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8 August 2024 (recording date) — Beautiful summer morning — Slice of dream country on the outskirts of Tampere — Rowing service gone — The wooden bridge — The cover of At Dawn: Early Short Stories — Bridge modifications — Lagoon — Esthetics — Windows of opportunity — True also with creative works — This podcast — No song-and-dance person — Leafing through the volumes of the podcast transcript books — Word-for-word transcripts — My favourite type of interview or discussion to read — Interview articles used to be edited to a very high degree — With recitations of facts — Thousands of interviews — Some humility — A journal — A place to reflect on my own and other people's works — Some autobiography — Goose-stepping — Looking back on episode 4.15 — A new freedom in music in the early 1960s — A few pieces by The Scorpions and The Ventures — Speed — Cars and motorcycles — Being able to go fast and freely — Emerged in the 20th century — Rock music — Expressing new feelings of freedom — Related feelings of exhilaration — In earlier centuries — Trains — Horses — Not the same thing — Creative update — Backlog — So far this year — One full work per month — What Now with Simo, Season 3 transcript book — Discussions with David Lee Homb and Pierre Estève — Land of Youth & Beauty: Early Poems (Large Print Edition) — Singles “That Dark, Dark Night” and “In the Fog, Deep” — Album Passages Dark and Light II — Sheet music book Tales from the North, Book I (12 piano duets) — The real world premiere of any of the pieces or the full set — Intentionally crude demonstration album — At Dawn: Early Short Stories (Large Print Edition) — Accessible for people with any visual impairment — A dear project to me — 18-point font for the book of poetry — 24-point for the book of short stories — Also for people who simply prefer to read a large font — Different editions of Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass — Enjoyed the large print edition most — Inspired by the references in Northern Exposure — Certain things happen only when reading physical works — Mind quietens down, goes calmer — Tactile and sensual elements — David Lynch tweet — Emphysema — Smoking can't be removed from the equation — Otherwise in great health and filled with happiness — Will never retire

Autumn is nearly upon us again, but all we care about is TV. That's why we've invited back Alexandra Collins and Daniel MacEachern to look at the calendar of forthcoming premieres and make our picks in the categories of Shows We're Into; Shows We Should Be Into But Aren't; the all-new "Happy For You" category for shows we don't care about but don't begrudge others enjoying; and Shows No One Should Be Into. Tara pitches the 9-1-1-: Lone Star episode "Everyone And Their Brother" for induction into the Canon. Then, after naming the week's Winner and Loser, it's on to a Game Time that's gonna get itself, gonna get itself, gonna get itself connected. Wrap a scarf or five around your neck and join us! GUESTS

Fertility Clinic nurse assistant studies female anatomy.By thomas_dean. Subscribe & listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 7: Pillow TalkI may have spoken of the much about my romantic interludes, sex play with my husband Jerry during my internship at the Fertility Clinic in my last year in college. I sighed 'husband' and 'wife' had become archaic words officially, but everyone in heterosexual relations still used those words in lieu of the official term `partner.' In a reflective moment cuddling, "Partners," Jerry had dismissed much modern parlance, "Sounds like something cowhands said to other guys in the old Western Movies."With both of us in school and working, our quest for physical intimacy tended to result in a quick, but spirited struggle, a wrestling match, Jerry called sexercises. There was only precious moments for a little cuddling time which generates pillow talk. As days grew longer and time in school shortened, we suddenly found more time for each other."Have you thought what you'll do after you graduate?" Jerry asked the frightening question. Up to now my hectic schedule, at school and work, gave me little time to ponder that the curtain would close on this life shortly.My mornings began early. I was due in at the Clinic at 5:45 AM. I had to give myself extra time. On my way to the bathroom on those mornings, Jerry's strong hand often landed on my shoulders. I'd feel the stumble of his whiskers rubbing against my neck, especially if I awoke still in my improvised PJs, worn panties and Jerry's raggy tee shirt."Jerry," I'd chide him, "Why do I know that if I find myself wearing my panties when I wake, it was good to have allowed extra time to get ready?" Wrestling me to the ground to take me from behind, Jerry quickly whipped my night clothes off. We rocked together till he came. "All too quickly," I pouted, "even if you never make me late for work."On my birthday, Jerry presented me with a harem girl PJs, a flimsy cotton bra and baggy bloomers tight at the waist and mid-calf ballooning out in between. "Hmm," I inspected the present, "Sheer. They should slide off easily enough when your projectile rules your brain."Contrary to his rough grab and tumble style, ritualizing the extraction procedure practiced in the Fertility Clinic dominated our sex play. Jerry played the docile partner when we reenacted my experiences at work.As much as I tried to keep my work life as an Intern at the Fertility Clinic entirely separate from my life at home, my husband Jerry's fascination with my role in assisting the drawing of sperm from virile young men occupied not only what few moments we could spare for our table talk, but also our sex play. Lounging on our couch with Jerry in my harem girl outfit, a loose fitting, billowy PJ bottom and matching cotton bra, Jerry appeared to be more intrigued than concerned. "It's a mechanical process," Jerry recognized, "without an emotional attachment. Kind of like the short-arm inspection in the service."Joining the nursing assistants in what we dubbed 'The Walk of Shame,' strolling nude from the locker where we stowed our street clothes to the employees' showers, Dr. Velour, exchanging pleasantries, smiled as she watched my eyes follow her double double D boobs bouncing with her every stride. "You're married to a male partner. Right? I meant to ask you," Dr. Velour got directly to the point, "how does your partner feel about your role in harvesting semen?""My husband," I paused for emphasis before continuing the response, "Jerry regards it as a process, like drilling for oil." I paused. "The clinic produces a yield and sells its product aloof from any personal commitment beyond professional pride in the product. The physical contact is incidental to the process, entirely impersonal without an emotional dimension."Snuggling with Jerry on the couch, I exclaimed, "Truth," I paused for emphasis, "could never have been better said! How could my work in extracting sperm from a male donor be any different from operating a pump?" I shot Jerry an expression of benign innocence as I plucked his member from his boxers. "All we do is work the handle to draw fluid from the well. A pure question of hydraulics. You're the engineering student. All that is little more than Archimedes Principles at work," I declared.Told of Jerry's description of inducing an emission as an application of the principles of `sexual hydraulics,' Dr. Velour described Jerry's reaction as objective with a bias toward structural analysis that she'd might expect from an engineering student. Pausing to think, Dr. Velour remarked, "It's good you have support at home. Some women might eh—not want to be so open with a partner. Surprisingly—men are different.""Jerry is so fascinated with my work at the Fertility Clinic," I shook my head, "We reenact the procedures to draw sperm. Interaction, says Jerry, might stimulate the donor, but the purpose is impersonal to draw the product, not to administer pleasure.""Hmm, there is," Dr. Velour raised her penciled in eyebrows, "a slender difference between the pleasure of business," She smiled, "and the business of pleasure, one wavering on a subtle question of purpose, intent and motivation."I chuckled. "Motivations, that's my field in Industrial Psychology."On the couch with Jerry cuddling up in a rare precious moment, I nested my breasts into his bare hairy chest. The outline of erect nipples proudly jutted out in the soft cotton fabric of the harem girl top. Whispering provocatively, I tapped Jerry's chest with the tip of my index finger, "two romantically motivated people putting their heads together can have more fun than one guy hitched to a post to jerk off."Then came the moment I dreaded. An aroused and tempted Jerry, brushing past the thin elastic band of my baggy bloomers, seized the flesh of my ass in his hand and kneaded it for a full minute before his hand reached over my hip and plunged down toward my pubes. "Slick!" Jerry's shriek ventured into such a high octave it sounded as if I had yanked his testicles. "When did this happen? If you wanted to go bald down there, why didn't you let me shave you?" Jerry cried.I sighed. "Shaving is so passe," I protested, "To avoid infections, hospitals, these days, use depilatory creams. No nicks, no cuts, no razor burns, thank god!" I exclaimed.At the entrance to the shower, I stood with Dr. Velour. Tilting her head back in a moment of reflection, Dr. Velour placed a firm hand on my bare shoulder. A shot of electricity ran through my body. My breath quickened; my nipples hardened, but I was confused. Velour was a woman.I had classified myself as a heterosexual. That's what it said on my marriage license in the statistical section-a totally private declaration not available to the public or even to `my partner,' but of course was available to the advertisers who loaded down our mailbox.Dr. Velour remarked, "Much of what we do here in the clinic to some outsiders may seem a semantic shuffle. It is unlawful for say a brother and sister to have sex, but a client seeking certain features might request a sister be inseminated by her brother's sperm.""Hmm, perfectly legal?" I inquired."Yes, but what are the ethics," Dr. Velour continued the hypothetical, "of inseminating a woman with sperm from a male with whom she could not legally have sex? From the perspective of your discipline, could you prepare me an opinion of whether we should tell the sister that she's being inseminated by her brother? Are you up to it?""A project of that nature would be difficult, lasting well beyond the few days I have left in school-and in this internship." I was reminded of Jerry's gut-wrenching question. Also, to graduate, I had finals to study for. I daringly raised the issue, "Could this project lead to a permanent job?"With a pleasant smile, Dr. Velour announced, "Perhaps, then I should consider rounding out your experience here at the clinic. I think it's time to advance your nurse-trainees' group to the next level, the female's body. The female body, like the female mind, is far more complex. I'll summon the rest of the group to meet downstairs in the theatre."Inside the shower, Dr. Velour seemed to vanish into the misty droplets that permeated the room before it condensed in dips on the tiled wall. I guessed Dr. Velour was in a hurry to accomplish some tasks before a training session. After rinsing off, I told the clerk, "I need scrubs for Dr. Velour's Nursing Assistant training.""Next level?" To my nod, the Clerk advised with a pleasant smile, "Congratulations, promoted to tend to females." A disarming smile filled her face when she reminded me, "With each little step the next one becomes that much easier.""Now, if that leads to a full-time job after graduation ..." I shook my head."Today," the clerk noted as she handed me a package, "you get the Nursing Assistant's full kit—scrubs, your very own plastic name tag, granny panties, bra and white sneakers.""I suppose I could attach the plastic name tag to the Shower Siren's top-the white bikini top the girl who works the donor's shower sports, but," I smiled, "there's something—a special eh, different appeal—to the nurse's scrubs," I remarked as I accepted the uniform. "Clothing defines the person and their role."On the couch with Jerry, I tried to conceal my delight over Jerry's present of harem girl pajamas. Holding the bottoms in front of me, I tried to assume a clinical tone in my comment, "tight at the waist and ankle, puffing out in between. Thin waist band may have trouble holding the bottoms up."To Jerry's smile, I shook my head. "I guess they're not intended to stay up. But this bra," I pulled the two ends to test it, "Cotton, no elastic, do you think this bra is sturdy enough to bind my wrists."Jerry responded with a devilish grin. Tilting my head, I smiled. "I guess you prefer to whip these PJs off my body to use me like a whore." With an evil smile, I added, "I should be proud to accept this gift as your candid appraisal of eh, my talents, quite a complement.""Clothing does add something," Jerry quipped, "even if I don't figure that you'll need it all night long."Receiving the scrubs from the clerk reporting in after showering at the Fertility Clinic, I reflected, "Scrubs do lend an air of authority." My comment drew a polite half smile and a nod.Fully dressed in fresh scrubs, I walked with an air of confidence as passed by co-workers moving toward the ramp that led to the subsurface level gym, pool and theatre. Trading pleasantries, I enthusiastically declared, "class exercises today, Introduction to Female Anatomy."When I entered the small theatre next to Dr. Velour's office, the other nursing assistant trainees, Cassie, employed by the clinic's gym, muscles bulging under short sleeved scrubs, Pat, the big breasted college girl, participating in an experiment at the Clinic and dark-haired Beth the oldest of the group had previously acted as a surrogate mother. All turned their heads to look when I entered, as if they had been waiting. Waiting for what? I wondered. What was up?On stage, Dr. Velour stood hand resting on a gynecological table. "Amy," Dr. Velour beckoned to me in a pleasant but officious tone, "how good of you to join us." To her left side in a corner of the stage rested a 5 foot by 5 foot white privacy screen. Inviting me on the stage, Dr. Velour announced, "Ladies, our study of anatomy of the female begins. Amy, would you go behind the screen, disrobe and put on a gown for us."I shook my head. "Why did you waste time by having me dress?" I allowed a tone of annoyance of enter my voice. "An anatomical model needs no costume.""The gown is optional, Amy," Dr. Velour, raising her eyebrows, snapped, "at your discretion.""You're going to poke and prod," I replied, "the gown will just be getting in the way."Undressing quickly behind the screen, I dismissed the fear that I was being submissive. Jerry taught me that he got over the rigors of the Marine Corps by responding enthusiastically to outrageous orders and overdoing it. "They're trying to cow you. But, if you show you can't be humiliated, they'll think you're crazy and leave you alone."Emerging from behind the screen, I held my arms out, "tah dah!" The faces of the nurse-trainees fell; Even Dr. Velour looked away. No one laughed. I had humiliated them. "I've exhibited my virtues. What's next?" I demanded.After a deep breath, Dr. Velour recovered from her surprise. "Lesson One is prepping, but first we have an initial evaluation," Dr. Velour pointed to my hair "hair clean, skin clear, breasts symmetric, no obvious discoloration of the nipples. You'll notice Amy has untamed pubic hair, slightly darker than her auburn hair."Ordered to turn around, I felt a tingle when Dr. Velour laid sturdy hands on my bare shoulders and grabbed the flesh around my hips. Tickling me by running a fingernail down my spine, Dr. Velour complimented me, "good posture."Stood on a scale on the right side of the stage, I measured in at 5 foot 2 and weighed 115 pounds. I jumped when Dr. Velour placed the cold steel of the stethoscope against my bare chest wall to listen to my heartbeat. With a playful, slap on my bare tush, she ordered me up on the table. I felt my fanny with great exaggeration like a chastised child.Placing my feet in the stirrups, Dr. Velour invited the other trainees on stage. "To examine the vulva, the female's external genitalia thoroughly, there is only one way: first remove the pubic hair." Leaning over to address me, Dr. Velour asked my permission, "Is that OK with you, Amy?"I had already decided to co-operate. "I'm willing for the cause of-science, but what do I tell my guy?" I asked in an exaggerated plaintive voice.Momentarily stunned, Dr. Velour hesitated. After a delay, she spoke, "You may tell your guy. `I was lucky," Dr. Velour took a breath, "`I wasn't shaved. My curly mess was trimmed by an experienced person, not a trainee and the hair was vaporized by a gentle cream."Turning to her audience, Dr. Velour discoursed, "In the course of human evolution, hairless bodies with smooth, clear skin signaled good health. Even though women are naturally less hirsute, sexual selection, ie attraction of a mate, may be the female's hidden agenda in her preference for bare pubes. Motivations and preferences are your field, Amy." Dr. Velour threw the question back to me, "Do you have any thoughts?""As far as male donors," I replied, "and female surrogates, the clinic insists that all females participating in our programs as well as male donors be shorn-With the male a clean pubic region assures that the iron jock strap fit snuggly. Also, it makes visual examination of the reproductive organs easier-for signs of infection or injuries.""In the outside world," Dr. Velour lectured, "some women and men remove body hair for aesthetic purposes; others for hygienic purposes; still many others as a matter of arbitrary choice. Soon, each of you will begin depilating the body hair of a patient. However, first you must watch it done. Amy, with your permission, I'm going to depilate your pubic hair." When I deliberately hesitated, Dr. Velour prodded me, "Are you ready?""I hear short skirts are coming back," I replied enthusiastically, "this is free grooming.""First, we comb the pubes for lose hair from the external genitalia, the perineum under the vaginal orifice and the perianal skin around the anus. Pat," Dr. Velour calling the college girl forward, "You're in the milk induction study and regularly are groomed here. Could you show Amy how it's done?" When Pat snatched the fine-toothed comb, Dr. Velour, grasping Pat's hand to guide Pat through the tangled web over my pubic mound, pleasantly reminded her, "gently."Summoned to the stage, Cassie was handed a damp rag and told to clean my pubic region. "This will remove whatever loose hairs and dirt the comb did not pick up." Beth was invited to scissor clip my bush. Beth pleasantly chattered away before she left me with stubble. "Good bedside manner," Dr. Velour complimented Beth, "Now I'll take over and apply the cream."Taking a small jar of cream, "nothing works better than my own special concoction," Dr. Velour assured me. "I'm going to rub the depilatory cream into the inguinal crease, the boundary, often hairy, between the thigh and the pelvis." The sensation was pleasant when she worked the cream into the crease massaging the outer edge of my vaginal lips in the process.When I reacted to her circular motions rubbing the cream in an arc across my mound, by attempting to rear up my butt, struggling against the stirrups, she, in comforting almost hypnotic tones whispered, "Close your eyes. Relax. Breathe easily. Think of yourself somewhere else with your guy, except he's doing it your way."Her voice-or was it some property in the cream-sent me into an altered state. I chose not to fight it. I was vaguely aware that Dr. Velour was addressing the ladies, "While we wait for the depilatory cream did as instructed, we can continue to study the vulva, older texts may call the area between the legs the pudendum. In the center is the vestibule of the vaginal orifice. Superior to the vaginal vestibule is the urinary orifice and the clitoris, the analogue to the male penis, and the seat of much-eh, eh --," she giggled, "mischief."I'm pretty sure she smiled as a gloved finger prodded the clitoris. "Distal to the vaginal," Dr. Velour expounded, "vestibule are the vaginal lips or labia, the fleshy folds that surround the opening the vagina. Hair can grow in the pudendal cleft the crease or crevice between the ridges of the major and minor labia. Let me work some cream there."My heart was palpitating as she worked the crease between the vaginal lips. "The inner lips," Dr. Velour taught, "the labia minora link up superior to the clitoris at the frenulum or prepuce and inferior to the clitoris at the glans clitoris or clitoral hood."I was there, listening to the lecture, but no longer cared anymore. I was hoovering on the edge of an orgasm when Dr. Velour's nimble fingers outlines the folds around the clitoral hood. "Inferior to the vaginal vestibule are the perineum and the anal cavity," Dr. Velour addressed the trainees, "still covered in the depilatory cream."

Fertility clinic nurse explores magic of sex play in study.By thomas_dean. Subscribe & listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 4: Fun & Games People Play.My tall and muscular husband Jerry, pleasantly bemused, encouraged my studies and offered his body for practice."First, I wash my hands and introduce myself," I went through my checklist, "Good morning Mr.Warbler. I'm Nursing Assistant Amy Warbler. After I release you from chastity, I'm going to conduct a testicular exam, a complete physical inspection of the genitalia, the penis, scrotum, and testicles.""Oh, please do," said Jerry with a smile.I moved his chin to the right and ordered Jerry to put his hands on his head.Passing my written and practical test, with Jerry's help, I found myself in a somewhat more staid, professionalized environment. On duty, I was addressed as Miss Warbler. I wore medical scrubs replete with a name tag that identified me as a Nursing Assistant.Co-opting in the trial run-through for the hands-on portion of the exam, Jerry complained that I should borrow surgical scrubs for more realism in my exam. "There's something to the medical accoutrements, the scrubs, the name tag, and the stethoscope that promote cooperation of the subject."With Jerry's size and strength, I needed all the help the prop of an improvised costume could bring to assure his pliancy.To accommodate Jerry's quest for realism, I wore one of his white shirts, backwards, over a loose, billowy pj bottom. I preferred the short sleeve shirt to tease Jerry with a glimpse at my breasts. Jerry's T-Shirt fit loose enough; I only buttoned the top button to make sure the top flowed with my movement. To Jerry's suggestion that, on duty, I wear a bra or a T-shirt under the scrubs, I reminded him that paying customers give tips."Tips for Tits!" Jerry exclaimed. "You must model this exceptional garment for me. Bring a pair home.""To leave at the end of my shift," I replied, "I have to walk naked from a communal shower along a steel mesh parapet for 100 paces. How can I spirit scrubs out of the clinic?"Still, even after elevation to a demi-professional caste, we had to strip, stow our street clothes in a locker, and walk naked along a catwalk about 100 feet to communal showers. Instead of the 4AM race of the cleaning crew to the showers, we leisurely strolled to the showers. One of the women walked with the man, idly chatting. Next to me walked a cherubic brunette Darrie. "Think of it as short for Darling," she told me."Appropriate name," I replied, "for the angel who releases the male donor from the cock block to release the built-up eh—tension.""Angel Darlin', now that would be a nice name," Darrie chuckled, "the guys call the nurse in the locker the Angel of Mercy. We call her the `Warden.'"In our practice for my hands on exam, Jerry expressed interest in experiencing me in the role of the Angel of Mercy."Not ready to recognize me as your warden," I chided Jerry.Perhaps, Jerry suggested as he stood naked in front of me that I should have obtained permission to borrow a chastity belt for that purpose. "The clinic might have allowed issuance of the belt, but not the electronic notebook. You might find a chastity grows on you. Without the release button on the electronic notebook, you'll find the belt is easier to get into than to get out of."Under the spigot next to me, Darrie, looking around the shower, sighed. "You're new. The only problem with working at the Fertility Clinic is," a silly expression appeared on her face, "it grows on you.""Quite an interesting comment," I replied, "about an institution designed to grow eh, people.""The longer you are here," Darrie smiled, "the more you're bound up in it, the harder it is to leave, and the more you find yourself willing to do."Though there were enough spigots in the shower for us to keep a respectful distance from each other, we tended to congregate within arms' reach of each other. "I'm going to help you-just for the first few customers-In the locker-just to show," Darrie proposed, "you how to handle eh, the ropes." We both giggled together before she asked, "Soap up my back, will you be a luv?"Turning her back to me, Darrie waited for me to apply a washcloth from the short hairs of her neck to her shoulder blades down to her butt. "Are you married, luv?" When I acknowledged, she prodded me, "to a guy?" At my nod, she added, "you'd do well as shower girl, but today you play warden, unlock them on the way in and lock them tight on the way out."At the clothing counter, Darrie recommended that I wear a T-Shirt under the scrubs, "It being your first time, you might not want guys gaping at your swinging tits.""Tits bring Tips," I quipped.In my practice with Jerry, I went through the protocol: "Second, once the subject has disrobed, the subject should present naked standing in front of you. Some prefer to perform the examination kneeling to the side of the patient. Most examiners prefer to stand to conduct an initial appraisal of the subject's general condition.""Hands on your head, Mr.Warbler, if you please, legs apart," I ordered in a cheerful voice."Why do you need to keep an eye on my hands?" Jerry asked. "Does a 90 lb woman facing fear losing control over a naked, sex crazed man recently sprung from chastity?""Interesting choice of words," I replied.When Darrie and I peeked in the male donor's locker, three or four men completely undressed were milling about inside. Darrie pointing out a fair skinned nervous sort criss-crossing his chest with his arms, "Probably, the new guy, Mr.Flesher," she surmised.Naked except for an inverted triangular shaped dome covering their crotches, the men awaited release. Standing at the entrance the male donor's locker, Darrie whispered, "Unexpected things," an evil smile peered on her lips, "especially with new donors can happen when the projectile is unleashed. Never stand directly in the path of an eruption."We both giggled when I quipped, "Interesting concept."Entering the male donor's locker, Darrie barked, "Line up," Darrie pointed to a line down the middle of the room, "Hands on your heads, the one on top of your head you think with, if you expect your schlong to swing."There were some catcalls from the guys lining up. One called out, "Wear a bra if you're afraid I'll cop a feel.""While I keep your schlong locked," Darrie shot back, "fondling my tits in a moment of joy will bring your cock quite a shock.""You just want to smell my pits," screeched another."Just to check, forsooth," Darrie quipped, "underarms remain smooth and clean and not hirsute." Darrie leaned over to give me advice at an audible whisper, "it's good to keep chappies happy by wiggling your tush and acting a little sassy.""Consider this a eh, dress rehearsal. You're suitably naked and I'm in an improvised nurse's costume," I commenced a test-run of the examination. As Jerry stood hands over his head, I announced the next step, "Third," pausing to seize his penis for examination, I continued, "thoroughly inspect the penis frontal and dorsal,-eh all sides for lumps, swellings, ulcers or scars."At my touch, I could feel Jerry's penis begin to pulsate and gel from flaccid to rubbery. I noticed Jerry's lips pursing. I heard my heart pounding in my chest. Breathlessly, in a dreamy voice combining technical book learning with pillow talk, I gushed, "think of the penis as engineering miracle of erectional hydraulics, a natural pump capable of accomplishing a surge of blood flow within seconds. When the penis swells with blood, the pelvic floor muscles launch the penis eh, into ecstasy."Ecstasy? I questioned myself. That's contrary to protocol which impersonalized intimate contact. Putting aside the delicacy of social conventions, I, focusing on the objective, must conduct procedures by the book step-by-step. The heart may beat faster, the temperature may rise, but the purpose of intimate contact is professional. "Physical contact with a female nurse during a delicate examination can produce a natural reaction in a male patient," I reassured Jerry."Priming the pump triggers the launch. I hope so," Jerry replied.Announcing as we swept into the locker room, "Gentlemen prepare to launch your rockets, 10-9 -8-7 ...," Darrie pushed a button on her notepad. The clang of the plastic covers falling to the ground followed. While I collected the fallen shields, Darry declared, "Fun time! Examination of the genitalia."When she reached Mr.Flesher who managed to conceal himself at the end of the line, he was shaking; his fair skin was burnished red. In a soothing voice, Darry assured Flesher, "There's no shame in a natural reaction to physical contact with a female during a genital examination."Hushing the other men, Darrie sent them into the shower, noting, "Go take care of what you came here to do."As the other men filtered out into the shower, Darrie called me over. "Mr.Flesher," she addressed him, maintaining eye contact, "Let me introduce Amy Warbler, our new Nursing Assistant. I need to report to Dr. Velour our boss that Nurse Warbler is fully capable of conducting exams on her own. Can you help me teach our Nurse Warbler the art of an intimate examination? It'll only take a sec. Then you can get hitched to the hitching post for release. That's what you came here for, right?"In practicing with Jerry, I pronounced, "Fourth, inspect the scrotum. Hmm," I interjected, "I get to keep hold of your joystick. Moving the penis out of the way, inspect all sides of the scrotum. Lift the scrotum to check its underside."In the locker, Darrie thanked Mr.Flesher, "Good! My examination will only take a couple more minutes before you're on your way to the hitching post, release and ecstasy."In my dry run with Jerry, I reached the Fifth stage "palpating," I interjected, "that's an inflated medical term for examining by touch, the testicles.""Inflated? That's an interesting word. Sounds like fun," Jerry's laughter went into the falsetto range when I pinched a testicle."With my thumbs and index fingers," I explained, "I roll the testes between the fingers to detect potential abnormalities. Feel along the duct work, the epididymis tube and the duct deferens which deliver the sperm for ejaculation.""Go easy," Jerry's voice ventured into the falsetto range."That wasn't so bad. Your examination is over," I advised Jerry, "You're free to have fun. Thank you for being such a good boy," I patted his tush, "for behaving yourself and cooperating." I turned my back on Jerry to take off my gloves and drop them in the bathroom."Free!" Jerry exclaimed. When I felt his hands gripping me. Lifted off my feet, I felt the pj bottoms slide away. Bent at the waist, I heard Jerry yell "I don't have to be good, no more, but it will be good."In the locker, Darrie concluded Flesher's examination. "Not so bad, was it? You passed your exam with flying colors," Darrie counselled Mr. Flesher, "You're dangling free. Go have fun with it!" As Flesher walked away, Dearie whispered, "never turn your back on a released donor."At home, Jerry exclaimed, "Time for fun." A wild expression cropped on his face. "The pump's been primed, the torrents will flow." I felt the warmth of his body nestle between the half-moons of my ass while his nimble fingers separated my vaginal lips. Then he hesitated."Go ahead. Fuck me." I ordered Jerry. Tease, denial and release, I wondered as I gasped when Jerry penetrated, was that the magic?Chapter 5: Nature of the AttractionIn my senior year in college, I worked several hours in the early morning before classes in a fertility clinic. It was part of my internship toward my degree in Industrial Psychology. In my rotation as a student intern in the clinic, I, through study and practical training, had earned a promotion out of maintenance into the Nursing Department as an assistant.Smart in her white lab coat and dark dress, Dr. Velour introduced the study to three nursing assistant candidates gathered in her office."We start our study with the male body because it is less complex, designed for an important, but momentary role in reproduction," Dr. Velour's word brought a ripple of giggling to the motley group of prospective nursing assistants."This is a business," Dr. Velour expounded, "We have to recruit livestock, groom their bodies, generate interest in purchasers, draw and refine the product and sell it. Initially, our question in dealing with the men, is what makes a man want to `bind his loins' in a cock-blocker, hitch his penis to a machine and discharge his seed into a hitching post? The answer at least initially is curiosity."I chuckled. Ever since I obtained this internship, my husband Jerry has beseeched me to sneak him in to test his equipment. Didn't I put out enough? I lay crunched up like a pretzel, hands bound behind my back with my bra, complaints squelched with panties in my mouth too often to think differently.It was hard to think of Jerry tied docilely to a hitching post at the Clinic to be jerked off. For foreplay, Jerry preferred wrestling me to the ground. Taken by surprise, forced face down, with Jerry strong hands tugging at the waistband of my jeans, I'd spur Jerry on by pleading, "Don't rip my clothes, Jerry. I don't get paid till next week."Was Jerry jealous or afraid my job involved physical contact with other men? No, Jerry was so curious so much so he wanted me to reenact the protocols in sperm extraction."You come to the clinic through different pathways, bringing different experiences to the study. Dr. Velour looked from student to student, "we have Amy, here, a student in Industrial Psychology at the local college. Perhaps with Amy's background in Industrial Psychology, she will develop a clearer idea the motivation of the persons involved in the people involved in the donation process. Amy?""My ugh-experience tells me curiosity is a good hypothesis," I replied. The room filled with chuckling, "Men are always looking for a new spot to anchor their spar in."When the laughter subsided, Dr. Velour pointed out a girl with muscular forearms and legs, "Next, we have Cassie. She's a gymnast who has been working in the gym; Pat," Dr. Velour pointed out a college girl like me, "a participant in our experiment in inducing the mammary glands to produce milk; and Beth," Dr. Velour pointed to a woman in her mid-thirties, "a surrogate.""Regardless of sex, however," Dr. Velour continued, "the brain is the largest sex organ. Oh, the body reacts to physical stimulation and once aroused can control the mind, but the mind creates the expectations in given situations.""Thus, because male body's function in reproduction is limited," Dr. Velour ex

Luke Milliron discusses the growing list of problems with the Monterey almond variety in the northern Sacramento Valley. Leafing failure (what is it) Leafing failure (what might be causing it) Flowering failure Come to an upcoming extension meeting!Sacramento Valley San Joaquin Valley (scroll to the bottom) The views, thoughts, and opinions expressed are the speaker's own and do not represent the views, thoughts, and opinions of the University of California. The material and information presented here is for general information purposes only. The "University of California" name and all forms and abbreviations are the property of its owner and its use does not imply endorsement of or opposition to any specific organization, product, or service.Follow us on Twitter! @SacOrchards and @SJVtandvThank you to the Almond, Pistachio, Prune, and Walnut Boards of California for their kind donations. Thank you to Muriel Gordon for the music.Mention of an agrichemical does not constitute a recommendation, merely the sharing of research findings. Always follow the label. The label is law. Find out more at ipm.ucanr.edu.

Gurdeep takes you through his 5 stages of ‘Leafing' (Leafs grieving) ...AND... Pooja tries to convince the room she's now a runner, but the gang has questions!

In this replay episode of Growing in the Green Industry, we welcome Matthew Ross, Director of Continuing Education at Longwood Gardens. The hosts get back to their horticultural roots, as Matthew talks about the history of public gardens, the importance of connecting people to the natural environment, and the horticultural and educational opportunities Longwood Gardens provides for the public. Matthew provides a unique perspective, as a horticulturist, educator, and photographer, and as someone who is passionate about bringing people together through their shared love of plants. This episode is hosted by Miles Kuperus, Neal Glatt of GrowTheBench, Luke Melograno at Mariani Landscape, and Macey Robinson at LandCare.

We have a *very* special Playoff edition of Too Many Men as Sara and Shayna anchor today's show! They're here with all your favorite show segments covering this NHL postseason. Plus, an 'on-the-road' appearance from Alison and our special guest Piper Shaw as they breakdown the Kraken-Stars series and more! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

We have a *very* special Playoff edition of Too Many Men as Sara and Shayna anchor today's show! They're here with all your favorite show segments covering this NHL postseason. Plus, an 'on-the-road' appearance from Alison and our special guest Piper Shaw as they breakdown the Kraken-Stars series and more! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

We have a *very* special Playoff edition of Too Many Men as Sara and Shayna anchor today's show! They're here with all your favorite show segments covering this NHL postseason. Plus, an 'on-the-road' appearance from Alison and our special guest Piper Shaw as they breakdown the Kraken-Stars series and more! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

It is a rare occation when the author of cult books such as American Psycho and The Rules of Attraction releases his first novel in 13 years. For readers of Bret Easton Ellis's earlier books, The Shards has a familiar atmosphere, and he doesn't shy away from explicit descriptions of sex or violence.We are in early 80s LA, and the main character, Bret Ellis, is 17 and a senior at the prestigious private school Buckley. A charming new student in class challenges Bret's attempt to hide his attraction to men.But something darks lurks beneath the glossy surface. The story is told by a now middle aged Bret revisiting the fatal senior year when a serial killer appeared in LA. Leafing through his old yearbook, he notices the five classmates that are missing.Ellis likes to provoke, both in fiction and in public debate. The Shards is no exception. First published in serial format on Ellis's own podcast, the story is passed off as a memoir based on Ellis's own experiences, much like the earlier Lunar Park. As the serial killer moves ever closer to Bret's circle, the book also describes Bret's sexual and literary awakening, making it as much a story of the author's journey into writing.When Ellis visits the House of Literature for the first time, he is joined on stage by Emma Clare Gabrielsen. She has worked for many years as a journalist in Natt & Dag, DN and Norwegian broadcasting NRK, where her documentary on pedophiles earned her nominations for both Norway's premier journalist prize and Prix Europe's "European Journalist of the Year". Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

This week hosts Gar @TheRealDeFo the GarFather @26MikeRedmond and special guest DenBob @dbosco30 discuss hangover remedies, what we're thankful for, movie lists (Thanksgiving, Grossing, Expensive), regular guys, what we're watching, the world cup & other sports, with some amazing listener feedback, and much, much more!! Join the GarNation family on Discord -> https://discord.gg/9XPx7rBynS Find all our closing music in a play list on Spotify! The GarParel store is now open. Go to cafepress.com/garcast You can contact the GarCast by any of the following ways via Linktree Email thegarcast@gmail.com If you want, you can send us a voice message by following this link https://anchor.fm/garcast/message Intro Music Dead To The World by Clyde YouTube Video Here Closing Music is Intergalactic Performed by Beastie Boys FRIENDS OF THE SHOW What's the PHDeal? Podcast on iTunes, Spotify, etc Be sure to check out Clyde on Facebook Check out music from Men And Whales -> https://menandwhales.com/ --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/garcast/message

The Traditions - "The Wind" - 7" 45 [0:00:00] Music behind DJ: J.B. & the V-Kings - "Lazy Soul" - 7" 45 [0:01:51] Barrett Strong - "Misery" - 7" 45 [0:03:19] Al McCarther - "His True Love For You" - 7" 45 [0:05:46] Frankie & The Damons - "Man From Soul" - 7" 45 [0:08:41] The Cliffhangers - "Since You've Gone Away" - 7" 45 [0:10:13] The Titans with Roy and Sonny - "Lonesome Mood" - 7" 45 [0:13:14] The Intentions - "Don't Forget That I Love You" - 7" 45 [0:15:26] Music behind DJ: The Mark II - "Dead" - 7" 45 [0:18:17] Lezli Valentine - "I Won't Do Anything" - 7" 45 [0:21:42] The Sherrell Bros. - "The Price" - 7" 45 [0:24:11] Mamie Perry With Gus Jenkins Orchestra - "Lament" - 7" 45 [0:27:01] Tony Daniels - "I Won't Cry" - 7" 45 [0:29:35] Al Wiliams - "Try Them" - 7" 45 [orig. unreleased] [0:31:26] Cheryl Thompson - "Black Night" - 7" 45 [0:33:38] The Appreciations - "It's Better To Cry" - 7" 45 [0:35:35] The Dynamics - "I'm A Lonely Man" - 7" 45 [0:38:44] The Captions - "Turn Out The Lights" - 7" 45 [0:41:22] Music behind DJ: Rex Davis And Three - "Greedy Gert" - 7" 45 [0:44:32] Soul Superiors Featuring Sherman Willis, Vocal - "Trust In Me Baby" - 7" 45 [0:48:32] Dimas III - "So Funny" - 7" 45 [0:52:22] September Jones - "I'm Coming Home" - 7" 45 [0:53:51] The Utopians - "Along My Lonely Way" - 7" 45 [0:56:25] Music behind DJ: Orpheus Four - "Caverns" - 7" 45 [0:58:27] https://www.wfmu.org/playlists/shows/121282

Wendy does her best to understand her friend John Welles through the daily digital diary he's been keeping.This episode may best be enjoyed with its transcript.---Created by Martin Austwick, with help from Jeff Emtman.With thanks to Tim McSmythurs, Dave Pickering and Lily Sloane.Find us at neutrino.watch and @neutrinowatch on twitterTranscript available at: https://www.dropbox.com/s/ov3ggamee835tzt/You%20can%20really%20get%20to%20know%20someone%20by%20leafing%20through%20their%20diary%20%5BAlmanac%5D_transcript.txt?dl=0

Date: 638/2/2732 Patient: Rana [spiky cloud, teeth]. Neritopod Patient ID: 27466591 Presenting Complaint: Egg check and vaccinations  It's completely biologically appropriate. Still weird, though. __________________________________________________________ (Stay safe! Please see the end of the episode description for content warnings for this episode!)  The Vesta Clinic was created by AMC. This episode features AMC as Faye Underwood, Kamen Cooley-Greene as Dakarai Solari and Ruby Campbell as Xaelest Adra. Music by AMC and Ruby Campbell.  Credits read by Kamen Cooley-Greene.     Transcripts are available at https://www.thevestaclinic.com/episodes   Please consider supporting us on Patreon! The bonus story for this episode is called ‘Did You Pack Your Shell Or Did Somebody Pack It For You?l' and is available at https://www.patreon.com/vestaclinicpod    You can also find us on social media on twitter, tumblr and instagram at @vestaclincpod!    This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License. Sound Effect Attributions:Spaceship compartment door.With pneumatics(8lrs,mltprcssng).wav by newlocknew at Freesound.org Typing metal plate(reson,rev,DTBlkfx,Eq,Extr,sat,dcmtr)12.wav by newlocknew at Freesound.org Leafing through papers by lawnjelly at Freesound.org Connect2 by RICHERIandTV at Freesound.org Critical Stop4  by RICHERIandTV at Freesound.org Content Warnings: Abortion equivalent in a non-human species; embryonic death in a non-human species; adoption; infidelity; difficult parent-child relationships

Join Nick and Meg as they explore the world of hunting for fall foliage in northern Minnesota. Music by: Asylum Music & Media Works www.headingnorthpodcast.com Facebook | Instagram | TikTok : @headingnorthpodcast Twitter: @headingnorthpod Patreon.com/headingnorthpodcast --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/headingnorth/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/headingnorth/support

Retired horticulturalist Dave Decock answers questions from KFGO listeners about their lawns, gardens, trees, pests and more. In this episode - Dave details how our unusually wet Spring has caused trees to over-leaf and seeing some dead or fallen leaves mid summer isn't a reason to panic. Holes in the leaves on a rose bush - some insight into what might be happening. Plus, some tips on watering to avoid tomato blight! See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

I'm going to say it—a book is better than a phone.    Stop me if you've heard this: A guy is walking his dog right beside a very busy road and he almost dies because he's staring straight into, wait for it . . . a book!    You were expecting it to be his phone, right?    If you're going to risk your life, at least do it for the printed word. We might tell ourselves there's no difference between reading on paper and reading on a screen. But as Dr. Martin Tobin writes, “Our eyes lie to us.”  “Cognitive scientists have discovered that reading is not only a visual activity, but also a bodily activity,” Tobin writes. “A book is a physical object . . . you see and feel the texture of its pages. Leafing back and forth provides a mental map of the entire text, aiding comprehension …and recall.”    And, of course, when we read a book, we're not tempted to check email, voicemail, Facebook, texts, and on and on.    So put down the phone. Grab a real book. But avoid traffic when you do so.   

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Contact Edwin at 714-300-9566 or visit https://www.vtouchstudio.comIf it were five years in the future, would you be reading this article or would you be watching it? As online video continues its inimitable rise, it's an interesting question to ponder.By 2017, video will account for 69% of all consumer internet traffic, according to Cisco. Video-on-demand traffic alone will have almost trebled. Leafing through a swathe of statistics on the subject, I'm hard pressed to find any indicator that doesn't suggest rapid growth.With online video quickly becoming a key means for people to satisfy their information and entertainment needs, small businesses that fail to include it in their internet marketing strategies will do so at their peril.Video is the future of content marketing. That is, if it's not the here and now. Various studies show more than half of companies are already making use of the medium – a figure that's predicted to rise as more and more realize the possibilities. Nielsen claims 64% of marketers expect video to dominate their strategies in the near future. It's not difficult to see why.When it comes to potential reach, video is peerless. YouTube receives more than one billion unique visitors every month – that's more than any other channel, apart from Facebook. One in three Britons view at least one online video a week – that's a weekly audience of more than 20 million people in the UK alone. Video can give you access to all this. Video done well can give you a slice of it. What other form of content can do the same?VTouch Studio are professional video content marketing creators to help you with your:* YouTube video content* Video content marketing strategy* Lead gen and sales funnel systems using video content* Branding strategies with video contentPlease subscribe to my YouTube channelContact Edwin at 714-300-9566 or visit https://www.vtouchstudio.com

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Aside from the beginning of this episode where it is AGAIN, me solo in the studio… this week's episode is fantastic. I am always more… The post Volume 7, Episode 32 – MadTree Knows Their Roots And How To Branch Out Leafing No Doubt To What This Is All About appeared first on The Gnarly Gnome.

Exploring their physical function in manuscripts – and the bad things that can happen when they are removed for study – as well as showing what they can contribute to book history. Leafing through a manuscript, it's easy to ignore the fragments of other books that were often used to strengthen its binding or as endleaves to protect the beginning and end of the text. In this session the fragments are the focus. Manuscripts: MS. Lat. th. c. 10 – Guardbook of fragments. (https://medieval.bodleian.ox.ac.uk/catalog/manuscript_6695) MS. Hamilton 13 – Summa theologiae, Secunda Secundae, by Thomas Aquinas (1225 – 1274) originating in Erfurt, Germany. With fragments of Dante, Monarchia, with the commentary attributed to Cola di Rienzo. (https://digital.bodleian.ox.ac.uk/objects/641872ca-263b-41f6-b844-69ff6281bdf8/) MS. Laud Misc. 306 – Homiliary and sermons, 12th century, originating in Germany. (https://digital.bodleian.ox.ac.uk/objects/b2fb86ae-c8cd-4738-aa37-0a7d3e3ab0cc/surfaces/a86e86c7-e22b-4010-97a1-f7ab105e5abf/) MS. Douce 55 – cookery book in English, 15th century (https://medieval.bodleian.ox.ac.uk/catalog/manuscript_4726)

Today on Fly On The Call I'm talking to Leafing, a mathy emo band from Brooklyn. At the start of 2021, they released their debut full-length, which came together during the early stages of the pandemic. While the band had played a couple of shows before things ground to a halt, the album was created together in isolation with the members forced to adapt and learn how to share ideas and create a cohesive work of art without being physically in the same space. This dual creative constriction/freedom clearly paid off because not only did they make a great record, they also wrote a large portion of another. Tune in to hear all about it! Leafing: Spotify | Instagram | Bandcamp Fly On The Call is brought to you by Sound Talent Media and promoted in conjunction with The Alternative. Artwork by Mikaela Jane. Theme song by Kailynn West of Tiny Stills. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In this episode of Growing in the Green Industry, we welcome Matthew Ross, Director of Continuing Education at Longwood Gardens. The hosts get back to their horticultural roots, as Matthew talks about the history of public gardens, the importance of connecting people to the natural environment, and the horticultural and educational opportunities Longwood Gardens provides for the public. Matthew provides a unique perspective, as a horticulturist, educator, and photographer, and as someone who is passionate about bringing people together through their shared love of plants. This episode is hosted by Miles Kuperus, System Architect at Include Software, and Neal Glatt, Managing Partner of GrowTheBench, Luke Melograno, Production Coordinator at Mariani Landscape, and Macey Wollenberg, Branch Manager at LandCare.

Jonny and Joel explore powder snow and copper changes the latest Caves & Cliffs snapshot, share listener emails in response to the modern pace of Minecraft, and uproot some thoughts about the new lush cave decorative blocks.

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In 1943 at the age of 8, Joe won an American Webster's dictionary in an 80 yards sprint race in his hometown of Bolton. This was the dictionary where Joe was to find the word Reebok (the American spelling), in 1960. If he had won an English Dictionary, he would have found the word spelled, Rhebok. Joe and his late brother Jeff were born into the J W Foster & family business, but on their return after 2 years away from home on National Service, they asked questions about the future. The year was 1955 and the brothers saw a business still rooted in the 1930s. Their father and uncle were now operating the business and very much like another sport shoe company (Adidas), spent more time feuding than collaborating. The result was that in 1958 Joe and Jeff left the Foster business to set up their own business. Six miles down the road in the next town, Bury, the brothers founded "Mercury Sports Footwear", which after 18 months they changed its name to 'Reebok'. Joe had been advised to protect their company’s name by registering it. Finding the word Mercury was registered by another company started the search for a new name and one source was Joe's Webster's dictionary. Leafing through for inspiration Joe came across grey rhebok, a small South African antelope, this sounded just right and was free to register. The Reebok business developed with Jeff looking after production, Joe took charge of the sales and marketing side, as well as design which included the classic silhouette, outsole, and the Starcrest.  In this episode, Brad identifies how Joe Foster very well may have invented “Influencer Marketing” back in 1982 and leveraged it to Billions, building a global brand in Reebok that he eventually exited some 10 years ago. Now spending time in France awaiting a trip back to his home country of the U.K. Joe Foster is still smart as a whip and knows what it takes to help products sell at scale.

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Jimmy Nichols, Farm Manager of Nichols Farms in Hanford

Phoebe and Luke discuss walnut, prune, almond and pistachio tasks for May, as well as reports of leafing failure issues in almond, pistachio, and walnut.Montery leafing failure observations: sacvalleyorchards.com/almonds/cultivars-rootstocks/monterey-and-the-leafing-failure-2020-what-are-we-seeing/What might be causing leafing failure in Monterey? sacvalleyorchards.com/almonds/cultivars-rootstocks/monterey-leafing-failure-what-could-cause/Information on thinning prunes: sacvalleyorchards.com/prunes/horticulture-prunes/thinning-prunes/ and a prune thinning calculator: sacvalleyorchards.com/prunes/horticulture-prunes/prune-thinning-calculator/The one-minute challenge discussion serves for informational purposes only and is not a pesticide or management recommendation. Find out more at ipm.ucanr.edu/.This is a UC ANR educational podcast. Any opinions or positions taken are those of the hosts and not the University of California. Use of this platform for and any advertisements connected with this podcast do not imply endorsement.Thank you to the Almond Board of California and the California Pistachio Research Board for their kind donations. Thank you to Muriel Gordon for the music.

It won’t be long before you’ll get up one morning, look out the window, and exclaim: “Spring is finally here, the trees are starting to leaf-out.” Well, not so fast! They’re actually flowering. Leafing-out will come later.

Every day Julie writes in her journal from her Manhattan apartment. Leafing back through it tells the story of how masks started taking over the city, before bars started closing down and the streets became empty. From her 350 sqft (32 sq m) apartment, Julie chats openly about how to social distance responsibly, the response of the state of New York vs that of the country, and how the crisis made the relative privilege of so many of us so apparent. A great conversation for episode 20 of Quarantine Dailies. Ping us at podcast@j24d.com to suggest who we should interview next. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/j24d/message

New York-based artist Michelle Sakhai painted landscapes in oil for many years. She mostly created her paintings outside, in the method of plein aire painters. She started adding metal leafing to her paintings to show light, and before she knew it, the leafing had taken over her artwork. She now uses oils and leafing to make beautiful abstract expressionist art. The Show Notes and links for all my episodes can be found at https://suzanneredmond.com/my-podcast/list-of-artists/

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With more stories coming out about Mike Babcock and with Marc Crawford suspended, we discuss where is the line for coaches? A code of conduct for coaches is in the works. The Oilers are battling through injury to stay atop the Pacific and the Leafs are treading water under Sheldon Keefe.  Get your ScuttlePuck swag: www.cafepress.com/scuttlepuck Listen Here:  iTunes  Google Play  Stitcher  Direct MP3   iHeart Radio Banter: Belleville Sens are improving despite low crowds Check out @PuckDuty Title Player - Andres Athanasiou Marc Crawford suspended until investigation into allegations completed Akim Aliu meets with Gary Bettman and Bill Daly Elliotte Friedman reporting that NHL will implement code of conduct for coaches Where is the line for coaches drawn now? Taylor Hall being shopped actively and lots of talk of him going to Edmonton The NBA came out with radical schedule proposal - should the NHL do something different Betting Update Leafs update - looked better for a few games, but tapered off Oilers update - just holding on as 5 on 5 play without McDavid continues to be an issue Hot / Not -  MILESTONES DOPeS - Evander Kane and Ryan Johansen get parking tickets Rathole Intro/Outro Music Artist: Incubus Song: Make a Move

Tomathy: Just in time, 5 to 6. (sniff) Oh dear, smell of the chandler’s wax about this place Holmes. Holmes: Yis have a sensitive snorkle there Mr Tomathy. Tash: (Apprehensive) Yeees? We’re just about to shut up shop for the evening you know, can I help you gentlemen? Are you buying for yourself or a loved one today? Holmes: Look at the slimey combed head on that lad. Tomathy: Ah! Good evening to you Mr. Tash. We’re in the hunt for a good old pair of ladies slippers! Tash: For your good lady Sir? Tomathay: Something like that… What’s in stock? Holmes: (Reads) Ladies-personal-underclothes, made-in-our-own-factory, hah? That’s quaren good now. Tash: Well Sir, for the present summer season we have everything you need sir. Tomathy: Well, come to think of it, we are looking for a special type, that right Holmes? Holmes: Hah? Tomathy: A purple velvet slipper set Holmes yes? That’s it isn’t it? Yes, yes, I think it is… Tash: Purple velvet slippers you say? Tomathy: Yes, I believe I did. Tash: No. Tomathy: Excuse me? Tash: All gone. Holmes: Gone? Who’s gone? Tash: There are no velvet slippers in this shop sir. Tomathy: Ah, that’s, that’s a real pity Mr. Tash, I was hoping awfully if you could assist us in this most pressing matter. Holmes: You! Come here to me… Tash: Me sir? Holmes: Looka, we’re on a mission. Have to find the purple velvet slipperses. Y’understand? Tash:     Are you alright sir? I said I have none. We’re completely out. And to be frankly honest with you sir, I’m surprised you ask. Holmes: You’re fuckin’ surprised??? Get on outta that now… You have the look of a right ‘lad’ now, fairs to God with the little black creamy comb over. Tash: I beg your pardon Sir? Holmes: What’s he sayin’ to me? Tomathy: I think, Mr Tash, what my good friend here is trying to impress upon your good nature is that he’s surprised that you are surprised. Why so Mr. Tash? Holmes: Wha are you hidin’? Tash: Well, I’m surprised that you ask about the slippers because, well… yes, b-because of the police and- Holmes: The po-leese? Tomathy: Oh yes, have they been here? Tash: Noooo. No policeman here. No, they ignored me all together! They went to Betty’s and God bless her she hasn’t two brain cells to rub together. Just because Constable Riordan fancies her! … I presume we’re all talking about the murder of the young females now yes? Holmes: Bloodery slippery bastard!! I’d quaren choke him so I would. Tomathy: So what about it old chap? Purple velvet slippers, size 5, square toe, round heel with an oriental floral design? Tash: Hmm, so, you and your friend here are infatuated by Jim the Slipper? Seeking out the slippers of the dead females for some sexual thrill are you? Tomathy: Good God sir! No, no, we’re concerned as citizens that the police aren’t particularly interested in catching this brute what with the war and all that, too busy trying to avoid a bullet in the head I suspect… so- Tash: Please sir. Shhh. (Whispers) You are in the right place sir! Tomathy: What? I say, maybe you have got the wrong end of the- Tash: Velvet slippers uh-huh, uh-huh, right? Right? I get you… Tomathy: You ‘get me’? Tash: Oh yes sir. Tomathy: Sorry Mr. Tash, ‘slippering’ I didn’t quite?- Tash: (Getting excited) Excellent! Keeping it tight! Very good sir. I love it.Tomathy: No I think you have- Tash: I see what you need! Holmes: Akskskskskskshhh Tomathy: No, I think we’re getting- Tash: Because a good technique is essential! Tomathy: -off topic somewhat here- Tash: The slipper can be administered in the so-called traditional over knee position or, Tomathy: Mr Tash I- Tash: Usually for older recipients, bending over an item of furniture- (Whips slipper through air) Holmes: Handy to know. Tash: This could deliver a very painful stroke, Tomathy: Mr Tash I- Tash: -depending on the force with which it was used, a size 11, well-worn, flexible slipper would deliver more sting than one that was new and stiff. Typically this would involve two or three quick, sharp swats across the seat of the offender's parts. Holmes: He’s gettin’ into this! Tash: The velvet slipper is the very best for a slippering. Six powerful strokes of the slipper! Buttocks! Buttocks! Lightly bruised for days! Providing a further reminder each time he sat down!!! Oh yessss… Holmes: Ah here… Tomathy: Mr Tash! Mr Tash! We are NOT here to indulge you in your FANTASIES of tanning human hide, we are here seeking information on Jim the Slipper’s calling card; the purple velvet slipper! Tash: Oh, oh my… Holmes: Well said Tomathy Wilson! That shook ‘im. Tash: I completely misread the situation. I-I- Tomathy: Please take your hand from there before you be-shit yourself, Tash: I’m most terribly sorry… Tomathy: Better use it to flick through your sales book there.Tash: Yes, the ledger… Tomathy: Over the summer. Tash: Certainly sir! Tomathy: What purchases have been made for a size 5 purple oriental square-toed slipper! Tash: Yes, sorry sirs, em… (Leafing through the sales ledger) Tomathy: I mean Holmes… really… have you ever seen the like of it before? Holmes: Excuse me – (Hinge bread basket opens)  Tash: Em, what I read in the Examiner, the one you seek is probably English made, around the 1895/turn-of-the-century mark. Eh, 12, 13 no 14 shillings! That’s it. Tomathy: And? Tash: Eh, no, I can’t, there’s, no, I can’t see any large purchases for the slipper style you speak of sir. Tomathy: Are you sure there’s nothing there Mr. Tash? Holmes: Sorry, I’m back now, what did I miss? Tash: Sorry sir, nothing. Holmes: Hah? Tomathy: Well he says there’s nothing in the books about buying any purple slippers! Bugger it to hell! Holmes:               Better off going to the cinema to see Mary Pickford after all. Tomathy: Anything? Anything at all? The devil is always in the detail you know! Tash: Wait, did you say Mary Pickford? Holmes: Ah sure jayzus imagine what sort of eegit buys twenty pairs of slippers anyway?? Hah? Now they’d have to be mad in the Head. Mad as a bag of squirrels! Akskskskshhh! Tomathy: Holmes? Holmes? Holmes: Hah? Tash: You said Mary Pickford.Holmes: You likes her too?? She’s quaren gorgeous. Oh, sticks the sweet toe right inside the slipper… oooh. Tash: It’s funny but, my best customer’s a huge Mary Pickford fan. Tomathy: Really? Tash: She never stopped going on about her. Tomathy: Does she buy slippers? Tash: No, that’s the thing, she was always in for girdles, garters and gussets but never got a slipper from me this year, But- Tomathy:But what? Tash: She was the last one to buy large amounts of slipper here, early last year though! Tomathy: Good lord WHAT? Tash: (Sigh) But, she won’t be coming here anymore. Holmes: I’m not surprised with you rubbin’ up behind the counter on about the slaps all day! Tomathy: Why does this woman not come here anymore Mr. Tash? Tash: Well, because she’s been locked away up in the City Mental Reservation. Holmes: Eh, excuse me… (Hinge of bread basket) Tomathy: Who is this woman? What happened to her? Why was she buying large amounts of slippers? For herself? Tash: Oh poor Mrs Brindle, such a shame. She had so much going for. Ah I sorely miss her custom. (Holmes shouting angrily at his box) Tash: Seems she went mad from her teenage son being wrongly imprisoned from stealing down at the docks. Had a nervous breakdown. Poor wretch. Tomathy: Did you hear that Holmes? Holmes? Holmes, where are you? Holmes: Hello. Tomathy: Oh! There you are. Listen, I think we may have something Holmes. It’s a long shot but seems a Mrs. Brindle was locked up in the loony bin because of a son, and she loved Mary Pickford too- Holmes: I want to speak to her! Tomathy: Yes. My thoughts exactly, we should speak to her. Why Holmes that might just be it! Holmes: We need to see her! Tomathy: You think NOW? Tash: That would be difficult… Holmes: Excuse me… Tash: Why does he walk off like that? Tomathy: To think things through in peace. He’s a genius. Tash: He looks like something different alright. Tomathy: He’s from the capital. Holmes: I said NO! WE GO! (Hinge of basket slamming shut) Tomathy: Love watching him work. Amazing. Tash: Is he some sort of detective?Holmes: Tomathy Wilson, take me to the City Mental Reservation. We must see Mrs Brindle! It’s our new mission! Tomathy: I like your style Aubrey. Mr Tash, you’ve been enormous help but please, next time, keep the spanking to yourself. Tash: Oh I will… Good luck to you sirs! Holmes: Arrghgh! Get these hob goblins out of me head!!! (Plastic things falling and ripping cloth) Tomathy: Careful Holmes… you’ll knock over the mannequins! Holmes: Ah attacked by bloomerses! Ah tickles! Akskskshshkskshsh! Tash: Keep it, keep it, it’s yours! (Door Closes) Holmes: Fuck’s sake. Mental Holmes I is an Amplevoicepod ear-film. Time to travel to Cork, Ireland in 1922 and meet a mysterious man clutching a wooden lunch-box to his ear. There’s been a murder. Attorney-at-law Tomathy Wilson fancies his detection delectation to identify the perpetrator and sow it all up. Until he sees a man with a wooden lunchbox wearing Tomathy's best suit (stolen off his washing line), at the scene of the crime! From there on in, things begin to unwittingly unravel via a variety of clues left by Stanton Pulvertuft, Eleanora Wilson, Mr. Tash at 'Ladies Underclothing', Seamus Byrnie and Mrs Brindle. Come hither 'til we enter the world of the 'Gerbil' and fling open the doors of 'Mental Holmes'. Don’t forget to bring the hang sangidges! The weird & winning, 72 minute audio adventure podcast that redefines how special podcasts can be… Amplevoicepod make ear-film comedy drama adventures where we submerge your ears in a sea of sound, putting you at the heart of the story along with our heroes. Bursting out feature-length stories with over 40 titles and 50+ characters, all created from collaborative ideas and sculpted over months to arrive at the final mix. Amplevoicepod is the Voice of Pod, we can't just sit around a microphone and talk about the latest cultural thing on our minds! Oh no! We exist in glorious isolation, bringing you unique and original stories with our shows. It's big, it's bold, it's podcasting done right.

We knew the Trevenant Gang was trouble, but we didn’t know they’d make it double! These guys are thoroughly messed up. In the fight, we’re not sure what’s crossfire and what’s a target, but we know we’re gonna come out swingin’! It gets a little icky, but you had to know that was going to happen, right? Anyway, hopefully we can get to the bottom of it, and it’s not just a big cesspool of nasty. But things never go that well for us….The cast:Chartreuse (Charlie) Pine - played by PaulLillianna Shadowgarden - played by LydiaProfessor Rudimentus Sneaze - played by MichaelAnd our Game Master - NickEyeli - EyeliJoin our Facebook Group, where you can meet and chat with the cast and other fans! We'll approve everyone's request to join (unless you're a Rotom; we don't like Rotom). Also, join us on Discord! And watch us on Twitch!Donate to our Patreon, and earn sweet rewards by becoming a part of the Pokemon Rollout! family.MUSIC & SFX:Theme Music "Electric Donkey Muscles" by RoccoW. Used under an Attribution-ShareAlike License.“We Can Do It [Loop]” by Visager. Used under an Attribution License.“Mount Fuji” by Bio Unit. Used under an Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike License.“Downfall” by Kai Engel. Used under an Attribution-NonCommercial License.“Bipolarity” by Poor Alexei. Used under an Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License.Cover art by @duskwolfdesign

Leafing through Christmas catalogues is a time-honoured tradition for many Canadian children.But how did the tradition start? This week our hosts are join by special guest Joanne Schofield as they notice the history of the Christmas catalogue in Canada.Notice History is the official podcast of Know History, a historical research company based in Ottawa. Visit our website at knowhistory.ca/podcast, or follow us on Twitter and Instagram @NoticeHistory

We’ve returned with the back half of our fourth and final season. And if something feels oddly familiar about this week’s batch of stories… it’s because we watched this episode in the past and recorded an unreleased episode as a test pilot. And as a bonus, we will be releasing the pilot episode this Thursday … Read More Read More

Leafing through the University of Connecticut’s extensive spring offerings, one course jumps out: “Horticulture of Cannabis: From Seed to Harvest,” taught by Professor Gerald A. Berkowitz and former graduate student Matt DeBacco. It might be the first class in the country to teach students how to grow marijuana for college credit. That’s not all: Berkowitz says the class will prepare UConn students for careers in the expanding cannabis industry. "There's going to be more students taught in this one class than in my department, all the professors, all the classes they teach, both semesters,” Berkowitz said. “We're teaching the course in the largest lecture hall at the university, with over 400 seats. We ran out of seats before half of the university could register for the course." Berkowitz takes Capitol Watch inside the coursework, and graduate student Peter Apicella brings us on a tour of a campus grow house.

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We shadowed Max Grinnell, aka the Urbanologist, as he researched Chicago's Dill Pickle Club in our Special Collections Reading Room. Leafing through photos, handbills, and brochures, Max discusses the "unsanctioned space" that the bohemian group carved out for itself, and how the fate of the Dill Pickle and other urban vestiges speaks to a complicated cycle of rebirth and renewal in Chicago. (Intro music: "Two Types of Awakenings" by Nheap)

Coming up this week on WTF, Chris doesn't have a problem with anything, IHW kicked off it's 2nd half of the TV Season this past weekend, Chris and I look back at this weekend's WrestleMania and just like ECW, Langille is Living Dangerously. Follow us on Twitter: @rschriscole @langille @whatsthefinish

Coming up this week on WTF, Chris doesn't have a problem with anything, IHW kicked off it's 2nd half of the TV Season this past weekend, Chris and I look back at this weekend's WrestleMania and just like ECW, Langille is Living Dangerously. Follow us on Twitter: @rschriscole @langille @whatsthefinish

Running short of fresh air? Take a leaf out of Julian Melchiori's book and fashion yourself some photosynthesising silk! We also have an update on the Ebola outbreak in West Africa, and how the world is responding to this deadly virus.

The antioxidant properties of green tea have lead many researchers to investigate its potential as an anti-aging ingredient, both for topical application and as a supplement. However, a new study suggests this might not be the miracle extract the world has been waiting for.

The antioxidant properties of green tea have lead many researchers to investigate its potential as an anti-aging ingredient, both for topical application and as a supplement. However, a new study suggests this might not be the miracle extract the world has been waiting for.

The antioxidant properties of green tea have lead many researchers to investigate its potential as an anti-aging ingredient, both for topical application and as a supplement. However, a new study suggests this might not be the miracle extract the world has been waiting for.