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The Time Riders: Part 14 Visiting old friends, and Nanu discovers hot sauce. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. A certain bedroom. If she'd been worried about feeling alone, she wasn't noticing at the moment. There were so many fascinating things around here, all requiring her examination. There was an entire world to explore, after all, and it was apparently much bigger than the one she'd left behind. It was hard to conceive of, really; a world larger than Rome, than the empire, but according to her Mistress, Re-be-kah, she was not going to run out of things to be stunned by. So far, Mistress had been right. Nanu was kneeling on the bed, minutely examining the fabric that made up the soft sheets they'd been sleeping on. She tugged at the material, noticing how it was so tough that she needn't worry about tearing it. She tugged and tugged, giggling with delight when she couldn't wreck it. How clever the people of tomorrow were! She clambered off the bed and walked over to the window. She had only briefly put on any clothes, and that was to see her Mistress to the door as she left for work. Becky had made sure Nanu understood how the front door lock worked before she left. Nanu was only wearing the burning cock-sack garment, the one with the symbol of the musical group Let Zeppli on it, but the second Mistress was gone, she'd shucked it off and scampered around naked, laughing in delight. She'd been so tempted to stand in the window wearing no clothes and shake her nude body at the world, because she promised Mistress she would stay out of trouble, because she didn't want the vigiles coming for her since she'd only just gotten here. Mistress' 'free country' wasn't as free as it sounded, at least in her opinion. The tiny Egyptian girl walked up to the window of the bedroom and leaned on the frame, sighing dreamily as she rested her chin on her arms and gazed out at the world beyond the glass. Trees were starting to be green, and the grass of Mistress' lawn was visible, along with plants that would apparently become lovely flowers. High up in the blue sky, a strange bird flew. It barely moved, just gliding along, and seemed to have an almost cruciform shape. It left a weird trail of white cloud behind. What strange animals there were in the world of tomorrow. She left the window and went into the bathroom, plunking herself down on the commode and peeing, giggling at the sound produced by the material the bowl was made from. Once she was done, she headed downstairs, feeling a mite peckish. She went up to the fridge and opened the door, fascinated by the chill she felt as she leaned in to see what was available. Re-be-kah had left food for her to eat, all prepared and with her name on it, so that she knew what was safe. Seeing as how the ba-lo had made her almost shit herself to death the day before. The parfait was sitting in a bowl, with yummy-looking red and black berries swirled into it, along with a cereal that Mistress had called 'granola'. She took that and then retrieved a few slices of homemade bread from a little wooden container on the counter. Mistress had left some utensils and butter on the table, and even the peanut butter! Nanu loved the peanut butter; she couldn't wait to have it licked off her cunt! Sated some minutes later, Nanu wandered around, examining little things about the house that she hadn't noticed yet. She was careful to not mess with any switches, because she didn't know what all of them did. Apparently they weren't all just for the lights. She jumped up and down on the sturdy long chair, which was apparently called a 'chesterfield', rolled around on the comfy rug, and diddled herself in front of a mirror, cumming loudly and shamelessly. She loved looking at herself while she masturbated, she was so beautiful! Nanu flopped back on the rug, breathing heavily after a lovely climax. Her whole body tingled, and wonderful images of herself and her Mistress fucking floated through her mind. The house was warm, in a way she'd never felt before. Living in the slave quarters, and wearing what amounted to little more than a poorly made sack for clothing, she had often been cold, and rarely warm enough to suit her. This was; wonderful. This new world confused and frightened her, but she also knew she would acclimate, and then she would be warm, well-fed, and she could fuck to her heart's content. She was going to love her new life, she was sure. She hoped Re-be-kah was having as wonderful a day as she was. The Education of Nanu, as 'The Gods Will It'. Mooredale Secondary. Becky sat behind her desk, trying to conceal the way her eyes were spiraling with exasperation and boredom. While not every student in her Physics class was a dunce, only a few of them truly cared and paid attention. Most were just doing what was required to pass. Even if they got great grades, they weren't interested in retaining the material. And then there was one young dunce in particular. She tried not to scowl at Mark, who was zoning out at his desk, looking out the window. She could see even from here that his notes were inadequate. He couldn't claim to be memorizing the material; he had the memory of a goldfish crossed with a sieve. How had he made it into this prestigious high school to begin with? She was ultimately happy he had, of course, since that meant three months from now (from his point of view), he would be taking her on adventures with the Holmes Field Device. But this twerp sitting in front of her wasn't that time traveler yet, was he? He was just some lazy kid who was going to fail her course. Then he'd come back in time to fuck her, and convince her to not fail him. She'd agree, as long as he showed her the time machine and took her on adventures. Looking at him now, she couldn't believe she'd made the agreement. But she had, and now she was stuck passing him. She couldn't get out of it if she tried. She'd solidified her personal future. Fating, as people in the time travel community called it. Once you knew for certain that something factually was going to happen to you down the road, there was nothing you could do to change it, no matter how hard you tried. You might even hurt yourself doing it. Time lock. It was a thing. So if you enjoyed feeling like you were in control of your destiny, then you did your best not to find out what was to happen to you in the future. Loose talk stops clocks, and all that. She looked at Mark again, still trying not to frown. It was so strange to think that this boy, who was weeks away from being eighteen, was the same knucklehead who would be her time-travelling companion. She'd be having sex with him, and they'd be sharing girls in the time stream, including Nanu, who was waiting for her back at home. The Mark in front of her was seventeen, almost eighteen. Time travel made the rules seem so arbitrary, and even dumb sometimes. She couldn't have sex with him right now. She couldn't sext him under her desk right now. It was illegal. Yet somehow, magically, in a few weeks, on a particular day, Mark's upcoming birthday would make him an adult, even though functionally nothing was different about his biology. This Mark didn't know that they were lovers. That they would be lovers, in any event. Like all the other dumb boys in the school, he talked about her being hot, and what he'd do to her, childish boasting and hormonal nonsense. They talked about how she tended to dress rather conservatively, but clearly she had a rocking' bod underneath her clothes. They'd seen her in the school gym a few times. Becky didn't know why she dressed so conservatively, now that she thought of it. There were certainly less attractive teachers on staff who dressed more sexily than she did. Connie Marangos, the English Lit teacher, was shaped like a pear and had a face like a foot, but she somehow managed to dress sexy. What was Becky's excuse? She didn't want to give the horny students any more masturbation material than they already got. Horny teenage boys were annoying. Even Mark was annoying. Would he get better by the time she caught up with him in the future, three months from now? She could hope, but she doubted it. He hadn't exactly proven so thus far on their adventures. Another quiet sigh escaped her as she glanced for a moment in his general direction. She wanted to pin that boy down right now and fuck him, hard. She couldn't, but she wanted to. It bothered her that she was starting to feel a tingle in her needy cunt, and there was nothing she could do about it. She'd have to wait to get home and take out her horny frustrations on Nanu. Not that the Egyptian girl would mind, of course. She thought back about what she and Mark had experienced so far in the time stream. They'd gone to seventeenth century France, gotten in several brawls, and Mark had been fatally shot, only surviving because he wasn't meant to die yet. She'd been kidnapped by Cardinal Richelieu and made a lady-in-waiting to Anne of Austria, and she'd met her own ancestor, the gorgeous, brilliant, and deadly noblewoman Alexandra D'Assaut, who had helped Mark rescue her from the Louvre, and out from right under the nose of the Sun King. Becky might have shot Porthos And might also have kicked Richelieu in the nuts. That sounded so weird, but it had happened. She was there. That, or she was on the world's longest and most intense acid trip. They went to Rome, to participate in a genuine orgy, and they'd met and bought the beautiful slave girl Nanu. The intent had been to set her free, and Becky had even paid gold for her; but Mark screwed everything up by getting arrested for fucking a Vestal Virgin, one of Rome's most sacred priestesses. One thing led to another, and they'd had to rescue him from being skewered by gladiators in the Colosseum, mostly by dropping the roof on the emperor. Mark, or 'Bonosus' as he was known in ancient Rome now, was probably the most notorious criminal in the empire not named Spartacus. It didn't surprise Becky that even in the time stream, everyone wanted to kill Mark. He had that effect on people. They'd finally brought Nanu forward in time with them, since she was hopelessly devoted to them, and leaving her on her own in Rome was dangerous for her, even if she had proof of her manumission. It had been an eventful few days since their arrival back home, with Nanu getting a crash course in the fact that everything wanted to kill her. At least to hear Nanu talk about it. Even common household items were absurdly dangerous for her, and noises that modern people just took for granted drove the younger girl nuts. Food was a big gamble with Nanu. Modern preservatives and nitrates wreaked havoc on her digestive tract, something she couldn't possibly have built any immunity to. To Becky's surprise, Nanu wasn't lactose-intolerant, because as a slave, she'd been given cow's milk, something peasants and slaves subsisted on and normal people were too good for. It was strange to Becky that bovine milk and beef had been considered low-class food back then. They'd probably change their minds if they'd ever had a filet mignon or a good porterhouse. Dumb ancient people. At least Nanu ate everything she possibly could. A yawn from Mark's direction brought her out of her reverie, and she restrained another scowl in his direction. It was nowhere near the first time he'd annoyed her with his lack of interest, but she was getting more irritated with it of late, because she knew what was coming. She had to put up with this. She had to fail him. Because his future self would come back in time and convince her to change his grade. She couldn't just give him a passing grade now to speed things up if she tried. Something would make her fail him. Which he so richly deserved. Why the universe gave this kid a time machine was beyond her. A retarded chimp would have deserved it more, and probably been less of a menace. She couldn't fuck him, not yet. But that didn't mean she couldn't fuck with him, right? "Mr. Simmons," she called in his direction, raising her eyebrow and getting everyone's attention, including his. She called him 'Mark' so regularly now that saying 'Mr. Simmons' seemed strange. "Since you are clearly well ahead of the curriculum, what with having time to yawn and stare out the window, I thought maybe you could explain the differences in the scalar and vector measurements to the class?" "I, uh;” he fumbled, looking worried now. "I;” "Well, go on," she said, gesturing with her hand. "We spent the entire second half of last week on the model, after all. The copious notes you took are still fresh, yes?" "I; that is; uh;” he said, going pale. "Dumbass," laughed one of the other boys from nearby. Several other students laughed, and Mark got pelted with crumpled-up balls of paper for looking like a dolt. Becky didn't bother feeling bad for him, since this had to happen in order for things to work out in the future. That, and the brat deserved it. A girl near the front, one Gina Felton, put her hand up, looking smug. She seemed to have the answers, generally. Becky restrained a sigh as she allowed the brown-haired girl to answer. Gina dutifully recited off the material they'd been given, even offering some explanation along the way to demonstrate that she understood what she'd been taught, not just parroting the lesson. She wasn't as smart as she thought she was, and she'd never be a physicist, but she came from a wealthy WASP family type that was so common in this neighborhood, and she was a kiss-ass to the faculty. Becky would give Gina her passing grade and get rid of her. If only were so easy with Mark. "That's, uh; that was I was gonna say," Mark added once Gina had finished her singsong response. More laughter and mockery was hurled his way. "Okay, enough, people," Becky announced, standing up to get their attention and put an end to the paper projectiles. "Miss Felton, well done. Mr. Simmons, you can stay after class and clean up the room, along with my chalkboards." Becky liked using chalk boards, because one of her two favorite professors in her university years had insisted on using them. It had seemed like magic to her when he'd used them, all these wondrous equations laid out for her, explained thoroughly, and then they were gone, replaced by more fascinating numbers, a guided tour into how the universe worked. Only he could- "Ma'am?" a voice called. "Miss Fischer?" Becky blinked, coming out of yet another reverie. She was beginning to think that maybe she shouldn't be giving Mark shit for doing it, since she kept zoning out during class, thinking about the profs. She and Nanu had a playdate with them later this week at Blackwell Manor, so she'd just have to keep it in her pants until then. "Sorry, I was remembering a lesson," she said, recovering and sitting down again, just in case she leaked through her slacks. Thankfully, they were moments away from the period ending, and she'd be free of these yahoos for another day. "Tomorrow, we'll stick our toes into the concept of Fleming's Left-Hand Rule and its application in electromagnetism. Whether you're working on the Large Hadron Collider, or your grandfather's ancient lawnmower in the future, this is a good thing to understand. Go ahead and get ready, just wait for the bell. Mr. Simmons, the chalkboard awaits your attentions." Yet more razzing at Mark's expense, while Gina just sat at her desk looking smug. As annoying as Mark was, Becky simply did not like Gina Felton. She was eighteen now, and Becky had good reason to suspect that the skinny little broad was carrying on with the History professor, Mr. Browning. The less she knew, the better. Kind of like about her own future. Ah well, she thought as she watched Mark dully begin wiping off the chalkboards and then pounding out the erasers. Not much longer to put up with this, and then the real fun begins. Just show some patience, girl. She somehow refrained from subtly taking a picture of Mark's ass with her phone. "Mistress, you're back!" Nanu chirped as she skipped up to the door, quite naked. "I didn't break anything!" "The fact that you led with that statement makes me suspicious," Becky sighed as she closed the door behind her. She then hung up her blazer on a peg and allowed the Egyptian girl to take her hand and pull her into the house. "Did you eat?" "Yes, Mistress, everything you left for me," Nanu announced proudly. "Nothing left. Did I do well?" "You ate everything I left you for you?" Becky asked, raising an eyebrow. Nanu dragged her into the dining room and gestured grandly at the table. The top was covered in plates, bowls, and containers, along with utensils. Even the peanut butter jar, which had been mostly full this morning, was seemingly licked clean. "Holy shit," Becky mumbled in English, gazing at the table. "You ate absolutely everything." "Did I do right, Mistress?" Nanu asked. What did Becky tell her? That Nanu had eaten the food she'd prepped and was meant to last for a few days? She hadn't exactly been that explicit, because she hadn't thought to tell Nanu that. She'd overlooked how voracious Nanu could be. A lifetime of slavery saw to it that Nanu ate every meal as if it might be her last. Well, that was on Becky. She'd just start again and be more concise next time about her expectations. "I'm proud of you for looking after yourself," she said finally, making the tiny girl beam with delight. "Did you have problems with anything I showed you?" "I played with the water makers a little bit, and practiced washing my hands," Nanu said, waiting impatiently while Becky started removing her work clothes. "Your soap is very different from what my masters used. It smells nice, not like piss." "Maybe because we don't use urine in our soap these days," the blonde observed as she tossed aside her skirt and then began undoing her bra. Nanu, predictably, just watched intently, almost salivating at the thought of her Mistress' tits. "So now you know how to keep yourself clean. Tonight, I'll let you try to work the shower, that way you can use it if I'm not home and you need to wash up." Nanu nodded. "It was awkward trying to get the peanut butter off my cunt. I am very flexible, but even I couldn't reach it all with my tongue. I used a cloth finally. But I tried, Mistress, I really did." "Nobody made you smear the peanut butter on yourself, silly," Becky laughed as she shucked her bra, revealing her lovely tits to Nanu. Then she bent over and peeled off her underwear. "But I'm glad you fed yourself and know how to get clean, my love. It sounds like you had a good day." "There were so many things to do, Mistress," Nanu breathed, enjoying the sight of Becky's hairless cunt. She'd never seen a more perfect cunt. "I was amazed by how strong your sheets are. And I glided up and down the hallway in my socks, and I listened to music and danced;” "I'm so pleased that you worked out the controller for the stereo," Becky cooed, caressing Nanu's cheek. The smaller girl closed her eyes, enjoying the touch before turning her head a little to kiss her Mistress' palm. "What music did you listen to?" "But I am proud to be your lover, and that you're my Mistress," Nanu protested. "And I am proud of you, Nanu," Becky assured her, giving her hands a gentle squeeze. "But just trust me on this, okay? Hearing people called 'Mistress' will be very weird to some of them. I want tonight to be fun, not awkward." Nanu sighed somewhat despondently and nodded. "So I must call you Re-be-kah tonight?" The blonde pondered the matter. "Can you say 'Becky'?" Nanu pursed her lips. "Beh-kee." "That's what all my friends call me," Becky said, pulling Nanu into a hug. It was weird to have their jackets in the way and not be able to feel their tits squashing together. "Except for M-ark," Nanu pointed out, enjoying the hug, even if she couldn't feel her mistress' tits. "He called you 'Beks'." "Well, Mark's an idiot, and he's lucky he's the one with the time machine, or I would flunk him into eternity," Becky muttered, preferring to not think about the bane of her academic existence. "Asshat." "Ass-hat;” Nanu repeated. "Mark is an ass-hat?" She's like a toddler, Becky thought, making a note to watch her language. She retains all the naughty words she shouldn't know. "Let's go, Noah Webster," Becky sighed, standing up again. "Your chariot awaits;” The Gardiner Expressway, heading south. Nanu was indeed turned sideways in her seat, despite the seatbelt, her face plastered to the window as she gaped in awe at the scenery that sped by. Aside from the endless metal monsters that were running with them or in the opposite direction, there were also tall buildings and houses, bright lights on tall posts, and even giant bridges that they went under and didn't fall on their heads! Nanu was too astonished to remember to be frightened of everything. Becky smiled as she drove, pleased that Nanu was distracted and not cowering in fear. Not that she would blame her. It had taken some convincing to get her into the car at all, but once she discovered how comfy the seats were, she warmed up to the idea quickly enough. Becky buckled her into her seat and even let Nanu honk the horn once before they pulled out. Nanu yelped in shock at the loud sound, but then clapped in delight, realizing that she could (if allowed) control the beast's roar. She took it slow at first, driving at a virtual crawl through her neighborhood, letting Nanu get a feel for the movement of the car. She was going places, but her legs weren't doing any of the work. It was like being in a palanquin or a chariot, only completely enclosed. The roar of something called an 'engine' surrounded her, replacing the clatter of iron-bound wooden wheels and horse hooves. It was almost twilight, and the lights on the tall posts glared brightly, making Nanu shield her eyes occasionally. She could see people in their own metal beasts, men and women, often with children riding along in the seats behind. She smiled brightly and waved back at one little girl who had seen her and waved to her. "We are going so fast," she breathed, almost wrenching her neck as she tried to watch cars whip by in the opposite direction. "Nobody in the world has ever gone as fast as this, I'll bet." Becky thought about that, realizing Nanu was probably right. She was going just over seventy kilometers per hour at the moment, but that was faster than anything had ever gone until locomotive engines came on the scene, once again in the mid-nineteenth century. It may have seemed slow to her, but it was light speed to Nanu. "Oh, we can go a lot faster than this, Nanu," she said casually, enjoying her lover's innocent wonder at everything. "Go faster!" Nanu urged in excitement. "Go faster than all the other metal beasts! Shame them!" "; except for maybe that one;” she added in a faltering tone as a red Ferrari whipped by, the roaring noise of its engine filling the interior of Becky's car. "How do you make the beast go faster, Mistress? I do not see reins or a whip." "It's not alive, remember? It's just a machine, a bunch of parts put together to make a mechanism," Becky answered, knowing most of this would go over Nanu's head. "I control its speed with the pedals at my feet, and which way it goes with this wheel in my hand." "Can we go faster and leave all these other beasts behind?" Becky smiled. "Not right now, my love. There are laws about how fast you're allowed to go when there are lots of other cars around. It prevents accidents." "But what could hurt us?" Nanu asked. "The beast is metal, we are surrounded by all this metal. We are invincible." "If we hit or got hit by another car, the metal won't protect us entirely," Becky pointed out, thinking that maybe she'd show Nanu some car crash safety videos, put the fear of the car gods into her. And if we hit a person, we'd pretty much kill them at this speed." Nanu thought about that. "But we'd be okay, right?" Becky sighed and resisted the urge to turn the car around. The Malted Cat, thirty minutes later. "Hi, everyone, sorry we're late," Becky called out, waving as she headed to the table where everyone was already gathered. "You know this time of night on the Gardiner, traffic was a bitch." "Bitch;” Nanu parroted, but was too far away still for anyone to hear her aside from Becky. Nanu was looking around at the establishment, which didn't remind her of any tabernus she'd ever seen before. This was loud and chaotic, with people everywhere and what might have been music blaring. People were wearing so many different outfits, some of which were almost nonexistent to Nanu. They walked up to the table, where five other people, three women, and two men, were already sitting. A few of them had the same straw-colored hair as her mistress. Two of the women were skinny, one was rather fat. One of the men was skinny and balding. She doubted he got fucked very often. Becky stopped at the table, with Nanu beside her. "Everyone, this is Nanu, she's staying with me." "Hi," Nanu said, holding up a hand and remembering the greeting word that people used in En-gush. "Hi." "Hello," they all said back pleasantly, smiling at her. She liked the fact that they greeted her and hadn't noticed she was a slave. Or at least, had been. Sometimes she worried it clung to her like a stench she would never be rid of. At least they'd brought her manumission documents with them from Rome to this world of tomorrow, just in case she had to prove it. "Nanu, let me introduce my friends and co-workers," Becky said in Latin, before pointing to people. "This is Kay, that's Shirley, this is Annie, that's Steve, and this is Ed." "What were you speaking to her just now?" Ed asked, seeming curious. He was the balding one. "Latin," Becky replied as room was made for them at the table, with Steve pulling up two more chairs. "She doesn't speak English, and I don't speak her native language, so we communicate in Latin." Becky's friends all looked at one another quizzically, but then realized that none of them spoke Latin. Becky would be interpreting all night. Frankly, that was just fine with Becky, since it allowed her to control things where Nanu was concerned. "Nanu-nanu!" Steve said to the new guest, holding his hand out sideways, fingers splayed apart in twos. Nanu seemed confused before she spread her own fingers tentatively and then slid them into Steve's, who grinned and began shaking up and down gently. "Good to meet you!" "Steve, I'm not drunk enough for Mork and Mindy jokes yet," Becky sighed, settling Nanu in a chair while the smaller girl looked at her hand curiously, still held open the way he'd shown her. What was that supposed to mean? Was it one of the standard greetings of this age? Then she started noticing small details, both of her new associates, and around the place. Her eyes widened when she saw a tattoo on the arm of the fat woman, Shir-lee. Then she noticed one on Steve. She looked around and saw that many people around this club had tattoos. She looked at Becky with concern. "So many people," she said quietly, hoping only Becky heard her. "They have stigma (tattoos). Some of your friends have them! Are we surrounded by criminals?" Becky thought about that for a moment and then shook her head. "No, Nanu. In my world, tattoos are just art. There have been times in the past where criminals or people considered undesirable have been branded, but this isn't a thing anymore. People wear tattoos because they mean something to them, or they're just art." Nanu sighed in relief. "I somehow avoided getting a tattoo or branded as a Flavian slave, I was lucky. Most of the other slaves had them, I found it humiliating." "Is she okay, Becks?" Annie asked curiously. "She looks a little spooked." Becky smiled and nodded. "The tattoos all around her freaked her out. Where she comes from, tattoos are brands on slaves or criminals and law-abiding citizens don't get them." "Well, I like to think I'm a bad girl," Shirley said in a sassy tone and wearing a wicked smile. "And I've got another tattoo in another place that'd prove it, for sure." This drew laughter from her friends, and she rolled onto one cheek subtly and patted the other one. Annie popped Shirley on the ass, making her squeak and more there was laughter around the table. "So, Nanu," Kay began, smiling across the table at her. Becky was on one side of Nanu, and Ed was on the other. Nanu almost needed a booster chair to sit at the table. Thankfully, the bouncer at the door had accepted her identification, even if he seemed skeptical at first. No doubt having Becky there helped. "Do you want a beer, honey?" Nanu knew she was being asked a question and looked at Becky, who translated. "Cervisia. Do you want one?" Nanu wrinkled her nose in distaste. "That is a barbarian's drink! I am civilized." "You thought cow's meat was barbaric until the other day too," Becky pointed out. "Now I can't keep you out of it. Your ancestors made beer before they discovered wine, you know. At least try it, it's polite. Do you remember what I told you about how to respond if someone offers you something?" Nanu looked at Kay and spoke slowly. "Please an-du fank you." Kay looked delighted and ordered beers for Nanu and Becky. The Egyptian girl settled in and just listened quietly while the conversation picked up around her. Becky had told her that she was free to simply listen, or look around the bar. If someone addressed Nanu, Becky would tell her. Nanu was more than happy to just sit quietly and observe. Beer arrived, with a tall pint glass for Becky, and a half-pint for Nanu. She frowned at her smaller glass. "Why did I get the child drink?" Becky almost laughed while Nanu seemed to glare at the golden liquid and the tiny bubbles. "First of all, children aren't allowed to drink beer because of the alcohol. Second, I got you a smaller glass in case you don't like it. Less goes to waste." Nanu glanced at Becky now. "So if I don't like it, I don't just smash the glass on the floor and demand a different drink I like?" Becky blinked. "No, darling. We are very respectful to our servers at all times." "But they are nobody." "Nanu, just; trust me on this, okay?" Becky almost pleaded. "Always be polite, always. When it time to not be polite, I'll let you know, I promise." "Fine," Nanu sighed, picking up the glass with both hands and tilting it so that she could take a sip while everyone watched. Her eyes widened and she put the glass back down on the table, her cheeks bulging as she looked at Becky in panic. "Swallow," Becky instructed. "It's fine." Hesitantly, the tiny girl swallowed and then gasped rather loudly and dramatically. "It is so cold, but it burns!" "You didn't mind when the pop was fizzing in your mouth," Becky said. "The pop was sweet. This is; why is this beer? It doesn't taste like beer at all!" "It's beer, I promise you, just that we make it differently than they did in your time." "Is she okay?" Steve asked, watching Nanu curiously. They all were, in fact. "She's never had beer like that before," Becky explained. "She only just tried pop for the first time the other day." "You said she's from Egypt?" Shirley queried. "Is she Muslim and she's not allowed to have alcohol?" "Trust me, she's not Muslim," Becky assured her co-worker while Nanu eyed her beer suspiciously. "She was a slave most of her life, and she has very limited experience with, well, just about anything. We're taking it slow, but I want her to see what her new life is all about and has to offer." "Would she like wine instead?" Kay asked. "No, let her figure this out," Becky replied, going back to her own beer. "I have yet to find anything she won't eat or drink, so give her a bit." Becky knew she'd have to get some food in Nanu before long, because Nanu's alcohol tolerance might be perilously low, especially on what was essentially an empty stomach. She'd let Nanu pick whatever sounded good, and just deal with the consequences later. There was only so easy she could make this for her. Her body needed to adapt to modern cuisine sooner or later, right? The conversation began again, mostly everyone venting about their stupid students and the idiotic things they said, did, or turned in. Every once in a while, someone asked Nanu something, and Becky translated, letting Nanu respond as best she could. But mostly, they simply adhered to Becky's rule of letting the new girl observe and listen. "I swear, this one girl is a complete moron," Annie groused. "Any of you have Angie Staples in any of your classes?" Nanu heard several of them moan and roll their eyes, almost slumping back in their chairs. They began griping about something or someone, repeating a word that sounded like a name. It reminded her of how her mistress complained about M-ark. "Hey, she's not a bigger dolt than Simmons," Becky pointed out. "That boy is hopeless in my class. If he made any less effort, he'd forget to breathe." "At least he's cute," Kay said, making Annie and Shirley laugh. "I'd totally fuck Mark if he was legal." At the mention of the name 'Mark' and the word 'fuck', Nanu perked up just slightly and then looked at Becky. And this was not lost on the other women. "Why did she just look at you when I mentioned fucking Simmons?" Kay asked, looked at Becky now. "I; no; Fischer, no;” "What?" Becky said rather defensively. "Rebecca Fischer, are you doing things with that boy?" Kay pressed, smiling slyly. Annie and Shirley's eyes lit up excitedly, whereas Ed and Steve remained silent, trying to not look put out. "Are you nuts?" Becky said rather more loudly than she should have. "He's my student!" "He's all of our students, and the only thing he's good at is Phys Ed," Annie laughed. "He's turning out to be a hunk, I saw him running track in the gymnasium with no shirt the other day. Kay's right, none of us would blame you if you were getting it in from him." "I assure you, I am not getting it in from that dough-head sitting in my classroom," Becky said firmly. It was technically true, if only because the Mark sitting in her classroom hadn't fucked her yet. "So why did Nanu look at you so suddenly?" Kay pressed, not willing to concede the point just yet. "She's heard me complaining about how abso-fucking-lutely useless he is in my class," Becky explained, which was also technically true. "He's failing harder than a SCUD missile. Makes me crazy." "I'd go crazy on him," Shirley quipped, smiling slyly behind her beer glass while Kay and Annie burst out laughing again. Becky sighed and shook her head, but at least she seemed to have deflected that particular line of inquiry. Despite Kay's contentions in private about her proclivities, most people believed Rebecca Fischer to be a prudish nun stuck in a porn star's body. Only this small crew ever saw her let her hair down, like tonight. Garlic bread, mozzarella sticks, and wings arrived at the table as an appetizer, and Becky encouraged Nanu to try everything. The teachers all watched in astonishment as she tried each of the items and then began devouring them in rapid succession. "Guess I'm buyin' this round of appetizers," Becky said, shaking her head as she watched her charge annihilate the food. "I'll buy the next round too, just to make sure everyone gets something." "Oh, I'm buyin' her a round as well, just to keep watching," Annie said in fascination while Nanu mowed through the appetizers like the Tasmanian Devil. "Do you ever feed her, Becks?" "I told you, she was literally a slave in her old life, and she eats everything in sight as a defensive measure," Becky sighed. "She's not being rude, I promise. I've literally watched her eat a pound of bologna and empty a full jar of peanut butter." "Ba-lo;” Nanu managed to mumble through a mouth full of biomass as she kept storming the appetizers. Everyone was enjoying watching, even if they had to wait for their own shares to arrive again. She also kept sipping at her beer, seeming to have dropped her objections to it. Becky realized she might actually need help from the time stream to keep this girl fed. Nanu had pretty much polished off all her food when the second round of appetizers arrived. She eyed Steve's basket of wings hungrily. He saw her staring and gestured to the steaming heap of saucy poultry. "Want to try one?" "Nanu, darling," Becky said, holding up a hand to interrupt. "You might find that' But Nanu had already stripped most of the meat off the tiny bones of one wing by the time Becky had begun to object. She was chewing away when she paused on her eyes went wide. "Steve, you jerk," Becky said, scowling at her co-worker while Nanu started trembling while still chewing, her face turning red and her eyes starting to water. "She doesn't know what suicide sauce is." Nanu had her forehead pressed against the table and was thumping her little fist against the surface, still resolutely chewing, even as she whimpered and moaned in pain. "Gotta admire her pluck, though," Kay mused, watching the tiny girl try not to writhe. "I didn't know she couldn't handle it," Steve protested. "Don't they have hot food where she comes from?" "See if I ever sub for you the next time you need a day off," grumbled the blonde, patting Nanu on the back gently while calling over a server. Fifteen minutes and a gallon of milk later. "I can't believe she ate all my wings," Steve murmured, watching Nanu polish off the last wing while staring directly at him defiantly. "A whole pound, I got like, one." "Serves you right," Becky grunted, making sure Nanu had lots of wet wipes and used them regularly in case she tried to rub her eyes. Milk wouldn't help then. "I can't believe she's still eating them," Annie said, watching with morbid fascination. "I mean, you can see they still hurt her, but she won't quit." "Now that she knows milk dulls the fire, she doesn't have to," Becky sighed, also watching while eating her own honey-garlic wings. Nanu had stolen half of those, too. The only reason Shirley and Kay's food was (mostly) safe was because Nanu was too short to reach across the table. "And she's mad at Steve, so she's making a point." She knew that she and Nanu could both regret this in a few hours, that Nanu might be up all night again in the bathroom, but apparently she was willing to risk that to get the message across; don't fuck with Nanu Tehemet. Nanu polished off the wings and then knocked back several glasses of milk Becky had lined up for her, followed by her beer. She put the last down and let out a thunderous belch that echoed around the area. Everyone's eyes widened at the noise, except for Becky, who just shook her head. People at other tables looked over, perplexed that someone so small could release such a giant noise. Annie cleared her throat. "Well, I; I hear that in some Middle Eastern cultures, burping is a sign that a person appreciates the food they were served." Nanu patted her chest with her little fist and sighed happily. "Nanu," Shirley said, getting her attention directly. She gestured to her shirt and then at Nanu's. "I like your shirt." Nanu realized what the fat woman was talking about and then beamed happily, thrusting her chest forward and thumbing at the logo. "Let Zeppli!" "Do you like them, honey?" Shirley asked. Becky translated and Nanu nodded eagerly. "Let Zeppli!" "I like them too," Shirley said, pleased to be connecting with the exotic foreign girl. "Shirley says she likes Led Zeppelin too," Becky explained, leaning in to be heard over all the noise. The karaoke had begun, and they were near the stage. "The fat one likes Zeppli?" Nanu asked, shocked. "Is she allowed?" "Nanu!" Becky gasped, bursting into snickers. "You can't just comment about people's weight like that!" "What's funny, Becks?" Annie asked, curious. Becky was still snickering as she tried to wave it off. "Pretty sure Nanu thinks only she's allowed to like Zeppelin. And maybe I'm allowed. Pop culture still eludes her." "Well, she's got the hot wings and big tits part down already, I'd say she's halfway there," Kay quipped, making everyone laugh. Shirley had excused herself from the table for a moment. More food was ordered, along with beer or cocktails, and the gripe session continued about what complete morons the kids of this day and age were becoming. And the ones that weren't morons were completely unlikable. "So how long is she stayin' with you?" Kay asked as she watched Nanu attack the jalapeno poppers. "For the foreseeable future, really," Becky answered. "Like I said, she was a slave back home, she has no life to return to, and it was borderline Stone Age subsistence. I can't just let her go, or turn her over to the system, she'll die. She knows nothing. I'm doing what I can to help her adapt and learn about her new world. One day, she'll be fine." "That's really noble of you, Rebecca," Ed stated, getting his share of an onion blossom before Nanu saw it and murdered it. "But it could be years. I'm not trying to make her sound like a pet dog, but this could be a long commitment on your part. How did you even meet her?" "Honestly?" Becky said, having a rehearsed answer already. She'd tried to anticipate as many questions as possible for tonight. "I met her in Rome. That's where I managed to get her out of her slavery life." "Wow, Becks, you have like a whole secret agent life goin' on," Annie said, sounding impressed. "When the heck did you even go to Rome?" "It seems like ages ago," Becky said rather evasively. "Frankly, things have been crazy of late and I almost can't keep track without a time machine." A round of laughter from her friends, and Becky heaved a sigh of relief. She didn't expect anyone to be making inquiries, but the fewer questions, the better. Nanu seemed oblivious, noshing away happily on more pub grub and seeming determined to try everything. She'd just plowed through the calamari Annie had bought for her. "Hey, everyone!" called a voice from the stage, sounding tinny over a microphone. Becky looked up and saw Shirley standing on stage, smiling at them all. "I'm dedicating this number to a new friend I met tonight, I hope she likes it! Nanu, this one's for you!" Nanu looked up at the mention of her name, right before the music began, blaring through the bar's speakers all around them. Her eyes flashed in excitement as she looked at Becky, grabbing her hands. "Zeppli! Zeppli!!!" she squeaked, bouncing up and down in her seat. "Yes, my love," Becky laughed. "Shirley is about to sing a Zeppelin song for you, and it's the one you know already." Nanu clapped and squealed some more, bouncing up and down in her seat as she watched the fat woman begin to sing. "Let me take you to the movie, Can I take you to the show, Let me be yours ever truly, Can I make your garden grow?" "Nanu, you should go up and dance," Becky suggested, bumping and gyrating in her seat. "I'm sure Shirley would love it." "Really, Mistress?" Nanu gasped, his features alight with eagerness. She'd forgotten to call her Mistress by her name, but nobody seemed to notice. "Just make sure you keep your clothes on, okay?" Becky warned, trying to sound serious, but winking at her lover. "Go have fun." Nanu was out of her seat like a shot and scrambling up onstage before she began to dance around, just like Becky had shown her. Everyone at the table hooted and cheered while Shirley laughed, still between stanzas. While Nanu bounced and wiggled around the stage, the teacher started singing again. The pneumatic effect Nanu's movement had on her body held everyone spellbound. Her jeans were snug enough to show off her amazing ass, and her Zeppelin shirt was stretched tight across her ample tits, which jiggled continuously. "From the Houses of the Holy, We can watch the white doves go, From the door comes Satan's daughter, And it only goes to show, that you know!" Becky laughed gaily as she watched, clapping along. She couldn't believe how well this was going! Nanu was having a blast, and even if she was going to be shitting herself all night because of the hot wings Steve had let her eat, it was a small price to pay to see the Egyptian girl absolutely radiant and doing what she did best, dancing. They'd have to do this more often, as long as she kept Nanu safe. Not that this bar was dangerous, of course. "There's an angel on my shoulder, In my hand a sword of gold, Let me wander in your garden, And the seeds of love I'll sow, you know!" Nanu spun and pranced around the stage, lost in the joy of her dancing. She never felt more alive than when she was dancing, even when she was fucking. Or at least very rarely, and pretty much never when she'd been a slave. This new world and new life were going to teach her so many wonderful new things! She stopped dancing for a moment, breathing heavily in excitement as she just watched Shirley sing, standing close enough to understand that she was singing into some little thing that looked like a black cock and made her voice echo all around the room. "So the world is spinning faster, Are you dizzy when you stall? Let the music be your master, Will you heed the master's ca" In her mounting excitement, Nanu had grabbed the microphone out of Shirley's hands and was now closing her eyes and singing into it with all her heart. "Ah; Wa-Oh-Gur-Oah! Or-Nyu-Wo-Ah!" The entire audience was just watching in confused and then stunned silence as Nanu wailed discordantly into the microphone, assaulting everyone's ears with the blistering noise she was making. Eventually, even the recording of the Zeppelin song was halted, and Nanu was screeching to a silent space. Realizing the music had ended, she opened her eyes and then paused, seeing everyone gaping at her. But then a group at one large table right next to the one she'd been sitting at burst into derisive laughter, jeering and mocking her, apparently imitating the sounds she'd been making, and also flailing their limbs about like they were having seizures. Their faces were screwed up, made to look like the cursed child jesters that the Roman elite kept at their courts and made fun of. They were making fun of her! "Hey, someone get the retard off the stage!" guffawed one man, still mocking her by slapping a limp hand and forearm against his chest and making the stupid face. His buddies howled with laughter as he imitated her sound again. Until he was spun in his chair and Becky's fist slammed across his jaw, snapping his head to the right and knocking him out cold. Everyone at the table went very still, not daring to move as Becky glared at them all, her blue eyes flashing menacingly. "Anyone else?" she challenged. The men all stayed silent, not daring to say a word of move a muscle. "That's what I thought," she growled, standing up now and looking down at them in contempt. "Fucking cowards." She looked over at the door and caught the attention of the bouncer on shift, an imposing guy named Jake. She tilted her head at the idiot she'd just coldcocked, and he nodded, knowing he was about to clear out that table and make them take their unconscious friend home. He'd seen Becky drop guys before, and it was always justified. If she hadn't dealt with them for mocking the screaming girl, he might have. Thankfully, it was seen to. "C'mon, honey," Becky said, walking up to the stage and removing the mic from Nanu's hands, while she just stared at her Mistress, seemingly frozen. "Shirley, take over, will you?" Shirley nodded and got another song going, beginning to sing again while Becky led Nanu back to her seat. Around the bar, things had returned to normal. Nanu still seemed silent and very out of sorts. Becky sat her down and took her hands, smiling at her. "I'm sorry, honey," she said softly, caressing the crestfallen girl's cheek. "What they did was wrong. He deserved to get punched, I promise you." Nanu looked up at her now, perplexed. "Am I; am I that awful to listen to, Mistress?" Becky apparently hesitated a split second too long, because Nanu seemed aghast at the lack of response. "I am terrible! Please, Mistress, tell me! How bad am I? Be honest." A deep breath as Becky composed her thoughts. "Truth, Nanu?" The Egyptian girl nodded nervously. "You; well, it; it sounded like a cat getting run over by a chariot with knives for wheels," Becky confessed, blushing while the other teachers looked on, having a fairly good idea what was happening, even if none of them spoke Latin. She smiled somewhat wanly. "Maybe; just stick to dancing, okay? You're so very good at that, after all;” Nanu slumped back in her chair, seemingly in disbelief, even failing to notice the table right next to them getting cleared out by the bouncer. She stared off into space for some seconds, not even noticing the other Zeppelin song that Shirley was now singing. "I'm terrible," she murmured to herself. "Cats getting murdered sounds better than me singing;” She then blinked and looked at Becky, seemingly her normal self. "Oh well. May I have more food and another beer now?" Becky laughed in relief and nodded. No trauma seemed to affect Nanu for too long. She always had food and fucking to retreat to. She ordered more hot wings, knowing Nanu felt she had even more to prove now. An hour later. "So you seemed like you had a good time, hmm?" Becky mentioned as she drove north on the Gardiner, taking them home. It was quite dark out, and she hoped against hope that Nanu wouldn't be up all night in the bathroom, or that she wanted to stay awake and fuck, because Becky had to work in the morning. "I did, Mistress," Nanu replied, nodding as she sat in her seat. She wasn't turned sideways with her face plastered to the window, watching the world race by. In fact, she was sitting rather placidly, her eyes somewhat unfocused. "And the food was all so good. And I think I'm drunk." Becky smiled. "We'll deal with that when we get home. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. Should we do it again?" "Can we?" Nanu gasped in delight, seemingly excited. "Let's do it every night!" "Not every night," laughed the blonde. "I can't afford to go out to eat and drink every night. But if you're good, maybe we'll make a treat of it once a week. There are lots of other places to try as well." "As long as assholes don't make fun of me for singing," Nanu sniffed, determined to not get over being impugned. "I hope they dumped him behind the building and people walking by just put their dicks in his mouth while he was sleeping." Becky smirked. Nanu clearly had a vengeful streak in her. Not that she blamed her, mind. Nanu had to simply watch while Becky meted out the punishment. She doubted Nanu was capable of inflicting any real damage on people who slighted her. "Do you think you can teach me to drive this beast, Mistress?" the tiny woman asked. "That's a long way off, honey," Becky replied. Hell, she doubted Nanu could see over the dashboard and reach the pedals at the same time. "Let's conquer walking properly in running shoes before moving on to wheeled death machines, shall we?" Nanu huffed and crossed her arms, looking put out. "I wouldn't run down THAT many people;” she muttered. Becky's home, half an hour later. They managed to close the front door behind them before they fell to their knees, arms wrapped around one another and kissing hungrily. They moaned as they began removing their clothes, swallowing each other's tongues. Earlier, Becky had hoped to make it through the night without any romantic interludes because she had to work tomorrow, but in the car, Nanu had started being naughty, reaching over and rubbing Becky's crotch or fondling her tits. It also didn't help when she shimmied down her jeans and began fingering her cunt, teasing Becky and nearly causing her to drift off the road more than once. A trucker had cruised by them, looking down at them from his cab. Nanu had lifted her shirt to show off her tits, as well as stroking her nether lips plainly for him to see. He'd honked his horn loudly in approval, despite the late hour. And Becky was obviously hornier than she'd been willing to admit, and she couldn't even blame it on alcohol, since she'd only had two beers and one cosmopolitan. No, she just wanted to fuck, and Nanu

Heute vor 222 Jahren (am 21. November 1803) wurde der Schinderhannes hingerichtet. Dieser Räuber gilt als der »Robin Hood des Hunsrücks«. Seine kriminelle Karriere begann er im Alter von 15 Jahren. Seinem Lehrherren stahl er sechs Kalbs­fel­le und ei­ne Kuh­haut. Da­für er­hielt er ei­ne öf­fent­li­che Prü­gel­stra­fe. Das hielt ihn aber nicht von wei­te­ren Straftaten ab. Mit gerade einmal 25 Jahren wurde er unter dem Fallbeil hingerichtet.Schinderhannes nannte man den jungen Hannes Bückler wegen seiner Tätigkeit als Abdecker bzw. Schinder. Diese waren für die Beseitigung toter Tiere zuständig. Schinder verwerteten Tierkadaver so weit wie möglich: Denn Hörner, Häute, Hufeisen ließen sich weiterverkaufen. Fett, Talg und Knochen ließen sich zu Kerzen, Seife oder Leim weiterverarbeiten. Ein verendendes Tier nannte man damals Luder, und Tierkadaver wurden als Schindluder bezeichnet. »Mit jemandem Schindluder treiben« bedeutet also: »Jemanden abfällig wie ein nutzloses Aas behandeln, das sich aber noch für eigene Zwecke ausschlachten lässt.«Ähnliches Schindluder trieb man bei der Hinrichtung von Jesus Christus: Ihn, den Herrn der Herrlichkeit, hängte man zwischen zwei Schwerverbrecher, als sei er ihr Rädelsführer. Vorher zog man ihm seine Kleider aus, um seine letzte Habseligkeit zu verwerten. Das ganze geschah vor aller Augen, denn Golgatha lag an einer Hauptstraße. »Die Vorübergehenden lästerten über ihn« (Matthäus 27,39). Das kaltblütig-abschätzige Würfelspiel seiner Henker wurde schon Jahrhunderte zuvor geweissagt und erfüllte sich präzise: »Sie schauen und sehen mich an; sie teilen meine Kleider unter sich, und über mein Gewand werfen sie das Los« (Psalm 22,18-19).Andreas FettDiese und viele weitere Andachten online lesenWeitere Informationen zu »Leben ist mehr« erhalten Sie unter www.lebenistmehr.deAudioaufnahmen: Radio Segenswelle

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Die Themen: Binge Drinking sorgt für Erfolg im Leben; Gavin Newsom bei der COP30; Warum die Demokraten beim Shutdown nachgegeben haben; Forscher finden heraus, wie man sich gegen übergriffige Möwen verteidigt; Russische Medien in Sorge wegen AfD; Streit vor dem Koalitionsausschuss und eine Kuh findet bei Schafen ihr Glück Host der heutigen Folge ist Markus Feldenkirchen (DER SPIEGEL). Du möchtest mehr über unsere Werbepartner erfahren? Hier findest du alle Infos & Rabatte: https://linktr.ee/ApokalypseundFilterkaffee

Der spannendste Moment in jeder Podcast-Folge ist immer der Anruf bei der Nummer, die uns als letztes eine Nachricht per Whatsapp ins Studio geschickt hat. Absolut unplanbar und immer überraschend. Schon so oft haben wir dabei aus Zufall mit Menschen gesprochen, die wahnsinnig spannende Jobs, Hobbies oder Ideen haben. Manchmal erreichen wir aber auch Leute, die gar nicht mit uns sprechen wollen. Dann ist es eben schnell wieder vorbei. In dieser Folge sprechen wir mit Katrin - und es wird für immer eins der spannendsten, lustigsten und auch bemerkenswertesten Gespräche bleiben - denn Katrin arbeitet als Tatort-Reinigerin! Des Weiteren sprechen Jan und Karsten aber auch über einen geplanten Trickbetrug, der zwar nach einem todsicheren Ding klang, aber dann doch gehörig schief ging. Und es geht um die Kuh, die gar nicht Rambo, sondern Mücke heißt - die Geschichte aus dem letzten Podcast kommt nämlich zu einem Happy End. 29:59 ist der Podcast, der sich wöchentlich mit spannenden Themen aus dem Sendegebiet des Radiosenders "die neue welle" auseinandersetzt. Unterhaltsame und manchmal auch sehr kuriose Geschichten, die im Radio nur kurz oder gar nicht vorkommen. Dies ist Folge: 305.

Die Mär von furzenden Klimakuh – warum Methan kein Monster ist Kaum ein Tier wurde in den vergangenen Jahren so dämonisiert wie die Kuh. Ihr wird vorgeworfen, mit jedem Rülpser das Klima zu zerstören. Dabei ist das Bild von der „furzenden Klimakuh“ wissenschaftlich falsch und politisch überzeichnet. Methan entsteht bei der Verdauung von Pflanzenfasern durch Mikroben im Pansen – ein natürlicher Prozess, der seit Millionen Jahren existiert und den Kohlenstoffkreislauf stabil hält. Die Kuh „produziert“ also kein neues Treibhausgas, sie setzt nur frei, was das Gras zuvor der Luft entzogen hat. Trotzdem soll nun ein Zusatzmittel namens Bovaer Abhilfe schaffen. Es blockiert im Pansen der Kuh das Enzym, das Methan freisetzt, und senkt so die Emissionen um ein Drittel. Doch Kühe sollen bereits erkrankt im Stall umgefallen sein, Verbraucher kippen die Milch dieser Kühe in den Ausguss. Ungeprüft gingen diese Märchen durch Medien. Dabei entsteht Methan nicht zufällig, sondern erfüllt im Pansen eine Funktion: Es entfernt Wasserstoff, der bei der Fermentation entsteht. Wird dieser Weg blockiert, muss der Stoffwechsel andere, teils instabilere Umwege gehen. Die Euphorie über das „klimafreundliche Rind“ blendet aus, dass Methan ein kurzlebiges Gas ist, das sich nach rund zwölf Jahren von selbst abbaut. Seine Konzentration bleibt stabil, solange Tierzahlen und Futterbasis gleichbleiben. Von einer „Erschöpfung des Klimabudgets“ kann also keine Rede sein. Methan ist Teil des natürlichen Atems der Erde – von Sümpfen, Mooren, Böden und Tieren. Ein TE Wecker über Methan, Mikroben und Missverständnisse – die Wahrheit über die Kuh als Klimasünderin. Webseite: https://www.tichyseinblick.de

Da erfüllst Du Dir Deinen lang gehegten Traum von einem Stuttgarter Luxus-SUV und kriegst das Ding endlich geliefert, merkst aber schnell das irgendwas nicht stimmt. Für 100.000 Euro sollte es beim Bremsen nicht unbedingt nach angebranntem Holz riechen. Was hier schief gelaufen ist, erzählt Euch Jan in unsere neusten Podcast-Folge. Karsten hingegen hat schon seinen nächsten Urlaub geplant: Mit dem Nachtzug nach Malmö. Ab April rollt die Direktverbindung von Baden nach Skandinavien und Karsten weiß schon genau, was er dort alles machen würde. Und in einem kleinen Ort mit dem wunderschönen Namen Mückenloch bei Heidelberg ist gerade eine Kuh dem Schlachter von der Schlachtbank gehüpft und seitdem auf der Flucht. Ab und zu wurde sie von Fußgängern im Wald gesichtet, konnte aber bisher nicht mehr eingefangen werden. Der Versuch sich selbst als Schaf zu tarnen ist ihr aber misslungen. Wie die Kuh nun zu einem Symbol für Freiheit und Frieden werden könnte, ist ebenfalls ein großes Thema in dieser Folge. 29:59 ist der Podcast, der sich wöchentlich mit spannenden Themen aus dem Sendegebiet des Radiosenders "die neue welle" auseinandersetzt. Unterhaltsame und manchmal auch sehr kuriose Geschichten, die im Radio nur kurz oder gar nicht vorkommen. Dies ist Folge: 304.

Q.「Patternの発音、どの音を伸ばす？」Patern実はこの回答、何と51%が間違っていました。これはいかんと思ったので、今回、この英語の「伸ばす音」について詳しく解説します！Today we'll be focusing on how to pronounce stressed syllables, so that you'll be able to clearly express what you really mean.ストレスは「伸ばす音」はい、今から皆さんが大きく勘違いしているところを言います。もうストレスやアクセントは「強調」と思わないでください！今日から「ストレスは一番伸ばす音」と言う風に覚え直してください。Patternの発音は、Paを強く言って「Pa terrrrrn」じゃなく、Paを伸ばして「Paaaa trn」ですColorの発音は、Coを強く言って「Kuh lerrrrrr」じゃなく、Coを伸ばして「Kuhhhhh lr」ですちょっと大袈裟にやってますが、しかしこれが英語のストレスの発音のコツです。Color patternsは、「タター・タターン」ってリズムじゃなく「タータ・タータ」ってリズムです。Lures with a lot of different color patternsだったら、/Loooo rz witha Lahhhh dv Deeee fren Kuhhhh lr Paaaaa tnz/ってリズムになります。はい、本日もご視聴ありがとうございました！っていう位、もう話は完結してしまったんですけど(笑)上級者でも発音は無知この発音の基礎中の基礎となる「ストレス」に関して、英語上級者の半数ほどが勘違いしていると言う事実。どう受け止めますか？というのも、このチャンネルの視聴者層ってかなりレベル高めなんですね。海外在住の日本人や、仕事で英語を使っている人などが多いみたいです。でも「ストレス」が「伸ばす音」だってことは、誰も教えてくれないわけです。ストレスはあくまで「強勢・強調」であり、それは音を「強く」発音することだと誰もが解釈するわけですから。もちろん学校でもそう教えます。「強く」発音するのだと。しかし実際の英語を聞くと、そうじゃない事がわかります。誰も「Kuh lerrr - Pa terrrnz」のように発音していないわけですから。ほぼ例外なく、ストレス音節を一番長く発音していることは確かです。そして、発音を教える時も、「強く」ではなく、「長く」という風に説明すると、より発音が自然になっていきます。ネイティブ的には、そこにリズム的なアクセントを置いて話している感覚だけみたいで、特に伸ばすという意識はないようですが、私たち日本人からすると明らかにストレス音節を「伸ばして」いるのです。音楽的に説明すると「だかだかだかだか」という同じ長さの音を並べるのではなく、「ダーカダッカ・ダーカダッカ」というふうに少しスウィングする感じです。アメリカ英語は特にそうです。ストレス音節とは？ではここまでの説明に度々登場した「ストレス」や「音節」というワードをもう少し詳しく説明します。要するに英語を話す時に「どういった単語のどの部分にストレスを置くのか？」という話です。音節（シラブル）って何？検索するとだいたいこんな感じの答えが得られます。「母音を一つ含む音のかたまり」でもこれじゃピンときませんよね？この説明で理解できるのは、英語の先生、音楽の先生、英語マニアくらいだと思います。例えば日本語を一語一句はっきり発音してみてください。「はっ・き・り・は・つ・おん・し・ま・しょう」この一つ一つの音が音節です。Pattern だと /pa-tern/ という２音節となりColor だと /kuh ler/ という２音節で発音されますそれぞれ１つずつ母音を含んでいますよね。ではこのフレーズを一語一句はっきり発音してみましょう。There're a lot of different color patterns./their uh laht ahv di fer run kuh ler pa ternz/これが音節単位の発音です。ちなみに、different は /di frent/ と２音節で発音されることも多い単語です。There'reも/their ar/と発音すると２音節できるし、１音節に省略して/their/となったりもします。このように単語も省略されたりして音節が少なくなることもあります。次に「ストレス音節」というワードですが、これは文中でアクセントを置く「音節」のことです。英語でいうと「stressed syllable」です。これが一般的に使われているワードです。これは「内容語」と呼ばれる要するに、意味を持つ単語におかれます。There're a lot of different color patterns.そして単語には決まったストレス音節があります。differentだと/di/がストレス。これは単語ごとに決まっています。/their uh laht ahv di fer run kuh ler pa ternz/この太字の箇所が「ストレス音節」です。フレーズ単位で発音する時は、ここを「伸ばして発音」するわけです。There're a lot of different color patterns./their uh laht ahv di fer run kuh ler pa ternz/どうですか？仕組みは何となく理解できましたか？要するに今日一番伝えたかったボトムラインは「このストレス音節を伸ばして発音するんだ！」ということです。そうすれば日本人特有のブツ切れ発音も多少は改善されます。ちなみに、ストレスが置かれなかった単語（there, a, of）は機能語と言って、その名の通り、何かの単語と組み合わせることで意味が生まれる類の機能的な役割を持つ単語です。ストレス発音応用練習理屈が何となくわかったなら、量をこなしてパターンを自分なりに落とし込んでいきましょう。これが理解できると、このような結果にはならないんじゃないかと思います。The surprising habits of original thinkershttps://www.ted.com/dubbing/adam_grant_the_surprising_habits_of_original_thinkers/And they ended up 「彼らはこうなった」naming the company「会社の名前」 Warby Parker.「ワービー・パーカー」They sell glasses online. 「ネットでメガネ売ってる」They were recently recognized「彼らは最近こう認知されている」 as the world's most innovative company「世界で最も革新的な会社」 and valued at over a billion dollars. 「時価総額は１０００億円超え」And now? My wife handles our investments.「だから今我が家の投資は妻がやっている」Why was I so wrong?「私の何がいけなかったのか？」

In den ersten 30 Tagen nach der Kalbung entscheidet sich, wie gesund und leistungsfähig eine Kuh bleibt – und die Ursache vieler Krankheiten liegt schon im Trockenstand. In dieser Folge spreche ich mit Anne-Marie Decker von Cowmanager darüber, wie du diese kritische Phase besser im Blick behältst – mithilfe von Daten, die zeigen, was im Stall wirklich passiert. Wir sprechen über:

In Indien gilt die Kuh als heiliges Tier. Ihre Verehrung hat tiefe Wurzeln im kulturellen, aber auch im wirtschaftlichen Leben - denn seit Jahrtausenden spielen Kühe hier eine bedeutende Rolle. Eine Reportage von Antje Stiebitz. Von Antje Stiebitz.

In dieser Folge erfährst du, warum moderne Sensortechnik längst mehr als nur „Kuhüberwachung“ ist – Sie kann dich dabei unterstützt, Krankheiten früher zu erkennen und deine Arbeit im Stall effizienter zu gestalten. Christian spricht mit Alexander Stelljes, ehemaligem Herdenmanager bei Benninghoff Milchenergie (1.200 Kühe, 14.500 kg Milchleistung) und seit 2025 Teil des Teams von CowManager. Er erzählt, wie er als Quereinsteiger zum echten Kuhmenschen wurde – und was ihn an der digitalen Herdenüberwachung begeistert. Du erfährst,

Wenn Du deinen Chef kacke findest, dein Produkt auch – und deine Kollegen dich nerven? Kündige. Jetzt. In dieser Folge sprechen Stefan und Alex über die drei Dinge, die ein Job haben muss, damit Du drin bleibst – und warum zu viele sich trotzdem durch ihren Arbeitsalltag schleppen. Es geht um toxische Chefs, ehrliche Kündigungsstories (inkl. Nintendo und Gameboy!) und um das eine Provisionsmodell, das mehr wert war als ein Lotto-Gewinn. Und ja, auch Babyklamotten vom Flohmarkt, 17-Millionen-Euro-Jahresgehälter und Burberry-Pullis für Kleinkinder kommen drin vor. Eine Folge über Werte, Wachstum – und die Wahrheit hinter „Ich mach das halt wegen dem Geld“. „Du kannst alt werden wie 'ne Kuh – und lernst trotzdem noch was dazu.“

66 Folgen, da fängt der Podcast doch erst an! Wir quatschen ziemlich viel am Anfang, auch über H5P. Dann haben wir zwei schöne Paper mit praktisch anwendbaren Ergebnissen eine Fundgrube, Veranstaltungstipps und noch eine tolle Weltverbesserungsidee - wie passend, du kämpfst wie eine Kuh! Häh?

Wer über Land fährt, kommt sehr wahrscheinlich an einem vorbei: an einem Hühnermobil. Vor mehr als 20 Jahren hat ein Paar aus Nordhessen die rollenden Ställe erfunden. Denn der Auslauf der Hühner war nach zwei Wochen kahlgefressen, die Tiere wurden krank, weil sie sich durch Kot und Pfützen infizierten. Da war klar: Der Stall muss rollen. Wie hat sich die Idee verbreitet und was bringt es den Tieren tatsächlich? Sind Hühnermobil der Garant für Eier von glücklichen Hühnern? Landwirtin Maja Mogwitz und Stadtkind Kuhlage haben Friederike Schierholz aus Eydelstedt aus dem Landkreis Diepholz zu Gast. Sie hat drei Hühnermobile, die sie über ihre Acker zieht. In der Folge erzählt sie von anfänglichen Schwierigkeiten und Herausforderungen; aber auch von ihren glücklichen Hühnern und leckeren Eiern. Mehr Infos zum Thema: https://www.lwk-niedersachsen.de/lwk/kaba/1110_Mobile_Haltungssysteme_in_der_Legehennenhaltung https://www.bmleh.de/SharedDocs/FAQs/DE/faq-haltungLegehennen-BioeierTierschutz/FAQ-haltungLegehennen-BioeierTierschutz_List.html Hier geht es zur 63 Hektar Folge zum Thema Agroforst: https://www.ardaudiothek.de/episode/urn:ard:episode:267e6745fc83d313/ Majas Landwort "Bürzeldrüse" bei Minute 2:50. Macht mit bei der "63 Hektar Umfrage": https://www.ndr.de/ndr1niedersachsen/landwirtschaftspodcast-63-hektar-ihre-meinung,umfragehektar-102.html Habt Ihr Themenvorschläge? Dann schreibt uns an 63hektar@ndr.de Die Folgen im Überblick: https://www.ardaudiothek.de/sendung/63-hektar-der-landwirtschafts-podcast-von-ndr-niedersachsen/94507048/ Podcast-Tipp: "Du kluge Kuh" von RadioWissen https://www.ardaudiothek.de/episode/urn:ard:episode:e7def0493eb05495/

Robbe, Kuh, Kolosseum – auf der Karte gern gesehen, aber selbst schreiben? Eher selten. Stefan Schlegel hat in Freiburg nachgefragt, wie's wirklich aussieht mit der Postkartenliebe.

Tief in den Bauch atmen – klingt erstmal gesund, oder? In dieser Podcast-Episode erfährst du, warum die oft empfohlene tiefe Bauchatmung dir bei Heiserkeit, Nervosität oder Lampenfieber nicht wirklich hilft – und warum sie deine Stimme sogar zusätzlich belasten kann.Stimmtrainerin Antje Langnickel erklärt, warum sich so viele Menschen auf das Einatmen konzentrieren, obwohl es beim Sprechen eigentlich um etwas ganz anderes geht: den Ausatem. Du lernst, wie übermäßiges Einatmen den Atemdruck erhöht, die Stimme enger macht und zu noch mehr Anspannung führt – gerade dann, wenn du vor Menschen sprichst.Außerdem bekommst du eine einfache Soforthilfe aus dem Vocal-Resilience-Training: die Fusselübung. Damit kannst du deine Stimme sofort entlasten und wieder frei, klar und tragfähig klingen lassen – ganz ohne tiefe Bauchatmung.Perfekt für alle, die viel sprechen, präsentieren oder regelmäßig mit Heiserkeit, Nervosität oder Lampenfieber kämpfen.SHOWNOTES:

„Du kannst alt werden wie 'ne Kuh – und lernst trotzdem noch dazu.“ Diese Folge ist ein Plädoyer für frischen Geist, hungrige Haltung und die Kraft von guter Energie. Alex erzählt von einem jungen Verkäufer, der im Training sofort abliefert – und alle feiern ihn wie beim Champions-League-Finale. Stefan kontert mit der „Kuh-Philosophie“ und fragt: Warum fällt es vielen so schwer, Neues wirklich umzusetzen? Es geht um Trainingslust vs. Trainingsfrust, Altersstolz, schlechte Zähne, Peloton-Zerrungen und die Magie von Gruppenpower. Und ja, es wird mal wieder emotional und ziemlich ehrlich: Wer bist Du im Vertrieb – Micha oder der Typ, der's eh schon alles weiß? „Jeder kriegt den Kunden, den er verdient.“

Es ist die heiligste Kuh, die man in der Szene schlachten kann: die Metalkutte. Denn dazu haben die allermeisten Leute eine starke Meinung. Entweder wird sie gehasst, verlacht beziehungsweise als überkommenes Relikt wahrgenommen oder ist das wichtigste Utensil, was ein Metalhead am Körper tragen kann. Jedoch gibt es selbst zwischen den Kuttenträgern sehr unterschiedliche Meinungen dazu, wie man mit seiner Weste umgehen sollte. Wir wollen dazu heute einen Rundumschlag liefern. Kapitel 00:00 Einleitung 00:50 Getränkepodcast 05:13 Blackest Path Event-Tipp 06:25 Battle of the Boars 2025 Live-Review 14:23 Bandshirts der Woche 17:03 Kommentare kommentiert 31:00 Hauptthema Erwähnte Alben Exodus - Bonded By Blood Traitor - Knee-deep in the Dead Curse Of Khatru - Curse Of Khatru Kreator - Enemy Of God Death - Leprosy Iron Maiden - Somewhere in Time Iron Maiden - Fear of the Dark Judas Priest - British Steel Midnight - Satanic Royalty Links Der Metal Sack: https://youtu.be/w_lCZNX7N7E?si=1hRxlnc3rtDoTfIK Der Dunkle Parabelritter: https://youtu.be/8Sbh2-ex_QE?si=TIWfU80kfU7Rw5UO ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ More Metal to find at http://totgehoert.com ...on Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/totgehoert ...on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Totgehoert ...on X (Twitter): https://twitter.com/totgehoert?lang=de ...on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/totgehoert/

Dies ist die Geschichte einer Verwandlung. Aus einer egozentrischen, stets unzufriedenen Prinzessin wird ein achtsames Kind, das erlebt, wie erfüllend es ist, sich für eine Sache Mühe zu geben. Denn der Gärtner will einfach nicht zugeben, dass das eine schöne Kuh ist auf dem neuesten Bild der vielseitig begabten kleinen Prinzessin. Empört lässt sie ihn ins Verlies werfen. Bis er zugibt, dass sie richtig toll malen kann! Nach dem gleichnamigen Bilderbuch im Klett Kinderbuch-Verlag. Von Marcus Sauermann &Uwe Heidschötter.

Liebe Wunderbar-Together-Crew, es ist Halbzeit bei unserem Sommer-Special und wir sagen Prost zu einem Amerikaner, der sich an die heilige Kuh der Germans getraut hat: Bier! Gleich zwei Brauerei-Gaststätten hat Brian Trauth in den vergangenen Jahren in Berlin eröffnet.

Petutschnig Hons ist auch heute mit kuriosen Polit-News am Start. Etwa mit einem Update zum Ex-Finanzminister Grasser, der bald mit der Fußfessel in seiner Villa hocken darf – Hausarrest mit Alpenblick und WLAN. Währenddessen debattiert die Regierung über Inflation. In Österreich heißt das: Zwei Tage chillige „Klausur“, bisschen reden, viel PowerPoint. In Hinblick auf den tragischen Vorfall, bei dem kürzlich ein älterer Wanderer von einer Kuh angegriffen wurde und starb, appelliert Hons: Lasst die Kühe in Ruhe! Und: wäre es nicht denkbar, angesichts der Gefahr manche Almen für Wanderer zu sperren? Hons Petutschnigs Schmäh ist ab sofort auch in Buchform verfügbar! https://www.petutschnig-hons.at/product/das-leben-ist-kein-bauernhof/

Kommunizieren Politiker gegenüber der Öffentlichkeit mit einer weit offenen Hintertür, gilt es, hellhörig zu sein. Gerade hat das Bundeskabinett einem Gesetzesentwurf für den „neuen Wehrdienst“ grünes Licht gegeben. Anders gesagt: Wehrdienst ja, Wehrpflicht nein. Ist damit die Kuh vom Eis? Nein, denn eine Formulierung ist im Zusammenhang mit dem Gesetzesvorstoß immer wieder zu hören:

Füttern per Roboter? In dieser Folge geht's um die automatische Fütterung mit Lely. Landwirt Lukas erzählt, warum er umgestellt hat, wie die Technik ihren Alltag verändert hat – und wo sie heute echte Vorteile sieht. Ein Lely-Experte erklärt außerdem, wie das System funktioniert, was es mit der „Futterküche“ auf sich hat und wie sich Ration, Futteraufnahme und Arbeitszeit verändern. Ob mehr Ruhe im Tagesablauf, weniger Dieselverbrauch oder eine bessere Grundfutteraufnahme - wir sprechen über echte Erfahrungen und geben Einblicke aus der Praxis.

Das Freiburger Startup Senara stellt Kuhmilch her - ganz ohne Kuh. Im Labor werden tierische Zellen in einer Nährlösung gezüchtet und im Bioreaktor zu echter Milch vermehrt. Biochemisch entspricht sie klassischer Kuhmilch, jedoch ohne Tierleid und mit geringerem ökologischem Fußabdruck. Ziel des jungen Unternehmens: Bis 2030 die erste Million Liter Labor-Milch produzieren und so eine nachhaltige Alternative zur herkömmlichen Milch anbieten. Wie soll das funktionieren und wie kommt das bei den Menschen an? Darüber sprechen wir mit Senara-Gründerin Svenja Dannewitz."Startup - jetzt ganz ehrlich" - der Podcast mit Janna Linke. Auf RTL+ und überall, wo es Podcasts gibt: Amazon Music, Apple Podcasts, Spotify, RSS-Feed.Unsere allgemeinen Datenschutzrichtlinien finden Sie unter https://datenschutz.ad-alliance.de/podcast.html Wir verarbeiten im Zusammenhang mit dem Angebot unserer Podcasts Daten. Wenn Sie der automatischen Übermittlung der Daten widersprechen wollen, klicken Sie hier: https://datenschutz.ad-alliance.de/podcast.htmlUnsere allgemeinen Datenschutzrichtlinien finden Sie unter https://art19.com/privacy. Die Datenschutzrichtlinien für Kalifornien sind unter https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info abrufbar.

Ein Zuhause kann vieles sein: Es kann ein Haus, ein besonderer Ort oder auch die Lieblingsmenschen sein. Auch Jolanda hat ein ganz außergewöhnliches Zuhause, denn sie wohnt mit ihrer Familie in einem Baumhaus. Wie das aussieht und wie Jolanda dort mit ihrer Familie lebt, schaut sich Jana bei ihrem Besuch an. Wer hätte gedacht, dass oben zwischen den Baumkronen sogar eine Kuh lebt?!

+++ Bad Sulza: Autofahrerin erfasst Kind nach Ausstieg aus Bus +++ A4: Raser mit 225 km/h erwischt +++ Gera: Kühe auf der Straße +++ Ilmenau: Kind wirft Stein auf Auto +++

「曖昧母音が分からない、音声変化や脱落が聞き取れない」これらは全て「英語のリズム」を理解することで解決できます！トピック紹介皆さんこんにちは、発音ディレクターDr. Dです。英語の発音には日本語には存在しない様々な要素が含まれます。例えば、短く曖昧に発音される母音（曖昧母音）、音がつながるときに起こる音声変化、また音が脱落するリダクションなど。これらが原因でネイティブの発音が聞き取れないことが多いわけです。今回はこれらを全て「英語のリズム」を理解することによって解決していきたいと思います。発音記号通りに発音しない英語英語はスペルや、また発音記号通りに発音されないことが多々あります。これはフレーズ全体を滑らかにつないで発音するために、音を変化させているからです。例えば次の様なケースがあります。・母音の曖昧化（曖昧母音）He is at school/heez ut skool/Classify/kla suh fai/・単語同士をつなぐ（リンキング）Take away/tei kuh wei/Take that/tei(k) tha(t)/・Tの変化（音声変化）Get it on/ge di daan/I want to do/uh wah nuh doo/・音が脱落する（リダクション）One of those people is…/wuh nuh thouz/Probably/Praab li/こういった音の変化が起こり、しかも速く発音されると日本人にとってはなかなか簡単に聞き取ることはできません。なので、あらかじめこういった発音の変化を知って、自分でも発音できる様にしておくことで徐々にパターンが読める様になり、聞き取れる様になってきます。そのためにはまず、英語のリズムを先に理解しておくことで、これら音の変化のパターンを全て包括的に理解することができます。英語はリズムで話す言語まず第一に知っておかなければならないこと。英語は “Stress-Timed Language”と呼ばれており、これは「ストレスで拍をとる言語」だということです。拍というのはリズムの単位のことです。簡単にいうと、「タン・タン・タン」とリズムをとると、それは３拍ということになります。「I'm coming right away」と発音すると、３拍で発音したことになります。これが拍です。手拍子は手で拍を取る動作です。英語はストレスと呼ばれる強調する音節を、この「拍」で捉えます。「I'm coming right away」というフレーズだと「com, right, way」の部分がストレスとなります。ストレスは意味が強い言葉に置かれ、単語の中のストレスの位置は決まっています。例えば、awayは /uh wei/ と２音節で発音されますが、/wei/ の音節がストレスです。このようにストレスでリズムをとるように発音すると、強い音と弱い音が交互に発音される感じになり、フレーズで発音した時に「リズミカルな発音」が生まれるわけです。Where are you?/wer AR yuh/I'm coming right away./um KUH min RAI da WEI/I'll be there in a minute./ul BEE ther na MI nut/母音の曖昧化英語を発音する時は、ストレスで声を張ったら脱力して、声を張ったら脱力しての繰り返しです。HAH ha HAH ha HAHこの「ha」の弱い音が曖昧母音になります。I'm coming right away./um KUH min RAI da WEI/ストレスが置かれない音節が曖昧化する感じです。この母音は特定の母音の音とかではなく、ただの脱力した声です。曖昧母音のエクササイズこの曖昧母音を出す感覚を、リズムで発音することで感じとってみましょう。同じ母音を強弱で発音して「はっきりした母音」と「曖昧な母音」を交互に発音します。ルール１、全体を一息で発音ルール２、脱力しながら弱音へ向かう(1) TAH ka TAH ka TAH kaTalk about itI'd like to talk about it.(2) BAH ta BAH ta BAH taI bought itI bought a lot of bottles.どうですか？母音が曖昧化するネイティブの発音感覚が少し分かりましたか？単語同士をつなぐリンキングリンキングに関しても英語のリズムが深く関わっています。例えば「Take it out」と発音する時も、全体を一息で「Take(強) it(弱) out(強)」のように強弱のリズムで発音します。このように発音すると自然と音がリンクしませんか？Take it out/TEI kih DAU(t)/これをカタカナ発音で発音すると「Take(強) it(強) out(強)」となってしまい抑揚がなくなってしまいます。Tの変化（音声変化）そして滑らかな抑揚を描くために、引っかかりやすい音を軽く濁らせて発音することがあります。これの代表的なのがFlap Tと呼ばれる「Tの変化」です。「Take it out」と発音する時、it の /t/ が弱い /d/ の音に変化しています。そうすることで滑らかに音をつないでいるわけです。この時に舌の位置は /t/ のままですが、少し弱く濁らせて発音しています。リンキングのエクササイズこの音声変化には色んなパターンがありますが、感覚は全て同じで、流れを出来るだけ止めないように、弱く濁らせて発音した結果、少し音が変化しています。(1) Get it/GE dih/Get it out of your mind/GE di DAU duv yer MAIND/(2) Wanted/WAH neh/I wanted to do that/uh WAH ne duh DOO thut/音が脱落する（リダクション）さらに英語は音が変化するだけでなく、そもそも脱落してしまう発音もあります。これがリダクションと呼ばれる現象です。One of those people/WUH na thouz/** of の /f/ が脱落している **Probably/PRAAB li/** 連続する /b/ が1つになっている **結局、これも英語のリズムなんです。ストレスが置かれる音節で拍をとり、それ以外の部分はスムーズに流れるように、少し省略されているに過ぎません。リダクションのエクササイズストレス音節に挟まれた、弱い発音が省略される感覚を感じてみましょう。(1) How's it going?/HAU zi GOU in/** it の /t/, または it そのものが省略されている **(2) I'm going to go grab some food before we get going./uh ma na gou/** going の /g/ が直前の m に吸収されている **(3) Where did you get that?/WER ju GEH/** did you が同化して /ju/ になっている **(4) I want to catch them right away./uh wa na KYAch em/** them の /th/ が脱落している **まとめというわけで今回は日本人にとって英語の聞き取りにくい要素となる、母音の曖昧化、リンキングや音声変化、音の脱落などの例を取り上げました。これらは結局ストレスを置いてリズミカルに発音した場合、自然とそのようになるといった感覚なんですね。どれだけ省略しても、ストレスがしっかりとリズムの軸となり発音されているから通じ合えているわけです。日本語は全ての音節を平坦に発音する言語なので、このストレスを置いてリズミカルに発音する感覚を得ることはそう簡単ではないかも知れません。しかし、こういった仕組みを理解して発音練習を２、３ヶ月も繰り返していけば、きっと感覚が掴めてくるはずです。そしてこの感覚が分かるとネイティブ発音がより鮮明に聞こえる様になります。そうすると動画を真似るコピーイングやシャドーイングの練習がちゃんとできる様になります。もし、自分ではどうしようもなければ、ドクターDイングリッシュでトレーナーをつけて少しの間やってみてください。きっとブレイクスルーできるはずです。応援していますので頑張って！それではまた来週お会いしましょう！

Aber es hätte schlimmer kommen können, meint dennoch die europäische PresseEin Standpunkt von Hermann Ploppa.„Es kann gefährlich sein, ein Feind Amerikas zu sein; aber Amerikas Freund zu sein ist tödlich.“ (Henry A. Kissinger) Es gab da mal einen Volldeppen mit Namen Hans. Dieser Hans hatte sieben Jahre geschuftet wie ein Ackergaul. Dann hörte er auf zu arbeiten und ließ sich auszahlen. Er bekam einen Goldklumpen in der Größe eines Kopfes als Lohn. Und wie er so des Weges geht, begegnet ihm ein Mann mit einem Pferd. Hans tauscht seinen Goldklumpen gegen das Pferd. An der nächsten Ecke steht ein Mann mit einer Kuh. Hans tauscht das Pferd gegen eine Kuh. Dann begegnet Hans einem Mann mit einem Schwein. Hans tauscht die Kuh gegen das Schwein. Dann tauscht Hans das Schwein gegen eine Gans. Schließlich und endlich tauscht Hans die Gans gegen einen Schleifstein plus einem gewöhnlichen Feldstein. Und als Hans sich über einen Brunnen beugt, fallen ihm die Steine in den Brunnen. Nun ist Hans froh, denn er muss ja keine Lasten mehr tragen. Und er ruft erfreut aus: „Ich besitze nichts. Ich habe keine Privatsphäre, und ich bin glücklich dabei!“Ich weiß nicht, wie es Ihnen beim Anhören dieses Märchens der Gebrüder Grimm geht. Mir jedenfalls kräuseln sich die Fußnägel bei so viel Dummheit. Natürlich finden sich auch immer wieder Feingeister, die da etwas von „weiser buddhistischer Entsagung“ säuseln. Meine Meinung ist: Was hätte man mit dem kopfgroßen Goldklumpen nicht alles Gutes machen können!Und das Schlimmste, meine Damen und Herren, ist: dieses Märchen vom bekloppten Hans im Glück ist jetzt grausige Realität geworden. Nur dass der Protagonist nicht Hans, sondern Ursula heißt. Und der in sieben Jahren mühsam erknechtete Goldklumpen gehört eigentlich den Bürgern der Europäischen Gemeinschaft und nicht der tumben Ursula. Europas Demütigung im Golfressort Turnberry Da pilgerten die europäischen Vasallenknechte zu ihrem Lehnsherren Donald. Den hatten sie jahrelang verachtet und bis zu seiner Amtseinführung auch oft geschmäht. Doch jetzt üben sie sich in der antiken Selbsterniedrigung, der Proskynese. In Proskynese steckt das Wort „Hund“ drin. Die Untertanen der antiken Despoten näherten sich ihrem Herrn am standesgemäßesten auf allen Vieren. Ursula und ihr Gefolge dackelten zu König Donald, und zwar zu dessen Golfklub Turnberry in Schottland.Kurz und schlecht und zudem schon oft berichtet: die von keinem Volk gewählten selbsternannten Führer der Europäischen Gemeinheit stimmten zu, dass die USA ab dem 1. August dieses Jahres auf Importe aus der EU in den Schlüsselbranchen wie Automobil oder Chemie einen Zoll von 15 Prozent erheben. Aluminium und Stahl aus der EU werden weiterhin mit 50 Prozent Einfuhrzoll belegt. Zudem willigte Ursula im Glück ein, dass die EU in den nächsten fünf Jahren Öl und Fracking-Gas aus den USA im Wert von 750 Milliarden Dollar einkauft. 250 Milliarden Dollar für Umweltdreck in jedem Jahr. Bislang kaufte die EU jährlich „nur“ 76 Milliarden Euro Energierohstoffe aus dem Land der unbegrenzten Möglichkeiten. Da müssen wir uns aber noch ganz schön anstrengen, um die Umwelt für 250 Milliarden Dollar zu ruinieren. Ja, und Ursula im Glück hat den USA vertraglich zugesichert, dass die EU Direktinvestitionen im Wert von 600 Milliarden Dollar in den USA versenken wird. Hallo, das sind 600 Milliarden Dollar aus den Steuergeldern der Europäer! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Sozialreformen im Herbst könnten laut Kanzler Merz Kürzungen bringen – und werfen die Frage auf, ob das Vertrauen in die Demokratie leidet. Elisabeth Niejahr von der Hertie Stiftung meint: „Die Verbindung zwischen sozialen Einschnitten und Demokratieverdruss ist nicht so eindeutig, wie oft behauptet wird.“ Entscheidend sei vielmehr, ob der Staat als gerecht und handlungsfähig wahrgenommen wird.[16:58]Donald Trump und Ursula von der Leyen haben sich in Schottland auf ein neues transatlantisches Handelsabkommen geeinigt. Der Ökonom Moritz Schularick spricht von einem „kurzfristigen Kompromiss mit bitterem Beigeschmack“. Er warnt: „Wir haben kurzfristig die Kuh vom Eis geholt, aber langfristig großen Schaden angerichtet.“[01:19]Frankreichs Präsident Emmanuel Macron will Palästina als Staat anerkennen – ein Alleingang, den CDU-Außenpolitiker Armin Laschet für falsch hält. . Laschet sieht Israel in einer humanitären Verantwortung – glaubt aber, dass ein politischer Durchbruch nur mit Druck aus der arabischen Welt möglich ist.[09:48]Table.Briefings - For better informed decisions.Sie entscheiden besser, weil Sie besser informiert sind – das ist das Ziel von Table.Briefings. Wir verschaffen Ihnen mit jedem Professional Briefing, mit jeder Analyse und mit jedem Hintergrundstück einen Informationsvorsprung, am besten sogar einen Wettbewerbsvorteil. Table.Briefings bietet „Deep Journalism“, wir verbinden den Qualitätsanspruch von Leitmedien mit der Tiefenschärfe von Fachinformationen. Alle Informationen zum Trade.Table:https://table.media/aktion/tradetableProfessional Briefings kostenlos kennenlernen: table.media/testen Audio-Werbung Table.Today: jan.puhlmann@table.media Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In Ruswil in Luzern gibt es sie in ungewöhnlich hoher Zahl: Bauernhöfe. 230 sind es insgesamt. So viel wie in keinem anderen so kleinen Ort.Hier treffen an einem heissen Sommertag zehn Albanerinnen und Albaner auf den Betrieb von Bauer Dani Küng. Einen Tag lang wird über Melkroboter, Milchmengen und Kuhbestände gefachsimpelt. Die albanische Delegation fragt, filmt, staunt. Zwar ist die Schweizer Landwirtschaft im Vergleich zur albanischen ziemlich weit entwickelt, doch verbindet die beiden Länder etwas: Sie sind nicht Mitglied der EU.Die albanischen Bauern wollen aber möglichst bald nach EU-Standards produzieren. Was braucht es dafür? Was können sie dabei von der Schweizer Landwirtschaft lernen? Und weshalb sind zwar albanische Landwirtschaftsexperten, nicht aber albanische Bauern dabei? Reporter Moritz Marthaler war dabei und erzählt in einer neuen Folge des täglichen Podcasts «Apropos» von dem Austausch.Host: Mirja GabathulerProduzentin: Jacqueline WechslerZur Apropos-Folge mit Philipp LoserMythos, Symbol und Nutztier: Wie politisch ist die Kuh?Mehr zum Thema:Albaner lernen im Bauernstall: «Unsere Zukunft liegt im Melkroboter»Natürlich weinen Kühe, sagt sie. Wie das Nutztier zum Schweizer Mythos wurde Unser Tagi-Spezialangebot für Podcast-Hörer:innen: tagiabo.chHabt ihr Feedback, Ideen oder Kritik zu «Apropos»? Schreibt uns an podcasts@tamedia.ch

Kaum ein Tier steht mehr für die Schweiz als die Kuh. Sie ist das Symbol für Heimat, Ländlichkeit, Idylle und für Landwirtschaft. Und natürlich für Milch und Käse.Warum sind Kühe so wichtig für das Schweizer Selbstverständnis? Was sagt das Nationaltier über Schweizerinnen und Schweizer aus? Und was für politische Implikationen haben die Kühe in der Schweiz?Unser Reporter Moritz Marthaler ist in den Stall gestiegen und hat sich eingehend mit der Kuh beschäftigt. Er sprach mit der Kuhsignal-Expertin Martina Schmid, die Landwirte zu artgerechter Tierhaltung im Stall berät, und besuchte den Bauern Sepp Michel im Melchtal.In einer neuen Folge des täglichen Podcasts «Apropos» erzählt er von seiner Recherche zur Kuh – und wie sie vom Nutztier zum Schweizer Mythos wurde.Mehr zum Thema: Der Text von Moritz Marthaler: Natürlich weinen Kühe, sagt sie. Wie das Nutztier zum Schweizer Mythos wurdeHost: Philipp LoserGast: Moritz MarthalerProduktion: Sara Spreiter Unser Tagi-Spezialangebot für Podcast-Hörer:innen: tagiabo.chHabt ihr Feedback, Ideen oder Kritik zu «Apropos»? Schreibt uns an podcasts@tamedia.ch

10. CINEMA IRAN Festival | Utopische Kraft der Empathie Das iranische Filmschaffen ist aus dem Weltkino nicht wegzudenken. Anfang des Jahres ging mit Die Saat des heiligen Feigenbaums ein Film des iranischen Regisseurs Mohammad Rasulof als deutscher Kandidat ins Rennen um den besten fremdsprachigen Film, nur ein paar Monate später gewann Jafar Panahi mit It Was Just an Accident in Cannes die Goldene Palme. Vom 17. - 20. Juli 2025 findet nun das 10. Iranische Filmfestival München in statt und Kathi und Paul konnten einen Blick ins Film-Programm werfen. Sie sprechen unter anderem über den Science Fiction-Koloss „K9“, das zermürbende Drama „Ballade von der weißen Kuh“ und Faezeh Azizkhanis selbstreflexiven Meta-Film „The Locust“. Ein kleines Programm mit großer Bandbreite, über das ihr mehr erfahren könnt, wenn ihr einfach auf Start drückt! Viel Spaß mit der neuen Folge vom Tele-Stammtisch! Festival Werdet Teil unserer Community und besucht unseren Discord-Server! Dort oder auch auf Instagram könnt ihr mit uns über Filme, Serien und vieles mehr sprechen. Wir liefern euch launige und knackige Filmkritiken, Analysen und Talks über Kino- und Streamingfilme und -serien - immer aktuell, informativ und mit der nötigen Prise Humor. Website | Youtube | PayPal | BuyMeACoffee Großer Dank und Gruß für das Einsprechen unseres Intros geht raus an Engelbert von Nordhausen - besser bekannt als die deutsche Synchronstimme Samuel L. Jackson! Thank you very much to BASTIAN HAMMER for the orchestral part of the intro! I used the following sounds of freesound.org: 16mm Film Reel by bone666138 wilhelm_scream.wav by Syna-Max backspin.wav by il112 Crowd in a bar (LCR).wav by Leandros.Ntounis Short Crowd Cheer 2.flac by qubodup License (Copyright): Attribution 4.0 International (CC BY 4.0)

Der Landwirt Kuno Staudacher spricht über die Zucht einer alten Rinderrasse in den Zentralalpen. Zum Schluss der Serie betont er, wie stolz er auf die Kuh ist. Gestaltung: Lothar Bodingbauer - eine Eigenproduktion des ORF, gesendet in Ö1 am 11.7.2025.

Heute bei Dr. Hart und Dr. Zart: Eine schlaue Kuh...

MUSICAre Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce secretly married? Chicago Bears player Cole Kmet's (KUH-met) event planner shared details on his Saturday wedding to Emily Jarosz, revealing that Kelce and Swift were on the guest list.The planner revealed the “personalized touches” at the ceremony, including a letter that was addressed to “Taylor and Travis Kelce” in elegantly calligraphy, with a “Table 13” assignment. The 2025 BET Awards is celebrating 25 years of Black excellence and marked achievements across music, movies, TV and sports. "Not Like Us" lyricist Kendrick Lamar, who led the nominees with 10 nods, took home five trophies in Album of the Year, Video of the Year, and Collab of the year with SZA. SZA won for best female R&B/pop artist.· Brent Smith of Shinedown stars in two new videos posted to YouTube. First up is a clip where Smith, Gavin Rossdale of Bush and Morgan Wade work out and talk about keeping up their fitness on tour. All three acts are touring together starting July 19th in Boston, which will make a stop at Enterprise Center on August 15th. The second video is a clip of Smith joining Lynyrd Skynyrd to sing on "Simple Man" from Skynyrd's upcoming live release, Celebrating 50 Years - Live at the Ryman, which is due out in multiple formats on June 27th. Smith and Shinedown scored a Top 5 rock hit with their cover on "Simple Man" back in 2004. During the annual Prince celebration, on what would have been the Purple One's 67th birthday, Saturday, June 7th, his estate teased that two of his 80s albums are set to be reissued. RIP: Sly Stone, the multifaceted frontman of Sly and the Family Stone, has died at the age of 82. MOVING ON INTO MOVIE NEWS:While out promoting Materialists which comes out this Friday in theaters, Dakota Johnson appeared alongside co-star Chris Evans, and they were asked about dating non-negotiables. Jonathan Daviss (not the lead singer of KORN) has landed a very exciting new movie role! Nintendo's Shigeru Mi-ya-moto, who created 'The Legend of Zelda', says a movie based on the wildly popular video game has been delayed due to "production issues". RICH PEOPLE LAWSUIT NEWS:The jury in Harvey Weinstein's New York retrial appears deeply divided, with tensions escalating during deliberations over rape and criminal sex act charges, BBC reports.· Blake Lively has one less legal headache to deal with -- a judge in New York has tossed the countersuit that Justin Baldoni filed against her. MISC:The Holy Grail of baseball cards … The T206 Honus Wagner baseball card from between 1909 and 1911 is pretty much the crown jewel of sports collectibles as there are only 54 known to exist. And one of these cards is currently on the auction block and will be sold when the auction ends on June 21st. It was quickly bid up to more than $3 million – and the sports world is watching, because this card could end up being the most expensive card ever. The all-time record is a Mickey Mantle Topps 1952 rookie card, which sold for $12.6 million in 2022. AND FINALLYFather's Day is this Sunday. So let's take a look at some of our favorite dads from movies. Follow us @RizzShow @MoonValjeanHere @KingScottRules @LernVsRadio @IamRafeWilliams - Check out King Scott's Linktr.ee/kingscottrules + band @FreeThe2SG and Check out Moon's bands GREEK FIRE @GreekFire GOLDFINGER @GoldfingerMusic THE TEENAGE DIRTBAGS @TheTeenageDbags and Lern's band @LaneNarrows ⁠http://www.1057thepoint.com/RizzSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Warum lesen Menschen so gerne spannende Bücher oder gucken spannende Filme? Warum schämen wir uns? Rind, Ochse, Stier, Kuh, Bulle – warum gibt es so viele Namen für ein Tier?

Einen Sommer lang hat Dokumentarfilmerin Ulli Gladik die junge Bäuerin Petra Miedl begleitet - und sie hat drei ehemalige Almhalterinnen zu ihren Erinnerungen befragt, die bis in die 1930er Jahre zurückreichen, als eine einzige Kuh das Leben der gesamten Familie gesichert hat. Diese vergnügliche Doku wurde am 31.5.2025 in den Ö1 Hörbildern gesendet.

In der Küche steht plötzlich eine Kuh mit braunem Fell und rosa Euter. Florian ist entsetzt. Noch entsetzter ist er, als seine Eltern ihm vergnügt mitteilen, dass Kuh Charlotte von nun an zur Familie gehört. Nachbar Schmetterling, der verrückte Forscher, will herausfinden, ob Kühe sprechen lernen können. Aus Protest fängt Florian an zu muhen. Das hat Folgen. Alle 7 Folgen der OHRENBÄR-Hörgeschichte: Ene mene muh, was spricht die Kuh? von Thilo Mardaus. Es liest: Hans-Peter Korff. ▶ Mehr Hörgeschichten empfohlen ab 6: https://www.ohrenbaer.de/podcast/empfohlen-ab-6.html ▶ Mehr Infos unter https://www.ohrenbaer.de & ohrenbaer@rbb-online.de

Viele essen gerne Fleisch. Aber wie sähe die Welt aus, wenn alle Menschen plötzlich Vegetarier würden? Quarks ordnet ein, welche Vorteile das für die Umwelt wirklich bringen würde: Wie viele Klimagase würden wir einsparen? Würde unser Wasser sauberer? Und wir zeigen, wo die Welt ohne Fleisch weniger gut funktionieren würde, als es den Anschein hat. (Diese Folge ist ein Repost aus dem Juni 2024) // Alle Quellen und weitere Spezials findest Du hier: https://www.quarks.de/daily-quarks-spezial/ Von Markus Meyer-Gehlen.

Die Themen: Endlich Frieden zwischen Elton John & Madonna; Lindner Jr. geboren; Union und SPD einigen sich auf Koalitionsvertrag; Wer welche Ministerien leiten soll; Trump gibt im Zollstreit nach – aber nicht bei China; Metzger findet in Kuh den Ehering ihres früheren Besitzers und Galapagos-Schildkröte wird mit 100 Jahren erstmals Mutter Host der heutigen Folge ist Markus Feldenkirchen (DER SPIEGEL). Du möchtest mehr über unsere Werbepartner erfahren? Hier findest du alle Infos & Rabatte: https://linktr.ee/ApokalypseundFilterkaffee

In this episode of the Shauna is the Worst Podcast - via The Prestige-ish Media Podcast - Craig Lake, Jessica Z., and Dan McNair give their DEEP DIVE reactions to the Paramount + / Showtime show Yellowjackets Season 3 Episode 7 - Croak.In this episode we discuss frog orgies, KUH, Erik Cheong, Artic Banshee Frogs, DNA, Crossbows, what Lottie can do with her blood dirt, and more. In addition to our Yellowjackets Season 3 coverage, please also join us for The Last of Us Season 2 and Black Mirror Season 7 coming this April. Please check out our new website at http://prestigeish.com and our tea collaboration with Get2Steeping. A Yellowjackets inspired relaxation tea - Misty's Doomcoming Moonshine available only at http://prestigeish.comX @prestige_ish Instagram @prestigeishmedia X/Instagram @realrealbatman @danmcnair1017 @joblessdogmom http://prestigeish.com https://www.get2steeping.com

Warum lesen Menschen so gerne spannende Bücher oder gucken spannende Filme? Warum schämen wir uns? Rind, Ochse, Stier, Kuh, Bulle – warum gibt es so viele Namen für ein Tier?

Warum lesen Menschen so gerne spannende Bücher oder gucken spannende Filme? Warum schämen wir uns? Rind, Ochse, Stier, Kuh, Bulle – warum gibt es so viele Namen für ein Tier?

Von Aschaffenburg straight auf die Driving Range in Miami gibts in Folge #607 nicht nur einen Crash Kurs in deutscher Rap Geschichte, sondern oben drauf auch noch tiefe Einblicke in den Spülvorgang - Call it a Pipi-Kacka-Serviceleistung. In seiner Freizeit geht Paul übrigens nicht gerne an hohe Kanten, Chrissi hingegen weint bei Konzerten und grantelt vor sich hin. Wieso Quinoa Salat mit Ofengemüse jeden Streit schlichtet und Chrissi sich gegen das Leben als Kuh und für ein Leben als Feta Käse entschieden hat, erfahrt ihr in dieser Folge

Halbzeit im Dschungelcamp 2025 - die Spannung steigt. Im Podcast analysieren anredo und Basti die erste Woche von "Ich bin ein Star - Holt mich hier raus". Wer stolpert über eigene Fehler und wer greift sich am Ende die Krone? Macht euch gefasst auf die große Dschungelcamp-Analyse nach Woche eins. Das Dschungelcamp 2025 ist in vollem Gange und deshalb ist es Zeit für eine Halbzeitanalyse. In dieser Episode #rundfunk17 nehmen anredo und BastiMasti die Kandidatinnen und Kandidaten genau unter die Lupe. Sie beleuchten die Dynamiken im Camp und diskutieren, wer auf dem besten Weg zum Sieg ist. Wer sorgt für die größten Konflikte, wer bleibt blass, und wer verfolgt die cleverste Strategie? Doch wer treibt das Camp an, und wer bleibt Mitläufer? Wie präsentiert sich der Cast in Woche eins? Welche Kandidaten gewinnen Sympathien, welche sorgen mit Aussagen oder Aktionen für Ärger? Ist die Dummbrot-Strategie erfolgreicher oder punktet die Alte-Herren-Taktik? Konflikte prägen das Camp. Welche Auseinandersetzungen sind echt, welche kalkuliert? Auch gesellschaftliche Themen sind präsent. Cancel Culture, politische Statements und öffentliche Wahrnehmung beeinflussen das Spiel. Der Trump-Eklat von Jörg, Ediths und Sams Lagerfeuer-Ausraster sowie die "dämliche Kuh"-Diskussion – alles wird besprochen. Dazu kommt die Frage, wie medienkompetent die Stars eigentlich sind. Manche setzen bewusst auf Unterhaltung, während andere gezielt provozieren. Doch welche Strategie ist am Ende tatsächlich die erfolgversprechendste? Wer weiß genau, wie man sich optimal in Szene setzt, und wer tappt stattdessen in jede erdenkliche Falle? Am Ende unserer Dschungelcamp-Analyse dreht sich alles um die große Frage: Wer hat die besten Chancen auf den Sieg? Wer überrascht das Publikum bisher am meisten, und wie unvorhersehbar ist diese Staffel wirklich? Basti und anredo wagen eine Einschätzung, geben ihre Prognosen ab und diskutieren über die wahrscheinlichste Top 3. Ist der Gewinner längst erkennbar, oder hält die Staffel noch große Überraschungen bereit?

Das erste IBES-Wochenende liegt hinter uns und Herr Körber blickt mit Ernüchterung auf die ersten Folgen des RTL-Dschungels. Wo könnte noch Potenzial für Beef verborgen sein? Wer fliegt Meilen unterm Radar? Wird RTL reagieren und wer könnte diese Staffel gewinnen? All das wird in dieser Folge analysiert. Außerdem: Normalos erobert wieder das Reality-Genre, der ESC hat sein Moderations-Trio gefunden und Körber und Hammes vergeben den KuH des Jahres 2024 dieses Mal an einen ganzen Sender. FERNSEHEN 00:02:55 | Fazit erstes “Dschungelcamp”-Wochenende 00:20:44 | Starttermin für “Sommerhaus der Normalos” bekannt 00:25:18 | Moderation für “Eurovision Song Contest” in Basel steht fest 00:29:18 | Darf SAT.1 das? Neues juristisches Quiz kommt 00:37:21 | ProSieben “Fake News” geht in Serie 00:38:45 | “Wer stiehlt mir die Show?” startet im März 00:40:26 | KuH der Woche: Phoenix-Dolmetscher-Fail 00:45:17 | KuH des Jahres 2024: Sport1 WEIDENGEFLÜSTER 00:58:15 | Viehdback zu Folge 483 01:25:34 | Danke für Euren Support und Hinweis Affiliate FILM 01:28:37 | Allgemeine Infos zur Oscar-Verleihung 2025 01:32:06 | Kino-Charts & -Starts 01:37:16 | Heimkino 01:40:53 | David Lynch verstorben 01:00:00 | “Star Wars”-News der Woche QUOTENTIPP 01:49:45 | Letztes Mal: “Ich bin ein Star – holt mich hier raus!” (Freitag, 24. Januar 2025, 20:15 Uhr, RTL) 01:51:54 | Dieses Mal: “Mälzer und Henssler liefern ab!” (Sonntag, 2. Februar 2025, 20:15 Uhr, VOX) Alle Wortbeiträge dieser Folge sind eigene Meinungen – teils satirisch – oder Kommentare. Foto: RTL Einige Links im Blog verweisen auf Amazon.de, als Amazon-Partner verdienen wir an qualifizierten Käufen. Mehr dazu unter medienkuh.de/support

Professor Michal Gänzle lebt und arbeitet in Kanada. Seit Jahrzehnten erforscht er Milchsäurebakterien in Sauerteigen. Wenn einer weiß, was ihnen gut tut, dann er. In meinem Gespräch mit ihm geht es unter anderem um das Zusammenspiel von Hefen und Bakterien im Sauerteig, um die genetische Herkunft der gängigsten Milchsäurebakterien (Huhn, Schwein, Kuh?), um den Unterschied zwischen Haussauerteigen und industriellen Sauerteigen, um aktuelle Forschungsthemen sowie die Frage, wie er selbst mit seinem Sauerteig umgeht.

Frederick wünscht sich nichts mehr zu Weihnachten als die Abendrunde mit Kai-Uwe, dem Hund von Anna und Annas Mama, zu gehen. An Weihnachten ist Kai-Uwe aber plötzlich verschwunden und der einzige Hinweis ist sein leuchtendes Halsband. Können Mario und Frederick ihn finden? Frederick freut sich SEHR über deine Spende:https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/dbfrederickFolge uns auf Instagram für noch mehr Quatsch:https://www.instagram.com/detektivbuerofrederickUnterstütze uns gerne durch deinen Einkauf:Eine Videobotschaft von Frederick kaufen:https://www.detektivbuerofrederick.de/product-page/eine-videobotschaft-von-frederickDen Detektivbüro Frederick-Trinkbecher kaufen:https://www.detektivbuerofrederick.de/product-page/der-das-detektivb%C3%BCro-frederick-trinkbecherDie Detektivbüro Frederick-Tasse kaufen:https://www.detektivbuerofrederick.de/product-page/die-das-detektivb%C3%BCro-frederick-tasseHier bekommst du T-Shirt und Kapuzenpulli:https://shop.spreadshirt.de/detektivbuerofrederick/allAnfragen für Kooperationen bitte an:E-Mail: detektivbuerofrederick@gmail.comQuiz, Malvorlagen und mehr findest du hier:https://www.detektivbuerofrederick.de

Wie heißt es so schön: Was lange währt, wird endlich gut!
Nach etlichen Versuchen in den letzten Jahren, sich gemeinsam vor die Mikrofone zu begeben, hat es nun doch geklappt: Jürgen Klopp ist da.
"Findet ihr euch eigentlich mutig, dass ihr mich gerade jetzt zu euch holt?", pöhlt es da durch die Leitung.
"Nö, wieso? Ist doch gar nichts Schlimmes passiert", gibt Toni prompt zurück. Nun, der mediale Sturm, der vor gut drei Wochen durch Fußball-Deutschland ging, ließ zunächst anderes vermuten. Aber was war denn nun? Ja, darüber wird zu reden sein – und zwar exklusiv. Felix und Toni zerren also die Kuh (oder den Bullen) vom Eis, erörtern, warum Kloppo mit seinen Teams vielleicht doch mehr Titel hätte holen können, philosophieren darüber, ob geknüpfte Freundschaften eventuell mehr wert sind als Titel (Toni: "[...] das könnt ihr ja gerne so sehen [...]") und fragen sich, ob die größten Erfolge erst so richtig durch vorher erlittene Rückschläge zu dem werden, was sie sind. Am Ende bleibt eins: Wir lieben dieses Spiel. ------------ Du möchtest mehr über unsere Werbepartner erfahren? [**Hier findest du alle Infos & Rabatte!**](https://linktr.ee/luppentv) Beschenke deine Liebsten auf [**Douglas.de**](https://douglas.shop/einfachmalluppen) und erhalte mit dem Code „Luppen” bei einem Einkaufswert ab 49 € das Rituals Homme Set gratis dazu!* Nur solange der Vorrat reicht *Aktion gültig vom 30.10.2024 bis zum 06.11.2024 auf douglas.de und in der Douglas-App. Das Geschenk wird ab einem Einkaufswert von 49 € nach Eingabe des Codes “LUPPEN” im Warenkorb angezeigt. Die Bestellung darf nicht allein aus Adventskalendern, Produkten mit der Kennzeichnung „Douglas Partner” und/oder Geschenkgutscheinen bestehen. Nur solange der Vorrat reicht und nur ein Geschenk pro Kund*in. Hol dir jetzt den exklusiven NordVPN-Deal unter [**https://nordvpn.com/luppen**](https://nordvpn.com/luppen) Es ist völlig risikofrei mit der 30-Tage-Geld-zurück-Garantie!

Jordan Lauf, producer for All Of It and its book club, "Get Lit with All Of It," shares some of the new on-or-off the beach reads.She highlights these great summer books:Memory Piece by Lisa Ko (This month's Get Lit selection - the event is Tuesday, May 28!)The Ministry of Time by Kuh-lane BradleyIn Ascension by Martin MacInnesOne of Our Kind  by Nicola Yoon (out June 11th)