed an art teacher, Miss Cameron, and a number of governesses, including Annie Moore, to whom she remained close throughout her life. Two of Beatrix’s earliest artist models were her pet rabbits. Her first rabbit was Benjamin Bouncer, who enjoyed buttered toast and joined the Potter family on holiday in Scotland where he went for walks on a lead. Benjamin was followed by Peter Piper, who had a talent for performing tricks, and he accompanied Beatrix everywhere. The most exciting time of the year for Beatrix was the summer, when the family traveled north to spend three months in Scotland. The children had the freedom to explore the countryside, and Beatrix learned to observe plants and insects with an artist’s eye for detail. When Beatrix was sixteen, the family stayed instead at Wray Castle, overlooking Lake Windermere, where Beatrix began a lifelong love of the countryside and of the Lake District. Botanist, Artist and Storyteller Beatrix was invited to study fungi at the Royal Botanical Gardens in Kew, and she produced hundreds of detailed botanical drawings and investigated their cultivation and growth. Encouraged by Charles McIntosh, a revered Scottish naturalist, to make her fungi drawings more technically accurate, Beatrix not only produced beautiful watercolors but also became an adept scientific illustrator. By 1896, she had developed her own theory of how fungi spores reproduced and wrote a paper, ‘On the Germination of the Spores of Agaricineae’, which was initially rejected by William Thiselton-Dyer, director of the Royal Botanical Gardens. Undeterred, Beatrix continued her research, and after a year George Massee, a fungi expert who worked at the Kew gardens, agreed to present her paper to the Linnean Society of London, as women at that time were not permitted to do so. Although the paper was never published, scientists still recognize her contribution to mycological research today. Long before she was a published author, Beatrix Potter drew illustrations for some of her favorite stories, including Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Cinderella, as well as her sketches from nature. Her imaginative art led to the publication of her earliest works – greeting-card designs and illustrations for the publisher Hildesheimer & Faulkner. There followed more publications, including a series of frog illustrations and verses for Changing Pictures, a popular annual offered by the art publisher Ernest Nister, which cemented Beatrix’s desire to publish her own illustrated stories. Potter first tasted success as an illustrator, selling some of her work to be used for greeting cards. The story was inspired by a pet rabbit Potter had as a child, which she named Peter Piper. Yes, there was a real Peter Rabbit. He was a Belgian buck rabbit named Peter Piper. He was actually the second rabbit that Potter kept as a pet—the first was Benjamin Bouncer, who was the inspiration for Benjamin Bunny. They were part of a menagerie of animals that Potter and her brother adopted as children, which also included birds, lizards, mice, snakes, snails, guinea pigs, bats, dogs, cats, and even hedgehogs. Potter was especially fond of Peter Piper, and would take him on walks on a leash. She later described in a letter how he liked to lie in front of the fire “like a cat. He was clever at learning tricks, he used to jump through a hoop, and ring a bell, and play the tambourine.” In one of her personal editions of Peter Rabbit, Potter wrote an inscription dedicated to “poor old Peter Rabbit, who died on the 26th of January 1901. … An affectionate companion and a quiet friend.” Through the 1890s, Potter sent illustrated story letters to the children of her former governess, Annie Moore. The first Peter Rabbit story, The Tale of Peter Rabbit, was originally created in 1893, when Potter was 26 years of age, sent a letter to Noel Moore, the five-year-old son of Potter's former governess, Annie Moore. The boy was ill and Potter wrote him a picture and story letter to help him pass the time and to cheer him up. The letter included sketches illustrating the narrative. Transcript Eastwood Dunkeld Sep 4th 93 My dear Noel, I don't know what to write to you, so I shall tell you a story about four little rabbits whose names were – Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail and Peter. They lived with their mother in a sand bank under the root of a big fir tree. "Now my dears," said old Mrs Bunny "you may go into the field or down the lane, but don't go into Mr McGregor's garden." Flopsy, Mopsy & Cottontail, who were good little rabbits went down the lane to gather blackberries, but Peter, who was very naughty ran straight away to Mr McGregor's garden and squeezed underneath the gate. First he ate some lettuce, and some broad beans, then some radishes, and then, feeling rather sick, he went to look for some parsley; but round the end of a cucumber frame whom should he meet but Mr McGregor! Mr McGregor was planting out young cabbages but he jumped up & ran after Peter waving a rake & calling out "Stop thief"! Peter was most dreadfully frightened & rushed all over the garden, for he had forgotten the way back to the gate. He lost one of his shoes among the cabbages and the other shoe amongst the potatoes. After losing them he ran on four legs & went faster, so that I think he would have got away altogether, if he had not unfortunately run into a gooseberry net and got caught fast by the large buttons on his jacket. It was a blue jacket with brass buttons, quite new. Mr McGregor came up with a basket which he intended to pop on the top of Peter, but Peter wriggled out just in time, leaving his jacket behind, and this time he found the gate, slipped underneath and ran home safely. Mr McGregor hung up the little jacket & shoes for a scarecrow, to frighten the blackbirds. Peter was ill during the evening, in consequence of overeating himself. His mother put him to bed and gave him a dose of camomile tea, but Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail had bread and milk and blackberries for supper. I am coming back to London next Thursday, so I hope I shall see you soon, and the new baby. I remain, dear Noel, yours affectionately Beatrix Potter After Potter sent the Moore children (including Noel's siblings Norah and Eric) two more illustrated letters, one about a squirrel named Nutkin and another about a frog named Jeremy Fisher, the children's mother, Annie, suggested she turn them into children’s books. In 1900, Moore, realizing the commercial potential of Potter's stories, suggested they be made into books. Potter embraced the suggestion, and, borrowing her complete correspondence (which had been carefully preserved by the Moore children), selected a letter written on 4 September 1893 to five-year-old Noel that featured a tale about a rabbit named Peter. Potter biographer Linda Lear explains: "The original letter was too short to make a proper book so [Potter] added some text and made new black-and-white illustrations...and made it more suspenseful. These changes slowed the narrative down, added intrigue, and gave a greater sense of the passage of time. Then she copied it out into a stiff-covered exercise book, and painted a colored frontispiece showing Mrs Rabbit dosing Peter with camomile tea". Potter’s beautiful illustrations came from her interest in the natural world. As a child, she would draw and sketch animals around her with a sharp, observing eye. She could be quite ruthless about it, in fact. When a pet died, she would skin and boil its body so she could use the skeleton for anatomical sketches. She studied the plant world as well, producing over 300 paintings of mushrooms by 1901. (Her study of mushrooms led Potter to submit a paper on spore reproduction to the Linnean Society of London. But it had to be read by botanist George Massee because women weren't allowed at the meetings.) All this practice and close observation led to her elegant style, where animals look real even though they’re wearing top hats and petticoats. As Lear explains, Potter titled The Tale of Peter Rabbit and Mr. McGregor's Garden and sent it to publishers, but "her manuscript was returned ... including Frederick Warne & Co. ... who nearly a decade earlier had shown some interest in her artwork. Some publishers wanted a shorter book, others a longer one. But most wanted colored illustrations which by 1900 were both popular and affordable". The several rejections were frustrating to Potter, who knew exactly how her book should look (she had adopted the format and style of Helen Bannerman's Little Black Sambo) "and how much it should cost". She decided to publish the book herself, and on 16 December 1901 the first 250 copies of her privately printed The Tale of Peter Rabbit were "ready for distribution to family and friends". So Potter reworked Peter Rabbit, doubling its length and adding 25 new illustrations. Six publishers rejected the story, in part because they didn’t agree with Potter’s vision for the work. She wanted the book to be small for children’s hands, and the publishers wanted it to be bigger, and therefore more expensive. Potter refused, explaining that she would rather make two or three books costing 1 shilling each than one big book because “little rabbits cannot afford to spend 6 shillings on one book, and would never buy it.” In December 1901, she self-published Peter Rabbit. The 200 copies sold out in a few months and she ordered a reprint. Meanwhile, Potter continued to distribute her privately printed edition to family and friends, with the celebrated creator of Sherlock Holmes, Arthur Conan Doyle, acquiring a copy for his children. When the first private printing of 250 copies was sold out, another 200 were prepared. She noted in an inscription in one copy that her beloved pet rabbit Peter had died. To help Peter Rabbit get published, a friend rewrote it as a poem. While Potter was self-publishing, Canon Rawnsley, a family friend, rewrote the story in rhyming couplets in an attempt to get publishers interested again. His version began: “There were four little bunnies/ no bunnies were sweeter/ Mopsy and Cotton-tail,/ Flopsy and Peter.'' Rawnsley submitted his text with Potter’s illustrations to the publishers Frederick Warne & Co. They agreed to publish the book, but with one stipulation—they wanted to use Potter’s simpler language. In 1901, as Lear explains, a Potter family friend and sometime poet, Canon Hardwicke Rawnsley, set Potter's tale into "rather dreadful didactic verse and submitted it, along with Potter's illustrations and half her revised manuscript, to Frederick Warne & Co.," who had been among the original rejecters. Warne editors declined Rawnsley's version "but asked to see the complete Potter manuscript" – Warne wanted color illustrations throughout the "bunny book" (as the firm referred to the tale) and suggested cutting the illustrations "from forty-two to thirty-two ... and marked which ones might best be eliminated". Potter initially resisted the idea of color illustrations, but then realized her stubborn stance was a mistake. She sent Warne "several color illustrations, along with a copy of her privately printed edition" which Warne then handed to their eminent children's book illustrator L. Leslie Brooke for his professional opinion. Brooke was impressed with Potter's work. Fortuitously, his recommendation coincided with a sudden surge in the small picture-book market. Their interest stimulated by the opportunity The Tale of Peter Rabbit offered the publisher to compete with the success of Helen Bannerman's wildly popular Little Black Sambo and other small-format children's books then on the market. When Warne inquired about the lack of colour illustrations in the book, Potter replied that rabbit-brown and green were not good subjects for coloration. Potter arrived at an agreement with Warne for an initial commercial publication of 5,000 copies. Negotiations dragged on into the following year, but a contract was finally signed in June 1902. Potter was closely involved in the publication of the commercial edition – redrawing where necessary, making minor adjustments to the prose and correcting punctuation. The blocks for the illustrations and text were sent to printer Edmund Evans for engraving, and she made adjustments to the proofs when she received them. Lear writes that "Even before the publication of the tale in early October 1902, the first 8,000 copies were sold out. By the year's end there were 28,000 copies of The Tale of Peter Rabbit in print. By the middle of 1903 there was a fifth edition sporting colored end-papers ... a sixth printing was produced within the month"; and a year after the first commercial publication there were 56,470 copies in print. Over the years, The Tale of Peter Rabbit has sold more than 40 million copies worldwide and as of 2008, the Peter Rabbit series has sold more than 151 million copies in 35 languages. Peter Rabbit made his first appearance in 1902 in The Tale of Peter Rabbit. The story focuses on a family of anthropomorphic rabbits. The widowed mother rabbit cautions her young against entering the vegetable garden of a man named Mr. McGregor, telling them: "your Father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor". Her three daughters obediently refrain from entering the garden, going down the lane to pick blackberries, but her rebellious son Peter enters the garden to snack on some vegetables. Peter ends up eating more than is good for him and goes looking for parsley to cure his stomach ache. Peter is spotted by Mr. McGregor and loses his jacket and shoes while trying to escape. He hides in a watering can in a shed, but then has to run away again when Mr. McGregor finds him, and ends up completely lost. After sneaking past a cat, Peter sees the gate where he entered the garden from a distance and heads for it, despite being spotted and chased by Mr. McGregor again. With difficulty he wriggles under the gate, and escapes from the garden, but he spots his abandoned clothing being used to dress Mr. McGregor's scarecrow. After returning home, a sick Peter is sent to bed by his mother, while his well-behaved sisters receive a sumptuous dinner of milk and berries as opposed to Peter's supper of chamomile tea. In The Tale of Benjamin Bunny, first published in 1904, Peter's cousin Benjamin Bunny brings him back to Mr. McGregor's garden and they retrieve the clothes Peter lost in The Tale of Peter Rabbit. But after they gather onions to give to Josephine, they are captured by Mr. McGregor's cat. Bouncer arrives and rescues them, but also reprimands Peter and Benjamin for going into the garden by whipping them with a switch. In this tale, Peter displays some trepidation about returning to the garden. In The Tale of The Flopsy Bunnies, first published in 1909, Peter has a small role and appears only briefly. He is grown up and his sister Flopsy is now married to their cousin Benjamin. The two are the parents of six little Flopsy Bunnies. Peter and Josephine keep a nursery garden[a] and the bunnies come by asking him for spare cabbage. In The Tale of Mr. Tod, first published in 1912, Benjamin and Flopsy's children are kidnapped by notorious badger Tommy Brock. Peter helps Benjamin chase after Brock, who hides out in the house of the fox, Mr. Tod. Mr. Tod finds Brock sleeping in his bed and as the two get into a scuffle, Peter and Benjamin rescue the children. Peter makes cameo appearances in two other tales. In The Tale of Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle, first published in 1905, Peter and Benjamin are customers of Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle, a hedgehog washerwoman. The two rabbits are depicted in one illustration peeping from the forest foliage. In The Tale of Ginger and Pickles, first published in 1909, Peter and other characters from Potter's previous stories make cameo appearances in the artwork, patronising the shop of Ginger and Pickles. To mark the 110th anniversary of the publication of The Tale of Peter Rabbit, Frederick Warne & Co. commissioned British actress Emma Thompson to write The Further Tale of Peter Rabbit, in which Peter ends up in Scotland after accidentally hitching a ride on Mr. and Mrs. McGregor's wagon. The book was released on 18 September 2012. In autumn 2012, it was reported that Thompson would write more Peter Rabbit books. Her next tale, The Christmas Tale Of Peter Rabbit, was released in 2013, followed by The Spectacular Tale Of Peter Rabbit in 2014. “Once upon a time there was a serious, well-behaved young black cat, it belonged to a kind old lady who assured me that no other cat could compare with Kitty.” Thus begins the newly discovered children’s story by renowned British author Beatrix Potter. In 2016, Beatrix Potter fans received welcome news. A previously unpublished story, The Tale of Kitty-in-Boots, would be making its way to bookstore shelves that fall. An unedited manuscript for the work had been discovered by children's book editor Jo Hanks. Potter had only done one illustration for the book so Quentin Blake created the images to accompany this tale. Peter is said to be in the newly rediscovered book, The Tale of Kitty-in-Boots. According to the publisher, Peter is now older, “full-of-himself” and has “transformed into a rather portly buck rabbit." Now, Penguin Random House has announced the story, which was written over a century ago, will be published in September, 2016, in conjunction with celebrations being planned to celebrate the 150-year anniversary of Potter’s birth. ‘The Tale of Kitty-In-Boots’ tells the story of a cat who’s leading a double life. Jo Hanks, a publisher with Penguin Random House, discovered the 1914 manuscript two years ago after he came across a mention of it in an obscure literary history of Potter which sent him to London’s Victoria and Albert Museum and knee-deep into the Potter archives. It appears the author was intending to publish the story; she had written and revised it twice, and after rewriting it for a third time she had it typeset. The author had even begun the process of laying out a proof dummy. The only thing left were the illustrations. Then life interrupted her; World War I started, a new marriage and a new farming business among her distractions. Whatever the reason, she never completed the manuscript, which has been described as possibly her best work – filled with humor, rebellious characters and even a couple of intriguing villains. Some old favorites also make an appearance; Peter Rabbit of course, although older, and everyone’s favorite hedgehog: Mrs Tiggywinkle. The author had completed just one drawing to accompany the story, so Quentin Blake, who provided the illustrations for Roald Dahl’s books, has been selected to complete the illustrations for The Tale of Kitty-In-Boots. Merchandising Peter Rabbit was the first character to be fully merchandised, and it was Beatrix Potter’s idea. In 1903, seeing the popularity of Peter Rabbit, she began to sew a doll version for Warne’s niece, writing, “'I am cutting out calico patterns of Peter, I have not got it right yet, but the expression is going to be lovely; especially the whiskers—(pulled out of a brush!)” She patented the doll, making Peter Rabbit the oldest licensed character. Potter was one of the first to be responsible for such merchandise when she patented a Peter Rabbit doll in 1903 and followed it almost immediately with a Peter Rabbit board game. She also invented a Peter Rabbit board game for two players in 1904, a complex version of which was redesigned by Mary Warne and came to market thirteen years later. In addition to toys and games, Beatrix published books, including Peter Rabbit’s Almanac and painting books for Peter Rabbit and Jemima Puddle-duck. She felt passionately that all merchandise should remain faithful to her original book illustrations and be of the highest quality. The merchandising helped make Peter Rabbit into a popular icon and turned The World of Beatrix Potter into one of the biggest literature-based licensing organizations of its day. The character has been depicted in a multitude of spinoff merchandise such as porcelain figurines and dishes. Peter Rabbit had also appeared on the packaging of the infant formula Enfamil. Frederick Warne & Co owns the trademark rights of the Beatrix Potter characters. However, most of the stories are in the US public domain, as they were published before 1923. American copyright Warne's New York office "failed to register the copyright for The Tale of Peter Rabbit in the United States", and unlicensed copies of the book "(from which Potter would receive no royalties) began to appear in the spring of 1903. There was nothing anyone could do to stop them". To her dismay, the firm failed to register copyright in the United States, leading to piracies and loss of revenue. Although she helped save the company in 1917, after embezzlement by another Warne brother nearly bankrupted it, she scolded them on quality, condemning a copy of Peter Rabbit’s Almanac for 1929 as “wretched.” She wrote sharply, “It is impossible to explain balance & style to people, if they don’t see it themselves.” While she enthusiastically crafted her own unique merchandise prototypes — including an extraordinarily soulful Peter Rabbit doll — she could have had no idea of the extent of commodification to come. The enormous financial loss ... [to Potter] only became evident over time", but the necessity of protecting her intellectual property hit home after the successful 1903 publication of The Tale of Squirrel Nutkin when her father returned from Burlington Arcade in Mayfair at Christmas 1903 with a toy squirrel labelled "Nutkin". Potter asserted that her tales would one day be nursery classics, and part of the "longevity of her books comes from strategy", writes Potter biographer Ruth MacDonald. She was the first to exploit the commercial possibilities of her characters and tales; between 1903 and 1905 these included a Peter Rabbit stuffed toy, an unpublished board game, and nursery wallpaper. Considerable variations to the original format and version of The Tale of Peter Rabbit, as well as spin-off merchandise, have been made available over the decades. Variant versions include "pop-ups, toy theaters, and lift-the-flap books". By 1998, modern technology had made available "videos, audio cassette, a CD-ROMs, a computer program, and Internet sites", as described by Margaret Mackey writing in The case of Peter Rabbit: changing conditions of literature for children. She continues: "Warne and their collaborators and competitors have produced a large collection of activity books and a monthly educational magazine". A plethora of other Peter Rabbit related merchandise exists, and "toy shops in the United States and Britain have whole sections of [the] store specially signposted and earmarked exclusively for Potter-related toys and merchandise". Unauthorized copying of The Tale of Peter Rabbit has flourished over the decades, including products only loosely associated with the original. In 1916, American Louise A. Field cashed in on the popularity by writing books such as Peter Rabbit Goes to School and Peter Rabbit and His Ma, the illustrations of which showed him in his distinctive blue jacket. In an animated movie by Golden Films, The New Adventures of Peter Rabbit, "Peter is given buck teeth, an American accent and a fourth sister Hopsy." Another video "retelling of the tale casts Peter as a Christian preacher singing songs about God and Jesus." The Peter Rabbit (rather than other Beatrix Potter characters) stories and merchandise are very popular in Japan: many Japanese visit the Lake District after becoming familiar with Potter's work at an early age at school. There is an accurate replica of Potter's house and a theme park in Japan, and a series of Mr McGregor's gardens in one of the largest banks. Merchandisers in Japan estimate that 80% of the population have heard of Peter Rabbit. In 2016, Peter Rabbit and other Potter characters appeared on a small number of collectors' 50p UK coins. Movie Adaptations In 1938, shortly after the success of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, Walt Disney became interested in making an animated film based on The Tale of Peter Rabbit. Potter refused. Some accounts say this was because she wanted to remain in control of the rights to her work. Others suggest that she didn’t think her drawings were good enough for large-scale animation, which she thought would reveal all their imperfections. However, most likely Beatrix Potter refused to give the rights to Disney because of marketing issues. In 1935, the story was loosely adapted in the Merrie Melodies short film, Country Boy. It shows some modifications in relation to Beatrix Potter's original story, most notably the Rabbit family surname is changed to "Cottontail" and Peter having two brothers and a sister rather than 3 sisters. In 1971, Peter Rabbit appeared as a character in the ballet film The Tales of Beatrix Potter. In late 1991, HBO aired an animated musical adaptation of The Tale of Peter Rabbit, narrated by Carol Burnett, as part of the network's Storybook Musicals series, which was later released to VHS by Family Home Entertainment under HBO license. Several of the stories featuring Peter Rabbit were also animated for the 1992 BBC anthology series, The World of Peter Rabbit and Friends and two edutainment titles published by Mindscape The Adventures of Peter Rabbit & Benjamin Bunny in 1995 and Beatrix Potter: Peter Rabbit's Math Garden in 1996. Both of which have since been released on VHS and DVD. In 2006, Peter Rabbit was heavily referenced in a biopic about Beatrix Potter entitled Miss Potter. In December 2012, a new CGI-animated children's TV series titled Peter Rabbit premiered on Nickelodeon, with a full series run beginning in February 2013. Peter was voiced by Colin DePaula throughout Season 1 and recanted by L. Parker Lucas for Season 2 in the US version. In the U.K. version he is voiced by Connor Fitzgerald. Also in 2012, Quantum Theater produced a new stage adaptation of the tales of Peter Rabbit and Benjamin Bunny. Written by Michael Whitmore the play toured the UK until 2015. More recently, John Patrick is adapting a number of Beatrix Potter's tales into an upcoming live-action/animated musical feature film for his brand-new film studio, called Storybook Studio. The film will be titled Beatrix Potter's The Tales of Peter Rabbit and Friends. One of the stories adapted for the film is The Tale of Peter Rabbit. Peter will be voiced by child actress Sienna Adams. John Patrick has released a preview clip of the film to YouTube. An animated/live-action adaptation, Peter Rabbit, produced by Sony Pictures Animation, is scheduled to be released on 9 February 2018. James Corden will voice Peter Rabbit and Rose Byrne will star in the live-action role of the lead female named Bea. Other cast members include Margot Robbie, Daisy Ridley and Elizabeth Debicki. Will Gluck is directing and producing the film and Zareh Nalbandian is also producing, while Lauren Abrahams is overseeing the project for Sony Pictures Animation. Peter Rabbit's feud with Mr. McGregor reaches new heights as both compete for the affections of a kind animal lover who lives next door. Cast Domhnall Gleeson as Mr. Thomas McGregor, a farmer and exterminator who seeks to be rid of Peter Rabbit and his mischievous acts. Rose Byrne as Bea, a kind animal lover who Thomas meets next door. Sam Neill as Old Farmer McGregor. The film is scheduled to be released on February 9, 2018. The Lake District When Peter Rabbit came out, Potter was 36 years old. She worked closely with her editor, Norman Warne, on it and several other books. The two became very close and in July 1905, Warne proposed marriage, even though Potter’s parents objected to his social position. They didn’t want their upper-class daughter to marry a man who worked in a “trade.” Still, Potter accepted his proposal. One month later, Warne fell sick and died of a blood disorder that was probably un-diagnosed leukemia. She bought Hill Top Farm in the Lake District that same year and there she wrote such books as The Tale of Tom Kitten (1907) and The Tale of Samuel Whiskers (1908). Beatrix loved the Lake District, and it became her solace after the death of her beloved Norman. Afterward, Potter remained unmarried for many years. Finally, in 1913, she married William Heelis, a lawyer. Her family objected to him, too. Income from her books enabled her to invest in farmland, including Hill Top Farm, which would become a feature in many of her tales. As she invested in the Lake District, she developed a relationship with William Heelis, a local solicitor who assisted her property dealings. William proposed to Beatrix in 1912, and they were married in London the following year. In 1913, Potter married local lawyer William Heelis. She only produced a few more books after tying the knot. Potter published The Fairy Caravan in 1926, but only in the United States. She thought the book was too autobiographical to be released in England. The Tale of Little Pig Robinson (1930) proved to be her final children's book. They lived together at Castle Cottage in their beloved Lake District until her death in 1943. Beatrix was a staunch supporter of the National Trust, having been impressed on meeting its founder Hardwicke Rawnsley from her first visit to the Lake District at sixteen. She followed its principles in preserving her buildings and farms in keeping with the rural culture of the area, and she saved many farms from developers. Instead of writing, Potter focused much of her attention on her farms and land preservation in the Lake District. She was a successful breeder of sheep and well regarded for her work to protect the beautiful countryside she adored. During her lifetime, Beatrix bought fifteen farms and took a very active part in caring for them. Dressed in clogs, shawl and an old tweed skirt, she helped with the hay-making, waded through mud to unblock drains, and searched the fells for lost sheep. Beatrix bred Herdwick sheep on her farms in the Lake District, and said she was at her happiest when she was with her farm animals. She won a number of prizes for her sheep at local shows, and became the first elected female President of the Herdwick Sheep Breeders’ Association in 1943. Legacy Beatrix died in 1943 Potter died on December 22, 1943, in Sawrey, England. In her will, she left much of her land holdings to the National Trust to protect it from development and to preserve it for future generations. leaving fifteen farms and over four thousand acres of land to the National Trust. In accordance with her wishes, Hill Top Farm was kept exactly as it had been when she lived in it, and receives thousands of visitors every year. Potter also left behind a mystery—she had written a journal in code. The code was finally cracked and the work published in 1966 as The Journal of Beatrix Potter. To this day, generation after generation are won over by her charming tales and illustrations. After Potter died in 1943 at the age of seventy-seven, Warne cast itself as the guardian of her legacy. But eventually the guardian began behaving badly, seeking to wring profits from its most famous long-eared property. In 1983, Warne was acquired by Penguin, itself owned by the international conglomerate Pearson, the largest book publisher in the world. Then, as scholar Margaret Mackey chronicles in The Case of Peter Rabbit: Changing Conditions of Literature for Children, Warne embarked on the expensive process of remaking printing plates for Potter’s books. While the new reproductions were a welcome improvement, Warne festooned them with what Mackey terms “aggressive” assertions of copyright, although Peter was already in the public domain. (In the UK, copyright protection lapsed but was then extended until 2013 when the European Union “harmonized” copyright law.) Warne seized on its “re-originated” illustrations to declare itself “owner of all rights, copyrights and trademarks in the Beatrix Potter character names and illustrations,” going so far as to attach a “tm” to the scampering Peter on the cover. Back in 1979, the publisher had sued a competitor, claiming trademark rights to eight images from Potter’s books that, it argued, were identified in the public mind with Warne alone. The case was settled out of court, but Viva R. Moffat, a legal scholar who teaches at the University of Denver, has called Warne’s claims (in a paper on “Mutant Copyrights”) a “stretch.” Warne has applied for trademarks in the US, and in the EU for every imaginable Peter Rabbit–related item that might feasibly be sold, from “books and texts in all media” to “toilet seat covers” and “meat extracts.” Moffat assails the practice of forcing trademarks to pinch-hit for lapsed copyright, while another legal expert, Jason Mazzone (who teaches intellectual property law at Brooklyn Law School), defines the placement of misleading warnings on public domain works as “copyfraud” in his book by the same name. Warne’s zealous pursuit of its rights has not deterred it from crass acts of its own. In 1987, the same year it published its painstakingly remade edition, the firm allowed Ladybird Books, a purveyor of cheap paperbacks owned by the parent company, Pearson, to market The Tale of Peter Rabbit with bowdlerized text, eliminating Potter’s dry wit, dispensing with the pie made of Peter’s father (Mrs. Rabbit instead explains that Mr. McGregor just “doesn’t like rabbits”), and replacing Potter’s illustrations with photos of stuffed animals. Warne was excoriated in The Times of London, which condemned the new edition as “Hamlet without the ghost, Othello without the handkerchief.” Undaunted, a few years later Warne took out an advertisement in The Bookseller — “Peter Rabbit Packs a Powerful Punch” — threatening those who wandered into its garden with “expensive legal action” One last question: why do so many Japanese tourists visit Potter's Lakeland cottage? According to the man from the Cumbrian tourist board interviewed on Radio 5 earlier this week, it is because Japanese children use her books to learn English. I love the idea of a nation mislearning another through such a distorting lens. To the people of Japan, I say this: your delightfully outré Edwardian syntax will do you no good in modern Britain, nor will your bizarre Potterian ideas about our dress codes and ethical views http://mentalfloss.com/article/75173/9-facts-about-peter-rabbit https://www.peterrabbit.com/about-beatrix-potter/ http://www.hbook.com/2013/05/choosing-books/horn-book-magazine/peter-rabbit-and-the-tale-of-a-fierce-bad-publisher/ http://www.lettersofnote.com/2012/04/tale-of-peter-rabbit.html https://www.biography.com/people/beatrix-potter-9445208 https://www.theguardian.com/books/2006/dec/07/booksforchildrenandteenagers http://www.newhistorian.com/peter-rabbit-returns-for-potters-150th-birthday/5869/ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Rabbit_(film)   © Copyrighted

Jewel Star : Cosby's Love Child: The Untold Story of Autumn Jackson the Alleged Daughter of Entertainer Bill CosbyThis compelling and true life story screams of betrayal, deceit, and an unsolved mystery. It began when a budding young woman was lured into a cunning and deceptive scheme which eventually became her undoing. The tale may have gone unnoticed under normal circumstances. However, the plot thickened when a famous celebrity, Bill Cosby, was the target of a greedy rouse. The timing couldn't have been worse as it fell on the heels of his son's murder. Ennis Cosby had been shot and killed the day an alleged extortion letter was delivered to the comedian demanding millions in hush money. During one of the most infamous trials of 1997 Cosby would face his adversary Autumn Jackson, and rue the day that she was born. Jackson could do nothing more than look into her father's eyes and weep for all that had never been. At least she believed the entertainer to be her father. This complicated and twisted saga is fraught with criminal and passion driven psychology. Who were the guilty ones and who were the innocents? “I'm Autumn Jackson's aunt. I was called on to be her traveling companion, confidant, and unlikely bodyguard. When people asked me what happened, the answer was complicated. A book needed to be written.” Jewel StarJEWEL N STAR, has been the winner of the CROWHURST LITERARY AWARD, and received Honorable Mention by the nationally renowned WRITER'S DIGEST.A passionate adventurer, Star left her birthplace of California in the late 1960s to explore the United States. She worked her way around the country, and then expanded her travels abroad. In the mid-1970s, she returned to California and settled down to be a wife, mother, farmer, artist, and eventually a writer.Star was in her mid-thirties when she realized her passion was to become an author. It was a long time in the coming, but when she looked back at her history it made sense. Always an avid reader, and a detailed story teller, she found that the words she wanted to share were easily accessible.After practicing the art of writing for nearly a decade, and with only a few stories and poems to show, Star realized that to be a serious writer she would have to return to college and learn the particulars of the craft. Fortuitously, she signed up for an English class instructed by Professor Robert Kirk, Ph.D. and he became her biggest fan. He encouraged her to enter her writing in an upcoming competition which she won, "hands down" according to one of her benefactors.After receiving national recognition, Star was ready to devote her talent to being a wordsmith. Not sure what direction to take, she realized that by specializing in technical and business writing she would be able to fine hone her skill.While working for the marketing firm DME (Direct Mail Express) in Florida in 2000, Star was able to exercise and grow in her writing expertise before starting her own copy-writing business, ProStar Services, LLC. During that time, she was an educational book ghostwriter, and a copywriter of instructional manuals and guidebooks, marketing collateral, direct mail, etc. She was also certified as a Professional Consultant by the American Consultants League, and was a member of the AWAI (American Writers and Artists Institute).In 2005, Star added the feather of Realtor to her working cap. She was a third generation Realtor, and had two siblings who were also working in real estate. It was a natural fit with her marketing background and writing skills. Little did she realize at the time that she would contribute to the profession by one day writing about real estate, and her book: 7 MAGIC KEYS TO BUYING A HOME, What Savvy Buyers Need to Know, can be found on her Author's Page.Retired from the workforce in 2013, Star moved Off Grid. She is writing about her current lifestyle and maintains an ongoing blog on the subject: Off Grid Living Revealed. She is devoting her "retirement" to uploading the many unpublished manuscripts, self-help books, novels and short stories that have been stacking up untouched over the years. She also has many topics on the table yet to be written and a couple of more novels to finish. She won't be retiring from writing any time soon!Star states, "I was told that it's not enough to write a book; you have to share it with readers for the cycle to be complete."http://www.JewelStarAuthor.comhttps://twitter.com/JewelStarAuthorhttps://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8109415.Jewel_StarThis show is part of the Spreaker Prime Network, if you are interested in advertising on this podcast, contact us at https://www.spreaker.com/show/1198501/advertisement

Karma is a potent law of the universe. Karma, literally meaning action, is the sum of your intentional and deliberate consciousness, which prescribes your thoughts and thus determines your actions. Just as positive thoughts initiate positive outcomes, negative thoughts create angst. The wisdom of your Karma is yours alone; you cannot experience someone else s karma. Fortuitously, you can influence the sovereignty of your karma Today's expert guest is Patricia Gagic, the author of the book, Karmic Alibi. In her book Patricia shares how to expedite the wisdom of karma. She says that by mastering the five radical degrees of life, so as to leave all excuses behind, you will be better able to live in a state of joyful and purpose-filled abundance emotionally, physically and spiritually a legacy to your divinity. To learn more about Patricia Gagic and her book, please visit http://www.inspiredtoberewired.com/

NOTE: This was recorded and released years before the bulk of terrible accusations about one of its guests came out, and exists here in archival form only as a music interview from 2013 only, not as a way to condone (definitely not) any of his actions. The podcast is usually prerecorded in a casual basement setting, often weeks prior to appearing on this website and months before being aired on 101.5 UMFM in Winnipeg. This week, however, is UMFM's annual Pledge-O-Rama fund drive, so we made the trek down to the UMFM studios at the University of Manitoba to do a live on-air broadcast. Fortuitously, Dave Z, of such bands as The Brat Attack and Dead Peasants Revolt, happened to have one day left in his trip to Winnipeg from his new home in St. John's, Newfoundland, so he appeared as our guest. Former Brat Attack drummer -- and once and future Up n' Atom drummer -- Johnny Perrin made a surprise visit to the station while the show was underway and became guest number two. UMFM's pledge drive runs until Oct. 25, so depending when you read this, there may still be time for you to support campus/community radio. There are a ton of amazing incentives for making a pledge. Just check out the station's website and be sure to mention Witchpolice Radio if you're planning on donating!

Fortuitously, I met Billy at a Volleyball Tournament. Little did I know he was a walking inspiration. In this pod, he discusses how he played Division 1 Basketball, but never played high school ball at Archbishop Molloy, how he became an elite high school coach at Half Hollow Hills West, and discussing his coming of age story and inspirational book, Last of the Redmen. All that and more, my conversation with Billy, now.