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Janneta Tabakov, Enterprise Growth Lead with Perplexity who focuses on AI in biotech and biopharma speaks with Pitt HexAI Podcast host Jordan Gass-Pooré about her work at Perplexity, a popular and fast-growing new AI-powered answer engine that's redefining search and information discovery in the AI era. Janneta and Jordan discuss how Perplexity (https://www.perplexity.ai/) makes information discovery clear, trustworthy, and accessible, especially in fields like health, medicine, and science and they touch on Janneta's prior work at Arima Genomics, the field of 3D genomics, Hi-C technology and the visualization and mapping of DNA structures.The episode is geared towards introducing students and healthcare professionals to new AI-powered search tools and information discovery processes. The episode highlights how tools like Perplexity are advancing explainable AI in information discovery by making the search and synthesis process transparent, interactive, and easy to understand, helping users not only find answers, but also understand the reasoning and evidence behind them.Janneta and Jordan also discuss the accelerating pace of AI innovation and the dynamic momentum that startups like Perplexity are driving in the industry, setting new benchmarks in healthcare and research.
Six-time turntablism champ turned sleek tech groove-provider, Japanese DJ and producer DJ HI-C has had many lives before settling as a merchant of stripped-back, zen-like ambiences and mesmeric club rhythms. Elegant and dynamic, his productions sit halfway deeply organic, atmospheric blends and a further steely, hi-velocity strain of techno. Mind-bending by nature, his mixes open a wide window into a pulsating headspace, rife with ebullient bass drive and obsessive loops, constantly pushing the envelope of danceable material as we know it. Tailored to emphasize the impact of a limited number of components rather than drowning his listener under an avalanche of sonic stimuli, HI-C unleashes a storm of painstakingly textured layers and ripping melodic stabs. Bringing together minimalism with soul is an art, and HI-C is an absolute master at that.
David Waldman and Greg Dworkin are here today, with a 50% reduction in staffing projected for tomorrow. You don't even want to know what is planned for Saturday. Hey, any human system will produce simple clerical errors, amirite? And afterwords, lie about it, lie again, and again, then stonewall any investigation, then smear and threaten the investigators, then really threaten the investigators, I mean we've all been there… Oh lord, Kilmar Abrego Garcia is already dead, isn't he? The thing that Trump does, before he quits doing it, is do it as bad as he can, so we can expect a lot worse. People are fighting back even as fighting back becomes riskier. MAGA, meanwhile, demands even more scalps. Trump will get high-flow showerheads and incandescent bulbs and coal power whether anyone else wants them or not. Especially if no one wants them. Who's going to tell him differently? Well, Trump did call off a strike on Iran nuclear sites. We'll probably find out how that happened in the next (Hic) seth leaks… if we don't read it on Signal first. Law firms who had let Donald pussygrab them might soon be dismayed to find him coming back for more. The Ivy League resistance, however, is just getting started. Remember Ron DeSantis? Donald K. Trump doesn't, so Ron has been having an increasingly difficult time keeping accountability from creeping up on him. Speaking of creeps, Frederick Piccolo Jr., a former Ron DeSantis spokesman, was caught exposing his Freddy Piccolo Jr. 4 too many times. Remember Mike Lindell? No, me neither.
36 And one of the Pharisees desired him to eat with him. And he went into the house of the Pharisee, and sat down to meat.Rogabat autem illum quidam de pharisaeis ut manducaret cum illo. Et ingressus domum pharisaei discubuit. 37 And behold a woman that was in the city, a sinner, when she knew that he sat at meat in the Pharisee's house, brought an alabaster box of ointment;Et ecce mulier, quae erat in civitate peccatrix, ut cognovit quod accubuisset in domo pharisaei, attulit alabastrum unguenti : 38 And standing behind at his feet, she began to wash his feet, with tears, and wiped them with the hairs of her head, and kissed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment.et stans retro secus pedes ejus, lacrimis coepit rigare pedes ejus, et capillis capitis sui tergebat, et osculabatur pedes ejus, et unguento ungebat. 39 And the Pharisee, who had invited him, seeing it, spoke within himself, saying: This man, if he were a prophet, would know surely who and what manner of woman this is that toucheth him, that she is a sinner.Videns autem pharisaeus, qui vocaverat eum, ait intra se dicens : Hic si esset propheta, sciret utique quae et qualis est mulier, quae tangit eum : quia peccatrix est. 40 And Jesus answering, said to him: Simon, I have somewhat to say to thee. But he said: Master, say it.Et respondens Jesus, dixit ad illum : Simon, habeo tibi aliquid dicere. At ille ait : Magister, dic. 41 A certain creditor had two debtors, the one who owed five hundred pence, and the other fifty.Duo debitores erant cuidam foeneratori : unus debebat denarios quingentos, et alius quinquaginta. 42 And whereas they had not wherewith to pay, he forgave them both. Which therefore of the two loveth him most?Non habentibus illis unde redderent, donavit utrisque. Quis ergo eum plus diligit? 43 Simon answering, said: I suppose that he to whom he forgave most. And he said to him: Thou hast judged rightly.Respondens Simon dixit : Aestimo quia is cui plus donavit. At ille dixit : Recte judicasti. 44 And turning to the woman, he said unto Simon: Dost thou see this woman? I entered into thy house, thou gavest me no water for my feet; but she with tears hath washed my feet, and with her hairs hath wiped them.Et conversus ad mulierem, dixit Simoni : Vides hanc mulierem? Intravi in domum tuam, aquam pedibus meis non dedisti : haec autem lacrimis rigavit pedes meos, et capillis suis tersit. 45 Thou gavest me no kiss; but she, since she came in, hath not ceased to kiss my feet.Osculum mihi non dedisti : haec autem ex quo intravit, non cessavit osculari pedes meos. 46 My head with oil thou didst not anoint; but she with ointment hath anointed my feet.Oleo caput meum non unxisti : haec autem unguento unxit pedes meos. 47 Wherefore I say to thee: Many sins are forgiven her, because she hath loved much. But to whom less is forgiven, he loveth less.Propter quod dico tibi : remittuntur ei peccata multa, quoniam dilexit multum. Cui autem minus dimittitur, minus diligit. 48 And he said to her: Thy sins are forgiven thee.Dixit autem ad illam : Remittuntur tibi peccata. 49 And they that sat at meat with him began to say within themselves: Who is this that forgiveth sins also?Et coeperunt qui simul accumbebant, dicere intra se : Quis est hic qui etiam peccata dimittit? 50 And he said to the woman: Thy faith hath made thee safe, go in peace.Dixit autem ad mulierem : Fides tua te salvam fecit : vade in pace.
1 And after six days Jesus taketh unto him Peter and James, and John his brother, and bringeth them up into a high mountain apart:Et post dies sex assumit Jesus Petrum, et Jacobum, et Joannem fratrem ejus, et ducit illos in montem excelsum seorsum : 2 And he was transfigured before them. And his face did shine as the sun: and his garments became white as snow.et transfiguratus est ante eos. Et resplenduit facies ejus sicut sol : vestimenta autem ejus facta sunt alba sicut nix. 3 And behold there appeared to them Moses and Elias talking with him.Et ecce apparuerunt illis Moyses et Elias cum eo loquentes. 4 And Peter answering, said to Jesus: Lord, it is good for us to be here: if thou wilt, let us make here three tabernacles, one for thee, and one for Moses, and one for Elias.Respondens autem Petrus, dixit ad Jesum : Domine, bonum est nos hic esse : si vis, faciamus tria tabernacula, tibi unum, Moysi unum, et Eliae unum. 5 And as he was yet speaking, behold a bright cloud overshadowed them. And lo, a voice out of the cloud, saying: This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased: hear ye him.Adhuc eo loquente, ecce nubes lucida obumbravit eos. Et ecce vox de nube, dicens : Hic est Filius meus dilectus, in quo mihi bene complacui : ipsum audite. 6 And the disciples hearing, fell upon their face, and were very much afraid.Et audientes discipuli ceciderunt in faciem suam, et timuerunt valde. 7 And Jesus came and touched them: and said to them, Arise, and fear not.Et accessit Jesus, et tetigit eos : dixitque eis : Surgite, et nolite timere. 8 And they lifting up their eyes saw no one but only Jesus.Levantes autem oculos suos, neminem viderunt, nisi solum Jesum. 9 And as they came down from the mountain, Jesus charged them, saying: Tell the vision to no man, till the Son of man be risen from the dead.Et descendentibus illis de monte, praecepit eis Jesus, dicens : Nemini dixeritis visionem, donec Filius hominis a mortuis resurgat.
1 And after six days Jesus taketh unto him Peter and James, and John his brother, and bringeth them up into a high mountain apart:Et post dies sex assumit Jesus Petrum, et Jacobum, et Joannem fratrem ejus, et ducit illos in montem excelsum seorsum : 2 And he was transfigured before them. And his face did shine as the sun: and his garments became white as snow.et transfiguratus est ante eos. Et resplenduit facies ejus sicut sol : vestimenta autem ejus facta sunt alba sicut nix. 3 And behold there appeared to them Moses and Elias talking with him.Et ecce apparuerunt illis Moyses et Elias cum eo loquentes. 4 And Peter answering, said to Jesus: Lord, it is good for us to be here: if thou wilt, let us make here three tabernacles, one for thee, and one for Moses, and one for Elias.Respondens autem Petrus, dixit ad Jesum : Domine, bonum est nos hic esse : si vis, faciamus tria tabernacula, tibi unum, Moysi unum, et Eliae unum. 5 And as he was yet speaking, behold a bright cloud overshadowed them. And lo, a voice out of the cloud, saying: This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased: hear ye him.Adhuc eo loquente, ecce nubes lucida obumbravit eos. Et ecce vox de nube, dicens : Hic est Filius meus dilectus, in quo mihi bene complacui : ipsum audite. 6 And the disciples hearing, fell upon their face, and were very much afraid.Et audientes discipuli ceciderunt in faciem suam, et timuerunt valde. 7 And Jesus came and touched them: and said to them, Arise, and fear not.Et accessit Jesus, et tetigit eos : dixitque eis : Surgite, et nolite timere. 8 And they lifting up their eyes saw no one but only Jesus.Levantes autem oculos suos, neminem viderunt, nisi solum Jesum. 9 And as they came down from the mountain, Jesus charged them, saying: Tell the vision to no man, till the Son of man be risen from the dead.Et descendentibus illis de monte, praecepit eis Jesus, dicens : Nemini dixeritis visionem, donec Filius hominis a mortuis resurgat.
1 And after six days Jesus taketh unto him Peter and James, and John his brother, and bringeth them up into a high mountain apart:Et post dies sex assumit Jesus Petrum, et Jacobum, et Joannem fratrem ejus, et ducit illos in montem excelsum seorsum : 2 And he was transfigured before them. And his face did shine as the sun: and his garments became white as snow.et transfiguratus est ante eos. Et resplenduit facies ejus sicut sol : vestimenta autem ejus facta sunt alba sicut nix. 3 And behold there appeared to them Moses and Elias talking with him.Et ecce apparuerunt illis Moyses et Elias cum eo loquentes. 4 And Peter answering, said to Jesus: Lord, it is good for us to be here: if thou wilt, let us make here three tabernacles, one for thee, and one for Moses, and one for Elias.Respondens autem Petrus, dixit ad Jesum : Domine, bonum est nos hic esse : si vis, faciamus tria tabernacula, tibi unum, Moysi unum, et Eliae unum. 5 And as he was yet speaking, behold a bright cloud overshadowed them. And lo, a voice out of the cloud, saying: This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased: hear ye him.Adhuc eo loquente, ecce nubes lucida obumbravit eos. Et ecce vox de nube, dicens : Hic est Filius meus dilectus, in quo mihi bene complacui : ipsum audite. 6 And the disciples hearing, fell upon their face, and were very much afraid.Et audientes discipuli ceciderunt in faciem suam, et timuerunt valde. 7 And Jesus came and touched them: and said to them, Arise, and fear not.Et accessit Jesus, et tetigit eos : dixitque eis : Surgite, et nolite timere. 8 And they lifting up their eyes saw no one but only Jesus.Levantes autem oculos suos, neminem viderunt, nisi solum Jesum. 9 And as they came down from the mountain, Jesus charged them, saying: Tell the vision to no man, till the Son of man be risen from the dead.Et descendentibus illis de monte, praecepit eis Jesus, dicens : Nemini dixeritis visionem, donec Filius hominis a mortuis resurgatTransfiguration of our Lord Jesus Christ on Mount Thabor; manifestation of the divinity of Jesus.
1 And after six days Jesus taketh unto him Peter and James, and John his brother, and bringeth them up into a high mountain apart:Et post dies sex assumit Jesus Petrum, et Jacobum, et Joannem fratrem ejus, et ducit illos in montem excelsum seorsum : 2 And he was transfigured before them. And his face did shine as the sun: and his garments became white as snow.et transfiguratus est ante eos. Et resplenduit facies ejus sicut sol : vestimenta autem ejus facta sunt alba sicut nix. 3 And behold there appeared to them Moses and Elias talking with him.Et ecce apparuerunt illis Moyses et Elias cum eo loquentes. 4 And Peter answering, said to Jesus: Lord, it is good for us to be here: if thou wilt, let us make here three tabernacles, one for thee, and one for Moses, and one for Elias.Respondens autem Petrus, dixit ad Jesum : Domine, bonum est nos hic esse : si vis, faciamus tria tabernacula, tibi unum, Moysi unum, et Eliae unum. 5 And as he was yet speaking, behold a bright cloud overshadowed them. And lo, a voice out of the cloud, saying: This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased: hear ye him.Adhuc eo loquente, ecce nubes lucida obumbravit eos. Et ecce vox de nube, dicens : Hic est Filius meus dilectus, in quo mihi bene complacui : ipsum audite. 6 And the disciples hearing, fell upon their face, and were very much afraid.Et audientes discipuli ceciderunt in faciem suam, et timuerunt valde. 7 And Jesus came and touched them: and said to them, Arise, and fear not.Et accessit Jesus, et tetigit eos : dixitque eis : Surgite, et nolite timere. 8 And they lifting up their eyes saw no one but only Jesus.Levantes autem oculos suos, neminem viderunt, nisi solum Jesum. 9 And as they came down from the mountain, Jesus charged them, saying: Tell the vision to no man, till the Son of man be risen from the dead.Et descendentibus illis de monte, praecepit eis Jesus, dicens : Nemini dixeritis visionem, donec Filius hominis a mortuis resurgat.
1 And after six days Jesus taketh unto him Peter and James, and John his brother, and bringeth them up into a high mountain apart:Et post dies sex assumit Jesus Petrum, et Jacobum, et Joannem fratrem ejus, et ducit illos in montem excelsum seorsum : 2 And he was transfigured before them. And his face did shine as the sun: and his garments became white as snow.et transfiguratus est ante eos. Et resplenduit facies ejus sicut sol : vestimenta autem ejus facta sunt alba sicut nix. 3 And behold there appeared to them Moses and Elias talking with him.Et ecce apparuerunt illis Moyses et Elias cum eo loquentes. 4 And Peter answering, said to Jesus: Lord, it is good for us to be here: if thou wilt, let us make here three tabernacles, one for thee, and one for Moses, and one for Elias.Respondens autem Petrus, dixit ad Jesum : Domine, bonum est nos hic esse : si vis, faciamus tria tabernacula, tibi unum, Moysi unum, et Eliae unum. 5 And as he was yet speaking, behold a bright cloud overshadowed them. And lo, a voice out of the cloud, saying: This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased: hear ye him.Adhuc eo loquente, ecce nubes lucida obumbravit eos. Et ecce vox de nube, dicens : Hic est Filius meus dilectus, in quo mihi bene complacui : ipsum audite. 6 And the disciples hearing, fell upon their face, and were very much afraid.Et audientes discipuli ceciderunt in faciem suam, et timuerunt valde. 7 And Jesus came and touched them: and said to them, Arise, and fear not.Et accessit Jesus, et tetigit eos : dixitque eis : Surgite, et nolite timere. 8 And they lifting up their eyes saw no one but only Jesus.Levantes autem oculos suos, neminem viderunt, nisi solum Jesum. 9 And as they came down from the mountain, Jesus charged them, saying: Tell the vision to no man, till the Son of man be risen from the dead.Et descendentibus illis de monte, praecepit eis Jesus, dicens : Nemini dixeritis visionem, donec Filius hominis a mortuis resurgat.
1 And after six days Jesus taketh unto him Peter and James, and John his brother, and bringeth them up into a high mountain apart:Et post dies sex assumit Jesus Petrum, et Jacobum, et Joannem fratrem ejus, et ducit illos in montem excelsum seorsum : 2 And he was transfigured before them. And his face did shine as the sun: and his garments became white as snow.et transfiguratus est ante eos. Et resplenduit facies ejus sicut sol : vestimenta autem ejus facta sunt alba sicut nix. 3 And behold there appeared to them Moses and Elias talking with him.Et ecce apparuerunt illis Moyses et Elias cum eo loquentes. 4 And Peter answering, said to Jesus: Lord, it is good for us to be here: if thou wilt, let us make here three tabernacles, one for thee, and one for Moses, and one for Elias.Respondens autem Petrus, dixit ad Jesum : Domine, bonum est nos hic esse : si vis, faciamus tria tabernacula, tibi unum, Moysi unum, et Eliae unum. 5 And as he was yet speaking, behold a bright cloud overshadowed them. And lo, a voice out of the cloud, saying: This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased: hear ye him.Adhuc eo loquente, ecce nubes lucida obumbravit eos. Et ecce vox de nube, dicens : Hic est Filius meus dilectus, in quo mihi bene complacui : ipsum audite. 6 And the disciples hearing, fell upon their face, and were very much afraid.Et audientes discipuli ceciderunt in faciem suam, et timuerunt valde. 7 And Jesus came and touched them: and said to them, Arise, and fear not.Et accessit Jesus, et tetigit eos : dixitque eis : Surgite, et nolite timere. 8 And they lifting up their eyes saw no one but only Jesus.Levantes autem oculos suos, neminem viderunt, nisi solum Jesum. 9 And as they came down from the mountain, Jesus charged them, saying: Tell the vision to no man, till the Son of man be risen from the dead.Et descendentibus illis de monte, praecepit eis Jesus, dicens : Nemini dixeritis visionem, donec Filius hominis a mortuis resurgat.
1 And after six days Jesus taketh unto him Peter and James, and John his brother, and bringeth them up into a high mountain apart:Et post dies sex assumit Jesus Petrum, et Jacobum, et Joannem fratrem ejus, et ducit illos in montem excelsum seorsum : 2 And he was transfigured before them. And his face did shine as the sun: and his garments became white as snow.et transfiguratus est ante eos. Et resplenduit facies ejus sicut sol : vestimenta autem ejus facta sunt alba sicut nix. 3 And behold there appeared to them Moses and Elias talking with him.Et ecce apparuerunt illis Moyses et Elias cum eo loquentes. 4 And Peter answering, said to Jesus: Lord, it is good for us to be here: if thou wilt, let us make here three tabernacles, one for thee, and one for Moses, and one for Elias.Respondens autem Petrus, dixit ad Jesum : Domine, bonum est nos hic esse : si vis, faciamus tria tabernacula, tibi unum, Moysi unum, et Eliae unum. 5 And as he was yet speaking, behold a bright cloud overshadowed them. And lo, a voice out of the cloud, saying: This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased: hear ye him.Adhuc eo loquente, ecce nubes lucida obumbravit eos. Et ecce vox de nube, dicens : Hic est Filius meus dilectus, in quo mihi bene complacui : ipsum audite. 6 And the disciples hearing, fell upon their face, and were very much afraid.Et audientes discipuli ceciderunt in faciem suam, et timuerunt valde. 7 And Jesus came and touched them: and said to them, Arise, and fear not.Et accessit Jesus, et tetigit eos : dixitque eis : Surgite, et nolite timere. 8 And they lifting up their eyes saw no one but only Jesus.Levantes autem oculos suos, neminem viderunt, nisi solum Jesum. 9 And as they came down from the mountain, Jesus charged them, saying: Tell the vision to no man, till the Son of man be risen from the dead.Et descendentibus illis de monte, praecepit eis Jesus, dicens : Nemini dixeritis visionem, donec Filius hominis a mortuis resurgat.Give me Thy blessing, O Lord. The Lord be in my heart and on my lips, that I may worthily and in a becoming manner proclaim His holy Gospel. Amen.Jube Domine benedicre. Dominus sit in corde meo, et in labiis meis; ut digne et competenter annuntiem Evangelium suum. Amen.
We've always thought of ourselves as a little Looney here at Beat of the Month, and this episode we decided to lean into that with an episode all about video games based on cartoons! We cover some old favorites such as Aladdin and The Lion King, some new cartoon based games like Bluey, and then a whole bunch of South Park games - 4 of them to be exact! Throughout the episode we also share a bit of our memories with cartoons and what it was like after a hard day of school and turning on some Tiny Toon Adventures. There's an extra large dose of cartoon game trivia at the end, and we also cover other games that we've been playing lately. Not only that, but we look back all the way to episode #1 for a special clip - lyin' king indeed... So grab your Hi-C ecto cooler, plug in your Walkman, and join us for this episode on Cartoon Games! Oh, and just in case you happen to be new to the show - while the topic might be cartoon games, our show is not for kids!
A day in the life of rural Hungary.By FinalStand. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.'Here be Dragons' wasn't always a tourist gimmick."I didn't say you could have a drink," the Vizsla commented."Oh, my apologies," I shrugged. I put the stein on a nearby table and waited."Have a seat," she directed. I came up to her table and examined the three empty chairs. I held back until she pointed to the chair opposite her. I sat down, but didn't make eye contact. Instead, I examined the various paintings and photographs on the walls. It was an old place."You killed Matthias, even though you knew he worked for me," she uttered."I can confirm that information to be correct," I looked her way. That, wasn't what she expected."Why?""Why what?" I countered. There was a method to my madness; this was going to be a lesson in competence, and what happens when you don't respect it."Why did you kill Matthias?""I needed a reason?" I tried to look pensive. "Maybe I didn't like the cut of his facial hair?""Do you think this is a joke?" she replied dryly. "The Black Hand always avenge our own.""Damn," I looked perplexed. "No one told me that when I arrived. Can we call Matthias's extermination a 50/50 bad call, both ways?""Matthias was my cousin," the Vizsla continued."My condolences," I sighed. "The next Black Hand douche-bag the Amazons waste, I'll have them ask if he's related to you first. How's that?""You are so not likely to have that opportunity," she pointed out."Oh," I laughed, "you are so wrong about that.""You are far stupider than I had been informed," the Vizsla's eyes narrowed."Nope. You and your cast of 'Dumb and Dumber' have been treating us like idiots since we touched down at Ferenc Liszt International, so I'm pretending to be that simpleton sock-puppet just for you, Vizsla. You've added to that by heaping disrespect and derision on my people," I grinned."You tried to have me and my entourage murdered and Matthias paid the price for that. Everyone knows I'm here. And after your bungled attempt to have me killed, no one is going to believe you did anything but murder me, if I don't show up eventually. Now do you prefer the stupid me, or the brighter than normal me?""If you think acting like a smart-ass is somehow endearing, you are mistaken," she let me know."Whatever," I shrugged. "You called this meeting. What do you want?""Beyond killing one of my lieutenants, I wanted to know what you are doing here?" she studied me."I would like to leave now. I'm wasting my time here," I responded."I want answers," she pressed."You have been given the answers to both your talking points, Matthias died because of your orders and I am here looking for three lost Amazon bloodlines," I replied."That seems bizarre," the Vizsla expressed her doubts."Bizarre? You are talking to the sole male Amazon House Head in three thousand years," I reminded her. "Besides, you only just now finished telling me how the Black Hand look after their own. The Amazons are the same way; we have lost kin who need to be made aware of their background.""What do we do about Matthias?" the Vizsla asked."In all honesty, had he not personally threatened to stab a member of my team, I would have settled for kicking the crap out of him. He put a knife to Ms. Martin's throat. That assured his death sentence. I think the Host will be willing to accept my hypothesis that Matthias was acting on his own initiative, which should settle the matter."And just like that, the expediency of the Black Hand shown forth. The truth of the matter was that he had acted on the Vizsla's orders. Unfortunately, that would have meant my side would have come after the Vizsla and she would have had to avenge his death, lots of needless bloodshed. So Matthias posthumously became a rabid dog gone rogue and one who ended up crossing the wrong people. No vengeance required by anyone. We could get back to business."That is settled. So, what do you want from your new allies?" the Vizsla inquired. A certain level of cold-blooded ruthlessness had been required to achieve her spot in the Black Hand. Likewise, honesty was the best policy when dealing with casually lethal people. They didn't like self-important asses wasting their time."I need to find an individual named 'Branko'. He has kidnapped a young lady who is one of our lost Amazons. We don't require any aid, but if you could leave Selena with us, it would be appreciated," I requested."What are you going to do when you catch up with this 'Branko'?" she questioned."I'd like to say I am going to buy her back, but I think we both know that is a pipe-dream. He's not going to like me interfering in his business, so I'm going to kill him, and any other bastards who are in close proximity," I confessed. She studied me for over a minute."Do you wish a piece of advice?" the Vizsla said."Of course," I nodded. It cost me nothing to acknowledge her vastly superior experience."Take a step back," she advised. Seeing that I didn't understand, "If you recall every single death by your hand, you will go mad. You don't possess the detachment of a true killer, Cáel. Not every member of the Black Hand is an assassin.Your driver, Josef, is from a long line of Black Hand members. He doesn't have what it takes to get close and personal in order to kill a human being, so he drives and provides security. He still matters and serves a necessary function." That was almost nice of her. The advice was based on her decision to keep me around as a useful tool. Going nuts would derail that."There is the life we wish to lead, and the life we must lead, Vizsla," I recalled. There was so much there, whirling around in my skull, it took me all this time to find the link I was looking for. Recall every single death by my hand, "On January 26th, 1847, the Black Hand Chapter House of the Wolf in Verona was wiped out, there were no survivors.""If you say so," she regarded me oddly."Yeah, look into it. Then come back to me when you have the right questions," I stood up. "And 'Branko'?""I will relay information on this individual to Selena. We should have something by the time you get back to Buda," she got out before one of the bodyguards came running our way.He had his H and K MP5 out and was in deep conversation with his ear piece."Our two spotters failed to respond correctly," he told the Vizsla in Hungarian. She gave me another quick once over."My people?" I rose slowly.The Vizsla gave the man a subtle hand gesture. Seconds later, pushing Alkonyka ahead of them, Pamela, Selena and Josef came running through the door. Pamela and Selena had our duffels. Two more Black Hand materialized from a back room.The Black Hand was actually a small outfit. Each Chapter had two or three houses, each with four or five true assassins and maybe six times that in support personnel/recruits in each location. That meant the entire Black Hand organization numbered less than 1000. They had several thousand peripheral contacts across their sphere of Europe and they could purchase some sort of private security given time. But their best protection was their hidden nature and small size. That also meant what we had was what we had. There was no Black Hand SWAT team on the way.Working with hand gestures alone, the Vizsla was directing us to a trap door behind the bar. Josef's phone rang. He hesitantly answered."It is for you," he offered it to our host. She took it. Halfway through the caller's diatribe, she shot me a suspicious look."Why don't you ask him?" she stated, then handed me the phone."Hello Nyilas. Do you know who this is?" the man on the other end stated, in Mycenean Greek."Yes, I do. What do you want? I'm kind of busy here?" I grinned. It was laughing at death all over again."I can relieve you of your pressing schedule. You and the other Amazon step outside and I'll make it quick.""No can-do Studly," I smirked. "If I go out there, it is going to take a while.""I sincerely doubt that.""Don't sell yourself short," I jibed. "I figure clipping off those bull-sized testicles of yours is going to take some work. But I do promise that after I make you a eunuch, I'll use a condom when I bend you over and make you my bitch too. Was there anything else you wanted to know?""No. I think we have a mutual understanding," he laughed. "I'll be seeing you soon." He hung up."Who was that?" Vizsla inquired. She wasn't alone in her curiosity."Ajax," I beamed confidence. I was confident my tenure on this Earth was ending real soon."I think we should be leaving," Vizsla suggested."Selena, help Alkonyka get her sister back," I requested. "I'll catch up when I can. Pamela, you do what you feel you need to do. Vizsla, they are after me, so I'm going to keep them busy while you get away," I explained.No useless 'you don't have to do this' nonsense. She knew the score, I wasn't a member of her outfit and she wanted to live. She did do me one favor. She gave another hand movement. Selena slit Josef's throat in a surprise motion.He didn't die right away. Selena's slash made bleeding out inevitable, but he'd be a while in dying. Odds were, that only Vizsla and Josef knew in advance where we were meeting. Whatever payoff the Condottieri had put in his bank account wasn't going to do him any good. Selena bent over his still-thrashing body and removed his pistol."I will bring you Angyalka Lovasz," Selena pledged. Pamela and I were gearing up. Ajax and his buddies were going to be coming for me any second now. Alkonyka gave me one more worried look before she vanished into the secret basement. "Don't be late," was the last thing Selena said before going down into the darkness. Pamela made sure the trap door was covered up.Lust and Bullets"We've used Butch and Sundance," Pamela checked her L42 Enfield Sniper Rifle. It was the weapon Pamela had trained with and used for longer than I'd been alive, old yet very effective even today."Heat?" I offered up. "You can be De Niro and I can be Kilmer.""Nice. Michael Mann really had a way of killing people," Pamela grinned, then pumped her eyebrows. "Too bad I end up dead in this one.""We'll avoid airports, you should be safe," I joked. Three explosions rocked the building, shooting glass throughout the place. Fortunately, Pamela and I were hiding behind the bar."Let's go," she whispered over the din. Charging out the front door seemed pretty suicidal to me, but Pamela's copious battle lore was something I had the utmost faith in. I respected her judgment and followed along. There was a method to her madness. Two 40 mm grenades had taken out the two cars parked in front. A third launched grenade had blown open the door.The petrol in the cars equated to flaming wreckage and a huge smoke screen. It was broad daylight, no night vision goggles. The flames made IR useless and the smoke temporarily obscured regular vision. The machineguns going off around us scared the crap out of me. It was my old buddy, suppression fire: they weren't shooting directly at us.Metaphysically, Ishara was dueling with Ares. There was a low stone wall, a little over a meter high, that separated an adjacent field from the inn's gravel parking lot. Right as we got to our side of it, three of Ajax's boys came up on the other. Pamela and I remained perfectly still, crouching tightly against our shelter.Two knelt and fired several bursts from their H and K HK416 (Wow! Germany's newest killing machine, they looked slick) into the closest open windows while the third one fired a grenade in. Again, we remained perfectly still. We were about two meters from those three. The drab color of our hastily donned dusters, the congested air and our stillness combined to save us from their notice.The second after that grenade went off, the three vaulted the wall and rushed the building. From the cacophony of the battle, they were storming the building from several directions at once."Quick, go find that guy with the machinegun," Pamela whispered over a feral grin. How was I going to do that?The old fashioned way, I leapt over the wall and ran away from all the flames, explosions and the continuous widespread fusillade of assault weapons fire. I was partially bent over as I ran. I'm still a big guy though. The machine gunner was in a shallow dip in the meadow 30 meters away, on the edge of the woods.He saw me, shifted his MG4 (fuck Ajax and his crew for having the best Bang-Bangs) minutely and unleashed hell my way. In hindsight, the 1st round flattened against my duster as it impacted my upper left thigh. Round #2 hit the duster again, coming below my vest, but hitting my belt (every bit of leather helps).The #3 556 mm slug hit my vest due south of my belly button (Fuck!), # 4 landed a few centimeters up and to the right, taking in both the duster and my ballistic vest. The #5 round clipped my lower side of my right ribcage. The resulting force sent me spinning back and to my right.Honestly, as I landed hard on my back (no rolling with the blow this time), I thought a midget mule team had kicked me in the guts. Apparently, I made a convincing mortally wounded human being. He stopped shooting and Pamela got pissed.I learned a few things at that moment: you do not get used to being shot; you can never appreciate the value of good body amour enough; you can never understand the true value of a sniper until your life is totally in their hands; and damn, Pamela was exceptional. Pamela put a bullet through his nasal cavity in that split second between him exposing himself with his muzzle flashes and deciding to put a few more bullets into my prone form.Pain dictated that I lie where I was. Survival instincts overrode that. I went to my side, pushed up and resumed my crouched stance. Then I was running once more until I could throw myself beside his corpse. I was stunningly calm. Machineguns, snipers, I had to cover Pamela's run across the meadow. I didn't stay by the dead gunner.I grabbed his weapon, some spare ammo and quick-stepped it to the wood line. I rapidly assessed the best spot that could provide cover from each flank. That was where I went down, cradled the device and started shooting at any muzzle flash I could see. The moment I opened fire, Pamela began her own sprint.Unlike my mad dash, Pamela took evasive maneuvers, serpentine, which worked out well when one sniper figured out she wasn't one of them. He/she had two shots at her before she dove past me. Her mien was one of intense, emptiness? She gave me a quick pat-down to make sure I wasn't gushing blood, took a deep breath and then smirked."Come on, Dummy!" she laughed. "We still have a shot at a sequel.""Shot, sequel, you are a laugh riot," I wheezed as I stood, abandoned the MG4 and joined her as we both ran deeper into the woods. A few shots zinged past us before Ajax's crew realized we were in full-on flight mode. They weren't going to waste the bullets.This was the point where archaic and modern warfare diverged. In the olden (pre-Pamela, ow! How did she know what I was thinking?) days, when your enemy broke and ran, it was relatively easy to run them down and slaughter them in their panic. If a few men tried to stem the tide, they would be quickly overwhelmed.After the invention of rapid-fire rifles, that changed. Suddenly, headlong pursuit could be incredibly costly. All it took was a small, resolute band to find some sort of hard cover and they could buy minutes, or even hours, for their retreating brethren. Sure, if you were willing to pay the butcher's bill, you could storm their position.But you had to understand, each defender could fire and work the bolt action in under three seconds. You reloaded your magazine with a prepared clip ~ maybe five more seconds. Ten men could put 150 bullets down range per minute as long as their ammo held out. Sending men into that kind of firepower was murder; very few troops could sustain their attack under those conditions.Ajax's resurrected Mycenaean's were tough enough to do it. Ajax's problem was their finite number. Despite catching Ajax off-guard with Pamela's mad plan, her ungodly skills and a great deal of my pain, we had only managed to kill one so far. The great unknowns were terrain (we didn't know where we were,) and my luck.As Pamela and I ran through the forest at a good clip, we began to make out a specific background noise. It was a river. Not a creek, stream, waterfall, or dam, a river."Did you pack your jet ski?" Pamela snorted."I left it in the car. You said it was so '1990's'," I panted back. A few more footsteps and,
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29 The next day, John saw Jesus coming to him, and he saith: Behold the Lamb of God, behold him who taketh away the sin of the world.Altera die vidit Joannes Jesum venientem ad se, et ait : Ecce agnus Dei, ecce qui tollit peccatum mundi. 30 This is he, of whom I said: After me there cometh a man, who is preferred before me: because he was before me.Hic est de quo dixi : Post me venit vir qui ante me factus est : quia prior me erat : 31 And I knew him not, but that he may be made manifest in Israel, therefore am I come baptizing with water.et ego nesciebam eum, sed ut manifestetur in Israel, propterea veni ego in aqua baptizans. 32 And John gave testimony, saying: I saw the Spirit coming down, as a dove from heaven, and he remained upon him.Et testimonium perhibuit Joannes, dicens : Quia vidi Spiritum descendentem quasi columbam de caelo, et mansit super eum. 33 And I knew him not; but he who sent me to baptize with water, said to me: He upon whom thou shalt see the Spirit descending, and remaining upon him, he it is that baptizeth with the Holy Ghost.Et ego nesciebam eum : sed qui misit me baptizare in aqua, ille mihi dixit : Super quem videris Spiritum descendentem, et manentem super eum, hic est qui baptizat in Spiritu Sancto. 34 And I saw, and I gave testimony, that this is the Son of God.Et ego vidi : et testimonium perhibui quia hic est Filius Dei.
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In this episode of the Epigenetics Podcast, we talked with Vijay Ramani from the Gladstone Institute to talk about his work on Single-Molecule Adenine Methylated Oligonucleosome Sequencing Assay (SAMOSA). Our discussion starts with Vijay Ramani's impactful contributions to the field during his time in Jay Shendure's lab, where he worked on several innovative methods, including RNA proximity ligation. This project was conceived during his graduate studies, aiming to adapt techniques from DNA research to investigate RNA structures—a largely unexplored area at the time. We delved into the nuances of his experiences in graduate school, emphasizing how critical it was to have mentors who provided room for creativity and autonomy in experimental design. Dr. Ramani then shares insights about his foray into developing more refined methodologies, such as in-situ DNA Hi-C, a revolutionary protocol tailored for three-dimensional genomic mapping. He explained the rationale behind his projects, comparing the outcomes with contemporaneous advancements in methods like Micro-C. The discussion highlighted the importance of understanding enzyme bias in chromatin studies and the need for meticulous experimental design to ensure the validity of biological interpretations. We further explored exciting advancements in single-cell genomics, specifically Ramani's work on developing sci-Hi-C. This innovative technique leverages combinatorial indexing to allow high-resolution mapping of chromatin architecture at the single-cell level, a significant leap forward in understanding the complexities of gene regulation. As we progress, Ramani detailed his transition from graduate student to independent investigator starting his own lab. He elaborated on the challenges and excitements associated with establishing his research focus in chromatin structure and function using advanced sequencing technologies. Employing various strategies, including the innovative SAMOSA assay, his research seeks to elucidate the mechanisms by which chromatin structure influences transcriptional regulation. We also discussed the heterogeneity of chromatin and its implications for gene expression. Ramani provided a fascinating perspective on how variations in chromatin structure could affect gene activity, highlighting potential avenues for future research that aims to untangle the complex dynamics at play in both healthy and diseased states. References Ramani, V., Cusanovich, D., Hause, R. et al. Mapping 3D genome architecture through in situ DNase Hi-C. Nat Protoc 11, 2104–2121 (2016). https://doi.org/10.1038/nprot.2016.126 Nour J Abdulhay, Colin P McNally, Laura J Hsieh, Sivakanthan Kasinathan, Aidan Keith, Laurel S Estes, Mehran Karimzadeh, Jason G Underwood, Hani Goodarzi, Geeta J Narlikar, Vijay Ramani (2020) Massively multiplex single-molecule oligonucleosome footprinting eLife 9:e59404. https://doi.org/10.7554/eLife.59404 Abdulhay, N.J., Hsieh, L.J., McNally, C.P. et al. Nucleosome density shapes kilobase-scale regulation by a mammalian chromatin remodeler. Nat Struct Mol Biol 30, 1571–1581 (2023). https://doi.org/10.1038/s41594-023-01093-6 Nanda, A.S., Wu, K., Irkliyenko, I. et al. Direct transposition of native DNA for sensitive multimodal single-molecule sequencing. Nat Genet 56, 1300–1309 (2024). https://doi.org/10.1038/s41588-024-01748-0 Related Episodes Epigenetic Mechanisms in Genome Regulation and Developmental Programming (James Hackett) Chromatin Profiling: From ChIP to CUT&RUN, CUT&Tag and CUTAC (Steven Henikoff) Split-Pool Recognition of Interactions by Tag Extension (SPRITE) (Mitch Guttman) Contact Epigenetics Podcast on X Epigenetics Podcast on Instagram Epigenetics Podcast on Mastodon Epigenetics Podcast on Bluesky Epigenetics Podcast on Threads Active Motif on X Active Motif on LinkedIn Email: podcast@activemotif.com
19 And this he said, signifying by what death he should glorify God. And when he had said this, he saith to him: Follow me.Hoc autem dixit significans qua morte clarificaturus esset Deum. Et cum hoc dixisset, dicit ei : Sequere me. 20 Peter turning about, saw that disciple whom Jesus loved following, who also leaned on his breast at supper, and said: Lord, who is he that shall betray thee?Conversus Petrus vidit illum discipulum, quem diligebat Jesus, sequentem, qui et recubuit in coena super pectus ejus, et dixit : Domine, quis est qui tradet te? 21 Him therefore when Peter had seen, he saith to Jesus: Lord, and what shall this man do?Hunc ergo cum vidisset Petrus, dixit Jesu : Domine, hic autem quid? 22 Jesus saith to him: So I will have him to remain till I come, what is it to thee? follow thou me.Dicit ei Jesus : Sic eum volo manere donec veniam, quid ad te? tu me sequere. 23 This saying therefore went abroad among the brethren, that that disciple should not die. And Jesus did not say to him: He should not die; but, So I will have him to remain till I come, what is it to thee?Exiit ergo sermo iste inter fratres quia discipulus ille non moritur. Et non dixit ei Jesus : Non moritur, sed : Sic eum volo manere donec veniam, quid ad te? 24 This is that disciple who giveth testimony of these things, and hath written these things; and we know that his testimony is true.Hic est discipulus ille qui testimonium perhibet de his, et scripsit haec : et scimus quia verum est testimonium ejus St John is the virgin Apostle, crowned with the halo of those who knew how to conquer their flesh; for this reason, he became "the disciple whom Jesus loved." Thanks to his angelic purity, he imbibed that wholesome wisdom of which the Epistle of the Mass speaks and which has given to him the halo of the Doctors. Finally he received the halo of the Martyrs, since he barely escaped a violent death. It is to St John, who wrote a Gospel, three Epistles and the Apocalypse, that we owe the most beautiful pages on the Divinity of the Word made flesh, and it is for this reason that the virgin Apostle is symbolised by the eagle. His name is mentioned with the other Apostles' names in the Canon of the Mass. St John the Evangelist departed his life at Ephesus (101).
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2 Now when John had heard in prison the works of Christ: sending two of his disciples he said to him:Joannes autem cum audisset in vinculis opera Christi, mittens duos de discipulis suis, 3 Art thou he that art to come, or look we for another?ait illi : Tu es, qui venturus es, an alium exspectamus? 4 And Jesus making answer said to them: Go and relate to John what you have heard and seen.Et respondens Jesus ait illis : Euntes renuntiate Joanni quae audistis, et vidistis. 5 The blind see, the lame walk, the lepers are cleansed, the deaf hear, the dead rise again, the poor have the gospel preached to them.Caeci vident, claudi ambulant, leprosi mundantur, surdi audiunt, mortui resurgunt, pauperes evangelizantur : 6 And blessed is he that shall not be scandalized in me.et beatus est, qui non fuerit scandalizatus in me. 7 And when they went their way, Jesus began to say to the multitudes concerning John: What went you out into the desert to see? a reed shaken with the wind?Illis autem abeuntibus, coepit Jesus dicere ad turbas de Joanne : Quid existis in desertum videre? arundinem vento agitatem? 8 But what went you out to see? a man clothed in soft garments? Behold they that are clothed in soft garments, are in the houses of kings.Sed quid existis videre? hominem mollibus vestitum? Ecce qui mollibus vestiuntur, in domibus regum sunt. 9 But what went you out to see? a prophet? yea I tell you, and more than a prophet.Sed quid existis videre? prophetam? Etiam dico vobis, et plus quam prophetam. 10 For this is he of whom it is written: Behold I send my angel before thy face, who shall prepare thy way before thee.Hic est enim de quo scriptum est : Ecce ego mitto angelum meum ante faciem tuam, qui praeparabit viam tuam ante te
2 Now when John had heard in prison the works of Christ: sending two of his disciples he said to him: Joannes autem cum audisset in vinculis opera Christi, mittens duos de discipulis suis, 3 Art thou he that art to come, or look we for another? ait illi : Tu es, qui venturus es, an alium exspectamus? 4 And Jesus making answer said to them: Go and relate to John what you have heard and seen. Et respondens Jesus ait illis : Euntes renuntiate Joanni quae audistis, et vidistis. 5 The blind see, the lame walk, the lepers are cleansed, the deaf hear, the dead rise again, the poor have the gospel preached to them. Caeci vident, claudi ambulant, leprosi mundantur, surdi audiunt, mortui resurgunt, pauperes evangelizantur : 6 And blessed is he that shall not be scandalized in me. et beatus est, qui non fuerit scandalizatus in me. 7 And when they went their way, Jesus began to say to the multitudes concerning John: What went you out into the desert to see? a reed shaken with the wind? Illis autem abeuntibus, coepit Jesus dicere ad turbas de Joanne : Quid existis in desertum videre? arundinem vento agitatem? 8 But what went you out to see? a man clothed in soft garments? Behold they that are clothed in soft garments, are in the houses of kings. Sed quid existis videre? hominem mollibus vestitum? Ecce qui mollibus vestiuntur, in domibus regum sunt. 9 But what went you out to see? a prophet? yea I tell you, and more than a prophet. Sed quid existis videre? prophetam? Etiam dico vobis, et plus quam prophetam. 10 For this is he of whom it is written: Behold I send my angel before thy face, who shall prepare thy way before thee. Hic est enim de quo scriptum est : Ecce ego mitto angelum meum ante faciem tuam, qui praeparabit viam tuam ante te.
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IN UCRÁINA. ‘*VLADIMIRUS ZELENS’KYJ’, PRAESES UCRAINAE,’ ‘A MORTE’ ‘*AVERTIT’ [QUIA ‘*MISSILE’ ‘CENTUM ET QUINQUAGINTA METRIS’ ‘*CADIT’]. IN CIVITATIBUS FOEDERATAE AMERICAE ‘*McCONELL’ ‘*DEPONIT ‘TAMQUAM DUX SENATI CONGREGATONIS POPULARIS REIPUBLICAE’. ‘*SENATOR OCTOGENARIUS’ ‘POST DUOS DECADAS’ ‘MUNEREM’ ‘*DEPONIT’. IN EUROPA. ‘*EUROPA’ ‘LEGEM’ [QUOD ‘*LIMITAT’ INTELLIGENTIAE ARTIFICIALIS USUM’] ‘*APPROBAT’. IN SUECIA. 3 ‘*SUECIA’ ‘AD CONSOCIATIONEM EX PACTO ATLANTICO SEMPETNTIONALE (LITTERIS COMPENDIARIIS ‘eN-A-Te-O’)’ ‘IAM *PERTINET’. IN HIBERNIA. ‘*VARADKAR’ ‘UT HIBERNIAE PRIMUS MINISTER’ ‘*ABDICAT’. ‘*ABDICATIO’ ‘IMPROVISA’ ‘*FUIT’. IN FRANCIA. ‘*TRISTITIA ET PAENITENTIA’ ‘EX FRANCIAE EPISCOPIS’ ‘ABORTUS INCLUSIONE’ ‘IN LEGE PRIMARIA REI PUBLICAE’ ‘*EST’. IN PERUVIA. ‘*ALBERTUS OTÁROLA, PERUVIAE PRIMUS MINISTER,’ ‘POST CORRUPTIONIS ACCUSATIONES’ ‘*ABDICAT’. IN BRASILIA. ‘IN PAULOPOLI,’ ‘EMERGENTIAE *CASUM’ ‘FEBRIS DENGUE’ ‘*DECLARANT’. IN APRILIS MENSE. DE BELLO ISRAËLIANO-HAMASIANO. ‘*COPIAE AD ISRAELEM DEFENDENDUM (anglice I-De-eF)’ ‘HAMAS HANIYEH DUCIS TRES FILIOS’ ‘*INTERFICIT’. ‘COPIARUM AD ISRAELEM DEFENDENDUM (anglice I-De-eF) SERVITII EXPLORATIONIS *DUX’ ‘PROPTER DEFECTUM DE SEPTEM DIE OCTOBRIS MENSE’ ‘*ABDICAT’. IN UCRANIA. ‘RUSSIAE *ASSULTUS MAGNI’ ‘CONTRA ODESSAM ET KHARKIV’ ‘*FUERUNT’. 4 IN CIVITATIBUS FOEDERATAE AMERICAE. ‘CIVITATUM FOEDERATARUM *CONGRESSUS’ ‘LEGEM AD PECUNIAM DANDUM’ ‘PRO UCRAINA, ISRAELE ET TAIVANIA’ ‘*APPROBAT’. ‘AMERICAE *INDEX FERTILITATIS’ ‘AD CIFRAM MINIMAM’ ‘*DIMINUIT’. IN BRITANNIÁRUM REGNO. ‘*BRITTANIA MEDICAMENTA’, [‘UT’ ‘*IDENTITATEM SEXUALEM PUERORUM’ ‘*MUTABIT’], ‘*FINIT’. IN EUROPA. ‘*PARLAMENTUM EUROPAEUM’ ‘*DECLARAT’ [‘QUOD’ ‘*ABORTUM’ ‘IUS HUMANUM’ ‘*EST’]. ‘POSTRIDIE’, ‘COMMISSIO EUROPAE *CONFERENTIUM EPISCOPORUM’ ‘ADVERSUM ILLAM DECLARATIONEM’ ‘*ADFIRMATUR’. IN CIVITATE VATICANA. ‘*DICASTERIUM PRO DOCTRINA FIDEI’ ‘DECLARATIONEM ‘DIGNITAS INFINITA’’ ‘DE DIGNITATE HUMANA’ ‘*EVULGAVIT’. IN SINIS. ‘*SHENZHOU DUODEVICESIMUS’ ‘FELICITER *IACITUR’. IN MAII MENSE. IN CIVITATIBUS FOEDERATAE AMERICAE. ‘PLUS QUAM DUO MILIA PRO PALESTINA *RECLAMATORES’ ‘IN CAMPIS CIRCUM’ ‘*CAPTI SUNT’. 5 IN BRITANNIÁRUM REGNO. ‘*SCHOLAE’ ‘SEXUALEM DOCTRINAM GENERIS DOGMAQUE’ ‘*VETANT’ ‘DOCERE’ ‘DISCIPULIS MINORIBUS NOVEM ANNOS’. IN SLOVACIA. ‘*ICTOS AB ARMA IGNIFERA’ ‘AD FICO, [‘*QUI’ ‘SLOVACIAE PRIMUM MINISTRUM’ ‘EST’], ‘*MITTUNT’. ‘VULNERATO IN PECTUS ET IN ABDOMEN’ ‘*FUIT’. ‘*MEDICI’ ‘*DICUNT’ ‘EUM’ ‘PRO VITA SUA’ ‘PUGNARE’. IN SINIS. ‘*BEIJING’ ‘PROPRIA STATIONEM SPATIALEM’ ‘*AEDIFICAVIT’, [‘POSTQUAM’ ‘A STATIONE SPATIA INTERNATIONALI’ ‘EXCLUSA’ ‘*EST’]. IN AUGUSTI MENSE. DE BELLO ISRAËLIANO-HAMASIANO. ‘IN GAZA, IN PALAESTINA’. ‘*ASSULTUS CUM MISSILIBUS’ ‘CONTRA SCHOLAM’ ‘CENTUM MORTUOS’ ‘*PROVOCAT’. IN UKRAINA. IN KURSK. ‘INSULTANS UCRANIAE *OPERARIOS ET MILITES’ ‘RUSSIAE’ ‘IN PROVINCIA KURSK’ ‘*COMMOVIT’. ‘TERRITORIUM RUSSICUM’ ‘INVIONABILE NON ESSE’ ‘*DEMOSTRAVIT’. IN ORIENTE MEDIO. ‘*HAMAS’ ‘DUCEM NOVUM’ ‘*HABET’. [‘YAHYA SINWAR’ ‘*NOMEN EIUS’ ‘*EST’] ET [PROXIMUS ‘AD IRANIAM’ ‘*EST’]. 6 IN IRANIA. ‘*MAHOMETUS GIAVAD ZARIFV, IRANIAE VICEPRAESIDENS PRO STRATEGEMA,’ ‘*DIMITIT’ IN IAPONIA. [‘PRIMUS MINISTER IAPONIAE, FUMIO KISHIDA’, *DECLARAVIT [‘*EUM’ ‘AD FACTIONIS SUIS COMITIA ‘NON ADFUTURUM *ESSE’] ]. IN SEPTEMBRIS MENSE. IN ORBE TERRARUM. ‘*NUMERUM EX IUVENIBUS’, ‘[‘*QUI’ , CONFICERE MUTATIONEM SEXUALEM’ ‘REDIRE’ ‘*VOLUNT’], ‘*AUGMENTAT’. ‘POST LIBANUS. ‘DUODECIM MORTUI, MILIA VULNERATORUM’. ‘*HIC’ ‘*EST’ ‘TERRIBLIS RATIO DISRUPTIIS SIMULTANEAE’ [‘*QUAE’ ‘pagers (ANGLICE) ET TELEPHONOS GESTABILES HEZBOLAE’ ‘IN VARIIS PARTIBUS LIBANI ET IN SYRIA’ ‘*AFFECIT’]. ‘*CENTUM ET CENTUM PERSONARUM’, [‘*QUAE’ ‘MULTI CIVILES’ ‘*ERANT’], ‘ISRAELIS PYROBOLORUM CONIECTIONIBUS’ ‘IN LIBANO’ ‘*MORTUI FUERUNT’. IN UCRÁINA. ‘*ZELENS’KYJ’ ‘CUM MISSILIBUS ET ‘AEROPLANIS PYRAULOCINETICIS EF-SEDECIM’ 7 ‘AD PUTIN’ ‘*RESPONDENT’. ‘*KIOVIA’ ‘CENTUM OPPIDA’ ‘*VINCIT’. IN CIVITATIBUS FOEDERATAE AMERICAE. '*REUS’ ‘*FACTUS EST’ , [‘*QUI’ 'TRUMP CONATO HOMICIDIO' ‘IN SUSPICIONEM’ ‘*CECEDIT’]. '*RYAN WESLEY ROUTH’ ‘*ACCUSATUS FUIT’ [‘POSTQUAM’ ‘*PROCURATOR SERVITII SECRETI’ ‘TELUM IGNIFERUM AK-QUADRAGINTA-SEPTEM’ ‘*CONSPEXIT’ ‘PER SAEPTUM CATENAE’ ‘EXTRA TRUMP GOLF SODALITATEM'], ['UBI PRIOR *PRAESES CIVITATUM FOEDERATARUM AMERCAE ‘*LUSIT’]. EUROPA MERIDIANA. ‘*TEMPESTAS BORIS’ ‘*IACTABAT’ ‘PLUVIAM’ ‘IN EUROPA MEDIA’ ‘IN PAUCIS DIEBUS HAEC SEPTIMANA', 'CAUSA INUNDATIONIS CALAMITOSAE' [QUAE ‘SALTEM DUO ET VIGINTI MORTES’ ‘*CEDIT’]. IN GERMANIA. ‘IN GERMANIA’, ‘*ALTERNATIVA PRO GERMANIA (abbreviation ‘A-EF-De’)’ ‘CIVITATIS PRIMA COMITIA’ ‘*VICIT’. THAILANDIA. ‘THAILANDIAE *REX’ ‘LEGEM’ ‘PRO MATRIMONIO HOMINUM EIUSDEM SEXUS’ ‘*SUBSCRIBIT’. ‘*THAILANDIA’ ‘PRIMA CIVITAS’ ‘EX ASIA MERIDIORIENTALIS’ ‘APPROBANS HOC MATRIMONII GENUS’ ‘*EST’. 8 IN OCTOBRIS MENSE. LIBANO. BERYTO. ‘ISRAELIS PYROBOLORUM *CONIECTIO’ ‘HAEC HEBDOMADA’ ‘*ASCENDIT’. ‘MULTAS PERSONAS’ ‘*INTERFECIT’ ET VICTIMAS ‘AD CIRCA DUO MILIA QUADRIGENTAS’ ‘*ADVENIT’. CIVITATIBUS FOEDERATIS AMERICAE. CIVITATIBUS FODERERATIS AMERICAE. MAGNA TEMPESTAS. ‘*HURACANUM HELENA’ ‘PLUS QUAM SEXAGINTA PERSONAS’ ‘*OCCIDIT’ ET ‘*PROVOCAVIT’ ‘QUOD ‘TRES MILIA MILIUM PERSONAS’ ‘SINE DOMIBUS’ ‘*SINT’. FRANCIA SIVE FRANCOGALIA. RESPUBLICA FRANCICA. MICHAEL BARNIER CONSILIUM. ‘*BARNIER, FRANCIAE NOVUS PRIMUS MINISTER’ ‘ANTE CONVENTUM NATIONALE’ ‘CONSILIUM’ ‘AD GUBERNANDUM FRANCIAM’ ‘*EXHIBIT’. ‘ALQUIA *PROPOSITA’ ‘*SUNT’: ‘DEFECTUM PUBLICUM DIMINUET’, ‘EROGATIONES MINUET’, ‘VECTIGALIA AUGMENTABIT’, ‘ET CETERA’. EX HEBDOMADA PAPAE. CUM VENIA EX DICASTERIO VATICANII AD COMUNICATIONEM. “DILEXIT NOS” ‘INITIALIA’ ‘*SUNT’ ‘VERBA’ ‘QUARTARUM LITTERARUM ENCYCLICARUM’ 9 ‘FRANCISCI PAPAE’ ‘AD MUNDUM’ ‘*QUI ‘COR’ ‘*AMISISSET VIDETUR’ . IAPONIA. IAPŌNIA. VETERANUS AD GUBERNANDUM. ‘*FACTIO LIBERALIS DEMOCRATICA (Pe-eL- De)’ ‘NOVUM DUCEM’ ‘*HABET’, ET ‘IAPŌNIA’, ‘NOVUM PRIMARIUM MINISTRUM’. ‘DIE VICESIMO SEPTIMO SEPTEMBRIS MENSE’ ‘ETIAM HABET’. ‘*SHIGERU ISHIBA’ ‘COMITIA INTERNA’ ‘PRINCIPALIS PARTIS DEXTERAE IAPONIAE’, QUAE ‘IN PARLIAMENTO’ ‘MAIORITATEM’ ‘HABET’, ‘*VICIT’. MEXICO. MEXICOPOLIS. PRIMI HISTORICI. ‘PRIMA *FEMINA PRAESES ET PRIMA *IUDAEA PRAESES’ ‘IN MEXICO’ ‘*EST’. IN NOVEMBRIS MENSE. HIZBULLA ‘*HIZBULLA sive HEZBOLLAH, [*QUOD FACTIO POLITICA ET MILITARIS LIBANICA *EST],’ ‘NAIM QASSEM’. ‘SICUT’ ‘NOVUM DUCEM’ ‘*ELEGIT’ [‘QUIA’ ‘*ISRAEL’ ‘HIZBULLA DUCEM ANTERIOREM’ ‘*NECAVIT’]. IRANIA. ‘ISRAELIS *AEROPLANA INSECTATORIA, [*QUAE ‘COPIARUM AD ISRAELEM DEFENDENDUM’ *SUNT],’ ‘MISSILES’ 10 ‘CONTRA IRANIAE DEFENSIONIS SYSTEMA ET MISSILIUM OFFICINAS’ ‘*DIREXERUNT’. CIVITATUM FOEDERATARUM AMERICAE COMITIA. RES ITA EST. TRUMP VICTOR. ‘*DONALDUS TRUMP’ ‘VICTORIAM’ ‘AB KAMALA HARRIS’ ‘IN COMITIIS PRAESIDENTIALIBUS AMERICAE FOEDERATAE’ ‘*REPORTAVIT’, [UT ‘*OBSIGNARET’ ‘REDITUM HISTORICUM IN DOMO ALBA’ ‘SICUT QUADRAGESIMUS SEPTIMUS PRAESES CIVITATUM FOEDERATARUM’]. ‘CUM NONNULLIS PROVENTIBUS’ ‘ADHUC *NUNTIARETUR’, ‘*TRUMP’ ‘VENTUM POPULAREM QUENDAM’ ‘*QUAESIVIT’ ‘SEPTEM ADDUCTIUS CIVITATES’ [‘*QUAE’ ‘PER TRIUMPHUM’ ‘EUM’ ‘*DUCERET’], ET ‘FORTASSE ETIAM POPULUM SUFFRAGIUM’. ‘*TRUMP’ ‘IN ORATIONE VICTORIAE’ ‘*DIXIT ’ [IMPEDIMENTA ‘*EOS’ ‘*SUPERAVISSE’] [‘QUA’ ‘*NEMO’ ‘*PUTABAT’]. BRITANNIARUM REGNO. ‘TIMES NUNTIORUM (anglice: The Times)’ ‘*DICUNT’ [‘INTERDUM’ ‘HOMINES’ ‘NON *AUSCULTARE’ ‘DUCES FACTIONUM OPPOSITIONIS]. ‘KEMI BADENOCH, [QUI DUX NOVUS FACTIONIS CONSERVATIVI ‘EST], ‘ILLA PROBLEMA’ ‘NON *HABET’. EX HEBDOMADA PAPAE. CUM VENIA EX DICASTERIO VATICANII AD COMUNICATIONEM. 11 ‘PONTIFICIA COMMISSIO DE TUTELA MINORUM’ ‘PRIMUM DE ABUSIBUS IN ECCLESIA QUINQUE CONTIENTIUM COMMENTARIUM’ ‘EXHIBUIT’. HISPANIA. PAIPORTA, HISPANIA. IRA INUNDATIONE. ‘*REGIMEN’ ‘LENTE *RESPONDIT’ . ‘*PETRUS SANCHEZ’ ‘*MISIT’ ‘DEX MILIA COPIAS’ ‘AD ADIUVANDUM’ . ‘*CENTENI’ ‘AD REGEM ET AD REGINAM’ ‘CAENUM’ ‘*IACTAVERUNT’ ET ‘*CLAMAVERUNT’ [‘HOMICIDAS’ ‘*ESSE’]. ‘NUNTII IN LINGUA LATINA’ ‘EXEUNTIS ANNI SPECIALIS PROGRAMMA QUOTANNIS’ ‘FINIENDUM EST’. ¡FELIX CHRISTI NATALIS! ET ¡FELIX SIT ANNUS NOVUS! SI NUNTII IN LINGUA LATINA TRADUCTOR ESSE VOLUERIS, QUAESO LITTERAM ELECTRONICAM AD lpesquera@up.edu.mx MITTAS’. If you would like to collaborate as a translator in Nuntii in Lingua Latina, please send an email to lpesquera@up.edu.mx
2 Now when John had heard in prison the works of Christ: sending two of his disciples he said to him:Joannes autem cum audisset in vinculis opera Christi, mittens duos de discipulis suis, 3 Art thou he that art to come, or look we for another?ait illi : Tu es, qui venturus es, an alium exspectamus? 4 And Jesus making answer said to them: Go and relate to John what you have heard and seen.Et respondens Jesus ait illis : Euntes renuntiate Joanni quae audistis, et vidistis. 5 The blind see, the lame walk, the lepers are cleansed, the deaf hear, the dead rise again, the poor have the gospel preached to them.Caeci vident, claudi ambulant, leprosi mundantur, surdi audiunt, mortui resurgunt, pauperes evangelizantur : 6 And blessed is he that shall not be scandalized in me.et beatus est, qui non fuerit scandalizatus in me. 7 And when they went their way, Jesus began to say to the multitudes concerning John: What went you out into the desert to see? a reed shaken with the wind?Illis autem abeuntibus, coepit Jesus dicere ad turbas de Joanne : Quid existis in desertum videre? arundinem vento agitatem? 8 But what went you out to see? a man clothed in soft garments? Behold they that are clothed in soft garments, are in the houses of kings.Sed quid existis videre? hominem mollibus vestitum? Ecce qui mollibus vestiuntur, in domibus regum sunt. 9 But what went you out to see? a prophet? yea I tell you, and more than a prophet.Sed quid existis videre? prophetam? Etiam dico vobis, et plus quam prophetam. 10 For this is he of whom it is written: Behold I send my angel before thy face, who shall prepare thy way before thee.Hic est enim de quo scriptum est : Ecce ego mitto angelum meum ante faciem tuam, qui praeparabit viam tuam ante te.
Becoming something of value has its downside. In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected.. “Live fast, die young and leave a; No. Enjoy life and die when it is your time. Your corpse will the least of your concerns if there really is an Afterlife.” (Monday) For some God-unknown reason I was showing up to work at 6 a.m. Monday. I swear, one of these days I'm going to show up to work naked. If asked why, I'll claim that it wasn't in my brilliantly scripted orders. I would then beg forgiveness for 'assuming' I was allowed to breath, or even be conscious. We'd all laugh. Nothing would change. They were never going to give me advance warning of what my latest errand entailed. I don't think it was in them. "You've made to Week Three," Buffy sneered as we entered the garage beneath Havenstone's skyscraper. "I'm flabbergasted." "So am I; flabbergasted that is," I nodded sagely. "I had no idea you knew what flabbergasted meant." Punch. Definitely back to the old Buffy. "You need a haircut," she commented. My phone beeped. I had data packet. I had received them before; just not from this place. I opened it up as we exited the car and made for elevators. "Holy Bat-shit Bat-Bunny!" I gasped. "Hayden's written me a letter." "Really?" Buffy was momentarily non-psychotic. I showed her my screen. Hayden had made an official declaration; something that would be in the records of the Amazons from now until forever. Any and all males of Havenstone; specifically one Cáel Nyilas; were to forthwith and immediately stop spiritually assassinating any and all Amazons and Amazon recruits. Furthermore, I was admonished for murdering Fabiola Dobrani and, under penalty of an unmentioned punishment, I was to publicly rejoice at her resurrection. Life was relentless. Buffy's phone rang. She got the same message I did; as did every freaking Amazon in the building. I didn't think the guys would be getting this memo. "I wonder how the Chicklettes are going to take this," I mused. The doors opened before Buffy could formulate her comeback. Relentless may have not been a strong enough word. Waiting for us in two distinct groups were Constanza with two SD Playboy Bunnies; opposite them was Oneida. Oneida looked; enamored. This wasn't curiosity about what my meat would feel like as it made her weep tears of rapture. This was a weekend binge of watching some of the best received, twenty-something, romantic movies of the past ten years. It was hard for me to decide which group was more divorced from reality; the Amazon man-haters, or the 'Hollywood was real' babe. "I'm going to get a bite to eat," Buffy announced. Entering the garage had completed her bodyguard duties. Oneida had the higher prestige so she came first. "Hi Cáel Nyilas," she stepped up and greeted me. She extended her hand; for me to shake. Amazons clasped forearm to forearm. I greeted her Amazon-style. "It is good to see you again, Oneida of House Arinniti," I replied. She looked upset. "You know who I am," she sighed with disappointment. "Please believe me," I stroked the side of her left cheek to the top of her ear, "had I known Friday, I would have finished up by impaled myself on your spear and cleared up a whole manner of things. Why does it matter to you that I know who you are?" "I; I didn't want to be treated as anyone special," she gazed up at me with innocent eyes. "That's not going to be a problem," I chuckled. "To me, you are nothing but another psycho-bitch that's trying to kill me. You are a black-hearted, soulless creation of Hell and I hate your guts, Oneida." "But you saved my life?" she whimpered. She was a bit more unbalanced than the normal babe employed here. Yay me. "And? See, this is why my description of you and your sisters is so accurate," I smiled while I explained. "I would try to save almost anyone because it is the right thing to do. The only reason saving you was a mistake was that it caused me to fall further into Hayden's favor. Now she's going to expect that shit on a regular basis solely because you are of House Arinniti." "Ah; I like you," Oneida pleaded. "Why?" I asked. "You risked so much for Aya. You made her laugh and smile. You; you acted as if you cared for her; as if you were her own mother," Oneida told me. "Was that a deception too?" "Hmmm; not what I expected," I mused. "Fine, realizing that I was with Aya for her sake and hers alone raises you up a step in my estimations. I'm not being deceptive about how I feel about this place, Oneida. Here, let me prove it." I looked to Constanza. "Constanza, do I hate your guts?" She glared at me. "Constanza, if I thought I could get away with it, would I shove a fragmentation grenade up your ass and pull the pin?" No response. "See," I grinned to the gawking Oneida, "I'm not being deceptive about how I feel about this place. My opinion matters not at all to these women yet they know I'll never act on my hate because of my own, perverse Code of Conduct. I'm not going to run away and I'm not going to stop being me. I'm certainly not going to fall in love with anyone here." "Oh," she muttered. "I have to go to work now. Have a nice day," I turned to Constanza. "Are you my work buddy today?" "Male, come with us," Constanza snapped. Off the four of us walked; right back to the elevator. Down we went, past any level my ID card could have accessed. Devo's Working in the Coal Mine sprang to mind, so I hummed it. I was feeling completely at ease. Constanza stood behind me, while the other two stood at either side, but half a step back so they were right at the edge of my peripheral vision. I felt like a team player; an interregnal part of my imminent demise. The group marched past the Armory. I waved to my old friend, the Kindergarten Cop. She glowered. Amazons were not martinets. They were clean-cut and proud, but vigilance meant much more than a scuff mark on a boot, or a gaze locked on the farther wall. Our trip deposited in yet another room I could never access. I was the first one through the door. I almost froze. For starters, the room was around 15 meters wide and 6 meters deep. In the center of the room was an 8x2meter table. On the table where a wide variety of firearms and ammunition. Automatic pistols, revolvers, shotguns and submachine guns plus multiple clips, or speed-loaders for them all. They hadn't brought me here to murder me with Death by multiple calibers. If they wanted me dead, they would have blown my brains out already then put a gun in my hand in a hopeless attempt to fool Katrina. The number of guns didn't even impress me. The far wall was transparent and through it I could see multiple ladies in sports bras and boy shorts shooting away on a firing range. Holy Mother of God! I was here for weapons training. What the Hell had gone wrong? As I moved deeper into the room, one SD Femi-Nazi moved down the left wall, the other moved down the right and Constanza remained two steps behind me. "Please clarify my task for this time period, Constanza?" I requested. The look she shot me was lethal. "The weapons present are ones you have stated you have a familiarity with as well as others in common usage here at Havenstone. All the rounds are hollow points, or slugs. Chose which weapons you wish to qualify in, load your clips and inform me when you have completed this part of the assignment." "Thank you," I nodded then set to the task at hand. Constanza clearly had expected me to be a smart ass. I had used learning about guns to get tail. That didn't mean I disrespected the weapons. I picked up several side arms, testing their weight and grips before deciding on the 40 caliber Smith and Wesson Glock 22. I felt the ammo, making sure I wouldn't be running around with blanks this time. This shit was real. Elsa had claimed she'd rather be skinned alive than let any man bear weapons in her Havenstone. Maybe I shouldn't have felt her up, or given that massage to that med tech, or stripped in the elevator. I was a really, truly naughty boy. Most women spank naughty boys. My tormentors tend to fuck with my mind because, ya know, it's harder to defend against that crap. Also, there is not a hand lotion made that will soothe the ravaged psyche. I began loading the clips. "Is that the only one you are taking?" Constanza eventually broke down and asked. "I don't want to waste your time," I replied. "This is my favorite pistol. I've shot 22, 38, 9 mm, and 45, but I'm most comfortable with this one. Maybe later I can work with the shotguns. I haven't a clue how to handle anything else." I could see it in her eyes; 'damn him; he's making sense.' There was one final way I could fuck up. I didn't. I knew firearms etiquette. Don't load your gun before taking your station at the range. Sure, all the crazy chicks could do it, but that was part of their jobs; killing things. I was a novice. I picked out some ear protection and an adequate hip holster in case Constanza wanted me to fire from the draw. I was clearly not making her day by not screwing up. "This way," she barked. She accessed the door leading to the range and out we stepped. All around, the firing slowly died. For each of the women, there was a second of disbelief followed by several more seconds of outrage. Lust was where the emotional landslide ended. I was 'That' guy. I wasn't something they could codify. I made meaningful, defiant eye contact, I dressed to impress, and I was known to be courageous. Having Hayden decide that she wanted to mate with me didn't hurt my appeal one bit. I could already tell they were figuring out where to shoot me so that I could still have sex an hour later. I was a man in Havenstone with a gun after all. I was the equivalent of the Pope in Mecca; it just didn't happen. My booth was nice and comfy. After placing my gear on the table, "What do I do next?" "Ear guards; check weapon; load, chamber, announce your preparation to fire; fire as quickly and accurately as possible. Reload and fire until you have uses all rounds," she commanded. Hmm; six meters. Standard human-scored target. I hadn't done this in a year. I shook my limbs out to get ready for the shock and recoil then steadied my breathing. Fifteen rounds, starting at the ready stance. "Ready," I pronounced. "Begin," was Constanza's muffled command. The report of the first shot, the sting of the recoil, the pull on the arm and the shell ejecting; all of those rolled over me before I could count. I almost missed the automatic slide staying open. Down went the old magazine even as my left hand retrieved and leveraged the next one in. A problem presented itself. The girl who first taught me was pretty good; in the 'if you couldn't find the prerequisite number of bullet holes in the target, everyone assumed the missing bullet had passed through one of the previous penetrations' kind of way. I was pretty lucky. She took a red hot poker to me and was thankfully far less accurate. She was so incredibly beautiful; so furious with me, naked and chasing me around a cabin lit solely by the fireplace, with that firebrand in her hand. Maybe it was wrong of me to take her English professor up to the girl's cabin for a sexual rendezvous; or stick the professor in the closet when the poor lady absolutely had go to the bathroom. Or fucked the girl on her bear skin rug until the professor had to come out of said closet before she urinated. I know; I'm an idiot. Fifteen bullets into the first target had made a mess of it. Since there was no one in either station around me, I started shooting at the target to the left. I put the last magazine into the one on the right. It took me well over thirty seconds to get all 45 shots off, but I did it. "Done," I stated as I put the gun down and took a half-step back. "Do you shoot pistols a lot?" one of my other guards asked in amazement. They had undoubtedly seen better speed and marksmanship. It was their cosmically low opinion of me that made my effort so impossible to believe. "No, I'm a Natural Born Killer," I grinned at the three of them. "Males are arrogant and take things for granted. They are sloppy," Constanza sneered. "It never fails to surprise me that you don't accept that your ancestors were some of the toughest bitches to ever walk the planet," I muttered. "What does that mean?" Constanza growled. "Warriors so tough they are remembered thousands of years later and your founders escaped with their lives; as opposed to all those Trojans, Hittites and Lydians who ended up decorating graves with their bones," I glared back. "What I mean is; why does me having a weapon really bother you? I'm am totally out-numbered, out-classed and out-gunned." "I don't want to die. I'm definitely not suicidal. I'll even take bullets, arrows and blades for you people," I snarled. "Quite frankly, all of this paranoia is really starting to get on my nerves, so fucking Cut it out!" "You do not tell us what to do," Constanza ground out. She'd grabbed my chin with one hand. "I'll keep that in mind next time an Amazon's life is in danger and a simply warning from me could save their life. Be assured I'll put your directive down for the reason they croaked," I countered. "If it was up to me, you would be killed for your insolence," she growled. "Does it ever occur to you it is the other way around?" I touched her wrist. "What?" Constanza was both irate and uncertain. "You are where you are because you have a habit of making poor decision on a strategic level," I explained. Apparently I wanted to die. "Why does anyone like you?" Constanza muttered. "Like me? Most people who know me, hate me; like you. The difference is they get to know me first then they hate me. You haven't gotten the full Cáel experience yet. You hate me on a purely generic level. Real hate comes from knowing me," I grinned. Like so much that comes from my lips, that was a lie. To be truthful, most of the women I had wronged over the past four years forgave me; eventually. Most of them figured out that I hadn't cheated on them; I cheated on EVERY girl I was with, but one; my mentor. She was the one who tossed me out among the female population in the first place. Some ladies did hold a grudge. There is one chick who burns me in effigy every year on the date of our break up. I should have known better. It was my freshman year and she was a Psychology teaching assistant. Most psych majors are wacko; more wacko than most pissed of women, I have learned from experience. I'll still date them. I also take more care about what I eat and drink around them too. "I'm glad to know you will be gone soon," she seethed then removed her hand from my chin. "Constanza, you really need to stop trusting me so much," I chuckled. "I don't trust you at all," she countered. "But you are taking my word for it that women hate me," I snickered. "More importantly, you are ignoring the facts. The majority of the women at Havenstone who like me, do so for reasons totally devoid of any intimacy. We both know I can be a jerk. I'm being a jerk right now; to you. What separates us is that I have no doubt that if you were in danger, I would come to your aid. That is the kind of person I am," I related calmly. "That would never happen," Constanza insisted. "I don't care what you think," I shot back. "I don't make decisions based on your whimsy. I follow my leadership. I know I'm loyal. Now, can we please get back to the reason we are all here?" The scoring indicated that I was so lucky that girl came at me with the poker. I missed six shots out of 45, which I thought was awesome. I even managed to badly tear up the chests of the front and left targets. The target on the right was still 'dead', but he could be buried in a tuxedo. I had one head shot; it wasn't on purpose. We went back to the gun room, reloaded my Glock, a 38 Colt and a Mossberg shotgun. One guard went with me while Constanza and the second guard scored my first round. Back in the firing lane, I lost all firearms ability what so ever. I was saved by three shooters who volunteered to help. See how easy that was? They helped me with my stances, reload techniques and argued the merits of hip holster, ankle holsters and shoulder holsters. To reciprocate their hospitality, I stripped off my annoying jacket, tie, shirt and undershirt. We got into a discussion of spent rounds bouncing around and maybe scaring the shooter. For the Amazons, it was training to ignore painful distractions. I stopped; leveled by an epic brainstorm; and fired off an order to Executive Services; care of Daphne. "What are you doing?" one of the new lethality-engines asked, somewhat piqued. "Oh, I have to celebrate Fabiola's resurrection; Hayden's orders; and that is going to require supernatural aids," I replied. I was back on track in their eyes. "What was it like to feel the strength of the Ancestors flow through you?" the second one whispered. This Ancestors and Goddess crap; mysticism was real to them. I've never claimed to be a deity though I've insinuated that I was the blood descendant of the Goddess Ishtar; reference the Wiccan Priestess; and her circle of naked female celebrants. The answer, not a total lie, was pure Amazon. "I didn't feel anything," I could sense their disappointment. "You know, all I felt was the spear and nothing else. Absolutely nothing else mattered. All other burdens and pains were lifted from me so I could devote myself entirely to the task at hand; hold the spear aloft." They ate it up because the 'stillness' was at their core of martial mystique. Bushido had it too except they called it 'No Mind', or something like that. To be honest, I had come by that state of being through sex. My focus narrowed down to my partner and all of her actions and reactions. For a lowly male, like me, to possess that quality must have been divine intervention. "You did a wonderful thing; channeling the Ancestors that way," the third stated. "Oneida is precious to the Host." "I beg to differ," I regarded her with a quirky smirk. "Every life is precious. When you start weighing a person's life before you chose to save it, you have lost much more than that split second; you have lost a piece of your soul." Oh look. I was lecturing them and they didn't like it. "Try looking at it from my viewpoint for a second," I knew they couldn't. "I'm a lowly male caught up in your fiendish experiment. I don't know who any of you are beyond the reality that you would casually harm, or even kill me for any number of reasons." "You clearly think I should cower and cow-tow to your whims and wishes," I took in their negative reactions. "I'm not. That's not me. Instead, I'm going to run errands, learn to fight, laugh, play and have a great time. If it matters; I know it doesn't to you; I am Cáel Nyilas, son of Ferko, son of Árpád of the Magyar. 'Where there is Valor, there is Hope'," I added. That wasn't my family motto. We were from poor, immigrant stock. My grandparents spoke Hungarian. I knew a little of it, just not enough to be considered fluent. I knew some Vlach (Romanian) too. When your neighbors are screaming insults at you, it pays to know exactly what they are saying. Again, I'm not fluent in Vlach, but I could get in a bar fight over what I did know. "Your lineage is inconsequential," Constanza snapped. She'd come back; yippee! "How did I do, Jefe?" I beamed happiness her way. "I hate you," she said through clenched teeth. I must have done better than I thought. "Well, that's good. Maybe, under your instruction, I'll almost be a match for the other fine ladies down here one day in the distant future," I nodded happily. "That your heart still beats is an insult to everything I stand for," Constanza spat. "I'm cool with that in the same way I'm cool ignoring this whole 'blood prestige' thing. You gals aren't respecting mine and you certainly aren't explaining your rules to me, so I'm opting out of this whole 'my old lady was better at dodging arrows than yours'." "You should not insult us this way," my closet, newest gun-buddy cautioned me. "I agree. Do you even know who the Magyar are?" I inquired. "No," she shrugged. "Go find out and then we can talk," I grinned. "Until then, you are disrespecting the aim of a sniper you don't even know exists yet is stalking you." As they were struggling to figure that out, I groaned. "You are insulting my people without knowledge of who they are. You are asking me to show respect to your people without explaining to me why. I'm sure they were wonderful, fucking women, but I don't know anything about them," I related. "If you want blind obedience, go have fun with sterility," I smirked. "I've got better and more far-sighted women I'd rather be with." "Most likely you will be milked of your seed, joined with our eggs thus creating the next generation of the host," the third girl got all riled-up. Sex. "Man," I laughed. "Am I the only one here to have figured out that I, and the other new male hires, aren't the only ones being tested? Really? Come on. If Katrina wanted to train me to use a gun, she could have sent me with Desiree to a private gun range and handled this stuff off-site. No. She had to put me here; with all of you." All those smug, superior, horny chicks just realized they'd taken a philosophical snap-kick to the cranium. Tested? Amazons were tested all the fucking time. It was their culture to keep them fit, firm and alert. Best of all, the male had to be the one to bring this to their attention. I wrapped my arm around the waist of the closest Amazon and pulled her groin to my hip. "That's okay though. I'm in this for all of you," I murmured while looking deep into her eyes; as if we were the only two people in the world. "With your aid, I think we can do this; make it work. Don't you?" She nodded. It was like shooting fish in a barrel. Shotguns, pistol-grip shotguns and an MP-5 joined my list of weapons I knew the basics of afterwards. Once more, I was rendered even more attractive by the fact that I could hit a man-sized target at 6 meters with a gun I had only then picked up. I had been joking about the whole 'natural born killer' comeback. I wasn't convinced that my ancestor's ability to fight all their neighbors, sometimes all at the same time, made me kick-ass. Frankly, my people had lost wars to every European empire of the middle ages and modern times. You just couldn't keep us down. Maybe resistance was genetically based. That was crazy talk; but Grandpa was a tough SOB, as was my Dad, now that I thought about it. Gramps Old Man died fighting the Russians in world war two, which was why he fled his homeland as a child. Mom's people; they were Irish; the Irish, when not fighting for their own homeland, were fighting for some else's. Mom didn't get the time to teach me much, but I do recall this: The greatest lie the Irish ever tell is that they only hate the English. The Irish hate anyone they can get their hands on, even other Irish. If you don't believe that, look at every ethnic neighborhood in the US that border an Irish enclave. They fight with them all. I got my twisted sense of humor from my Mom. I miss her so. Knowing Mom, she wouldn't be ashamed of my infidelities. She'd probably say 'he's test-driving until he finds the one that can keep him in line'. I hoped she wouldn't be ashamed of me. My time was up. I had to go to Katrina's office. Constanza banished me with a grumpy face and a dismissive wave of the hand. The chick I had put on my hip volunteered/elbowed her way to showing me out. My ID card wouldn't open any stairwell, or elevator. She felt comfortable walking around in her underwear, plus a shoulder holstered 10 mm. Ten steps out, from her left, I snaked my hand around her back to her right hip. She looked to me and smiled. "Can you give me some advice?" I inquired. "I'll try," she hedged. "Well, you are clearly in excellent physical condition. I've been trying to put together a regimen that will get my left thigh in shape," I started. She nodded. "I've a quadriceps exercise in mind, but I'm unsure about one for the gluts," I mused. She looked uncertain. I moved my hand off her hip, over to her left hand then placed her hand force on my left ass. We were now really close. "I'm afraid of losing my muscle tone. Can you help?" "Umm;” she hesitated. "I could think of a few things." She worked herself up to giving my ass a good squeeze. This was not the first male ass she'd handled yet it was most likely the firmest and most sexually promising one she'd felt. Promising something she couldn't quite envision but felt deep within her loins. She dispensed advice. I nodded appreciatively. When I asked for some kind of confirmation, she kindly put my hand on her ass which I promptly began squeezing. Like shooting fish in a barrel. We were comparing stomach and shoulder techniques on the elevator. Her name was Naomi and she was with the Security Detail and a member of House Rajah; ally of House Arinniti. Sweet! Like clockwork, Brielle and her buddy joined me in the elevator on the ground floor. They had to know somebody to track me this well. Me shirtless with an Amazon in her undies. It must be Monday morning. "This is new," Brielle commented. "Good morning, Naomi. Forget something?" "I'm on the job," Naomi retorted. It was the whole 'going without clothes' thing. "Are you protecting a bare-chested Cáel from us, or us from a bare-chested Cáel?" her companion joked. Naomi's mouth opened then shut. "I cannot talk about it. Neither one of us can," Naomi declared with authority. "That's right, Ladies," I nodded. "What happens in the laundry room, stays in the laundry room." All those who felt I'd gone to the laundry room, raise your hands. No takers. "I smell gunpowder residue," Brielle commented after she took a close whiff. "The Dominicans, Latin Kings, and the Redneck Posse have all started fighting over that little block of paradise I call home," I sighed regretfully. Silence. "Redneck Posse? That's not one I've heard of before," Naomi commented. Here we go! "Oh yeah," I looked contemplative. "Ten years ago, several linguists studying Appalachian dialects paid for some native speakers to come to the city to help in their research. The hillbillies got paid, got jobs and brought their families down." "When the grant money for the study ran out, the bumpkins had to find another way to support their kin that their minimum wage jobs couldn't providing. Enter the Redneck Posse. Guns, meth, moonshine; they do it all. They are kind of like Afghan tribesmen except instead of being half a world away by sea, or air, they are a four, or five, hour drive down the interstate," I concluded. The three women exchanged confused looks. The doors opened on my floor. "Oh my Goddess!" Brielle exclaimed. "That's almost possible to believe." I winked and left. "You mean that was a lie too?" Naomi gasped. The doors shut on that conversation as I swept through the office. I had 90 seconds to spare. Only Dora wasn't here yet, but there was a pile of boxes on my desk. They were all looking at me as if I'd just stepped out of a pool, or a French cologne commercial. I set my clothing and valise on my tiny, now over-stacked, desk then joined the line-up. "Good morning Cáel," Katrina looked me up and down. "I certainly hope it will be. Good morning to you too, Katrina," I beamed. Pause. "Forgetting something?" Katrina prodded. I sniffed the air. I didn't sense it. "Yes Ma'am, Katrina. I'm missing one thing. I hope it gets here soon," I confirmed. Pause. "Very well, let's get started," Katrina began. Fabiola lost it. "What! He doesn't have a shirt, tie, or jacket on. As far as we know, he's not even wearing underwear," she screeched. "Cáel, is your attire, or lack thereof, necessary for the performance of your duties?" Katrina politely inquired. "Yes it is Katrina," I nodded. "Very well;” Katrina started over. "What possible reason could you have for being half dressed," Fabiola ranted. "Are you going to cover yourself with oil and slither down the stairs like the snake you are?" No one said anything for a while. The rest of the 'new hires' were coming around to the fact that Katrina and I were mocking Fabiola. Otherwise, Katrina would have shut her down. I held up my hand. "Yes Cáel," Katrina acknowledged me, "despite the meeting having already begun and not being directly addressed by me, you may speak." Slap! "Fabiola, I find your desire to see me oiled up a bit perplexing," I grinned in her direction. "I would like to point out, despite the evidence you have presented today, I am not an idiot and our boss; Katrina; is not a fool. Hate me to your heart's content, but don't insult Katrina by thinking she doesn't already know what I'm up to." "She does not explain herself to me, or you, and I'm pretty sure even Hayden gets an edited view of what goes on here in Executive Services. I don't know and I don't care. That's not in my job description and I'm already way out of bounds as it is," I said. "For your sake and your sake alone, I will tell you why I'm am dressed the way I am today." "It is part of your ritual apology," Violet blurted. "It's obvious. This has to do with what Hayden told him to do." That wasn't truly fair to Fabiola. The rest of the ladies had been rushing around getting the items I decided I needed for my public apology. Dora came bolting in right then. "I'm sorry I'm late, Katrina," she panted. "Did I miss anything?" "No," Katrina returned events to their proper order. "First off, for today, I'll start with Cáel's work review for Friday. I never thought I would say this about his on-the-clock performance. Cáel, your work output on Friday was stellar. There, I said it. Next; " That would have been a far greater treasure had that been my work report instead of Aya's. Everyone else did well, save Tigger. She had forgotten a security sequence and had half a floor locked down for 15 minutes. At the conclusion, Buffy came in, slammed a flimsy, but aromatic, box into my chest then stormed away. "Cáel?" Katrina questioned. "Yes. Thank you," I then turned to Fabiola. "Do you wish to have the ceremony here, or out on the main floor of Executive Services?" "I; what are you going to do?" Fabiola grew suspicious. "This is a trick to make me look foolish again." "Fabiola, it is Hayden's wish you hear him out," Paula spoke. "He's troublesome, not stupid. I don't think he's stupid enough to defy Hayden on this." "Swear to me you are not going to make me look bad," Fabiola stared at me. "What do I possess that you believe is valuable?" I countered. She had to think about that. It couldn't be Aya. Fabiola was stumped. She had been so busy looking down her fine Roman nose at me, she had neglected to notice everything I had done and said. "Your mentor," Daphne offered. "She has forbidden me to see her again, but thank you," I winked at Daphne. A quick list of less than helpful suggestions followed. It turned out the only thing I valued was my freedom and I couldn't give that up to Fabiola because that decision lay with Katrina. I would rather defy Hayden than give up sex, I lied continuously for little, or no reason. Fabiola wasn't looking for Lent, she wanted something concrete. It simply didn't exist. Out we went with a very distraught Fabiola and me with a bunch of small boxes. I didn't worry about expensing all this crap. I wasn't spending my own money anyway. I had Fabiola stand in the largest open area ES had. Even people who only had business on this floor were joining the growing body of my co-workers here to witness the spectacle. Three small brass bowels and one small oil lamp went to the four compass points; I even had a compass. I put sand in one, water in another and dry ice in the third. I lit the lamp. "This symbols me calling the four corners of Terra to bear witness: Earth, Air, Fire and Water," I explained. Next I wrote down Fabiola's name on a slip of paper in Old Kingdom Hittite. I burned it. Fabiola frowned. She was the only one. I dropped the ashes into a glass of water. "With this, I take back my curse. I swallow it, thus swallowing my words," I explained to Fabiola. I drank the whole thing. That accomplished, I pulled a small silver owl out of an unopened box to a series of murmurs. "This is a gift to your house. Minerva (the Roman Athena) is your patron Goddess. I do honor to her for bringing you back." I handed her the owl. Her expression told me she was still waiting for the trap to be sprung on her. I wrote out my name, in Magyar then held it up to Fabiola. "This is my name, Cáel Nyilas, in my native tongue," I told her. I burned it, ground up the ashes with my fingers. With a little bit of coordinated effort, I drew the word 'forgiveness' in Old Kingdom Hittite over my heart. The last box. It was Dobos Tortas, a sweet treat from my native land; Hungary, not Chicago. "Please accept this gift as a symbol of my apology and my desire to seek your forgiveness," I looked into Fabiola's eyes. The weight came crushing down on her. Virtually all the women around her wanted me to be forgiven. Not because they hated her. Most barely knew her; or me. It was the ceremony. Simple, relatively quick yet individualized by the giving of gifts designed for each participant. Deep in her twisted little soul, Fabiola still expected a trap, trick, or joke at her expense. She probably thought the 'cookies' were poisoned. "I forgive you," Fabiola stated. She put her hand on my shoulder. "Share a treat with me." I even let her pick out the one to stick in my mouth. Maybe she thought I had the antidote, or maybe she decided I was on the up-and-up. The crowd of Amazons made happy, communal noises and we all parted as friends; okay, friends and their dancing bear; me. Katrina snuck up on me as a handful of woman thanked me for the insightful ceremony. I told them they were welcome while neglecting to inform them that I made all of that up. Part of it was Wiccan. Part was some 1960's Italian movie I'd seen. A few things I pulled out of my ass, like normal. "Put on your clothes," Katrina handed me my things. "You did well. I am sure Hayden will be equally pleased." "No problem," I looked at her appreciatively. I felt a cerebral connection evolving between us. "Put on your shirt before I start licking your nipples," Katrina demanded. Damn it. Wait, things got better. As I looked away from Katrina and started getting dressed, Buffy appeared before me. I bet I could have melted an ice cap with the head of steam she'd built up. "Do you like dressing as a male stripper? Do you like women drooling all over you?" Buffy sizzled. "No; yes," I responded. "I hate you," she snapped. "I admire the fact that you can pull off the lead in Madame Butterfly," I bantered back. "Let's get to work," Buffy growled. Off we went. (Elsa Round Three) "Hello Stanica," Buffy greeted the SD guard at the gym facility door. That was new. Normally it was a card-swipe and in you went. Buffy and I were dressed for a workout; per orders. "Full-bloods only," Stanica stopped Buffy. Ah, racism was raising its ugly head. "How am I supposed to get in?" I countered. This appointment was in our queue for 11 a.m. "You have been summoned," Stanica clarified. "Cool; I'll be back in 70 days. Good job Chuckles," I grinned. "You have been summoned," she threatened with a great deal more menace. "He works for me today," Buffy yawned. "That means he goes where I go. Cáel doesn't have a queue today, I do. He's my intern. If you won't let me in, then he doesn't go in. Let's go Cáel." Stanica grabbed my arm. "He goes in. You stay," she insisted. "Cáel; resist," Buffy ordered. To Stanica, "Knock yourself out." Stanica briefly tried to move me. Then she went for some kind of control-hold/lock. Brazilian jujitsu, Baby. It is not some kind of 'super' martial art. As far as I knew, none of them were. If you were trying to break, or establish physical control over another person, it was pretty spectacular though. Along with the Amazon 'house' style, she knew something akin to Krav Maga. Stanica was hampered by her unwillingness to do me serious harm, as was I toward her. The difference was, all I had to do was stay in the hallway, while Stanica had to get me through the doors. The stalemate was broken by two fresh full-bloods coming from the changing room to the facilities. "Sisters, assist me," Stanica called out. "Help me wrestle him to the ground without undo damage." They came forward and jumped me. "Are you on official Havenstone business?" Buffy politely inquired as they dog piled on me. "Shut up," Stanica yelled. "Failing to adequately explain the situation," Buffy quick drew her pistol and pressed it to the temple of one of the two new Amazons, "informs me you are willingly interfering in official Executive Services business." "By all means, give me an excuse to file an incident report," Buffy grinned feral. "Do it and you die, 'Lost Blood' (Old Kingdom Hittite)," the threatened woman responded. "Boss, may I suggest an alternative?" I ground up. They had me pressed down in the hall. "I'm willing to accept you were hired for your intelligence," Buffy allowed. "Trust me. I got this," I snickered. Buffy didn't trust me, yet she knew my tone well. Buffy holstered her weapon and stood back. "This isn't over, Buffy," the Amazon she'd pulled down on snapped. "Go for it," Buffy chuckled. "You are running off with Katrina's male. I was trying to assert her rights and you have defied her. I gleefully await her judgment." The woman snarled then grunted as my three captures pulled me up. Buffy was on her phone, typing away a text when the women realized my feet weren't planted under me. I started to topple over. "Stand up, damn you," Stanica demanded. I looked to Buffy for confirmation of that order. She smiled while indicating nothing. "Stand up," the third Amazon insisted. She backed that up with a jab to my left kidney. Damn, this place was hellishly unlucky for the left side of my body. That did not encourage me to stand. "Fine, we'll drag him in," Stanica changed up. I didn't resist one bit. I acted like dead weight. This scene was made all the more precious by the audience Elsa had gathered for whatever exhibition she had planned for me. The whole sparring area was surrounded by Amazons clearly waiting on me. Most were cross-legged though a few knelt behind the first rank. I could see Elsa, spear in hand, watching those three lugging me in from her position in the Southwest corner of the mats. "What's wrong with him?" Elsa inquired calmly. "He is afraid," Stanica answered. I would have replied, but I knew silence would be far more cutting. See; everyone expect me to have a comeback. My quiet unsettled them. The three unceremoniously dumped me next to the Northeast corner. I lay there. I had noticed two axes about a meter in on the mat. I pulled myself into a position where my ass was resting on my heels. "My Sisters," Elsa began. "There has been some interest in Cáel's two-axe style as well as various theories on how to defeat it. Today, I will display the long spear technique's ability to overcome this problem." "Cáel, pick up the axes and prepare yourself. I will wait until you indicate your readiness," Elsa nodded my way. Very friendly. I looked around a bit, rather bored. "Cáel?" she repeated. I looked at Elsa. "Oh, were you under some delusion that you could tell me what to do, Elsa?" I replied. There was a hush for so many reasons. Elsa being denied, a man denying anything to any of them, and my cavalier, even dismissive attitude toward the Full-blooded assembly. "Under what delusion do you think you can safely defy me?" Elsa smiled shark-like. "Hmmm," I mused, "let me think. You are not Hayden, Katrina, or Buffy; my chain of command. You are not Aya, who I love. You are not acting in my best interest as it relates to Havenstone. Yeah, that should about cover it." "I am a woman of Havenstone and I am giving you, a male, an order. There is no acceptable reason to disobey," Elsa countered. "You are incorrect," I began. The ladies around me didn't like that. "I cannot betray my Amazons. You do not possess the power to force me to disappoint them." "Your Amazons?" A chocolate Amazon with a shaved pate jumped up. "We are not 'yours', filth." "Were you born stupid, or has education made you that way?" I spat back. An ass-whooping was in the offing. "If you came at Hayden, or Katrina, do you think I'd sit idly by and let them fight alone?" I kept at it, though I remained kneeling. "If you threaten any member of Executive Services, or House Epona, make peace with your Ancestors because I will fight, bleed and die for MY Amazons. I've already proved that oath. Your opinion on the matter is less than rat-piss to me." I'm sure arrogance has a use. I haven't found one yet, but I don't ignore the possibility. Chocolate chick grabbed for my hair, ready to slit my throat the moment she tilted my head back. This would have been appropriate if I was one of their old male population. Only total arrogance had kept her from actually listening to the words of defiance coming out of my mouth. I caught her hand, flipped her over and drove the top of her skull into the mat. That shoots a numbing jolt right up the spine, I can tell you from experience. I snatched the knife from her helpless fingers as she finished flipping over, her head closest to me then pressed the blade to her jugular. "Not a single person in this room matters to me. The only person that should matter to you, is me," I stated calmly and quietly. "That being the case, chose your next words carefully and with due consideration of everything I've said before this moment." I was going to die if I killed her. That wouldn't save her life from her own, small, razor-sharp blade. Almost a minute passed. "Cáel, give me my blade," she replied in a rather brave voice. I pulled my hand up, spun the blade around and pressed it into her palm. She slowly sat up and swiveled around until we were face to face, her cross-legged and me, back to my kneeling pose. Her eyes were ice cold. "I was never in any danger, was I?" the woman half-asked, half stated. "Of course not. I would never shame Katrina that way. I'd kill for her. Killing an Amazon to save my own life would not be something she'd allow," I explained as much to the room as the woman. "Don't lie," another Amazon teased me; thankfully. It was Traska Maza; from the Medical Center. "I heard you murdered an Amazon on Friday; end of business." "Yep," I confessed. "Hayden has admonished me from repeating that method of assassination. I swear that if Fabiola keeps calling 'Runners' 'Lost Bloods', I'm going to figure out another way to get her." "The term 'Lost Blood' is the term we use. Accept it, Male," Stanica growled. I had to think about that. I stood up, so I had a good view of the SD bitch. I also had to work up the proper insult. Anything I directed at Stanica would be useless. I knew their weakness though. "Hey," I addressed my African opponent. "Stanica's mother mated with her own paternal male to give birth to Stanica. I read it in an inner-office e-mail." Total lie, but the 'lie' wasn't mine. It was from an unnamed Amazon and it insulted her bloodline, something she truly valued. I glared at Stanica. "That is why it is insulting. In a blood-conscious culture, you are rubbing their noses in a fact beyond their control." "I agree," Oneida spoke up. "'Lost Bloods' is insulting. I had never questioned that before. 'Runners is a better term. I will ask my house to use it from now on." "That's not going to save him," Stanica seethed. "Do you want to know where the memo came from?" I inquired of Stanica. "There is no memo," Stanica snapped. I shrugged. "Why would I make it up? Such a deadly insult?" I pressed the point. Oh, I had made it up because I hate bigotry, especially when it is aimed at someone who was almost a friend. "Who?" she glared. "I don't know, but I know who does," I offered. "She's right outside that door," I pointed to the main entrance. Now, do people recall that divide I was talking about way back in Chapter Two? It worked both ways. Full-bloods were aware of the oppression they exerted on their 'Lost Blood/Runner' sisters. Creeping around in the back of some of their minds was the worry that those newcomers resented their superiors. Had the two groups been truly united, Stanica wouldn't have given my bluff a second glance. Here was the backlash of being a bigot; the idea that those you hated, hating you right back. In short order, Buffy was by my side and listening to Stanica's grievance. Finally we were speaking English again. "Man, Desiree is going to be so sorry she missed this," Buffy looked down at me. I was kneeling again so she was able to appear lofty and run her hand through my hair the way she liked to do when she was extra horny for me. I also liked the way her boobs nearly obscured her face from my view. Very nice tits. "Stanica, he lied to you," Buffy revealed. "I knew it! Stand aside, I'm going to gut the little shit," Stanica started to come at me. "No you don't," Buffy interposed herself. "See, Cáel was following his instructions and he used your idiocy against you, Dumbass," she gloated to Stanica. "He was ordered to serve at my side today, so that is what he did. Who in the right mind would commit anything about blood prestige to an office e-mail anyway? It wasn't even up to his normally superb level of deception." "Then he should be punished for lying to me," Stanica seethed. "I told him to," Buffy wasn't even lying. She'd approved my plan the moment she agreed to 'trust me'. "When?" Elsa requested. She was coming our way. Buffy looked over her shoulder. "Funny, you don't look like Katrina, Elsa," Buffy guffawed. "Make an official request through the proper channels. You don't get to tell me what to do." "Do we need to clarify our positions?" Elsa menaced. I jumped up and took up a boxing stance. With Stanica on one side, Elsa on the other and the preference of Amazons to gang up on opponents, I had to have her back. "Kneel," Buffy tapped my shoulder. I knelt. "Honestly Elsa, Cáel fucked me so hard and long this weekend that even your pettiness doesn't annoy me today. Now, why are we here?" "He's not allowed to have sex," Traska seemed a bit distressed. Me having sex outside the office had never occurred to her apparently. "Strangely, I have all of you to thank for that," Buffy smugly regarded the room. "While you let Constanza and Crewe ambush him then sat back uselessly while he kicked both their asses, gazed on as he refused to take advantage of Constanza once she was clearly incapable of resisting and let her put a blade to his throat, he found a way to legally sleep with me." "Afraid? With a blade to his throat, he couldn't care less about any of you," Buffy regaled them. "Oh, we know you don't care what he thinks; or what I think. Well, welcome to the world you've created. I don't care what you think. Blood Prestige? I'll only give as much respect as I'm given. I am embarrassed I ever thought any of you were better than me." "My prestige is that I volunteered for this lifestyle. I made a choice that no one else in this room ever had the courage to make; to abandon my old life for another, unknown one. From here on out, I'm going to be like Cáel. One of you bitches puts a hand on me, be ready to back it up," Buffy challenged them. Not the best move as far as I could tell. "Be prepared to be put in your place," Elsa grinned. "Go right ahead. Don't get too worked up. There are around a hundred of my fellow; 'Runners' at the door," Buffy smirked. "It is best to end this rebellion right now," the chocolate opponent stood up. "Over what?" I looked up. I hated Buffy making me kneel. "The 'Runners' are doing the exact same tasks you are doing. They want to be awarded respect for that." "This is not your place," the woman stated to me. As an afterthought. "Ngozi." "Thank you," I acknowledged her consideration of giving me her name. "Ha," Buffy snorted. "Oh; rebellion? Let's just say when we realized that (dead word) meant Lost Bloods, we were; unhappy. All this weekend, this petty insult had been spreading out to all our non-Full-blood sisters. Actually, we have come up with two alternatives. One was to approach Hayden with our grievance." "The other was to start calling the rest of you (dead word) (which meant 'Poison Bloods')," Buffy stared down the festering crowd. "After all, we are all fertile and the few children we have been allowed to have are born without defect." Amazons don't threaten often. Normally they simply go straight to the punishment. I was somewhat of an exception for reasons that somehow alluded me. I tried to stand again, but Buffy pushed me back down. Pain was imminent then the muttering began. Around us, small clumps of Full-bloods began pushing for space. That could only mean they were getting ready to fight and since they weren't close to us, they were getting ready to fight their own sisters. I doubted they were enamored with me, or the 'Runner' cause. This was a common sense reaction. They recognized a no-win contest when they saw it. 'Runners' were demanding respect; same recognition for taking the same risks. They weren't even asking for admission into the 'Host'; the true Amazons and their House structure. The tipping points in this protest had been Fabiola and the loyalist opposition led by Helena, the only 'Runner' close enough to my struggle Friday afternoon that could have started it. Remember, the Old Kingdom Hittite language was a closely guarded secret. So secret that Buffy, despite her years of loyal service, hadn't been taught it. There had been decades of small slights that led to this. It wasn't me, except for the definition thing. Fabiola was hardly an aberration. The other female 'new hires' were more the exception than the rule. That was probably why Katrina had chosen them. In her profession; internal and external security; creative thinking and flexibility were as important as blood lines. "Excuse me," a soft voice penetrated the chaos. The noise died down. Tessa Carmichael moved through the crowd to the mat. "Oh, by the Seven Sister Goddesses, of course Cáel Nyilas is here." Then, in English, "Buffy, pardon me but I think this needs my attention." See, a good ass-reaming is done in a target's native language. Tessa went back to Old Kingdom Hittite. "Why are there a 150 sisters outside in the hall milling around?" Tessa began. She held up her hand to truncate the various responses. "Why does it look like you are all preparing for a general melee? Lastly, why are Buffy and Cáel even here? You would think that after his last episode, he'd be avoiding this place." "The 'Lost Bloods' outside are part of a rebellion of their kind, a few of our sisters don't appreciate the threat this poses and; Cáel is here because Elsa invited him here," Ngozi explained. "I'm not exactly sure why Buffy is here?" "Cáel, have you inflicted this building with a histrionic-inducing vapor?" Tessa looked at me with exasperation. I blinked. I had to recall what 'histrionic' meant then I knew what to do. I held up my hand in front of my face, exhaling into it to see if something was 'bad' with my breath. Next, I sniffed my underarms. Lastly, I peeked down my tight shorts to make sure that wasn't the cause. "Nope," I reassured Tessa, "I'm good. I mean, I've been good; this time." "Will miracles never cease," Tessa muttered. The comedy was bleeding the tension and hostility from the room. "Let me try this again. Since top down doesn't work, let's start in the dirt beneath the basement. Cáel, what is going on?" "Okay; give me a second to make this sound reasonable and convincing," I furrowed my brow. "For starters, Buffy and me were working the queue which currently indicated that I was to come here and participate with Elsa in a weapons exhibition," I began. "Buffy became confused by the flickering ceiling lights so I persevered alone. While we waited, Elsa and I engaged in a discussion of corporate etiquette." "The conversation migrated into matters of close combat techniques and mat thickness, which Ngozi assisted with. Clearly satisfied that we were all becoming fast friends, the discussion traveled to Old Kingdom Hittite terminology, background and the ambiguity of some definitions," I continued my literary conjurations. "Buffy discovered she hadn't made me her bitch in the past ten minutes, so hunted me down to this place," I grinned at Buffy. "Since Buffy was hankering for a bit of cuddle time, we were wrapping up the matter of 'Lost Bloods' only being used by total Prom Queen Wannabes while 'Runners' was growing in popularity because it was a word actually used at your people's genesis." Pause. "Was any bit of that the truth?" Tessa looked to Elsa and Ngozi. "No," they both responded. "But, it makes the mess that happened sound far better than the reality," Ngozi added. "That I will agree with," Elsa said. "Buffy," Tessa addressed my boss in English, "the Council will discuss this matter of terminology at the next meeting. Have our sisters outside disperse." "Yes Tessa," Buffy nodded then weaved her way to the entrance. Tessa walked up, patted me on the head as she shook hers. "We really should poison, strangle, stab, shoot and finally throw you off the highest available peak," she smiled warmly at me; psycho. "If you added 'rolling me in a carpet and tossing me in a frozen river' we could call it 'pulling a Rasputin," I grinned back. "I love you," she looked all affectionate. I wanted to cry on the inside; and the outside. "Damn! Now you tell me," I grumbled. "I sent away for a mail-order bride from the Ukraine on Sunday and you know there is no money-back guarantee." "You are enchanting," she chuckled. I wanted to die. "You'll get used to us, I promise." Yes, the head of Human Resources could read my mind. "Tessa, before I get back to Elsa demolishing me, can I ask you something?" I inquired. "Yes." "During that last interview process, you were seriously throwing out the 'let's do it on the table' vibe, weren't you?" I posed. "Very much so," she beamed utter joy. "I was truly impressed that, with your history with woman, you constrained yourself." "If I had come on to you, would I have lost this job opportunity?" I asked. "Oh Goddess no," Tessa laughed. "Someday I should let you read the sheaves and sheaves of transcripts our investigators gathered on your sexual exploits." "That's why you've never encountered anyone from Human Resources in the building. They are forbidden to be alone, or only in the company of other Human Resources employees, with you out of fear they'd rape you," Tessa informed me. "Is he really that good?" Traska asked. "His college years don't read as a triple X rated movie; they read as top shelf erotic fiction," Tessa enlightened the masses. "Oh, Cáel, the nun hopes you're are still seeking spiritual fulfillment." "Cool. How is she doing?" I responded. "She's in Uganda, working at a Catholic school for war orphans," Tessa answered. "You slept with a nun?" Oneida gulped. "Oneida, if there was no intern program, and this wasn't an Evil Empire, I'd never leave this place. I'd move my bed into a spare room, set up a mini-bar and spend every second off the clock seducing each and every one of you," I stated. Even the ones who didn't terribly like me chuckled, snorted, or laughed. "To answer your question: sort of Oneida. I slept with a woman who was about to take Holy Vows, not truly a nun," I confessed. "I've slept with a Wiccan Priestess too, if that matters." "Why do you think you can treat us like those lesser women?" Ngozi looked angry. "You have tits, a vagina, are straight, or bisexual, and between the ages of 18 to 70," I shot right back. "I have no desire to sleep with men, or lesbians. Outside of that, given somewhere between five minutes and five days, I could nail every women in this room. It is not that I'm better than any of you." "I can do it because you all are hopelessly arrogant, thus unable to put forth an effective defense because you don't believe I can seduce you. Add to that, I can figure out what you want in an erotic encounter. End of story," I sighed. "Frankly, having lived lives devoid of romance, you Full-bloods are too easy." I could see Tessa smirking. Not only had I seduced all kinds of women, apparently all of them had been willing to relate those encounters. I'm a great lover and a lousy boyfriend. "We would never submit to your predations," yet another Amazon jumped in. Sex. I told them, they are simply too easy; except Katrina, Tessa and Hayden. They were scary. I'd still sleep with them because I had no common sense. "Hey Lady, if you want to be on top, I'm okay with that," I smiled disarmingly. Plant the idea of erotic positions early. It can be as easy as pushing up against a girl from behind, or a hug. "If I ever consented to have sex with you, you would do what I said," she persisted. "That sounds like fun; 70 more days and its Hunting Season," I winked. I repeat,
Cáel's tombstone: For the love of women, women put him here.In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand.Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected..
Cailleadh Pádraig Ó hIcéadha cúig mbliana fichead is lá inniu. Ceann ródaí i ngluaiseacht na gaeilge i gCuileann Uí Chaoímh ab ea é. Bhí sé ar dhuine do bhunaitheoirí Dhaonscoil na Mumhan.
In this episode of the Epigenetics Podcast, we talked with Karine Le Roch from the University of California at Riverside about her work on malaria chromatin structure and its transcriptional regulation. In this Interview Dr. Le Roch discusses her investigation of post-transcriptional controls and nucleosome positioning in Plasmodium falciparum, employing next-generation sequencing and chromatin profiling methods. Karin emphasizes how these methodologies contribute to a comprehensive understanding of gene regulation beyond mere transcription initiation, emphasizing the significance of mRNA binding proteins and their role in stabilizing gene transcripts for translation. This exploration of the interaction between chromatin structure, transcriptional dynamics, and post-transcriptional regulation reveals a multidimensional perspective of gene expression. Transitioning to her lab's focus on high-throughput genomic technologies, we discuss how Karin and her team are uncovering conserved and species-specific genomic organization principles within various Plasmodium species. By generating 3D genomic models through Hi-C experiments, she describes how they have identified patterns that underline the parasite's immune evasion strategies. In particular, we learn how genes involved in antigenic variation are controlled through intricate epigenetic mechanisms, illuminating the pathways that allow these parasites to elude host immune responses. References Le Roch, K. G., Zhou, Y., Blair, P. L., Grainger, M., Moch, J. K., Haynes, J. D., De La Vega, P., Holder, A. A., Batalov, S., Carucci, D. J., & Winzeler, E. A. (2003). Discovery of gene function by expression profiling of the malaria parasite life cycle. Science (New York, N.Y.), 301(5639), 1503–1508. https://doi.org/10.1126/science.1087025 Ponts, N., Harris, E. Y., Prudhomme, J., Wick, I., Eckhardt-Ludka, C., Hicks, G. R., Hardiman, G., Lonardi, S., & Le Roch, K. G. (2010). Nucleosome landscape and control of transcription in the human malaria parasite. Genome research, 20(2), 228–238. https://doi.org/10.1101/gr.101063.109 Bunnik, E. M., Cook, K. B., Varoquaux, N., Batugedara, G., Prudhomme, J., Cort, A., Shi, L., Andolina, C., Ross, L. S., Brady, D., Fidock, D. A., Nosten, F., Tewari, R., Sinnis, P., Ay, F., Vert, J. P., Noble, W. S., & Le Roch, K. G. (2018). Changes in genome organization of parasite-specific gene families during the Plasmodium transmission stages. Nature communications, 9(1), 1910. https://doi.org/10.1038/s41467-018-04295-5 Related Episodes Epigenetics in Human Malaria Parasites (Elena Gómez-Diaz) Contact Epigenetics Podcast on X Epigenetics Podcast on Instagram Epigenetics Podcast on Mastodon Epigenetics Podcast on Bluesky Epigenetics Podcast on Threads Active Motif on X Active Motif on LinkedIn Email: podcast@activemotif.com
IMAGE Servus Tuus, CC BY-SA 3.0 , via Wikimedia Commons LINKS Bell sound: https://pixabay.com/sound-effects/church-bells-17005/ USCCB Angelus prayer link: https://www.usccb.org/prayers/angelus Latin text is the Vulgate of John 1:1-14: https://web.archive.org/web/20090201105716/http://la.wikisource.org/wiki/Biblia_Sacra_Vulgata_(Stuttgartensia)/Ioannes The English translation is the Douay-Rheims version (also John 1:1-14, of course): https://biblehub.com/drbc/john/1.htm 1:06 In principio erat Verbum, et Verbum erat apud Deum, et Deus erat Verbum. Hoc erat in principio apud Deum. Omnia per ipsum facta sunt: et sine ipso factum est nihil quod factum est: in ipso vita erat, et vita erat lux hominum: et lux in tenebris lucet, et tenebrae eam non comprehenderunt. Fuit homo missus a Deo, cui nomen erat Ioannes. Hic venit in testimonium, ut testimonium perhiberet de lumine, ut omnes crederent per illum. Non erat ille lux, sed ut testimonium perhiberet de lumine. Erat lux vera quae illuminat omnem hominem venientem in hunc mundum. In mundo erat, et mundus per ipsum factus est et mundus eum non cognovit. In propria venit, et sui eum non receperunt. Quotquot autem receperunt eum, dedit eis potestatem filios Dei fieri, his, qui credunt in nomine eius: qui non ex sanguinibus, neque ex voluntate carnis, neque ex voluntate viri, sed ex Deo nati sunt. ET VERBUM CARO FACTUM EST, et habitavit in nobis: et vidimus gloriam eius, gloriam quasi Unigeniti a Patre, plenum gratiae et veritatis. 3:01 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God. All things were made by Him, and without Him was made nothing that was made: in Him was life, and the life was the Light of men; and the Light shineth in darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it. There was a man sent from God, whose name was John. This man came for a witness, to give testimony of the Light, that all men might believe through him. He was not the Light, but was to give testimony of the Light. That was the true Light, which enlighteneth every man that cometh into this world. He was in the world, and the world was made by Him, and the world knew Him not. He came unto His own, and His own received Him not. But as many as received Him, He gave them power to be made the sons of God, to them that believe in His Name, who are born not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, but of God. AND THE WORD WAS MADE FLESH, and dwelt among us: and we saw His glory, the glory as it were of the Only begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth.
1 And entering into a boat, he passed over the water and came into his own city.Et ascendens in naviculam, transfretavit, et venit in civitatem suam. 2 And behold they brought to him one sick of the palsy lying in a bed. And Jesus, seeing their faith, said to the man sick of the palsy: Be of good heart, son, thy sins are forgiven thee.Et ecce offerebant ei paralyticum jacentem in lecto. Et videns Jesus fidem illorum, dixit paralytico : Confide fili, remittuntur tibi peccata tua. 3 And behold some of the scribes said within themselves: He blasphemeth.Et ecce quidam de scribis dixerunt intra se : Hic blasphemat. 4 And Jesus seeing their thoughts, said: Why do you think evil in your hearts?Et cum vidisset Jesus cogitationes eorum, dixit : Ut quid cogitatis mala in cordibus vestris? 5 Whether is easier, to say, Thy sins are forgiven thee: or to say, Arise, and walk?Quid est facilius dicere : Dimittuntur tibi peccata tua : an dicere : Surge, et ambula? 6 But that you may know that the Son of man hath power on earth to forgive sins, (then said he to the man sick of palsy,) Arise, take up thy bed, and go into thy house.Ut autem sciatis, quia Filius hominis habet potestatem in terra dimittendi peccata, tunc ait paralytico : Surge, tolle lectum tuum, et vade in domum tuam. 7 And he arose, and went into his house.Et surrexit, et abiit in domum suam. 8 And the multitude seeing it, feared, and glorified God that gave such power to men.Videntes autem turbae timuerunt, et glorificaverunt Deum, qui dedit potestatem talem hominibus.
1 And entering into a boat, he passed over the water and came into his own city.Et ascendens in naviculam, transfretavit, et venit in civitatem suam. 2 And behold they brought to him one sick of the palsy lying in a bed. And Jesus, seeing their faith, said to the man sick of the palsy: Be of good heart, son, thy sins are forgiven thee.Et ecce offerebant ei paralyticum jacentem in lecto. Et videns Jesus fidem illorum, dixit paralytico : Confide fili, remittuntur tibi peccata tua. 3 And behold some of the scribes said within themselves: He blasphemeth.Et ecce quidam de scribis dixerunt intra se : Hic blasphemat. 4 And Jesus seeing their thoughts, said: Why do you think evil in your hearts?Et cum vidisset Jesus cogitationes eorum, dixit : Ut quid cogitatis mala in cordibus vestris? 5 Whether is easier, to say, Thy sins are forgiven thee: or to say, Arise, and walk?Quid est facilius dicere : Dimittuntur tibi peccata tua : an dicere : Surge, et ambula? 6 But that you may know that the Son of man hath power on earth to forgive sins, (then said he to the man sick of palsy,) Arise, take up thy bed, and go into thy house.Ut autem sciatis, quia Filius hominis habet potestatem in terra dimittendi peccata, tunc ait paralytico : Surge, tolle lectum tuum, et vade in domum tuam. 7 And he arose, and went into his house.Et surrexit, et abiit in domum suam. 8 And the multitude seeing it, feared, and glorified God that gave such power to men.Videntes autem turbae timuerunt, et glorificaverunt Deum, qui dedit potestatem talem hominibus.
‘NUNTII PRESCRIPTI’ ‘IN SERMONE LATINO’ ‘EX UNIVERSITATIS PANAMERICANAE DISCENTIBUS ET EX LUIS PESQUERA OLALDE’. News translated into Latin by the students of the Universidad Panamericana and by Luis Pesquera Olalde. ‘NUNTII IN LINGUA LATINA’ ‘INSTRUMENTUM’ ‘AD LINGUAM LATINAM DISCENDUM’ ‘ESSE VULT’. ‘Nuntii in lingua latina’ is intended to be a tool for learning the Latin language. DE SCRIPTURAE PRAESENTATIONE. ‘TRANSALTIONES’ ‘IN LITTERIS CAPITALIBUS (VEL MAGNIS)’ ‘SUNT’. ‘GRAMATICAE ADDENDA ET EXERCITATIONES’ ‘IN LITTERIS PARVIS’ ‘SUNT’. SYNTAXIS ELEMENTA ‘CUM “ ‘’ ” ‘DENOTATUR’. ‘PREDICATI ET SUBIECTI NUCLEI’ ‘CUM “ * ”’ ‘DENOTATUR’. ORATIONES SECUNDARIAE INTER “ [ ] ” SUNT. About the writing format. Translations are presented in capital letters. Grammar notes and exercises are presented in lower case. Syntactic elements are highlighted with “ ‘ ’ ”; predicate and subject nuclei are highlighted with “ * ”; and subordinate clauses are highlighted with “ [ ] ”. ‘NUNTII EX PERIODICIS HEBDOMADARIIS’ ‘A DIE DUODEVICESIMO MENSIS SEPTEMBRIS’ ‘AD DIEM VICESIMUM PRIMUM MENSIS SEPTEMBRIS’ ‘ANNO DOMINI BIS MILLESIMO VICESIMO QUARTO’ ‘SUNT’. ‘NUNTII IN LINGUA LATINA’ ‘IN LINGUA LATINA ET ANGLICA’ ‘AUDIS’! CIVITATES FOEDERATAE AMERICAE. ‘*IAOCUBUS DAVID VANCE, FACTIONI REPUBLICANAE PRAESES VICARIUS’, ‘PARTICIPATIONEM’ ‘IN RUMORES’ ‘CONTRA HAITIANOS MANDUCANTES FELES ET CANES’ ‘IN CAMPIFONTE (ANGLICE: ‘SPRINGFIELD’)’ ‘*ADMISIT’ {De morphologia. Nomina ‘feles et canes’ invenite et dic in quibus declinationibus sunt}. ‘*VIGILES’ ICTUS’ ‘*MISERUNT’ ‘CONTRA TRAMINIS METROPOLITANI DETRACTOREM’ SED ‘ALIAS QUATTUOR PERSONAS’ ‘*VULNERAVERUNT’ {De lexico. ¿Quomodo ‘ictus mittere’ dicis? Adhunc locutionem optimam non invenio}. BRITANNIARUM REGNUM. ‘*KEIR STARMER, BRITANIARUM PRIMUS MINISTER’, ‘SOLLICITUDINEM’ ‘IN NEGOTIUM’ ‘DE MIGRANTIBUS’ ‘INTER ITALIAM ET ALBANIAM’ ‘*HABET’ {De biographiis. Quaeso, de ‘Keir Starmer’ in vicipaedia legit}. SUECIA. ‘*SUECIA’ ‘MIGRANTIBUS’ ‘VIGINTI SEX MILIA EURORUM’ ‘*PERSOLVENT’ [SI ‘AD REGIONEM SUAS’ ‘REDEANT’]. {De morphologia. ¿Quomodo ‘euro’ declinas?}. RUSSIA. ‘TRES *LEGISPERITOS’, [QUI PRO NAVALNY ADVOCAVERUNT], ‘AD IUDICIUM ‘*VOCANTUR’ {De syntaxe. Orationem secundariam relativam invenite y ad relativi declinationem attende}. ‘*VLADIMIRUS PUTIN, FOEDERATIONIS RUSSICAE PRAESES,’ ‘AUGMENTARE RUSSIAE EXCERCITUM’ ‘AD UNUM ET DIMIDIUM MILIA MILIUM MILITUM’ ‘*IUBET’ {De lexico. Inter ‘Foederationem Russicam et Unionem Sovieticam dinoscit, ut plenius assequeretur lege hac expressiones in vicipaedia}. SUDANIA. ‘*SUDANIA’ ‘*ESURIT’, ‘FAME’ ‘CONFECTURUS EST’ {De morphologia. Quaeso, verbum ex coniugatione periphrastica activa in ‘-urus, -a, -um + sum’ constructum invenite. ¿In quo modo EST: si indicativo vel si subiunctivo / coniuctivo? ¿In quo tempore EST: si praesenti, si praeterito imperfecto / imperfecto, si futuro imperfecto vel simplici, si praeterito perfecto / perfecto, si praeterito plusquamperfecto / plusquamperfecto, si futuro perfecto sive exacto?} ‘NUNTII IN LINGUA LATINA’ ‘IN LINGUA LATINA, ANGLICA ET ITALICA’ ‘AUDIS’! LIBANUS. TRANSLATIO AB ALISSA SOUZA EST. ‘DUODECIM MORTUI, MILIA VULNERATORUM’. ‘HIC’ ‘EST’ ‘TERRIBLIS RATIO DISRUPTIIS SIMULTANEAE’ QUAE ‘pagers (ANGLICE) ET TELEPHONOS GESTABILES HEZBOLAE’ ‘IN VARIIS PARTIBUS LIBANI ET IN SYRIA’ ‘AFFECIT’. {De lexico. Quaeso, ¿quomodo ‘pagers (anglice)’ dicis? Adhunc locutionem optimam non invenio}. IN UCRÁINA. TRANSLATIO AB ALISSA SOUZA EST. ‘PRAESIDENS RUSICUM VLADIMIRUS PUTIN’ ‘DECLARAVIT’ ‘USURUM MISSILIUM LONGAE DISTANTIAE AB OCCIDENTALIBUS CONTRA RUSSIAM’ ‘CONFOEDERATIONEM ATLANTICAM (ID ES OTAN)’ ‘DIRECTAM IMPLICTIONEM’ ‘IN BELLO’ ‘FORE’ {De morphologia. Quaeso, de ‘fore’ usus investiga}. REGNUM BRITANNIARUM. ‘EX VERE ANNI DOMINI BIS MILLESIMI VICESIMI QUINTI’, ‘*EUROPAEI’’ DECEM LIBRAS STERLINGORUM’ ‘AD IN REGNUM UNITUM INGREDIENDUM’ ‘*PERSOVENT’. {De lexico. Quaeso, ¿Quod ‘ex vere’ significat}. IORDANIA. TRANSLATIO A FERNANDA SOLÍS EST. NUNC PRIMUM IN MEMORIAM, ‘ISLAMICA FACTIO’ ‘IN IORDANE’ ‘MAXIMA PUNCTA’ ‘IN COMITIIS’ ‘IMPETRAVIT’. {De lexico. Quaeso, de ‘factio politica’ in vicipaedia legit}. IN REPUBLICA CONGENSIS. ‘*TRES AMERICANOS ET UNUS BRITANNICUM’ ‘AD POENAM CAPITALEM’ ‘*CONDEMNATI FUERUNT’ [PROPTER ‘CONIURATIONEM ADVERSUM REMPUBLICAM’ ‘CONATI ERANT’] {De syntaxe. Orationem secundariam causalem, cum verbo in modo indicativo, et cum coniuctione ‘propter’ attende}. SENEGALIA. ‘SENEGALIAE PRAESES, *BASSIROU DIOMAYE FAYE’, ‘PARLAMENTUM’ ‘*DISSOLVIT’. {De morphologia. De verbo in hac oratione. ¿In quo genere activo sive passivo est? ¿In quo modo si indicativo vel si subiunctivo / coniuctivo, si imperativo est? ¿In quo tema si ex praesenti sive ex perfecto? ¿In quo tempore si praesenti, si praeterito imperfecto / imperfecto, si futuro imperfecto vel simplici, si praeterito perfecto / perfecto, si praeterito plusquamperfecto / plusquamperfecto, si futuro perfecto sive exacto? ¿In quo numero si singulari verl plurali est? ¿In quo persona si prima, si secunda, si tertia est?}. MALIUM. ‘*CATERVA TERRORISTICA ANNEXA AD AL-QAEDA’ ‘DE AGGRESSIONIBUS IN BAMAKO CAPTU MALII’ ‘RESPONSABILITATEM’ ‘*POSTULAT’. {De morphologia. De verbo in hac oratione. Quaeso, ‘postulo’ coniugat in modo indicativo in tempore praesenti et praeterito imperfecto coniugat}. ‘NUNTII IN LINGUA LATINA’ ‘IN LINGUA LATINA, ANGLICA ET GALLICA’ ‘AUDIS’! CIVITATES FOEDERATAE UNITAE. ‘IOSEPHI BIDEN *ADMINISTRATIO’ ‘IN VICESIMO SEPTIMO DIE SEPTEMBRIS MENSE HUIUS ANNO’ ‘CENTUM PERCENTUM’ ‘IN VECTIGALI’ ‘CONTRA SINARUM AUTOCINETA ELECTRICA’ ‘*ADHIBEBIT’ {De lexico. Quaeso, de ‘autocinetum’ in vicipaedia legit}. TRANSLATIO A CASANDRA FREIRE EST. 'REUS FACTUS EST', [QUI 'TRUMP CONATO HOMICIDIO' IN SUSPICIONEM CECEDIT]. 'RYAN WESLEY ROUTH ACCUSATUS FUIT' [POSTQUAM ‘PROCURATOR SERVITII SECRETI’ ‘TELUM IGNIFERUM AK-QUADRAGINTA-SEPTEM’ ‘*CONSPEXIT’ ‘PER SAEPTUM CATENAE’ ‘EXTRA TRUMP GOLF SODALITATEM'], ['UBI PRIOR *PRAESES CIVITATUM FOEDERATARUM AMERCAE *LUSIT] {De syntaxe: orationem secundariam relativam attende}. TRANSLATIO A LUCERO MAILLE EST. ‘*DONALD TRUMP’ ‘HABITUM INCOHAERENTEM’ ‘IN DISPUTATIONE TELEVISIVA SEPTIMANAE PRAETERITA’ ‘CONTRA KAMALAM’ ‘*HABUIT’. ‘IAM STATUIT’ ‘SE’ ‘NON HABITURUM ESSE’ ‘ALTERAM DISPUTATIONEM’ ‘CONTRA KAMALAM HARRIS’ {De morphologia. adiectivis ex prima declinatione sicut ‘bonus, -a, -um’ invenite et declina in singulare}. EUROPA MERIDIANA. TRANSLATIO A CASANDRA FREIRE EST. ‘*TEMPESTAS BORIS’ ‘*IACTABAT’ ‘PLUVIAM’ ‘IN EUROPA MEDIA’ ‘IN PAUCIS DIEBUS HAEC SEPTIMANA', 'CAUSA INUNDATIONIS CALAMITOSAE' [QUAE ‘SALTEM DUO ET VIGINTI MORTES’ ‘*CEDIT’] {De syntaxe: orationem secundariam relativam attende}. UNIO EUROPEAEA. ‘*URSULA DE LEYEN’ ‘NOMINA’ ‘EX VIGINTI SEX LEGATIS NOVIS’ ‘PRO ‘COMMISSIONE EUROPAEA’ ‘*REVELAVIT’. {De lexico. Quaeso, de ‘Ursula de Leyen’ in vicipaedia legit}. TURCIA. ‘IN TURCIA’, ‘*RECEP TAYYIP ERDOGAN, TURCIAE PARESIDENS CONSERVATIVUS PRO ISLAMISMO’, ‘AD MULIERES DEPRIMENDUM’ ‘*CONTINUAT’, SED ‘TURCIAE *MULIERES’ ‘*RESISTENT’ {De lexico. Quaeso, de ‘Ursula de Leyen’ in vicipaedia legit}. IN ISRAELE. ‘IEMENIAE *OPPOSITIO HOUTI’ ‘MISSILE’ ‘CONTRA ISRAELEM’ ‘*IECIT’. ‘VICTIMAS’ ‘*NON FUERUNT’. ‘*NETANYAHU’ ‘VINDICTAM’ ‘CONTRA HOUTI’ ‘*IURAVIT’. ‘NUNTII IN LINGUA LATINA’ ‘IN LINGUA LATINA, ANGLICA ET GERMANICA’ ‘AUDIS’! ISRAEL. ‘MANIFESTATIO PRO OBSIDIBUS ET CONTRA BELLUM’, ‘ADVENTO SEX CORPORUM OBSIDUM A GAZA’, ‘IN SEPTEMBRIS MENSE’ ‘IN ISAELIS VIIS’ ‘FUIT’. {De morphologia. Quaeso, nomina ‘Israel et Gaza’ declina}. GERMANIA. TRANSLATIO A CASANDRA FREIRE EST. 'MODERATORES TEMPORALES' ‘HAEC SEPTIMANA’ ‘*POSITI SUNT’ ‘IN TOTUM NOVEM TERRITORII GERMANIAE’, [‘QUO’ ‘REPREHENSIONEM’ ‘*TRAXIT’ ‘A COMPLURIBUS SOCIIS’ ‘PATRIAE’ IN UNIONE EUROPAE’] [SED ‘A LONGE ALA DEXTRA’ ‘LAUDATIONES’] {De syntaxe: orationem secundariam relativam attende}. IN GERMANIA. ‘SEMAPHORI *COALITIO’ ‘MULTAM PECUNIAM’ ‘PRO FAMILIS’ ‘IN ANNO COMITIALI IN ANNO BIS MILLESIMO VICESIMO QUINTO (ANNUS COMITIALIS)’ DISTRIBUERE *VULT. ‘PLUS QUAM CENTUM MILIA EURORUM’ ‘*SUNT’ {De lexico. Quaeso, ¿expressio ‘annus comitialis’ existit?}. ‘NUNTII IN LINGUA LATINA’ ‘IN LINGUA LATINA, ANGLICA ET HISPANICA’ ‘AUDIS’! IN MEXICO. TRANSLATIONES A SAID RAYMUNDO DELGADO SUNT. MEXICOPOLIS. REFORMATIO IUDICALIS. '*MEXICUM' 'PRIMA TERRA' ['QUAE' 'OMNES IUDICES SUOS' 'PER ELECTIONEM POPULI' 'POTERIT ELIGIRE'] '*ERIT’. ['QUOD' 'MUTATIO LEGIS FUNDAMENTALIS' '*EST'] ET [ 'APROBATUS' 'PER SENATUM' 'ANTERIORE HEBDOMADE' '*FUIT']. CULIACAN. PUGNA INTUS CARTELO. ['*HOSTES PARTES CARTELI SINALOAE' 'IN BELLUM' 'IN SEPTENTRIONALE MEXICI' '*SUNT'.] ['*HOC' 'TRIGINTA MORTES SALTEM' 'EX ANTERIORE HEBOMADE' '*PROVOCAVIT'] {De syntaxe: orationem secundariam relativam attende}. VENETIOLA. ‘*DIOSDADO CABELLO, VENETIOLAE MINISTER A REBUS INTERIORIS,’ ‘*NUNTIAVIT’ [QUOD ‘TRES AMERICANOS ET DUOS HISPANOS’ ‘APPREHENDERUNT’ [QUONIAM ‘DE CONSILIO’ ‘AD MADURO OCCIDENDUM’ ‘ACCUSATI ERANT’] ] {De syntaxe: orationem secundariam causalem, cum verbo in modo indicativo, et cum coniuctione ‘quoniam’ attende}. ARGENTINA. ‘IN BONO AERE’, ‘*CLAMORES’ ‘CONTRA CURIAM REPRAESENTANTANTIUM’ ‘*SUNT’ [QUIA ‘MILEI VETUM CONTRA PENSIONUM AUGMENTUM’ ‘CONFIRMAVIT’] {De syntaxe: orationem secundariam causalem, cum verbo in modo indicativo, et cum coniuctione ‘quia’ attende}. SI NUNTII IN LINGUA LATINA TRADUCTOR ESSE VOLUERIS, QUAESO LITTERAM ELECTRONICAM AD lpesquera@up.edu.mx MITTAS’. If you would like to collaborate as a translator in Nuntii in Lingua Latina, please send an email to lpesquera@up.edu.mx ‘INCEPTIO UNIVERSTITATIS PANAMERICANAE’ ‘AD LINGUAM LATINAM UTENDUM’ ‘EX MAGISTRIS ET DISCENTIBUS’ ‘QUIBUS’ ‘IN LINGUA HISPANICA’ ‘PROFITEMUR’. Initiatives of the professors and students of the ‘Universidad Panamericana’ to practice the Latin language. We present them in Spanish. ‘LATINA GRAECAQUE SIMUL’: Conversación en latín y una mirruñita de griego. Prof. Gregorio de Gante. Viernes de 14h a 15h. Salón R07. Informes con Alissa Souza: 0256838@up.edu.mx , https://chat.whatsapp.com/FnQCZLc7voLJSeTrRc8PS9 ‘LITTERAE CLASSICAE’: Explorando el mundo latino desde sus distintos géneros literarios. Prof. José Luis Quezada. Jueves 26 de septiembre, 21 de octubre, 21 de noviembre, de 15:30h a 17:00h. Salón C08. Informes con Alissa Souza: 0256838@up.edu.mx , https://chat.whatsapp.com/FnQCZLc7voLJSeTrRc8PS9
1 And entering into a boat, he passed over the water and came into his own city.Et ascendens in naviculam, transfretavit, et venit in civitatem suam. 2 And behold they brought to him one sick of the palsy lying in a bed. And Jesus, seeing their faith, said to the man sick of the palsy: Be of good heart, son, thy sins are forgiven thee.Et ecce offerebant ei paralyticum jacentem in lecto. Et videns Jesus fidem illorum, dixit paralytico : Confide fili, remittuntur tibi peccata tua. 3 And behold some of the scribes said within themselves: He blasphemeth.Et ecce quidam de scribis dixerunt intra se : Hic blasphemat. 4 And Jesus seeing their thoughts, said: Why do you think evil in your hearts?Et cum vidisset Jesus cogitationes eorum, dixit : Ut quid cogitatis mala in cordibus vestris? 5 Whether is easier, to say, Thy sins are forgiven thee: or to say, Arise, and walk?Quid est facilius dicere : Dimittuntur tibi peccata tua : an dicere : Surge, et ambula? 6 But that you may know that the Son of man hath power on earth to forgive sins, (then said he to the man sick of palsy,) Arise, take up thy bed, and go into thy house.Ut autem sciatis, quia Filius hominis habet potestatem in terra dimittendi peccata, tunc ait paralytico : Surge, tolle lectum tuum, et vade in domum tuam. 7 And he arose, and went into his house.Et surrexit, et abiit in domum suam. 8 And the multitude seeing it, feared, and glorified God that gave such power to men.Videntes autem turbae timuerunt, et glorificaverunt Deum, qui dedit potestatem talem hominibus.
1- And entering into a boat, he passed over the water and came into his own cityEt ascendens in naviculam, transfretavit, et venit in civitatem suam. [Matthew 9:1] 2 And behold they brought to him one sick of the palsy lying in a bed. And Jesus, seeing their faith, said to the man sick of the palsy: Be of good heart, son, thy sins are forgiven thee.Et ecce offerebant ei paralyticum jacentem in lecto. Et videns Jesus fidem illorum, dixit paralytico : Confide fili, remittuntur tibi peccata tua. 3 And behold some of the scribes said within themselves: He blasphemeth.Et ecce quidam de scribis dixerunt intra se : Hic blasphemat. 4 And Jesus seeing their thoughts, said: Why do you think evil in your hearts?Et cum vidisset Jesus cogitationes eorum, dixit : Ut quid cogitatis mala in cordibus vestris? 5 Whether is easier, to say, Thy sins are forgiven thee: or to say, Arise, and walk?Quid est facilius dicere : Dimittuntur tibi peccata tua : an dicere : Surge, et ambula? 6 But that you may know that the Son of man hath power on earth to forgive sins, (then said he to the man sick of palsy,) Arise, take up thy bed, and go into thy house.Ut autem sciatis, quia Filius hominis habet potestatem in terra dimittendi peccata, tunc ait paralytico : Surge, tolle lectum tuum, et vade in domum tuam. 7 And he arose, and went into his house.Et surrexit, et abiit in domum suam. 8 And the multitude seeing it, feared, and glorified God that gave such power to men.Videntes autem turbae timuerunt, et glorificaverunt Deum, qui dedit potestatem talem hominibus. Healing of the sick of the palsy at Capernaum. The Priests have received power to heal souls, to pardon sinners.
36 And one of the Pharisees desired him to eat with him. And he went into the house of the Pharisee, and sat down to meat.Rogabat autem illum quidam de pharisaeis ut manducaret cum illo. Et ingressus domum pharisaei discubuit. 37 And behold a woman that was in the city, a sinner, when she knew that he sat at meat in the Pharisee's house, brought an alabaster box of ointment;Et ecce mulier, quae erat in civitate peccatrix, ut cognovit quod accubuisset in domo pharisaei, attulit alabastrum unguenti : 38 And standing behind at his feet, she began to wash his feet, with tears, and wiped them with the hairs of her head, and kissed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment.et stans retro secus pedes ejus, lacrimis coepit rigare pedes ejus, et capillis capitis sui tergebat, et osculabatur pedes ejus, et unguento ungebat. 39 And the Pharisee, who had invited him, seeing it, spoke within himself, saying: This man, if he were a prophet, would know surely who and what manner of woman this is that toucheth him, that she is a sinner.Videns autem pharisaeus, qui vocaverat eum, ait intra se dicens : Hic si esset propheta, sciret utique quae et qualis est mulier, quae tangit eum : quia peccatrix est. 40 And Jesus answering, said to him: Simon, I have somewhat to say to thee. But he said: Master, say it.Et respondens Jesus, dixit ad illum : Simon, habeo tibi aliquid dicere. At ille ait : Magister, dic. 41 A certain creditor had two debtors, the one who owed five hundred pence, and the other fifty.Duo debitores erant cuidam foeneratori : unus debebat denarios quingentos, et alius quinquaginta. 42 And whereas they had not wherewith to pay, he forgave them both. Which therefore of the two loveth him most?Non habentibus illis unde redderent, donavit utrisque. Quis ergo eum plus diligit? 43 Simon answering, said: I suppose that he to whom he forgave most. And he said to him: Thou hast judged rightly.Respondens Simon dixit : Aestimo quia is cui plus donavit. At ille dixit : Recte judicasti. 44 And turning to the woman, he said unto Simon: Dost thou see this woman? I entered into thy house, thou gavest me no water for my feet; but she with tears hath washed my feet, and with her hairs hath wiped them.Et conversus ad mulierem, dixit Simoni : Vides hanc mulierem? Intravi in domum tuam, aquam pedibus meis non dedisti : haec autem lacrimis rigavit pedes meos, et capillis suis tersit. 45 Thou gavest me no kiss; but she, since she came in, hath not ceased to kiss my feet.Osculum mihi non dedisti : haec autem ex quo intravit, non cessavit osculari pedes meos. 46 My head with oil thou didst not anoint; but she with ointment hath anointed my feet.Oleo caput meum non unxisti : haec autem unguento unxit pedes meos. 47 Wherefore I say to thee: Many sins are forgiven her, because she hath loved much. But to whom less is forgiven, he loveth less.Propter quod dico tibi : remittuntur ei peccata multa, quoniam dilexit multum. Cui autem minus dimittitur, minus diligit. 48 And he said to her: Thy sins are forgiven thee.Dixit autem ad illam : Remittuntur tibi peccata. 49 And they that sat at meat with him began to say within themselves: Who is this that forgiveth sins also?Et coeperunt qui simul accumbebant, dicere intra se : Quis est hic qui etiam peccata dimittit? 50 And he said to the woman: Thy faith hath made thee safe, go in peace.Dixit autem ad mulierem : Fides tua te salvam fecit : vade in pace. Let us weep for our sins.
The PulsePod team are in Brisbane Australia for the annual HIC conference, where there are a number of announcements from large software companies, plus the future of interoperability seems to be FHIR all the way baby!What does Rock Health's latest report tell us about US investor sentiment in digital health startups?Investing in women founders is so rare, should we refer to that as the real unicorn in start-up land?US based personal genomics company 23andMe – from highs to lows, what's next for personal genomics?It's all about the patient! Simple things like the convenience of online patient appointment booking are still a rarity in the land of medical specialists – one guy is wanting to change that!A visit into the Pulse+IT archives: Kate McDonald wrote about Chris Longhurst and Mike South's HIC2018 keynote on why clinician burnout related to the EMR is not as prevalent a problem in Australia vs US.Louise & George talk with Liz Salmi, Communications & Patient Initiatives Director for OpenNotes at Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center in the US about her research and patient advocacy work, and what does happen when patients get bad health news from reading it in online firstPaper: When Bad News Comes Through the PortalKeynote: Getting Ready for Open Everything, MedInfo 2023Follow @TheLizArmy on LinkedIn | X Visit Pulse+IT.news to learn more, engage in this rapidly growing sector, and subscribe to breaking digital news, weekly newsletters and a rich treasure trove of archival material. People in the know, get their news from Pulse+IT – Your leading voice in digital health news.Follow us on LinkedIn Louise | George | Pulse+ITFollow us on X Louise | George | Pulse+ITSend us your questions pulsepod@pulseit.newsProduction by Octopod Productions | Ivan Juric
1 And after six days Jesus taketh unto him Peter and James, and John his brother, and bringeth them up into a high mountain apart:Et post dies sex assumit Jesus Petrum, et Jacobum, et Joannem fratrem ejus, et ducit illos in montem excelsum seorsum : 2 And he was transfigured before them. And his face did shine as the sun: and his garments became white as snow.et transfiguratus est ante eos. Et resplenduit facies ejus sicut sol : vestimenta autem ejus facta sunt alba sicut nix. 3 And behold there appeared to them Moses and Elias talking with him.Et ecce apparuerunt illis Moyses et Elias cum eo loquentes. 4 And Peter answering, said to Jesus: Lord, it is good for us to be here: if thou wilt, let us make here three tabernacles, one for thee, and one for Moses, and one for Elias.Respondens autem Petrus, dixit ad Jesum : Domine, bonum est nos hic esse : si vis, faciamus tria tabernacula, tibi unum, Moysi unum, et Eliae unum. 5 And as he was yet speaking, behold a bright cloud overshadowed them. And lo, a voice out of the cloud, saying: This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased: hear ye him.Adhuc eo loquente, ecce nubes lucida obumbravit eos. Et ecce vox de nube, dicens : Hic est Filius meus dilectus, in quo mihi bene complacui : ipsum audite. 6 And the disciples hearing, fell upon their face, and were very much afraid.Et audientes discipuli ceciderunt in faciem suam, et timuerunt valde. 7 And Jesus came and touched them: and said to them, Arise, and fear not.Et accessit Jesus, et tetigit eos : dixitque eis : Surgite, et nolite timere. 8 And they lifting up their eyes saw no one but only Jesus.Levantes autem oculos suos, neminem viderunt, nisi solum Jesum. 9 And as they came down from the mountain, Jesus charged them, saying: Tell the vision to no man, till the Son of man be risen from the dead.Et descendentibus illis de monte, praecepit eis Jesus, dicens : Nemini dixeritis visionem, donec Filius hominis a mortuis resurgat.
Back on episode 14 (2017), we gave you the start of our West Coast Classic series. Today, on episode 150, we're headed back to Cali for our A Westcoast Summer episode. We've got 3 quintessential west coast mixes, giving you over 4+ hour of this musical journey. With music from DJ Quik, Warren G., Too $hort, King Tee, Dr. Dre, 2Pac, Domino, Tha Dogg Pound, Snoop Dogg, The Pharcyde, Richie Rich, E-40, Ice Cube, Ras Kass, Luniz, Young Lay, Cypress Hill, MC Eiht, Jayo Felony, Tha Alkaholiks, The B.U.M.S., 3x Krazy, Hi-C, Dove Shack and much more. At the break, we dive deep in the west coast lifestyle that clearly separates them from rest. We talk Nate Dogg's legacy, Domino and A-Aron's affinity toward DJ Quik. Get ready for a perfect episode to enjoy for the remainder of your summer. Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/TakeItPersonal Online store: https://take-it-personal.creator-spring.com/ (enter WEST for 25% off) www.takeitpersonalradio.com
Welcome, adventurers, to this special introductory episode, where you'll get to know the humans (real) and the characters (imaginary) of Imagine Dungeons! We've got a bit of a speed-dating style Q&A in the first half of the episode as Carter, Jordan, Vince, Mariah, Doz, and Gage answer some icebreaker questions.Then, prepare to enter a fantastical world of imagination as our players are sucked into the Game World and we find our heroes in the most unlikely of places: a non-canon Speed Dating Night at their local tavern. What secrets will be brought to light as a result of their conversation? Will the bartender actually serve anyone the Hi-C they crave? And most importantly, will anyone leave with a date?Imagine Dungeons is an actual-play Dungeons & Dragons 5e podcast, and our story is enjoyable for everyone, regardless of their experience with D&D! Our story takes place in the world of Eberron, and our DM is Gage Kell. Donyark Ghaash'kalla is played by Carter Willis, Fiddlesticks is played by Jordan Wonders, Ridley Fontina is played by Vince Kelly, Sue is played by Mariah Kelley, and Glintwood Thistlewick is played by Justin Dozier.Original music by Justin Dozier.Additional music by Monument Studios.Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/two-chunks-and-a-hunk/donationsAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy
36 And one of the Pharisees desired him to eat with him. And he went into the house of the Pharisee, and sat down to meat.Rogabat autem illum quidam de pharisaeis ut manducaret cum illo. Et ingressus domum pharisaei discubuit. 37 And behold a woman that was in the city, a sinner, when she knew that he sat at meat in the Pharisee's house, brought an alabaster box of ointment;Et ecce mulier, quae erat in civitate peccatrix, ut cognovit quod accubuisset in domo pharisaei, attulit alabastrum unguenti : 38 And standing behind at his feet, she began to wash his feet, with tears, and wiped them with the hairs of her head, and kissed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment.et stans retro secus pedes ejus, lacrimis coepit rigare pedes ejus, et capillis capitis sui tergebat, et osculabatur pedes ejus, et unguento ungebat. 39 And the Pharisee, who had invited him, seeing it, spoke within himself, saying: This man, if he were a prophet, would know surely who and what manner of woman this is that toucheth him, that she is a sinner.Videns autem pharisaeus, qui vocaverat eum, ait intra se dicens : Hic si esset propheta, sciret utique quae et qualis est mulier, quae tangit eum : quia peccatrix est. 40 And Jesus answering, said to him: Simon, I have somewhat to say to thee. But he said: Master, say it.Et respondens Jesus, dixit ad illum : Simon, habeo tibi aliquid dicere. At ille ait : Magister, dic. 41 A certain creditor had two debtors, the one who owed five hundred pence, and the other fifty.Duo debitores erant cuidam foeneratori : unus debebat denarios quingentos, et alius quinquaginta. 42 And whereas they had not wherewith to pay, he forgave them both. Which therefore of the two loveth him most?Non habentibus illis unde redderent, donavit utrisque. Quis ergo eum plus diligit? 43 Simon answering, said: I suppose that he to whom he forgave most. And he said to him: Thou hast judged rightly.Respondens Simon dixit : Aestimo quia is cui plus donavit. At ille dixit : Recte judicasti. 44 And turning to the woman, he said unto Simon: Dost thou see this woman? I entered into thy house, thou gavest me no water for my feet; but she with tears hath washed my feet, and with her hairs hath wiped them.Et conversus ad mulierem, dixit Simoni : Vides hanc mulierem? Intravi in domum tuam, aquam pedibus meis non dedisti : haec autem lacrimis rigavit pedes meos, et capillis suis tersit. 45 Thou gavest me no kiss; but she, since she came in, hath not ceased to kiss my feet.Osculum mihi non dedisti : haec autem ex quo intravit, non cessavit osculari pedes meos. 46 My head with oil thou didst not anoint; but she with ointment hath anointed my feet.Oleo caput meum non unxisti : haec autem unguento unxit pedes meos. 47 Wherefore I say to thee: Many sins are forgiven her, because she hath loved much. But to whom less is forgiven, he loveth less.Propter quod dico tibi : remittuntur ei peccata multa, quoniam dilexit multum. Cui autem minus dimittitur, minus diligit. 48 And he said to her: Thy sins are forgiven thee.Dixit autem ad illam : Remittuntur tibi peccata. 49 And they that sat at meat with him began to say within themselves: Who is this that forgiveth sins also?Et coeperunt qui simul accumbebant, dicere intra se : Quis est hic qui etiam peccata dimittit? 50 And he said to the woman: Thy faith hath made thee safe, go in peace.Dixit autem ad mulierem : Fides tua te salvam fecit : vade in pace.
Send us a Text Message.Definition of "Moxie":Force of character, determination or nerve. "When you've got moxie, you need the clothes to match."Synonyms: energy, pep, determination, courage, know-how, fortitude, savvy, skills, strength of mind, guts, fearlessness, heart, gumption.**We could all use a little more moxie! Karen Brothers' book, "Moxie Matters: True Tales of Rolling Through a Messy, Muddled and Magical Life" is an entertaining, enlightening and inspiring story of growing up in the 70s, with unstructured outdoor adventures and the simple rule of coming home when the streetlights flicker on. Karen is a professional writer and storyteller, and I thoroughly enjoyed experiencing her life lessons through the lens of her younger self, at each age. Karen shares her motivations for writing her memoir from the perspective of her younger self, reflecting on how her childhood experiences and subtle family dynamics shaped her journey. It's fun to be reminded of memories from our youth including moon boots, Pop-Tarts, Hi-C! At the same time, Karen walked through difficult and painful family circumstances that shaped her character. We talk about the therapeutic power of sharing personal stories and the raw honesty required to connect deeply with others. Her practical advice on overcoming the fear of writing, the benefits of consistent journaling, and even using voice memos is invaluable for anyone looking to document their own narrative. **excerpt from Karen's book, "Moxie Matters"Invite Karen to your book club! Reach out to connect with Karen and order her book at www.karenbrothersauthor.comOrder Moxie Matters HEREhttps://moxiematters.myshopify.com/ Order Stephanie's new book Imagine More: Do What You Love, Discover Your Potential Learn more at StephanieNelson.comFollow us on Instagram @stephanie_nelson_cmFollow us on Facebook at CouponMom
56 For my flesh is meat indeed: and my blood is drink indeed.Caro enim mea vere est cibus : et sanguis meus, vere est potus; 57 He that eateth my flesh, and drinketh my blood, abideth in me, and I in him.qui manducat meam carnem et bibit meum sanguinem, in me manet, et ego in illo. 58 As the living Father hath sent me, and I live by the Father; so he that eateth me, the same also shall live by me.Sicut misit me vivens Pater, et ego vivo propter Patrem : et qui manducat me, et ipse vivet propter me. 59 This is the bread that came down from heaven. Not as your fathers did eat manna, and are dead. He that eateth this bread, shall live for ever.Hic est panis qui de caelo descendit. Non sicut manducaverunt patres vestri manna, et mortui sunt. Qui manducat hunc panem, vivet in aeternum.
56 For my flesh is meat indeed: and my blood is drink indeed.Caro enim mea vere est cibus : et sanguis meus, vere est potus; 57 He that eateth my flesh, and drinketh my blood, abideth in me, and I in him.qui manducat meam carnem et bibit meum sanguinem, in me manet, et ego in illo. 58 As the living Father hath sent me, and I live by the Father; so he that eateth me, the same also shall live by me.Sicut misit me vivens Pater, et ego vivo propter Patrem : et qui manducat me, et ipse vivet propter me. 59 This is the bread that came down from heaven. Not as your fathers did eat manna, and are dead. He that eateth this bread, shall live for ever.Hic est panis qui de caelo descendit. Non sicut manducaverunt patres vestri manna, et mortui sunt. Qui manducat hunc panem, vivet in aeternum. The Eucharist is instituted in the form of food, so that we may receive in Holy Communion the Victim of the Cross.
We discuss some show updates. Kool-Aid vs Hi-C. Man screams at Oreos. 'Showbiz Pizza' ads. 40 Hot Dog styles. DOJ breaking up Live Nation. TV/Movie/Streaming updates: Netflix 'Tires', enough of 'The Munsters'. VIDEO EPISODE on YOUTUBE www.youtube.com/@itseriknagel 'It's Erik Nagel' Show Audio | Video | Social Media www.itseriknagel.com
44 No man can come to me, except the Father, who hath sent me, draw him; and I will raise him up in the last day.nemo potest venire ad me, nisi Pater, qui misit me, traxerit eum; et ego resuscitabo eum in novissimo die. 45 It is written in the prophets: And they shall all be taught of God. Every one that hath heard of the Father, and hath learned, cometh to me.Est scriptum in prophetis : Et erunt omnes docibiles Dei. Omnis qui audivit a Patre, et didicit, venit ad me. 46 Not that any man hath seen the Father; but he who is of God, he hath seen the Father.Non quia Patrem vidit quisquam, nisi is, qui est a Deo, hic vidit Patrem. 47 Amen, amen I say unto you: He that believeth in me, hath everlasting life.Amen, amen dico vobis : qui credit in me, habet vitam aeternam. 48 I am the bread of life.Ego sum panis vitae. 49 Your fathers did eat manna in the desert, and are dead.Patres vestri manducaverunt manna in deserto, et mortui sunt. 50 This is the bread which cometh down from heaven; that if any man eat of it, he may not die.Hic est panis de caelo descendens : ut si quis ex ipso manducaverit, non moriatur. 51 I am the living bread which came down from heaven.Ego sum panis vivus, qui de caelo descendi. 52 If any man eat of this bread, he shall live for ever; and the bread that I will give, is my flesh, for the life of the world.Si quis manducaverit ex hoc pane, vivet in aeternum : et panis quem ego dabo, caro mea est pro mundi vita.
Today the gang IS BACK BABYYYYYY lets gooooo love to see it. We've gathered from near and far to discuss things like McDonald's HI-C and Taco Bell's Bajajajajaja Blast. We did NOT, however, discuss the beloved Red Wings right winger who wore number 11. It's the drink draft episode if you couldn't tell. We hope ya love it. Take care, strap in. #BigDan Instagram/TikTok: @fairenoughpod Instagram: @robertbrennan22, @michael.falbo
We have 2 West Coast legends in the building, DJ/Producer Tony A of “Hi-C & Tony A” fame, and the one and only Kokane of “Above The Law”. We discuss everything from the early formative years of Gangster Rap to the evolution of Chicano rap. • Tony A shares the history of the legendary Roadium Swapmeet and his work with Dr.Dre on the legendary Roadium Mixtape's • We also hear a story involving a night in Miami, Diddy, a night club and possibly a pink substance. Hold on tight, this is a wild episode!Be sure to check out Tony A's Roadium Radio @Tonyvision on YouTube Go purchase Kokane's latest project “Da Funken Adventures of Dr Kokanstine” https://budeboymusic.com/See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
It's 1997, Bill Clinton is in the White House, Biggie is gunned down in LA, Tyson is biting ears, and South Park debuts on Comedy Central, BUT you're not allowed to watch it, so you comfort yourself by watching the greatest cartoon about angsty mutants since TMNT! The X-Men are on TV in all their 4-color glory, so heat up the hot pockets, pour yourself some HI-C and get comfy! But wait…..it's 2024, and those stinkin' muties are BACK (this time on Disney+) and the boys have something to say! AAWA Mark Grayson, not to be outdone, makes a glorious return of his own in Invincible season 2.5 on Amazon and Jon couldn't be happier, meanwhile Charlie looks to the waterline and gets the team ready for ‘Zilla the ONLY way he knows how, assemble the G-Force for his latest elevator pitch!
In this episode of the Epigenetics Podcast, we talked with Mitch Guttman from California Institute of Technology about his work on characterising the 3D interactions of the genome using Split-Pool Recognition of Interactions by Tag Extension (SPRITE). Mitch Guttman discusses his exploration of the long non-coding RNA Xist, which plays a crucial role in X chromosome inactivation. He explains how they discovered that Xist is present everywhere in the nucleus, not just in specific locations on the X chromosome. Through their research, they identified critical proteins like SHARP that are involved in X chromosome silencing. The discussion then shifts to SPRITE, a method they developed to map multi-way contacts and generalize beyond DNA to include RNA and proteins. They compare SPRITE to classical proximity ligation methods like Hi-C and discuss how cluster sizes in SPRITE can estimate 3D distances between molecules. The conversation also touches upon the potential of applying SPRITE to single-cell experiments, allowing for the mapping of higher order nucleic acid interactions and tracking the connectivity of DNA fragments in individual cells. References Jesse M. Engreitz et al., The Xist lncRNA Exploits Three-Dimensional Genome Architecture to Spread Across the X Chromosome. Science 341,1237973(2013). DOI:10.1126/science.1237973 Chun-Kan Chen et al., Xist recruits the X chromosome to the nuclear lamina to enable chromosome-wide silencing. Science 354, 468-472(2016). DOI: 10.1126/science.aae0047 Quinodoz, S. A., Ollikainen, N., Tabak, B., Palla, A., Schmidt, J. M., Detmar, E., Lai, M. M., Shishkin, A. A., Bhat, P., Takei, Y., Trinh, V., Aznauryan, E., Russell, P., Cheng, C., Jovanovic, M., Chow, A., Cai, L., McDonel, P., Garber, M., & Guttman, M. (2018). Higher-Order Inter-chromosomal Hubs Shape 3D Genome Organization in the Nucleus. Cell, 174(3), 744-757.e24. https://doi.org/10.1016/j.cell.2018.05.024 Goronzy, I. N., Quinodoz, S. A., Jachowicz, J. W., Ollikainen, N., Bhat, P., & Guttman, M. (2022). Simultaneous mapping of 3D structure and nascent RNAs argues against nuclear compartments that preclude transcription. Cell Reports, 41(9), 111730. https://doi.org/10.1016/j.celrep.2022.111730 Perez, A. A., Goronzy, I. N., Blanco, M. R., Guo, J. K., & Guttman, M. (2023). ChIP-DIP: A multiplexed method for mapping hundreds of proteins to DNA uncovers diverse regulatory elements controlling gene expression [Preprint]. Genomics. https://doi.org/10.1101/2023.12.14.571730 Related Episodes Epigenetics and X-Inactivation (Edith Heard) Hi-C and Three-Dimensional Genome Sequencing (Erez Lieberman Aiden) Unraveling Mechanisms of Chromosome Formation (Job Dekker) Contact Epigenetics Podcast on X Epigenetics Podcast on Instagram Epigenetics Podcast on Mastodon Epigenetics Podcast on Bluesky Epigenetics Podcast on Threads Active Motif on X Active Motif on LinkedIn Email: podcast@activemotif.com
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