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Amazon ‘Fiction': Part 1 The adventure begins. Based on a post by Farmer Jill, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. It all started with one woman's desire to prove that Amazons existed. Yes, that's right those legendary female warriors. Her name was Sylvia Riesling, the heiress to the Riesling billions. She was completely obsessed with the Amazons. Sylvia had commissioned a big international conference on the Amazons in Frankfurt Germany. I, Nelson James, was the keynote speaker. I am a professor of Anthropology at an Ivy League university. I was nothing special, just another academic in an obscure field toiling away to feed my wife and three sons. My area of interest was the Amazon River basin and the primitive people still living there. Sure, I had heard rumors of Amazon's, but never really was that interested until that blockbuster movie Amazon World came out. Sheer genius it was, a story of how the legendary women warriors got fed up with the patriarchal world and emerged from their self-seclusion to overthrow it. Plenty of women wanted to see it because it had a good plot, of course the defeat of all the male governments. (This was a movie so there were zero female world governments at the time to overthrow) and the lead actresses were all A-list. Men went with their wives and girlfriends because of all the Amazon warriors in their skimpy battledress were former Playboy bunnies or cheerleaders. Another attraction for many was the first-rate special effects. Let's face it action movies with babes sell. I heard about the movie when it started production and knew what I had to do. I was in the running for a full professorship, and this could be my way in. I knew my obscure area of study would have a brief time in the limelight and I had to take full advantage. Immediately I researched an academic paper on the Amazons. It would be published in the usual dull Anthropology Journal. That would provide me with the material to write an article in regular English for the New York Times and any other media outlet that wanted to pick it up. This would get me promoted. One theologian of the nineteenth century proffered a hypothetical from the biblical text of Genesis. He cited a Garden of Eden, but separated from the ‘civilized world' by a global flood. A flood caused by a traumatic shift of the polar rotation, causing seasons, a depletion of hydro shielding of the atmosphere, and a resulting penetration increase in ultraviolet radiation. The major plates of the earth radically broke apart, causing a large ocean between the South American and African plates. The theologian believes it plausible that the Garden of Eden is the Amazon and Ecuadorian South Pacific region. He cites the Galapagos irregularities and species of Tortoises that have perhaps 3 times the lifespan of humans. Could all life forms excel greater, and live longer; in the ‘garden region'? Then the theologian sites the Nephilim giants, offspring of when spirit beings mating with human women. The text of Genesis 6: 4; 4 The Nephilim giants were on the earth in those days, and also afterward; when the spirit beings went to the human women. They seduced the women and had children by them. The offspring became powerful. They were the heroes of old, men of renown human folklore. The biblical references are several, but European civilizations have not seen evidence in many centuries, thus the idea has been discredited as superstition.  The theologian speculates that these mythical Amazons are perhaps superior in body and mind, and irreverent to the creator's order. The original Spirit beings designed to set up a civilization where women perverted the creator's order, and made human males into slaves of women. Whereas in other civilizations the offspring men conquered and terrified the world, in the Amazon regions, their superior intellect and science was used to alter genetics in favor of the females. The offspring females were genetically capable of longer life, superior intellect, and godlike in physical attributes. Male offspring, however; were genetically cursed to the limitations of all other humankind. Academia condemned the theologian's speculations, and it was not allowed to be taught at any credible university. Only bible colleges even entertained it as plausible.  For my academic career's sake, I went with the consensus theories of the leading universities and published a secular research. I called it Amazons: Fact or Fiction. The Times was interested, and I retained the syndication rights after they had the first exclusive release. In order to write the paper though, I had to get access to the journal of Francois Canard. He was the famous 19th century explorer whose journal documented his discovery of the Amazons. Unfortunately, no one believed Francois at the time, and they declared him mad and institutionalized him. He was known to the Amazon crowd as Bizarre Canard. His family detested that name, and what happened to him. They were always trying to rehabilitate his name and this movie, Amazon World, would bring his name to the forefront. I contacted the family and flew to France to meet with the heir, Jean Paul Canard. I promised to set the record straight on Francois. They would have right to reject anything I wrote before publication, and I would give them a portion of any profits I made, to pay legal fees to have the official record changed. ln exchange, I would have full access to his journal and any other records the family held. For some reason, Jean Paul felt I was trustworthy and agreed to my offer. The movie came out and broke records on its first weekend. My article came out on the Saturday of that weekend and on Monday was reprinted and reposted all around the world. The university loved the publicity, and I was given the full professorship. Moreover, the syndication money was greatly appreciated by my wife Connie. She was great at making our money stretch, but it always was tight. This is where Sylvia came in. With all the hype about the Amazons, she held her conference. Since I was acknowledged as a "world renowned Amazon "expert" I was selected keynote speaker. No expense was spared. Sylvia even paid for Connie and the boys to accompany me. We made a holiday of it and Sylvia had one of her staff tour guide us around Germany for a week. It wasn't all altruistic though. She wanted me to go to the Amazon River basin on an expedition she was funding. Again, no expense would be spared, in the quest to prove the existence of the Amazons. However, there was a problem with me going on the expedition. I had promised Connie no more trips to the Amazon until the boys were through their teen years. Connie had not complained about my previous trips when they were younger; when I was building my career but now she now she wanted my help at home. I had the professorship, so I was pretty secure, and I liked staying home. I loved Connie and being a father. Sylvia was tenacious however, at our first meal together before the conference she had mentioned the expedition and my role in it. I had explained that I had made a promise to Connie but would be glad to help with the preparations. Connie was very happy with my response and showed me her appreciation that night. Sylvia however was relentless, and by the end of our trip in Germany Connie had not only released me from my promise but was encouraging me to go! That conversation would replay over and over again in my mind, over the next year. I suspect it haunted Connie as well. Connie had it all figured out, "Nelson I know you made a promise to me, and you keep your promises. You are a great husband and father; I love being married to you. You are a great provider, working hard to give us what we need, and more. Sylvia has offered you an amazing sum to go on this expedition, This is your reward for all your years of hard work. If it is successful you will receive an even larger bonus. This would make us set for life. Sylvia thinks you will be gone a month, maybe two at the outside. I will be fine for that long; both of our parents will help. I really think you should go." I would have stuck to my promise but also I did want to go, it would cement my reputation and place at the university. The money was a stupid amount, one million dollars. I did also want to stay with my family. I could stay home and still milk my expert status at the same time. Yet Connie was pushing me to go so I agreed. Sylvia had no time to waste, a group was assembled and outfitted in a month. The leader of the expedition would be Lori Becker a self-made millionaire. She came from the wrong side of the tracks and had never failed at anything she had tried. Of course, our leader had to be a woman so she could speak on equal terms with the Amazons we hopefully would meet. Francois had mentioned this in his journal. His expedition included some women, and he made one of them the "leader," since the Amazons would not speak to him. Then there was the two security women, Alesha Murray, and Estelle Rodrigues. They were former special forces and from what I could see, the two women were the real deal. There were plenty of primitive locals, robber barons, and other assorted bad guys in the Amazon River basin so we needed protection. Again, women warriors made sense for the obvious reasons. Then there was Paulo and Mateus and their river boat. They would provide the grunt labor for the group as well as run the boat. They both were very handy and knew parts of the river. They also knew many of the main characters, among the legitimate and illegitimate goings on in this part of the basin. Finally, there was me, the expert advisor, and hopefully with the help of Bizarre Canard's journal the navigator. From my previous experience, this was a good size group for an Amazon river exploration. Small enough to be effective, but not too big to be unwieldy and attract too much unwanted attention from anyone. The three women and I would fly into Iquitos and meet up with Mateus and Paulo. We then would head down the river toward Ecuador, as outlined by Canard in his journal. The first few days were uneventful but soon enough we had left the vestiges of civilization behind. We kept a sharp eye out for the indigenous peoples, and others who didn't like outsiders on their turf. It was a beautiful part of creation, with so many vibrant colors and exotic plants and animals. We continued down the river and had the feeling that we were being watched. This increased with every mile. Estelle was convinced attack was imminent. Alesha not so much, the attack was coming but not yet. We were almost into the mountains, and she was sure it would occur then. There was no doubt in anyone's mind however, that we were being watched and that the watchers had changed. Originally it had been the indigenous who were watching us. They were great at camouflage and concealment, but the high-tech gadgets of Estelle and Alesha could pick out their heat signatures among other things. Now someone else was watching us. The high-tech equipment couldn't pick them up and neither could the naked eye. These people were masters of the hunt. Yet Alesha and Estelle were convinced we were still being watched. When we entered the mountains the river increased in speed but decreased in depth and width. We knew that we would soon have to leave the boat and move forward on foot. Then we saw the arch mentioned in Bizarre Cunard's journal. Everyone was excited that we seemed to be on the right path. Soon after that we stopped for the night at what we thought was a secure location. It was a sand bar with the river on one side and sheer mountain walls on the other side. While we set up camp, Estelle was on guard duty, and she was sharp noticing the stranger first. The person was dressed in a wet suit complete with a mask and carried what looked like a bow in their hand. The person had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, but must have come out of the river. Estelle ordered the person to stop moving and identify themselves. It was at this moment I knew that the expedition had succeeded, but would we live to tell the tale? The stranger spoke, "It is you who should not move; any movement will be met with deadly force. You shall identify yourselves and your purpose here immediately." I could not place the voice. It clearly was translated by a machine. I couldn't see the face of the person who had spoken, but I was sure that the translation did not convey the menace of the threat implied. Estelle started to raise her gun, but an arrow flashed out of nowhere and Estelle went down. After a moment to process what just happened, Lori Becker spoke for us, "We have come in peace; we are on an expedition to find the legendary Amazon warriors." Captives The person in the wet suit did not reply immediately. The silence was painful, Estelle was bleeding out from the arrow in her chest. It looked like it had pierced her heart, and she wasn't moving. I think all of us were holding our breaths waiting for a reply. Then we were stunned when it came. "You have found what you are looking for. Now listen very closely, any deviation from these instructions will result in your death." I hoped everyone else took that to heart, after Estelle I certainly did. As she spoke, a door opened up in the sheer mountain. She continued, "Very slowly you will strip naked, then you will enter the mountain, taking nothing with you." Soon enough the five of us were naked and travelling on foot through a mountain tunnel. I never looked back to see if we were being followed by the person in the wet suit. I did hear the door close. I could see light ahead of us and we all just walked toward the light. Once we reached it we could see a valley before us. There also was a woman warrior standing in front of us. She had on a breast plate of some kind of metal, forearm guards and a skirt that also looked like armor. There were sandals on her feet. There was some kind of sword on her hip. She did not look very welcoming. "Stop, look down and you will see some amulets. Put them on, they will allow us to communicate." We picked them up and put them around our necks, Lori was quick to try her's out. "I am Lori Becker, leader of this expedition." Lori's speech was cut off at the knees, "Silence, you are nothing until we decide what you are! Anyone who speaks again without being asked, will die. Follow me." The woman was not wearing an amulet but had raised her left arm to speak into her arm guard. We would learn later that these vambraces were a highly sophisticated smart phone, supercomputer, and weapons system, all in one. She then turned and started walking. Now we had lesson number two, and while processing that we followed her. Loud and clear, do what they say without question and remain silent. After an hour of walking, we entered farmland. There were men working in the fields. The men had on loincloths and sandals, nothing else. No one looked at us and our guide did not speak to anyone. Then we approached a village with a wall around it. There was a guard at an opening in the wall. She was dressed identically to our guide. They nodded a greeting to one another, and we moved into the village. She led us to a nondescript building that look like it was made of some kind of spray concrete. There was what looked like a toilet and sink in one corner. The floor was some kind of flexible material. There were two windows in addition to the opening. There was nothing else in the room. I estimated that it measured about 20 by 30. She stopped in the center of the room and looked us over. "You will remain here until you are summoned." Then she left. As she went through the opening a door materialized. We all looked at one another. Mateus was the first to speak. "I guess we found your Amazons, Nelson. Not a very friendly bunch." Paulo snorted at that and went to use the toilet. Alesha slowly circled the room seemingly taking in every detail. She looked out the windows but touched nothing. Lori put on a brave face and addressed us, "I'm not sure what we are facing here, however they seem to be a people of violence and few words. We just have to hang on and see what happens, eventually they will have to let us speak to them and explain ourselves." I wasn't so sure about that, but I had nothing to add so after also using the toilet I just lay down on the floor to rest. The others did the same and were soon lost in our own thoughts about the predicament we were in. We were surprised when the opening appeared, and two men came in carrying trays of food. They put them down inside the opening and left. No one dared speak to them and they said nary a word. The food was good and once we had eaten, and the sun had gone down outside. I did my Tia Chi forms. This was something I did every day. My parents had met through Tia Chi and all of us kids had grown up doing it. It certainly helped me stay calm and focused. As well it kept me in shape and flexible. Then I went to sleep. Paulo and Mateus sat together speaking in Portuguese before they also went to sleep. Alesha did some stretches and then also went to sleep. Lori just sat there looking forlorn. She had always been in control and now she was lost for what to do. I hoped she would get some rest. I awoke as the sun came through the windows. Alesha, Mateus, and Paulo were already awake. Lori looked like she hadn't moved an inch or slept a wink since last night. We didn't have to wait long for our warrior from the previous day to arrive. She strode into the room, "Follow me." Definitely a people of few words. We followed her to another building made of the same materials. Once inside it was obvious it was a medical building. We were led to a room with two large men and one woman in a lab coat. The men had on the same type of loincloths as the men we saw working in the fields yesterday. The two men advanced on Mateus and grabbed his right arm. The woman then took a blood sample. I immediately just raised my right arm as the men grabbed Paulo. Alesha and Lori did the same as me and the men didn't touch us as our samples were collected. The woman then took the five samples and left. The men also left. We were afraid to move but we didn't have long to wait, and our "doctor" reappeared with the men. The men were pushing a bed that looked like an operating table. They picked up Paulo and strapped him to the table. The doctor sprayed something on his groin. She then used a scapple to cut open his scrotum and remove his testicles. Paulo screamed through the entire process. I suspected that the spray was for healing and to avoid infection. These women seemed to enjoy inflicting pain. Once Paulo was a eunuch she sprayed the incision with something else. The wound never bled and appeared closed, healed even. Paulo was then released from the table. He collapsed to the floor, covered in sweat. Mateus and I also were sweating. Who was next? I didn't see any way to escape this and neither did he, we were stuck awaiting our fate. Mateus was next. It went exactly the same except Mateus tried not to cry out. That didn't make the operation any less brutal and Mateus passed out from the pain. Then it was my turn, and I was forced onto the table. The doctor did something different this time. She sprayed where my incision was for my vasectomy. After our third boy was born Connie and I decided we were done having kids and I had the snip. Well, the doctor proceeded to reverse that operation. I didn't know for sure but that's what it seemed like to me. It hurt like hell, and I also tried not to cry out. After she had finished the operation she sprayed the area she worked on. Then she produced a needle and injected it into my leg. That hurt like hell too. Then she was done, and I was removed from the table. Our guide then took us back to our prison. When we arrived, there was another meal awaiting us. Once we had finished eating, two men appeared to take away the dishes and they gave me what was obviously a sample jar. It was bigger than the one I had been given after my vasectomy. It was pretty obvious they wanted a sample. We had been naked around one another for a day now, and their was no privacy in the room. We were not allowed to speak so the four of them wordlessly turned their backs on me so I could produce the sample. I wondered if I could get it up but as soon as I touched my penis it became hard. It seemed harder then it ever had been, I figured it was just because I hadn't had sex for the last 2 weeks. When I ejaculated into the jar I filled it up. Wow, I never had cum so much in my life. I found out much later the injection I was given was a fast-acting, long-lasting sexual stimulant. It meant I would get hard fast the first and subsequent times as required. I also would produce much more sperm than normal. It even contained fertility drugs to facilitate impregnation. These Amazons sure had some advanced medical technology! The men left and within what seemed like an hour our guide was back. She ordered us to follow her. We ended up in the middle of the village. I immediately recognized the set up. It was prepared for a slave auction. There was a raised platform in the center of the open space with a woman warrior standing on it. There were many other women dressed identically, arriving from the rest of the village. Soon the five of us were all beside the platform waiting as the last of the women warriors arrived. I figured that all the Amazons, a few hundred in the village, were now present. Mateus was prodded onto the platform and the Amazon already on it spoke, "Fresh from the outside, we have a laborer. It is gifted with old mechanical technology knowledge and a strong body. Unsuitable for breeding but useful for service." I guess my blood sample showed I was suitable as a breeder and Mateus and Paulo's were not. I learned late that they like men who had had vasectomy's. As long as there were no hereditary issues the men who'd been snipped made good proven breeders and with their advanced technology it was easy to reverse the operation. Then the bidding began. Soon enough Mateus was bought by one of the Amazon's in the square. The auctioneer then pointed her right arm at Mateus and a laser came out of the vambrace to brand him on the right butt cheek. Mateus was given to his new owner, and Paulo was moved onto the platform. "Also fresh from the outside, another similar type for service. This one is younger but otherwise the same." Paulo was sold, branded, and given to his new owner. Clearly these Amazons were into object lessons. The auctioneer then left the platform, and two men placed a throne on it. What I could only image was the leader of the Amazon's then sat on the throne. She was dressed the same as the others except while the other's armor was silver her's was gold. The two men then used hoes to make a circle in front of the platform. Once they were done the leader addressed Alesha and Lori. "I am queen Zenoba and now we shall see if you two things are warrior women or not." Lori was then prodded into the circle. From the other side of the circle came one of the Amazons. She had removed her breastplate and was now bare chested. Seeing her proud firm breasts had me immediately hard. It was pretty clear to me that Lori was expected to fight this woman to see if she was suitable Amazon material. I wasn't sure how this would go. Lori was a strong confident woman, but I was unsure about her fitness level or of her fighting skills. The woman advance on Lori and threw a fake punch, followed by a leg sweep. Lori went down hard. I heard some of the other Amazon's in the crowd say "one." Lori got up slowly and I think it had now dawned on her that she was in the fight of her life or more aptly the fight for her life. Lori tried to assume a fighting stance. The Amazon advanced on her again going in for a grapple. I wanted to shout out for her not to engage, but we were told to be silent. Lori engaged in the grapple. They locked hands and the Amazon soon had Lori on her knees grimacing in pain and then kicked her square in the chest, knocking her back. I heard the "twos" from the crowd and silently prayed Lori would do better. The Amazon advance again, Lori tried to rush her, and the Amazon side stepped and grabbed Lori's arm. Lori cried out as the Amazon applied pressure. As more pressure was applied Lori started to beg for mercy. The queen then spoke, "Enough." The Amazon immediately let go of Lori's arm and Lori collapsed to the ground. Her shoulder was probably dislocated, and Lori was moaning in pain. A knife was then handed to the Amazon fighter who grabbed Lori by the hair, pulled her head back exposing her neck and slit her throat. More lessons for us. Fight hard to win and don't show pain. The two men dragged the body out of the circle. It now was Alesha's turn. A new Amazon entered the circle also bare chested. Alesha let the Amazon get close and when she tried a feint with a fake punch Alesha stepped into it. She caught the Amazon's fist with her left arm and then brought up her right knee slamming it into the Amazon's thigh. Alesha followed up with a brutal kidney punch. Alesha then let go of the arm and the Amazon went down on one knee. Her eyes narrowed and her face flushed. Alesha had embarrassed her, and hate emanated off of the Amazon. Alesha stepped back and said "one." This caused the crowd to murmur and the Amazon to charge forward at Alesha. Alesha turned to present a smaller target, but the Amazon jumped at her. Alesha was not expecting that move and the Amazon had amazing agility. She flew into Alesha's chest knocking her back. Alesha knew she was going down on her back and reached out for the Amazon's hair. As they hit the ground Alesha pulled the Amazon's hair as hard as she could. She followed up with a punch to the throat as the Amazon pulled her head back. Alesha then rolled away and stood up. Her chest and back was hurting from the landing but the Amazon was in worse shape. Rubbing her throat the Amazon was now so enraged when Alesha said "two" she launched herself again at Alesha. They grappled briefly but Alesha's special forces training was superior to the Amazon's skills and Alesha now had the Amazon in an arm bar. Alesha did not hold back and felt the arm dislocate before looking at the queen. Alesha then applied more pressure to the point of almost breaking the Amazon's arm. "Enough." Alesha let go of the Amazon as the queen spoke. The Amazon had never cried out or even moaned and never fell to the ground either. She stood up and faced her Queen lowering herself to a kneeling position. I thought for sure she was getting her throat slit. However, I was wrong, as I would learn these Amazons respected effort and the ability to tolerate pain. The Queen left her in that position for what seemed an eternity. The defeated Amazon was clearly in pain and discomfort but tried her best not to show it. "Rise Reyana, you fought a warrior and lost. Yet you never gave up or showed weakness. The warrior you fought is clearly a skilled fighter, and now our sister. Learn from her and your loss." Then the queen looked at Alesha who had assumed the same position as the woman she had defeated. "What is your name noble warrior?" "My name is Alesha; how may I be of service?" Although you had to be quick to see it a ghost of a smile appeared on the Queen's face. Clearly Alesha had impressed her. The Queen regarded Alesha as if seeing her for the first time. "Alesha, you have earned the right to be one of us, the Amazons of Fire Valley, do you pledged undying allegiance to your Queen?" Alesha was no dummy. She was quickly figuring out how to survive here. "Yes my Queen, I pledge my undying allegiance to the Queen of the Amazon's of Fire Valley." Then rise my new warrior, go with Reyana, and learn our ways. Then the Queen got up and left the platform. The crowd dispersed, leaving me and my original guide. She gave me a searing look. I was getting the hang of these people too and I did not flinch. I just looked back at her with the blandest look I could muster. After a minute or two she smirked at me, "I'm sure you can find your own way back to your accommodations." I'm sure this was another test, and I wanted to live so I walked the most direct route back to my prison. No one paid any attention to me. As I stared straight ahead I tried to also take in what was happening around the village. Basically, I saw a few men working at various tasks. I also saw a few Amazons, but they were doing nothing of significance. Everything was clean and tidy. When I entered my prison I noticed in the middle of the room was now an operating room table just like back in the medical building. It was complete with plenty of restraints. I could by now begin to guess what it was for. Yet there was no sense in worrying about it and instead I went through my Tai Chi forms. Lunch was brought to me by two large men and once I was done eating they pointed at the table. I climbed onto it laying on my back. They secured me in what I learned was called the Amazon position. I had my knees bent and pulled into my chest. One of them then jabbed me with a needle, another injection. My thoughts went to Connie and the boys. In particular I reflected on Connie and my conversation about joining this expedition. I wonder if Connie would still want me to go if she had of known I would become a sperm donor to a bunch of Amazons. Clearly, they were going to breed themselves on this table. The two men left and one of the Amazons entered my prison. She deftly stripped off her armor and clothing. She looked amazing, if you like athletic women. Firm perky tits and long-toned legs. Her vulva had a trim patch of hair on it that did nothing to hide the fact she was aroused. My arousal was also evident as my cock was hard as granite and she wasted little time impaling herself on it. She then used me for her satisfaction. She must have cum twice before I unloaded into her womb. She then go off and dressed. A few minutes after she left another Amazon entered the room. The exact same thing happened. For the next month or so I would be used by about 100 of these Amazon women. I'm pretty sure it was about one third of the total who lived in the village that took their turn. Obviously, they couldn't all get pregnant, some had to be able to defend the tribe. Neither Alesha nor the Queen came and used me. The routine was the same every day. The two men would arrive with breakfast, when I was done they then secured me to the table and gave me the injection. Amazons would come and go riding me until I came into their wombs. Some were pretty rough about it; none were even remotely loving. I learned later that they came as they entered their fertile times. With the fertility drugs and increased amount of sperm, the odds of pregnancy increased dramatically. If what I learned later was true I impregnated between two thirds and three forths of the Amazons who used me. I wonder what my sons would think of the fact that they would soon have 60 to 75 siblings, mostly girls. Apparently, they had mostly figured how to effect the gender outcome too, but it didn't always work. I knew the day's breeding was over when the men would reappear and release me from the table. They would also bring me another meal. The rest of the time was my own, but I couldn't leave the prison. The door appeared and disappeared for the male servants and the Amazons but not me. I would do my Tai Chi forms and sleep. Then came the day when I was taken out of my prison and brought back to the central square. The Queen was sitting on her throne on the platform, all of the other Amazons were standing around another circle before her. I was placed in the circle. One of the Amazons entered the circle from the other side. She was bare chested but otherwise dressed just like the warriors Alesha and Lori had fought. I was still naked. I had not worn any clothes since the day I was captured. It was pretty clear that I was going to have to fight for my continued existence. I had served my purpose, and I figured this was a test, for what I didn't really know. I was certain however I needed to win to avoid dying. I also knew I was at a serious disadvantage, not only were my balls exposed and vulnerable, but I had received my injection that day and my cock was hard. The Amazon warrior before me I definitely remembered from when she used me. She had been rough, biting, and scratching me. After I had cum in her she had spit in my face. This was not going to be easy. I remembered Alesha's words to me back while we were still free. "Tai Chi is nice, but it has become a sport with rules and traditions. Fights are real but they are not do or die. If you ever get in a fight in this jungle, no rules, no etiquette, fight to win. Do whatever it takes to win. And most of all, all this goes double if you are up against a woman." The Amazon warrior began to advance on me, and I adopted the ready position. She had a look of arrogance about her, I wondered if she ever lost? She advanced on me, and we traded blows. The Tai Chi helped me put up a great defense. I was mostly on the defensive and tried to see if I could get an opening at some point. I also had to protect my vulnerabilities. After a few minutes of sparing, she slightly lost her footing and that was all I needed. I swept her legs out from under her, and she completely lost her balance, but she didn't land hard. She was fit and flexible and recovered in a crouch. I moved back hoping to hear the word "one." It was music to my ears when I heard it from the crowd. Obviously, my opponent was infuriated and charged at me, we traded blows again and it was all I could do to keep her blocked. I made a mistake, and she moved in at that point to grab my balls but luckily I was sweating so hard she couldn't quite get a grip. It gave me an opening to knee her in the crotch. I hit her as hard as possible, and it stunned her. I followed up with a couple of jabs to her breasts. This caused her to lower her defenses for just a moment at this and I punched her hard in the head. She staggered back and I took two formal steps back praying to hear a "two." I almost smiled when I heard it from the crowd. I also heard the murmurs of the crowd; it encouraged me as much as it further enraged my opponent. She pressed in for the attack and she was relentless. I decided to stop trading blows and get mobile moving away from her. Around the circle, we went, her looking for an opening and me trying to survive. Then I made a mistake, I moved too close to the edge of the circle. One of the Amazons in the crowd gave me a shove towards my opponent. She bared her teeth in delight and moved to crush me. I did the only thing I could think of, I used my momentum to drop and roll. The Amazon dodged out of the way and then leapt to pin me on the ground. As I rolled I grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it into her face, hoping to hit her eyes. It worked, and while she was distracted I was able to jump back to my feet. She recovered with almost unbelievable speed and moved in to grab me. I used the opportunity to ram my forehead into her nose. Blood sprayed everywhere as her nose shattered. Yet there was no time to lose, I took her to the ground in a full nelson and pressed my knee into her back. It was an uncomfortable position for me, but it was brutal for her. She tried to get out of it, but I increased the pressure, I fully intended to keep going until I incapacitated her or killed her but then the Queen stopped the match. "Enough." I immediately let go and moved away from the Amazon who struggled to her feet. She then moved in front of the platform and knelt before the queen. I moved into the same position behind and to the right of the Amazon. I guessed that it was the right thing to do but wasn't sure. The Queen made us wait and sweat just like after Alesha's fight. "Deianira, you lost to a man, you have failed your name (Deianira means man destroyer) and your Queen. You are no longer one of us." The Amazon called Deianira was then pulled to her feet by two of the Amazons. Her clothing was stripped from her, and she was led away. I would learn later that she was then banished from the tribe. Expelled from the valley naked and vulnerable likely to die. That left me wondering what was going to happen to me. The Queen let me wait some more before ordering that I be taken to her room. I guess I earned the right to breed the Queen, but it was not quite that easy. Lucky for me the two male slaves that took me to her quarters risked the rath of the Amazons to warn me. In a whisper the one on the left said, "Thank you for beating Deianira, she was evil to us all. To survive mating with the Queen you must fight." Great, out of the frying pan and into the fire! The Queen's bed chamber of all things had a bed in it. Crazy that. After sleeping on the floor for a month a bed would be nice, but something told me that if I survived there would be no sleeping in this bed. There would be no snuggles and a second round in the morning either. I almost laughed out loud at my predicament. Then I remembered my conversation back in Germany with Connie. I wondered if this was the reward that Connie was thinking about when she encouraged me to leave? All thoughts left my mind as the Queen entered the room. She was naked and clearly in amazing shape. Below her proud firm breasts was a six pack any body builder would envy. She had toned thighs and walked with the grace of a panther. The slaves said I had to fight; this woman was going to tear me in half! I wondered if it was like honeybees, the Queen mates with you and then kills you. Oh well I thought at least I will try to give a good showing. The Queen advanced on me, and I assumed the ready position. Again, I was at a disadvantage. My cock was rock hard and my balls were unprotected. I decided to gamble on a move she probably wasn't expecting. It looked like she wanted to grapple so I stepped in, put my arms around her and pulled her face toward mine. She might not have been expecting it, but she reacted like lightning. Instantly her two arms shot up and broke my hold on her head, her knee came up to hit me in the balls. I was anticipating this and twisted my waist to take the blow on my thigh while darting my face forward to give her a kiss. She was clearly surprised by my move and allowed the kiss but at the same time wrapped her arms around me and flung me onto the bed. I rolled to my knees as she dove after me. We grappled and soon she had me pinned to the bed. I could not believe how strong she was. Without releasing my hands that were held by her own she maneuvered herself onto my cock and began to ride me. I did not resist and waited for my chance. As her first orgasm hit her I quickly broke her grip on me and rolled her onto her back. I grabbed her throat with both hands and began pounding into her as my cock had not slipped out during my roll. She hit the side of my head with a right and then the other side with a left. It hurt like hell, and I feared a concussion, but I held on tighter. She then pushed her two hands between my arms and literally ripped them from her throat. I once again could not believe her strength. She then rolled me back over onto my back and grabbed my nipples as she impaled herself on me. The pain was intense, but I quickly reached in and grabbed her nipples. I literally tried to rip them off her tits as I could feel the blood start to flow from her nails digging into the flesh on my chest. As all of this was happening she continued to slam herself down on my cock. It was a battle of wills and as I also drew blood from one breast I could feel my climax building. The Queen increased the amount of force she was using, and it felt like I was going to black out from the pain. I fought the darkness and reached deep down for my own renewed strength and her other nipple started to bleed. At this point we were sweating and grunting. Then she had an orgasm with the force of a tsunami! The Queen's vagina clamped down on my cock as she came and this in turn cause me to erupt. I never knew I was into pain but the orgasm that hit me took my breath away. It seemed to have the same effect on her. We both relaxed our grips on each other's nipples as we rode out the orgasmic ecstasy. I seized the opportunity to pull her down for another kiss. I bit her lip and then snaked my tongue into her mouth. She sent her tongue to meet mine and wrestle it into submission. I used the kiss as a distraction to once again roll her over, so I was on top. My cock was still hard as diamonds, so I slammed it back into her. I had never felt a vagina like hers and the sensations were incredible. However, I was so wrapped up in the moment that I started to lose focus on the fight. She seized the opportunity to then roll me back onto my back and pinned me into the Amazon position. She then rode me hard through two more of her own climaxes before I came again filling her womb. At this point I was exhausted but I knew it wasn't over, so I rolled out from under her and got off the bed. I then went down on one knee and bowed my head. I didn't know what to expect next but what I didn't expect at all was that the Queen would laugh. "Go back to your accommodation worthless man I am done with you." I had survived. I didn't know why she laughed until much later when one of the Amazons explained it to me. Only women were required to assume the position of submission before the Queen. By definition men were only servants so submission was assumed. She had laughed at my attempt to be a woman. I made it back to my prison and found a meal waiting. I ate and then did my forms. I couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. I had finished my meal and was reflecting on two things. Firstly, the immense pain in my chest from Queen Zenoba abusing my nipples. I hoped she was feeling the same discomfort, but I imagine she had some magic spray available to her. It was probably already all healed. Secondly, I was wondering what they were going to do with me. I had been forced to breed about a third of the woman warriors and the Queen. Was I going to be made a eunuch and sold to one of the women, or something else? No sense worrying about it. To take my mind off of the pain I did my Tai Chi forms. My previous instructors might not have been happy with my performance in my fight with Deianeira, but I didn't care. I had won and I thanked my parents for getting me into Tai Chi. Certainly the flexibility and balance had served me well. Obviously, my style had been more Tai Chi/brawler but thanks to Alesha's advice it had won me victory. That was the important part and there was no way I was going to forget it. This made me think about Alesha and the fact I had not seen her since she had won her fight and become an Amazon warrior herself. Then my prison door opened, and a man entered, I assumed to take away the supper dishes. He was there for that, but he also had a can of spray magic and aimed it at my bloody nipples and sore chest. By the time he had gathered up the dishes and left the wounds were healed and the pain was gone. Amazing stuff! The sun had gone down, and I was tired out from the day's exertions, so I lay down and went to sleep. I was awakened early by a man with my breakfast. When I was done one of the Amazons I had not met yet entered my prison. She ordered me to follow her. She led me to the opening in the wall around the village. At the opening we met another Amazon who had what looked like a lap top bag with her. She fell in behind me and the three of us walked down the trail that I figured was to the west. At first we passed farms but soon we left them and the village behind. We walked all day through the rainforest and then we stopped for the night. I was given some travel food. It looked like the rations you get in the army. Yet it was the perfect temperature and tasted delicious. No one had said anything all day. It was no different after our meal. One of the Amazons was clearly on sentry duty and the other one lay down to rest. I followed suit and soon was asleep. It was a quite night and in the morning was shaken awake by one of the Amazons. After another meal and my injection, we were back on the trail. Judging from the sun it was about noon when we apparently reached our destination. It was a large open field carved out of the rainforest. It seemed about the same size as a football field. We were on one of the long ends and there was a post in the ground that they tied me too. I was tied only around my waist with my hands and feet free. Diagonally across from me on the other side was a similar post. Minutes after I was secured, 3 people emerged from the forest on the other side. 2 were clearly Amazons, the only difference in attire from the Amazons with me was a blazing sun on their breastplates. The other person was a man, naked like me and soon tied to the post. One of the Amazons then walked 10 paces from the post to the right and stopped. The other one started walking to toward me. My two Amazon's did the same thing. One walked 10 paces from the post to the left and stopped. The other walked toward the naked man. The Amazons walking toward the tied men had the small bags with them. Once the Amazon with the blazing sun arrived in front of me she produced a needle from the bag and took a blood sample. She then opened the bag up revealing some kind of machine. The blood sample needle was inserted into the side, and she injected the blood into the machine. I could not see any screen or light to show a result, but after a moment she stood up and handed me a sample jar. It was all becoming clear to me what was going on. If I passed the medical tests I was to be traded for the other guy undergoing the same tests. This was a simple swapping of bulls or studs. The injection served it's purpose because I became instantly hard when I touched my cock. I then filled the container. The Amazon took the container and poured the contents into another opening in the machine. After a moment she drew a knife from her belt and turned to face the other side of the field. The Amazon on the other side of the field finished what I assumed was the same process with the other man. She also drew a knife and faced us. At this point, both of the Amazons turned and cut the bindings of the man on the pole in front of them. I didn't need to be told what to do I just followed the blazing sun Amazon back across the field. We met at almost exactly the halfway point of the field, but no greetings were shared. This was obviously a highly ritualized process that I had not read about in Canard's journal. In Canard's journal there had been only one group or tribe of Amazons occupying four valleys. Something definitely had changed. I suspected the four valleys now were occupied by competing factions. This didn't mean Canard was wrong, Canard had been here over 150 years before, it just meant things had changed. So far Canard had been accurate about the arch by the river, as well as the dress of the Amazons we had met. Canard also had reported on the sophistication of the Amazon's technology and that clearly was still true. To be continued in part 2. Based on a post by Farmer Jill, in 3 parts, for Literotica.

Jean Paul Hamon, médecin généraliste et président d'honneur de la Fédération des médecins de France, était l'invité de RTL Soir. Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Het is oudjaarsdag en dus we blikken nog één keer terug op 2025. Ex-algemeen directeur Thijs van Es, podcaster en Utrecht-supporter Jean-Paul Rison, mediabaas van de FC Stef de Bont en andere vrienden van de show delen naast Henk-Jan en Maurits hun mooiste FC Utrecht-momenten van het afgelopen voetbaljaar. Wij wensen al onze luisteraars een fijn en sportief 2026. Dank voor het luisteren en tot volgend jaar. Forza Utreg! Word lid voor extra content: https://petjeaf.com/redwhitepodcast Volg de podcast op twitter: @RedWhitePod: Maurits: @MauFCU Henk-Jan: @BompaFCU Mail de show: redwhitepodcast@gmail.com Volg ons op facebook: www.facebook.com/redwhitepodcast Volg ons op Bluesky: @RedWhitePod Volg ons op Instagram: @RedWhitePod Veel luisterplezier!

Se acaba el año, familia… y mientras miro atrás, veo un camino lleno de música, de historias, de alegrías, de retos… y también de despedidas que nos han dejado el corazón encogido. Ha sido un año intenso.Grandes perdidas tanto de grandes musicos como de gente nuestra va por ellos que tengais un bonito viaje .....siempre en nuestro corazones. Un año de grandes discos, de bandas que han dado un paso adelante, de conciertos que nos han devuelto la vida y de proyectos que han crecido más de lo que imaginábamosPero también un año en el que la música ha perdido a algunos de sus gigantes. Artistas que nos enseñaron a sentir, a resistir, a vivir con banda sonora. Su ausencia duele… pero su legado sigue iluminando cada riff que escuchamos. Y en medio de todo eso… estáis vosotros. La comunidad que hace que La Hora del Rock tenga sentido. Los que escucháis, compartís, apoyáis, enviáis mensajes, descubrís bandas, recomendáis programas y mantenéis viva esta llama que no se apaga. Gracias por hacer de este programa un punto de encuentro, un refugio, una celebración constante de lo que somos. El año que viene traerá nuevas historias, nuevos discos, nuevas bandas, nuevas emociones… y también nuevos desafíos. Pero aquí seguiremos, juntos, con la misma pasión, la misma fuerza y el mismo espíritu rebelde que nos ha acompañado desde el primer día. Y desde La Hora del Rock, ZENÓN FERNANDO Y YO os desaamos un año nuevo lleno de salud, de luz, de música… y de ese fuego interior que nos recuerda que, pase lo que pase, el rock siempre encuentra la manera de seguir sonando. ¡Feliz Año Nuevo, familia! ¡Nos escuchamos en la próxima descarga!” Programa 357 La Hora del Rock FIN DE AÑO 2025 (último del año) Music From The Elder (1997 )10 - Escape From the Island. Laurenne LouhimoFalling Through Stars2. Damned.(2025) Michael Schenker Group - Don't Sell Your Soul (2025)6. Sign of the Times Moonlit Masquerade Wreckage EP3 Show me the way (2025) Symphonity Beyond Olympus (EP)1 Out And About.(2025) Asha Reno Rodolfo 2025(single) Hammer King Kingdom Of The Hammer King2 - I Am The King (Remastered, 2025). Joel Hoekstra´s 13 you can give.(2025) Venus 5 Like A Witch.single (2025) The Switch No Way Out (2025)6 No Way Out. Sad Eyes V 5en5e5 EP - 04 - ToVch.(2025) Santonegro Pure Gold6 Pure Gold .2025 Exit Eden 2024 Femmes Fatales6 Désenchantée. Danny Veras Prophets of the nation.(demo) 2025 Pantera1994 Far Beyond Driven (Reissue 1994, (Japanese Edition)7 - Slaughtered. Shy Excess All Areas (Rock Candy Remastered 2019)1 - Emergency. Jean Paul´s Dream Vision Reminiscence5 This Must Be Heaven.(2025) Black Tyger.mundo magico.(2025) Testament - Para Bellum (2025)4 Meant to Be. Sabaton - Legends (2025)10The Cycle of Songs. Feliz año nuevo 2026 Zenón Fernando y un Servidor. *SI TE GUSTA LO QUE HACEMOS COMPARTE,A SI CREAREMOS UNA GRAN FAMILIA ROCKERA STAY FUCKING METAL* SIGUENOS !!

The VeggieTales lore contains just enough information about the in-universe sexual and racial politics to leave you wanting more like a tomato in heat with a big blossom end rot waiting for Sully to give you a mouthful like Mike Wazowski. Being the Andy Dick Show Boy ruined my life. "Bonnie" "Prince" "Billy" is pretty good for a guy with a girl's first name.

durée : 00:04:31 - C'est une chanson - par : Frédéric Pommier - Semaine spéciale Alain Souchon ! Aujourd'hui, nous réécoutons l'entretien de Frédéric Pommier avec le comédien Jean-Paul Rouve, qui avait choisi d'évoquer "Le Bagad de Lann-Bihoué", une chanson qui l'a possiblement aidé à ne jamais abandonner ses rêves. (Rediffusion de l'émission du 05/10/2022.) Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

Welkom bij een speciale kerstspecial van de FC Afkicken Daily! Lars van Velsum, Mart ten Have, Jean-Paul Rison, Kenneth Lentze, Alex Mazereeuw en Stan Wagtman nemen je mee door de absolute hoogtepunten van het voetbaljaar. Feyenoords historische zege op Bayern München (3-0) en de stunt in San Siro tegen AC Milan. We bespreken het roerige seizoen van Brian Priske, de wonderlijke Champions League-run onder interim-trainer Pascal Bosschaart, en hoe Feyenoord met een ziekenboeg vol geblesseerden toch de achtste finales haalde. Jean Paul's romantische moment: PSG wint de Champions League. Voor het eerst in de clubhistorie! Een recordzege van 5-0 op Internazionale in München, waarbij Denzel Dumfries opnieuw aan de verliezende kant stond. Jean Paul vertelt hoe hij aan een ticket kwam voor dit historische moment en waarom juist dit team zonder Mbappé, Messi en Neymar wél slaagde. Ook hebben we natuurlijk de legendarische Coach van het Jaar-wandeling, een quiz over bekende voetballers, en het sensationele verhaal van Telstar dat na 47 jaar terugkeert in de Eredivisie door Willem II te verslaan in de play-offs. Coach van het Jaar Inschrijven voor onze FC Afkicken subleague bij Coach van het Jaar? Dat kan via: https://www.coachvanhetjaar.nl/app/ RØDE Ben je zelf op zoek naar de beste podcast apparatuur voor in de studio of onderweg? Check: https://rode.com/en-nl Football Manager 2026 Wil jij net als Bart moneyball spelen met Brentford? Order dan hier Football Manager 2026: https://www.footballmanager.com/fm2See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

durée : 00:50:26 - La 20e heure - par : Eva Bester - Ancien grand reporter, l'auteur Jean-Paul Dubois publie "L'Origine des larmes" aux Editions de l'Olivier. On y retrouve son personnage principal, Paul, qui tire sur son père pourtant déjà mort, mais on découvre aussi de fausses cérémonies de funérailles et le rêve d'un chien qui parle. - invités : Jean-Paul Dubois - Jean-Paul Dubois : Écrivain - réalisé par : Lola COSTANTINI Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

In de FC Afkicken Daily van dinsdag 23 december bespreken Bart Obbink, Jean-Paul Rison en Mart ten Have het laatste voetbalnieuws!Met vandaag het Liverpool van Arne Slot dat wint op bezoek bij Spurs, het seizoen van Roefs bij Sunderland en Memphis die de beker wint met Corinthians.Verder bespreken we de Afrika Cup en de geruchtenmolen omtrent de transfers, die al aardig op gang komt! (00:00) Intro en fout KNVB rond Jong Ajax(07:05) Spurs – Liverpool(13:00) Het seizoen van Sunderland en Robin Roefs(15:55) Depay wint de beker met Corinthians(18:00) Afrika Cup(20:28) Transferperikelen(26:55) Giveaway In de podcast verwijzen Bart, Jean-Paul en Mart naar: De Afcon Daily van Koolcast: https://youtu.be/9jFYVMtCiEM?si=yGcQyQubuE_dG_Tu Het boek van Erik Aaftink: https://www.bol.com/nl/nl/p/clubliefde-voetbalromantiek/9300000248604841/?Referrer=ADVNLGOO002008J-S---PMAX-C-22294750957&gad_source=1&gad_campaignid=22294770205&gbraid=0AAAAAD5OnmMt8od7W_BcPDK39k8WyAQut&gclid=CjwKCAiAmKnKBhBrEiwAaqAnZ2p5mn2tdfmnhueO_-5yW1i6qAYbjDarEK7eZtNwK8w9SIL4kfTsPxoCEAEQAvD_BwE Deze aflevering is gemaakt in samenwerking met PassaVoetbal. Op PassaVoetbal vind je alles wat je nodig hebt voor jouw voetbalambities: met de Shoefinder vind je jouw perfecte voetbalschoenen, bestel je shirts met officiële spelersbedrukking en daarnaast heeft PassaVoetbal het beste assortiment, topservice en al je favoriete merken. We praten over iconische rugnummers, de eerste WK-shirts én hoe je de perfecte voetbalschoen vindt.

Golf talk live from Dirty Martin's Place in Austin, Texas with Ed Clements, Scotty Sayers, former PGA Champion Mark Brooks and UNLV head golf coach Jean-Paul Hebert. 

Football talk live from Dirty Martin's Place in Austin, Texas w/Ed & Ben Clements, ESPN Radio host Jeff Ward, Scotty Sayers, 3-time UT All American & PGA Champion Mark Brooks and UNLV head men's golf coach Jean-Paul Hebert. 

Weihnachten steht im Mittelpunkt dieser Folge. Mit Karo Walczyk-Rosar unterhalte ich mich über polnische Weihnachtstraditionen. Als Leiterin der Bibliothek des Deutschen Polen-Instituts in Darmstadt hat sie dazu ein paar Geschichten rund um Weihnachten herausgesucht und liest sie vor. Die Folge enthält auch Links zu weiterführenden Informationen. Literaturhinweise 1. Reymont, Władysław Stanisław: Die Bauern. Herbst, Winter, Frühling, Sommer. Übers. von Jean Paul von Ardeschach. Jena: Eugen Diederichs, 1912. 2. Autor unbekannt: „Die alte Bettlerin“; „Die Eisenbahn“. In: Alt-Danziger Weihnacht. Erzählungen, Gedichte und Geschichten aus der weihnachtlichen Hansestadt von einst. Hrsg. von Ulrich B. Marker. Husum: Husum Druck- und Verlagsgesellschaft, 1994. 3. Autor unbekannt: „Altes pommerisches Volkslied“. In: Weihnachtsgeschichten aus Pommern. Hrsg. von Gundel Paulsen. Husum: Husum Druck- und Verlagsgesellschaft, 1990. Musikalische Empfehlung Magda Umer (1949–2025): "Kolędy". (Polnische Weihnachtslieder) Playlist auf YouTube: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_kuk57Ljubl7_xT6laBOZ37Lj1w_X8j2Tg&si=TmOWbsQfgPd34zZ9 Folge direkt herunterladen

Nova llei del lloguer: connectem connectem amb l'Adrià Santasusagna i l'Angelines li ven un pis. La policia investiga l'origen de la pesta porcina: en Juli sap coses perquè va viure al bosc. Els Oscars s'emetran per YouTube: en Jean Paul presenta candidatura per presentar-los.

Alle ogen in Italië zijn op 1 mei 1988 gericht op het Stadio San Paolo in Napels. Met nog drie speelronden tot het einde van de Serie A staat er een kraker tussen Napoli en AC Milan op het programma. Het Napoli van Diego Maradona is de regerend kampioen, en heeft voorafgaand aan het duel één punt voorsprong op Milan, waar ze de jaren ervoor niets te duchten van hebben gehad. Maar dat zal spoedig veranderen. In de podcast verwijzen Jean-Paul en Hugo naar: De samenvatting inclusief interview met Gullit achteraf: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wRw4rxbktO0See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Als op 29 april 2007 PSV na een zinderende ontknoping landskampioen wordt voor AZ en Ajax, is het allemaal al lang en breed vergeten. Eerder die middag dreigt het duel PSV – Vitesse compleet te ontsporen, als de doelman van de Arnhemmers niet alleen buitensporig veel tijdrekt, maar ook in woord en gebaar de PSV-fans achter zijn doel uitdaagt. Zijn naam: Vladimir Stojkovic. Een ongezien beeld in Nederland, maar wie de rest van de carrière van Stojkovic volgt, begrijpt het al een stuk beter. Hij is bepaald niet onder de indruk.In de podcast verwijzen Jean-Paul en Hugo naar: De bekogeling met vuurwerk: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5XTvHokOvs De volledige wedstrijd PSV - Vitesse, met het voorval met Stojkoviv vanaf 52:15: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQFQrAdqPc0&t=3135sSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Chantal Croiset, une figure du quartier de Saint-Acheul, à Amiens, disparait sans laisser de traces un beau jour de juillet 2013. Pourtant, cette retraitée est bien connue, et pour cause : elle a tenu pendant des années le Walter, un bar populaire et joyeux où tous les habitants aimaient à se retrouver. Alors où est Chantal ? Dans un premier temps, les enquêteurs penchent pour la thèse du suicide : depuis sa retraite, cette grand-mère courage supportait mal de rester inactive. Mais plusieurs mois après sa disparition, coup de théâtre : des éléments nouveaux relancent l'enquête. Et ce que vont découvrir les policiers va bouleverser le quartier tout entier… L'affaire Jean-Paul Danscoine, un podcast inédit de Chroniques Criminelles raconté par Jacques Pradel. Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Elke maand verzorgen beursanalisten Jordy Beuving en Jean-Paul van Oudheusden een uitgebreide update over technologie aandelen. Deze keer ontvangen zij techbelegger en fondsmanager Marc Langeveld als extra gast in de uitzending. In deze aflevering komen onder andere NVIDIA, Alphabet, OpenAI, ASML, Broadcom, Microsoft, Salesforce, WoltersKluwer, Prosus, Adobe & SpaceX aan bod. Meer weten over het Antaurus AI Tech Fund? Ga dan naar: http://antaurus.nl/Tijdslijn:00:00 - 4:45 Introductie4:45 - 6:20 OpenAI vs Gemini6:20 - 9:30 Broadcom9:30 - 15:45 Verschillen in AI modellen15:45 - 21:12 TPU vs GPU21:12 - 30:31 Investeringsgolf Hyperscalers30:31 - 46:18 Vooruitblik Software: Adobe & Salesforce46:18 - 57:00 Vooruitblik Chipaandelen: ASML & TSMC57:00 - 1:01:00 NL Tech: Adyen, Wolters Kluwer, Prosus1:01:00 - 1:08:01 SpaceX1:08:01 Robotaxi'sOntvang al onze exclusieve analyses, video's en beurscontent: https://www.deaandeelhouder.nl/premium/ Benieuwd naar de portefeuilles van zowel Jordy, Marc als Jean-Paul? Ga naar: https://www.probeleggen.nl/aanmelden/...

Le réalisateur Bob Reiner est décédé ce dimanche, pour lui rendre hommage, nous recevons le réalisateur, cinéaste, metteur en scène, Jean Paul Molky.

"Bienvenidos guerreros del metal y soñadores del rock eterno…" Hoy, Fernando Nadales, Zenón Pérez y Paco Jiménez te abren las puertas de un viaje sonoro que atraviesa décadas y dimensiones. ⚡ Desde la épica de KISS – Escape From the Island (1981) hasta la furia del presente con Battle Beast – The Burning Within (2025), pasando por la irreverencia de Megadeth – I Don’t Care (2025) y la oscuridad teatral de Avatar – Death And Glitz (2025). 🔥 El fuego no se apaga: Rozario – Fire And Ice, Shatterheart – Betrayal, Betania – Carpe Diem, y la potencia de Bloodbound – The Code of Warriors nos recuerdan que el metal sigue escribiendo su legado. Scorpions – The Zoo (Live 2025) rugiendo desde el escenario. AC/DC – Systems Down (2020) con su electricidad inagotable. La rebeldía de Ilegales y su legado descanse en paz Jorge – Soy un macarra (1984) y Extremoduro – So Payaso (1996), D.E.P Robe, que siguen latiendo en nuestra sangre. 🌌 Y no faltan las sorpresas: Sabaton – Templars, Volbeat – By a Monster’s Hand, Azrael – Pobre Diablo, Shiraz Lane – Come Alive, Jean Paul – Walking in the Rain, y mucho más… Programa 355 La Hora del Rock Fernando Nadales,Zenón Perez y Paco Jimenez Music From The Elder 10 - Escape From the Island (1981) Battle Beast - Steelbound (2025)1. The Burning Within Rozario Fire And Ice.(SINGLE) (2025) Megadeth Idon´t care.2025 Avatar Don’t Go In The Forest (2025)5 Death And Glitz. Shatterheart Betrayal (2025). Betania Una parte de mí3 - Carpe Diem.(2025) Blue Madness 2 Rock 'N' Roll Over.(2025) Bangalore Choir (USA) - Rapid Fire Succession On Target Part II3. Love And War (2025) Sabaton Legends 1. Templars.(2025) Azrael Aquelarre3 Pobre Diablo.(2025) Shiraz Lane In Vertigo9 - Come Alive.(2025) Meteorum Sorry For That (2025) Dirkschneider Balls To The Wall Reloaded (2025)1 - Balls To The Wall (feat. Joakim Broden) ACDC - Power Up (2020)10. Systems Down. Bloodbound (Sweden) - Field of Swords4 - The Code of Warriors.(2025) Scorpions Coming Home (Live)5 The Zoo (Coming Home Live) (2025) Ilegales soy un macarra (1984) Burning Death 03 - Death is Salvation.(2025) Atila Atila (1985). Volbeat - God Of Angels Trust2 - By a Monster’s Hand.(2025) Path-of-Redemption.2(025) Now or Never - The Legacy1 - Burning Daylight.(2025) Induction love kills.(2025) Jean paul Dream Vision Walking in the rain.(2025) Def Leppard Hello America (Remastered).(2024) The Three Tremors (2019)1. Invaders from the Sky vadne (Spain)- The Fragile Light of Fireflies6 - Hollow Realms (2025) Extremoduro So Payaso.(1996) *SI TE GUSTA LO QUE HACEMOS COMPARTE,A SI CREAREMOS UNA GRAN FAMILIA ROCKERA STAY FUCKING METAL* SIGUENOS !! ¡y únete a la batalla del rock eterno!"

Le réalisateur Bob Reiner est décédé ce dimanche, pour lui rendre hommage, nous recevons le réalisateur, cinéaste, metteur en scène, Jean Paul Molky.

Of het nu de Amstel Cup, Gatorade Cup, TOTO KNVB Beker of de Eurojackpot KNVB Beker is, ons nationale bekertoernooi staat altijd bol van de memorabele momenten. Vandaag gaan we terug naar 2000, naar één van de meest legendarische kopballen ooit, op naam van een onverwachte hoofdrolspeler. Zijn naam: Jan Maas.In de podcast verwijzen Jean-Paul en Hugo naar: De samenvatting van de wedstrijd: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0MdkTvUM-s8 Een item van RTL 7 waarin wordt nabesproken met Jan Maas, Jack de Gier en Peter Wisgerhof: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fvWJkGYYiRQSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Wie lobby't, die krijgt wat. Zeker autofabrikanten in Europa. Het werd al gelekt, maar nu is het officieel: de verbrandingsmotor hoeft toch niet in de ban in 2035. Verder worden uitstootreducties voor 2030 en 2035 verzwakt. En misschien is dit nog maar het begin van groene ambities die omlaag worden geschroefd. Maar waar ze bij Stellantis staan te juichen, schreeuwt de elektrische autofabrikant moord en brand. We bespreken wie er profiteert en wie niet. Verder is het tijd om extra koffie in te slaan. Wie graag handelt in Nvidia, Microsoft, Apple, Tesla en de rest van de Amerikaanse techreuzen, mag binnenkort 23 uur per dag doorrazen op de Nasdaq. Eén uurtje pauze, voor wat onderhoud en verwerking van handel. En weer door, door, door, want dat willen buitenlandse handelaren én Amerikaanse gokkers die gewend zijn geraakt aan Robinhood. De aanvraag ligt al bij de beurswaakhond SEC. Verder bespreken we de eerste Vegascasino's binnen de 'five burroughs' van de stad New York en hebben we niet minder dan twee smakelijke boardroombattles voor je in de aanbieding: Shell en Magnum. Smullen. Te gast is Jean-Paul van Oudheusden van eToro en Markets Are Everywhere.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Wie lobby't, die krijgt wat. Zeker autofabrikanten in Europa. Het werd al gelekt, maar nu is het officieel: de verbrandingsmotor hoeft toch niet in de ban in 2035. Verder worden uitstootreducties voor 2030 en 2035 verzwakt. En misschien is dit nog maar het begin van groene ambities die omlaag worden geschroefd. Maar waar ze bij Stellantis staan te juichen, schreeuwt de elektrische autofabrikant moord en brand. We bespreken wie er profiteert en wie niet. Verder is het tijd om extra koffie in te slaan. Wie graag handelt in Nvidia, Microsoft, Apple, Tesla en de rest van de Amerikaanse techreuzen, mag binnenkort 23 uur per dag doorrazen op de Nasdaq. Eén uurtje pauze, voor wat onderhoud en verwerking van handel. En weer door, door, door, want dat willen buitenlandse handelaren én Amerikaanse gokkers die gewend zijn geraakt aan Robinhood. De aanvraag ligt al bij de beurswaakhond SEC. Verder bespreken we de eerste Vegascasino's binnen de 'five burroughs' van de stad New York en hebben we niet minder dan twee smakelijke boardroombattles voor je in de aanbieding: Shell en Magnum. Smullen. Te gast is Jean-Paul van Oudheusden van eToro en Markets Are Everywhere.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

A siwen Erzielungen erlaabt de Jean-Paul Maes en Abléck a Liewensepisode vu Mënschen, déi u sech ganz gewéinlech sinn. Onerwaart Situatioune bréngen hiren Alldag aus dem Konzept a jidderee geet mat esou Momenter an de Konsequenzen anescht ëm. D'Valerija Berdi an de Michel Delage hunn dem Jean-Paul Maes säi Buch "De Léiw gëtt rout" (Kremart Editions) gelies.

Als de Belgische voetballer Jean-Marc Bosman na afloop van zijn contract over wil stappen van FC Luik naar het bescheiden Dunkerque (Duinkerken), vraagt zijn oude club daar een transfersom voor. Gebruikelijk in die tijd, maar Bosman protesteert. Na ruim vijf jaar, op 1995, stelt de rechter hem in het gelijk. Hij heeft er zelf niet veel meer aan, maar de uitspraak zal het voetbal voorgoed veranderen. In de podcast verwijzen Jean-Paul en Hugo naar: Uitleg van de zaak: https://sporza.be/nl/2020/12/09/arrest-jean-marc-bosman-uitleg/ 1997: Oranje-internationals zetten Jean-Marc Bosman in het zonnetje: https://nos.nl/video/2360742-1997-oranje-internationals-zetten-jean-marc-bosman-in-het-zonnetjeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Ecoutez Christophe Hondelatte dévoiler la personnalité de JEAN-PAUL VIDAL, un brave père de famille qui vivait en ARIEGE. En 2018, JEAN-PAUL VIDAL se lance dans un guet-apens mortel… Il tue de plusieurs coups de barre de fer CHRISTOPHE ORSAZ, l'ex de sa compagne et pour ne laisser aucun témoin de son crime, il abat au fusil de chasse, sa fille de 18 ans. Aux gendarmes, JEAN-PAUL VIDAL explique qu'il a agi sous l'influence de sa compagne : MARIE JOSEE MONTESSINOS…Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

L'Angelines no ha aconseguit entrades per a la Rosalia. Hi ha molta grip: l'Avi té por, en Jean Paul demana disculpes, en Conrad Consum no pot més i en Juli Pijuli té la solució. Otis Sardoya estrena una nova cançó: Dona engripada.

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Het EK '88 is iedere Nederlander bekend. We werden Europees kampioen onder Rinus Michels met spelers als Gerald Vanenburg, Ruud Gullit en Marco van Basten. Maar het had weinig gespeeld of we waren er niet bij geweest. Stel je kan je plaatsen voor het EK en je neemt het in de beslissende wedstrijd op tegen voetbaldwerg Cyprus, dan wil je eruit gaan met een knal. Maar de knal die men zag op het veld was zeker niet de knal die men gehoopt had. Een klein tennisballetje, gevuld met zwaar vuurwerk, zorgde er bijna voor dat we in de zomer van ‘88 niks om voor te juichen hadden. Nederland won met 8-0, maar de wedstrijd was bijna reglementair verloren gegaan. En de dader? Die zette vooral het Brabantse Oss voor altijd op de kaart. In negatieve zin. En de gemeente deed er alles aan om dat recht te zetten...In de podcast verwijzen Bart en Jean-Paul naar:De Andere Tijden Sport-aflevering over dit verhaal: https://nos.nl/video/2200149-andere-tijden-sport-de-bom-die-oranje-bijna-het-ek-1988-kostteSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

durée : 00:12:51 - Le monde d'Elodie - par : Elodie SUIGO - Tous les jours, une personnalité s'invite dans le monde d'Élodie Suigo. Vendredi 28 novembre 2025, l'acteur et réalisateur Jean-Paul Rouve. Il joue dans la pièce "Le Bourgeois gentilhomme", au Théatre Antoine, jusqu'au 10 janvier 2026. Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

Káka, Ronaldinho, Gattuso, Inzaghi, Shevchenko, Clarence Seedorf en Paolo Maldini. Zomaar wat namen die in 2008 opeens op het veld stonden in het Abe Lenstra stadion. Heerenveen kwam dat jaar uit in de UEFA Cup en kon opmaken voor een paar heerlijke affiches. Van Portsmouth uit tot Braga thuis, naar Wolfsburg en als kers op de taart, AC Milan thuis. De Champions League winnaar van 2007 had in de competitie een minder jaar seizoen gedraaid en mocht het nu een Europees treetje lager gaan proberen. Zo kwamen de spelers waar ieder Fries kind op de playstation mee speelde ineens heel dichtbij. In de podcast verwijzen Bart en Jean-Paul naar: De samenvatting van de wedstrijd: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NCHMXrs3RhQ Het ontvangst op Groningen Airport Eelde: https://youtu.be/-d2_RxcAquQ?si=Q-T5W4pIe8hGgaUb De FOX Sports DOC over deze wedstrijd: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A_SVIEBUTzkSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

De NEC bestaat deze periode 125 jaar en daarin kende de club hoogte en dieptepunten. Een van die hoogtepunten vond plaats in 2008. N.E.C. overwinterde in Europa. NEC won nipt van Dinamo Boekarest in de voorronde en ging door naar de groepsfase van de UEFA Cup. Daar trof het het Dinamo Zagreb van Mario Mandzukic, het Tottenham Hotspur van Gareth Bale, het Spartak Moskou van Stipe Pletikosa en het Udinese van Antonio Di Natale. N.E.C. leek kansloos. Tegen het al geplaatste Udinese speelde N.E.C. op een koude donderdagavond de laatste wedstrijd van de groepsfase. Als het Tottenham lukt Spartak van een zege te houden in Londen, kan N.E.C. door als ze winnen van Udinese. Maarja, winnen van Udinese..doe dat maar even. De hoop vervliegt al snel als Spartak 0-2 voor komt op White Hart Lane. En ineens veert het stadion op. Binnen no-time is Tottenham op 2-2 gekomen, het kan nog. Terwijl in het stadion de bel klinkt die aangeeft dat er nieuwe tussenstanden te zien zijn op het grote scherm, en iedereen daar dus heen kijkt, besluit Collins John uit te halen. Zijn schot rolt langzaam het doel van de italianen in en De Goffert ontploft. Spelers en fans weten van gekheid niet wat ze moeten doen. Ook de commentator van dienst heeft de goal niet gezien.N.E.C. gaat overwinteren in Europa.In de podcast verwijzen Mart en Jean-Paul naar: De wedstrijd in Moskou: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4KRFEYg1lV4 De reportage van N.E.C. in Moskou: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4GQ_fSHdxpA&t=125s De wedstrijd tegen Udinese: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R-VvVovH24c&t= Mit Daan neur der Reeperbaan: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e9EEaaoxVtUSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this episode of ITE Talks Transportation, Jean-Paul Brissett, CEO of Quality Counts, discusses how data and artificial intelligence are reshaping transportation decision-making. Brissett examines how new technologies are enhancing access to and interpretation of data while raising critical questions about privacy and ethics. He also reflects on the evolving role of human judgment in an increasingly automated industry and the leadership skills needed to navigate that change. The conversation offers an insightful look at how innovation, data, and people intersect to drive the future of mobility.

Voetbaltrainer Leo Beenhakker, ook bekend onder zijn bijnaam Don Leo, had internationale faam en trainde bij topclubs als Ajax, Real Madrid, Oranje, Feyenoord. De geboren Rotterdammer zag in 1997 zijn jongensdroom uitkomen: dan tekent Beenhakker als hoofdtrainer van Feyenoord. Verder was zijn sportcarrière er eentje van vallen en opstaan. Van hem zijn de gevleugelde uitspraken: ‘Daar gaan we weer. Ik word hier zo moe van' en ‘Haben sie eine stunde' en hij muntte de term ‘patatgeneratie'. Presentator Nathan de Vries praat met zijn zoon Erwin Beenhakker, ex-voorzitter van Feyenoord Jorien van den Herik, oud-Feyenoord speler en assistent van Beenhakker Mario Been, sportjournalist Michel van Egmond en Feyenoord-speler Jean Paul van Gastel.

Join host Justin Forman in Nairobi, Kenya, as he sits down with Jean-Paul Nageri, co-founder of KaFresh, for an extraordinary conversation about finding divine solutions hidden in plain sight. When Jean-Paul watched his father's banana harvest spoil while waiting for traders, he didn't just see a problem—he saw a calling. What followed was a journey of "God Engineering" that led to a breakthrough preserving produce 10x longer using only natural plant oils.This episode explores how entrepreneurs can look to creation itself for answers to massive problems, why cold storage isn't always the answer for Africa, and how one biotech solution is transforming food security for millions. From Genesis 1:29 inspiration to cutting-edge agricultural innovation, this conversation reveals how faith, science, and entrepreneurship combine to solve real-world challenges.Key Topics:How watching his father lose 50% of harvests to spoilage launched an entrepreneurial journeyThe "God Engineering" discovery: unlocking preservation secrets from orange peelsWhy expensive Western solutions (cold storage) don't work for African farmersKaFresh breakthrough: Extending tomato shelf life from 1 week to 3+ months at room temperatureThe $1 trillion problem: Sub-Saharan Africa loses 37% of food production to post-harvest spoilageFrom synthetic chemicals to natural plant oils: reversing the globalization of food preservationHow monks in 1800s monasteries pioneered natural food coating techniquesBuilding an agricultural biotech platform: From preservation to accelerated seed germinationMaking insects "invisible" to produce instead of killing them with pesticidesUganda's 2 million smallholder farmers and the mindset shift that changes everythingNotable Quotes:"I like to use the term God Engineering. He literally leaves clues, but you have to have that discernment to be able to see the clues." - Jean-Paul Nageri"Why me, why me, why not some other big company? But that's God's plan. He normally takes the underdogs." - Jean-Paul Nageri"Anything that is good for you should be easy to pronounce." - Jean-Paul Nageri

In this conversation, Jean-Paul recounts a harrowing experience of a break-in where thieves attempted to steal hunting gear from his truck. He reflects on the instinctive reaction to confront the thieves and the subsequent challenges faced due to the broken window in cold weather. The discussion highlights themes of personal safety, the emotional impact of theft, and the practical considerations following such incidents. Jean-Paul's Links Youtube  Website IG chefjean_paul TT chefjean_paul ⁠@HuntingStoriesPodcast⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Want to be a guest?⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Hunting Stories Website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Sponsors: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Vortex Optics⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Ignite Marketing Group Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

durée : 00:39:03 - Les Nuits de France Culture - par : Philippe Garbit - (1ère diffusion : 30/11/1946 Chaîne Parisienne) Par Radio Diffusion Française - Avec Jean-Paul Sartre - réalisation : Virginie Mourthé

Gebackene Nonnenfürzchen oder lieber Prophetenkuchen? Was darf's sein zum Frühstück? Heute wird es lukullisch-kulinarisch mit Jean Paul. Franzobel hat dem Dichterkollegen diese Woche anlässlich seines 200. Todestages die „Gedanken für den Tag“ gewidmet. Gestaltung: Alexandra Mantler – Eine Eigenproduktion des ORF, gesendet in Ö1 am 15.11.2025

Jean Paul war ein Star aus Franken! Ein gefeierter Erfolgsautor zwischen Klassik und Romantik. Er schrieb mit Sprachgewalt und Tiefgang. Und seine Fans, die Jean-Paulianer, feiern ihn dafür auch noch im 21. Jahrhundert.

Heute jährt sich der Todestag von Jean Paul zum 200. Mal. Einst war er ein gefeierter Dichter, heute wird er kaum noch gelesen. Aber das spricht eher gegen uns als gegen ihn, meint sein Schriftstellerkollege Franzobel in den „Gedanken für den Tag“. Gestaltung: Alexandra Mantler – Eine Eigenproduktion des ORF, gesendet in Ö1 am 14.11.2025

Irrer Typ, dieser JEAN PAUL (1763-1825): Las wie ein Verrückter (alles), schrieb wie ein Besessener (55.000 Seiten), wurde geringgeschätzt (Schiller, Goethe) und hochverehrt (Celan, viele viele Leserinnen und Leser). Ein Sprachmagier war er, ein Sprachschöpfer und Sprachegroßrausbringer: Begriffe wie "Angsthase" und "Weltschmerz" kennen wir durch Jean Paul, sie sind sozusagen die Schaumkronen auf seinem wildbewegten Meer aus Sprache. Zum 200. Todestag dieses Schriftstellers am 14.11. ein Gespräch mit Barbara Hunfeld von der Forschungsstelle Jean Paul an der Universität Würzburg.

In deze aflevering van de FCA Daily bespreken Lars van Velsum, Jean-Paul Rison en Yordi Yamali het laatste voetbalnieuws! Met vandaag onder meer Simonis die zich uitspreekt na zijn ontslag bij Wolfsburg, de rol die Valente in Oranje kan gaan spelen, een groot gokschandaal in Turkije en de ontknoping van de WK-kwalificatie voor Curaçao en Suriname!(00:00) - Intro(01:08) - Schaduwspel(06:49) - Simonis spreekt(10:31) - Oranje blokje(25:46) - Turks voetbal gokschandaal(37:12) - Curaçao en Suriname(47:50) - Random blokjeIn de podcast verwijzen Lars, Jean-Paul en Yordi naar:De podcast Shaduwspel, die Yordi maakt: https://open.spotify.com/show/0UiaWG6ImVSdiBmctkq9Tw?si=cf738cf70c044201 RØDEBen je zelf op zoek naar de beste podcast apparatuur voor in de studio of onderweg? Check: https://rode.com/en-nlSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In den 70ern und 80ern haben sich noch Heerscharen an Literaturwissenschaftlerinnen und Ger¬manisten an ihm abgearbeitet: Jean Paul als Revolutionär, als Begründer der Postmoderne, als Deutschnationaler, als Biertrinker. Am kommenden Freitag jährt sich der Todestag von Jean Paul zum 200. Mal und es ist recht ruhig geworden um ihn. Franzobel widmet Jean Paul diese Woche jedenfalls seine „Gedanken für den Tag“. Gestaltung: Alexandra Mantler – Eine Eigenproduktion des ORF, gesendet in Ö1 am 12.11.2025

In deze aflevering van de FCA Daily bespreken Bart Obbink, Mart ten Have en Jean-Paul Rison het laatste voetbalnieuws! Met vandaag het contact tussen Ajax en Paul Simonis, de slangenkuil die rond club uit Amsterdam is ontstaan, het informeren van Ajax naar Marc Overmars, de persconferentie van Ronald Koeman bij Oranje en heel veel scorende Nederlanders in het buitenland!(00:00) Intro(01:10) Simonis ontslagen(04:05) Contact tussen Ajax en Simonis(07:30) Discussies in de media over Heitinga(18:12) Overmars niet Ajax(23:43) Emegha in Oranje!(31:05) Nederlandse doelpuntenmakers in het buitenland(40:25) HornbachIn de podcast verwijzen Bart, Mart en Jean-Paul naar:De Fozcast van Ben Foster met Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain: https://youtu.be/gv1_FFWl_IY?si=1NnYg_TraST7yi_HDe tentoonstelling van Co Rentmeester in foam: https://www.foam.org/nl/events/co-rentmeester Coach van het JaarInschrijven voor onze FC Afkicken subleague bij Coach van het Jaar?Dat kan via: https://www.coachvanhetjaar.nl/app/ RØDEBen je zelf op zoek naar de beste podcast apparatuur voor in de studio of onderweg? Check: https://rode.com/en-nl Football Manager 2026Wil jij net als Bart moneyball spelen met Brentford? Order dan hier Football Manager 2026: https://www.footballmanager.com/fm2See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Am kommenden Freitag jährt sich der Todestag von Jean Paul zum 200. Mal. Einst galt er als Lieblingsdichter der Deutschen, heute wird er kaum noch gelesen. Franzobel widmet Jean Paul diese Woche seine „Gedanken für den Tag“. Gestaltung: Alexandra Mantler – Eine Eigenproduktion des ORF, gesendet in Ö1 am 11.11.2025

In this episode of The Real Build, I sat down with our team videographer Jay Jean Paul to talk about the future vision of Reiman Media and our new studio in downtown Naples.Jay and I discussed the purpose behind the studio and how we plan to bring local businesses in to help tell their story. For years, The Real Build has been a platform to highlight incredible people and companies in the construction and real estate industry, and now we get to do it right here in Naples, Florida.This new space marks the next chapter for Reiman Media and The Real Build, giving us the opportunity to showcase the best local businesses, builders, and creators while continuing our mission to educate, inspire, and connect.

Er hat den Humor in die deutsche Literatur gebracht. Das sagt der Schriftsteller Franzobel über Jean Paul. Dessen zweihundertsten Todestag gilt es nämlich am kommenden Freitag zu begehen. Und Franzobel widmet Jean Paul diese Woche seine „Gedanken für den Tag“. Gestaltung: Alexandra Mantler – Eine Eigenproduktion des ORF, gesendet in Ö1 am 10.11.2025

Ils sont ce qu'on appelle des "slasheurs", ils cumulent un job passion et un job raison presque toujours aux antipodes l'un de l'autre. Jean-Philippe est chirurgien le matin, et plombier l'après-midi. Jean-Paul est quant à lui ingénieur dans l'aéronautique, mais il est aussi champion du monde de pole dance des hommes de plus de 50 ans. Intervient également : Marielle Barbe, autrice du livre "Profession slasheurs : cumuler les jobs, un métier d'avenir" paru aux éditions Marabout. Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

In this episode of ITE Talks Transportation, Jean-Paul Brissett, CEO of Quality Counts, discusses how data and artificial intelligence are reshaping transportation decision-making. Brissett examines how new technologies are enhancing access to and interpretation of data while raising critical questions about privacy and ethics. He also reflects on the evolving role of human judgment in an increasingly automated industry and the leadership skills needed to navigate that change. The conversation offers an insightful look at how innovation, data, and people intersect to drive the future of mobility.

LISTEN TO THE FULL SHOW ON REDMEN PLUS!In this clip from our brand new show xTransfers, Chris and Mizgan Masani look at Dayot Upamecano and why Liverpool are huge admirers of his for the future of centre-back at the club. In the full show they discuss the rest of LFC's rumoured centre-half targets such as Nico Schlotterbeck and Jean Paul van Hecke! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.