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Though few know his name, many know his work. Today, Stephen Nichols introduces Charles Jennens, who compiled the biblical texts for Handel's Messiah to proclaim Christ's glory and defend the truth against deism. Read the transcript: https://ligonier.org/podcasts/5-minutes-in-church-history-with-stephen-nichols/charles-jennens-libretto/ A donor-supported outreach of Ligonier Ministries. Donate: https://donate.ligonier.org/ Explore all of our podcasts: https://www.ligonier.org/podcasts

Wir springen in dieser Folge ins Jahr 1938, und sprechen über die vier Schwestern Sigmund Freunds. Nachdem Freud nach England geflüchtet ist, bleiben die betagten Schwestern in Wien zurück. Abgesichert, zumindest hoffen so Sigmund und sein Bruder Alexander, durch einen beträchtlichen Geldbetrag, den sie ihnen zurückgelassen haben. Doch sie unterschätzen damit die Radikalisierung und die Perfidie des NS-Regimes. Vielen Dank an Johanna Frei und Daniela Finzi vom Freud Museum in Wien für das Gespräch und die Quellen für diese Folge. Die Ausstellung "Der Fall Freud – Dokumente des Unrechts" läuft noch bis November 2026. https://www.freud-museum.at/de/ausstellungen_detail/articles/der-fall-freud-dokumente-des-unrechts //Erwähnte Folgen * GAG207: William Stewart Halsted und die Chirurgie des 19. Jahrhunderts – https://gadg.fm/207 * GAG142: Bertha Pappenheim – Gründerin des Jüdischen Frauenbundes und Sozialpionierin – https://gadg.fm/142 * GAG195: Wie Gerta Stern auf der Flucht nach Panama ihren Mann aus dem KZ befreite – https://gadg.fm/195 * GAG292: Paul Grüninger – https://gadg.fm/292 // Literatur * Finzi, Daniela & Frei, Johanna. „Listen der Geschichte. Über die neue Sonderausstellung ‚Der Fall Freud. Dokumente des Unrechts‘ im Sigmund Freud Museum“. * Frei, Johanna. „Provenienz: ‚österreichischer Privatbesitz‘. Vom Verschwinden und Auftauchen eines Originals“. * Kurzweil, Loïc. „Alexander Freud. Von den Wegachsen des Weltverkehrs zur erzwungenen Emigration“). * Raggam-Blesch, Michaela. „‚Du ahnst ja nicht, wie armselig wir sind ohne Euch alle, zu Viert verknäuelt, hoffnungslos, abgetrennt.‘ Das Schicksal älterer jüdischer Wiener:innen am Beispiel der Schwestern von Sigmund Freud“. * Rathkolb, Oliver. „Restitution wider Willen“. * Waldinger, Roger. „Leben und Tod von Pauline Freud Winternitz“. Die Interviews von K.R. Eissler gibt es hier: https://www.loc.gov/collections/sigmund-freud-papers/articles-and-essays/audio-recordings-of-eisslers-interviews-about-freud/ Das Episodenbild zeigt Rosa Graf im Jahr 1927 (© Rosa Graf Papers, Library of Congress, Washington D.C.) //Aus unserer Werbung Du möchtest mehr über unsere Werbepartner erfahren? Hier findest du alle Infos & Rabatte: https://linktr.ee/GeschichtenausderGeschichte //Geschichten aus der Geschichte jetzt auch als Brettspiel! Werkelt mit uns am Flickerlteppich! Gibt es dort, wo es auch Becher, T-Shirts oder Hoodies zu kaufen gibt: https://geschichte.shop // Wir sind jetzt auch bei CampfireFM! Wer direkt in Folgen kommentieren will, Zusatzmaterial und Blicke hinter die Kulissen sehen will: einfach die App installieren und unserer Community beitreten: https://www.joincampfire.fm/podcasts/22 //Wir haben auch ein Buch geschrieben: Wer es erwerben will, es ist überall im Handel, aber auch direkt über den Verlag zu erwerben: https://www.piper.de/buecher/geschichten-aus-der-geschichte-isbn-978-3-492-06363-0 Wer unsere Folgen lieber ohne Werbung anhören will, kann das über eine kleine Unterstützung auf Steady oder ein Abo des GeschichteFM-Plus Kanals auf Apple Podcasts tun. Wir freuen uns, wenn ihr den Podcast bei Apple Podcasts oder wo auch immer dies möglich ist rezensiert oder bewertet. Wir freuen uns auch immer, wenn ihr euren Freundinnen und Freunden, Kolleginnen und Kollegen oder sogar Nachbarinnen und Nachbarn von uns erzählt! Du möchtest Werbung in diesem Podcast schalten? Dann erfahre hier mehr über die Werbemöglichkeiten bei Seven.One Audio: https://www.seven.one/portfolio/sevenone-audio

(November 12, 2025) Amy King and Neil Saavedra join Bill for Handel on the News. US transportation boss warns of possible flight chaos. Supreme Court extends its order blocking full SNAP payments, with shutdown potentially near an end. Trump downplays economic woes as partisan spin. Justice Department to investigate UC Berkeley after protestors clash outside Turning Point USA campus event. Mega Millions jackpot nears $1BIL after there were no big winners in Tuesday’s drawing.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

(November 11,2025) Amy King and Neil Saavedra join Bill for Handel on the News. Senate passes funding bill, sends it to House. Schumer is pressured to step aside as Senate Democratic leader after shutdown vote. Flight reductions increase to 6% on Tuesday. Rose Bowl files restraining order to block UCLA move to SoFi Stadium.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

(November 10,2025) Amy King and Neil Saavedra join Bill for Handel on the News. Lawmakers reach deal and take a big step. Trump officials push states to ‘undo’ work to send full SNAP benefits. L.A. County stores must stop selling kratom and 7-OH, health agency says.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

“My job is to make people love choral music as much as I do, and that's a lot. I really love choral music. My job is to say ‘you should care about this.' You might care about it because it's ravishingly beautiful or because it has a story to tell you. Even if you're not a person who relates to choral music, you can relate to stories. We're going to weave some sort of through-line through this program that tells you something about life that we hope resonates with you whether you're a musician or not.”Joshua Habermann is in his seventeenth season as Artistic Director of the Santa Fe Desert Chorale, one of the nation's premiere professional chamber choirs. Since joining the ensemble, he has broadened its repertoire to include choral-orchestral masterworks and unique concert experiences ranging from early music to new commissions. Under his leadership, the Desert Chorale has been featured at regional and national conferences of the American Choral Directors Association, and its summer and winter festivals are among America's largest choral events.Habermann's experience with symphonic choruses spans over three decades, encompassing the full range of the choral-orchestral repertoire. From 2011 to 2022 he was director of the Dallas Symphony Chorus, where highlights included Bach's St. Matthew Passion, the Requiem Masses of Mozart, Brahms, and Verdi, Elgar's Dream of Gerontius, Bernstein's Kaddish Symphony, Rachmaninov's The Bells, and Vaughan-Williams' Sea Symphony. He is a frequent guest conductor, and in 2022-2023 prepared Handel's Messiah, Ravel's Daphnis and Chloe, and Benjamin Britten's War Requiem for the San Francisco Symphony.A passionate advocate for music education, Joshua Habermann is a regular clinician for state and national events and has led honor choirs and choral festivals in North America, Europe, Asia, and Latin America. In 2024, he conducted Cantatas 72, 73 and 92 for Bach Santiago (Chile), a concert series dedicated to the first full cycle of Bach Cantatas in South America. He currently teaches choral literature at the University of North Texas.As a singer (tenor), Habermann has performed with the Oregon Bach Festival Chorus under Helmuth Rilling and Conspirare under Craig Hella Johnson. Recording credits include Requiem and Threshold of Night, both GRAMMY® nominees for best choral recording. Recordings as a conductor include The Road Home and Rachmaninov's All Night Vigil with the Desert Chorale.To get in touch with Joshua, you can find him on Facebook (@joshua.habermann) or visit the Santa Fe Desert Chorale website, desertchorale.org.Email choirfampodcast@gmail.com to contact our hosts.Podcast music from Podcast.coPhoto in episode artwork by Trace Hudson

Send us a textOn this trip, we're looking at the conventional candidate for the first modern novel in English.  Defoe's story of a resourceful man shipwrecked on a desert island is so much more than a ripping yarn: it speaks to the rise of a literary vernacular language, the values of an increasing bourgeois and expansionist society, and of spiritual awakening.  Come aboard!Text: https://ia600207.us.archive.org/26/items/cu31924011498676/cu31924011498676.pdfAdditional Music:"Theme from Emergency!" by Nelson Riddle. https://archive.org/details/tvtunes_206"The Ballad of Gilligan's Island" by Sherwood Schwartz.  https://archive.org/details/tvtunes_275Support the showPlease like, subscribe, and rate the podcast on Apple, Spotify, YouTube Music, or wherever you listen. Thank you!Email: classicenglishliterature@gmail.comFollow me on Instagram, Facebook, and YouTube.If you enjoy the show, please consider supporting it with a small donation. Click the "Support the Show" button. So grateful!Podcast Theme Music: "Rejoice" by G.F. Handel, perf. The Advent Chamber OrchestraSubcast Theme Music: "Sons of the Brave" by Thomas Bidgood, perf. The Band of the Irish GuardsSound effects and incidental music: Freesounds.orgMy thanks and appreciation to all the generous providers!

Österreich müsse dringend in Punkto Wettbewerbsfähigkeit wieder aufschließen, warnt Wirtschaftswissenschaftler Prof. Christian Keuschnigg vor den Folgen weiterer Lohnabschlüsse über dem EU-Schnitt: „Wir brauchen niedrigere Lohnabschlüsse als Deutschland, Frankreich, Italien oder Spanien. Sonst werden wir nicht wieder wettbewerbsfähig. Man sieht ja schon eine deutliche Investitionszurückhaltung. Die Steigerungen im österreichischen Tourismus sind eine Stütze, aber nicht die Rettung."Ein freier Handel sei gerade für eine so kleinen Volkswirtschaft wie Österreich sehr wichtig, das unsere innovativen Unternehmen vom Binnenmarkt alleine nicht leben könnten. Aber so lange wir militärisch so sehr von den USA abhängig sind, könnten wir nicht im Übermaß Gegenzölle androhen. Zölle lähmen grundsätzlich die Weltwirtschaft. Die Schweiz entwickele sich auch ohne Einfuhrzölle seit den 70er Jahren prächtig, weil sie innovativ seien. In die Innovationsfähigkeit müsse auch der österreichische Staat mehr investieren. Und damit genug Steuergeld für die Bildung, Universitäten und Grundlagenforschung zur Verfügung stünde, müssen man vor allem schauen, dass sich das Pensionssystem weitgehend selbst trägt und nicht mehr so stark bezuschusst werden muss. Jeder könne etwa in Teilzeit gehen, müsse aber dann die finanziellen Konsequenzen im Alter selbst tragen. Ein liberaler Rundumschlag, der sich lohnt gehört zu werden. Viel Hörvergnügen wünscht Julia Kistner, die sich freut, wenn Ihr die GELDMEISTERIN abonniert, liked, mit Sternchen verseht, Daumen hoch und vor allem weiterempfehlt.Warnhinweise: Geldanlagen bergen ein Verlustrisiko. Der Host und der Podcastgast der GELDMEISTERIN haften nicht für die Inhalte dieses Mediums.Musik- & Soundrechte:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ https://www.geldmeisterin.com/index.php/musik-und-soundrechte/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠#Wettbewerb #umlagefinanziert #Kapitaldeckung #anlegen #Investment #Pensionsen #Aktie #podcast Foto: Prof. Christian Keuschnigg

(November 07, 2025) Amy King and Neil Saavedra join Bill for Handel on the News. The FAA’s order to cut flights nationwide due to the government shutdown is in effect. Democrats expected to block GOP push to reopen government without more healthcare commitments. Trump unveils deal to expand coverage and lower costs on obesity drugs. Tesla shareholders approve Musk’s $1 trillion pay package.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

(November 07, 2025) IT’S FOODIE FRIDAY! Food enthusiast and host of ‘The Fork Report’ on KFI Neil Saavedra joins Bill to talk about THANKSGRILLING happening this weekend, new items from Cambell’s, new Oreo flavors for Thanksgiving, and Firehouse Subs Thanksgiving Sandwich. The show closes with ‘Ask Handel Anything.’See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

A group of First Nations Australian business owners and operators are in India showcasing their businesses, as part of a push to build ties between Indigenous communities in the two countries. The aim is to expand opportunities for Indigenous participation in international trade, three years after a historic trade agreement was signed between India and Australia. - Im Rahmen eines historischen Handelsabkommens zwischen Indien und Australien stellen First Nations Geschäftsinhaber und -inhaberinnen in Indien ihre Unternehmen vor. Das Ziel ist es, die Beziehungen zwischen den indigenen Gemeinschaften beider Länder zu stärken und die allgemeine Beteiligung von Urvölkern am internationalen Handel zu fördern.

(November 06, 2025) Amy King and Neil Saavedra join Bill for Handel on the News. Trump administration tells Supreme Court tariffs aren’t for revenue. FAA to cut flights by 10% at 40 major airports due to gov. shutdown. California republicans file legal challenge to redistricting push. The US economy added 42,000 private-sector jobs last month, more than expected.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Australien galt lange als Vorreiter im Kampf gegen das Rauchen – mit hohen Tabaksteuern, Einheitsverpackungen und strikten Gesetzen sank die Raucherquote drastisch. Doch nun blüht ein massiver Schwarzmarkt für Zigaretten, der nicht nur dem Staat Milliarden an Steuereinnahmen entgehen lässt, sondern auch Gewalt und organisierte Kriminalität fördert. Experten betonen, dass der illegale Handel durch den hohen Preis legaler Zigaretten angeheizt wird, während politische Gegner die Regierung für eine gescheiterte Strategie kritisieren.

Terwyl Angola en Botswana om meerderheidsbeheer van die De Beers-groep baklei, word Namibië aangeraai om deel te neem. Voormalige Namdia-baas Kennedy Hamutenya sê aan Kosmos 94.1 Nuus dat die besit van 'n belang in De Beers nie net oor die ontginning van diamante gaan nie. Dit gaan oor beheer van die hele ketting: eksplorasie, tegnologie, verspreiding, sintetiese diamante en globale kleinhandelsmerke.

Fast jede und jeder Deutsche hat schon Vitaminpillen, Kollagenkapseln oder Proteinpulver geschluckt, meist aus gesundheitlichen Gründen. Dabei sind Nahrungsergänzungen keine Arznei, sondern Lebensmittel. Es gibt sie überall im Handel, oft auch online. Nahrungsergänzungsmittel werden massiv in den sozialen Medien beworben. Sie versprechen, uns fitter zu machen. Sie sollen dafür sorgen, dass wir uns gesünder fühlen und besser aussehen. – Doch können die Substanzen das? Sabine Schütze diskutiert mit Dr. Georg Abel – Ernährungswissenschaftler, Sportler und Influencer, Hannover; Angela Clausen – Teamleiterin Lebensmittel im Gesundheitsmarkt bei der Verbraucherzentrale NRW e.V.; Dr. Anke Weißenborn –Ernährungswissenschaftlerin am Bundesinstitut für Risikobewertung, Berlin

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 27 Appreciation? In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Children must face the scrutiny of their parents     The Dining Hall was almost a relief. That relief died the moment I saw the banner over the front of the serving area in the Hall. 'Zane Appreciation Day'. Since every word was spelled correctly, it wasn't some stunt of Rio's, but beyond that, the list of suspects was too large to consider. This could be a genuine outpouring of acceptance and sympathy for what I had endured here. If you believe that, I have to ask you: 'Do you want your leprechaun pissing Guinness or Irish Malt?'   Most likely, this was going to be some sort of humiliation, and I think I knew the flavor, and I definitely knew how to find out. See, in every seat of the Dining Hall was a big, bowling ball sized white box with a name and secured with a gold and green ribbon, so no cheating; no peeking. That last bit didn't deter me, though. I snuck up on the box marked for Holiday Carpenter.   "Zane, does that have your name on it?" Virginia Goodswell asked me, my English teacher and Spiritual Advisor. Hell, if it had been Mrs. Marlowe, I would have opened it anyway, but Virginia was my buddy so her next question didn't mean to stab a stake of regret through my heart. "Where is Vivian?"   "I left my room before she was done." I looked to the ground while I kicked some imaginary dust off the slate floor.   "Why don't you see if she's been calling you?" she suggested. "She's probably worried." Worried, or homicidal because, ya know, I had sort of run off without my phone, wallet, watch, book bag, or anything else a 21st century student might need.   "I ran away like a big, fat chicken," I confessed. "Anything not glued to my body I left behind."   "I'll give her a call." She pulled out her phone and hit speed dial #2. I crap since her sick mother is probably #1. I am such a big problem for her, she has my guardian on speed dial! "That is Holiday Carpenter's box, Zane, not yours. Besides, there are strict instructions to not open the boxes until instructed."   The panicky response I overheard from Virginia's conversation with Vivian hardly helped my mood. She wanted to know if Virginia knew where I was, she did; that I was okay, I was; and finally, what upset me, because the other girls weren't talking but apparently Mercy had started slapping Barbie Lynn around until Rio and Val pulled her off. Now, that made less than no sense. Wasn't that supposed to work the other way around?   Virginia did a double check and sure enough, Mercy had slammed Barbie Lynn into an open wardrobe on my behalf, and Rio and Val had pulled her back. WTF! I am sure that Rio was right beside me on that one. Vivian triple checked that I was physically and mentally okay and she sounded so disappointed, in herself, as she did so. She was bringing my stuff; yes, I am an earthworm. Virginia promised for me that I would remain here until she arrived.   Some stupid gesture like a loud public apology, done on bended knee, was blatantly unfair to Vivian, who only meant the best for me. I made a quick apology, not trying to meet her eyes as I said the words and took my stuff. All of 'my' girls seemed equally subdued. A minute after we had garnered our victuals, Vivian put a hand on my elbow.   "Don't be so hard on yourself, Zane," Vivian smiled warmly at me. "You take a lot of stress and pressure on yourself. I understand that from time to time you need to take in a tiny bit of private space for yourself. Clearly, you can't schedule any such time because nothing around you stays a secret for very long and no one respects your privacy or even asks what you need."   "Vivian," I was puzzled, "you deserve to be righteously pissed with me. You are my Guardian and I promised to stay by you or at least tell you where I was."   "Zane, we let you down," Vivian assured me. "It is your dorm room and we are your guests, and we have been rather poor guests at that."   "How about we call a truce?" I offer.   "I can live with that," Vivian smiled.   "Cut the Kumbaya-time, kids," Rio snorted derisively. "Zane, what the fuck happened with Mercy?" Rio playfully punched Mercy's arm to emphasize her uncertainty.   "Rio, Bro, drop it," I asked sincerely. "Act like it didn't happen." Rio studied me a second, then got this wickedly evil grin.   "What the hell are you talking about, Glenda?" she hefted the box up then shook it. "It seems my damn box is glued shut. Are we celebrating one thousand cunts licked by you, or what?"   Because Rio rarely expounded at a level below full volume, next thing we hear is Mrs. Marlow snapping, "Ms. Talon, watch your language; there are good Christian women being forced to sit within the sound of your voice!"   "Gotcha, Ms. Mouthful," Rio snapped off with a snap and a finger raised up like a pistol in the air.   "What did you say?" Marlowe closed the distance.   "She was repeating what I pointed out," I turned and smiled. "I said that you really had it going together this morning; that you were more than a mouthful. That's a hip/trending term to describe someone who is expressing themselves through clothing and make-up."   "You are lying, Mr. Braxton," she snarled.   "You are probably right, as I do so to you on general principle, but good luck proving it in student court," I grinned right back. We locked wills and she blinked first.   "Ms. Phillips," Marlowe turned on Vivian, "what are you going to do about this?"   "Zane and Rio, would you please apologize for being rude and insensitive to an educator who only wishes the best for the student body?" Vivian requested.   "I so apologize," I bowed my head.   "I so apologize as well," Rio tacked on. Only after Marlowe had gone to spread love and sunshine somewhere else did Rio lean across me and whisper to Vivian.   "You rock!" Rio giggled gleefully. After all, Rio and I had not apologized to Mrs. Marlowe because neither one of us believed for a minute that she was 'an educator who only wishes the best for the student body'. To that nameless entity, we owed a debt, and to Mrs. Marlow we owed a generous 'fuck you,' and Vivian had made it all possible.   "Why, thank you, Rio," Vivian nodded her acceptance of Rio's praise. "Jesus is the Peacemaker and we all should attempt to emulate his teachings."   "So, I still don't get to lick you senseless?" Rio snickered.   "No, no, you don't," Vivian smiled, even though she didn't look at either of us. Vivian's going to rock as a mom.   The next half hour passed quietly. Everyone was curious about the boxes but no one was too worried until a rumor suddenly appeared. When it was suggested that they might have to put on bikinis, the fear set in. I blamed, I don't know but I wish I had thought of it. I was still kicking myself for the missed opportunity when my alien with the right face black and left face white shows up with the right face white and left face black, Mhain and Millicent.   "Death Match and you get to referee," Rio teased me. "I'm so jealous; 500 bucks on the one with the soul." Mhain glared hate at us while Millicent looked more than amused.   "Zane, come with us," Mhain gloated. I figured that somehow my ordeal was coming to an end so I'd play along. I rose and they steered me to the largest exit, flanking me.   Christina and Company grabbed their boxes and jumped up quickly to follow me, though they looked as confused as I was, confirming none of them were the architect of my discomfort. No sooner had we stepped into the cool, sunlit lawn than everyone's phone rang, except mine. I was loving this, right up there with having sandpaper buffing my sunburned abs.   "Open the box and follow the instructions," Christina informed me. "Is anyone going to do this?" My phone vibrated once, then my whole body tingled before I could respond to the call.   "I am," Mhain gloated. "I was promised something." She knelt and opened her box with enthusiasm; the others did likewise but at a more sedate pace.   What came out of each box was almost identical, different only in the anatomical part of the body indicated by the instructions. The objects were all grapefruit-sized fur-balls that made darling little squeaks, squeals and murmurs, amongst other sympathetic noises, all in tiny little voices. They were to be placed on my body, but I didn't know how that would work.   "Are we going to do this?" Chastity began to say.   "It isn't sticky," Hope was also saying when Mhain's flew out of her hand and hit the side of my left knee. She reached out carefully to retrieve hers while the other girls circled in. The little darlings were proving to be resilient little bastards. Several more leapt at me from the hands of their owners.   All this time the furry grapefruit were giving little 'wee!' noises when they shot at me and screeched like demons when they were removed, which was painful when they were on my flesh. I knew who was responsible and she was going to pay, but not right now. I saw my closest allies pulling back.   "TLM, Christina," I sighed in resignation. "Let's get this over with." I was being totally self-sacrificial; girls were starting to pile-up on us coming out of the Dining Hall. I didn't want a riot. Mhain had technically tagged me first but not in the designated spot, so I had Christina go first, she put one over my heart, not that I thought Cordelia was stupid, but now she was just piling it on.   Mhain went next and she was sizzling and excited, she put it on my lips, shutting me up. At least the girls were polite and organized enough to come at me patiently. A few didn't get the 'memo' and their little rug rats slipped out of their owner's grasp and got to play gleeful kamikaze as they plowed into me.   It didn't hurt but I had this secret fear that the tiny terrors would sprout fangs and tear into me. These little guys were murmuring and mumbling and it wasn't until I was truly buried that a horrific realization was made, the more that were on me, the greater their clinging power. In retrospect, this would have been more useful if we hadn't passed the 700 mark.   I looked like a puffy, overweight, Sasquatch baby. I could move but sitting down was a dream, as was running or going to the bathroom. The damn things wouldn't shut up either. It fell to Hope and Iona to hurry me (as much as possible) to Assembly; you know that place where I 'sit' in front. At least no one could ask me anything with the expectation of receiving an answer.   I no longer wondered how bad it could get; I knew it would get worse, and while I didn't know how, I knew it would be soon. At the start of Assembly my little friends joined in the singing, not using words but in the tinny little noises they made, though admittedly they were enthusiastic and determined. But it gets worse.   There was a discussion on stage after that fiasco about removing me. Chancellor Bazz wanted me gone; Vice Chancellor Scarlett was not in attendance but Virginia took up my cause. After all, it wasn't my fault, she claimed.   "Well, Black, do something," the first three rows heard Bazz demand of our Head of Security.   "I am not an engineer or a chemist," Black replied. "Do you want me to shoot them off him?"   Oh, yeah, my girl Bazz wanted that, so bad. Of course, what she really wanted was for Black to miss, but that wasn't going to happen. Finally, the teachers decided to soldier on. When Chancellor Bazz stepped up to begin services, the frightening fur-balls belted out 'Hail to the Chief.'   No one said a word, not a murmur. Chancellor Bazz stopped and the munchkin chorus stopped too. Two more starts later and she gave up and grudgingly took the 'praise' from my infestation. They were good throughout the message and sermon but took up 'Hail to the Chief' when she tried to leave the podium.   "Do something!" she screamed at Black. This time, Gabrielle sedately headed my way. I didn't want to think of the pain coming my way. My little buddies had my back. When she got within five feet the all screamed, and I mean SCREAMED, in the loudest cacophony most of us present had ever heard. I saw something I thought I would never see; Gabrielle flinched.   Not so oddly, I was fine, hearing almost nothing. The little guys on my ears soaked up the sound so I received a very watered-down version of what they were doing. Gabrielle fell back and at the five foot mark, the little guys shut up, mostly. They seemed to be making comforting noises to one another, like one Zane-sized colony of brown mold.   "Get away from him; just get away from him," good old Doctor Melrose Bazz pleaded as she moved her hands away from her ears. "Braxton, you stop this right now." I had a wee beastie on my mouth and Bazz was not on the small list of people I would devour this thing for. If she's looking for a conversation today, she's out of luck. She throws her hands up in desperation and starts to storm off. My little cock-sucking furry gonads (yes, I was getting angry) fired up 'Hail to the Chief' yet again, and kept at it until she sat down. Virginia got to thinking it's appropriate to call for the end of this travesty but she's dealing with Cordelia Dresden, Top Gun of the Time Lord Mafia. The weapon of choice; 'She's a Lady' by some guy named Tom Jones, the ladies in my life will inform me about this later.   For a half a second she tries to fight her smile but she surrenders, even letting the little guys go through the entire score before talking. The little tinny voices were humming a song I didn't know but damn it, it made me want to take Virginia out to a smoky Jazz club and dance until the sun came up. Virginia actually started tapping her foot to rhythm and I began thinking I might not be able to beat Cordelia. I'm not used to that sensation.   "Okay, now, whoever is doing this has put Zane through enough and should remember that we should, as Christians, make students feel safe and not make them subjects of humiliation," Virginia addressed the student body. "I think we can end Assembly fifteen minutes early today for a little bit of Christian charity. We can do it at Zane's first class, 204 Denning Hall."   By the way, I apparently have a play list. As Virginia headed back, the fella's changed it up with 'Baby Got Back'. I wanted to die. Virginia Goodswell has a truly fine ass, of this there is no doubt, I often compare it to Barbie Lynn's, but please. Virginia stopped, turned toward me with a dazzling smile and waggled her finger at me, then resumed her way to her seat.   How is any of this my fault? I imagine I was lucky it wasn't the Thong Song. I would have died, then come back as the undead to take Cordelia to hell with me. It was with some relief that Vivian and Hope rallied to my side. They had to both keep other students away, the other girls loved poking me in different critters to make them call out in different pitches and tenors, which was pleasant to hear if you liked overdosing on helium.   Surprise, surprise; no one came to my succor before English class. I couldn't sit down. Okay, I tried, but any part of my body that bent or that I sat on screamed bloody murder until I got off of it or stopped putting on the press. I've heard about girlfriends like this but I've always assumed I would have the courage to jump out of a 50 story building to escape.   What do you do if they come with you when you jump besides basking in the vicarious thrill that comes from crushing half of them beneath you before you go? I managed to do okay standing in the rear of the class, only once giving in to the crushing fatigue of holding my arms somewhat elevated for two hours. The two under my arms were especially cooperative and didn't get too vocal when my arms did slip to my sides.   I couldn't do a thing about the occasional girl twisting in her seat but either Raven's glare or Goodswell's cough brought their eyes forward once more. At the end of class, Virginia decided to call Ms. Black and have her take me to the Vice Chancellor's office to end this matter. Vivian and Mercy provided support while Gabrielle kept her distance and cleared a path.   Rio helped out by playing my musical miscreants as if they were a drum set while some part of the 700 members of my new posse and I yelled at her to leave us alone. She really is my best friend. My tragically slow pace was not my friend and everyone had to depart for their classes before I finished the arduous travel to the Administration Building. Gabrielle's eyes measuring you for a casket is a remarkable motivator but didn't stop Rio from blowing a kiss to her "Mi Negro Naughtiness". I know, I know; one day, Rio is just going to vanish without a trace.   "Ms. Reveal, I need an emergency meeting with the Vice Chancellor," Ms. Black requested of Doctor Scarlett's personal assistant. Ms. Reveal didn't miss Gabrielle keeping her distance from me. She did make the call and I noticed the pictures of Ms. Mittens were still in evidence.   "Who are you inside that suit?" Ms. Reveal asked me.   I guess she assumed I wasn't a real baby Sasquatch; I was really a baby Sasquatch disguised as a half-baked marshmallow. If three geeks and a man working beneath his means jump out at me with proton-packs, I am running for my life, which is to say 'I'm going to die.'   "This is Zane. He is not being rude, he can't speak," Ms. Black was kind enough to cover for me.   "Oh, I understand," Ms. Reveal nodded, but in such a way that expressed she didn't understand anything. "You two can go in now," she said several awkward seconds later.   "Zane, you move as close to Ms. Reveal's desk as you can while I get the door for you," Gabrielle instructed me. "Come in when I call for you."   I'm sure Marisol Reveal was curious as to why Gabrielle was dancing around me, trying to keep her distance. We almost made it; right as she made it to the doorway, Doctor Scarlett opened the door and attempted to see what the delay was. She was actually putting an award on a shelf she had just received, the reason she missed Assembly, if you find that suspicious, and was placing it on a shelf near the door.   Gabrielle responded as any slightly unbalanced killer would do; she spun around, pulled out her gun from the unseen Realm of the Gods of War, and pointed it at the stunned Victoria. That took her one half-step too close to me and my little fellas let the world know it. I will give them this much; they were still defending my eardrums.   By the way Marisol was holding her ears as her tears flowed down her face it must have been pure agony for her since I was right next to her. Gabrielle scoped up Victoria and sprinted into her office and they obediently shut up.   "Za-, Zane, what was that?" Marisol blathered. Since the furry meatball gone bad was still on my lips and I hadn't become that hungry, I kept my silence.   "Zane!" Gabrielle called for me. I did my best to shrug but it wasn't like I had a neck anymore so I don't know what she made of my movement. I shuffled to the door and got a few good squeaks as I moved inside. I was more than a little disturbed by the reaction I received from Doctor Scarlett when she saw me from her seat behind her desk. She looked at me and I swear, hand to my heart, she had an orgasm.   "You are covered in Tribbles," she gasped. I had no fucking clue what a Tribble is but apparently, I was in the vast minority. I staggered forward and since Gabrielle was on the right side of the room, I angled to the left. I move halfway around Doctor Scarlett's desk so that Gabrielle could go close the door, where she took up post and, from what happened next engaged a Romulan Cloaking Device, whatever the Muggle-tech that is.   Victoria was in some sort of dream-like trance. When she started stumbling around the desk toward me, I waited for the musical assault that never came. To my credit, I caught on in a second. If these creatures existed, singing wasn't their normal activity, and Cordelia wanted these little 'Squeaky Meals' to be as real as possible, for Victoria. I was nothing but bait.   Victoria reached out to caress the same one Christina had placed over my heart. The little bugger cooed and Victoria clamped her thighs together to contain another orgasm that coursed through her loins. Cool, all I have to do to feel the wonders of Victoria Scarlett is dress myself in furry grapefruit. I'm kicking myself for not seeing this obvious ploy.   She touches more and each makes a subtly different purr of pleasure. This goes on and on until she's cuddled up against me, her arms stroking over my back and rubbing her left leg up and down mine.   "Vice Chancellor, you do realize Zane Braxton is TRAPPED inside those, contraptions," Gabrielle sounds the slightest bit peeved.   The troops all make those little high-pitched notes of longing as Victoria retreats a few steps, bringing Victoria almost to the point where she launches herself back into me to comfort her little friends. I am second fiddle to a discombobulated guinea pig; sometimes a man can feel pretty small.   "Okay. How did this happen to you, Zane?" Victoria asked.   "He cannot talk; one of those Tribbles is attached to his lips," Black stated, "by an unknown force. Before you ask; I am not an engineer or chemist." Victoria made this adorable little 'o' expression, then reached for an offending Tribble.   "It hurts him to remove them," Gabrielle got out just in time.   "Does it hurt the Tribble?" Victoria inquired. Gee, thanks, Vic.   "Hold your ears," Gabrielle commanded. Well, I couldn't comply, and Victoria had only started to scream 'stop' when Gabrielle materialized a knife and speared 'Diddley-boo' off my shoulder.   I heard the little guy's death wail, then his death rattle, as Gabrielle pulled him/her away until she was out of screaming range. Diddley-boo? No, I have no idea what his/her name really was but I'm going to have ICE check his immigration status when all of this is over, wait, I can't do that; Gabrielle wacked the little snot and giving her up to the Feds is a great way to create many widows and orphans. Diddley-boo was still twitching erratically while Victoria was stuck between ecstasy and horror.   "You are a Klingon agent!" Victoria gasped as she pointed an accusatory finger at Gabrielle. I am vaguely aware that they are the stock-villains of Star Trek Universe and this odd snapshot of rightly tight, athletic buns in tighter pants, but the reference memory for the scene escapes me. By the facial reaction Gabrielle gives, Victoria just called candy sweet, or jalapenos hot; she appreciates the comparison.   All the surviving members of the Tribble tribe wept a cacophony of pain and loss. I would have had more sympathy if their moans had not been vibrating my body like a jello mold.   "Romulan," Gabrielle countered; the other stock Trekkie villains, but they have better teeth. First amongst our Honored Dead, DB hardly quivers as Ms. Black dissects it.   It bleeds/oozes and appears to be a living organism of some kind, but Gabrielle points to several electronic devices, a CPU, and wires connecting all kinds of things inside the organic body.   "It is an organic husk over a sensory/auditory device," Gabrielle tried to explain.   "Oh, my God," Victoria's mind worked feverish to defy reality, "they've been turned into Borgs."   She tore the one attached to my lips off. I didn't cry like a televangelist publicly begging God for forgiveness for a moment, or 147 moments, of weakness with a rather sad-looking prostitute, but that was coming.   You see, Victoria gripped her weeping diminutive fuzzy engine of humiliation tightly when she yanked it off, so she let go of it because the little blighter sounded hurt.   It gave off a more muted and mournful 'wee' as it smacked into the corner of my mouth. I was able to dodge a direct hit.   "Scarlett," Gabrielle seethed, "if, you, would, listen, for, a, moment; they are painful to be removed from his flesh and they will attempt to reattach themselves to him if they are brought within one foot. I have no idea why."   "Zane, are you in much pain?" Doctor Scarlett inquired while scanning my body fungi.   "Yes, but I'm sure if you kick me in the nuts, I'll feel better," I mumbled through a joke.   "I can't do that," Victoria gasped. "You have Tribbles down there." Yes, I feel special.   "That's it," Gabrielle snapped. "I'm going to get help." She spun around and breezed out the door, slamming it in her wake.   "Thanks for abandoning me, Gabby," I shouted as loud as I was able. "It's not like Vic's totally lost her mind or anything like that."   "I have not lost my mind," Victoria responded with a deceptively calm, soothing tone. She reinforced my calm by locking the door, then locking in the deadbolt, yes, I felt much safer.   My merry band of orphan coconuts helped things along the cliffs of sanity by cooing and 'talking' to Victoria as she walked around the office, and she gaily responded to them.   "Ms. Reveal, this is going to be a difficult intervention. Inform me when lunch time gets here," Victoria communicated to her assistant, then added, "I need a box of outdoor trash bags; leave them at the door."   Having a hot lady like Victoria Scarlett lock the door and asking for almost 3 hours of 'alone' time with me is a mature pipe dream of mine, and that dream really meets a bloody end when she asks for roughly 30 bags with a fifty-gallon capacity each. If she pulls out a hacksaw or a 'cow-stunner,' I'm racing for the window behind the Doc's desk. I'll be gone in 90 seconds, sort of like an inexpensive microwave dinner.   Doctor Scarlett returned to her desk, turned her spy-cam around, and started making calls. I honestly maintained a miniscule hope that she might still help me. She was talking curtly to another doctor whose name I didn't recognize. What came out of her mouth next sounded like a combination of eating raw meat all your life and gargling with sand regularly; add to that an inflection of someone wanting to kick elementary kids into the paths of oncoming busses and you had the language she was using.   Victoria's stance even changed. She thrust out her chest, put her hands on her hips, and a predatory sneer took up permanent residency on her lips. She even beat on her desk hard during this little exchange before laughing in a way that made kittens piss on themselves before you hung them.   "Vice Chancellor, Doctor Victoria Scarlett, umm, what's going on?" I said careful.   I'm not so much terrified of Victoria at this point, as I am suspicious of my ability to fight at the moment.   "Everything is fine, Zane," Victoria assured me. "In essence, I am bringing in some experts in the field. You can trust me on this; we've been expecting contact like this for years." Huh?   "So, ah, that was an Albanian Biologist?" I hoped.   "No, that was Vor' Dura, Flight Leader of the Blood Quasar Fleet of the Klingon Empire," Victoria explained sedately, in the same way any SANE individual described a Navy Commander. She turned her computer screen so I could see the person's profile pic.   "How does she breathe in that thing?" I wondered. "That's one hell of a corset."   "That isn't a corset, Zane, its body armor. My suit was created by the same armorer," she stated.   "You have something like that?" I boggled.   "Yes, the precise same suit. Vor' Dura is not as blessed by her bloodlines, she's shorter, but otherwise, we are identical; our alliance ended recently and soon she must face me in ritual combat; yield or die." 'Yield or die' isn't what is centermost in my mind.   "Don't your boobs ever pop out of that thing?" Because if you have been paying any attention; I am an idiot where sex is even a remote possibility. Victoria can't meet my gaze but turns as red as her namesake.   "On a few occasions," she confessed. I'm thinking 'a few'. "Now I have a few more calls to make."   Yes, she's lost her ever-loving mind, and I have no reasonable expectation of exit or rescue. I won't be able to get up enough speed to bust out of the window so being on the first floor is meaningless. She has the deadbolt key and when I stack up my Tribbles against her Science Fiction fanaticism, I lose. She turns the monitor around and makes her next call. This one starts with the victory salute, but the one done with two fingers to each side.   "Excellent news," Vicky declares. "We have confirmation of the temporal events from Deep Space Nine. I have compelling data that I have encountered genetic derivatives of the dominant herbivorous life forms of Iota Geminorum IV." And everything went to turkey-based insanity after that. Again, they spoke rapidly in a language I knew nothing about. They acted like giddy little schoolgirls, just schoolgirls with their emotions surgically removed.   The final call went much same way except that this time, the tone of the language was like the second but with the taint of a sleazy pimp or grifter thinking she was a mob boss. These were the kinds of girls you never let babysit your kids if you ever wanted to see them again. The way Vic looked at me and the fellas made me worry about how long I could last in her brothel and inspired an unexpected sympathy for these pests.   "Zane, do you promise to stay here while I, umm, get some, umm outfits?" Victoria requests respectfully. She realizes she's asking me a bizarre favor. Balthazar's Balls, I've been tied to a cross; how much worse can this be? She scoots up to me, kisses me chastely on the lips and waits.   "It is a given that my morning class schedule is toast, and I'm no stranger to the entertainment industry so knock yourself out," I allow, but I will have to pee at some time."   "Check; I'll stop by the infirmary and get a catheter," she nods, then she kisses me lightly on the lips once more. "Thank you for this, Zane."   She's off like a shot but is careful enough to get the deadbolt on the way out. Since I doubt Ms. Reveal can get a fire-axe through the door if the building catches fire, my buddies and I really are going to experience total protonic reversal on a life-ending scale. Only now does it occur to me that these fuzzy navels might have toxic side effects.   I'm waiting around for God-knows how long when I hear some muffled noises, more muffled than having a Tribble in my ear.   Scratch, scratch, "Girl, you get away from that door," Ms. Reveal shouted (I guess).   "Quick, Mercy, hold her back," Rio shouted in response. "This deadbolt is a bitch."   A scuffle ensued and I tried to shout loud enough to call Rio off when I heard two rapid-fire thumps.   "Thank you, Ms. Black," Marisol Reveal huffed. Mercy had put up quite a fight, I guessed. "I will formally press charges when the Vice Chancellor returns."   "You will go and sit your ass behind your desk, you incompetent buffoon," Black snapped. "I will deal with this and if you bother me again today, or mention this incident to Scarlett, I swear you will never see your cat again; and if you don't hop-to in the next six seconds, I'll make an audio recording of me strangling that shit-dumper and play it by your bedroom window every night until you go mad. Do I make myself clear?"   "Ugh," is all I make out, but I hear Marisol's chair squeak soon after. The sound of a body, or bodies, being drug off faded away as Black left the office and headed down the hall. Hell, I warned Marisol. I can't do anything for Rio right now and I don't have too long to ruminate.   "Marisol, are you okay?" I hear Victoria ask her assistant. It is a testament to their bond that even the hysterical Doctor doesn't miss her friend's distress.   "Sorry, Victoria, I'm a bit, umm, heart-sick is all," Marisol murmurs. "Don't you worry about it."   "Well, when you want to talk about it, let me know," Victoria stated. Marisol must have nodded because no words were spoken and Victoria came in with two carry-on bags and three dress bags while kicking the trash bag box ahead of her. Happy fun time was about to begin.   "Sorry for the wait, Zane," Victoria told me.   "Doctor," I made a desperate Hail Mary plea for reason, "you are a highly respected educator. We really need to take a step back and re-examine what's going on here."   "Zane, this is my first teaching job ever," she related as she checked on the progress of her 'Trekkie' Posse.   "My doctorate is in Philosophy; my Master's Degrees are in Comparative Religions and Women's Studies," she informed me. "All my graduate work was done as a researcher. I've never had a student." I blink dumbly at her; and here I thought my opinion of the Board of Directors couldn't get worse.   Victoria goes over the language dance with her friends, switching fluidly from tongue to tongue in a manner that impresses and even fascinates me; and I've been to Bangkok where if you are trying to buy and/or sell anything and don't speak at least ten different languages or dialects, you might as well hand them your wallet or purse and go home. "Who do we need?" Vic said in English (just making sure everyone knows that the Tribbles aren't suddenly translating for me).   "Kar'Thon," Vor' Dura states eagerly; "This matter is a racial imperative."   "Are you sure the young man is old enough?" The second woman inquired. "Jarrod went all obsessive last time a boy crossed our path. We almost sent the kid to college."   "That's what you get for marrying a Ferengi," Dura snidely remarked, and the rest laughed along with it; meanwhile, I'm going 'a what?'   Some infighting goes on until Victoria and 'I married a Ferengi' call for peace, then babble a little more. Then the name 'Zane Braxton' comes up and I'm not sure I'm happy or sad that only one of them replies in what was clearly elation and surprise, the sleazy one knows of me.   "Zane, I need to surgically remove some of the alien organisms," Victoria tells me.   "It is going to sting like hell," I mutter, to which Vor' Dura says something and sleazy girl laughs. I do not like where this is going at all. On the bright side, Victoria doesn't rip one off of me right away; she goes over to one of the dress bags and opens it up.   She's pulling out bondage gear, oops, my bad; she's getting ready to put on Klingon body armor. I have lost all preconceptions of what I was dealing with once Scarlett began stripping in front of me. She even gave me an appreciative smile and I was the one who was doing the appreciating! The little fuckers started going off. Remember, they don't like being moved and I was moving some around at the moment.   No, my legs and arms were perfectly still but my crotch was striking up a chorus, its Handel's Messiah. There was this 'still' moment where Victoria stopped opening her blouse and the three strangers regarding me through the webcam became mute; then the laughter began. Victoria resumed her stripping but she couldn't stop smiling and snickering slightly.   The three, the Klingon uber-cook or whatever she was and her two unknown accomplices, were laughing so hard they could barely communicate. It got better; when I was fully aroused and stopped moving around my pants, they didn't shut up and I was suddenly, desperately searching my mind to know how long that song was.   This was because Vic got down to her, Oh, fuck, this white thong, and calling it white is generous as it looks like someone stole an under-achieving spider's web and gently placed it over her crotch, and I know my hard-on was not going anywhere but into something before it went away.   Victoria was working her make-up on when two of the voices got themselves together enough to ask something. Vic looked up at the web-cam, over to me, then said a few sentences.   "So, which one of you likes your ankles placed behind your ears?" I politely asked in Thai.   "What was that, Brax' Zane?" Victoria asked.   "I'm curious if I can take your virginity with my tongue?" I continued in Thai.   "I cannot understand you," Victoria said again. "What are, ah, "   "I think we should engage the Federation citizen in the Galactic Basic," the second voice requested of the room. The third voice, the sleaze, said one more then in her native tongue, then the second voice, and Victoria jumped on her.   "I said, 'I think the native is getting restless'," sleazy girl grudgingly repeated. "Now, I think we should see if our plan 1.0 can be implemented."   "Before the scourges make themselves hoarse shrilling out the hellish noise or I lose patience, transport over there, and kill them myself," Dura growled playfully. I'm glad someone else was having fun. Victoria walked up and took a deep breath, which caused her well-disciplined, thirty-ish breasts to bounce tantalizingly close. Her look was desperately fearful yet almost childlike too.   "Kar'Thon, I desperately require your assistance before these creatures drive me mad," I tried to sound masculine yet pleading. On the computer screen, Dura quickly slammed her right fist to her right shoulder; I was later to learn that was a salute.   "This is no way for a Starfleet cadet to die," Victoria beamed at me, "even if I know I must someday slaughter you in battle." Whoa, I've never considered NASA as a career choice.   Maybe Klingon bondage gear/standard uniform could change my mind. The first person to tell me university life is boring I will punt to the Moon.   "I am T'Luminareth of the Vulcan Science Academy and Reserve member of the Starfleet Exploration Corps here," the second voice spoke up. I caught sight of a picture of her with this, troll? Or maybe a dwarf with the worst case of cauliflower ear ever. "I would like to assure you that every logical effort is being put forth on your behalf."   "Is that right, Tight Luminescence? Is it going to kill you to show a fellow sentient an ounce of compassion when you know he is about to suffer a fatal toxic shock from prolonged exposure to these vermin?" the third girl snarkily interjected into the conversation. "I'm Hical Cretak, Romulan freebooter and purveyor of ancient, exotic, and misunderstood goods."   "You are a thief, and since you aren't in some asteroid prison, you must be an above average one," I said to the Romulan. "I confess that I am a bit happier to see a member of the Vulcan Science Academy since, well, I'm suffering a splintered memory. Some things make perfect sense but large details are simply missing." I figured I could provide Victoria some good game.   She began rubbing my crotch and there was an effect alright, two in fact. The simple and expectant one was my trouser titan trying to unchain itself so it could get revenge on all of Victoria's orifices for taunting him so. My torturous tiny titmice began belting 'Let's get it on' by Marvin Gaye. I think as an infant, I had a mobile playing this song in my crib.   I started to really admire T'Luminareth's acting ability because she alone kept it together. Victoria made larger and larger circles over my crotch up to my beltline while Dura and Hical lost it hysterically.   "Pssst," I murmured to Victoria. She looked at me and I darted my eyes toward her makeup kit and clothes. I am getting more clothes on her, why?   Besides, I'd gotten a better look at her suit and it didn't have a butt-zipper that said 'Come Get Some,' but those pants rolled down like a candy wrapper and that 'body armor' has a back flap. I'd have to get Rio a set and I doubted Victoria would deny me her armorer's number. I was definitely looking into getting Mercy a matching Orion Slave Girl outfit, and here people don't think I make constructive use of my time.   I was sure Victoria/Kar'Thon was breaking speed records to get herself ready while the other ladies began talking to me about a whole universe that was brand new to me. Getting three different and very conflicting versions of the rise of the Human-dominated Federation of Planets was amusing.   Out of the blue, T'Luminareth decided she was going to create a team to rapidly move to my planet and take me back for further study. Vor' Dora countered that and Hical gleefully sought out salvage rights for the wreckage of the two expeditions.   "That might not be possible," I intervened. "Some of what you've told me has fused some memories together." They all fell silent.   "At Starfleet Academy, an Engineering Team and a select group of cadets," I continued to fantasize, "were directed to work on a, phased ionic drive." Ion drive was 'old' tech, or so Hical had let slip. "The drive failed catastrophically and we couldn't save the impulse drive, power was failing, we couldn't transport. The phased ionic drive detonated in the planet's atmosphere, creating a trans-harmonic disruption. I don't know if there were other survivors of our vessel. I saw another vessel either investigating our explosion or attempting a rescue but they burned up on their approach," I looked pained. "I don't think I could communicate with them and the only survivor I could locate was Kar'Thon."   "Only a combination of our two vessels' technology has been able to punch a hole through the disruption and I'm not sure how long this effect will last." I now sounded grim but determined. "We probably need three things: We need to know if there were any special modifications to the Klingon Scout vessel because I don't think it was a standard model to get so close to an experimental Federation vessel."   "Secondly, someone needs to pry out of Starfleet the precise specifications of that vessel, and that's definitely not me," I confessed. "Finally, we need to find a way to fuse those two designs together because if Tribbles are already being affected by an increased magnetic field, how much longer do we have before even the planet's magnetic field collapses totally and we fry (a SciFi movie plot, thank you)."   Once more, there was silence and I was afraid I'd stepped way beyond my bounds. Only when I took in the masked facial expressions of Kar'Thon did I realize I'd done well. I was hit with the realization I was a word and a whisper away from having sex with her, she was so pleased with me.   "I have friends at Starfleet Academy and they might be able to shed a light on what their cadets were up to," T'Luminareth stated serenely, but I could see a fire in her eyes. "I will research into every work published on Phased Ionic Drives, and we may be forced to work on a theory of what went wrong in case Starfleet is not forthcoming."   "Not that I admit that the Klingon Empire ever had any such vessel operating in the area, Vor' Dura got out before Hical Cretak interrupted.   "You have an officer on the damn planet, you cowardly idiot," mocked Hical.   "I am a deserter," Kar'Thon declared. "I would say I was a 'scum of the Orion Colonies' but I found that you already claimed that title," she aimed at Hical.   "You must die, you traitorous dog," Dura jumped on the offered plum. Thon/Victoria wasn't a deserter but she was ready to take one for the team, so to speak. "The Klingon Empire cannot allow your stain on our honor to exist. Now that we finally have you pinned down, we are coming to end you once and for all, and if the Federation insists on harboring a traitor (we were theoretically in Federation space) then,   "I owe you a death, Vor' Dura," Thon seethed; "your death."   "You may not enter Federation space," T'Luminareth insisted.   "Before you two go to war, again, why don't you let me go in," Hical mediated. "I'm a free trader and have been to both Federation and Klingon planets."   "You are a spy," Vor' Dura growled.   "Being a successful agent doesn't make you any less of spy for your Romulan Senate," T'Luminareth seemed almost furious.   "Unfounded rumors started by my, Hical almost finished before the Tribbles screamed. Not as loud as they had for Ms. Black, but they now didn't like Thon around either, now that Victoria was a Klingon. Cordelia scares me; this time Hical had the little 'hiccup'.   "This is going to be fun," she chuckled, barely above a whisper.   "I will get these vermin no matter how much they hurt the frail human," Kar'Thon snarled, but Victoria's eyes blazed with fanatic amusement. I was mildly curious if she could even respond to her true name but decided not to test that. She pulled out a rather wicked looking knife that I had to double-take to make sure it was plastic.   The conversation went on around us as fictitious bits of data collided with innuendo, falsehoods, threats, and lies. This was roleplaying by some actors who took it as

Eine Geschichte voller Konflikte zu Beginn des Spätmittelalters rund um das Mittelmeer: Wir sprechen über Roger de Flor, der erst Tempelritter und später Pirat wird und als Freibeuter für den sizilianischen König in See sticht. Bis er als Söldnerführer die Katalanische Kompanie ins Byzantinische Reich führt, um dort Kleinasien zu erobern. // Erwähnte Folgen - GAG514: Anna Komnene – Prinzessin, Intellektuelle und Historikerin – https://gadg.fm/514 - GAG519: Die Warägergarde – https://gadg.fm/519 - GAG133: Alexios Komnenos und der Erste Kreuzzug – https://gadg.fm/133 - GAG289: Ein Kreuzzug, der einen ungeahnten Verlauf nahm – https://gadg.fm/289 - GAG377: Aufstieg und Fall des Templerordens – https://gadg.fm/377 - GAG148: Das Ende der Welt – Friedenskaiser und falsche Friedriche – https://gadg.fm/148 - GAG476: Boabdil und das Ende Granadas – https://gadg.fm/476 // Literatur - Christian Vogel: Roger de Flor – Lebensgeschichte eines Templerpiraten. Durchblicke zur Mittelmeerwelt, 2012. //Aus unserer Werbung Du möchtest mehr über unsere Werbepartner erfahren? Hier findest du alle Infos & Rabatte: https://linktr.ee/GeschichtenausderGeschichte //Geschichten aus der Geschichte jetzt auch als Brettspiel! Werkelt mit uns am Flickerlteppich! Gibt es dort, wo es auch Becher, T-Shirts oder Hoodies zu kaufen gibt: https://geschichte.shop // Wir sind jetzt auch bei CampfireFM! Wer direkt in Folgen kommentieren will, Zusatzmaterial und Blicke hinter die Kulissen sehen will: einfach die App installieren und unserer Community beitreten: https://www.joincampfire.fm/podcasts/22 //Wir haben auch ein Buch geschrieben: Wer es erwerben will, es ist überall im Handel, aber auch direkt über den Verlag zu erwerben: https://www.piper.de/buecher/geschichten-aus-der-geschichte-isbn-978-3-492-06363-0 Wer unsere Folgen lieber ohne Werbung anhören will, kann das über eine kleine Unterstützung auf Steady oder ein Abo des GeschichteFM-Plus Kanals auf Apple Podcasts tun. Wir freuen uns, wenn ihr den Podcast bei Apple Podcasts oder wo auch immer dies möglich ist rezensiert oder bewertet. Wir freuen uns auch immer, wenn ihr euren Freundinnen und Freunden, Kolleginnen und Kollegen oder sogar Nachbarinnen und Nachbarn von uns erzählt! Du möchtest Werbung in diesem Podcast schalten? Dann erfahre hier mehr über die Werbemöglichkeiten bei Seven.One Audio: https://www.seven.one/portfolio/sevenone-audio

(November 05, 2025) Amy King and Neil Saavedra join Bill for Handel on the News. Prop 50 in California, approving democrats to redraw state congressional maps. Mamdani defeats Cuomo is NYC mayor’s race. At least 7 dead, 11 injured in UPS plane crash and explosion at Kentucky airport. Israel says Hamas has returned the remains of another hostage.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Der Status des US-Dollars als Weltreservewährung ermöglicht es den USA, ihre Inflation zu exportieren und über ihre Verhältnisse zu leben – auf Kosten aller anderen. Die große Frage ist, wie lange dieses System aufrechterhalten werden kann. Es gibt bereits Versuche, Alternativen zu schaffen: den chinesischen Yuan oder Renminbi, die BRICS-Initiativen zum Handel in lokalen oderWeiterlesen

Den här veckan har det hänt otroligt mycket – både i Sverige och på andra sidan Atlanten:Världens högst värderade bolag Nvidia når fem biljoner dollar i börsvärde, efter att man presenterat planer om kvantdatorer och nya miljardaffärer. Den svenska snackisen Intellego flyttar fram sin rapport efter en tid av stor volatilitet, vad betyder det egentligen? Sällsynta jordartsmetaller och kärnkraft behövs båda för att driva AI-revolutionen, men hur intressanta är de att investera i just nu?Besök IG.COM⁠⁠⁠⁠Prenumerera på Morgonrapporten av Patrick Thomenius⁠⁠Optioner är komplexa finansiella instrument. Handel med dessa instrument medför en hög risk för snabb förlust av pengar.CFD-kontrakt är komplexa instrument som innebär stor risk för snabba förluster på grund av hävstången. 71 % av alla icke-professionella kunder förlorar pengar på CFD-handel hos den här leverantören. Du bör tänka efter om du förstår hur CFD-kontrakt fungerar, och om du har råd med den stora risken för att förlora dina pengar.

(November 04,2025)Amy King and Neil Saavedra join Bill for Handel on the News. Former Vice President Dick Cheney dies at 84. Polls open today for California's special election. California appeals court strikes down Huntington Beach voter ID law. World Series Game 7 ratings largest since 2017. YouTube declines Disney's proposal to restore ABC for election coverage.

#110.In this special meez podcast feature, Amy Guittard of the namesake chocolate brand leads a discussion with acclaimed chefs Suzanne Goin and Michael Mina, and hospitality tech founders Ryan Handel and Josh Sharkey, on the intersection of creativity and profitability—where inspiration meets the realities of running a business.  They explore the unique challenges and rewarding experiences of running independent restaurants. Key topics include balancing passion with profitability, fostering creativity within constraints, and the vital role restaurants play in community building. The discussion also delves into strategies for driving revenue, understanding the true costs of a dish, and the importance of teamwork in the kitchen. The episode underscores the collective effort needed to preserve independent restaurants, which are essential for reflecting broader humanity and culture.A huge thank you to Brad Metzger and the BMRS team for putting on another spectacular LA Chef Conference this year!Links and resources

US-Präsident Trump betont, dass außer den Vereinigten Staaten kein anderes Land in den Besitz der hochentwickelten Chips von Nvidia kommen soll. Nvidia-CEO Huang äußerte hingegen Hoffnungen auf Handel mit China, bislang gebe es jedoch keine Pläne.

Het Duitse industrie-bedrijf Bosch wil in het ergste geval ruim duizend werknemers eerder naar huis sturen omdat ze minder kunnen werken door een tekort aan chips van Nexperia. Daar is volgens een woordvoerder sprake van bij minstens twee fabrieken van het bedrijf dat geldt als een belangrijke leverancier van auto-onderdelen. Niels Kooloos vertelt erover in deze Tech Update. Hoewel China heeft gemeld dat de Chinese fabrieken van Nexperia weer chips mogen exporteren, blijft de situatie voor afnemers onzeker. Die moeten namelijk wel een vergunning aanvragen bij het Chinese ministerie van Handel als ze weer Nexperia-chips willen afnemen. Bovendien blijft het de vraag of de Chinese tak van Nexperia in staat is om daadwerkelijk chips te leveren. Doordat de Nederlandse overheid in september de controle overnam bij het bedrijf, dat gevestigd is in Nijmegen, heeft de Chinese tak van Nexperia zich onafhankelijk verklaard. Bosch wil graag dat de Duitse overheid een deel van het salaris van het personeel gaat betalen dat eerder naar huis mag. Dat kan, via de zogeheten Kurzarbeit-regeling die speciaal bedoeld is voor personeel dat minder kan werken in Duitsland. Verder in deze Tech Update: Eén van de belangrijkste trainingssets voor AI is 2 miljoen Nederlandse nieuwsartikelen armer, dankzij een verzoek van Stichting BREIN See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

(November 03,2025)Heather Brooker and Neil Saavedra join Bill for Handel on the News. Dodgers defeat Blue Jays in World Series Game 7 to cement a dynasty. Dodgers World Series win sparks chaos in LA streets – police deploy tear gas after being struck with fireworks. Worst weekend for air traffic controller staffing since start of shutdown.

Auf der Weltkarte ist die Inselgruppe kaum auffindbar: Aber die Cookinseln werden aus geostrategischen Gründen, wegen der Bedeutung des Pazifiks für den Handel und der Bodenschätze im Meer, immer wichtiger. China und die USA ringen um Einfluss. Justus, Christiane www.deutschlandfunk.de, Hintergrund

Die Industrie klagt über steigende Kosten durch den Emissionshandel. Umweltminister Carsten Schneider (SPD) weist die Kritik als zu pauschal zurück. Man könne darüber reden, den Handel mit Zertifikaten in der EU länger als geplant zu ermöglichen. May, Philipp www.deutschlandfunk.de, Interviews

300 neue Filialen in drei Jahren: Der neue CEO des Modehändlers Takko will mit einer rasanten Expansion im stationären Handel in neue Umsatzregionen vorstoßen. Im OMR Podcast verrät der Italiener, warum ihn der Job bei Takko nach Stationen bei H&M und dem Schmuckhersteller Pandora so gereizt hat, warum der ideale Standort einer Filiale in der Nähe eines Lidl oder Aldi ist – und warum die ideale Marktposition von Takko zwischen H&M und Kik ist.

Annabel Croft first picked up a tennis racquet at the age of nine. Within six years, she'd become the youngest British player to compete in the Wimbledon main draw for almost a century. At the age of 17, she won the junior championships at both Wimbledon and the Australian Open, and at 18 she was the British number one. Then – aged 21 – she retired from tennis and moved into broadcasting. She was soon back at the world's major tennis tournaments, this time as a commentator and reporter. In 2023 her competitive spirit found a new outlet: she took part in Strictly Come Dancing on BBC One and came fourth. Her musical choices include works by Pachelbel, Handel, John Rutter and Prokofiev. Presenter Michael Berkeley Producer Clare Walker

Handel on the Law. Marginal Legal Advice.

Handel on the Law. Marginal Legal Advice.

Handel on the Law, Marginal Legal Advice.

Ameln, Leonard www.deutschlandfunk.de, Kommentare und Themen der Woche

87 Prozent der Unternehmenschefs sagen: Die größte Gefahr für ihre Geschäfte ist die geopolitische Instabilität. Darüber sprechen wir unter anderem mit Bayer-CEO Bill Anderson und Union-Fraktionschef Jens Spahn.

87 Prozent der Unternehmenschefs sagen: Die größte Gefahr für ihre Geschäfte ist die geopolitische Instabilität. Darüber sprechen wir unter anderem mit Bayer-CEO Bill Anderson und Union-Fraktionschef Jens Spahn.

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(October 31, 2025)IT'S FOODIE FRIDAY! Food enthusiast and host of ‘The Fork Report' on KFI Neil Saavedra joins Bill to talk about less food in restaurants but not for why you might think, Wicked Cake, and Costco Zombie Apocalypse $3,000 food supply. The show closes with ‘Ask Handel Anything.'

(October 31, 2025)Heather Brooker and Neil Saavedra join Bill for Handel on the News. Firefighters were ordered to leave smoldering Palisades burn site. President Trump calls for end of Senate filibuster to break funding stalemate. Dave Roberts challenges Dodgers batter for World Series game 6.

(October 30, 2025)Heather Brooker and Neil Saavedra join Bill for Handel on the News. Trump-Xi summit results in US lowering tariffs and Chisa easing rare Earth restrictions. Fed cuts interest rates despite steady inflation and missing data from shutdown. Dodgers make costly mistakes in World Series Game 5 loss vs Blue Jays. Trump orders Pentagon to start testing nuclear weapons ‘on an equal basis' with other countries.

Wir springen in dieser Folge ins 18. Jahrhundert. Frankreich, das sich nach den Verlusten im Zuge des Siebenjährigen Kriegs wieder global behaupten will, beschließt eine Expedition zur Weltumseglung zu organisieren. Geleitet von Louis-Antoine de Bougainville, soll die Expedition vor allem Pflanzen aus aller Welt sammeln und für Frankreich zu Geld machen. Der Botaniker Philibert de Commerson ist jener Mann, in den die Hoffnungen gesteckt werden, dieses Ziel zu erreichen. Wir sprechen in dieser Folge über diese Expedition, die aber noch eine Überraschung auf Lager hat. Denn eine der mitreisenden Personen hat ein Geheimnis, das erst im Laufe der Weltumseglung gelüftet wird. // Erwähnte Folgen - GAG126: Für immer im Eis – die Franklin Expedition – https://gadg.fm/126 - GAG324: Mit dem Ballon zum Nordpol – Andrées Polarexpedition von 1897 – https://gadg.fm/324 - GAG152: Ernest Shackleton und die Endurance-Expedition – https://gadg.fm/152 - GAG49: Der „Dig Tree“ und die erste Durchquerung Australiens – https://gadg.fm/49 - GAG520: Die Jagd nach dem Großen Panda – https://gadg.fm/520 - GAG322: Portugal und der Seeweg nach Indien – https://gadg.fm/322 - GAG468: Arabia Felix oder Die Dänisch-Arabische Expedition – https://gadg.fm/468 - GAG496: Sophie Germain – https://gadg.fm/496 - GAG139: Als Voltaire die Lotterie knackte und steinreich wurde – https://gadg.fm/139 - GAG279: Muskat und Manhattan – https://gadg.fm/279 // Literatur - Glynis Ridley. The Discovery of Jeanne Baret: A Story of Science, the High Seas, and the First Woman to Circumnavigate the Globe. Crown Publishers, 2011. - John Dunmore. Monsieur Baret. Heritage Press, 2023. - Londa Schiebinger. Plants and Empire: Colonial Bioprospecting in the Atlantic World. Harvard University Press, 2009. - Louis-Antoine de Bougainville. Voyage Autour Du Monde, Par La Frégate Du Roi La Boudeuse, et La Flûte L'Étoile; En 1766, 1767, 1768 & 1769. Das Folgenbild zeigt den Ausschnitt einer Karte der Isle de France, später Mauritius, aus dem 18. Jahrhundert. //Aus unserer Werbung Du möchtest mehr über unsere Werbepartner erfahren? Hier findest du alle Infos & Rabatte: https://linktr.ee/GeschichtenausderGeschichte // Wir sind jetzt auch bei CampfireFM! Wer direkt in Folgen kommentieren will, Zusatzmaterial und Blicke hinter die Kulissen sehen will: einfach die App installieren und unserer Community beitreten: https://www.joincampfire.fm/podcasts/22 //Wir haben auch ein Buch geschrieben: Wer es erwerben will, es ist überall im Handel, aber auch direkt über den Verlag zu erwerben: https://www.piper.de/buecher/geschichten-aus-der-geschichte-isbn-978-3-492-06363-0 Wer Becher, T-Shirts oder Hoodies erwerben will: Die gibt's unter https://geschichte.shop Wer unsere Folgen lieber ohne Werbung anhören will, kann das über eine kleine Unterstützung auf Steady oder ein Abo des GeschichteFM-Plus Kanals auf Apple Podcasts tun. Wir freuen uns, wenn ihr den Podcast bei Apple Podcasts oder wo auch immer dies möglich ist rezensiert oder bewertet. Wir freuen uns auch immer, wenn ihr euren Freundinnen und Freunden, Kolleginnen und Kollegen oder sogar Nachbarinnen und Nachbarn von uns erzählt! Du möchtest Werbung in diesem Podcast schalten? Dann erfahre hier mehr über die Werbemöglichkeiten bei Seven.One Audio: https://www.seven.one/portfolio/sevenone-audio

(October 28, 2025)Amy King and Neil Saavedra join Bill for Handel on the News. 25 states sue Trump administration over food stamp extension freeze during shutdown. Israel strikes Gaza less than 3 weeks into Trump's ceasefire. Border Patrol chief leading Trump administration immigration crackdown in Chicago ordered to report daily to federal judge. Hurricane Melissa's damage in Jamaica, severe flooding in Cuba after landfall.

On this week's episode of Out and About, Dr. Mae Gilliland of ArtsPartners of Central Illinois chats with Maestro George Stelluto of the Peoria Symphony Orchestra about their upcoming concert Handel at the Cathedral.

(October 28,2025)Amy King and Neil Saavedra join Bill for Handel on the News. Hurricane Melissa's assault on Jamaica underway as catastrophic impacts threaten ‘total structural failure.' Freddie Freeman is Dodgers' World Series hero again in 18-inning win. Trump administration plans to install Border Patrol officials to lead a more aggressive migrant crackdown.

(October 27,2025)Amy King and Neil Saavedra join Bill for Handel on the News. US and China agree ‘framework' for trade deal ahead of Xi-Trump meeting. Government shutdown updates: Senate to reconvene on Monday amid funding stalemate. Staffing issues trigger temporary ground stop at LAX. Trump administration posts notice that no federal food aid will go out Nov. 1. Louvre jewel heist latest; suspects arrested near Paris.

Handel on the Law. Marginal Legal Advice. 

Handel on the Law. Marginal legal Replay.

Handel on the Law. Marginal Legal Replay. 

(October 24, 2025)IT'S FOODIE FRIDAY! Food enthusiast and host of ‘The Fork Report' on KFI Neil Saavedra joins Bill to talk about FREE food at Burger King, Costco's abomination aka pumpkin spice bagels, and Teal Pumpkins. The show closes with ‘Ask Handel Anything.'

Im Juli 1895 steht Albert Mummery, einer der besten Bergsteiger seiner Zeit, vor der höchsten Wand der Welt. 4.500 Meter ragt die Rupal-Wand vor ihm in die Höhe. Es ist der erste ernsthafte Versuch, einen Achttausender zu besteigen. Die Expedition endet tödlich, wie viele weitere Besteigungsversuche am Nanga Parbat im Himalaya. Wir sprechen in der Folge darüber, wie der Nanga Parbat zum Schicksalsberg der Deutschen wurde und wie es Hermann Buhl 1953 erstmals auf den Gipfel schaffte. //Erwähnte Folgen - GAG360: Unglück am Matterhorn – https://gadg.fm/360 - GAG453: Pemmikan und der Pelzhandel in Nordamerika – https://gadg.fm/453 - GAG269: Monika Ertl und ein Mord im Generalkonsulat – https://gadg.fm/269 //Literatur - Ralf-Peter Märtin: Nanga Parbat. Wahrheit und Wahn des Alpinismus, 2002. - Kriemild Buhl: Mein Vater Hermann Buhl: Der Ausnahmebergsteiger, 2024. - Podcast „Messner – ein extremes Leben“: https://www.ardaudiothek.de/sendung/messner-ein-extremes-leben/urn:ard:show:32b583b0e97d83b1/ //Aus unserer Werbung Du möchtest mehr über unsere Werbepartner erfahren? Hier findest du alle Infos & Rabatte: https://linktr.ee/GeschichtenausderGeschichte // Wir sind jetzt auch bei CampfireFM! Wer direkt in Folgen kommentieren will, Zusatzmaterial und Blicke hinter die Kulissen sehen will: einfach die App installieren und unserer Community beitreten: https://www.joincampfire.fm/podcasts/22 //Wir haben auch ein Buch geschrieben: Wer es erwerben will, es ist überall im Handel, aber auch direkt über den Verlag zu erwerben: https://www.piper.de/buecher/geschichten-aus-der-geschichte-isbn-978-3-492-06363-0 Wer Becher, T-Shirts oder Hoodies erwerben will: Die gibt's unter https://geschichte.shop Wer unsere Folgen lieber ohne Werbung anhören will, kann das über eine kleine Unterstützung auf Steady oder ein Abo des GeschichteFM-Plus Kanals auf Apple Podcasts tun. Wir freuen uns, wenn ihr den Podcast bei Apple Podcasts oder wo auch immer dies möglich ist rezensiert oder bewertet. Wir freuen uns auch immer, wenn ihr euren Freundinnen und Freunden, Kolleginnen und Kollegen oder sogar Nachbarinnen und Nachbarn von uns erzählt! Du möchtest Werbung in diesem Podcast schalten? Dann erfahre hier mehr über die Werbemöglichkeiten bei Seven.One Audio: https://www.seven.one/portfolio/sevenone-audio

Burns' new six-part PBS documentary series includes the perspectives of women, Native Americans and enslaved and free Black people — all of whom were initially excluded from the declaration "all men are created equal." The series begins Nov. 16. Also, Lloyd Schwartz reviews a recording of Handel arias from soprano Julia Lezhneva.Follow Fresh Air on instagram @nprfreshair, and subscribe to our weekly newsletter for gems from the Fresh Air archive, staff recommendations, and a peek behind the scenes. Learn more about sponsor message choices: podcastchoices.com/adchoicesNPR Privacy Policy