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Auch wenn wir es oft nicht wahrhaben wollen: Das, was unsere Vorfahren erlebt haben, lebt in uns weiter. Nicht nur ihre Kultur, ihre Stärken und ihre Werte, sondern auch ihre Verletzungen, ihr Schweigen und ihre Traumata. So haben Krieg, Nachkriegszeit und autoritäre Erziehung Spuren in den Familien hinterlassen, die sich bis heute in unserem Verhalten, in unseren Beziehungen und in unseren inneren Haltungen zeigen. In Koan 105 aus dem Shūmon Kattōshū heißt es dazu: »Wenn jemand ordiniert wird, werden neun Generationen der Vorfahren in himmlischen Reichen wiedergeboren. Warum fiel Maudgalyayanas Mutter dann in die Hölle?« In diesem Teisho spricht Christoph Rei Ho Hatlapa über die Chance, durch Meditations- und Achtsamkeitspraxis von generationsübergreifend weitergegebenen Traumata frei zu werden. Insbesondere während eines Sesshins bietet sich die Möglichkeit, alte Muster zu erkennen, Tabuzonen zu öffnen und so Heilung in unsere Beziehungen zu bringen. Um für junge Erwachsene den Aufenthalt im ToGenJi zu ermöglichen, bitten wir um eine Spende: Sie finden die Kontodaten/Paypal auf unserer Website https://choka-sangha.de/spenden/ Herzlichen Dank

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This week on Hey Amarillo, I sit down with Katt Massey—an Amarillo native whose journey has taken her from Dallas to Denver and right back home again. With a background in nonprofit and civic leadership and a memorable run for City Council, Katt has dedicated much of her career to serving this community, especially through the arts. In this conversation, we talk about what it means to show up for your city—even when things don't go as planned—and how she's continuing to support Amarillo through her current work in healthcare. Katt is energetic, funny, and refreshingly honest, with a heart that beats for this city and the people who make it home. Tune in to hear how her love for Amarillo has shaped her story—and how she hopes to inspire others to get involved, even (or especially) when it's not easy.

What happens when passion for ending myopia meets cutting-edge technology and science? In this special episode, the tables are turned as I step into the interview seat alongside Dr. Jackson Lau, Director of Professional Affairs at Euclid Vision Corporation, and Randy Kojima, a leader in R&D for Euclid, Visionary, KATT, and Medmont. Together, we explore the next generation of myopia management and get an inside look at Medmont's newest multi-function device — the Medmont Meridia Vantage.

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Diese Frage stellt Daitō in Koan 115 des Shūmon Kattōshū. Wertvolle Hinweise dazu finden sich im letzten Teil des umfangreichen Avatamsaka-Sūtras, in dem die Reise des jungen Pilgers Sudhana geschildert wird. Auf seiner Suche nach Erleuchtung begegnen ihm spirituelle Lehrer, die unterschiedliche Aspekte der buddhistischen Weisheit und Praxis verkörpern. Am Ende seines Weges wird der Pilger mit einer Vision von Indras Netz konfrontiert. Diese veranschaulicht, dass das Eine und das Viele einander vollständig durchdringen, ohne dass dabei der Charakter der Einheit oder der Vielheit verloren geht. Das Avatamsaka-Sūtra möchte uns aus dem Irrtum unseres pluralistischen Bewusstseins herausführen, wir stünden als voneinander getrennte Einzelwesen dem Rest der Welt gegenüber. Denn es ist die Einsicht in die Ganzheit der gegenseitigen, harmonischen Durchdringung aller Erscheinungen, die den Menschen in die Welt der Erscheinungen hineinführt, in der er sich aufgrund der in Weisheit geschauten Einheit allen Wesen warmherzig und heilend zuwendet. In diesem Teisho macht Christoph Rei Ho Hatlapa uns darauf aufmerksam, dass der Zusammenschluss der gewöhnlichen Welt und der des Dharmadhātu in der Meditation geschieht. Die Silas unterstützen uns zusätzlich dabei, uns in Harmonie mit dem ganzen Universum zu verwirklichen. Denn durch ihre Praxis aktivieren wir das Buddha-Bewusstsein in uns und nutzen es zur Transformation und zum Erlangen eines gütigen, freundlichen Universums, in dem universelle Liebe für alle da ist und es keinen Grund gibt, irgendjemanden auszuschließen. Anmerkung: Die Aufzeichnung des Vortrags endet mit dem Beginn der nachfolgenden Zufluchtnahme. Um für junge Erwachsene den Aufenthalt im ToGenJi zu ermöglichen, bitten wir um eine Spende: Sie finden die Kontodaten/Paypal auf unserer Website https://choka-sangha.de/spenden/ Herzlichen Dank

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Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 19 It Doesn t Matter, and I Don t Understand. In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Being dead is wonderful; you never get tired and you have all the time in the world to regret how you ended up this way      "You are so good to me, Zane, and I appreciate it," Barbie Lynn murmured. "You never give me less than 100% and I've never felt like you take me for granted." "It is you and only you, Sarah, Cindy, Eve, umm, help me out here," I grinned. Barbie Lynn lilted in the voice of an angel while she pressed off the glass with her upper body and leveraged down onto my cock. I shifted one hand off an ass cheek to move it to the back of her neck and pull her face in and up to mine. She also constricted her anal muscles around my shaft, concentrating on my cockhead. "Does this make my body more familiar to you?" she panted, our lips only inches away. "Not as much as these eyes, these eyes of my own beautiful seraph," I whispered. Barbie Lynn completed the kiss. Her hips rotated up slightly and mine shifted lower and under so that my penetration reached deep inside. For thirty seconds we kept the tender kiss going before she had to break free. "Oh, Jesus, Zane, this feels so good, I can't, oh, Lord Jesus," she gasped out as I shifted out, then back in rhythmically. "More time, I want more time with you, Zane," Barbie Lynn panted with a heavy breath. "We have tests this afternoon and Vivian is waiting," I shook my head in disappointment. Fierce passion engulfed both of us. Clearly, I got my money's worth from the contractor who had installed the shower because the glass wall didn't give way despite our enthusiasm. "Lord Jesus loves, ," Barbie Lynn screamed across campus. Her arms locked my head and shoulders in place, her face grinding into my chest. Her torso desperately tried to impale her hole deeper onto my rod. Her scream degenerated to an uncontrolled growling against me while I kept her back to the glass and up against my body. "Zane, I know I've been really needy today but you've been so kind and understanding, and I appreciate you putting up with me the kind way you have," Barbie Lynn snuggled into me. "You are the best." That's what I wanted to talk to Barbie Lynn about, taking me for granted and using me like a sex toy. Boy, I just saved myself from acting like a total ass! "Babe, you are better than I deserve." I kissed her neck as I lowered her legs down to the tiled floor. "If I ever take you for granted, promise me you'll kiss me, rub your body against me front and back, and then walk away. I guarantee you I'll fall on my knees and beg for forgiveness." "I like it when you beg," she said with a glimmer in her eye. "Why am I being nice to you again?" I teased. Barbie Lynn simply let her eyes go wide and innocent with a cute little smile on her face. "Oh, yeah," I whistled, "you give me hope, happiness, and warmth in good times and bad." "My body has nothing to do with it?" she questioned in a coquettish fashion. "It's passable," I shrugged as I cut the water off, "but I hope you will fill out one day, you know, quit the training bra and become a little more womanly." Mind you, Barbie Lynn hadn't seen a training bra in ten years. Hourglasses went to Barbie for lessons on how they should be shaped and her ass was the perfect balance between fantasy cheerleader and soccer girl. "Thank you for spending time with someone as poorly endowed as me," she purred. "I admit that I'm holding out for Doctor Burns. He's got it going on," I struggled to say convincingly. Barbie Lynn fought valiantly to hold back her reaction to the thought of seeing our over-70-year-old male Biology teacher in any sexual manner. "Burns without his clothes on is an image I could have forever gone without," she shuddered. "Gosh, I value you more than my own personal desires so I guess I'm stuck with you, Barbie Lynn," I sighed playfully. "Would you two get out of the shower!" barked Vivian. She was sitting in a chair in the main room. We stepped out of the shower, grabbed the waiting towels, and began drying each other off. Vivian surprised me by keeping a somewhat detached eye on the two of us. Maybe she wanted to make sure Barbie Lynn and I didn't turn drying into fondling, thus ending up with us rolling on the tiled floor. The floor would be uncomfortable but having hot, sweaty Barbie Lynn flesh pressing into me, I put this on my 'to do' list. We quickly got dressed and moved to where Vivian was standing and waiting. It wasn't until we were making our way to the elevator that Vivian spoke. "Barbie Lynn, would you take the elevator? Zane and I need to take the stairs," she said. "Sure thing, Vivian," Barbie Lynn smiled. She stepped up to me and kissed me on the lips. "I'll see ya Sunday night, slugger." "I kinda, sorta have a standing date with Heaven," I cautioned her, "so if you come by, be careful." I didn't miss Vivian rolling her eyes in exasperation. The elevator came and took Barbie Lynn away. I waved Vivian to the stairwell, held the door for her, and together we went down. "What are we going to do?" I broke the insufferable silence. "What do you mean?" Vivian evaded. "Damn it!" I snapped. Since I stopped moving, Vivian decided to stop too. "Yes?" she looked to me with what I was learning to read was a disarming friendliness. "I want to make you happy but I don't want to change, Vivian," I grumbled. "So, what are we going to do?" "How much of your time and energy are you willing to devote to Christ?" she countered. I had to think that over. Monday was no good; it was Recovery night. Tuesday was 'make it up to the girls' night. Wednesday was Specialty Night, Thursday, that was no good; it was Orgy Night. Friday was first date night, Saturday was SYFY/Party night and Sunday was second-date night. "I am on a committee at Church on Wednesday nights and I go to both Sunday school and Church service on Sundays," I offered. "Isn't that enough religious stuff?" "Zane, do you have sex at Church?" Vivian pierced me with her eyes. I was so boned because while I was preparing some sort of verbal obfuscation, Vivian sighed and looked down at the stairs. "Why do I even bother?" she moaned with despair. She looked up at me, clearly in pain, "It is a Church, Zane. Doesn't that mean anything to you? Because it definitely means something to me." "Vivian, it is a building, made of stained glass, brick, stone, and lumber," I responded heatedly, "and I don't need any of those to be in God's presence." "It was sex in a church," Vivian nearly screamed. "Come on, now, do you respect anything at all?" "You are right, I don't respect a building simply because someone declares it to be holy. I don't recall my vote being consulted. I don't respect people who bully with scripture but won't study the original Greek and Latin texts it was written in to learn what was really said. I don't respect anyone who refuses to think for themselves and listens to some two-bit liar like Pastor William." "He is your pastor," Vivian growled back. "He deserves, " "Nothing," I snapped. "He's an adulterer, and I've seen it with my own two eyes so don't you dare lecture me on him. If you defend him, it is only because you don't know shit about him." Vivian glared at me but I could see she was trying to see if I was making stuff up. "I respect you, Vivian, and that's no lie," I continued. "Since our fight I haven't a clue what to do with you but I have respected you. You believe in give and take; you believe in consequences and redemption. The only other person I've met like you is Iona. I trust Iona with more than my life; I trust her with Rio's." "Right now you are pissing the hell out of me, but that doesn't change the fact that I trust you and respect you," I added. "I don't need someone with spiritual authority to tell me what to do; my heart does that for me." "Zane, it is the constant sex," Vivian groaned. "I thought I could take it but it never seems to slow down with you." I had to think that over. "Vivian, you can't confuse love and sex," I insisted. "You are in love with your boyfriend and you two have been through some rough patches and survived. Sex without passion is masturbation, Vivian. If you are ever tempted, fall back on your love for that man because when you love something, there is nothing you will let stand in your way." I could see the turn in the argument defused some of Vivian's wrath and sent her mind down different pathways. "Okay, then why is it okay for you to have sex without love?" Vivian said as we resumed our progress downstairs. "I love in different ways, Vivian. I love Iona and Rio as best friends, there is nothing I wouldn't do for them. I love Heaven and Paige because they do for me things that make me want to do for them right back. I love Brandi and Opal because they are fun and they give me the space to be me. I love Barbie Lynn, well, just because it feels natural and right. Christina, Christina, I will always love without cause or reason. I love her," I related. "If Christina asked you to stop seeing all those other women, would you?" Vivian asked with a glimmer of hope. "I don't know. Our pseudo-agreement lets me have my college years to go wild before I give it all up to be a good husband and father," I replied. "Are you thinking of going to Christina and asking for her help with me?" "Yes. Yes, I am," Vivian told me. "The only problem with that plan is that it requires Christina to declare her feelings toward me and make a commitment about what she wants to do with me," I pointed out. "Good luck with that." We hit the bottom of the stairs at a run and raced through the halls and doors on our way to the Dining Hall. We found Christina and company waiting outside for us when we got there. Christian handed a thick envelope over, my bribe to Deacon of the Warlord's motorcycle gang. "Heaven, date night Sunday? I've found a theater playing Hugo," I asked my fox-faced girl. "What? You think you can ask me out on Friday for a date on Sunday? What kind of girl do you think I am?" she growled. "Heaven, you weren't here for most of the week, and you have to admit the world had gone crazy. Come on, Babe," I pleaded. "I'll have to think about it," Heaven grumbled. Behind her back all her other friends were stifling their grins. All those grins fell behind impassive masks when Heaven turned around facing them and stomped back and forth. "What's the problem, Heaven?" Hope asked. "Barbie Lynn comes skipping across the yard from her dorm with a smile that outshines the Sun, Heaven began. "She said she's been doing intensive physical therapy," Christina interrupted. Yay! I've graduated to being considered exercise equipment. "Harrumph," Heaven grunted. "How come his hair is wet? Besides, he's taking another girl home for the weekend." "It's Iona," Chastity explained. "Think about how wound up he's going to be by Sunday evening, because you know he's not going to do anything Iona's uncomfortable with." "Yes," added Faith, "he'll be ready to knock 'em out of the ballpark after a whole weekend of physical denial. Maybe you shouldn't go out with him; he's probably going to be pretty fierce." Heaven glared at all her friends before turning on me. "Fine, I'll go out with you, but if I can still walk by curfew, you had better know I'm going to make next week hell for you. Are we clear?" Heaven threatened. "Is that all Zane is to you, a sexual release valve?" Vivian gasped before I could answer Heaven. "You are making light of a serious moral struggle for him." "Vivian, Zane was the first man to tell me he loved me and I've believed," Christina said. "He saved me from a fight and academic troubles by putting his body on the line," Chastity added. "Me too," continued Hope. "He pretty much saved my life," Faith chimed in, which oddly twisted back to ruining her life with Christina and company when I exposed her as the Chancellor's spy. Maybe the girls had made up somehow. "He's put up with more of my crap than I care to get into. He loves me for who I am, and he's my lover and boyfriend," Heaven clarified. "If you spent one night with Zane making love, you would know I'm more of an addict than anything else. It is just that I get, grumpy when he's not around every minute of every day." Everyone's eyes sort of gravitated toward me. "You are all great women but I have to go to class," I grinned, then took off. Vivian raced to catch up with me. "Do you have commitment issues?" she panted beside me. "No. I was getting hard. All that feminine compassion directed my way was getting me sexually aroused and they were all staring at my crotch," I explained. "I figured running away was the best resolution for what was coming down the pipeline." "Have you ever considered chemical castration?" Vivian asked. WHAT? The last quarter of the school day went rather well, considering I had to juggle balls once between classs. (Apparently I resemble a dancing bear or something.) My second chore required me to bounce a soccer ball on my knees for a trip to the soccer field. Considering some of the crap I've had to do here, I almost volunteered to do it walking backwards. Karate started out so surprisingly normal (not my normal, but normal-normal), I should have known better. We had barely finished warming up and stretching when Gabrielle Black walked into the room. She stood against the far wall poised for our dispersal into teams. When first team knelt and waited for Coach Gorman's instructions for today, Gabrielle made her approach. "Coach Gorman, we seem to have had some difficulty connecting so I decided this would be the best place to meet," Gabrielle said in a deceptively upbeat manner. "I'm teaching a class," Gorman replied deadpan. "I teach several classes. I guess that makes me a teacher. In fact, I'm teaching right now, get lost." "I'd rather not." Gabrielle gave her deadliest smile. "Care to make me?" They really need to start psychological testing of the staff at FFU, or at least stop giving them daily doses of testosterone. "Since reason and rationality have clearly avoided you like the plague," Gorman growled, "why don't you tell me what you have in mind?" "A little sparing match," Gabrielle suggested. "So you really need to see if you can kick my ass, or is it just that you have to be Alpha bitch?" Gorman countered. Several of the more religious-minded students gasped, but they didn't realize this wasn't a game. Someone needed to do something, and of course it had to be me. I didn't very well have the time to overdose Rio with caffeine and throw her at Gabrielle. Besides, I am sure that's a war crime. "Me first!" I declared as I broke free of my second-team circle and walked toward the two adults. This was the point where I expected one or both of the women to tell me to ass out, mind my own business, I'm stupid, or something. Gabrielle stepped back and stripped off her jacket and slipped off each boot. I figured that since I was about to die, I'd best get rid of my gi; that way they'd have something to drape over my lifeless eyes. "Zane, what are you doing?" Cappadocia belatedly hissed at me. "Eh, you know, sometimes a woman has to be put in her place," I joked. It wasn't like Gabrielle was going to take it easy on me in the first place. Several girls laughed at what they were sure was levity on my part. You see, I was about to become a legend. Unfortunately, it was the legend of Don Quixote, damn fucking windmills dressed in tight black form-fitting outfits. To the credit of my limited intellect, I approached this fight with a totally different philosophy than any I'd faced before. I discarded every tenet of Thai kick-boxing (except the one that says never do anything that will make the lady-boys mock you). I went completely defensive, abandoning any hope of striking Gabrielle. I figured if such an opportunity presented itself, it would only be a trap. It took Gabrielle about two seconds to unravel my master plan, then she was on me like a fart in an airplane bathroom, choking the life out of you with nowhere to run. Because I am such a badass, it took Gabrielle eight more seconds to land a telling blow. I staggered back but instead of coming at me, she shifted to my side. Since I had my arms up to defend my head, she was slipping out of my field of vision. There was an added bonus; I discovered I couldn't hear her move over the mats. I somersaulted in the other direction which bought me a few more seconds, but I never regained my feet. Once more she opted to shift to my flank than come head-on. A man on his knees cannot out-turn a woman on her feet. I caught her knee in my shoulder, propelling me face-first into the mat. I tried to turn with the blow so I could keep eyes on her. Gabrielle slammed into my shoulder blade and I slapped the mat hard. I pressed up with my arms but Gabrielle was on my back so fast I might as well have been standing still. For a second our legs struggled as she tried to put me into a leg lock. Then her body rolled over on me and drove three fingers into my spine right above the coccyx. Blinding pain exploded over my body and I screamed. I wasn't paralyzed but I didn't need to be; I was in too much God-damn pain. Gabrielle's body was tight against my back. One hand cupped my chin and the other was placed on the back of my skull. She gave my head a quarter-twist. "You are dead," she whispered. Technically, she would have merely snapped my spine at the base of my skull. My cells would have struggled on for a few more minutes but that hardly seemed to be the point. Gabrielle stood up within inches of me and gave me an emotionless, pitiless stare. "Did you get what you wanted?" she asked softly. "We'll see," I grunted, then rolled onto my back. "Did you put me in my place?" she queried next. I had to chuckle, then I had to choke back on the pain. "Oh, yeah, we are perfectly placed." Seeing her brows crowd together in displeasure, I added with a pained gasp, "You've clearly never stood on a mirror and looked up at your cleavage the way I am now." Gabrielle reached down and touched my wrist before letting her fingers work up to my elbow. She pulled me up quite rapidly and gave me a soulless, piercing gaze. "You are insane," Gabrielle noted. That wasn't said as a joke or a condemnation. She said it as if she was recognizing a kindred spirit. When you are ten years old, being best friends with an assassin sounds pretty cool. Most of us grow out of that. After all, being buddies with a person who has a casual disregard for human life might come back to haunt you if they ever decide you are an encumbrance they can do without. "When I beat you, can I draw a smiley face on your forehead?" I blurted out. Why did I say those things? Maybe it was a brain tumor, or maybe Gabrielle was right and I am insane. Maybe my buddy Don Quixote was telling me the windmill is still standing. "What do I get when I beat you, again?" she inquired. "I've developed an inside track on some authentic saltwater taffy," I shrugged. Gabrielle didn't seem very impressed. "I could feel honor-bound to jump on the next grenade thrown your way?" "I'll think of something when the time comes," Gabrielle informed me. Turning to Gorman, she said, "Are you ready?" "I'd like a, Wilhelmina started to say as she stood. Dana put a hand on Willy's shoulder and shook her head. "I've got this," Coach said. She stood up and discarded her gi, depending on your point of view, she was fortunately/unfortunately wearing a white sports bra. Wait! Am I in chest-to-chest proximity with Gabrielle while scoping out Dana? Was I dropped on my head repeatedly as a child? Maybe I should hunt down my former nanny and ask her. "Let's make Zane's idiocy, Dana continued telling Captain Willy, ", worth more than the beating he took." Gorman stripped off her pants, revealing white biker shorts. It was very cinematic; Gorman in white and Black in black. Sadly, I believed White needed some serious Divine intervention to win this showdown. "Zane," Gabrielle requested my attention with that deathly quiet voice of hers. I must have looked pretty scared because she almost smiled at me. "You can let go of my hand now." Jumping back felt like a surefire way to test her killer instinct so I let go of her hand and backed away slowly and carefully. Only after I gave us some space did I contemplate the trust she'd put in me, allowing anyone to be that close outside of combat. I was walking past Dana when she grabbed my shoulder, stopping my progress. She pointed me to the spot on the floor she had just vacated. Wow, I had my ass kicked and still made First Team. I moved over to my new place in the hierarchy and thanked Dana in the only way I knew how. "Does this mean you are going to sit on my lap when you get back?" I said with a voice as sincere as I was serious. "Zane," Coach Gorman said over her shoulder. She was keeping her eyes on Gabrielle, "when I get back, I am giving grave consideration to having a general melee, and I'm placing a bounty on your head if we do. You will have all weekend to recover." A general melee sounded a whole lot like a 'beat up the new guy' kind of thing, and I had planned on devoting my weekend to Iona. Further banter was ended by Black and Gorman facing off. Willie gave the 'Go' and things went John Wu-crazy. My bright shining moment was delivered right off the bat. Gorman went fullout, denying Gabrielle the ability to control the maneuvering in the fight the way she'd controlled me. My beating hadn't been in vain; Gabrielle undoubtedly knew Gorman's fighting style but Dana knew nothing of hers. My body had bought Dana what little insight Gabrielle had been willing to give up. After all, Gabrielle knew my game from the moment I'd thrown out my challenge. Still, she had to beat me up to get at Dana. I could take on most members of the first team and, as Dana constantly reminds the world, I can take a beating, which meant I was the body for the job. I've fought Gorman on several occasions and she's damn impressive. Gabrielle was doing crap I'd never seen before and I wasn't even sure was humanly possible. I swear, if she'd turned into a Terminator, I couldn't have been more surprised. Dana's fighting prowess only went up in my estimation because she wasn't impaled on Gabrielle's fist in the first thirty seconds. It wasn't a misstep that screwed up Dana's game plan; her mistake was predictability. One second she was pushing Gabrielle back and the next she was on the floor, struggling to keep Gabrielle from establishing a chokehold. For a second I contemplated grabbing up Cappy and Willy, then rushing Gabrielle. After all, it would have been a shame for Dana to die alone. It would also seriously curtail my desire for an open-casket funeral but hey, Dana is almost a friend. Dana wasn't finished yet. Unknown to me, she has the ability to dislocate and relocate her shoulder. No one in the class wanted to consider how painful that had to be. The loud popping noise was enough to make us decide to miss dinner. Dana got an elbow and fist in before they separated. They went at it again, but this time, it was harder on Dana. I could feel that her confidence was shaken now that she had a clearer measure of Gabrielle's strengths and weaknesses. Gabrielle remained a steadfast cypher. If Dana was turning out to be a tougher opponent to crack than she'd expected, Gabrielle wasn't showing it. What she was doing was exhibiting the iron stamina of a triathlete. Dana wasn't fighting for air but I didn't see Gabrielle even breaking a sweat yet. Had I been Dana, this would have been the time I started crying out to a vengeful God for forgiveness. Dana didn't do that. Instead, digging down to her dogged determination and fighting on, her game, her gamble, was for Gabrielle to screw up somehow and take advantage of it. She had to hope that something came up before her endurance failed. And in the fourth minute of the fight, it happened. Of course it was a trap. I couldn't blame Dana for risking it because fighting hard, non-stop, for over four minutes is its own form of torture. Gabrielle caught Dana's leg, swept the other one out from under our Coach, then finished up with driving an elbow into her hip as they hit the mat. There is fast, unbelievably fast, a weasel on speed, and then Gabrielle, and if you gave a weasel enough speed to keep up with Gabby, the weasel would explode first. Dana is fast, but I'm faster and I know I didn't have a prayer of blocking Gabrielle at this point in their fight. The blow to Gorman's hip seemed to have temporarily paralyzed that leg. Without the leg, her torso below the ribcage was fatally exposed. Getting repeatedly punched in the stomach sucked. Sadly, Dana thought the same thing and totally missed Gabrielle flipping her over onto her stomach. Gabrielle came down with a palm to the center of Dana's spine. It had to hurt, but I had little doubt that if Gabby had used her fist, the spine would have been broken. "We are done here," Gabrielle announced calmly as she rose to her feet. No one said a word until Dana stirred on the ground. With varying degrees of speed, the first team swarmed over Dana. I alone approached Gabrielle. After she finished dressing and stood, she acknowledged my presence. "Did you learn what you wanted to know?" I asked. "Yes," she stated, once more into her emotionless mode. "Then you asked the wrong question." I drilled her with a combination of bravery and anger. Gabrielle walked away without acknowledging my statement. She got to the door and stopped before exiting through the door. "What do you think I should have asked?" she said with a vapor of condescension. "You should have asked us if we can help," I told her. Maybe I'm na ve, but I'm sure she's facing her past alone. Purity is a paradox; we are awed by it yet we are repulsed by it as well. Vivian was terribly subdued as she walked me back to the dorm. It was the two of us because my Handmaiden mistress was Erica, a second-team Karate classmate. She'd given me a rain check due to the trauma we had all just been through during class. "You can use my room this weekend if you like," I broached the silence. "I'll ask Rio and Mercy to be somewhere else and Barbie Lynn can stay with you." "I don't want to sleep with Barbie Lynn, Zane," Vivian replied. "I want to sleep in my own bed." "That's bull- , I decided saying "shit", while a minor infraction, wouldn't do my argument any good. "You know Barbie Lynn to be kind-hearted and decent. She's not going to molest you. You two will be totally platonic." "I don't know what to think," she replied. "I never thought Barbie Lynn would be the one to have sex outside of marriage." "I knew she was flirty but that was it," she continued. "Now, now she's moved into your room and is having sex with you as if you were a married couple." She sighed. "Fine, not like a 'normal' married couple so we don't need to go there." Ah, no mention of anal sex I see. "Vivian, I don't like to talk about my relationships with other women but I think Barbie Lynn would understand," I tried to explain. "There was no seduction between us, we collided. I showed up at FFU pretty depressed. I'd spent a long month with my Aunt trying to adjust to America and a place and lifestyle I didn't know." "My Aunt and I fought a lot and that Sunday Pastor Bill and his buddies tried to shake me down for my inheritance. I had the feeling that is why they wanted Aunt Jill in their church, and after all the crap Jill had been through, I felt that sucked," I said. "I'm in my room, sad and pissed off, then Barbie Lynn Masters comes soaring into my life." "She thought I was 'Glenda's' brother, I told her my name was Zane, and next thing I knew we were all over one another. She gave me a blowjob and I gave her multiple orgasms and we parted ways. She thought she might see me once a month and I had no idea this was a girl's college. You are aware of the humiliation that followed," I concluded. "Zane, that explains nothing," Vivian observed. "Okay, I could have been clearer," I admitted. "What I was trying to say is that Barbie Lynn didn't change. I allowed her to do what she wanted to do with a guy all along. She is still the same woman who goes after life full of enthusiasm, who likes to work with kids, teaching Sunday school and going to church." "And you want me to sleep with her when I've avoided the pleasure for the past three years?" Vivian refused to give in. "I'd want you to sleep with Iona if she wasn't already heading out with me. I have a few others I could ask but that would be awkward. I like Opal and Brandi but I also know they'd hit on you if given half a chance," I outlined. "I can sleep alone, Zane," Vivian stated. "I know that, but do you want to?" I asked. Vivian didn't immediately reply. "You climbed into bed with me and some of the ladies, Vivian. There is a certain quality provided by a sleeping companion that you enjoy. You wanted it enough to put some faith in me and Barbie Lynn last night," I added. "Zane, why are you making a big deal about this?" Vivian inquired. "Your happiness matters to me," I answered. Vivian and I walked into the dorm and into the elevator before she spoke. "Coach Gorman warned me about this," Vivian groaned. "Do you realize how much easier my life would be if you grabbed my breast or something like that?" "Is that an invitation?" I perked up. "No," she stated decisively. Her glare emphasized the point. "I mean my job keeping the Devil in line would be easier if he wasn't constantly giving me my favorite cupcakes." "What's your favorite cupcake?" I grinned. "Behave yourself," she sighed, somewhat amused and somewhat exasperated. "Yes, ma'am," I nodded. "That's a good boy," Vivian acknowledged. "When I'm a good boy Heaven gives me a ginger cookie," I prodded. "We are Not going to go there," Vivian declared authoritatively, and that was that. I thought I would have to stop by and pick up Iona Beckett on my way out. I was obviously forgetting I was dealing with the most organized person I'd ever met. I know Iona looks after all her own affairs and most of mine, plus I suspect she keeps an eye out for Rio as well. She was waiting in the main area of my 'room' when Vivian and I arrived, her overnight bag beside her. I gave her a kiss and hurried to my room, where someone had already packed a weekend worth of stuff for me. I do not deserve one tenth of the affection aimed my way. Being hung by my toes from a ceiling fan is a small price to pay for what I receive. Still, I make a note to avoid girls with bizarre foot fetishes while in close proximity to ceiling fans, my life is pretty freaking weird enough already. I gathered my stuff, gathered up Iona, and made my good-byes. Brandi was kind enough to snuggle up to my back, reach around and pinch my nipples. It was playful, not painful, so I didn't mind too much. Besides, I had bigger fish to fry. When I told Rio that she'd need to share another bed with Mercy for the weekend she nodded. "No problem, Bro," Rio told me. She then stepped up under the guise of hugging me good-bye and tried to nut me. She's a dangerous friend to have but since I can count her public displays of affection for me on one hand, I was ready for her. "Damn it," Rio snarled, "you can't give my room to that Jesus-freak!" By 'my room' she really meant my (Zane's) room and 'Jesus-freak' was Vivian, who was eight feet away looking at her. "It isn't going to kill you two to behave for two days, Rio," I stated. Mercy, standing right behind Rio, remained unfortunately silent on the subject. "Rio, if you two would agree to abstain until I got back, I'd be willing to let you stay, but you are the King Kong of bedroom antics and Vivian needs the space," I explained. "Fine, we'll crash at Aunt Jill's," Rio smirked. "I'm sure she can't shut the door before I get a foot in. She's far too nice to break it or kick me out." Oh yeah, I cannot begin to describe what Jill's reaction to a Mercy-Rio lesbian love-fest at 2:00 in the morning would be like. It would probably involve paramedics and a defibrillator. "Okay," I shrugged. I fished out my keys and tossed them to Rio. "Sweet!" Rio trumpeted. "We'll meet you at the car." "We are not going," I corrected Rio. "Iona and I will stay here, camp out on a sleeper-sofa, and take in some Pay-per-View. Come by and pick us up for the party around nine tomorrow night." "Your loss, Princess," Rio mocked me and walked away. Mercy loyally padded along. "I'm sorry, Iona," I said to my petite friend. "I promise I'll make it up to you." "I'm not looking for any particular place but a particular man," she smiled serenely. "Sadly, I still have a piece of business to attend to and I see the person I need to see," I said as I spotted Valerie playing a competitive game of pool versus Raven of all people. When Valerie had taken her shot I stepped up to her side. "Can I catch a ride to the Dixie Roadhouse in the next few minutes?" I whispered. "Sure. Wait,  are you expecting me to hang around when you go inside?" Val smirked. "I've already gone a round with Gabrielle Black today so I don't feel I deserve a second ass-whooping. I'd appreciate you sticking around at least until the gunfire starts," I chuckled. "Fine, I'll stay, but you'll owe me one," Valerie smiled. "By the way, how tough is Gabrielle?" "I'll let you know when my concussion fades," I responded. "That good, huh?" Valerie persisted. "In less than thirty seconds she snapped my neck. It took her less than five minutes to break Dana's back after that, and right there at the end I swore I saw a lone bead of sweat on Gabrielle's brow," I related. "Just so we are clear; if I ever see her chasing your ass down like Gorman did that day, you are on your own," Valerie snorted. "I thought you were a bad-ass," I taunted her. I really didn't want her fighting Ms. Black on my behalf. "Granddad is a bad-ass; I'm a teenage girl who is good with bikes and can handle myself in a brawl but I'm not a true bad-ass. What I am is smart enough to not attempt the craziness that is your life," she huffed. "Being smarter than me is hardly an accomplishment to be proud of," I jibbed back. Raven, who had been pretending to not be eavesdropping, made this choking sound at that comment. "Let me finish Raven off and I'll take you there," Valerie said. "Valerie, she's killing you," I noted. "I like a challenge," Valerie countered. She must because Raven only had one ball left to sink while Valerie had four. Less than a minute later Raven sent Valerie and I heading for the stairs. Iona gave me a slight nod and grin. Rio came storming up at us half-way down. "You motherfucker," she snarled. "Problems?" I replied cautiously. "Mercy said she wasn't going with me," Rio growled. "What did you do?" I asked. "I slapped the bitch," Rio retorted. I could tell that pissed Valerie off; I wasn't too happy either. "You put her up to this, didn't you?" "I certainly did. I told her that she was going to have to step up instead of taking advantage of you all the time," I explained. "Did it hurt?" Rio knew I wasn't talking about Mercy's pain. "Yes," she rumbled. "If I can't trust her, I can't use her." "Whatever you decide to do, I'll live with," I shrugged. "I hope you know how hard it was for her to do what she did." Thankfully, Valerie was far more controlled than Rio and judged the conversation to be too delicate for her input. "Mercy is my deal, Zane. She's my responsibility and I'll take care of her without your interference," Rio stated aggressively. "It doesn't work that way. People aren't one dimensional and you can't expect to help people and not have them change," I countered. "You changed Mercy, for the better, and that includes her desire to take up some of the responsibility you've borne onto her shoulders. And the only reason for her to do that is, you annoy her so much." "Yeah," Rio finally deflated, "she was looking pretty miserable." "Buddies take your pizza; friends take your pain, Rio. Get used to the fact that there are three of us standing beside you when you need us," I reminded her. "I wasn't asking for anyone's help," Rio insisted. "In that case, get in Zane's car and take a trip. When the cops finally pull you over you will have three years friend-free in prison," Valerie now interjected. "Ha!" Rio snorted. "That's no good. Zane already promised to break me out if I get sent away." "Zane," groaned Valerie, "do you have even a passing acquaintance with common sense?" "I get a lot of that," I answered. "What now, Rio?" "I go back to my room," she sighed, "apologize to Mercy, then come back upstairs and work out a deal with Vivian for use of your room." "No tying them up and gagging Vivian and Barbie Lynn in their sleep," I cautioned Rio. "Fuck you," Rio muttered darkly. "Fuck you and your mind-reading ability. Fine, I'll be good, okay, I'll be as good as I can be." With that, Rio tossed me back my keys and then bounded downstairs and out the door. "I swear to God I would have tossed her out a window by now, if I were you," Valerie snorted. "Umm, she grows on you, kind of like a tapeworm," I chuckled. "I think my invitation to catch a bullet has been voided now that you have your keys back," Valerie noted. "I'll catch you tomorrow night." "Sure thing, but I may need you for that 'thing' if I can set up a meeting," I replied. That thing was meeting up with a possible undercover officer which held the possibility of being a real disaster. Valerie was being kind enough to ignore her instincts, and her advice to me, by helping me out. Valerie shook her head in skeptical amusement at my poor decision-making before we walked back upstairs. That bit of drama over, I swooped in, picked up Iona (figuratively) and escaped my room before anyone else could intervene. I thought we were doing quite well until I spotted someone sitting on the hood of my car, with a suitcase. "Hey, Paige, what's up?" I inquired with a good deal of exasperation. It was kind of stupid, actually. I knew exactly what she was doing here; I hadn't invited her and I didn't want her coming along on Iona's weekend. "I thought I'd let you spend the weekend with me," Paige smiled smugly. A light breeze tossed her alabaster hair across her translucent albino features. "You are late, by the way." "No, Paige, this is Iona's, I started to say. "It would be wonderful spending the weekend with you, Paige," Iona stepped up and hugged her. "It will be so great; their house is huge, Aunt Jill is so kind, and there is the sorority right next door." "Okay, Paige, you can come along, but this is a no sex weekend. Are we clear?" I warned her. "We'll see," Paige smirked. "I plan to sleep both nights in his bed, completely naked and rubbing against him," Iona beamed. "He'll crack," Paige wagered. "No, he won't. I trust him," Iona pledged. Paige appraised me for a second. "Okay, I'm game. We'll see if we can break him," Paige allowed. I once joked with some Kappa Sigmas about joining a monastery. I'm being driven to reconsider that option. After that exchange I was happy enough to make it to my home in one piece. I'd have been happier if there wasn't a police car in the driveway. I was walking onto the porch when my ladies spoke up. "Zane, why would the police be here?" Iona worried. "Zane, if they arrest you and I then attack them, will they let us share a cell?" Paige mused. "Iona, I have a few ideas and none of them are good," I responded. "Paige, they don't house men and women together, but I can probably smuggle a message to your side and tell all the lesbians what a screamer you are." Iona didn't get to question and Paige didn't get pick on me before I opened the door and went inside. "Hey, Aunt Jill," I called out, "I'm home and I've brought Iona Beckett and Paige Zeller with me." We had already talked over Iona's stay with Jill; Paige would be a whole new series of complicated hurdles. "Zane," Aunt Jill greeted me heartily. She was coming off her lounger while Officer Danica Campbell rose from the sofa and gave me a measured look. "This is Officer Campbell of the Lancaster Police and she has an official criminal matter to discuss with you," Jill finished in a worried tone. "Mr. Braxton, if I could have a word with you on the porch," Danica put forth the question that wasn't really a request. "Of course, officer," I responded. "Ladies, could you please hang out here with Aunt Jill for a few minutes and I should be back as soon as possible." I walked back to the porch. When Danica passed me, I shut the door and we turned to face one another. "Zane," Danica smiled. "Hey, it is good to see you, Officer Danica Campbell, but I have a feeling this isn't a social call," I sighed. "You are correct. There was an incident at the Dixie Roadhouse last night and your name came up during the inquiry. The Sheriff's Department contacted the PD and I decided that it would be more discrete that I meet you at your home as opposed to on campus," Danica related. "What can you tell me about the Dixie Roadhouse?" "I went there with a few buddies, got into a fight, and beat a Warlord named Big Ted into unconsciousness," I informed Danica. "What do you know about a guy named Peter 'Deacon' Baker?" Danica asked. "He's like a big deal with the local chapter but I don't actually know the guy," I replied. She studied me for a moment then appeared to accept me at my word. "This is a different crop of girls," she said with smirk. "Yes, they are friends of mine. Iona is a best bud and Paige is, Paige. She's very smart but very hard to get along with at times too," I explained. "How is your other friend?" She tried to sound casual. "I was curious if she'd be here tonight." "I'll tell her that," I grinned. "It will make her week when she hears you've asked about her. She still thinks you are very special." "She's quite a handful," she grinned back. "Not that I'm complaining. I can hardly get over the sensation of her nipples on my back as she drove into me." Heaven was going to love that, I was sure. Her eyes wandered northward to the adjoining property. "More girls?" I followed her gaze to see three Kappa Sigmas coming through the tree-line. "Those are some Kappa Sigma sorority sisters, friends of mine. They are cool," I told her. "Uh-huh," she sounded skeptical. "There has to be a story behind that that statement, I'm willing to bet." She pulled out a business card from her breast pocket. "Here's my card, in case something regarding the case occurs to you, or whatever." The girls were almost on us so I had to whisper. "You aren't, like, married, or divorced from somebody with violent tendencies, are you?" I inquired softly. "No," she chuckled, "and cause for you asking that question has to be yet another interesting story, I'll bet. Maybe you can tell me about it if we get together." "Mr. Braxton," she said a bit louder as she took a half-step back from me, "have a good weekend and try to stay out of trouble." "I'll do my best, Officer Campbell," I responded. "Ladies," she made a passing recognition of the Kappa Sigs as she left the porch and headed for the car. Only when Danica's cruiser pulled onto the road did the Kappas speak. "Hey, Zane," Leigh spoke up first, "isn't that the speed trap lady?" "Yeah, she's nailed me before," I admitted, and immediately regretted my choice of words. "Really?" Paris prodded me. "Isn't she a bit old for you?" "No, speed trap, she pulled me over but I got off with a warning ticket," I back-pedaled. "So, she got you off," Ferrara skewered me. "Which of her orifices was required for that?" "Aarrrggh," I cried heavenward. "Fine, Iona and Paige Keller are inside. Together with Jill, they will be making dinner for those of us who care to share our table. I have to go a bar and pay off a biker gang chieftain before he hunts me down and kills me." "Can we come along?" Leigh smiled. "We don't want to fight or anything like that, but I'd like to get some video of it, in case something fun happens." "That's right," Ferrara joked. "Something like him being beaten up, shot, stabbed, or killed. Leigh, Zane has sustained two beatings on our behalf. Let's not go for a third time before the month's out." "He didn't take a beating in the second fight," Paris corrected her sister. She was right; in the fight at the mall my opponents hadn't landed a blow. "I heard he was pretty roughly abused when he went to jail over that," Ferrara gave me a knowing smile. "All that conjecture is fascinating, ladies, but I do have a guy to pay off so go inside, make yourself at home, and I'll be back soon," I announced. I kissed each sister; Ferrara on the cheek, Paris on the lips, and Leigh with a tonsillectomy. I double-timed it to my car and didn't look back. The Fading Light And The Lord Mafia. I made it to the Dixie Roadhouse five minutes late. There were only fifteen bikes parked out front so I figured that if something went wrong I'd only be kinda dead, as opposed to the totally dead, killed in five or more fashions. There were three biker babes outside the door, drinking beers and talking; one was thankfully Willa. I made sure I had the money before disembarking from my car and heading in. "Hi there, Zane," Willa greeted me. I recalled that Belle would be working at the bar near UV campus tonight and tomorrow. "Hey, Willa, Katt, and Janet," I grinned. "Willa, if I get out of this, can I have a moment of your time when I get back?" "Sure," Willa seemed curious. "I would like to talk to you too." That was a bit odd but okay. When I entered the Dixie Roadhouse it took me a moment for my eyes to adjust but I knew where Deacon's table was from my last visit. Deacon was there with two of his associates, all in similar states of disrepair. My first thought was: What in the hell happened to them? The second was: Wow, they let someone in a half-body cast out of the hospital rather quickly these days. It looked like a herd of water buffalo had worked out the dance routine from that prison scene in the play Chicago, he had it coming, all over their bodies. None of his infirmities kept Deacon from glaring with horrible malevolence at me as I approached. "Here is your five thousand dollars," I stated as I lay the envelope on the table. None of them made a move on the money and I began to worry. Then I took in the full effects of their injuries and I figured out that not one of the three could reach over and get it. I opted to push the money across the table to the closest cripple. One of the guys managed, with some pain, to pick up the envelope and count the money. "It is all here," the guy mumbled to Deacon. I could see in Deacon's eyes that his hate for me was far from quenched but I didn't know why. It wasn't like I came back and kicked his ass, oh fuck, maybe I had. "I'll be going, then," I said as I backed up four steps. "I hope you feel better next time we meet." With that, I rapidly evacuated myself from the building. I found myself de-stressing next to Willa outside. "So, who in the hell fucked up Deacon and his buddies that bad?" I inquired. "Some people were hoping you could tell us," Willa prodded. "It wasn't me if that is what you are worried about," I assured her. "Tell me what happened." "From what little we've been told or been able to figure out, Deacon and his two senior officers stepped out to their rides around 11:30 last night when they got jumped," Willa related. "Then it gets weird, weirder," Katt continued. "Their attackers dragged them thirty yards over to the electrical shed," she pointed. That way no one could see them from the bar. "Then they proceeded to beat the ever-living hell out of them," Janet concluded, then took a swig of beer. I had to think about that for a moment. "Didn't they see who did it?" I questioned. "Blackbeard and Booth (who I assumed were the other two broken bikers) were knocked out before they saw anything and Deacon hasn't related what he saw, his jaw is wired shut because it's been broken in four places," Willa tried and failed to hide her grin. I had to think about that for a second; Deacon's jaw looked like it was carved out of granite. "Ladies (an affectation they found amusing), if Deacon and his two buddies had gotten into a fight outside the Roadhouse, wouldn't the rest of you come running, and wouldn't they have called out if they saw a gang of guys they didn't know coming toward them?" I ruminated. "That makes sense," Katt confirmed, "but what does that mean?" "One person," I muttered; "one really, really skilled person." "No way," Janet shook her head. "I can and have one-punched a person and I'm only so good," I countered. "I would have figured out which bike was Deacon's, picked the third one closer to the door to hide behind. After that, when he passed by me, I would come around the bike at a crouch-run and kick the closest target where the ear and jaw meet. If I do it right his brain beats around inside his skull a few times and it's lights out," I explained. "It looks like you've given this some thought," Willa observed. "No; the move is standard kick-boxing and the tactics are the usual for ambushing a dangerous animal. If you come at it head-on, you might still win but the price is much higher. Deacon and the other two talking in a place they felt safe was the 'distraction' for the ambush," I explained. "Oh," Willa contemplated the scenario. I could see her eyes walk over the parking lot as she considered the events playing out. "Of course, that still leaves you facing two opponents, right around six feet and 220 to 240 who are adept at violence," I pointed out. "If you could hit the second guy the same way fast enough and somehow render the last one incapable of speech, Willa concluded. "You would have to be insanely fast and if someone was that good, what would they be doing at a biker bar in Lancaster, Virginia?" "Don't you know? This is the destination of choice for all international assassins on the run?" I joked. "Willa, can I have that moment now?" She shrugged, grinned, and walked with me to my car. It was refreshing to be side-by-side with a woman not interested in jumping my bones. If she'd been a lesbian instead of what she was, it would have been perfect. "You are too young for me, Zane," Willa headed me off. "Cool," I answered, which was not what she expected. "I need to talk with you a bit but not here. I don't want to risk anyone else listening in." Now Willa appeared to be curious. "Okay. The abandoned roadside motel on Chandler Road, 2:00 pm tomorrow," she responded. "Thanks, Willa. And also, do you know where I can get some fake ID's?" I asked as I got into my car. "I'll see what I can dig up," Willa smirked. She rejoined her buddies on the porch and was chatting away as I took off for home. I knew that my ordeal for this evening was far from over. There still was the hurdle of finding a place for Paige to sleep and making sure she stayed in the room Jill and I agreed on. The struggle with Jill over Rio had been epic enough; I certainly didn't expect the sounds of women's laughter and modern music to be the first thing I heard when I stepped out of my ride. Mind you, Jill thought Rio still had moral fiber. If I told Rio she had even a single moral fiber left she'd span Heaven and Earth hunting the mythical beast down a la King Pellinore. On the plus side, Aunt Jill knew nothing of Paige so I could play up that angle. I walked indoors to a chorus of 'hey' and 'Zane' coming from the kitchen. I strode into a flurry of dinner-prep activity. Apparently we were attempting Italian sausage ravioli, broccoli & carrots, mashed potatoes, salad, and gazpacho. Okay, I was pretty sure Jill thought ravioli was the invention of Chef Boyardee and

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SIU Athletics and Community Engagement: A Vision for GrowthIn this episode of Small Town Big Business, hosts Jennifer Olson and Russell Williams sit down with Tim Leonard, Athletic Director, and Katt Martin, Senior Associate Athletic Director for Development, at Southern Illinois University (SIU). They discuss their roles and initiatives within SIU's athletic department, focusing on building infrastructure, fundraising, and community engagement to elevate the programs. The conversation covers the importance of investments in both men's and women's sports, the challenges and opportunities brought by changes in collegiate athletics, such as NIL (Name, Image, Likeness) agreements, and how SIU aims to model itself as a competitive, community-centric athletic department. They also share personal anecdotes and insights into their approach to development and outreach, including significant contributions from alumni and local businesses. The episode underscores the critical role that athletics play in community development and the economic impact on the Southern Illinois region.00:00 Welcome to Small Town Big Business00:50 Meet Our Guests: Tim Leonard and Kat Martin01:38 SIU Athletics: Building Infrastructure and Generating Revenue03:51 Tim Leonard's Journey: From Idaho to SIU06:27 Kat Martin's Return to Southern Illinois14:32 The Vision for SIU Athletics20:35 Engaging Local Businesses and NIL Opportunities22:31 Navigating Conference Alignment and Transfer Portals23:30 Strategic Investment in Sports Programs24:28 Football's Potential and Economic Impact27:00 Engaging Alumni and Building Relationships32:14 Community Support and Economic Benefits34:23 Women's Sports and Major Donations36:48 Message to Future Athletes and Coaches39:11 Financial Literacy for Student Athletes41:05 Passion for Coaching and Athletics43:01 Fun and Unique Traditions44:13 Conclusion and AcknowledgementsRecorded at EThOs Small Business Incubator and Co-working Spaces in Marion, Illinois.https://members.ethosmarion.org/ SUBSCRIBE TO THE PODCASTOur guest: https://siusalukis.com/

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In jungen Jahren war Zenmeister Tokusan dafür bekannt, seinen Schülern mit Schlägen und Schreien zur Erkenntnis zu verhelfen. Ganz anders agiert jedoch der alte Tokusan, dem wir in Koan 13 des Mumokan und Fall 214 des Shûmon Kattôshû begegnen. In Letzterem kommentiert Shoukuo das Schweigen Tokusans als Antwort auf seine Frage, wohin die Weisen der alten Zeit gegangen seien, mit den Worten: »Ich verlangte ein schnelles Ross, aber ich erhielt einen lahmen Gaul.« Von Zeit zu Zeit zweifeln wohl alle Zenübenden an ihrem Lehrer und kommen, wie Seppo und Ganto zu dem Schluss, dass ihr Meister das letzte Zenwort wohl nicht kennt, wenn er mit seinen Essschalen in sein Zimmer zurückkehrt, statt seine Schüler mit einem tiefsinnigen Kommentar zurechtzuweisen, weil das Essen nicht pünktlich fertig war. Es ist eben bisweilen schwierig zu erkennen, dass Tokusans Reaktion Ausdruck einer heiteren Gelassenheit ist, die es ihm ermöglicht, das Verhalten seiner Schüler einfach stehenzulassen. Tokusan vertraut darauf, dass sie aus ihrem Verhalten lernen, wenn die Zeit reif ist. Indem er auf nicht identifizierte Weise auf das Treiben der Soheiten schaut, verkörpert er Upekkhâ, die vierte Art des Mitgefühls. Tokusan nimmt zur Kenntnis, dass Seppo und Ganto sich nicht angemessen verhalten, und lässt sie reden, da sie es nicht besser wissen. Doch damit fördert er, dass sie sich selbst hinterfragen und sich schließlich weiterentwickeln. Mit seinem raumgebenden Wesen begnügt sich Tokusan damit, als Vorbild zu dienen, und lädt auch uns ein, ihm zu folgen. Um für junge Erwachsene den Aufenthalt im ToGenJi zu ermöglichen, bitten wir um eine Spende: Sie finden die Kontodaten/Paypal auf unserer Website https://choka-sangha.de/spenden/ Herzlichen Dank

Gazze'ye insani yardım götürmek için yola çıkan Sumud Filosu, aktivistlerden biri olan Dilek Tekocak'ın torununun doğum haberiyle büyük sevinç yaşadı. Bebeğe “Leyla Sumud” adı konmasını isteyen aktivistler arasındaki dostluğu ve filodaki son durumu, Dilek Tekocak ile konuştuk.

Hur kommer det sig att en svart katt symboliserar otur? Vad kommer det ifrån? Och har det verkligen varit så genom alla tider och i alla kulturer?Wikipedia säger sitt om svart katt. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Hon var Hollywoods första miljondollarstjärna som sprängde studiosystemet inifrån. Men det var som aktivist hon till slut hittade sin livs roll. Nya avsnitt från P3 ID hittar du först i Sveriges Radio Play. Elizabeth Taylor (1932-2011) slår igenom som barnstjärna i filmen Lassie och är sedan världsberömd för resten av sitt liv. Hon kommer att vinna två Oscars och medverka i filmklassiker som Katt på hett plåttak, Jätten och Vem är rädd för Virginia Woolf?Det är med blockbustern Cleopatra som hon inte bara blir fri från det tvingande studiosystemets klor utan också blir Hollywoods första filmstjärna att tjäna en miljon dollar för sin insats. Det är också under den inspelningen hon möter sin stora kärlek Richard Burton och en affär som blir dubbad ”Le Scandale” av skvallerpressen inleds. ”Liz and Dick” som paret kallas drar till sig sådan uppmärksamhet att det blir grogrunden för vår tids paparazzi-kultur, och uppståndelsen kring Elizabeth Taylors person bedarrar aldrig riktigt, mycket eftersom hon gifter sig åtta gånger, med sju olika män.Men Hollywood-skandaler och filmer är bara en liten del av biografin över Elizabeth Taylor. När AIDS-epidemin lamslår Ronald Reagans USA, är det Elisabeth Taylor som tar ton och driver på i maktens centrum. För hennes långa - och ibland inkognito - engagemang i frågan adlas hon av Elizabeth II.P3 ID om Elizabeth Taylor är historien om ett liv som innehåller så många kapitel, att det ter sig osannolikt. Om diamanter stora som plommon, en filmindustri i förändring och Michael Jackson.I avsnittet medverkar författaren Kate Andersern Brower, som skrivit den officiella biografin om Taylor, och kulturjournalisten Karin Svensson.Programledare och avsnittsmakare: Vendela LundbergProducent: Patrick StaneliusLjudmix: Fredrik NilssonI programmet hörs ljudklipp från: MGM, ABC, The David Frost Tapes, HBO Max Elizabeth Taylor The Lost Tapes, Around the world of Mike Todd, HBOs Bright Lights, The making of Cleopatra, 60 minutes, The Warners - a candidates lifestyle, Mavis on 4, Saturday Night Live, The Larry King Show, The Oprah Winfrey Show och GLAAD.

Tyska högsjöflottan var ett allvarligt hot mot det brittiska sjöherraväldet. Från sina hamnar på den nederländska kusten kunde den nå ut på Nordsjön och allvarligt störa den för britterna livsviktiga handeln. Men det fanns ett problem. Tyskarna ville undvika att möta hela den numerärt överlägsna brittiska flottan.I stället inriktade man sig på att försöka slå ut delar av Royal Navy. Britterna å sin sida försökte stänga in den tyska flottan och i andra hand locka ut den för att krossa den. En katt och råtta lek blev resultatet. Under de första krigsåren utkämpades bara mindre strider mellan mindre delar av de båda flottorna.I detta avsnitt av Militärhistoriepodden diskutera Martin Hårdstedt och Peter Bennesved sjökrigföringen de första krigsåren av första världskriget.Tyskarna kunde hota det brittiska sjöherraväldet på i huvudsak tre sätt. Först med kryssare utanför Europa som opererade och störde den brittiska handeln. För det andra utgjorde den tyska högsjöflottan ett ständigt hot som band i stort sett hela den brittiska sjömakten till Nordsjön och Engelska kanalen. I tredje hand ökade hotet från tyska ubåtar och utvecklades till det kanske effektivaste tyska medlet att slå mot britterna.Tyska kryssare söktes upp och sänktes i de två slagen vid Cornel utanför Chiles kust och Falklandsöarna i november och december 1914. Att komma åt den tyska högsjöflotta blev svårare. Britterna kunde inte som under föregående krig med motståndare på kontinenten blockera den tyska flottan och tvinga den att hålla sig i hamn. Nya vapen som minor och ubåtar utgjorde ett alltför allvarligt hot mot de stora brittiska ytfartygen.Ett anfall på den tyska flottbasen vid ön Helgoland i augusti 1914 ledde inte till att tyskarna tog upp striden. Inte heller striden vid Dogger bank i januari 1915 ledde till ett lyckat resultat. Vid båda dessa tillfällen valde tyskarna att endast möta britterna med sina snabba slagkryssare.Det låsta läget mellan tyskarna och britterna ledde till att tyskarna alltmera övergick till ubåtskrig. Det var effektivt och det fördes utan restriktioner som var en förutsättning för att tillräckligt många handelsfartyg sänktes och påverkade de brittiska krigsansträngningarna. Ett stort problem var att även neutrala fartyg sänktes och inte minst sänkningen av det amerikanska passagerarfartyget Lusitania i maj 1915 fick icke önskvärda konsekvenser. Sänkningen kom att påverka den amerikanska opinionen i riktning mot att gå med i kriget på ententens sida. Det skulle i slutänden leda till tyskarnas nederlag i kriget. Bild: Tyska högsjöflottans slagskepp i linjeformation, 1917. Bilden visar ett eskader ur den kejserliga tyska flottan under första världskriget. Källa: Willis John Abbot, The Nations at War, Leslie-Judge Co., NY, 1917. Wikipedia. Licens: Public domain. Digitaliserad av Great War Primary Documents ArchiveKlippare: Emanuel Lehtonen Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In this Episode of World Footy Team Troy and Gregare joined by Toronto Dingos President and Coach Justin Robertson and Katt from The Central Blues. Matt Gale provides a wrap up of the Asian Champs and Mike Currane provides an update from the latest from AFLW Irish Player of the year. The team podcast will provide you with an update and discuss the latest results and news from around the world.

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Der Horror liegt drei Jahre zurück. Am Sonntag fährt Stephan Katt beim dritten Lauf zur Langbahn-WM wieder auf jener Strecke, die ihn fast das Leben gekostet hätte: auf dem Eichenring von Scheeßel in der Nähe von Bremen. Kurz vor dem Rennen auf seiner Schicksalsbahn hat Norbert Ockenga sich mit Katt über die ganz besondere emotionale Seite dieses Grands Prix unterhalten. Mehr zum Thema Langbahn-WM und Bahnsport findet Ihr auf http://www.bahndienst.com, und weiterführende Informationen zu PITWALK, Deutschlands größter Motorsportzeitschrift, gibt's unter https://shop.pitwalk.de/magazin/ Die hochaktuelle Berichterstattung aus Scheeßel am Sonntag könnt Ihr auf Instagram, Facebook, X und Threads auf den Konten namens @pitwalkmedia verfolgen.

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About Ben Katt:Ben Katt is a transformation coach, meditation teacher, and storyteller. He is the author of THE WAY HOME: Discovering the Hero's Journey to Wholeness at Midlife. Ben is a former ordained minister and leader at the On Being Project, and he currently provides end-of-life care as a volunteer hospice chaplain and teaches meditation in prisons as the founder of the WITHIN Project. He lives in Milwaukee, WI, with his wife and three children. In this episode, Dean Newlund and Ben Katt discuss:The hero's journey as a framework for transformationSpiritual practices for everyday lifeBurnout and inner alignmentThe power of listening to inner whispersSocietal disruption as a collective call to change Key Takeaways:Ben Katt's moment of clarity came during a routine jog when he suddenly realized his high-performing life had become unsustainable, prompting a deeper spiritual reckoning that revealed he was losing connection with his own heart.The hero's journey, adapted from Joseph Campbell's monomyth, offers a universal but highly personal structure for individuals to navigate uncertainty, confront their shadows, and emerge with renewed purpose and clarity.Simple, accessible practices like inward-focused journaling, meditation, gratitude, and even subtracting distractions are powerful tools for fostering self-awareness, healing burnout, and reconnecting with authentic desire.Those who face material hardship often live closer to life's raw truths and may possess deeper spiritual insight and joy, challenging the assumption that inner work is a luxury reserved for the privileged."Joy is happiness that's not contingent on something else. It's that stable sense of contentedness that you carry through, no matter what adversity you're facing.” — Ben Katt Connect with Ben Katt:  Website: https://www.benjaminkatt.com/Book: The Way Home: https://www.amazon.com/Way-Home-Discovering-Journey-Wholeness/dp/1250910447Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/akabenkatt/Substack: https://benkatt.substack.com/ See Dean's TedTalk “Why Business Needs Intuition” here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EEq9IYvgV7I Connect with Dean:YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCgqRK8GC8jBIFYPmECUCMkwWebsite: https://www.mfileadership.com/The Mission Statement E-Newsletter: https://www.mfileadership.com/blog/LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/deannewlund/X (Twitter): https://twitter.com/deannewlundFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/MissionFacilitators/Email: dean.newlund@mfileadership.comPhone: 1-800-926-7370 Audio production by Turnkey Podcast Productions. You're the expert. Your podcast will prove it.

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Hon har gått i bräschen för Europas ytterhöger och har själv haft siktet på den yttersta maktpositionen men är det nu berättelsen om Marine Le Pen tar slut? Vår sommarserie handlar idag om frontfiguren för det franska partiet Nationell samling. Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radio Play. Sedan 2011 har Marine Le Penn lett det ledande högernationalistiska partiet i Frankrike - först under namnet Nationella fronten och sedan Nationell samling. För tre år sedan klev hon av partiledarposten och lämnade istället över till Jordan Bardella för att kunna fokusera på presidentposten. Men i mars i år stod det klart att hon döms för förskingring av EU-medel - till fyra års fängelse, höga böter - och hon får inte heller kandidera till några offentliga uppdrag under fem år. Innebär det slutet för Marine Le Pens långa politiska karriär?Medverkande: Alice Petrén, författare och före detta Sydeuropakorrespondent på Sveriges Radio, Marie Demker, professor i statsvetenskap vid Göteborgs universitet. Producent och programledare: Katarina von Arndt

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Nyheter och fördjupning från Sverige och världen. Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radio Play.

Join Octavia March and her co-hosts as they dive into the most memorable music moments of 2024 in this episode of Music for Breakfast. This episode features a detailed discussion on Kendrick Lamar's top diss tracks aimed at Drake, major cultural occurrences, key political updates, and heartening personal stories. They also highlight the year's top songs, celebrities' controversies, sports victories, and groundbreaking interviews. Don't miss the exclusive bar breakdown, smoking hot tea, and more! Subscribe and hit the notification bell to stay updated!00:00 Welcome and Introductions00:22 Shoutouts and Community Appreciation00:53 Kendrick Lamar Memories02:17 Today's Episode Overview03:11 Kat Williams' Explosive Interview09:01 Diddy's Legal Troubles18:19 Tory Lanez's Prison Records20:07 Remy Ma and Papoose Drama22:08 Drake vs. Kendrick: The Battle27:18 Nelly and Ashanti's Reunion27:50 Top Songs of 202430:12 The Bar Breakdown with Jay Manning35:32 Snoop Dogg at the Olympics35:48 Breakdancing Competition Controversy37:02 WNBA Stars and Their Impact38:39 LeBron and Bronny: A Basketball Legacy39:40 Super Bowl Halftime Show Highlights40:32 2024's Biggest Sports Moments43:44 Health Inspection: Cultural Check46:45 YSL Case: A Legal Drama50:07 Dame Dash's Rockefeller Records Auction51:52 2024 Election Reflections53:57 Top Songs of 202457:56 Smoking Section: Celebrity Drama01:05:30 Playlist Wrap-Up: Our Favorite Tracks01:13:41 Giving Thanks: A Year in Review#kattwilliams #2024 #hiphop #music #trending #fyp #youtube #musicivbreakfast Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use. No copyright infringement intended. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS

I det här avsnittet dyker vi ned i det som har blivit de kriminellas främsta brottsverktyg de krypterade telefonerna. Polisen upplevs ofta ligga steget efter men är det verkligen sant? Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radio Play. ”En kedja är ju som bekant inte starkare än den svagaste länken, det kanske inte är du som är den svagaste länken men det betyder inte att din planering inte kan kommas åt ändå”, säger Pierre Sandin, analytiker på grova brott vid polisen i Västernorrland. Krypterade telefoner eller ful-lur, som de ibland kallas, det är ett viktigt brottsverktyg. I dem planeras alla möjliga brott och i de senaste årens polisutredningar är det i mobiltelefonerna som några av de mest avgörande bevisen har hittats. Polisen har idag ganska långtgående möjligheter att avlyssna och spionera på digitala enheter men ett huvudbry är krypteringen. En telefon kan ha ett operativsystem som skyddar informationen. ”Sami”, som vi kallar honom, är i 20-årsåldern och tidigare rört sig i kriminella miljöer – nu tjänar han pengar på att installera säkra system i brottslurar. ”Den går inte att komma in i. En vanlig Iphone kan polisen lätt komma in i men det kan dom inte i den här, tror jag”, säger han. I det här avsnittet tittar vi närmare på operativsystemet som gäckar polisen och som också är första valet just nu för personer i gängmiljön. Programledare: Petra Berggren och Fanny HedenmoProducent: Jenny HellströmLjudtekniker: Johan HörnqvistKontakt: p3krim@sverigesradio.seTipstelefon: 0734-61 29 15 (samma på Signal)

Kör ex-nyhetsankaret Claes Elfsberg bil genom lövverksalléer oftare än genomsnittet? Talar han bra tyska? Och känner han oförklarlig skadeglädje när utropspriset på ”Svennis” bevisligen svårsålda herrgård sänks?

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Malin är fortfarande på resande fot. Hemma hos familjen Lasses är det kaos, trimmade moppar som åker in på service och husdjur som åker till veterinären. Inte vet vi när påsken infaller heller. Nej, sorgligt, beskt och surt får bli nya Malaco-blandningen. Lyssna, det blir (ändå) kul! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Dette er episode 309 av Tid er penger. I denne episoden snakker Peter om dead cat bounce, usikkerhet, tall, flows, vending om AI, seagullopsjoner, bailout (?!) og masse mer.Alle tjenester Tid er penger leverer til lyttere kan du finne på vår nye, enkle hjemmeside: www.tiderpenger.noDer finner du:LinkedIn-sideSpotfyRSSDiscord chatBlueskyNyhetsbrevFacebook-gruppePatreonBokanbefalingerPeters CVMail Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In this episode of Money & Meaning, host Jeff Bernier welcomes Ben Katt, author of The Way Home: Discovering the Hero's Journey to Wholeness in Midlife. Ben is a transformation coach, meditation teacher, and former pastor who helps individuals navigate personal growth and midlife transitions. Together, they explore the significance of Joseph Campbell's Hero's Journey, the process of leaving the familiar, facing the unknown, and returning to a renewed sense of self. Ben shares insights on spirituality, purpose, and belonging, offering practical guidance for those moving into the next chapter of their lives. This conversation is invaluable for mid-to-late career individuals seeking meaning and direction beyond financial success. Topics covered: Joseph Campbell's Hero's Journey and its relevance to personal transformation The three stages of the journey: leaving the familiar, falling into the unknown, and rising to wholeness Identifying and responding to the "call to adventure" in life transitions The importance of solitude, mindfulness, and self-reflection in discovering personal purpose How unresolved childhood patterns shape adult identity and decision-making Learning to embrace uncertainty and trust in life's unfolding process The impact of societal expectations and achievement-driven identities Finding fulfillment beyond financial success in midlife and retirement The role of meditation, spiritual practice, and community in personal growth Practical steps for stepping into a new phase of life with intention Useful Links: Jeff Bernier on LinkedIn Ben Katt on LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/benkatt Ben Katt: https://www.benjaminkatt.com/ TandemGrowth Financial Advisors: https://www.tandemgrowth.com/

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Your favorite podcast is back, and we're shutting down 2024 with our Year in Review episode! Modd and Boobie are on the mic breaking it all the way down—from Katt Williams dropping prophetic gems to Diddy's wild ways. We're talking about that Drake and Kendrick drama, the craziness of the 2024 Presidential Election, and showing love to the legends we lost this year. Plus, we're handing out superlatives like Show of the Year and Album of the Year—you already know it's about to get real! The perfect way to wrap up the year and step into the next one with a bang. Don't miss this one!

PUBLIC VERSION. Filmmaker and actress Katt Shea (POISON IVY, THE RAGE: CARRIE 2, STRIPPED TO KILL, PSYCHO III, NANCY DREW AND THE HIDDEN STAIRCASE) joins Adam, Joe, and Arwen to discuss her career journey. From putting on shows in her backyard at age twelve and realizing she could enlist other neighborhood kids and charge their parents to come watch… to becoming a working actress on films like BARBARIAN QUEEN, HOLLYWOOD HOT TUBS, THE DEVASTATOR… to learning all that she could about the filmmaking process while acting for the great Brian DePalma on SCARFACE and the legendary Anthony Perkins on PSYCHO III… to the crazy hurdles she jumped through in order to convince Roger Corman to green-light her directorial debut STRIPPED TO KILL… to how the production wound up having a bigger budget than other Concorde Pictures' films and how the overall Corman experience prepared her to solve any hurdle a shoot throws at her… to the absolutely incredible story of the dog (“Bear”) that was rescued in real life in order to play “Ruby” the rescue dog star of her 2022 film RESCUED BY RUBY… to the challenges of working on a film with a Director of Photography that only wanted to do things their own way… to accepting the job to direct THE RAGE: CARRIE 2 on merely four days notice while knowing all along that she'd have a target on her back for daring to direct a sequel to CARRIE… to what “Carrie” herself (Academy Award winner Sissy Spacek) said about the sequel once she saw it… to how time can change movies that were originally panned (like SCARFACE) and see them go on to become beloved films and part of pop culture… to the way life wound up imitating art with her 1992 film POISON IVY… to what it was like being one of the only women at the early Masters of Horror get togethers… to why she loves teaching acting so much and how age and experience can really strengthen an artist's spine… Katt's fearless 40+ year career is certainly one to be celebrated.

Katt Clowns Diddy~Buyer looking to sell Diddy's secret tapes+Hurricane Helene/longshoreman strike

INTRO (00:00): Kathleen opens the show drinking an Orange Eyes Spiced Ale from the Phoenix Brewing Company in Mansfield OH, named after the Charles Mill Lake Monster. She briefly touches on P. Diddy's recent arrest, stating that her comedian friend Katt Williams has been stating for years that there are issues with Diddy (as stated on Club ShayShay) and she believes Katt's word. Kathleen then reviews her weekend in Columbus OH and Lexington KY, visiting North Market in Columbus and KS Sports Bar to watch college football in Lexington. COURT NEWS (17:30): Kathleen shares news on Stevie Nicks' recent political endorsement, Chappell Roan performsand wins big at the VMA's, Jelly Roll slays in his performance at the Emmy Awards, and Tom Brady commentates the Saints vs Cowboys game.TASTING MENU (9:45): Kathleen samples Conn's Wavy Salt & Vinegar Chips, Snyder of Berlin BBQ chips, and cookies from Meghan's House of Custom Cookies in Lexington KY. UPDATES (26:18): Kathleen shares updates on Baby Reindeer's trial date, criminal charges into the freezing deaths of 3 Kansas City Chiefs' fans are determined, and Bed Bath & Beyond has a 2025 comeback plan. “HOLY SHIT THEY FOUND IT” (33:02): Kathleen is amazed to read about the discovery of an ancient Roman military camp more than 7,500 feet high in the Swiss Alps, and DaVinci's missing Salvador Mundi painting is found in a bunker in Geneva. FRONT PAGE PUB NEWS (40:22): Kathleen shares articles on Venice's plea for new gondoliers, St. Teresa of Avila is exhumed and determined to be incorruptible, Party City has entered Chapter 11 bankruptcy, Starbuck's new CEO outlines his 100-day plan to keep customers in stores, Telegram's Russian CEO Pavel Durov is arrested in France, and an 8-yr-old steals the family car and joyrides to Target, and Jon Bon Jovisaves a woman from jumping off of a Nashville bridge. WHAT WE'RE WATCHING ( ): Kathleen recommends watching “The Perfect Couple” on Netflix, and “The Lost Leonardo” on Amazon Prime.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.