Podcasts about Kuh

Studiogäste: u.a. Hugo Egon Balder, Bastian Pastewka und Tommy Krappweis. Ein Kindergeburtstag für Erwachsene? Kein Problem für das noch junge RTL - und Startschuss für die anarchische Kult-Spielshow „Alles nichts, oder“. Moderiert von dem „magersüchtigen Frettchen“ (Hugo Egon Balder) und der „kleinen fetten Schnecke“ (Hella von Sinnen) wurde die chaotische Sendung zum absoluten Kult bei jungen Zuschauer*innen und bildete die Grundlage für eine nachfolgende Comedy-Offensive der Privatsender. Dabei wurde vor allem auch der Samstag Abend bespielt, die „heilige Kuh“ des öffentlich-rechtlichen Lagerfeuerfernsehens. Comedyformate wie „RTL Samstag Nacht“, „7 Tage- 7 Köpfe“, „Dall-As“ oder „Die Sat.1 Wochenshow“ begeisterten nicht nur junge Zuschauerschichten, sondern bildeten das erste Karrieresprungbrett für viele der heute noch bekanntesten Comedians der Bundesrepublik. Host: Torben Struck Mit/Gäste: Hugo Egon Balder Bastian Pastewka Tommy Krappweis Entwickelt von: Torben Struck Christoph Menardi Recording und Schnitt: Luka Feinweber Jakob Jarzina Leitung Postproduktion Stephan Gossen Produktionsleitung Melanie Graf Produziert von: Tommy Krappweis, Nico Krappweis und Tristan Lehmann Gesamtleitung FYEO: Luca Hirschfeld und Tristan Lehmann „Zapping for Freedom“ ist ein FYEO Original von bumm film. Du möchtest Werbung in diesem Podcast schalten? Dann erfahre hier mehr über die Werbemöglichkeiten bei Seven.One Audio: https://www.seven.one/portfolio/sevenone-audio

+++ Flughafen Erfurt: Türkei-Urlauber fliegt nach Rückkehr wegen Steuerhinterziehung auf +++ 17-jähriger Autofahrer ohne Führerschein unterwegs +++ Themar: Rollerfahrer kollidiert mit Kuh +++

I first met Patrick at our favorite steak house in Manhattan Beach; the Arthur J.  The wine list there is one of the most thought out I have seen in all my travels. It was Patricks first day there. We had an intriguing conversation and returned a week later to continue our discussion. Serendipitously, by me eavesdropping on a conversation, I learned that Patrick had authored a book: The Last Days of Haute Cuisine.  I was seriously taken by this accomplishment and immediately found the book on Amazon and voraciously read it cover to cover. A stroy of food in America that had been untold prior. Patric Kuh knows a thing or two about the high wire act that is fine dining—after all, he's balanced on that tightrope both in kitchens and at critics' tables, with a sharp pen and a sharper palate. If you've ever dreamed of opening a restaurant, wondered what true "haute cuisine" actually means, or questioned why credit cards changed the whole dining landscape, this is the episode that will entice your culinary curiosity and satisfy your appetite for secrets behind the swinging kitchen doors. You'll discover not just the drama of French chefs staking their claim in midcentury Manhattan, but how the evolution of American dining reflects bigger shifts in society: from exclusivity and velvet ropes to the democratization of great food and the rise of everyday restaurants as vibrant community hubs. Listen as Kuh exposes the risks, financial heartbreak, and ritual of keeping a kitchen spotless—and why a chef's towel over the shoulder means more than a thousand Instagram likes. The conversation dives into the nuts and bolts of writing a food book, the art of savoring (and sometimes cutting) stories, and the age-old rule for restaurant critics to never, ever accept a free meal. By the end, you'll come away with intimate knowledge of how Patric Kuh peels back layer after layer of the restaurant world—one story at a time—until a living, breathing portrait of cuisine, culture, and ambition is served up before you. Here are a few of the fascinating things you'll learn:

In this explosive broadcast, we break down the most urgent news from home and abroad: Iran's escalating nuclear threats and missed red lines, Meta's rogue AI hacking competitors and creating laboratory viruses, and groundbreaking declassifications exposing shadow voter rolls and foreign election interference. Plus, top Democrats scramble to distance themselves from radical DSA policies and rising party infighting as South Carolina voters face a crucial primary choice. Iran's nuclear program operates as a combination of commercial nuclear power generation, uranium enrichment, and heavy water facilities, though its operations have been disrupted by military escalations and diplomatic standoffs. **Bushehr Nuclear Power Plant** * **Primary Role:** Located on the Persian Gulf coast, Bushehr is Iran's sole operational commercial nuclear power reactor (Unit 1, ~915 MWe capacity), built with Russian assistance through Rosatom. Construction has been underway to add two additional reactor units at the site. * **Plutonium & Spent Fuel Risk:** Unlike uranium enrichment sites, Bushehr operates using light-water reactor technology with low-enriched uranium fuel. However, its spent fuel pools contain plutonium-bearing spent nuclear fuel, making the facility a key point of international safety monitoring due to the radiological risks associated with potential structural damage. * **Operational Status:** The plant remains in operating condition supplying power to the grid. Near-miss strikes and minor projectile damage in its surrounding perimeter structures have prompted international nuclear oversight bodies (including the IAEA and WHO) to issue safety warnings regarding potential radiation releases. **Enrichment & Nuclear Infrastructure Status** * **Natanz & Fordow:** Primary uranium enrichment complexes (including the underground sites at Fordow and Kuh-e Kolang Gaz La / "Pickaxe Mountain") have historically housed advanced centrifuges capable of enriching uranium up to 60% purity levels. * **Isfahan & Conversion Sites:** Isfahan serves as the primary hub for uranium conversion, fuel fabrication, and material processing before fuel is sent to enrichment sites or reactors. * **Arak / Khondab:** The Khondab Heavy Water Research Reactor site remains part of Iran's heavy-water research infrastructure, designed historically to produce plutonium-capable fuel cycles. * **IAEA Oversight:** The International Atomic Energy Agency (IAEA) maintains NPT safeguards framework requirements over declared facilities, though verification activities have faced severe access restrictions and safety disruptions during regional conflict escalations. National Security, Iran Nuclear Threat, Rogue AI Safety, Voter Roll Integrity, Political Gaslighting, South Carolina GOP Primary

Zurück aus der kurzen Sommerpause stürzt sich die KuH wieder auf frisches Gras der Medienweide: Zum einen hat Raab sein Promi-Lineup für seine „Jetski-Star-WM“ rausgehauen, zum anderen wird bei ProSieben bekannt, dass die geplante „Promi Tischtennis-WM“ alles andere als eine Spaßveranstaltung werden soll. Dann war da noch, dass das ZDF jetzt doch und ganz offiziell auf Joyn embedded wird, dass Prime Video endlich den Cast und den Starttermin des Ablegers „LOL Next“ verkündet hat und dass uns auf YouTube bald die erste Reality-Show ins Haus steht, die komplett als Werbeveranstaltung für einen Energieanbieter dient. Was das wohl wird? Und natürlich wird auch darüber gesprochen, dass ProSiebenSat.1 einen neuen linearen TV-Sender starten wird: SAT.2! Herr Hammes besuchte außerdem fleißig die Lichtspielhäuser und berichtet über „Die Odyssee“ und den neuesten „Spider-Man“. Rein da! FERNSEHEN 00:04:41 | Raabs Line-up für die „Jetski-Star-WM“ steht 00:14:06 | Netflix lässt Darts-Profi in Live-Show antreten 00:17:05 | „Promi Tischtennis-WM“ auf ProSieben macht auf seriös 00:22:37 | ZDF wird auf Joyn embedded 00:28:30 | „LOL Next“ kommt mit diesen Creatorn. Creators? Kreatoren? 00:32:55 | „Dinge gibt's“, denn RTLzwei macht weiter 00:35:04 | Hä? Erste komplette Branded-Reality-Show? 00:38:18 | Neuer linearer Sender: SAT.2 kommt – aber wieso? WEIDENGEFLÜSTER 00:49:26 | Viehdback zu Folge 532 01:10:58 | Danke für Euren Support und Hinweis Affiliate FILM 01:14:09 | Hammes sah: „Die Odyssee“ 01:18:25 | Hammes sah: „Spider-Man: Brand New Day“ 01:27:08 | Kino-Charts & -Starts 01:31:46 | KuH-Tipp: Steeeeven Gäääätjen macht YouTube 01:33:22 | Heimkino 01:41:53 | „Star Wars”-News der Woche QUOTENTIPP 01:46:53 | Dieses Mal: „Ich durchschaue jeden! – Timon Krauses Mentalisten Show“ (Mittwoch, 12. August 2026, 20:15 Uhr, ProSieben) Alle Wortbeiträge dieser Folge sind eigene Meinungen – teils satirisch – oder Kommentare.

„Bitte geht nicht. Bitte! Lasst uns diesen Sommer zusammen verbringen“. Toasties aus allen Himmelsrichtungen riefen: 4 Wochen Sommerpause ohne Toast Hawaii? Wie stellt Ihr Euch das vor? Ja, wie eigentlich? Alle brauchen mal ne Pause. Gut, hieß es, dann senden wir 4 großartige Wiederholungen, wir retoasten die Gespräche. Wer sind Eure Favoriten? Und dann brach das totale Chaos los. Tausend Namen flogen durch die Luft. Weißt Du noch die Geschichte von Max Mutzke mit den Mäusen im Trockner und Liese, der Kuh? Gut, aber Doris Dörrie erzählte auch so toll von den langen Autofahrten nach Spanien und den hauchdünnen Gurkenscheiben im Salat. Und Wigald Bonings Geschichte von den Kaffee-Pfannkuchen seines Opas? - und so ging es immer weiter. Wir konnten uns unmöglich auf 4 Wiederholungen einigen und haben Euch jetzt 4 Medleys zusammengestellt, 4 Pralinenschachteln, in denen ihr vom Guten das Beste findet. Im Sommer-Special 1 hört Ihr, neben den Erwähnten, Aminata Belli, Giovanni di Lorenzo, Vera IntVeen, Robert Stadlober, Kerstin Ott, Ildiko von Kürthy, Jördis Triebel und Micky Beisenherz. Viel Spaß! *** WERBUNG Toast Hawaii wird unterstützt von dmBio, die Bio-Lebensmittelmarke von dm-drogerie markt. Ganz nach dem Motto „Natürlich lecker erleben“ bietet dmBio mit mehr als 550 Produkten eine vielfältige Auswahl – von leckeren Snacks für zwischendurch bis hin zu original italienischen Tomatensaucen. Haben auch Sie eine dmBio-Geschichte, die im Podcast erzählt werden soll? Dann schreiben Sie uns gerne unter rustberlin@icloud.com ÖKO-Kontrollstelle: DE-ÖKO-007

Schickt uns eine Nachricht Arzneipflanzen werden seit Jahrhunderten eingesetzt, um Krankheiten bei Mensch und Tier vorzubeugen und zu behandeln. Auch heute setzen viele Landwirt*innen sie auf ihren Betrieben ein. In dieser Podcastfolge zeigen Michael Walkenhorst und Michelle Krügel, wie traditionelles Wissen und moderne Forschung zusammenwirken und welche Bedeutung Arzneipflanzen für die Tiergesundheit haben können. Arzneipflanzen enthalten nicht nur einen einzelnen Wirkstoff, sondern eine Vielzahl verschiedener Inhaltsstoffe. Diese können an unterschiedlichen Stellen im Körper wirken und sich gegenseitig ergänzen. Genau darin sehen Forschende einen wichtigen Vorteil gegenüber isolierten Wirkstoffen. Michael Walkenhorst erklärt, dass etwa bei Magen-Darm-Erkrankungen meist mehrere Beschwerden gleichzeitig auftreten. Deshalb sei es von Vorteil, wenn eine Arzneipflanze wie die Kamille nicht nur Krämpfe lindere, sondern zugleich entzündungshemmend wirke. Gleichzeitig machen diese komplexen Wirkstoffgemische die wissenschaftliche Untersuchung anspruchsvoll. Moderne Analysen tragen jedoch dazu bei, die Wirkmechanismen traditionell genutzter Arzneipflanzen immer besser zu verstehen.Bewährte Pflanzen für die landwirtschaftliche PraxisStudien des FiBL zeigen, dass auf Schweizer Tierhaltungsbetrieben vor allem bekannte Arzneipflanzen wie Kamille, Ringelblume, Johanniskraut oder Brennnessel verwendet werden. Viele Anwendungen werden innerhalb der Familie weitergegeben, andere stammen aus Fachbüchern oder Kursen. Gleichzeitig zeigen die Erhebungen, wie unterschiedlich Dosierungen und Anwendungen in der Praxis ausfallen können.Praktische Tipps für den EinstiegMichelle Krügel empfiehlt für den Einstieg insbesondere Thymian, Brennnessel und Bitterstoffpflanzen wie Löwenzahn. Letzteren bezeichnet sie im Podcast als «Omo der Körperzellen», weil er den Stoffwechsel unterstütze und den Körper beim «Putzen und Reinigen» helfe. Zudem erklärt sie, wie diese Pflanzen beispielsweise als Tee, Heu oder Inhalation eingesetzt werden können und worauf bei der Anwendung geachtet werden sollte. Sie gibt ausserdem Hinweise zur richtigen Lagerung von getrockneten Arzneipflanzen, damit ihre Qualität möglichst lange erhalten bleibt.Grenzen nicht vergessenSo vielfältig Arzneipflanzen eingesetzt werden können - sie ersetzen nicht in jeder Situation konventionelle Arzneimittel. Bei schweren Erkrankungen oder Notfällen bleibt die Schulmedizin unverzichtbar. Arzneipflanzen können jedoch dazu beitragen, Krankheiten vorzubeugen, Tiere bei der Genesung zu unterstützen und den Einsatz bestimmter Medikamente sinnvoll zu ergänzen.Gäst*innenMichelle Krügel, Drogistin EFZ, Geschäftsinhaberin üsi drogerie in Münsingen, Tierheilpraktikerin, Spagyrikerin, Aromatherapeutin SfA, HormonberaterinMichael Walkenhorst, Tierarzt und Co-Leiter Departement Nutztierwissenschaften, FiBL, Experte in Ethnoveterinärmedizin und Phytotherapie Infos zum ThemaDie Grüne Dossier: Heilkräuter für Kuh und KalbFiBL-Faktenblatt: Kälber und Ferkel mit Arzneipflanzen stärkenFiBL-Merkblatt: Erfolgreiches Absetzen der Bioferkel»Podcast Folge FiBL Focus: Knoblauch – nicht für den Schweinebraten sondern in den SchweinebauchBuch: Kräuter für Nutz- und Heimtiere: Ratgeber für die Anwendung ausgewählter Heil- und GewürzpflanzenAktuelles europäisches Forschungsprojekt: COST Action CA22109 «MedPlants4Vet»Kursankündigungen in der FiBL-Agenda: Phytotherapie in der Stallapotheke | Arzneipflanzen und -kräuter im Stall einsetzenWorkshops, Abendveranstaltungen und Kräuterspaziergänge, üsi drogerie E-Mailpodcast@fibl.orgInstagram@fibl_focusWebsitewww.fibl.orgFiBL Focus ist der Podcastkanal des FiBL Schweiz, einem der weltweit grössten Forschungsinstitute für biologischen Landbau.

Sie ist wohl die einzige Kuh, die über Nacht zu einer internationalen Berühmtheit wurde: die Milka-Kuh, die Werbeträgerin für die lila Schokolade. Beziehungsweise: die Kuh aus dem Berner Oberland, die für die Werbespots damals Modell stand. Am 23. Juli 1972 hatte sie ihren ersten Auftritt.

Helge Heynold liest: Der Löwe und der Wolf - von Magnus Gottfried Lichtwer.

“Ein tiefes Erlebnis hat mich bewegt und meine Einstellung verändert: Als ich mit 24 Jahren auf einem Bauernhof selber miterlebt habe, wie eine Kuh und ein Kalb kurz nach der Geburt des Kalbes getrennt wurden, habe ich begriffen, was für ein Trauma diese schreienden Tiere mir mitgeteilt haben: Die Kuh erlebte eine Psychose, die herzzerreißend war. Ich habe den Bauern gefragt: “Muss das sein?” Er hat mir geantwortet: “Ihr wollt es ja so! Ihr wollt Fleisch und Milch, darum müssen wir das tun!” Da habe ich zum ersten Mal begriffen, dass meine Nachfrage das Angebot und damit das Leiden der Tiere bestimmt. Ich habe von diesem Tag an nie mehr Fleisch gegessen und nach und nach auch die Milchprodukte ersetzt. Ich habe meine persönliche Freiheit dazu benutzt, meine Nachfrage zu verändern, und diese Entscheidung hat mich ein Leben lang begleitet. Sie hat dazu geführt, dass ich Soyana gegründet und versucht habe, anderen Menschen mit qualitativ guten Fleisch- und Milch-Alternativen eine Ernährungsumstellung zu erleichtern. Wir haben mit Walter Dänzer auch über neue Produkte gesprochen. www.veggiepodcast.de und www.veggieradio.de

Bevor sich die KuH für eine kurze Sommerpause in den Schatten der Weide legt, wird die Medienweide nochmal mächtig abgegrast. "Ich sollte da gestorben haben" ging die vergangenen Tage als Ausschnitt mächtig viral und zeigt auf, was KI-Sychro anrichten kann. Außerdem wird darüber gesprochen, dass der "Tigerenten-Club" sein 30-Jähriges auf Twitch feiern wird, "The Masked Singer" künftig aufgezeichnet daher kommt und – OMG – Oli P. zu "Gute Zeiten, schlechte Zeiten" zurückkehren wird. Dann wird noch ProSieben-Newsmann Michael Marx gehuldigt, denn er hängt die Moderationskarten nach über 20 Jahre an den Nagel. Bonus: Welche neuen Format außerhalb der Screenforce-Ankündigungen erwarten uns nach dem Sommer? Der Titelschmutz könnte Aufschluss geben ... Warm-up zu Folge 532 auf https://www.patreon.com/medienkuh/posts/warm-up-zu-folge-163538205 00:00:51 | "Deadly Patient": KI-Fail bei deutscher Synchro auf Prime Video FERNSEHEN 00:05:51 | Der "Tigerenten-Club" streamt eigene Twitch-Show 00:12:56 | Pro und Contra: "The Masked Singer" nicht mehr live und mit Neuerungen 00:19:40 | OMG! Oliver Petszokat geht zu "GZSZ" zurück 00:27:25 | ProSieben-Newsanchor Michael Marx hört auf TITELSCHMUTZ 00:33:04 | Ausblick und Orakeln über künftige Formate WEIDENGEFLÜSTER 00:55:28 | Viehdback zu Folge 531 01:12:47 | Danke für Euren Support und Hinweis Affiliate FILM 01:15:52 | Kino-Charts & -Starts 01:21:51 | Heimkino: "Euphoria" schön aber wieso? 01:28:36 | "Star Wars”-News der Woche QUOTENTIPP 01:32:12 | Letztes Mal: "Richter Alexander Hold" (Donnerstag, 9. Juli 2026, 10:00 Uhr, SAT.1) Alle Wortbeiträge dieser Folge sind eigene Meinungen – teils satirisch – oder Kommentare.

www.kuhverstand.de Calcium in die Vene wird nach aktueller Erkenntnis nur noch bei klinischem Milchfieber eingesetzt. Zur Prophylaxe sind andere Wege besser. Wir besprechen, warum Vitamin D3 vor der Kalbung zu vermehrten Nachgeburtsverhalten führen kann. Welche Wege es bei der Milchfieberprophylaxe neuerdings gibt, darüber spreche ich mit Dr. Katharina Schrapers. Sie ist Biologin und Mitgründerin von PerformaNat (Sponsor dieser Folge). Wir schauen zusammen auf die Prozesse: Wie nimmt die Kuh Calcium eigentlich auf, im Darm und im Pansen? Sei gespannt auf die vielfältigen Möglichkeiten der Milchfieber-Vorsorge. Diese Folge ersetzt keine Fütterungsberatung und keine tierärztliche Beratung. Wir sprechen über unsere Erfahrung und unseren aktuellen Wissensstand! Themen im Überblick:

Die Maus zum Hören - Lach- und Sachgeschichten. Heute: mit Kühen und ihren Glocken, Göttern und ihren Gongs, dem Umstandsheini und seinem Geschenk, mit André und natürlich mit der Maus und dem Elefanten. Ihr hört eine Wiederholung. Mag die Kuh ihre Glocke? (01:13) Was ist das? (08:31) Warum hört man die Klingel drinnen, wenn's draußen klingelt? (13:14) Gongs der Götter (21:19) Der Umstandsheini sucht ein Geschenk (30:19) Wie funktioniert das Trommelfell? (41:14) Wer bin ich? (47:52) Von André Gatzke.

Es sieht aus, als würde man eine sehr flache Kuh melken.

Die Maus zum Hören - Lach- und Sachgeschichten. Heute: mit Bauchschmerzen, und wie sie entstehen Kühen und ihren Mägen, dem Hasen Nulli und dem Frosch Priesemut, mit Verena und natürlich mit der Maus und dem Elefanten. Frage des Tages - Wie entstehen Bauchschmerzen? (01:03) Was kann ich tun, wenn ich gestresst bin? (08:07) Kackgeschichte (15:40) Nulli und Priesemut (24:04) Wie kriegt die Kuh das Essen wieder aus dem Magen? (35:02) Schmetterlinge im Bauch (40:37) Körnerkissen (50:53) Von Verena Specks-Ludwig.

Ist es die selbe oder die gleiche Kuh?

Wenn in Claudijas Zimmer das Licht an ist, lassen sich die Shinieschwestern alsbald Palatschinken und Dattelcreme schmecken und planen ihre gemeinsame nächste Eiskunstlauffortbildung. Dabei gilt auch das Jonglieren als Ressource und Claudija ist gut im Training. Sie trotzt der Zeitumstellung, auch wenn sie leidet und lieber eine Boing 747 als Wecker hat als Vogelgezwitscher. Ankes Zirkadianer Rhythmus läuft reibungslos, weil sie vermutlich ein Waldtier ist. Dabei sollte sie besonders einen Glaubenssatz loslassen und verstehen: Rehe haben keine Uhr. Spannend ist auch, ob Dunkelheit und Depressionen oder eher Corona und beschlagene Scheiben die Elche schützt. Verstanden haben wir beide, dass Bambis und Schleppleinen zusammengehören, einfach, weil Hunde Raubtiere sind und nicht jeder Kontrolle über seine Feinzeichen hat. Wenn nervöses Reagieren dann die Zuverlässigkeit beeinträchtigt, fragt sich selbst die gelassene Kuhäugin, ob sie eher die Deutsche Bahn oder Menschen hasst. Oft hilft dann die Halts-Maul-Muschel und eine Überdosis Ambiguitätstoleranz. Wenn die Luft dann wieder raus ist, kommt die Ruhe, der innere Wahnsinn und der Fatalismus. Das innere Team feiert Feste und Arbeitsessen, werden nicht fair bezahlt, weil sie zum ungesunden Ehrenamt gehören. Daher ist es klug zu denken beim Schenken. Der Einsatz für die Gemeinschaft bringt zwar die Energie in Fluss, aber die Lebenszeit darf nicht als einzige Ressource genutzt werden. Deshalb nutzen wir unsere 24 täglichen Stunden von nun an etwas weiser: Shine on! Claudija Stolz https://www.claudijastolz.com https://fruehe-bindung.de https://www.youtube.com/@claudijastolz7433 Dr. Anke Elisabeth Ballmann https://www.ankeelisabethballmann.de https://www.youtube.com/@dr.ankeelisabethballmann

Die Themen: LKW mit zwölf Tonnen Kitkat spurlos verschwunden; Buletten für Frikadellen-Freddy; Linke kritisiert Besuch von syrischem Übergangspräsidenten; „Keine Könige“: Massenproteste gegen Trump; Frau ruft ICE um ihre Dachdecker nicht zu bezahlen; Söder reist in die USA; Rheinmetall-CEO lästert über Drohnen aus Kiew; Arnold Schwarzeneggers Sohn gibt Bodybuilding-Debüt; Der beste Filmstart aller Zeiten für Amazon; Was uns an Handys wirklich wahnsinnig macht und eine Kuh ist keine Jeanne d'Arc Du möchtest mehr über unsere Werbepartner erfahren? Hier findest du alle Infos & Rabatte: https://linktr.ee/ApokalypseundFilterkaffee Du möchtest Werbung in diesem Podcast schalten? Dann erfahre hier mehr über die Werbemöglichkeiten bei Seven.One Audio: https://www.seven.one/portfolio/sevenone-audio

Die Intrigen gehen weiter. Denise und ich (@dennisderdoedel) beobachten abermals sagenhaften Schachzüge unter Palmen. Diesmal dabei: Eric als doppelter Team-Captain, Claude als Bauernopfer und Dilara in Bedrängnis. Negativer Höhepunkt kommt aber weniger aus dem Bereich Taktik, sondern mehr als dem Bereich Kacke: Anouschka und Martin battlen sich so lange, bis es zur Grenzüberschreitung kommt. Und nun frei nach Jules Verne: Viel Spaß bei der Folge. Fernsehen für alle — Die garstige, alte Kuh unter den deutschen Fernsehpodcasts. X: @fernsehenfa, @dennisderdoedel Instagram: @fernsehenfueralle, @dennisderdoedel Komposition & Sounddesign: Julius Bretzel (@bretzel96) Diese und alle weiteren Episoden von Fernsehen für alle findet ihr unter anderem bei Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Google Podcasts, Deezer und Podigee.

www.kuhverstand.de In dieser Folge nehme ich dich mit in eine Jubiläumsfolge: Der Kuhverstand-Podcast geht in sein 10. Jahr. Ich blicke zurück auf 9 Jahre Podcast, über 690.000 Aufrufe, besondere Momente wie die Folge 200 und darauf, was sich hinter den Kulissen im letzten Jahr alles entwickelt hat. Außerdem erzähle ich dir, wie eine Idee von Tobias Meermann auf den Kuhverstand-Tagen einen Stein ins Rollen gebracht hat und warum daraus gerade ein neues Angebot rund um Ziele und Selbstmanagement entsteht. Themen im Überblick:

Die Historikerin, Pfarrfrau und Mutter Christine Christ trifft bei Michèle Schönbächler auf den Musiker Balthasar Streiff Christine Christ, Historikerin, Pfarrfrau, Mutter Christine Christ von Wedel wuchs in Reinbek bei Hamburg auf – in der Atmosphäre der deutschen Nachkriegszeit und geprägt von den Werten einer preussischen Adelsfamilie. Gemeinsam mit ihrer Zwillingsschwester und zwei älteren Brüdern erlebte sie eine behütete Kindheit. Früh zog es sie in die Welt des Wissens und der Musik: Als junge Frau ging sie nach Basel, studierte Geschichte, Philosophie und Kirchengeschichte und bildete gleichzeitig ihre Stimme zur Sopranistin aus. Mit dem reformierten Pfarrer Hieronymus Christ ist sie seit vielen Jahren verheiratet, gemeinsam haben sie vier Söhne. Jahrzehntelang prägte sie das Leben im Kanton Thurgau – als Pfarrfrau, in Konzerten, in kirchlichen Institutionen und als engagierte Stimme für historische und theologische Themen. Wissenschaftlich folgt sie ihrer Leidenschaft für „historische Rätsel“, wie sie es selbst nennt. Besonders intensiv hat sie sich mit dem Humanisten Erasmus von Rotterdam auseinandergesetzt und mehrere Publikationen über ihn veröffentlicht. Aktuell arbeitet sie an einem Buch über Sebastian Castellio, einen frühen Verfechter religiöser Toleranz – ein Thema, das eng mit ihren Forschungsschwerpunkten verbunden ist. Für ihre Arbeit in der Reformations- und Humanismusforschung erhielt sie 2015 den Wissenschaftspreis der Stadt Basel. Und bis heute verbringt Christine Christ von Wedel fast täglich mehrere Stunden in der Bibliothek – besonders in der Handschriftenabteilung. Dort liest und übersetzt sie lateinische Texte, getrieben von einem Wissensdurst, der bis heute ungebrochen ist. _________________________ Balthasar Streiff, Musiker «Marta», «Charlie», «Adonis», «Shen». Seine Instrumente tragen Namen und haben alle eine eigene Geschichte. Schwungvoll gebogen sind sie, die Kuh-, Schaf-, Geissenhörner, die Balthasar Streiff zum Klingen bringt. Der gebürtige Zürcher hat sich auf das Spielen von Hörnern und Zinken spezialisiert. Neben den tierischen Hörnern beschäftigt er sich auch mit dem traditionellen Schweizer Alphorn. Er gilt dabei heute als einer der wichtigsten Erneuerer des Alphorns. Mit seinem künstlerischen Forschergeist verbindet er Tradition und Avantgarde und erschafft einen unverwechselbaren, zeitgenössischen Klangkosmos. Der ausgebildete Lehrer studierte nach seiner Erstausbildung an der Kunstgewerbeschule in Basel und besuchte dabei die Bildhauerfachklasse, gleichzeitig besuchte er Kurse an der Jazzhochschule in Luzern. Selbst beschreibt er sich als «professioneller Dilettant», der auch mal etwas liegenlässt, weil daraus – wie bei einem Kompost – Neues entstehen könne. Gleichzeitig tüftelt er in seiner Werkstatt in einem Wohnhaus in Basel an neuen Klängen, aus Hörnern, Muscheln und Algenblättern. Kurz vor der Sendung «Persönlich» reiste Balthasar Streiff durch Finnland und konzertierte gemeinsam mit dem Hornroh Modern Alphorn Quintett und dem Finnischen Radio Symphonie Orchestra. ___________________________ Moderation: Michèle Schönbächler ___________________________ Das ist «Persönlich»: Jede Woche reden Menschen über ihr Leben, sprechen über ihre Wünsche, Interesse, Ansichten und Meinungen. «Persönlich» ist kein heisser Stuhl und auch keine Informationssendung, sondern ein Gespräch zur Person und über ihr Leben. Die Gäste werden eingeladen, da sie aufgrund ihrer Lebenserfahrungen etwas zu sagen haben, das über den Tag hinaus Gültigkeit hat.

Manuel verspürt "JOMO" – und erklärt, was das Gegenteil der "FOMO" bedeutet. Im Ausdruck der Woche erklären wir (bereits zum zweiten Mal) die Redewendung "die Kuh vom Eis kriegen". Cari berichtet begeistert von den vielen schönen Momenten, die sie und Janusz in Australien mit unserer Easy German-Community erleben. Dabei einigen wir uns: Das Deutschlernen ist eine noble Mission. Außerdem verrät Cari, wie viele Kontakte sie in ihrem Handy gespeichert hat und Manuel gibt Tipps, wie man diese besser organisieren und aktuell halten kann.   Transkript und Vokabelhilfe Werde ein Easy German Mitglied und du bekommst unsere Vokabelhilfe, ein interaktives Transkript und Bonusmaterial zu jeder Episode: easygerman.org/membership   Sponsoren Hier findet ihr unsere Sponsoren und exklusive Angebote: easygerman.org/sponsors   Ausdruck der Woche: die Kuh vom Eis kriegen die Kuh vom Eis kriegen (Wiktionary)   Das ist schön: Euch treffen! Partner Look auf Instagram   Easy German Book Club Unser Easy German Book Club for Intermediates startet am 16. Februar! Wie du mitmachen kannst erfährst du hier: easygerman.org/membership   Manuels Manual: Adressbuch-Organisation Flexibits Cardhop - The contacts app you'll actually want to use   Support Easy German and get interactive transcripts, live vocabulary and bonus content: easygerman.org/membership

Gil Ofarim geht in die Geschichte ein als wohl umstrittenster Gewinner des Dschungelcamps. Der Musiker gewinnt die 19. Staffel und hat in sämtlichen Zuschauervotings stets die Nase vorn gehabt. Wie konnte das passieren? Haben ihm die anderen Camper indirekt auf den Thron verholfen? Trägt er die Krone verdient? Oder haben die Anrufer hier stillen Protest ausgeübt? Herr Körber ist der Meinung: Gil ist genau der richtige Dschungelkönig für die heutige Zeit. Wieso, warum, weshalb – all das ausführlich besprochen in dieser Folge. Außerdem hat sich Herr Hammes mit Reality-Stars und süßen Zutaten auseinandergesetzt und das neue SAT.1-Format „Kuchen oder Chaos“ unter die Lupe genommen. 00:03:02 | Übergabe KuH des Jahres 2025 FERNSEHEN 00:05:06 | Gil Ofarim gewinnt den Dschungel – wie konnte es dazu kommen? 00:30:03 | Prime Video gibt neuen „The 50“-Cast bekannt 00:32:17 | Antisemitismus-Vorwürfe in Raab-Einspieler 00:33:58 | „Wer stiehlt mir die Show?“ startet im März HAMMES GLOTZT 00:35:03 | „Kuchen oder Chaos – Das Backbattle der Reality-Stars“ (SAT.1; hier geht's zur ausführlichen Analyse bei Patreon) WEIDENGEFLÜSTER 00:50:20 | Viehdback zu Folge 517 01:19:19 | Danke für Euren Support und Hinweis Affiliate FILM 01:21:37 | Hammes sah: „Hamnet“ 01:24:13 | Kino-Charts & -Starts 01:26:10 | Heimkino 01:37:12 | „Star Wars”-News der Woche QUOTENTIPP 01:40:55 | Letztes Mal: „Ich bin ein Star – holt mich hier raus!“ (Finale; Sonntag, 8. Februar 2026, 20:15 Uhr, RTL) 01:42:44 | Dieses Mal: „Ulrich Wetzel – Das Jugendgericht“ (Mittwoch, 18. Februar 2026, 17:00 Uhr, RTL) Alle Wortbeiträge dieser Folge sind eigene Meinungen – teils satirisch – oder Kommentare.

Die Werke von Lukas Wassmann ragen mit Witz und Eleganz aus der heutigen Bilderflut heraus. Luxusartikel setzt er «trashig» frech in Szene. Ihm vertrauen namhafte Labels und Celebrities. «Kulturplatz» begleitet ihn zum «Moon Boot Shooting» ins Engadin. Der Schweizer Fotograf Lukas Wassmann sucht in seinen Mini-Inszenierungen den perfekten Moment und die Irritation. Sein Augenmerk liegt auf dem «etwas Falschen», um seinen Bildern einen Twist zu geben: Hochpreisige Slipper dümpeln im trüben Wasser, an der extravaganten Handtasche schnuppert eine Kuh. Damit begeistert der 45-Jährige die Herausgeber renommierter Hochglanzmagazine. Labels wie Dior, Armani, Louis Vuitton oder ON buchen ihn, Prominente vertrauen ihm.   «Kulturplatz» begleitet ihn zum Shooting ins «Suvretta House» und in sein Revier. Denn Wassmann jagt nicht nur nach guten Bildern, sondern ist auch Jäger und Jagdaufseher.

Wie man ein Fußballspiel gewinnt in der zweiten Liga? Eine Antwort fällt dem 1. FC Nürnberg neuerdings wieder schwer. Auch beim SC Paderborn setzt es eine Niederlage für die Mannschaft von Trainer Miroslav Klose, die diesmal schon im ersten Durchgang entscheidend in Rückstand gerät. Nach der Pause sieht Rafael Lubach die Rote Karte und kämpft sich der Club immerhin ein wenig zurück ins Spiel. Wirklich überzeugend gelang der Auftritt aber nicht, worüber Uli Digmayer, Sebastian Gloser und Fadi Keblawi in der neuen und von der Sparkasse Nürnberg präsentierten Podcast-Folge diskutieren. Es geht außerdem um das nicht unbedingt geglückte Startelf-Debüt des neuen Innenverteidigers Styopa Mkrtchyan, der zum Einstand gleich einmal den Elfmeter zum 0:1 verschuldet. Außerdem wird wie fast immer über das Verhältnis von Klose zum Club im allgemeinen und zu Sportvorstand Joti Chatzialexiou im speziellen diskutiert, nachdem Klose in der Pressekonferenz vor der Partie erneut nicht den Eindruck gemacht hat, mit seiner Situation im Verein zufrieden zu sein. Freundliche Nebenrollen spielen diesmal der Bahnhof in Paderborn, Polizeigewalt und die Frage, wie man eigentlich eine Kuh einfängt. Antwort liefert hier der Service-Podcast Ka Depp.

Wie klug sind unsere Kühe? – In Österreich zeigt Kuh Veronika ein besonderes Verhalten: Sie benutzt Werkzeuge und überrascht damit die Forschung. Die Entdeckung könnte vieles verändern. Sind einige Tiere vielleicht klüger, als wir denken?

Zwei Wochen nichts essen - und dann gesünder?; Warum wir eine bessere Krebsprävention brauchen; So gelingt Holocaust-Erinnerung in Social Media; Oliven statt Kartoffeln? - Was in Deutschland künftig wächst; "Große Fragen" Warum werden wir süchtig?; Vogelgrippe bei Kuh in Niederlanden nachgewiesen; Frühestes Elefantenknochenwerkzeug Europas entdeckt; Warum wir echte Begegnungen brauchen; Modertaion: Johannes Döbbelt. Von WDR 5.

Das Vogelgrippe- Virus ist in den Niederlanden und damit erstmals außerhalb der USA bei einer Kuh nachgewiesen worden. In der Milch des Tieres wurden Antikörper gegen den Erreger H5N1 gefunden, wie aus einem Schreiben der niederländischen Agrarministerin an das Parlament hervorgeht. Martin Gramlich im Gespräch mit ARD-Wissenschaftsredakteurin Veronika Simon

Wenn Katze, Hund, Pferd oder Kuh irgendwann die Schnauze voll haben, könnte es schwierig werden für den Menschen. Und spätestens nach der Lektüre von Nadja Niemeyers Pamphlet „Gegenangriff“ sollten wir Menschen wachsamer sein. Das Buch: „Gegenangriff: Ein Pamphlet“ von Nadja Niemeyer, Diogenes, 171 Seiten, gebundene Ausgabe: 18 €, eBook: 14,99 €, Hörbuch-Download, gelesen von Cathrin Störmer, ca. 9 €; ET: 25.05.2022**********Weitere BeiträgeLiteratur: "Minihorror" von Barbi MarkovićLiteratur: "Schwanentage" von Zhang YueranLiteratur: "Der Freund" von Sigrid Nunez**********Den Artikel zum Stück findet ihr hier.**********Ihr könnt uns auch auf diesen Kanälen folgen: TikTok und Instagram .

Wir beginnen unsere Diskussion über aktuelle Ereignisse mit einem beunruhigenden Trend – dem dramatischen Rückgang der Frauenrechte in Israel. Anschließend sprechen wir über eine neue Welle von KI-Chatbots, die Jesus simulieren und spirituelle Beratung und Begleitung online anbieten. In unserem Wissenschaftsthema diskutieren wir heute über ein Problem, das Menschen in diesen Wochen besonders beschäftigt – Entschlackungsdiäten nach den üppigen Mahlzeiten über die Feiertage. Experten plädieren für eine nachhaltigere Ernährung während und nach dieser Zeit. Und zum Schluss sprechen wir über die Reaktionen von Präsident Trump auf die Anrufe von Kindern, die ihm ihre Weihnachtswünsche mitteilten. Der Rest des Programms ist der deutschen Sprache und Kultur gewidmet. Die heutige Grammatiklektion konzentriert sich auf Verbs Meaning „To Learn". Die Rockband Karat ist eines der Urgesteine der deutschen Musikszene. Vor 50 Jahren in der DDR gegründet fand sie dort schnell Anklang und durfte aufgrund ihrer unkritischen Texte auch im Westen spielen. So gelang der Band nach der Wende der nahtlose Übergang in die gesamtdeutsche Pop-Szene. Ich glaube, dass Ihnen unsere Geschichte über eine Kuh namens Mücke gefallen wird. Auf dem Weg zum Schlachthof büxte sie aus, bewies Mut und Entschlossenheit und nahm ihr Schicksal in die eigene Hand. Dabei hatte sie mehr Glück als Verstand. Und das ist auch unsere Redewendung für diese Woche. Abbau von Frauenrechten in Israel: ein Spiegelbild globaler Trends? Spirituelle Ratschläge von KI-„Jesus"-Chatbots Experten warnen vor Entschlackungsdiäten und empfehlen eine ausgewogene Ernährung während der Feiertage Trump verspricht, den „bösen Weihnachtsmann" nicht in die USA hineinzulassen Die Ost-Rocker von Karat feiern 50. Jubiläum Eine Kuh namens Mücke

Wir beginnen unsere Diskussion über aktuelle Ereignisse mit einem beunruhigenden Trend – dem dramatischen Rückgang der Frauenrechte in Israel. Anschließend sprechen wir über eine neue Welle von KI-Chatbots, die Jesus simulieren und spirituelle Beratung und Begleitung online anbieten. In unserem Wissenschaftsthema diskutieren wir heute über ein Problem, das Menschen in diesen Wochen besonders beschäftigt – Entschlackungsdiäten nach den üppigen Mahlzeiten über die Feiertage. Experten plädieren für eine nachhaltigere Ernährung während und nach dieser Zeit. Und zum Schluss sprechen wir über die Reaktionen von Präsident Trump auf die Anrufe von Kindern, die ihm ihre Weihnachtswünsche mitteilten. Der Rest des Programms ist der deutschen Sprache und Kultur gewidmet. Die heutige Grammatiklektion konzentriert sich auf Verbs Meaning „To Learn". Die Rockband Karat ist eines der Urgesteine der deutschen Musikszene. Vor 50 Jahren in der DDR gegründet fand sie dort schnell Anklang und durfte aufgrund ihrer unkritischen Texte auch im Westen spielen. So gelang der Band nach der Wende der nahtlose Übergang in die gesamtdeutsche Pop-Szene. Ich glaube, dass Ihnen unsere Geschichte über eine Kuh namens Mücke gefallen wird. Auf dem Weg zum Schlachthof büxte sie aus, bewies Mut und Entschlossenheit und nahm ihr Schicksal in die eigene Hand. Dabei hatte sie mehr Glück als Verstand. Und das ist auch unsere Redewendung für diese Woche. Abbau von Frauenrechten in Israel: ein Spiegelbild globaler Trends? Spirituelle Ratschläge von KI-„Jesus"-Chatbots Experten warnen vor Entschlackungsdiäten und empfehlen eine ausgewogene Ernährung während der Feiertage Trump verspricht, den „bösen Weihnachtsmann" nicht in die USA hineinzulassen Die Ost-Rocker von Karat feiern 50. Jubiläum Eine Kuh namens Mücke

Es war um die Weihnachtszeit, als ich jemanden im Krankenhaus besuchte. In der Vorhalle war eine große Weihnachtskrippe aufgebaut. Sehr imposant. Kostbare, handgeschnitzte und mit leuchtenden Farben bemalte Figuren. Der Stall in Bethlehem, Maria und Josef, der Stern, die Weisen aus dem Morgenland, die Hirten, Ochs und Kuh und einige Schafe.

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

Az elmúlt hónapokban egymásra licitáló, szenzációs jóslatokkal foglalkozunk: egyes vélemények szerint ha leválunk az orosz energiahordozókról, a rezsi kétszeresére, háromszorosára, sőt négyszeresére ugrik. Sokáig mindez csak légvárnak tűnt – nem láttuk, milyen számításokból nőnek ekkorára ezek a számok. Most azonban a Portfolio kezébe került egy modell, amely papíron valóban igazolja az árrobbanást. Csakhogy amikor szétszedjük a gépházat, leegyszerűsítések és feltételezések sora bukkan elő. Mit jelent ez a számláinkra nézve, és hol csúszik el a matek? Erről kérdezzük Kabát Krisztiánt, a Portfolio energetikai elemzőjét. A folytatásban a vállalati API-okat nézzük meg közelebbről. Ezek leegyszerűsítve egy olyan “kapuk”, amin keresztül a cég saját rendszerei közvetlenül tudnak a bankkal “beszélgetni”, így gyorsabb és kevesebb manuális munka lesz a pénzügyekben. De hogy működik mindez a gyakorlatban, és miért éri meg egy banknak egy ilyen fejlesztés? A Checklist vendége Kuhárszki András, az OTP Bank digitális banki területek ügyvezető igazgatója volt. Főbb részek: Intro − (00:00) Mennyivel nőhet valójában a gáz-és áramár? − (02:08) Hogy működnek az API-ok? − (19:38) Kép forrása: Getty ImagesSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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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

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？」

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.

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:

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?!

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...

Eine neue Konsole, ein neues Mario Kart! Nach einer gefühlten Ewigkeit, in der Mario Kart 8 Deluxe den Thron der Fun-Racer besetzt hielt, schickt Nintendo mit Mario Kart World für die Switch 2 endlich einen Nachfolger ins Rennen. Die größte Neuerung: eine riesige, offene Welt, die alle Strecken miteinander verbindet. Doch ist dieser mutige Schritt der erhoffte Geniestreich oder verfährt sich Nintendo in einer leeren Welt voller belangloser Sammelaufgaben?In der neuen Folge stürzen sich Micha, Manu und Michi in hitzige Debatten und analysieren den wichtigsten Launch-Titel der Switch 2. Erfahrt, warum der neue Knockout-Tour-Modus für uns das absolute Highlight und pures Adrenalin ist, wie die neuen Stunt-Mechaniken das Fahrgefühl auf den Kopf stellen und ob das Chaos mit 24 Fahrern noch Spaß macht oder nur frustriert. Wir klären, warum die Open World uns zwiegespalten zurücklässt und widmen uns natürlich auch der wichtigsten Frage von allen: Wie geil ist es eigentlich, als Kuh zu gewinnen? Hört rein für unser ausführliches Fazit! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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?

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

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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?