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Subscriber-only episodeHello subscribers!It's March, spring is arriving. The sun will bring some warmth and so will a new subscriber-only bonus episode of the podcast! This is the 6th monthly installment in the series where I review a blog I had written called Initial Impressions which I began in 2010.For those who might be new here, this blog was meant to be a behind-the-scenes look at my travel trips but ended up as a fever-dream mix of random quotes, predictions, observations that would make Seinfeld proud, and some actual looks into the places I was visiting.In February love was in the air as I navigated around such random topics as: why mosquitoes love me, celebrity MySpace interactions, quarter-life crisis issues, crying over sports, and a Rubik's Cube of a shower.For March the wackiness shows no signs of slowing down as I look at subjects such as: dinner and a show at Subway, am I Jim from The Office, or am I the NFL, insects causing auto accidents, faux sports outrage, Crocodile Dundee in Rockport, MA, and more!These episodes might be a unique and sometimes embarrassing look into my psyche nearly fifteen years ago, but they are undoubtedly worth sharing with you, my most loyal subscribers!Thank you so much for subscribing to my channel and enjoy this sixth episode of the exclusive members-only podcast.Check out the YouTube Channel of DJ Williams whose music is used in both the main and subscriber podcasts!If you are not a subscriber go become one and get in on the fun of these crazy shows either on Buzzsprout or on Patreon!

On vacation recently, I (Jim) was asked if I were a “Christian.” I strategically responded, “No, I am not but I do love and follow Jesus.”  Why did I choose those words? Because I have found that as Americans we (it may be global, but my experience is limited) throw around the word “Christian” without recognizing its significance. Here, the word Christian is nearly synonymous with a politically conservative, gun-owning, blue-jeans-wearing, homeowner, rural American. These could not be further the actual truth of this radical word. The word Christian means “Christ-one” or someone who is one with Jesus. To follow Jesus is a life-changing, plan-wrecking, purpose-giving, heart-altering event, and a lifelong process. To water it down to an in-the-moment decision that somehow transcends life into eternity is manipulative at best, deceptive at worst, and contrary to everything the Bible teaches about salvation. Nowhere in Scripture did Jesus ever call his followers to make decisions for Christ. He called them to make disciples of Christ. Matthew 28;16-20 Get Your Copy Now! of Jim's Newest Free Book Download! www.meninthearena.org Men in the Arena Books and Swag Support the Podcast

SHOW #32 - FORGOTTEN BANDS - Part 2 of 2   On show #32 Jeremy and I (Jim) start off with some good beers, concerts coming up in New Jersey and Pennsylvania ... and then we get into 4 bands that have been forgotten over the years.   These are bands that started out in the 60s/70s that you might not have even heard of or maybe once we mention a song you'll say "ahhh.. that was them?"...  Bands we cover on this episode are: STATUS QUO POCO GENTLE GIANT MOTT THE HOOPLE ********** Please subscribe, follow and if you like our podcast please leave us a good review on Apple Podcasts. Jim and Mike Talk Music can be found on Podbean (host site), Spotify, Apple Podcasts, Iheart Radio, Pandora and almost anywhere you listen to podcasts.  Thank you for listening IMPORTANT NOTE: The podcast name will change in September to KNOW GOOD MUSIC!  Same format / new name.

On this episode we spoke to Zach Wager of the band Dead Animal Assembly Plant or DAAP for short. Now we have to add a disclaimer before this description and you'll hear it in the intro as well but I (Jim) forgot to hit the record button on our recorder and approximately 15-20 minutes of the beginning were unfortunately not recorded. Now Zach did tell us how to achieve world peace, the meaning of life as well as how to cure cancer but sadly there is no proof and Jenna and myself cannot remember exactly what was said! Joking aside the rest of the conversation was amazing and we loved talking with Zach about their stage characters and how they get to be themselves while not being themselves and how those characters have evolved over the years. We also talked about where they shot the video for "A Violent Breed" , the early responses to the new album "Bring Out Your Dead" and the reasoning for the delay of the release. Which of course is obvious, F'ing Covid. He also tells us about dealing with internet trolls, drunks and how important it is to be respectful to the fans. We also get into DAAP graphic novel, Marilyn Manson, Twitching with Andrew W.K., live streaming shows and new material for DAAP and other projects!! As always we thank each and every one of you for listening please give us a follow, rate and review our show and check out our Facebook page to stay up to date! Thanks again and enjoy this episode with Zach!! http://www.deadanimalassemblyplant.com https://www.youtube.com/user/DAAPSlaughterhouse https://www.facebook.com/DeadAnimalAssemblyPlant/about --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/house-of-noise/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/house-of-noise/support

Hot Damn! Those Mouth Breather Boys are at it again, with amazing guests Ryan and Mike Rumchaks. The four knuckle heads talk about Mike's passion for directing film but also how Ryan's band Home Safe has benefited from Mike's Craft. The gang go on SEVERAL ridiculous tangents about growths that can talk, oompa loompa union strikes and reasons for why there is a live pig in a bath tub. This episode is completely bonkers and you are in for a treat. Pod-On!   Disclaimer: This is the first episode we recorded with new equipment and I (Jim) apologize if the quality of this episode is not up to you, the listeners, liking. The content outshines any technical flaw but keep an open mind and heart. Enjoy!

LnR 085 Gift of the Magi 5 "You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor. "Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?" Jim looked about the room curiously. "You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy. "You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?" Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on. Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table. "Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first." White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.

Presented by SHUDDER - This is OBSCURA, a look back at the stories of Euphomet Season One - this time, With Monsters. It’s a tale that begins with a salesman named Woodrow Derenberger and a strange encounter on Highway I-77 near Parkersburg, West Virginia, and ends just over a year later, in Point Pleasant, West Virginia with the deaths of 46 people in one of the most shocking roadway tragedies in American history. I (Jim) came out to West Virginia with paranormal investigators Greg and Dana Newkirk a few times in the fall of 2018 to record stories for Euphomet.Those can be heard in Season One on this very podcast feed. In this Edition of Obscura we take a look back at unheard documentary audio from our exploration, we hear stories of others - people, experiencers, who have come into contact with a now notorious set mid-century supernatural lore. Mothman, Flatwoods Monster, Indrid Cold, and Men In Black. More from the Newkirks: You have to see their new doc series HELLIER. Go to Hellier.tv to watch now. Also, check out the following links - It's the most perfect visual complement to this podcast and a must see. More: Traveling Museum of the Paranormal and Occult - ParaMuseum.com (Coverage from Euphomet Season One: http://paramuseum.com/2018/09/01/newkirks-talk-haunted-object-ethics-mothman-supernatural-relationship-two-episodes-euphomet-podcas ) More on the Mothman Story: http://weekinweird.com/2012/09/11/mothman-man-called-cold/ Food for thought: http://www.evolveandascend.com/2016/01/16/hyperdimensional-interferences-in-love-relationships/ Please rate, review and subscribe on iTunes to really help the show out! https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/euphomet/id991129779?mt=2 JIM PERRY | @ItsJimPerry | Host, Executive Producer, Founder Presented by SHUDDER - Follow us on social @Euphomet | Use #Euphomet And Jim at @ItsJimPerry on twitter and Instagram Thanks go out to our partners MindPod Network, Evolve + Ascend, Planet Weird and AudioBoom! THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT! --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/euphomet/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/euphomet/support

Download MP3 今年も本ポッドキャストをご愛聴くださりありがとうございました。今年最後のエピソードは、今月第１週にお届けした「賢者の贈り物」（"The Gift of the Magi"）の後半です。 【お知らせ】今週は予定を変更し「ドラマで英語を学ぼう」をお届けしています。 クリスマスは過ぎましたが、このお話の夫婦がお互いを思いやる気持ちはやはり心を打たれます。JoeとKeiによる詳しい楽しい解説とともにお楽しみください。それでは、良いお年を！ （中級〜上級向け）"The Gift of the Magi" by O. Henry Part 2 When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling iron sand lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task. Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically. "If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do—oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty-seven cents?" At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops. Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair way down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit for saying a little silent prayer about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please God, make him think I am still pretty." The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two—and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves. Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face. Della wriggled off the table and went for him. "Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again—you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say `Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice—what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you." "You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet, even after the hardest mental labor. "Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?" Jim looked about the room curiously. "You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy. "You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you—sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?" Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year—what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on. Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table. "Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first." White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat. For there lay The Combs—the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jeweled rims—just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone. But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!" And then Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!" Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit. "Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it." Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled. "Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on." The magi, as you know, were wise men—wonderfully wise men—who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days, let it be said that of all who give gifts, these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.

Download MP3 今年も本ポッドキャストをご愛聴くださりありがとうございました。今年最後のエピソードは、今月第１週にお届けした「賢者の贈り物」（"The Gift of the Magi"）の後半です。 【お知らせ】今週は予定を変更し「ドラマで英語を学ぼう」をお届けしています。 クリスマスは過ぎましたが、このお話の夫婦がお互いを思いやる気持ちはやはり心を打たれます。JoeとKeiによる詳しい楽しい解説とともにお楽しみください。それでは、良いお年を！ （中級〜上級向け）"The Gift of the Magi" by O. Henry Part 2 When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling iron sand lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task. Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically. "If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do—oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty-seven cents?" At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops. Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair way down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit for saying a little silent prayer about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please God, make him think I am still pretty." The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two—and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves. Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face. Della wriggled off the table and went for him. "Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again—you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say `Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice—what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you." "You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet, even after the hardest mental labor. "Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?" Jim looked about the room curiously. "You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy. "You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you—sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?" Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year—what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on. Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table. "Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first." White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat. For there lay The Combs—the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jeweled rims—just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone. But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!" And then Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!" Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit. "Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it." Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled. "Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on." The magi, as you know, were wise men—wonderfully wise men—who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days, let it be said that of all who give gifts, these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.

PowerCast episode originally published Mar 21, 2017. Our guest for this episode is Charlie Zamora. Charlie was the president and one of the founders of Caffeine and Kilos. He recently left that business and is now working with Mark as part of Sling Shot. He’s a long-time friend of ours and has been a CrossFit gym owner for seven years. He shares his some of his personal approach to life and business…and the reasoning behind this big change. Speaking of change, this was our last episode with Silent Mike as a co-host. I (Jim) want to personally thank Mike of his help in getting this show off the ground back in 2013, and helping drive us through over 190 episodes. Best of luck to him. He’s already out there killing it on his own. Be sure to check out his YouTube and social media. John F. Kennedy said, “Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or the present are certain to miss the future.” We’re not going to miss the future here at the PowerCast. We’ve already pushed forward into it and we invite you to stick with us for the ride. Mark Bell, Mike Farr, and Jim McDonald host. @silentmikke @thejimmcd PowerCast theme and opening music bed by Aaron Moore. PowerCast logo by Joseph Manzo.

What an honor I (Jim) had sitting with this super genuine soul. Bill definitely doesn’t look his age. He has some great insight and knowledge about photography and life. He talked about several areas of the industry. He actually worked for Nikon. Now a Fuji X-T2 shooter. Was in Joe McNally’s wedding. Was Joe McNally’s tech advisor. […]

Kathrine og Sofia får prominent besøk da Sofias sprudlende og fantastiske mamma Sidsel, AKA Ås kommuneoverlege, er ukas gjest. I Jim sitt 38 graders studio blir stemningen enda klammere når Mamma Sidsel letter på sløret og forteller om tidlig fødsel, attitudeproblem og fjortisopprør. Kathrine og Sidsel er begge på Tinder, og blir med det riktig gode venninner. Kathrine har også et ess i ermet. Hun ble nemlig dramaqueen i voksen alder. KOSAPÅ

OK, so sorry. I (Jim) recorded this video on YouTube but never posted it on this blog. So Sorry. But, we have already contacted the winners. The winner of the StudioCloud Premiere Membership for 6 months is Leslie Vines with Leslie C Photography. The winner of the XP PhotoGear Speedbox 40 is Leslie Robert Goble.

We may not have made it to GenCon, but we *will* be at Dragon*Con! We touch a bit on that, recent feedback, upcoming episodes, World of Warcraft, The Dark Knight Rises and more!UPDATE - HERE is the worksheet I (Jim) use to track information as an episode progresses. (Sorry about the delay in getting it up here - PDFCreator conked out on me and I didn't have a chance to redo it until after Dragon*Con.) Epoch Iteration 3 - Not Going to GenCon Download