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A Time WarpBy FinalStand. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.What follows is a diversion from the central storyline, but it is crucial to understanding why certain members of the supporting cast are behaving the way they are.808 BCE near Halab in what is today's Northern Syria:For me, Cael Nyilas, it was a return to last night's horrifying scene that engulfed me. The screams of dying horses and moribund men crying the pantheon of life's final regrets. Blood, piss, voided bowels and the stench of comingled sweat and leather filled my nostrils. The true cacophony of battle was all about. The battle shock faded into an innocuous background distraction.In my heart of hearts, I felt at ease, even content. We were cut off and surrounded yet hardly hopeless. Men, my brothers-in-arms and the younger noble sons of Assur and Nineveh combined to put a press of shields, armor and flesh encircling us. Those 'pampered' aristocrats stank with fear and well they should. Death was still possible before their relief arrived.I hurt, Shara (my deity?), I was wounded, but it meant nothing. I laughed; a primitive version of 'atheists and foxholes' passing through my mind. This body had lived through much worse. The closest man, her deceased husband's cousin, and I lifted the shattered wooden chariot off the person our circle was centered on. My arm was extended to her.She was glorious, fierce and half-drunk with battle lust. I could feel her talon-like fingers through the leather and 'parzillu' scales guarding my bicep. She half jumped and was half pulled to her feet. Her kinsman presented her 'misplaced' sword, hilt first. In her eyes, I saw the burning intensity of the Shamash (Sun God, consort of Aya?) at the height of the Burning Season.Her martial mirth exceeded any other noise as it passed her lips."You took your time getting here," Shammuramat taunted me, not a true reproach. "I was so bored, I decide to take a nap in the shade of my conveniently overturned chariot." She defied all fortunes that conspired toward her demise; her own breed of madness."You looked so peaceful in your sleep, I didn't want to wake you," I bantered back. Her 'kinsman' scowled at my familiarity with his monarch. My champions, more like brothers to me than any kin born of my blood, had carved a gory swath to her stranded bodyguard. Mounted on Median steeds, we had pressed back the entourages of two Aramean kings bent on her violent passing.A barricade of overturned, or unattended chariots gave us space to dismount and perform our very visible rescue mission. All the pieces were right where she wanted them; everything unfolding according to her plan. Focus the enemy in the center with her person and the banner of Assur while the rest of her chariots and all of her cavalry swept through an unguarded wadi and fell upon them from behind.Brilliant. Somewhat less brilliant when faced with the desperate energy of our enemies, but her victory was already a certainty. The allied Western Kings were sure my command was attempting to snatch the Queen back to the safety of her infantry. Those hardy, foot-bound souls were still holding their own against the greater mass of the enemy footmen.The children of rebellious nobles bent every bit of their remaining energy, squandered their last reserves to ensure Shammuramat didn't escape. If the positons were reversed, they would have eagerly abandoned their troops and sought safety to the rear. The idea of Shammuramat being overwrought with terror was absurd.Our opponents' bellows for our blood turned into wails of despair. The charging, plumaged steeds of Assyria had appeared behind them. Our enemies had nothing left to slow the new arrivals down, much less stop them. For those who dared defy Shammuramat, Queen of all the Akkadians, the slaughter was just beginning."Come 'Alal' (that was me); I promised 'Atarshumki' I would kick his head over his own city walls before sunset and I always keep my promises," she shoved one of my horse-holders aside and took one of my steeds. 'Alal' was not the name my father gave me. It meant destroyer and it was blasphemy to lay claim to it."Killing kings will cost you extra," was my impious response.Assyrians nobility barely tolerated mercenaries most of the time. My men and I didn't care. I hadn't taken up the killing business to make friends and my troops felt the same way. What mattered to us was that their coin was good and delivered on time. That was a good thing because whores and merchants were loath to advance 'our kind' anything on credit."I'll meet you half way," she grinned manically at me while my fighters and I raced for our mounts. (Saving the junior nobility wasn't what she were paying us for.) "I'll let you take any prince you capture as a hostage." I nodded. My men cheered hungrily, despite the choking dust. As long as I didn't get too greedy, the Kings would pay for their sons. Now we had to capture the bastards."Tūbātu," I reminded them. 'Goodwill'. It was a polite way of saying 'stop your chariot, rest your arms and your mother won't have to come begging for your corpse'. It was best to let opposing nobility keep their dignity in our business. Today's enemy might be tomorrow's paymaster.I blinked and things changed.Planting followed harvest and harvest followed planting. It had long ago become a blur. Shammuramat had grown older. Her first son became king when he was of age. I had long exceeded my welcome and my desire to stay. I was fixed to this small patch of the greater world by a rare emotion, empathy.It had come out of nowhere. We were campaigning against the Scythians raiding over the Zagros Mountains and followed them into Urartu. Night had fallen and I walked the camp as was my habit; being killed a few times in your sleep will make you err on the side of caution. Shammuramat was gazing out over the river Arkas."I though all the scouts have returned," I asked as I stepped to her side. A cool, early autumn breeze blew down the valley, tossing a few loose locks of her greying hair. She always had one patch shorn short which made her left-side braids prone to unwind."They have. We head back for Nineveh with the dawn," she murmured, her mind elsewhere."Do you ever dream of home?" she asked me out of the blue."No. I don't dream anymore. I rarely sleep and if I did, I would hope to dream of something less boring," I snorted in amusement. She had never talked about her home, to anyone as far as I knew."You will be going to Lydia when winter comes," she stated tensely."King Gyges needs someone with experience beating Cimmerians," I answered. The true reason was that I was no longer welcome on the Assyrian payroll because I insisted on recruiting only non-Assyrians into the ranks of my ferociously effective little band of one hundred; never more and rarely less."Shemtsu is a fool," she grumbled."That is unfair," I countered. My willingness to argue with her was one of my charms in her eyes. "He is an excellent Treasurer and he makes sure your vassals pay their tribute on time and in its full amount."The silence was hurtful to me because Shammuramat was never one to obfuscate her thoughts, especially around me. It was one of her charms, to my way of thinking."Salmu Eretu, the northern night sky has no answers for what ails you. Get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to start out cold before it bakes us." I called her 'Black Cloud' in Akkadian.I had first used that name twenty years ago to insult her, highlighting her tempestuous nature. In the Assyrian court, having just received recognition for my quick thinking, Shammuramat had belittled my accomplishment, throwing my body between her, her unborn child (the man who was now not-so-gently ushering me to the border) and a Kassite noble and his retainer bent on killing them both.Had my deed not been witnessed by half a dozen reliable sources, I wouldn't even have received that tawdry token."He sought glory without risk," she spat out her insult in a Hittite tongue alien to this court. Unfortunately for us both, I had worked for a Babylonian family for a few generations and they had been kind enough to turn me from an illiterate commoner to a man of some education.Ironically, they even taught me my native cuneiform long after my birthplace was barely a memory."Well aren't you a black cloud on an otherwise waste of a day," I replied somewhat bitterly. Her eyes widened, then narrowed and then I heard her laugh for the first time."Should I tell them what you said?" she mocked me and my predicament."But of course," I grunted in Akkadian. I'd screwed up. My inner thoughts were 'please not decapitation, please not decapitation' because getting my head on straight after that was a real bitch."You've been nothing but a black cloud bent on turning the choking dust at my feet into a grasping, muddy morass. Why stop now?" I announced loudly. If you are going to die, die well. Having died too many times to count, remembering my last words were all I had left to look forward to.The guards, familiar with the Queen's temper and stunned into inaction by me clearly embracing a long, messy death, stood around uselessly. Had I been allowed a weapon in the royal presence, I might have thought which one to kill first."I gift you, a lowborn man of the South (Sumerian), with honors and you respond by insulting my wife?" King, Shamshi Adad V growled as he rose from his throne."Husband," she stood to join him. I thought it was a pity she rarely smiled. "You asked that I too give a gift to my savior and the savior of our son (all unborn babies were sons back then until roughly half had the audacity to gender switch while exiting the womb). I have chosen." I was expecting my life for the moment and a day's head start to the border."It is your choice to make," the King allowed."From this day, until my passing, this man may always speak his mind in our lands," she demanded. She had a habit of fatally correcting anyone who saw her as less than co-ruler. The hesitation was deafening."As you will," Shamshi Adad V acquiesced to yet another of his wife's odd 'requests'. From that day forth we had been fast friends. She never asked about my immortality, where I was from, or how I ended up with my elite band of professional killers. I returned the favor. It was an unspoken understanding that in a few years, or decades, she would die and I would leave, not necessarily in that order. We had shared more years than I had given to any one person in quite some time."There is nothing left for me but ash," she declared with morbid certainty."Should any of us expect any better?" I did my best to offer words of comfort she would accept."Oh no," her noise was too bitter to be a laugh. "I had my own 'Life beyond Death' and it was stolen from me, along with my birthright.""We are chasing the thieves?" I asked."Yes and no," her face grew grim once more. "These were not the ones I was looking for. They share some bonds with some of the Scythian tribes who live on the far side of the Sea of Death (the Black Sea). These raiders weren't from those tribes.""Why are you turning back?" I questioned. "You know your Assyrians are loyal. They will follow wherever you lead. Your son won't begrudge you these few hundred. I'll come too.""Why?" she turned and looked into my eyes. She still had that blazing fire in her eyes. She was teasing me. If she asked, I too would follow and my men would follow me."The Scythians have been raiding the Lands of the Two Rivers from, well, before I graduated from 'spear for hire' to a 'seeker of a mastery of war'. The rich plunder of their camps will provide plenty of incentive for my men plus we can sell the horses when we come back," I stated."I do not have the years left to spend on such a campaign," she sighed. I had never heard a hint of defeat in her speech before. It was unsettling and rather tragic."I have squandered my years in marriage, being Queen and raising my boys. I tried to make Assyria my new family and I am revealed to be a fool. You had it right. We will always be outlanders. No matter how brave, loyal, just and smart, we would never be allowed in their sanctimonious circle," she said. "You. I should have ridden off with you after my first born was acknowledged (the present King Adad-nirari the 3rd).""We could have gathered up some more fighters, ridden over shattered Phrygia, to the narrows (Bosporus) and into the lands of the Thracians. There is a legend of a great river that pours out from the western shore of the Death Sea. What I seek is up that river.""How many would we face?" I grew equally serious."One," she coughed. "Me." My confusion was obvious. "I am not asking you to fight me, Alal. I want you to come back for me.""I can't. That is not how it works," I stated."How does it work then?" she looked into my eyes. The fire was there, but banked and waning. I didn't say anything. "I have never seen, or heard of you entering a temple.""Your men go. You do not stop them, but you have given up any pretense of worship," she pressed. "Do you not believe that anything exists beyond your senses?""I believe," I sighed. "I believe people are fools for giving offering, pledging their fidelity, pleading for mercy, or extending thanks to any deity. Those Shar-an (gnats) do as they will, unless it is to punish us for treating them like the spoiled children they are."Shammuramat regained her long-stilled laughter."I have always felt a kinship with you through our mutual bitterness.""Bitterness comes with familiarity," I snorted in amusement. Lovers had passion. We shared a simmering anger that came from being irredeemably wronged."I was born Baraqu, the first son of a potter in some city that no longer matters. I was a failure as a potter and an embarrassment to my house and my clan," I began a story I hadn't told another soul in, I couldn't recall. "In those days, the Priest-Kings declared wars and demanded each clan of the city give forth a certain number of males to fight. My family volunteered me and two rowdy cousins.Outside the gates, my clan elder gave each of us a cowhide shield and a spear with a small spindle of copper at the tip so we wouldn't think it was a staff. We marched, I forget which city we were fighting that time. Three days later we found the enemy behind a deep irrigation ditch that had dried out for the season. Our orders were simple, 'There they are. Attack!'My elder was at the back of our mob, making sure none of us ran away. My older cousin made it across the ditch first, but was speared twice; once in the right kidney, I can still remember my first sight of blood, and once, piercing the shield and lodging in his ribcage. My second cousin and I were pushed from behind into the fighting. I stabbed at one shield, doing no harm.Then my surviving cousin's morale broke and he tried to claw his way back into our ranks. He was stabbed in the back, his dying body tangling with mine and bearing us both to the ground. I saw this howling mad face over me. He was a commoner, like me, driven to violence by the terror of battle. His shoddily crafted spear plunged first into my right lung. The second stab found my heart. I died.From there, my spirit fell down toward the wretched dank caverns where all pitiful lowborn dregs are doomed to end up without hope of parole. Instead of endless misery, the Goddess Sarrat Irkalli appeared before me, barring my descent. With icy claws, she trisected my soul. I cannot begin to describe that agony. She snatched up my tattered bits and dragged me back into the world.Sarrat Irkalli is Goddess of the Netherworld, whispered a word that penetrated my brain through the left ear of my cooling corpse. It was an utterance so catastrophic to the fabric of the Veil I dare not repeat it even now.Baraqu? she blew a dark wind upon the first bit of my essence and it flew away.Cael, she whispered to the second portion and off it went in another direction. You are Baraqu no more. The second name was meaningless to me at the time but my name. Do you know that if you have your true name, your spirit can not find its way to your reward, no matter how foul, or pleasing? To the third part of my soul. I name you Alal, he who stands witness to the end of all he desires; their destroyer. Powerful yet powerless.}With that, she left me. My body was stiff from being dead so long. The next few hours were extremely painful. The Sun had set and the Moon was not in evidence. Jackals barked and hyenas laughed as they fought and feasted on the dead. I pushed the body of my cousin off me then crawled down into the ditch to hide. Hardly the reaction of a hero.""Not the actions of the man I know," Shammuramat smirked. "So, your name is Baraqu.""Was and I never much liked the name," I countered. "The priests gave it to me because right before my naming ceremony, a bolt of lightning from a spring storm struck the temple of Shara. So they named me Baraqu, which means 'struck by lightning'.""That sound likes a good name," the Queen Dowager regarded me."That is the noble meaning. The common meaning is less eloquent, it means 'idiot'."Another deep laugh from my treasured compatriot. So few had ever mattered so much to me."Struck by lightning, stricken dumb," she guffawed. "Still not the 'you' I know.""What does the other name mean?""I have no idea. In all my travels I have never found a people familiar with it," I shrugged. She looked out over the low waves lapping against the stony shore."No explanation?" she grudgingly inquired. She had wanted me to continue."No. I have never again come face to face with Sarrat Irkalli, been visited by a messenger, divine, or demonic, received an omen, or any otherworldly presence of any kind," I shrugged. I was long past any resentment. "After the battle I made my way back home, we'd lost, and resumed my life for a few years. My father took the excuse of me 'letting' my kinsmen die to place my younger brother over me.I didn't care. I always hated being a potter, so I ended up being a piddling nuisance all the time and a drunken brawler whenever I had wrangled some beer. I was always the first choice of my clan to send into battle. Despite my lack of training, I began surviving more battles than I died in. At some point, the priests began getting suspicious that I was still hanging around my great-grandnephew's house, so my house Elder suggested I leave the city.I was given a nice copper-headed mace that I had taken in a recent skirmish. Tradition dictated I offer it to the Elder, so he could give it back to me as a sign of my value to the clan. He had taken it for his own. Now he was giving it back out of fear that it held some part of my taint. I had no idea how to live on my own. Two days out, I was robbed and murdered for the first, but not last, time. That inaugural event, I got really angry and hunted those two farmers down.I got my mace back. I also relieved them of an onager, three slaves and a few ingots of silver. I guessed they had been rather successful robbers until they met me."

We chat with Warik Lawrance here, Digital Production Designer and founder of the Dome Under Film Festival which screened at Scienceworks between Jan 31-Feb 2.Michael Dillon's great adventure film The Great White Whale will be screening at The Sun Cinema and Nova with accompaning Q&A. We revisit my chat  with Michael Dillon here.

Bron Burton and Anthony Boxshell are joined by Kade Mills as to chat about the 22nd birthday of the Great Victorian Fish Count. Then director Michael Dillon talks about his new documentary The Great White Whale, and Rex Hunter chats shipwrecks.

Hey all! Welcome to another episode of Mr. P.'s Tales from the Road! In this episode, we visit a location that I refer to as my “Great White Whale,” a beautiful and gargantuan factory in Northeast Ohio that was the center of an obsession in my early days of exploration! We all have that one location that we simply can't let go of and let get under our skin, and sometimes, the waiting pays off!; this particular one was mine.  As always, tales abound, so brew up some tea, get some chicken noodle soup goin' on the stove, listen in and enjoy the show! Have a wonderful weekend and we'll see you in next week's episode! -Mr. P. MR. P. INFO: The majority of my work gets published at the Mr. P. Explores Facebook Community: https://www.facebook.com/MrPExplores/  Stop by for full photo explorations, history and stories told from the road! Mr. P. Explores Instagram (extras that never make the site or videos, and much more!): https://www.instagram.com/mr.p_explores/@mr.p_explores TWITTER (X?): https://twitter.com/ExploresMr @ExploresMr  (come on over and say hello!)  Thanks all, and have a great week! I am also now on VERO, @mrpexplores or directly at: https://vero.co/mrpexplores

This inability by the Fed to change from stimulus to restriction in considerable measure began the rapid rise in prices. Today, the opposite may be the case. If the Recession does begin, the Fed will need to move quickly from a restrictive monetary policy back to stimulus.

This inability by the Fed to change from stimulus to restriction in considerable measure began the rapid rise in prices. Today, the opposite may be the case. If the Recession does begin, the Fed will need to move quickly from a restrictive monetary policy back to stimulus.

today we had anticipation of chasing bluefin.... needess to say frustrating boat breakdowns cut our trip short. We find out about Bmos trip on the Sea Wolf talking jackpot lingcod and dive into some rabit holes ....... enjoy

Jay, Angelo, and Rhea discuss the recent reboots of Night Court and That 90s Show as well as the bizarre Netflix documentary The Hatchet Wielding Hitchhiker.PLUS: Rhea's British TV Corner AND a review of the new Velma series on HBOMAX (SPOILER: it's not great!)The TV Show is a weekly podcast hosted by Jay Black, with regular guests Angelo Cataldi and Rhea Hughes. Each week, we dive into the new Golden Age of Television, with a discussion of the latest shows and news.  

MOBY DICK is a notoriously hard book to read all the way through. That's what most people say (especially in school). That's why one English Lit professor had some fun with a 'missing chapter' from the novel back in the 1970s. It's all about the monstrous farts that whales can produce. It caused quite a controversy. We look back at the scandal to see if it was... well... a real hoax. Or is this episode a hoax? We can't decide. 

There is a big difference between winning the lottery and winning in business. Yet, many entrepreneurs sometimes get these confused. So many want to hit the big time with their business, but many times in this pursuit they themselves get hit...big time. It's the age old pursuit. Captain Ahab in Moby Dick with the Great White Whale. Or Hemingway's Santiago...in The Old Man and the Sea. They had to learn the hard way...sometimes you get the fish...and sometimes the fish gets you. Join Michael and Jim as they share the untold story about landing the bigger fish.

Mark Eglinton talks with me about his adventures in writing, and his latest book on John McAfee's life called, No Domain: The John McAfee Tapes (https://amzn.to/35cIHr8). Chapters: 00:00:00 Mark Eglinton https://twitter.com/MarkEglinton 00:00:33 How did Mark become a writer? 00:01:30 From caddy to writer 00:05:30 Do the work, just do it 00:06:00 Where do you start? 00:08:20 How do you start? 00:09:20 Get some distance from your work 00:10:27 Writing is the sexiest job ever 00:12:00 How is the money in writing? 00:12:15 Make shit happen 00:13:10 How Mark started working with John McAfee 00:14:28 John McAfee is The Great White Whale 00:15:45 Was John telling the truth? 00:19:00 Working with John was like being in a James Bond movie 00:20:45 John's relationship with his kids 00:24:10 John's early life as a programmer 00:25:40 John's work for NASA 00:27:44 John applied math to relationships 00:29:00 Did John ever work hard? 00:29:34 John and methamphetamine 00:30:28 John didn't want a corporate life 00:31:40 John's outlandish spending 00:32:23 John McAfee and yoga 00:33:15 John's yoga books https://amzn.to/3wBV4Z1 00:34:50 Amanda Milius https://mobile.twitter.com/amandamilius 00:35:55 John McAfee weeps 00:37:27 John understood the human spirit 00:38:25 John leaves Belize 00:40:00 John marries Janice 00:41:00 John on the run in the US 00:41:40 Was John just paranoid? 00:42:18 Janice ties to poison John 00:43:10 John cancels the book project 00:46:30 Was John broke? 00:48:00 Canonic books on bitcoin 00:49:40 Books as NFTs 00:51:00 Will tech control us, or will we control tech? 00:52:00 Extras associated w/ the NFT 00:55:40 Canonic is seeing into the future 00:57:25 Steve Bannon 00:59:40 Mark on Twitter https://twitter.com/MarkEglinton 01:00:00 Mark on Twetch https://twetch.com/u/68864 --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/aaronolson/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/aaronolson/support

Mark Eglinton talks with me about his adventures in writing, and his latest book on John McAfee's life called, No Domain: The John McAfee Tapes (https://amzn.to/35cIHr8). Chapters: 00:00:00 Mark Eglinton https://twitter.com/MarkEglinton 00:00:33 How did Mark become a writer? 00:01:30 From caddy to writer 00:05:30 Do the work, just do it 00:06:00 Where do you start? 00:08:20 How do you start? 00:09:20 Get some distance from your work 00:10:27 Writing is the sexiest job ever 00:12:00 How is the money in writing? 00:12:15 Make shit happen 00:13:10 How Mark started working with John McAfee 00:14:28 John McAfee is The Great White Whale 00:15:45 Was John telling the truth? 00:19:00 Working with John was like being in a James Bond movie 00:20:45 John's relationship with his kids 00:24:10 John's early life as a programmer 00:25:40 John's work for NASA 00:27:44 John applied math to relationships 00:29:00 Did John ever work hard? 00:29:34 John and methamphetamine 00:30:28 John didn't want a corporate life 00:31:40 John's outlandish spending 00:32:23 John McAfee and yoga 00:33:15 John's yoga books https://amzn.to/3wBV4Z1 00:34:50 Amanda Milius https://mobile.twitter.com/amandamilius 00:35:55 John McAfee weeps 00:37:27 John understood the human spirit 00:38:25 John leaves Belize 00:40:00 John marries Janice 00:41:00 John on the run in the US 00:41:40 Was John just paranoid? 00:42:18 Janice ties to poison John 00:43:10 John cancels the book project 00:46:30 Was John broke? 00:48:00 Canonic books on bitcoin 00:49:40 Books as NFTs 00:51:00 Will tech control us, or will we control tech? 00:52:00 Extras associated w/ the NFT 00:55:40 Canonic is seeing into the future 00:57:25 Steve Bannon 00:59:40 Mark on Twitter https://twitter.com/MarkEglinton 01:00:00 Mark on Twetch https://twetch.com/u/68864 --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/aaronolson/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/aaronolson/support

YouTuber Chris Piers from Comic Tropes joins Jake and Jesús to discuss his "great white" whale of a grail tale, a little too much Jim Shooter history, and even some comic speculation (of course). We also do our very first Scärce Army role call!SUPPORT THE SHOW! Subscribe to our Patreon to gain exclusive bonus content, join our private discord conversations and, of course, help Spec Tales grow. REACH OUT TO US! Share a grail tale of your own, give us some feedback, or tell us a topic you want us to discuss. Follow us on Twitter and on Instagram. You can also shoot us a message anytime at spectalespodcast@gmail.comIf you're enjoying what you're listening to, do us a favor and leave us a review on Apple Podcasts. Positive reviews make the podcast easier to be found by other grail chasers like us. As always — thank you for listening.Spec Tales Artwork Created by Bartels Creative CoSupport the show (https://www.patreon.com/spectales)

Clare Sera throws the questions like harpoons to dig 20,000 leagues into the expertise of arch Herman Mel-villian Danno Sullivan, a small white man who's an expert on the Great White Whale. Much love and many thanks to announcer http://moiraquirk.com/ (Moira Quirk). Dig the show so much that you'd like to leave a review? We'd appreciate nothing more. https://www.funnypodcast.co/reviews/new/ (Click here), and let your expert review-leaving begin! Got a request for a special expertise? Leave us voicemail with your questions or comments. https://www.funnypodcast.co/ (Over at the website), you'll see the little microphone floating in the bottom-right corner. That's where your expert voicemail leaving happens.

Episode 128 of The Movie Robcast whisks you away to the faraway world of Arrakis for our review of Denis Villeneuve's Dune. Can Villeneuve succeed where David Lynch failed back in 1984, and land Frank Herbert's epic novel, the Great White Whale of sci-fi literature? Well, he has certainly assembled an impressive cast, including Timothée Chalamet, Rebecca Ferguson, Oscar Isaac, Josh Brolin, Jason Momoa, Javier Bardem and more. No discussion of a Dune adaptation would be complete without also talking about Lynch's original or Alejandro Jodorowsky's pie-in-the-sky vision for Herbert's novel. Or a brief detour into British sitcom from the 1980s, specifically Terry and June. If you like what you hear or have any feedback, why not rate and review us wherever you listen to your podcasts? To follow the Robs on Twitter head to: https://twitter.com/rob_a_daniel https://twitter.com/robertmwallis To follow the podcast, head to: https://twitter.com/MovieRobcast To read Rob D's writing go to: https://www.electric-shadows.com/ To read Rob W's writing go to: http://ofallthefilmsites.com/

In the novel, Moby Dick, Captain Ahab is the megalomaniacal commander of a whaling ship. With just one thing in mind: to capture the great white whale, Moby Dick. It has been much the same for the current Chairman of the Federal Reserve, Jerome Powell. Since he assumed a position on the Board, back in 2012, and certainly in the 3 ½ years since he has been Chairman, Powell, like the Fed in general, has had really one Monetary Mission. To stimulate inflation.

Obama tried to do it. So did Trump. But neither could make the elusive infrastructure overhaul happen. Will President Biden finally be able to pass a massive infrastructure package to rebuild the nation’s crumbling roads, bridges and broadband — or will he suffer the same fate as his predecessors? POLITICO’s Tanya Snyder reports. Plus, Biden says there will be enough vaccines for every adult in the US by April. And a federal watchdog calls for mandatory coronavirus workplace safety standards. Tanya Snyder is a transportation reporter for POLITICO. Jeremy Siegel is a host for POLITICO Dispatch. Irene Noguchi is the executive producer of POLITICO audio. Jenny Ament is the senior producer of POLITICO audio.

Join Chuck Schmidt, for an honest recount of what he has gone though in his battle against prostate cancer.  Sometime funny, sometimes sad but 100% honest.  In Episode 2, Thar She Blows…Harpooning the Great White Whale, with PSA numbers on the rise and flow on the decline the choice is made to see a Urologist and proceed with the first biopsy.

This week we've got something truly special, thanks to our Mysterious Archivist, Bryant! Phoenix will be presenting Stephen King's essay, "Fenway and the Great White Whale", written in 1999. This little-known King work originally appeared in a Major League Baseball souvenir program. Luckily for us, it wasn't lost to history! 

Eric and Aaron look into the world of whales within the hockey card hobby and share stories of their various whale acquisitions while also sharing some tips to help listeners find their own. Episode topics: — Review of 2019-20 UD Engrained — What is a whale in the hobby? — Whales we have acquired for our collections — Tips for finding your whales Interactive listener questions: — What are some of your whales you are still looking for? — What are some whales you have been able to acquire for your collection? We will post these questions on our various social media accounts, so keep an eye out for that! Please be sure to subscribe to make sure you do not miss any future episodes of Center Ice Card Cast! Additionally, please follow our social media accounts to stay updated on all things Center Ice Card Cast! Facebook: Center Ice Card Cast Twitter: @CenterIceCC Instagram: CenterIceCardCast YouTube: Center Ice Card Cast Email: centericecardcast@gmail.com

Is there something that you would love to hunt and Find? If not I think of something that would make you extremely happy if you had it in your possession. Now go out and find it! --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/autocorrect-primer/message

In this week's action-packed episode, we celebrate the 30th anniversary of Tim Burton's Batman, sail the high seas in search of a Great White Whale, re-introduce ourselves to Howard the Duck, crow about Little Bird, and get ourselves well locked and loaded for a round table discussion about Assassin Nation. We also talk some hot news items, take a few of your burning listener questions, and in general, just have a really great time whilst celebrating comics. Are you ready? Let's go! Books talked about this podcast: Aquaman #49, Captain America #11, Captain Marvel #7, Howard the Duck #1, Batman #73, Little Bird, Sabrina the Teenage Witch, Invisible Kingdom, Chabouté’s Moby Dick GN, Emily Carroll's When I Arrived at the Castle GN, and Old Souls GN. The Comic Book Podcast is brought to you by Talking Comics (www.talkingcomicbooks.com) The podcast is hosted by Steve Seigh (JoBlo.com assistant EIC & news editor), Bob Reyer, Joey Braccino, Jessica Garris-Schaeffer, and Sarah Miles who weekly dissect everything comics-related, from breaking news to new releases. Our Twitter handle is @TalkingComics and you can email us at podcast@talkingcomicbooks.com.

Herman Melville boarded a whaling ship out of New Bedford in 1841 for a five year adventure that served as the inspiration for his novel Moby Dick, the epic tale of Capt. Ahab and his obsessive search for the Great White Whale. Every year since 1996, the New Bedford Whaling Museum has be host to the Moby Dick Marathon, a 25 hour continual reading of the American classic, and people from around the world come to participate. In Episode 19, Tyler and Carter talk with Bob Rocha of the Museum about the history of whaling in the city of New Bedford, the Moby Dick Marathon and all of the other events that are put on for the weekend. Listen in! Many thanks to this episode's sponsors: Latitude Yacht Brokerage, First Light Boatworks & Marine Railway

This week, Scarlet sat down with Karen Finney, senior adviser to Hillary Clinton's 2016 Presidential Campaign, about her client, Stacey Abrams, the Democratic gubernatorial candidate in Georgia, who is hoping to make history as the first African-American female governor in the country. Bloomberg Opinion columnist Noah Smith discussed why President Trump's closing midterm message on immigration ignores the reality of the labor market. Then Tina Fordham, Chief Global Political Analyst at Citi, came on to talk about how election results could weigh on markets, and life after Merkel in Europe. Finally,  Thiago de Aragao of Arko Advice, joined to discuss the historic rebalance of power in Brazil with the election of Jair Bolsonaro.

In this episode Peter, Alex and guest Elon Altman tackle the Great White Whale of 80s action movies - Die Hard. Wife beaters will be ruined. Follow Kill You Last Podcast on Instagram: @killyoulastpod Follow Alex on Instagram: @alexpischera Follow Peter on Instagram: @theguarraci Follow Elon on Instagram: @elonstagram  

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Classical string quartet Aurea Ensemble play their own tribute to Moby-Dick, Melville and the Great White Whale, which features Beethoven, Webern, sea shanties, and other nautically evocative music along with readings from the novel and from Melville's correspondence with Nathaniel Hawthorne, to whom he dedicated his masterpiece.

Ben and Jon are joined by Marconin to talk about drops, white whales, and surprising successes!

A brave creature who protects his species.

This week’s episode was recorded on December 13th, 2015. This week, Mike, Nick, and Paul chat about what they read last week (which was purposefully limited this time!) as well as their comic picks for the week (Ivar, Timewalker #12, Judge Dredd #1, and Invincible #126). The focus of this week’s episode was on each of the hosts “Great White Whale” of comics. And the metaphor doesn’t stop there (Harry Potter? Actually discussing Moby Dick?). Links Paul on Twitter Nick on Twitter Mike on Twitter comicbook_ads on Instagram Archie #1 Jaime Hernandez 2001 by Jack Kirby Unity Volume 4 Uncanny X-Men #266 – First Appearance of Gambit Silver Surfer #1 variant by Francesco Francavilla Paul Rudd showing Mack & Me clips on Conan Timecodes: Start/Last Week in Comics – 00:00:00 This Weeks Picks – 00:17:27 The Great White Whale of Comics – 00:28:42 White Whale part 2 – 00:48:08 Credits – 01:06:26 Archie/Dark Horse/The Massive/Emily Is Away/Diggle/Dragotta – 01:07:34 This week’s music was by Deluxe, YUNG BAE, Ancient Astronauts, and Infinity Shred. This week’s episode was produced by Mike Rapin and edited by Zander Riggs. Have a question? Want us to talk about a topic? Submit discussion topics to our subreddit /r/IReadComicBooks and get a hold of us here: cyborg@destroythecyb.org – @destroythecyb – destroythecyborg.tumblr.com Stitcher | TuneIn  

Over a multi-year collaboration, playwright and director Ricardo Pitts-Wiley, Melville scholar Wyn Kelley, and media expert Henry Jenkins have developed a new approach for teaching Moby-Dick in the age of YouTube and hip-hop. They will explore how "learning through remixing" can speak to contemporary youth, why Melville might be understood as the master mash-up artist of the 19th century, and what might have happened if Captain Ahab had been a 21st century gang leader.* Part of the Library Foundation of Los Angeles and Los Angeles Public Library’s month-long citywide initiative "What Ever Happened to Moby Dick?"*Click here to see photos from the program!