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Cáel and the Manhattan Amazons: Part 22

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Living the nightmare; hungering for a normal life. In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected.. “If your heart starts the fight, you can lose without regret.”  (Thursday Night) It was well past the descent of Night's veil when the Havenstone jet landed outside of New York City. Naomi and team gathered us up and led us to the main building downtown. An unlooked for conflict developed. Naomi's team was there to present me to Hayden. Rachel's team was still focused on securing my wellbeing and they didn't like the attitude Naomi's squad was giving off. With Buffy (Helena was in a different car), there was no concealing Rachel's hostility toward the latest group of SD ladies. The new group was treating me like a 'package', not a Head of House, and that infuriated my First too. All of that ill-will simmered as we made our way to Havenstone. The situation was compounded by the elevator ride. Naomi, her team, Buffy, Rachel and I went into the first elevator. By the time we made it to the top few floors, it was clear that the rest were not immediately following along. The situation ratcheted up to nasty when Naomi demanded Buffy's firearm. Buffy looked ready to use it. "Buffy; gun," I held out my hand, palm up. Buffy reluctantly handed it over. I walked over to the nearest trash can, dropped out the clip, chambered out the first round then dumped the entirety into the trash receptacle. "If they touched it, the weapon would be fouled and not fit for a true Amazon," I explained to Buffy. "Best to save your noble tool the indignity and dispense with it instead." Buffy snorted with amusement, Naomi's crew pretended not to care while Rachel was deeply disturbed. It took a perfunctory gesture to stop Buffy outside Hayden's office. In I went to face Hayden, Katrina, Saint Marie and Troika of House Šauška alone. Šauška was the 'sister goddess' of Ishara; together they formed Ishtar in later incarnations. I didn't believe Troika was here for any sister solidarity this time around. "Why did you do this? Start a war; is this your hatred of Amazon culture shining through, trying to get us all killed in some global struggle against the other Secret Societies?" Hayden opened up with in an even tone. "No," I kept it succinct. They waited for more of an explanation. "Do you have anything you can say to defend your actions?" Troika glared. "I don't need to defend my actions," I regarded her as if she was of alien origin. "The actions speak for themselves." "Why don't you explain it to us, Ishara?" Saint Marie rumbled. Insulted yet again. As an equal, I warranted the use of my first name. "Do I have your permission to fully and completely lay out my reasoning without everyone closing in like a pack of hyenas on a leopard?" I looked to Hayden; not happy. She gave a curt nod. It wasn't like running away would get me far. "I will speak slowly because all of you appear to have become incredibly stupid," I started. "My parent and carrier of my Amazon ancestor's genetic heritage was murdered. The leader of the Amazon Security Detail identified herself, Then they were fired upon. Somehow you do not see those actions as Casus Belli. [cause for war] There are three possible reasons for your blindness: you are all cowards who bully behind closed doors, but fold up like gutless wonders when a true challenge presents itself. Or, the male penis renders you incapable of intelligent thought and induces irrational and unsustainable hostile deductions in your though processes. Or, you want me and the line of Ishara dead and are willing to accept any accident of fate that will render us so," I laid things out for them. "Or, you were in pain over your father's loss and used Havenstone as a tool to lash out at your perceived foes without concern for what price the other houses would have to pay for your personal vendetta," Hayden suggested. "Your gender bias is appalling, High Priestess  Saint James," I shook my head. "Have I been such an out of control, emotional male that yours is the logical assumption for how events unfolded?" I smirked. "Except for the meeting where I learned your secret; only Katrina caught that. I've risked death three times for Amazons; yet I hate all of you enough to kill those people and myself. Besides,  Saint James, your opinion has been rendered irrelevant." "You will call me Hayden," Hayden simmered. "I will when you and your lackeys get around to calling me Cáel," I countered. "I don't like being insulted any more than you do. I could keep up this childishness forever, but, as I was pointing out, we don't have forever. War is coming. Between my father's murder and my threats to the Condotteiri and Seven Pillars' emissaries, I've guaranteed that. Apologizing won't do any good. They won't believe you. Offering me up won't do any good. They think you hold male life to be worthless; the truth of which I am personally witnessing here and now. They are coming for you no matter what you wish. The best chance for an alliance rests with me. I can establish truly good will with the Nine Clans, Illuminati and the Earth  and  Sky. Without me, they don't trust you enough to do any good. I'm sure only Katrina believes this; I did all that alliance-building for Havenstone. I am House Ishara and the fate of the Amazons is my fate. Yet here I am, being insulted, being treated like a traitor; an infantile traitor at that, and being informed you will not honor your oaths and obligations to me," I shook my head. "Are there any other issues to discuss, or can I go home now? I'm beat." "You will be housed downstairs for your own safety," Hayden informed me. "Unless you arrest me, I'm going home," I shrugged. "Not only do I not want your protection, I have ceased to trust you. You do not treat me like a sister. Instead you accuse me of atrocities against MY people and layer on the petty insults. Goodnight." I made to leave so Saint Marie interposed herself. "That wasn't a request, Ishara," Hayden murmured with menace. "Beat me up," I chuckled, "and you will be more screwed than you know." The Golden Mare and I locked gazes. I tried to move around her so she put a hand on my chest. "Welcome to the consequences of being known liars and bigots, ladies." "I am tiring of your insolence," Saint Marie growled. "Runners'," Katrina sighed with melancholy amusement. "What about them?" Troika mocked. "The majority of the 'Runners' aren't going to see this as the Council punishing Cáel for starting the upcoming conflict," Katrina chided her cohorts. "They are going to see the Full-blooded shutting down the Only House letting them in. Going to war? They are willing to fight and die for our cause. They assume we are too," Katrina regaled her unwilling audience. "Pleased with yourself, Ish; Cáel," Hayden's eyes narrowed. "He has almost nothing to do with it, Sisters," Katrina chortled. "We were the ones who promised to let the 'Runners' join the houses then reneged on that promise. The worst you can say about Cáel was that only after we picked out, loaded and handed him the gun, did he use it for what it was intended for." "We are not punishing him for this 'Runner' insult," Troika spat. She meant my 'hasty' inductions. "Then why are we punishing him; and thank you for making Cáel's point for him; 'Runner' insult indeed. Since your disgraceful attitude is overwhelmingly common, the 'Runners' are not going to believe your excuse for dealing with Cáel." "Katrina," Hayden cautioned. "Hayden, as your 'First Bearer of the Sun Spear through the Halls of Night and Death', I am required to give you this news," Katrina bowed her head in reverence. "I tell you Cáel's actions have been a lightning rod for the 'Runners'. He gives them hope where there was none. Putting Cáel down will have repercussions you do not understand. They will then 'Know' for a certainty we look down on them and treat them little better than slaves; which is the truth," Katrina responded to the others. "Not only are we going to war, we are successfully convincing half our population that they Cannot trust the Council to spend their lives wisely." "How dare you?" Saint Marie seethed at me. "Are you seriously blaming me for keeping the oaths the rest of you made in my name; while Ishara was dead to the Council?" I laughed. "The 'Runners' are your idea, Saint Marie, not mine. You promised to bring them into the Houses ; and didn't. You lied and I chose to not perpetuate that lie, thus honoring my ancestors, my founder and my Goddess." "Do I need to remind you who Ishara is? The Goddess of Oaths; particularly military oaths," I added. "In case you missed it, I am implying that you have failed your ancestors;” and I went flying. Damn, Saint Marie was fast. I rolled as best as I could, ending bumping into Hayden's desk. No one said a word which I found tragically consistent. My follow-up pain wasn't 'Mare' induced. Spiritual flames consumed me internal organs, causing me to cry out in torment and vomit copious amounts of something. I was cradled inside a horror film as first my esophagus, then stomach and finally my intestines seemed to flush forth from my lips. The stench was beyond horrid; putrid and corrupt combined with the atrocious odor of bloated flesh left to rot in the Sun for weeks. Considering the minimal amount I had eaten on the flight home, I was even more baffled by what felt like 100 liter quantity of discharge. When the ordeal eventually ended, I half-rose then flopped backwards into darkness. I hurt. I hurt in the same way you have 'pins and needles', except mine were industrial capacity and giving it 110%. My head was resting at a slight incline and someone was flipping a lock of my bangs on and off my forehead. I opened my eyes into infinity; seriously worse agony consumed my brain pan. "That is too much for you to know, Cáel," she murmured. Those eyes had been feminine, just not in a human way and definitely filled with more joy and suffering than could be granted by a thousand lifetimes. The pain faded, so I tried the whole eye thing again. At the top of the lap that cradled my head was a really nice pair of boobs clothed in thin wool; lush, mature, yet firm like a young virgin's. "Thank you," she lilted. Mind-reading? "Do I want to know what has happened to me?" I groaned. I reached for a boob because if it was a toxin-induced delusion, what was the worst that can happen? "Careful, I haven't been with a male in 1800 years, my Preciously Odd Amazon," she laughed. "I like challenges," I bantered with my mental conjuration. Definitely mind-reading. "I am not the creation of your fevered dreams, my Cáel," she flicked my nose. "I have pushed you near death to place a curse on the Host. As a side benefit, I am able to have metaphysical contact with you." "To date you, I have to have a near-death experience? I don't know if I should admire 1800 years of male common sense, or that last guy who risked everything for one night with you," I shrugged. "So much compassion; and so little fear," she petted my scalp. "Since you clearly aren't getting into the name game and I am more than happy to doubt everything I've experienced in the past five minutes," I smiled at her, "what am I supposed to do?" "You know," she smiled back. "No, I don't," I insisted. "Something extra-concise that doesn't come from a fortune cookie." "I've always wanted to eat a fortune cookie," she looked away. "I'll start walking around with one in my pocket so next time you nearly kill me, you can indulge," I offered. "Save my people, Cáel," she placed her hand over my eyes. "Save their spirits." "A bit of help would be nice," I pressed forward blindly. "I've given you help," she whispered on my lips. Since I didn't consider that to be helpful, I opted to give a gentle twist to her nipple. Either something was really going on inside my head, acting as a conduit between me and something else, or I was experiencing a psychotic break with reality. If it was the former, I was a Class-A idiot. If it was the latter, it was me being me, rolling the dice with the pretty girl. "I wanted you to be brave," she laughed melodically, the echo of every woman I'd ever given a reason to sing out with joy, "yet now I find myself wishing you would expend a tiny bit more caution on my behalf." Sensing my dissatisfaction, she added "I cannot give you 'the' truth, so I will give you 'a' truth. Nothing is set in the future while much is foreseen." "As long as you know I've disappointed every women I've ever been with," I reminded her, my eyes still shielded and her lips tantalizingly close to mine. "Oh, you like to think you are selfish, Cáel Nyilas of Vranus and Ishara, but you justifiably take pride in the sensuality you bring to so many women's lives," she pointed out. "Many lovers are far more truthful yet far less giving," she said. "Pain heals while an education is forever," I countered. Another joyous note. "It is time for you to wake up, my Cáel," she sighed. "Go now." Wakefulness required a return to the putrid qualities of my current surroundings. I forced myself to my knees. No one did anything; no reaction, or assistance, so it fell to me to save myself. "What; what was that?" Troika nearly retched at the stench. Katrina stood, visibly pale and shaken. "Hayden?" Katrina requested of her leader. "Cáel, what have you done?" Hayden snapped. She also stood up so she could look down at me from her desk. I mumbled something. Even I wasn't sure what I was trying to say. The last touch of a lady far chillier than the one in Chicago caressed me and I knew the gist of what had happened. Why was I the one suffering at the hands of my Goddess? I was the easiest to get at because I was already devoted to her, her chosen children and I was Patron and Head of the house dedicated to her honor. The forecasted ass-kicking wasn't aimed at me, though. I was the necromantic shotgun barrel into this reality. Too many bitches had spat on me, her hand-picked patsy and punching bag, and her temper was beyond sending some vague signs and portents to the Host. I didn't know the particulars of this curse, yet I didn't doubt for a second it was both fiendishly evil and well-deserved. My jacket, shirt and tie were goners. The lower part of my tie which had been thoroughly drenched in my vomit was already decaying into filth, soon passing into nothingness. I tried speaking again. "Having exhibited no faith in me, you have committed apostasy to Ishara," issued the words from my acid-scared throat. "You are condemned to live with that choice. Good night." I fumbled and stumbled to Hayden's door, weakly opened one of the two double doors and left. The confrontation I had departed outside remained in force; Naomi and detail versus Rachel and Buffy. Helena, and a former 'Runner' named Madori who worked at Havenstone HQ with us, had not been sent up. "I am going home," I rasped. With no orders to keep me there, Naomi let me pass. Rachel and Buffy closed in. "Boss, you smell like;” Buffy searched for words. "A red tide," Rachel said. "All those dead fish floating on the water for days and days; it is that level of horrible smell." "Rachel," I stated as we got on the elevator, "thank you for the loyalty, intelligence and understanding you have given me in this trying time." "I am a member of the Host, Ishara. I would do no less for Hayden herself; but you are welcome," she sighed. "How about we postpone our date night until I've cleared up a few things with the Council and Ishara?" I suggested. Rachel nodded. I briefly talked to Helena over the phone, went with Buffy to the basement where she checked out a car then sat back as she drove me home. I must have looked like a disaster because Buffy didn't give me an ounce of grief. Home was home now. There was a house with my name on it now, but it wasn't my hearth; this mid-town, 'just above the poverty line' apartment was definitely home now. I would suspect that business travel was like a clothes dryer; you mystically pulled out less clothes than you put in. I was coming back with twice the amount of luggage I had departed with Odette would be home in an hour, so it was me and Timothy for a bit. "Hey Bro," Timothy greeted me. He set down one of those fanciful Asian vegetable mish-mashes that he liked from time to time, stood up and gave me a hug. "How bad was it?" "Let's just say I finished it up this evening by vomiting all over the Big Boss's rug, and that was the highlight of the trip," I mumbled. "That would explain your bare-chested look," Timothy snorted. I had been so out of it, I had spaced on the need to put on clothes like a normal human being. "Something to eat?" "Nah, my insides were spewed forth, so I'm foregoing food for a while," I mumbled. That reminded me. I went to the bathroom and gargled repeatedly with mouthwash. I could still smell the aromatic abomination, but at least I couldn't taste it anymore. "Do we want to go down the lists of women who have called you?" Timothy was trying to cheer me up. I wanted to be cheered up so I told him to go right ahead. Brooke and Libra; an immediate call back with the briefest of details; no weekend date for Brooke and I yet. Jason, the bar-back I had met chasing down Katy Lee, had called. I dialed his number and we had a short chat. He and his buddies were coming along well, I was invited back any time, and the Latin Kings had gotten the message because they hadn't been around since. I requested he and his friends keep their eyes open just in case and I'd be around for another pick-up game soon enough. Since most of those LK's were dead and the remainder scattered, I wasn't worried about Jason. Nikita; I called and she 'agreed' to come over. I was too fatigued to fight her off. Ulyssa called and I had to inform her that this weekend didn't look good for me; funeral and all. I initiated contact with Nicole. She was still wrapping up some of my business in Chicago and would be gone until Saturday morning. Timothy crashed for the evening, I was nibbling on some of his fodder and the doorbell rang. A check at the peephole revealed Nikita. She came in, hugged and I could sense something was definitely wrong. We were back to first date material. We hadn't been separated long enough; crap. I gave us space on the sofa. "That was incredibly fast," I groaned. "What tipped them off?" "What do you mean?" Nikita tried to scoot down the sofa to me. I held her off with one hand. "I am hardly one to uphold honesty in a relationship, but I normally consider it a selfish endeavor and not done for the benefit of a third, unrelated party," I sadly met her eyes. "Cáel, what do you?" Nikita stammered. "You are not a very good liar," I pointed out. "You are wearing a wire of some kind?" "Have you done something wrong?" Nikita evaded. "My loss," I moped. "All I wanted was the semblance of a normal life and now that's gone down the tubes." "Nikita, what do you want to drink?" I restarted the whole fiasco. Drinks were served and we kept to our separate ends of the sofa talking about mindless shit until Odette showed up. Then I could politely show Nikita the door and be with someone who did care about me. We made slow, passionate love. I gave her orgasms and giggles with the added benefit I felt more human when we finally fell asleep. (Friday) The morning started out with the same routine. I pulled up various routes for my bike ride into work, chose none of them and off I went in the pre-dawn dark blue/grey sky. I came within 20 seconds of my best time, so I was feeling pretty positive about what lay ahead. Security was a full 180 from their normally sour selves. "Good morning, Cáel Ishara," the security team (not Security Detail) leader greeted me. That was part 'thanks for letting my sister 'Runners' into a house' and 'maybe pick me next time.' "Good morning, Wilma Draper," I nodded back. I went to the counter and leaned in. I needed to fortify my supportive base and I knew how to do it. "You do realize I don't choose who joins House Ishara, don't you?" I addressed her softly yet loud enough for the two closest security women to hear. "You do not?" the woman appeared perplexed. "No," I shook my head in the negative. At that moment she wondered if this was a trick of the Council. Good girl. "The senior Amazons of House Ishara chose the next candidates. I make the ritual appeal to Ishara, of course. Selection remains in the hands of former 'Runners' who nominate the 'Runners' who have proven themselves. I was inspired to initiate Buffy and Helena because I had enough faith in them to believe they knew Havenstone and what House Ishara needed. The Amazons in the second ritual were all Buffy and Helena's choices. I think those two and the latest group Ishara has approved of, will make the perfect judges for picking future 'Runners' of accomplishment and worth; not only for House Ishara, but for the new Amazons who have risked everything for our People," I piled on the propaganda. She nodded. The two closest security guards nodded as well. Off I went to the gun range. With less than a minute worth of words, I had reinforced my perfection. I wasn't a male. I was a male with a passel of hardcore, praiseworthy Amazons working around me, insulating me from committing any errors and making all the important decisions while I behaved like a bobble-headed doll. The range was back to 'normal' except I could smell the chemicals this time out. Whatever concrete and surface coating substances they had used to repair my grenade-inspired damage left my nose with a terrible itch. I had a gun selection today. I had no instructor yet was hopeful. I packed up my 40 caliber, my back-up 3 80, the combat shotgun and my Personal Defense weapon then headed out. I patiently waited behind one of the stations, soaking up the view of medium gray yoga pants worn by a woman who presented a meticulously crafted, awesome bubble-butt to the world. After she finished off one magazine, the Amazons looked over her shoulder at me. Horn-dog time. The woman smiled as she motioned me forward. We put my weapons on the stand and prepared for school. "I am Wiesława of House Živa," she smirked playfully. By the Almighty, she had a thick Polish accent, rich lips, russet hair and 'come hither' eyes. I was prepping for some early 'nookie' time. "Hello, I am Ash Ketchum and I have an unhealthy relationship with free-roaming, anthropomorphic creatures," I replied as we clasped forearms Amazon-style. As Wiesława was trying to puzzle that out, an Amazon from an adjoining booth came over and punched me in the arm. I couldn't even recall this one's name though I knew that face and physique. "Stop that, Cáel," the woman chastised me. "She's new here." "I thought he was bringing me more weapons to use. Was this male being insolent?" Wiesława tried to put things in their proper place. "Should he be disciplined?" At least she wasn't taking me being beaten as her Goddess-given right. "No, Wiesława. This is Cáel Ishara, Head of House Ishara, he brought those weapons for His use and most likely came to your station looking for instruction," the unnamed Amazon stated. "Does this mean we are passed that whole 'grenade launcher' thing?" I inquired of the women. "We are not sure. For now we have decided to not pre-judge you since you remain consistently combative no matter what. Constanza is recovering," she tacked on. "Good," I grinned. "How soon can she return to duty? I imagine she makes a lousy patient." Pause. The 'Constanza' bit had been a test. I had a feeling that my emotional tendency to spare lives and show mercy was getting around. It wasn't the Amazon way, though it did mean Constanza would remain alive for a while longer when it was generally accepted she should not. "She will have to retrain her vision. Her doctors are hopeful," the woman responded. "That is for the best. I do hope there are no ill intentions toward Pamela," I warned her. "Such a vengeance would be personal and I would feel no obligation to treat those criminals as I would my fellow Amazons; are we clear?" "It has been made expressly clear that this issue is at an end," she bowed slightly. "Let us commit this to the 'nothingness'," was my suggestion. The two Amazons twitched. That was a phrase straight out of their cultural playbook. Both nodded, the familiar Amazon left and I turned back to Wiesława. "Do you still want a go at training me?" I asked the Pole. "Yes; yes, I would like that," she gave me a bright, toothy white smile. "I find you interesting." Off I went again. Wiesława was diligent and definitely 'hands-on'. Twenty minutes into the training one of my familiar SD firing partners showed up. "Don't let him take his clothes off," Felicité teased me. Her Congolese French contrasted erotically with Wiesława's Polish. "His clothes come off?" Wiesława seemed puzzled. "How is that accomplished?" "A deeply scientific, psychological process," Felicité teased my latest friend/fish in the barrel. "Cáel, take off your clothes," she commanded me. I gave her a haughty, condescending glare. "Please." My biking shirt came off first then my biking slippers and finally the shorts. "Your turn," I regarded Wiesława. She shot a look to Felicité. Her sports bra was millimeters from exposing her goodies when my Congolese tormentor stepped in. "You don't have to take off your clothes for him," she intervened. "But I like seeing you ladies naked," I protested. Felicité patted my package. "We like seeing you naked too. Now put on your pants before a hot shell casing creates yet another incident," Felicité teased me again. A great chasm of misunderstanding had been bridged since Friday. The grenade-launcher was part of it, yet I think Rachel and Velma were far more constructive than I could have been. Velma had seen me in crisis mode. I hadn't panicked. I had seen to my partner (though she was an inconsequential female) and been cool throughout the process in Katrina's office as Velma and her four team members had overheard. Rachel, Charlotte, Mona and Tiger Lily had probably given a different story; less professional and more human. That must have worked in my favor. A stone-cold bad-ass would have been more worrisome; a challenge. No, I had been shaken, irrational, brave and grieving. I had fought an assassin of the Nine Clans and not lost (thus not an embarrassment to a culture I didn't really belong to; until that moment). I had insulted the Condotteiri and the Seven Pillars, who were universally hated. I had been nice to the Earth  and  Sky and Illuminati, who they didn't like much, but could be handy if a war did break out. I had been 'friendly' to the Egyptians and Nine Clans, who the Amazon rank and file did approve of. The SD had no doubts; they were looking at a war. Unlike their leadership, the Security Detail was anticipating this, even anxious for the test. Fighting is what they spent their whole lives training for. Thirty years had passed since the last major clash between Havenstone and the others. For the youngest, this was the ultimate chance to prove their training had been perfect. For the oldest members of the SD, this was the culmination of a lifetime's devotion. 'Take themselves to the cliffs'? Not now. Now came the chance to make every burn, bullet hole, stab wound and piece of shrapnel worth it. Their Host lavished care and resources on the Security Detail; their Warrior Elite; and they were about to reward that glorification with a fervor only female's with 3000 years of martial tradition could match. Like me? Allowable yet not required. Respect me? Constanza was their lesson on respect. Obedience? No. Rachel had most assuredly related my contact with the 'Runners' and Buffy, so they could hit me like they could no other Head of Household; as long as it was 'appropriate'. Since they were not forced to give me full equality, they could stomach my 'almost' equality. Think of it as being able to punch your manager at work in the arm whenever you thought they were doing something stupid. Imagine how much worker morale would benefit. By stepping up and taking a punch, or two, I bought myself and House Ishara much more respect than a snippy insistence on etiquette would have ever done. Bringing 'Runners' into a First House? The SD wasn't jumping for joy. Here, the SD's sense of superiority worked in Ishara's favor. What did it matter to them that a few 'Runners' had been exalted to Full-blooded status? SD was the best of the best. That they were the best of the 'best available until now' hadn't occurred to them yet. All that circled back to Felicité playing with me, no one taking exception to me making a play for Wiesława and the return of the firing range to an educational platform for me. As I had told Oneida, 'defeat starts in the mind'. Along with that came 'Victory starts with a plan', and 'seize the moment'. I was aiming for seizing victory in the flesh. I bent over to put my pants back on. Since Felicité was departing for jobs-unknown, I ran the pants, and my hand, along Wiesława's inner right thigh. By the look in her eyes when I was finished, she didn't mind in the slightest. At the end of my allotted time period, my marksmanship had improved and Wiesława was mine for the taking. What bothered me was that it felt too easy somehow. Weird huh; that 'easy' would bother me. "You don't hang around men much?" I questioned the Pole as the weapons were being put away. "No," she sighed. "The last male in my hold died eight years ago. That is one reason I was re-assigned here," she informed me. "What department are you with?" I asked as we waited on the elevator. "Security Detail," she answered. "Fantastic," I murmured. "Elsa is a great boss. The two of us get along great." "Really? That is good news," Wiesława sounded upbeat. "How close are you?" Hint, hint. "Like the Cobra and the Mongoose," I grinned. Into the elevator we went. "I'll let you figure out which is which." "You are the Cobra," she patted my thinly covered cock. Yay! No personal boundaries. Less I forget I was still on the list of approved prey animals the door opened on the first floor and Brielle, her buddy, and Oneida stepped onboard. I had no clue where Wiesława was supposed to go. I guessed she was along for the ride. "Good morning, Cáel," Brielle greeted me before licking my left nipple. Wiesława was confused; could she have been licking me, and getting licked by me, half an hour ago? "What are you doing?" Oneida squawked. "Yum; someone has been to the gun range this morning," Brielle smiled at me. "Oh, and; sorry about your paternal person," she hastily added. "They are called Fathers," I sighed. To defuse Oneida, I slipped a hand to the small over her back then wiggled three fingers between the top of her skirt and panties. It was 'dangerous' enough to give her pause before going after the other women. "It is good to see your new, exalted status hasn't gone to your head, Cáel Ishara," Brielle looked very naughty. "Sisters first, last and always," I responded. "I'm not going to take credit for my ancestors being kick ass." "They must have been very courageous women," Wiesława stated. I snorted. "Wiesława, my Ishara lineage goes down the male side of the family, so those lethal ancestors were all male," I chided her. "When the Dacian-Thracians moved into the region, they joined with those tribes fighting the Celts. Later, they joined with the Dacian kings and fought against the Romans. Germans, Avars, Bulgars and finally the Magyars came their way; my ancestors impressed them all enough to be accepted. I know this because my Father's name was Nyilas, which means Archer in the Magyar tongue. We were fighters under the Arpad dynasty the same way we had gone to war with our Amazon War leaders thousands of years earlier. I also know this because of my bloodline; if the female folk had been raped, the bloodline would have perished," I explained. "Where exactly was your family from?" Wiesława inquired. "My grandfather said we Nyilas' were from Székelys Lands in Northern Romania," I replied. "My great-grandfather grew up under the Romanian King, hated it and died fighting as a Hungarian soldier against the Soviets in World War II," I continued. "That is why my great-grandmother took her children and came to America. They had lost their homeland in her opinion. Dad said she was bitter until the day she died," I sighed over my forerunners intransience. "She even wanted to be buried at her home town of Szászrégen," I let them know. "That never happened." The elevator door opened, I waved good-bye to friends new and old then raced to Katrina's bathroom. Katrina was at her desk, working away. "Cáel," Katrina acknowledged my passage with a wave of her hand. "Hayden and I have been examining a list of possible; " "That boat has sailed, Katrina," I cut her off. "I'll take care of my business without Hayden's help, thank you very much. I know you tried to warn her. I should have known there was no use dealing with the Council in any way, shape, or form. There isn't." I paused. "Tell your allies that there will be many in House Ishara and Warrior-Fathers too." "Aren't you worried in the least?" Katrina requested. "We both know that some of these bitches want to face their end like the lead characters in a Wagnerian opera. All we can do is remind them they are traitors to their Race, not patriots to some modern day concoction of a cult of gender blood purity," I stated, "as we work to save our people." "Those 'Old Guard' broads have forgotten what an Amazon is supposed to be," I explained. "And a man is going to show us the way?" Katrina studied me with emotionless intent. "Yes," I muttered. "A man who prefers love over hate and counts his worth by the lives he saves, not the one's he takes." "Do you ever fear this 'softness' will weaken your masculinity?" Katrina mused. That hurt; not because of her words, which could be true for any man. It hurt because the bastion against such thinking had just died. "My only fear is that I won't live up to my father's example," I responded. "Not only as a man and a father in my time, but as a human being," I delved into the wounded portion of my soul. "He never went to college, served in the military, or even got into a fight until that last minute of his life. He covered for co-workers with family issues, never failed to answer a call out to work in inclement weather, and did all that normal boring shit few here even understand. He let me be weak and let me be strong. His greatest lesson was that no matter where my life led, I had to take responsibility for it. The strong ask for help. The weak ask for someone to do the task for them. Love is not a word. Love is the star you chart your life by. The worst weakness is letting fear stop you from pursuing what you want. That is what I have to measure up to," I finished. In the interim, several of the new hires showed up and were observing the spiel. "I would think he would be happy if you measured up to what you wanted out of life," Katrina said. "I aim to do both," I grinned. I went to the bathroom and quickly changed into my work attire. The meeting started on time with the additional of a gnat-bite; Dora was two minutes late. At the time, nothing seemed out of sorts to me. It was a day on the job with Rosette. Around 3:30 pm, Pamela stopped our knife training (her with her wand and me with my weighted, wooden blade). She went to the corner of the room, ran her finger along the central point and drew back a finger with dust on it. She raised the finger so I could clearly see it. "It's dust?" I shrugged. "Normally they do a much better job," Pamela noted and back to training we went. The nightmare became real with one phrase in common usage: 'I'll get to it when I can', one Runner told Desiree when Desiree gave her a task. One of the most fascinating things in my book about Havenstone was that it hummed along like a well-oiled, organic machine. Tasks were completed, back-ups were always on call, and promptness wasn't a virtue; I was the absolutely expected. "What did you say?" Desiree asked for confirmation. "I said I'll get right on it," the woman sighed. I caught the look in Desiree's eyes. Something was wrong, but she couldn't put a name to it. Oaths and obligations; the lubricant for patently lethal Amazon society. Those words tossed out without too much consideration were now fraying around the edges. This wasn't the Plague, boils, lesions, leprosy, rickets, or the Home Loan bubble bursting. Those you could fight. How did you counter the devaluation of someone's word? Ishara's curse was crawling toward a very bad end unless I did something, but what? Personal respect would remain. Hierarchy? Amazons would begin to question why they were prioritizing their lives around someone they didn't know, or knew and didn't like. We weren't at that final destination, yet it was coming, and best of all, every woman in the company had a weapon, or quick access to one. A phone call grabbed me before I went in for the 'end of day' meeting. It was Brooke. "Christopher Cáel-umbos," I murmured. "Economy Class Oriental tours. How may I help you?" Laughter; and more than Brooke's. "Libra and I were getting ready to head out to the Hamptons and wanted to give you one last chance to come along," Brooke pleaded. An impressive dicking indeed. Thousands of reasons not to go; safety, responsibility, risk for other; "Sure, I'd love to come along. Can you pick me up at Havenstone at 6:10 pm? We'll make a quick run to my place to pick up some stuff and then head out, unless that's too late?" I offered. "See you then, Cáel," Brooke purred. "See you," Libra called out as well. It was a loathsome indicator of how out of control my life was ;  that me, a working class kid, was going on a romp with two rich, high society girls to some mansion for a weekend of hedonistic fun; because that was more 'normal' than my week had been. I entered the meeting, took my teasing and made for the gym. This hour was devoted to a hardcore workout and nothing but. Rapid repetitions, quick shifts, rolling through the muscle groups. Even a few of the dedicated lifters gave me appreciative looks. I didn't have the time today. I hit the showers and made the doors before I hit a snag. Security held me up yet again. They seemed nervous, so I asked and got a bottled water and made some jokes. These ladies were going to be my allies, damn it, before I was done. Troika caught up with me a minute later. She extended a handful of round, brownish-yellow balls in a necklace. Each ball had a symbol inscribed on it. "We received this and a message this morning," she snapped. "We have decided to reject it." "It is horse-hoof," Pamela whispered in my ear. The gears went spinning. There was one person I knew who would send me keratin scrimshaw jewelry. Those nasty bitches were piling on the stupid. I looked it over; it was old, maybe going as far back as Timur aka Tamerlane to the English-speaking world. The 'cord' was made of hair; probably horse tail hair. I had no reciprocal gift to offer; absolutely nothing this valuable. But wait, I did! Somewhere there was a Havenstone bureau, department, or office that hung on to the artifacts ALL the Houses had accumulated over the passage of years. Some of that shit was mine; Ishara's. Our house had expired before the colonies became states. That still equated to a long period of pack-ratting. I'd put a minion on it right away! I'd pray that they didn't have plans for the weekend; later. "It arrived this morning and you are only giving it to me now?" I grumbled. "That message was meant for me, not for any of the rest of you. Where is the rest of it? Oh, and you're on the list." "It was consumed in its examination," Troika blatantly lied. "You have a visual copy," Pamela sounded bored. "Give it to him." "I do not carry such things around on a handheld device," Troika parried. "Ah; that's theft," Pamela gave a slender grin. "Just so we are clear." "If Cáel Ishara wished to put forth such an accusation to Hayden, I will be prepared to defend my actions," Troika gave a hostile glare right back. "That won't be necessary," I snorted. "I'm good. Pamela, I'm out for the weekend. Have fun." I turned and walked away. "Count the days, Troika," Pamela menaced. "I'm not afraid," she countered. "I don't care, but in 21 days, Cáel's ban on internal conflict will be at an end. Like me, he will not go to a corrupted Hayden for justice. We will be exacting it in our own way and in our own time. That you should worry about," Pamela gave a tilt of the head, a feral grin and joined me in departing. In Hittite, she said;  "A matron, 21 Runners and one archaic mistake," Troika joked. In Hittite, she said; "But how many more 'Runners' can he recruit between now and then?" one of Troika's bodyguards worried. "More than enough to raise your daughters after you are all gone and forgotten," Pamela shouted over her shoulder. (Starting Friday Evening in the Wrong Damn Place) Waiting outside for me were two beauties and a small car. I hefted my bike, detached the front wheel for easier storage and climbed into the Lilliputian backseat. "Sorry," Libra in the passenger seat sounded embarrassed. "I'm not sure Brooke and I thought this through. Do you have a seat belt?" She was referring to the rear-mounted cup holder I was sitting in. "This is not rated for human occupation," I grinned back. What that really meant was there were three conflicting emotions pulling events along. Wanting me to fuck them; the easy one. Loyalty to your social/sorority sister; the relationship under stress. Me being a 'suitable' human being; the one that they were both stumbling toward which made the second emotional force such a problem. Had I solely been a fuck toy for either one, the other could have gracefully exited the field (with the occasional sharing). I was far from 'husband' material yet I was closing in on being the 'crossing a crowded club to greet me' kind of guy; already passed the 'not embarrassed to introduce me to their friends' phase. "You can sit in my lap," Brooke offered. With her driving and our height differential; we'd be lucky to be pulled by the PD before we wrecked. "How about you drive, I sit in Libra's seat and she sits in my lap?" I offered. "That's no fun," Brooke shot me a pout. "It sounds like fun for me," Libra giggled. "Now Libra remember, for the seat belt to be effective, you will have to sit facing me;” I sighed. "Facing you?" she winked. "Yes; facing me naked," I assured her. "Hey!" Brooke protested. "How come she gets to be naked in your lap?" "Otherwise me being naked would be pretty pointless," I explained. "Libra," Brooke demanded, "you get to drive." Petty arguments and playful exchanges followed. I left a message for Timothy and Odette, letting them know I was heading out to some address on the far end of Long Island. I even shot myself in the foot with the Nerf gun and told Timothy so he'd feel better. Brooke and Libra were dressed similarly. Red and khaki almost 'short-shorts', white/yellow bikini tops under white wife-beaters covered with a denim shirt (sleeves rolled up) and white cargo short-sleeved shirt, tennis socks and canvas shoes. In a way, I was a victim of my own success. Both ladies wanted to fuck me bad, but their desire to prove to me I was more than a fuck toy meant I didn't get sex at my place. If you are a girl, that will make much more sense. The car ride out was an issue. If I drove, Brooke and Libra promised to put on a Sapphic display for the ages. If Libra drove, I promised to publically molest Brooke at every stop. The reverse went for Brooke driving. The solution was that the girls would take turns driving and I would be a truly diligent cunnilinguist, with a strong background as an anatomically astute Braille harpsichord player. Our destination turned out to be the hamlet of Sagaponack, aka the most expensive place to live in the United States. Why was I doing this to myself? For starters, Brooke thought our host, Brennan Sulkanen, lived in one of those $50+ million homes; funny, I thought those were called estates. The girls laughed when I told them that. My utter lack of forethought, underutilized intelligence gathering capabilities, and even not acting my age were coming back to chew a huge hunk off my heine now. Brennan was a fraternity brother of Trent; warning indicator #1. Brennan didn't actually do anything, but his father was loaded; situation getting worse. Brennan was the youngest of the three sons from the first marriage with three other children from two other marriages waiting in the wings. A quick search revealed that the third and current Mrs. Sulkanen, was very elegant for a thirty-two year old lady. His current Mom being the same age as his oldest brother could be an issue. I was living proof how good parenting could help build up a child. Improper parenting; could do the opposite. Nothing was guaranteed though. "So, why are we going to Brennan's?" I hazarded to inquire as we cruised down Highway 27 through East Patchogue. In the back of my mind, I realized I was due south of scenic Doebridge and their frisky policewomen/Stasi law enforcers. "Oh, we met in college when I came up for one of Trent's; that loser; frat functions," she told us. "He was very drunk and tried to hit on me," the tale continued. "How and where did he 'hit' on you?" I prodded. "He stumbled into the Ladies' room, knocked my drink over and tried to give me his, but I was insulted by his inebriated pawing and left," Brooke said. Lone drunk men DO stumble into Ladies' rooms; usually to vomit. Frat brothers hit on each other's girls; men are pigs. Greeks are pigs with tie pins and secret handshakes. Drunk people do not demolish another person's drink then offer up their own. The spilling of alcohol is a drink-worthy event which you can't do if you have given your drink away. Man math: Brennan stalked Brooke, ambushed her in the bathroom and tried to roofie her with his drink because our host was a dirt bag and a total ass-bandit. How had I failed to do some basic 4 1 1 on this bastard? Oh yeah, brought an extinct First House to life, multiple threats to my well-being, treated like crap by most of my co-workers and then my father was murdered. "I repeat; why are we going to this guy's house?" I asked. "He's been persistent ever since Trent bailed and he sounds so worried about me," she answered. "Oh, I don't want you to think I'm using you as Brennan-deterrent, Cáel," she added. "I wanted to get out of the city and be with you; and Libra." I was more than Brennan-deterrent alright. I was a 'Highway Closed Indefinitely' sign for his edification. This was okay with Brooke (and me) because of all the sex we were going to have. "Thanks," Libra teased her pal. My dilemma was that despite all the positive emotions wafting my way, I wasn't one of 'them' yet. I couldn't simply say 'this dude is a scumbag. Let's go somewhere else.' This was going to take some tact and pretty much annihilated my hopes for a weekend to unwind. I had to play nice and at the first opportunity pull our host aside and politely inform him that I was going to floss his teeth with his still functioning intestines if any of us partook of something we hadn't asked for, ended up in some spot we hadn't wanted to go to, and/or doing something we didn't want to do. My diplomatic approach was from some movie that was way before CGI. It was ('you' meaning 'me': 'I want you to be nice; until it is time; to not be nice.') I was going to give Brennan's survival instincts the benefit of the doubt. I felt certain he wasn't enchanted with the idea of personal pain and I was going to let him know there wasn't a bank account deep enough to protect him from my wrath. If there was ever any doubt; I'm an idiot. We pulled up to the gate right before eight. Yes; one of those nice wrought-iron, automatic opening double gates. Brooke answered the security screen and in we went. Two people, definitely staff, met us as we parked. There was six cars present already, all variations of the high-performance, turbo-charged, 'Daddy/Mommy don't love me so they gave me this deathtrap instead' ideal. Cargo space? Fuel efficiency? Excessive safety features? Not a concern for this crowd. There was a momentary bout of confusion as the male staffer came for my baggage. I thanked him. He looked at me funny. Brooke insisted the female staffer give directions to where her/Libra's luggage was going so I did the same with the guy. My stuff was not only not heading to Brooke's room, I was being banished to another branch of this sprawling villa. "Take my stuff to their room," I directed the man. "Sir, a different room has been set aside for the gentleman," he insisted. "Oh; okay," I nodded. I took my bags from him, much to his surprise, and followed the 'maid'. Brooke and Libra laughed at my obstinacy and tagged along. Our introduction to the 'pack' was delayed and, by his look, Brennan wasn't happy with my detour. I wasn't happy either, but for a different reason. "Brooke; Libra, right? Cecil?" he clearly was disrespecting me straight out of the gates. Brooke and Libra said 'hi'. I was a little less diplomatic and I was staring down the barrels of a serious crimp in my main battle plan. There were two dissipated young ladies, three men of the same caliber and two guys I identified hangers-on. Most likely rich; just not rich enough to be treated as equals by the majority. Then there was this one girl who was certainly the unsuspecting party favor. You can learn all kinds of thing about the darker side of male-female relationships at Spring Break if you pay attention. The vacation can be wonderful, but seeing fuck-head bottom-feeders getting girls wasted for the eternal glory of Girls Gone Wild and the ability to stick their prick into someplace it doesn't belong, and they haven't earned the right to be in, truly sucks. For the moment, I had to look past her. The focus of my anxiety was a couple, both African-American and from a different mold than everyone else there. I knew the guy because he was somewhat famous. "Hey Bitch," I replied in an off-handed manner. "What?" Brennan hammed up his confusion. The 'Home Alone' gasp. What had he done wrong? "What?" I responded. "Did you just call me a 'bitch'?" he clarified. "No," I lied. "I didn't even know you were talking to me. Hi, I'm Cáel Nyilas. Who are you again?" "I think you called me a bitch," Brennan watched his whole weekend plan to dispose of me coming gift wrapped here in the opening round. He looked to the 'famous' guy. I am an idiot. "Well, with your family money, I'm sure you can hire top notch Otolaryngologist to handle that hearing problem of yours," I grinned. "Orlando, what do you think Kibble here said?" Brennan indicated the guy. "Orlando Keyes," I smiled. "Man, you are one mean son of a bitch. That fighter from Ecuador; missed his name; you broke his left cheek with one hit during that MMA bout in New Orleans last Thanksgiving. The only thing almost as impressive was that guy managed to stand up afterwards." No, I wasn't buttering this guy up. There was no point. I only knew about him because the whole 'martial ardor' doesn't have to be yours to get some tail. Girls who like watching physical combat; MMA, Kick-boxing, Boxing, and the NHL (WWE if they are somewhat gullible); will jump on your bones at the completion of that match. "I think this cunt called you his bitch," Orlando came my way. I gently pushed Brooke and Libra aside to give me space. "You are mistaken," I kept smiling at Orlando. "I was calling that lady over there," I pointed at the lady he had been talking to, "my bitch for tonight. The acoustics in this place must suck." Outdoor pool; the Atlantic Ocean crashing less than 100 meters away; this place rocked. "You are going to die," Brennan laughed at me. Keyes kept coming. "Right, or left?" I asked him in a pleasant tone. He glared yet hesitated. "What does it matter?" Orlando studied me. He had stopped being a hired thug and returned to being a modern day gladiator. "I'm packing so I wanted to know which knee you can live without," I stated. "He's got a gun?" one of the other males mumbled. "Gun?" Orlando's eyes narrowed. "Knife," I corrected. At this point, everyone but Orlando and I felt better. In that snippet, Orlando and I exchanged a vital piece of information; I was going to hurt him. No matter what he did, I was going to put a knife into him. How did he know? I had warned him and I laughed at Death. I wasn't bluffing and Orlando made his life's work piercing his opponent's deceptions. "That's my fiancé," Orlando grumbled. I extended my hand. "I apologize then," I said as he shook my hand. "That was rude of me and uncalled for. Not only is she one of the classiest ladies here, she was hanging out with you, a man not known for accepting anything short of the perfect match. Besides," I whispered, "we both know who I was truly talking about." Orlando wasn't happy with me, or forgiven me. What he did accept was that I'd given him an out. I had backed down and apologized. Brennan was frowning. Orlando and I didn't care; we were both fighters and we'd both ponied up on the promise of pain. If there was to be a conflict, he wasn't going to do it for Brennan. He was going to do it because he always wanted to know how tough the other guy really was. Names floated around. The only people that mattered to me were Anima and Casper. Anima was Brennan's 'girlfriend' which I translated as a debauchery enabler. She was under the delusion that life was boring and pointless, so she should punish the world for her ennui. Her life's cup had been emptied at twenty-three? Bitch, I worked with real women who couldn't even consider such nonsense. Casper; Casper was going to be a problem. For starters, Anima had taken Casper under her wing; was going to show Casper the 'ropes'. Casper proudly proclaimed that. Casper was also not as rich as the 'in crowd' and not a hanger-on; she was the weekend's amusement, or would have been if Brooke hadn't shown up. And, of course, she couldn't see the danger, she was so eager to be with the super-rich. After the name game came the initial party shuffle. Who was aiming for whose bedroom tonight and how would they get what they wanted. Brennan sent two backup boys cruising for Libra while he angled in for Brooke. Anima and Casper were supposed to keep me busy. Libra promptly showed she'd thumbed through my Book of Social Fugliness. "I only date real men," she shredded the 'second-stringers' to pieces. The blast socially staggered them. "If you have to think about it, boys, you are not a man. Don't strain yourself trying to be something you can't even comprehend. Now one of you go get me a drink while I think about what Cáel and I are going to do to Brooke tonight." In social parlance, that was shooting someone with both barrels of a shotgun then using the stock to tenderize the remains. That was one flank secure. Next, Casper and Anima. Anima had the feeling I didn't like her; good for her. "Would you really have cut Orlando?" Casper asked me softly while she ran a fingernail over my right forearm. "Casper, to begin with, call him Mr. Keyes. There will come a time when you can freely use his first name, but you ain't there yet," I cautioned her. "To answer your question: yes, I would have sliced down and across, cutting his right hamstring." Keyes heard me, as I had intended. "Brennan says you are a co-worker of Trent," Anima cooed. "Kind of," I shrugged. "Trent is a big-shot with the Far East Unit while I remain in Personnel in the city (Manhattan)." They both looked disappointed then Casper handed me a plum. She wasn't stupid, just willfully blind. "Where did you learn to use a knife then?" Casper tried to 'salvage' me. She was doing herself a favor by trying to make me look better to the rest; doing me a favor. Nice. "I'm with the Records Redaction Unit of Havenstone's Executive Services," I lied. Blink. "That doesn't make any sense," Casper's brow furrowed. "You delete records?" "No Casper," I returned her arm rub, "someone creates a list with names on it. I am part of the team that reduces the number of those names on that list to zero." Blink. "You fire people?" she remained uncertain. She had to believe I was playing with her, which I was. "No," I shook my head. "That implies extra paperwork. We take a more ergonomic approach. No termination rigmarole; no traceable termination at all." "That sounds vaguely like you murder people," Anima murmured. "Murder is a crime. Converting all the data of a given person into one, misplaced file is a way of circumventing the whole 'exit interview/providing references for other jobs/pension' process." If you believed that this nation, nay, the whole world, was run by soulless corporate monsters that made scary sense. "What do you do with the people?" Anime was showing the tiniest bit of enthusiasm for this conversation. "What people? People have names," I smiled. "Bodies with no records are normally handled as John and Jane Does and are buried in Potter's Field, or used at medical schools." "Do you enjoy sex with multiple partners?" Anima smiled; veering the conversation off in a different dir

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THE Presentations Japan Series by Dale Carnegie Training Tokyo, Japan
412 Expert Tips To Standout As A Panellist In Japan-Engage, Project, Impress

THE Presentations Japan Series by Dale Carnegie Training Tokyo, Japan

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 18, 2024 11:56


We see a lot written about public speaking and presenting. Usually it is on the assumption we are the sole speaker or one of a line-up of speakers who wow the audience one after another. Interestingly, a lot of speakers I see these days are often members of expert panels, herded together by the MC and taken through the key points of the topic.  I also notice that none of them are much good in this role and almost no wowing is going on ever.  The irony is we are on the panel because we are an expert in our field, but no one bothers to inform us how to perform our expert role when being a panellist. Whether we are the solo speaker commanding the audience from behind a podium or prowling around the stage or sitting down in a row of other speakers, the fundamental things which work best don't change all that much.  The key thing I have noticed which is missing most from panellists is projection.  When we are standing, we have more access to our body language and to voice projection.  We are also elevated in stature too, so we are readily visible to the audience from top to toe.  We feel more powerful when standing, and this comes across in how we deliver our talk. When we are seated, we are literally cut off at the knees.  We are hunkered down in our chair, sitting low and are physically constrained.  It has a deleterious psychological impact as well. This seated position is the format we use all the time for casual chats over coffee.  This positioning sets up a mentality that is relaxed and conversational.  Nothing wrong with a conversational speaking style, however the associated soft volume we use is the issue.  Of course we have been handed mics, but most people are not used to using them and often don't know how to get the most out of the tech.  They usually don't get a chance to work with the mics, which is something you would get as a single speaker when you are there setting up your laptop, etc., before the event starts. Also, holding a mic means we have tied up one arm, so our gestures are handicapped, compared to when we are standing using a stand mic or a pin mic. In short, we become small on stage and we stay that way throughout.  I teach speakers to use their ki (気) or intrinsic energy when speaking to reach all four corners of the venue.  Projecting your energy is magnetic with audiences and we can deeply connect with the crowd.  Sitting low in a chair makes this energy projection much harder. You really have to be aware of the disadvantage you are at and you need to compensate for it.  If you don't know, then you don't know and you just become insignificant on stage very quickly. I recommend having a strategy for your panellist presentation.  I would strongly recommend you make it your goal to connect with everyone in the audience.  We do this one person at a time.  What we see speakers doing, though, is looking out at everyone at the same time, at each other and at the MC in particular. They are not thinking of connecting with the audience at all, at the individual level.  Use six seconds of contact with each person.  Don't look at the other panellists or the MC – ignore them completely and only spend your time looking at the people in the room. Pick up one person in the audience at random and stare straight into that person's eyes as you speak to them. At a distance, down the back, the ten people seated around that person all think you are looking at them, so the impact is magnified.  When you look out at the audience, break the room up into zones – left, middle, right and then front half and back half.  This gives us six zones to work on and we make use of this zone breakdown to engage as many people as we can during our remarks.  In a minute we can engage with six people. In three minutes we can engage with eighteen people, and if we pick up the ten people around, then we have one hundred and eighty people engaged. Sit super tall and on the front edge of the chair, so that you are physically thrusting your body language toward the audience.  Direct your ki energy to the very back wall of the room when you speak.  Make the most of the mic and use a strong voice, without yelling or creating static with the mic, to project your energy to the audience. Hold the mic a little out in front of you and then speak across the top of the mesh.  I have seen panellists actually encompass their entire palm completely over the mesh, which totally defeats the efforts of the sound engineers, who have slaved over perfecting the tech. Use the other hand for large gestures.  Remember, you are tiny up on the stage and the chair has made you short, so you have to overcompensate for the lack of physicality.  Don't be afraid to go big with your gestures.  Way down the back, it still looks small. We want our three arrows coalescing together: (1) one-on-one eye contact for six seconds with specific individuals in the audience, (2) strong energy projection through the medium of our body language and voice and (3) the power of our larger than usual gestures. All of our attributes are in sync and congruent with what we are saying. When we do this, we instantly self-select as a real professional in presenting skills, stand out from our Lilliputian colleagues on stage with us, including the MC, and we become totally memorable, whereas everyone else is immensely forgettable.  

ExplicitNovels
Cáel and the Manhattan Amazons: Part 8

ExplicitNovels

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 8, 2024


Cáel's tombstone: For the love of women, women put him here.In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand.Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected..

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Expanded Perspectives
Lilliputian Hunters

Expanded Perspectives

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 26, 2024 63:39


On this episode of Expanded Perspectives Elite the guys start the show off talking about some strange mishaps in Skelekin Studios this week with the crashing of a microphone as well as the hard drive on one of the computers. Then, Kyle tells a strange encounter one christmas, when a person back in 1958 believes the "little people of the mountain" brought them and their family a television set as a gift. Then, Cam brings a possible time slip experienced person where time seemed to have just stopped for a few minutes. After the break, Cam tells a few more stories about people and their encounters with tiny hunters in southwest Texas and Northern Mexico. All of this and more on this weeks installment of Expanded Perspectives Elite! Show Notes: The Christmas Gift http://www.phantomsandmonsters.com/2017/12/daily-2-cents-thing-on-my-bed-another.html Transported To Another Reality http://www.phantomsandmonsters.com/2017/12/transported-to-another-reality.html Upcoming Remake Movies http://www.imdb.com/list/ls052091214/ Music: All music for Expanded Perspectives Elite is provided by The Black Angels http://theblackangels.com, Pretty Lights http://prettylightsmusic.com Songs Used: Young Men Dead (Black Angels) We Must Go On (Pretty Lights) Empty Station (Pretty Lights)

Talking Out Your Glass podcast
Audrey Handler: A Conversation with “The First Lady” of Glass

Talking Out Your Glass podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 7, 2024 63:22


Housed in a 19th-century cheese factory, Audrey Handler's studio was founded in 1970 and is one of the oldest continually operating glassblowing facilities in the country. Through demonstrations she gave there and workshops she taught on the road at places such as Penland School of Craft and Haystack Mountain School of Crafts, she helped spread the idea that glass could be used as a medium for personal artistic expression.  A pioneer of the Studio Glass Movement, Handler started working in glass in 1965 as one of Harvey Littleton's first female glass students. He and his students experimented and learned together, renting old glassblowing films from the Corning Museum of Glass and trying to emulate the techniques. “It was so exciting,” Handler recalls. “Every day was something new.”   As a glassblower, Handler creates fruit forms, glass platters, and vases but also sculptural environments that comment on universal experiences, usually domestic in nature. These sculptures reflect small worlds and landscape portraits with life-sized objects and tiny sterling silver or gold people that evoke a surrealistic time and place. In well-known series the artist calls Monuments in a Park, Pear in a Chair and Wedding Pair, glass, wood and precious metal combine to tell a story. These works are made in collaboration with her husband, John Martner, who fabricates the tiny wooden chairs and love seats.   Wrote James Auer, Art Critic, The Milwaukee Journal: “By combining pieces of hand-blown fruit, in particular apples and pears, with tiny, hand-cast silver figures, (Audrey Handler) creates bizarre, Lilliputian landscapes that evoke universal human emotions and experiences. …this universality – combined with a neat sense of humor – is Handler's principal strength. It permits her to invest her work with a cutting satirical edge, to the point where her miniaturized depictions of conventional household scenes and cliched gender role models become winning little exercises in small-town surrealism.” Handler was a board member of the Glass Art Society, an international organization she helped create in 1971. She holds a BFA from Boston University School of Fine and Applied Arts and a MS and MFA from the University of Wisconsin, Department of Art. Her work was represented in the New Glass 1979 and New Glass Now 2019 exhibitions and published in the Corning Museum's survey of cutting edge-glass art, New Glass Review, in issues 5, 16 and 43. In 2014, Handler was awarded the Wisconsin Visual Arts Lifetime Achievement Award, joining fellow honorees Frank Lloyd Wright and Georgia O'Keeffe. The artist currently serves on the Glass Advisory Board of the Bergstrom Mahler Museum of Glass in Neenah, Wisconsin. Handler's sculptures can be found in collections and museums worldwide. During 2023 and 2024, her work was exhibited at the Racine Art Museum, Racine, Wisconsin, in two separate group shows: Women in Glass and Wisconsin Artists: 1960 – 1990: A Survey. Her work is on view now at the Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia, in 60 Years of Studio Glass, 2022 to present, and at the Chazen Museum of Art, Madison, Wisconsin, in Recent Acquisitions, 2021 to 2023, and an ongoing exhibit of her work from 1965 to present. Her latest endeavor involves creating new mixed media sculpture and painting with low-fire glass paints on tiles and glass, creating landscapes of the prairie seen from her studio window, areas around Wisconsin and visions of landscapes from her many travels. These glass paintings are an extension of her work with blown glass – an endeavor which spans more than 50 years – as well as a return to her roots as an oil painter.    

Jimmy Akin Podcast
The Terratin Incident (TAS) - The Secrets of Star Trek

Jimmy Akin Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later May 6, 2024 31:23


As the Enterprise crew gets shrunk to Lilliputian proportions, Dom Bettinelli, Jimmy Akin, and Fr. Cory Sticha discuss the surprising metaphysical and theological implications, the practical and scientific discrepancies, and the character dynamics.

Secrets of Star Trek
The Terratin Incident (TAS)

Secrets of Star Trek

Play Episode Listen Later May 6, 2024 31:23


As the Enterprise crew gets shrunk to Lilliputian proportions, Dom Bettinelli, Jimmy Akin, and Fr. Cory Sticha discuss the surprising metaphysical and theological implications, the practical and scientific discrepancies, and the character dynamics. The post The Terratin Incident (TAS) appeared first on StarQuest Media.

Three Minute Modernist
S2E64 - Band by Richard Serra

Three Minute Modernist

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 29, 2024 2:51


Episode Notes Support our Patreon - https://www.patreon.com/3MinModernist Bibliography Serra, Richard. Writings/Interviews. Edited by Douglas Crimp, University of Chicago Press, 1994. Serra, Richard, and Kynaston McShine. Richard Serra Sculpture: Forty Years. Museum of Modern Art, 2007. Serra, Richard, and Hal Foster. Richard Serra, Sculpture. Guggenheim Museum, 1992. Foster, Hal. "The Return of the Real: Richard Serra's Drawings." October, vol. 58, 1991, pp. 31-41. Brenson, Michael. "ART VIEW; Richard Serra: The Space Between." The New York Times, 9 Nov. 1986, www.nytimes.com/1986/11/09/arts/art-view-richard-serra-the-space-between.html. Kimmelman, Michael. "Richard Serra, Sculptor: Constructing New Worlds with Steel." The New York Times, 29 Mar. 1987, www.nytimes.com/1987/03/29/arts/art-view-richard-serra-sculptor-constructing-new-worlds-with-steel.html. Hobbs, Robert. "Richard Serra." Artforum International, vol. 32, no. 9, 1994, pp. 82–87. Ellegood, Anne, et al. Focus: Richard Serra. The Museum of Contemporary Art, Los Angeles, 2006. Goldberg, Vicki. "Serra's Public Art: Challenge and Awe." The New York Times, 16 June 1985, www.nytimes.com/1985/06/16/arts/art-view-serra-s-public-art-challenge-and-awe.html. Kertess, Klaus. Richard Serra Sculpture: Forty Years. Museum of Modern Art, 2007. McShine, Kynaston, and Lynne Cooke. Richard Serra Drawing: A Retrospective. The Menil Collection, 2011. Zelevansky, Lynn. "Richard Serra's 'Prop Pieces': An Interview." Artforum International, vol. 20, no. 7, 1982, pp. 30–35. Krauss, Rosalind E. "The Originality of the Avant-Garde and Other Modernist Myths." The MIT Press, 1985. Kramer, Hilton. "The Art World's Giant with the Flair of a Lilliputian." The New York Times, 20 Mar. 1983, www.nytimes.com/1983/03/20/arts/the-art-world-s-giant-with-the-flair-of-a-lilliputian.html. Kimmelman, Michael. "Experiencing Richard Serra's Mammoth 'Intersection'." The New York Times, 11 Oct. 1992, www.nytimes.com/1992/10/11/arts/art-experiencing-richard-serra-s-mammoth-intersection.html. Find out more at https://three-minute-modernist.pinecast.co

Defunct Doctors Podcast
Happy Little Hallucinations

Defunct Doctors Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 14, 2024 26:56


You've heard about hallucinations that feel scary and ones that feel pleasing, but have you ever heard about any that can entertain you for hours? In this episode, Dr. Helen Shui will explain a relatively rare phenomenon of reality grounded projective hallucinations called Lilliputian hallucinations. Special note: Dr. Helen Shui is truly a doctor, but is working under a pseudonym for privacy reasons. Dr. Lynne Kramer is using her real name. Music by Helen Shui and Caplixo. Cover art by Lynne Kramer. Sources:Article by Jan Kirk Blume in Neuroscience and Biobehavioral Reviews found at the following link: https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S0149763421001068Please contact us with questions/concerns/comments at defunctdoctorspodcast@gmail.com. @defunctdoctorspodcast on Instagram, Facebook, X (Twitter), Threads, YouTube, and TikTok Follow Lynne on Instagram @lynnedoodles555

The Weekly Scroll TTRPG Podcast
TWS Special - LILLIPUTIAN: Isle at the edge of the horizon

The Weekly Scroll TTRPG Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 10, 2023 132:56


On this special episode, we play

The Alaska Music Podcast
Lilliputian Violin Music

The Alaska Music Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 12, 2023 59:00


A concert of violin music from the remarkable fingers of Dawn Lindsay and Marcio Candido

Peter Navarro‘s In Trump Time Podcast
Bannon and Navarro: Trump 2024 Seizing the High Middle Ground

Peter Navarro‘s In Trump Time Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later May 10, 2023 7:37


Peter Navarro here and in this episode of my Taking Back Trump's America podcast and substack, we'll reprise a nice segment with Steve Bannon where we explain the campaign and messaging strategy of the Trump 2024 campaign.   You can view this interview on Rumble or listen to it on my podcast on Apple or Google.  Now here's the interview highlights: When Morning Joe and Mika look like the sane ones on an MSNBC set, you know you have wackos in the house. The idea that the Democrat National Committee won't host debates for legitimate challengers to Joe Biden like Bobby Kennedy Jr. is a fascist travesty. Trump is treating this like the general election, like he has won the nomination and that frees him up to reach out to the median voters in independents and Trump blue collar democrats. Trump shouldn't sign a loyalty pledge because RINOs are going to stab him in the back. The Republicans will hold 10 primary debates. Trump should skip all of them because every other Lilliputian candidate is a Never-Trumper funded by the RINO/Globalist/Wall Street/Club for Growth wing of the party. National polls showing Trump way ahead are IRRELEVANT. All Navarro cares about winning four of the five battleground states of Arizona, Georgia, Michigan, Pennsylvania, and Wisconsin. Do NOT get sucked into the national poll game.  

Morbid
Episode 450: Arthur's Seat Coffins

Morbid

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 13, 2023 76:39


In late June 1836, a group of boys hunting rabbits on a hillside on Arthur's Seat, Edinburgh, discovered a small cave hidden behind three slabs of slate, each piece carved into a rough conical shape. When they moved the pieces of stone, they found hidden within seventeen hand-carved miniature coffins, each containing hand carved figures. For nearly two hundred years, the mystery of the miniature coffins has baffled and delighted tourists and locals alike, all wondering who carved the coffins and why. Theories have been put forth claiming they're everything from a satanic spell or witchcraft to an ancient custom or even the work of notorious Scottish serial killers and body-snatchers Burke and Hare.Many thanks to the smashing David White for research assistance :)ReferencesBlackburn Standard. 1836. "Strange discovery." Blackburn Standard, 07 27.Brown, Allan. 2000. "Coffins that came back from the grave." Sunday Times, September 17.Chapman, Robert. 1958. "Seventeen Tiny Coffins." Derby Evening Telegraph, July 04: 18.Dash, Mike. 2013. Edinburgh's Mysterious Miniature Coffins. April 15. Accessed March 18, 2023. https://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/edinburghs-mysterious-miniature-coffins-22371426/.Dundee Courier. 1836. "The Lilliputian coffins." Dundee Courier, August 25.Harrison, Jody. 2018. "Edinburgh coffin-doll mystery 'cracked at last', claims writer." The Herald, April 17.Horton, Julia. 2005. "Buried secrets of the city murder dolls." Edinburgh Evening News, December 2.National Museums of Scotland. n.d. The mystery of the miniature coffins. Accessed March 18, 2023. https://www.nms.ac.uk/explore-our-collections/stories/scottish-history-and-archaeology/mystery-of-the-miniature-coffins/.O'Neill, Emma. 2019. Sevene facts you may not know about Arthur's Seat. February 28. Accessed March 19, 2023. https://www.scotsman.com/arts-and-culture/seven-facts-you-may-not-know-about-arthurs-seat-1494785.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

My Sister, Evangelion, and Me
Unit 13 and 14 - "Angel Infiltration" and "Seele, The Seat of The Soul"

My Sister, Evangelion, and Me

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 13, 2023 74:03


Time to sift through the 420 some (nice) citations on the Wikipedia page for Evangelion Angels. We're doing a Bottle Epusode! Steph doesn't want to believe an Angel can be a/have drip. What in the heck's a Lilliputian?! Revisiting western medias over reaction to censorship and religious modesty in the 90s. The early advent of people trying to turn their brains into computers. It was bad then and it's bad now. Unless you're Ritsuko's mom and know how to plant analog backdoor codes to save the world later. How many modern computers does it take to run one human brain?More insight into the iconic and bold design choices of Anno and Gainax. We go way too deep on trying to understand the Dead Sea Scrolls. Then it's time to take a free associating ride through Rei Ayanami's existential dreamscape. Backing up your children's stem cells to the cloud is real and terrifying. Finally, some connections between Jordan Peeles “Nope” and “Evangelion”. Intentional or not, it was cool.Support the show: Patreon, Venmo or CashApp

Moms on the Rocks
Monkey Business, 90 Day Fiance & Seeking Sister Wife

Moms on the Rocks

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 23, 2022 113:30


First it's a pandemic, and now it's primates trying to take us all down. It's gotten so bad that even Amanda is siding with humans! Then we're getting to the most important news of all: Papa Bowls. Yay or Nay? We take our carbs seriously, so Mr. John is not getting our hard-earned 2-for-1 coupons! Of course, we have to talk about the “And Just Like That” news and this weekend's celebrity weddings, but we all know we're here to laugh at Spahkles.John deserves a medal for his take down of Jibri on the 90 Day Fiance Tell All Part 2. Can we replace Shaun Robinson with John next season? We'd like to NOT know about Emily's parents' sex life and more about Mohamed scamming Yve. Seeking Sister Wife was another uncomfortable week of seeing Lilliputian men manipulating multiple women. Nick and his co-conspirators proposed to Danielle, while Marcus & Taryn terrorize India's mental sanity. Oh, and Garrick says “Yum, Yum.” Please leave a 5-Star Review, thank you!Shop our new Merch Store! Coyote Pass! So Tiny So Cold!Join our closed/private Facebook GroupFollow us on Instagram & TwitterWE LOVE TO HATE TV on Patreon*Tier 1: Real Housewives of Beverly Hills *Tiers 2+: RHOBH & Sister Wives S3E8TOTAL REQUEST PODCAST*Tier 1: Top Chef All-Stars*Tier 2: Nathan For Youlink.chtbl.com/wlthewww.lovetohatepod.com Our GDPR privacy policy was updated on August 8, 2022. Visit acast.com/privacy for more information.

Prose and Bros
S2: E41 Jonathan Swift and "Little Baby IPA"

Prose and Bros

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 18, 2021 61:23


What's that I see? Some island filled with strange peoples of different sizes and beliefs? Why, I daresay Captain Gulliver it's...it's! Yes! Staten Island. This week we're sampling Little Baby IPA (The tiniest IPA) straight from Staten Island NYC. Flagship Brewing's IPA gets paired with plenty of Steve Urkel references and discussions of Pizza Rat. Paired with this brew, whether Skip understands him or not, is Jonathan Swift and his most famous of works Gulliver's Travels. We read a brief excerpt explaining how Gulliver winds up as the tiniest of babies in Brobdingnag. While discussing Swift we'll also be talking his tumultuous love life, religion, and everyone's favorite topic, U2. So grab a brew, get ready for some travels, and as always, enjoy.Cheers!

Boggart and Banshee: A Supernatural Podcast
The Elf Dancers of Cae Caled

Boggart and Banshee: A Supernatural Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 26, 2021 48:41


A rare account of mysterious “elf dancers” seen, 1757, by four Welsh children, who were, then, chased by a threatening, copper-colored “warlike Lilliputian”. Could the fairies have taken up Morris-dancing?Source file: https://www.academia.edu/53238330/Source_File_The_Elf_Dancers_of_Cae_Caled

Big Little Podcast
506: Nine Perfect Strangers, "Motherlode"

Big Little Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 14, 2021 69:41


In this "Motherlode" of an episode, we "go in" on all the recent drama at Tranquillum. The Lilliputian singing Cabaret! Zach's asthma! Masha's affair! The kid! That kiss!! Plus, the gang considers an absolutely unhinged theory from Rebecca and pursues justice for Glory. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/biglittlepodcast/support

While You Were Talking
59 - Numnuts & Pejoratives, Lilliputian Hallucinations, Deadly Poop

While You Were Talking

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 25, 2021 51:30


What were you thinking about while we were talking? Send us a voice message and let us know! Follow us on Instagram and Twitter. Send us an email: whileyouweretalkingpod@gmail.com Thank you to Rob Henson for our theme music, and thank YOU for listening! --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/whileyouweretalkingpod/message

The Other Coast
Lilliputian Apocalypse, or MSU in Malifaux

The Other Coast

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 30, 2021 86:50


Jeff, Jim, and Colgan discuss the pros and cons of running Multiple Small Units (MSU) crews in GG2. Contact Email: theothercoastpodcast@gmail.com Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/theothercoast Paypal: https://paypal.me/jeffsyin

Intelligent Design the Future
Dustin Van Hofwegen on Engineering and Evolution in Lilliput

Intelligent Design the Future

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 14, 2021 22:35


On today's ID the Future we go behind the scenes at the recent Conference on Engineering in Living Systems, where host Jonathan Witt sat down with Dustin Van Hofwegen, a biology professor at Azusa Pacific University in California. The two discuss the private conference, which brought together biologists and engineers to study how engineering principles and a design perspective can and are being applied to biology—to plants and animals but also to Van Hofwegen's area of focus, the Lilliputian realm of microbial biology. The two quickly move into a conversation about Van Hofwegen's article in the Journal of Bacteriology, co-authored with Carolyn Hovde and Scott Minnich, based on research they did at the University of Idaho. As Van Hofwegen explains, Read More › Source

Good Beer Hunting
CL-072 Katie Mather and The Dream Turned Reality

Good Beer Hunting

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 21, 2021 32:55


Have you ever dreamed a dream so perfect, so grand, so utopian that it seems impossible to turn into reality? Katie Mather has—but unlike most people, she transformed her vision into something tangible. The pastoral landscape of Clitheroe, a village in northwestern England, provided an ideal backdrop for Mather’s dream to crystallize. Despite the copious amounts of lemons the pandemic dealt out, Mather and her husband, Tom, decided to make lemonade in the form of a Lilliputian shop and bar-in-progress that focuses on simple, high-quality drinks and small bites. They dubbed it Corto: a hat tip to a Spanish beer tradition that encourages a midday sip and snack, because doesn’t everyone deserve a small respite from reality? In her first piece for Good Beer Hunting, titled “The Bar at the End of the World,” published on March 24, 2021, Mather shares how, when, and why the two decided to create a space for community, camaraderie, and craft beer, even as she grappled with a positive COVID diagnosis last fall. (Don’t worry—she’s better now.) Just a quick note for listeners: There are a few moments of brief audio breaks while Mather is talking. Do not change the channel—it’s us, not you. (It turns out Wi-Fi in the middle of nowhere can be a bit spotty.) But I promise, small hiccups aside, this conversation has the potential to transport listeners to an idyllic land, full of promise and flavor. Throughout the discussion, she reveals the inspiration of the pair’s blossoming oasis, shares their goals (both during and post-pandemic), the value they find in sourcing artisanal food and drink to share with their small community, and how opportunities disguised as dead ends can bring forth some of the sweetest outcomes.

The Bryan Hyde Show
The Bryan Hyde Show hour one 3-18-2021

The Bryan Hyde Show

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 18, 2021 42:38


To the administrators of the systems that seek to rule us, the only thing worse than a wrongthinker is a wrongthinker who teaches unapproaved ideas to their children. J.D. Tuccille has a terrific article on why the education establishment views alternatives like private school as if it were a terrorist training camp. When individuals are actively looking for reasons to be offended, it can put the rest of us on the defensive. Kent McManigal reminds us that we'll always offend someone. So stop worrying about it and keep doing worthwhile things. The closer you look, the harder it is to trust most politicians. Instead of hyper-focusing on political offices, Jeff Minnick urges us to look past our Lilliputian leaders and use our influence where it counts--closer to home. Ask 10 random people on the street why government exists and most of them will answer with some variant of "to keep us safe." Judge Andrew Napolitano says, not so fast. Our government was called into existence to keep us free and current efforts to undermine our individual privacy are making us less free in every way. Sponsors:  Landmark Risk Management & Insurance Monticello College Pure Light HSL Ammo Subscribe to the podcast  Support this program by becoming a Patron  

Loving Liberty Radio Network
The Bryan Hyde Show hour one 3-18-2021

Loving Liberty Radio Network

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 18, 2021 42:38


To the administrators of the systems that seek to rule us, the only thing worse than a wrongthinker is a wrongthinker who teaches unapproaved ideas to their children. J.D. Tuccille has a terrific article on why the education establishment views alternatives like private school as if it were a terrorist training camp. When individuals are actively looking for reasons to be offended, it can put the rest of us on the defensive. Kent McManigal reminds us that we'll always offend someone. So stop worrying about it and keep doing worthwhile things. The closer you look, the harder it is to trust most politicians. Instead of hyper-focusing on political offices, Jeff Minnick urges us to look past our Lilliputian leaders and use our influence where it counts--closer to home. Ask 10 random people on the street why government exists and most of them will answer with some variant of "to keep us safe." Judge Andrew Napolitano says, not so fast. Our government was called into existence to keep us free and current efforts to undermine our individual privacy are making us less free in every way. www.thebryanhydeshow.com --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/loving-liberty/support

The Mage's Well
Witch Herbs - Belladonna

The Mage's Well

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 10, 2021 25:28


This week I'm looking into the herbal lore surrounding one of the most poisonous plants on the planet - Atropa Belladonna also known as Deadly Nightshade. It's got a very rich and dark history - from ancient assassinations to satanic orgies, this plant really has seen it all. One berry can kill a child, the odour released from fresh roots can cause splitting headaches and ingesting it can cause Lilliputian hallucinations where objects appear larger or smaller then they actually are - tune in to learn more! Check out my shop where I stock witchy wares to deepen your craft. Please leave a review if you've enjoyed the show. If you wish to support the show and/or join my sugar pot spell click here. You can also follow me on Instagram. Thanks!Michael Get bonus content on PatreonSupport this show http://supporter.acast.com/themageswell. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Strange Animals Podcast
Episode 209: Animals Discovered in 2020

Strange Animals Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 1, 2021 18:31


Here's a 2020 retrospective episode that looks at the bright side of the year! Thanks to Page for the suggestion! Let's learn about some animals discovered in 2020 (mostly). Further reading: Watch This Giant, Eerie, String-Like Sea Creature Hunt for Food in the Indian Ocean Rare Iridescent Snake Discovered in Vietnam An intrusive killer scorpion points the way to six new species in Sri Lanka What may be the longest (colony) animal in the world, a newly discovered siphonophore: New whale(s) just dropped: A newly discovered pygmy seahorse: A newly discovered pipefish is extremely red: So tiny, so newly discovered, Jonah's mouse lemur: The Popa langur looks surprised to learn that it's now considered a new species of monkey: The newly rediscovered devil eyed frog. I love him: The newly discovered Lilliputian frog looks big in this picture but is about the size of one of your fingernails: This newly discovered snake from Vietnam is iridescent and shiny: A new giant scorpion was discovered in Sri Lanka and now lives in our nightmares: The Gollum snakehead was technically discovered in 2019 but we're going to let that slide: Show transcript: Welcome to Strange Animals Podcast. I’m your host, Kate Shaw. Very recently, Page suggested the topic “animals discovered in 2020.” Since I was already thinking of doing something like this, I went ahead and bumped his suggestion to the top of the list and here we go! You’d think that with so many people in the world, there wouldn’t be too many more new animals to discover, especially not big ones. But new scientific discoveries happen all the time! Many are for small organisms, of course, like frogs and insects, but there are still unknown large animals out there. In fact, 503 new animals were officially discovered in 2020. Every single one is so amazing that I had a hard time deciding which ones to highlight. In most cases we don’t know much about these new animals since studying an animal in the wild takes time, but finding the animal in the first place is a good start. Many of the newly discovered species live in the ocean, especially the deep sea. In April of 2020, a deep-sea expedition off the coast of western Australia spotted several dozen animals new to science, including what may be the longest organism ever recorded. It’s a type of siphonophore, which isn’t precisely a single animal the way that, say, a blue whale is. It’s a colony of tiny animals, called zooids, all clones although they perform different functions so the whole colony can thrive. Some zooids help the colony swim, while others have tiny tentacles that grab prey, and others digest the food and disperse the nutrients to the zooids around it. Many siphonophores emit bioluminescent light to attract prey. Some siphonophores are small but some can grow quite large. The Portuguese man o’ war, which looks like a floating jellyfish, and which we talked about way back in episode 16, is actually a type of siphonophore. Its stinging tentacles can be 100 feet long, or 30 m. Other siphonophores are long, transparent, gelatinous strings that float through the depths of the sea, snagging tiny animals with their tiny tentacles, and that’s the kind this newly discovered siphonophore is. The new siphonophore was spotted at a depth of about 2,000 feet, or 625 meters, and was floating in a spiral shape. The scientists estimated that the spiral was about 49 feet in diameter, or 15 meters, and that the outer ring alone was probably 154 feet long, or 47 meters. The entire organism might have measured 390 feet long, or almost 119 meters. It’s been placed into the genus Apolemia although it hasn’t been formally described yet. Another 2020 discovery off the coast of Australia was an entire coral reef a third of a mile tall, or 500 meters, and almost a mile across, or 1.5 km. It’s part of the Great Barrier Reef but isn’t near the...

Word of the Day
Lilliputian

Word of the Day

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 23, 2020 0:46


Lilliputian is an adjective that means small or petty. Our word of the day comes from the Jonathan Swift novel Gulliver’s Travels as a reference to a tiny group of people roughly six inches tall. More recently the word may be used as a noun to refer to a small, petty thing or as an adjective. For example: I lost my nail clipper as we were climbing the mountain. But in the midst of such a monumental occurrence, we had no time for such lilliputian concerns.

Mere Mortals
Gulliver's Travels (Jonathan Swift) - Book Review

Mere Mortals

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 29, 2020 16:34


How would your perspective change in the world of the giants or amongst the little people? 'Gulliver's Travels' is the classic 18th century travel adventure by Jonathan Swift. The book follows Lemuel Gulliver across his four adventures in strange lands amongst strange people. It deals with contrasting perspectives changed by viewpoint, the different types of government and the practicality of misanthropy.Kyrin had this to say of the book. "I found the book to be more enjoyable and thought provoking in hindsight. Unfortunately the actual reading experience is dampened by the outdated satire and old English language. Nevertheless it contains some real gems, highlighting why it has become a enduring classic for nearly 300 years."Timeline:0:00 - Introduction2:08 - Synopsis of the four adventures4:04 - Contrasting perspectives changed by viewpoint7:51 - No form of government will be perfect9:32 - Can misanthropy be useful?11:55 - Personal observations15:12 - Summary and pragmatic takeawayAs always, we hope you enjoy, Mere Mortals out!About Mere Mortals:Striving for excellence through life's lessons. Daily uploads @ 5pm AEST. 4M's, Book Reviews, Musings, Bonus, Themed Podcast, Interviews & Meanderings.Connect with Mere Mortals:Website: https://www.meremortalsmedia.com/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/mere_mortals_media/Facebook: https://facebook.com/Meremortalsmedia

PenPen Pals
S1E13: Angel Infiltration / Lilliputian Hitcher (Nate) ゼーレ、魂の座

PenPen Pals

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 15, 2020 67:59


Local visual artist Nate stops by for our spookiest episode yet. Does Ritsuko have a secret? Is everything better with lasers? Check out Nate's art on etsy and social media @art_by_midnite Thanks to Vincent Price for being the scion of spooky :-O

The Kinnard Homestead
What an 18th Century Author Taught Me About My Smartphone

The Kinnard Homestead

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 3, 2020 11:16 Transcription Available


 What do your smartphone habits say about you? If you traveled to a faraway land and met a society of people who knew nothing about email, social media, or podcasts, what conclusions would they reach watching you constantly swipe at your phone? In this episode, Tim talks about the conviction he felt while reading Jonathan Swift's classic satire, Gulliver's Travels, when the main character gives the wrong impression to his Lilliputian hosts as they observe him constantly looking at his pocket watch. 

Track 26 – Der Neon Genesis Evangelion Podcast
Episode 13: Lilliputian Hitcher

Track 26 – Der Neon Genesis Evangelion Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 26, 2020 41:21


In dieser Evangelion-losen Episode infiltriert ein Nano-Engel das Hauptquartier, hackt den Computer und initialisiert die Selbstzerstörung. Während Ritsuko einen Hacker-Wettstreit vorbereitet, erfahren wir einiges über ihre Mutter, deren Verbindung zum MAGI-Computer und bei Track 26 werden Suizidalität sowie korrekte japanische Aussprache zum Thema.

Full Impact: A Neon Genesis Evangelion Exegesis
Episode 13: Angel Invasion/Lilliputian Hitcher

Full Impact: A Neon Genesis Evangelion Exegesis

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 10, 2020 61:31


"The ultimate end of evolution is self-destruction, death itself" -Gendo Ikari. Does this whack job know what he's talking about? Lets find out today as we cover episode 13 of Neon Genesis Evangelion here on Full Impact. How does humanity fare when a threat presents itself within NERV itself and puts our heroes out of commission for the time being? Start listening and find out!Don't forget to send us anything you can possibly think of regarding the show or the podcast to fullimpactpodcast@gmail.com

NERVous Wrecks - A Neon Genesis Evangelion Retrospective

Jo is on Twitter at @ghostofjo /// Chris is on Twitter at @TopherDisgraceOur artwork is by Rayne Klar /// @smallsmallwitch

RecTech: the Recruiting Technology Podcast
Ken Lazarus from Scout Talks A.I. in Recruiting

RecTech: the Recruiting Technology Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 30, 2019 30:11


Ken Lazarus is CEO of Scout Exchange. Having co-founded, led and advised over a dozen technology-based startups, he has over twenty-five years of experience growing innovative companies. Ken is passionately focused on using the power of data, marketplace dynamics, and technologies such as machine learning to disrupt and improve how companies find and hire the best talent. Prior to joining Scout in 2013, he served as CEO of Lilliputian Systems, where he led the development of Lilliputian’s portable power product platform, secured international aircraft regulatory approval, raised significant capital from blue chip investors and signed important strategic distribution and manufacturing agreements, including a landmark partnership with Intel Corporation (NASD: INTL). 1. As a company, how do you recognize where in your process an AI recruiting solution would be beneficial?  2. How does AI in recruiting affect the candidate experience?  3. It’s important that humans still drive the process of attracting passive candidates. Is there a way that AI can in fact assist recruiters with the challenge?  4. There are quite a few ways that AI can assist in screening; how can you effectively measure if these are working? For example, how do you know if a chat bot is providing helpful (and specific enough) answers?  5. Human interaction has always been key to forming relationships between third party recruiters and hiring companies. The idea of a recruitment marketplace somewhat removes this interaction. How can both parties ensure the right candidates are sourced and submitted without this? 6. With some recruiters worried that AI is coming for their jobs, how do you suggest getting a team or search firm to embrace AI tools? 7. What do you see as the biggest benefits of using AI in the recruiting process? 8. Do you see AI assisting with eliminating bias in recruitment?

microTalk
056: Lilliputian Evolution: Bacterial Evolution with Stanley Maloy

microTalk

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 10, 2019 69:12


The presence of bacterial toxins in a remote coral reef got Stanley Maloy thinking about the evolution of pathogens, and where “emerging diseases” come from. Dr. Stanley Maloy is a professor at San Diego State University who studies Salmonella, which causes gastrointestinal illness as well as more systemic disease in various hosts. He is the associate vice president for research and has been involved in the development of a number of biotech companies, and he’s a great storyteller to boot. Maloy talks about how thinking about bacterial pathogens from the bug’s point of view provides new insight into pathogen evolution, how “Muller’s ratchet” can explain Salmonella pathogen evolution, how metagenomics allows scientists to see new “worlds” that hadn’t been imagined before, how the environment in San Diego stimulates collaborative and international research, and how his first use of a Bunsen burner almost led to the lab burning down. The microCase for listeners to solve is about Kong Ill King, the dictator of a secretive nation who gets a potentially fatal disease while on a visit to an amusement park. Participants: Karl Klose, Ph.D. (UTSA) Stanley Maloy, Ph.D. (San Diego State University) Janakiram Seshu, Ph.D. (UTSA) Mylea Echazarreta (UTSA)

Full Kit Wankers: A Soccer Podcast
06/23/19- "The WWC FIFA fan zone was downright Lilliputian, that’s right your girl went to college and now she does nothing for a living."

Full Kit Wankers: A Soccer Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 23, 2019 43:28


The Wankers are BACK. Apologies to our FKWs, all it took was the solstice to bring Steven and Andrea back together and spitting takes. Upon recent return from France, where Andrea enjoyed the Women's World Cup group stage, the Wankers discuss transfer rumor tea (2:20), the three major international tournaments keeping them indoors watching footy all summer: the Women's World Cup (14:14), the Gold Cup (28:58) and the Copa America (34:40) and VAR, the cruel mistress of the cup. And as always, you've got subs if you need 'em.

Hearts Rise Up Podcast
Ep. 3 - Living In A State Of Awareness, Observation, And Discipline - An Interview With Larry Sims

Hearts Rise Up Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 24, 2019 2120:17


In this episode, as he was growing up in the south, Larry had lots of questions around many things in life. Many of the answers he received from others were inadequate in his mind which led to a lot of confusion. The harder he tried to understand, the more questions he had and the answers were never satisfactory. Life was a bit awkward as he was growing up. Having started school a year early, he was smaller than his peers, and a target for bullying. Eventually, he was able to internalize his own sense of self-worth in his musical abilities. He found his calling as a Band and Orchestra Director. It wasn't until he hit his early 50's, that he was able to make sense of a lot of things. He learned that it's never too late to raise your awareness and consciousness. Show Notes:  Listen in to hear Larry's story, what he learned and how he applies it in his life today. There are many nuggets of wisdom to include: 1.  What you feed grows 2.  How to dispel anger and resentment 3.  Making time to reflect 4.  Egocentricity and transcendence - the Zen of it all 5.  The dynamics of growth through relationships 6.  The power of neutral observation - the downside of going from observation to analysis 7.  Acceptance and patience 8.  Spirit "Body-building" tips - moving from learning to practicing via discipline 9.  Finding what works for you10. Don't ask “Why” - Ask "What is the opportunity for growth?" (Advice from Dr. Steven Hairfield) 11. Resist the urge to control others - a Lilliputian tale   Books he recommends: Breaking the Habit of Being Yourself - Joe Dispenza When Everything Changes, Change Everything by Neale Donald Walsch Power vs. Force - Dr. David Hawkins Gulliver's Travels – by Jonathan Swift   People who've influenced his life: Wayne Dyer Marianne Williamson Dr. Steven Hairfield   More Info: Larry was born in Jackson, MS as a post-war baby boomer and into a Christian household via Southern Baptist orthodoxy. Bullied through the early years, he finally found refuge when discovering his musical abilities. After receiving undergrad and graduate degrees in Music Education, taught for 30 years as high school band and orchestra director. Retired from teaching and worked in retail for a decade before fully retiring. If you wish to contact Larry, feel free to reach out to Hearts Rise Up at Hello@HeartsRiseUp.com for details. Music by Jonn Serrie Website: http://www.thousandstar.com/ Record Labels and Links to Jonn's Music: Valley Entertainment and New World Music                  

Hearts Rise Up Podcast
Ep. 3 - Living In A State Of Awareness, Observation, And Discipline - An Interview With Larry Sims

Hearts Rise Up Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 24, 2019 35:20


In this episode, as he was growing up in the south, Larry had lots of questions around many things in life. Many of the answers he received from others were inadequate in his mind which led to a lot of confusion. The harder he tried to understand, the more questions he had and the answers were never satisfactory. Life was a bit awkward as he was growing up. Having started school a year early, he was smaller than his peers, and a target for bullying. Eventually, he was able to internalize his own sense of self-worth in his musical abilities. He found his calling as a Band and Orchestra Director. It wasn’t until he hit his early 50’s, that he was able to make sense of a lot of things. He learned that it’s never too late to raise your awareness and consciousness. Show Notes:  Listen in to hear Larry’s story, what he learned and how he applies it in his life today. There are many nuggets of wisdom to include: 1.  What you feed grows 2.  How to dispel anger and resentment 3.  Making time to reflect 4.  Egocentricity and transcendence - the Zen of it all 5.  The dynamics of growth through relationships 6.  The power of neutral observation - the downside of going from observation to analysis 7.  Acceptance and patience 8.  Spirit "Body-building" tips - moving from learning to practicing via discipline 9.  Finding what works for you10. Don't ask “Why” - Ask "What is the opportunity for growth?" (Advice from Dr. Steven Hairfield) 11. Resist the urge to control others - a Lilliputian tale   Books he recommends: Breaking the Habit of Being Yourself - Joe Dispenza When Everything Changes, Change Everything by Neale Donald Walsch Power vs. Force - Dr. David Hawkins Gulliver's Travels – by Jonathan Swift   People who’ve influenced his life: Wayne Dyer Marianne Williamson Dr. Steven Hairfield   More Info: Larry was born in Jackson, MS as a post-war baby boomer and into a Christian household via Southern Baptist orthodoxy. Bullied through the early years, he finally found refuge when discovering his musical abilities. After receiving undergrad and graduate degrees in Music Education, taught for 30 years as high school band and orchestra director. Retired from teaching and worked in retail for a decade before fully retiring. If you wish to contact Larry, feel free to reach out to Hearts Rise Up at Hello@HeartsRiseUp.com for details. Music by Jonn Serrie Website: http://www.thousandstar.com/ Record Labels and Links to Jonn’s Music: Valley Entertainment and New World Music                  

The Train Rush
S01E08 - First Impression of 18Lilliput - Gulliver's Travails

The Train Rush

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 7, 2019 37:42


After playing it a handful of times, Dave and Craig are motivated to share their first impressions of Leonhard Orgler's most recently published title, 18Lilliput, a brave foray into fitting 18xx scale fun into a Lilliputian box. Does it fulfil the brief? Listen on...

Dare Daniel Podcast
Film Podcast – Dare Daniel Mini-Episode 13.5

Dare Daniel Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 9, 2018 16:02


In this Lilliputian mini-episode of the Dare Daniel podcast, children of the 1980s Daniel Barnes and Corky McDonnell preview next week’s review of Penny Marshall’s 1994 dud Renaissance Man, starring the hilarious comedy duo of Danny DeVito and Gregory Hines. After piling more scorn on the putrid Collateral Beauty, […] The post Film Podcast – Dare Daniel Mini-Episode 13.5 appeared first on Dare Daniel - Podcast and Movie Reviews.

Toon Vault
Gulliver's Travels (1939)

Toon Vault

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 8, 2018


Gulliver washes ashore on Lilliput and attempts to prevent war between that tiny kingdom and its equally minuscule rival, Blefuscu, as well as smooth the way for the romance between the Princess and Prince of the opposing lands. In this he is alternately aided and hampered by the Lilliputian town crier and general fussbudget, Gabby. A life-threatening situation develops when the bumbling trio of Blefuscu spies, Sneak, Snoop, and Snitch, manage to steal Gulliver's pistol. IMDb.

Primitive Culture: A Star Trek History and Culture Podcast

Shrinking Sci-Fi and DS9’s “One Little Ship.” Ever since 1957’s black-and-white classic The Incredible Shrinking Man, stories involving size-altering accidents have been a science fiction staple. In 1973, Star Trek: The Animated Series provided its own pint-sized kids’ adventure with “The Terratin Incident,” in which Kirk and his crew are gradually reduced in size by a mysterious Lilliputian community. But it wasn’t until Star Trek: Deep Space Nine’s “One Little Ship,” some 25 years later, that live-action Trek finally tackled this perennial sci-fi concept. A light-hearted episode in the midst of the fairly serious and grim sixth season, “that stupid shrinking show,” as it was known in the writers’ room, was seen as a chance to do something self-consciously silly. Yet, over the years, it has become a fan-favorite. In this episode of Primitive Culture, hosts Clara Cook and Duncan Barrett look at DS9’s “One Little Ship” in relation to other diminutive stories, from The Incredible Shrinking Man (1957) and Fantastic Voyage (1966) to Innerspace (1987) and Honey, I Shrunk The Kids (1989). We even visit the much more recent Ant-Man (2015) as we discuss the pleasures—and pitfalls—of storytelling on a miniature scale, as well as the psychological and existential crises that ensue when people—in particular men—suddenly find themselves much smaller than they used to be. Chapters Intro (00:00:00) Weird Science (00:06:30) That Stupid Shrinking Show (00:10:18) Up Close and Personal (00:25:30) The Horror of Comedy Parenting (00:33:20) Big Crisis for Small Men (00:41:45) Quantum, No Solace (01:03:00) Land of the Tardigrades (01:17:20) A Little Joke, Sir (01:26:15) Closing (01:31:50) Hosts Clara Cook and Duncan Barrett Production Clara Cook (Editor) Duncan Barrett (Producer) C Bryan Jones (Executive Producer) Matthew Rushing (Executive Producer) Ken Tripp (Executive Producer) Norman C. Lao (Associate Producer) Amy Nelson (Associate Producer) Richard Marquez (Production Manager) Brandon-Shea Mutala (Patreon Manager)

Steelers Outpost Podcast
Ep. 32 Golden Parachute

Steelers Outpost Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 8, 2018 31:15


We’re between the combine and the draft. There's been so much conjecture about who’s going where and when. Sam Darnold was the projected as the #1 pick to the Browns. Now it seems that Josh Allen may have supplanted him as Cleveland’s target.  Of course none of this is proven fact, but if it it's true, it kind of explains an organization with a 1-23 record over the past two years.   Jordan Mailata's pro day in Tampa FL last week makes for a very interesting story.  Mailata is a 20-year-old of Samoan origin who's been playing rugby in Australia. He's a 6'8" 346 pound beast who ran over his Lilliputian rugby compatriots like Sherman Tank. He's been working out at IMG in Florida to learn the offensive tackle position. The big man has some speed (4.7) so someone is going to be interested in this project. Headlines Odds and Ends Steelers sign Berhe Steelers re-sign Chris Boswell Should Steelers trade up in the draft? Weekly draft preview: Tight Ends   Steelers sign Nat Berhe Berhe is known as “The Missile” but we've renamed him “The Golden Parachute” as he most likely will replace Robert Golden as a core element on special teams.  Berhe is a free agent safety signed to a one year contract. Originally drafted by the Giants in 2015 out of San Diego State, he's been a special teams ace, leading that unit in tackles in 2017. Of note, Berhe is the first Eritrean-American to play in the NFL. Steelers re-sign Boswell Not surprisingly, kicker Chris Boswell has signed his second round restricted free agent tender for $2.9 million.  Boswell made his first Pro Bowl last season after hitting over 92% of his field goals in the regular season and finishing as the 4th highest scorer in the NFL.  Boswell also set a career-high with 4 field goals made from 50 or more yards away. Should Steelers trade up in the draft? Tony Serino of Locked on Steelers asked on Twitter if the Steelers should go ALL IN and trade up for a defensive impact player? Noting that the Steelers haven't done a great job of developing defensive players well or quickly, Steelers Outpost has a resounding ABSOLUTELY!   Tight Ends We look at the following draft prospects: Mike Gesicki (PENN ST) Hayden Hurst (SOUTH CAROLINA) Ian Thomas (INDIANA) Dallas Godert (S DAKOTA ST) Mark Andrews (OKLA)   We are striving to make this show as informative and entertaining as possible.  We’d love to get your feedback. You can leave us rating on your app. We would also like to talk directly to you so... Hit us up on Twitter at @Steelersoutpost   Leave a note on the blog at Steelersoutpost.com Shoot us an email at Steelersoutpost@gmail.com

Picturehouse Podcast
Downsizing with Hong Chau | Picturehouse Podcast

Picturehouse Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 25, 2018 11:37


Sam spoke to Hong Chau, star of Alexander Payne's Downsizing about her role in the new film. Director: Alexander Payne Starring: Matt Damon, Kristen Wiig, Christoph Waltz, Hong Chau Duration: 135 min  Having wittily addressed the social consequences of an aging population in Nebraska, writer-director Alexander Payne now turns his wry gaze on global overpopulation. A financially stretched couple (Wiig and Damon) decide to take the plunge when a team of Norwegian scientists discover a way to shrink humans down to six inches tall and ensconce them in utopian villages. Not only does this new Lilliputian community consume far less of the world’s resources, but their money is worth so much more. However, downsizing has unexpected downsides. Besides its breathtaking technical achievement, the film gives an entirely fresh perspective on fundamental human norms. Co-stars Damon and Wiig are wonderfully supported by Hong Chau and Christoph Waltz, who plays the couple’s small but sleazy playboy neighbour with uproarious zeal.

You Can [Not] Podcast
Episode 12: Lilliputian Hitcher

You Can [Not] Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 20, 2017 44:08


Hitch a ride? Hitch... on? Hitchhike over? Whatever. It's time for "Lilliputian Hitcher." Colby and Asher talk about the guts of the MAGI, NERV's rampant parental issues and one of the series' funniest B-plots. Remember -- punching is just as effective as hacking.

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LILLIPUTIAN

Sessionsx

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 17, 2017 5:12


A woman is found beaten to death in her locked apartment. The only other person in the home is her seven year old daughter. 

Doctor Who On Target
Planet of Giants by Terrance Dicks

Doctor Who On Target

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 28, 2017 49:15


Lilliputian shenanigans with an environmental twist this time! No - that's not the latest cocktail - it's Greg and David's review of the William Hartnell story Planet of Giants! One of Terrance Dicks later novelisations for the Target range, let's see how it fare with the new BBC Audio version read by none other than the very first Doctor Who companion - Susan herself - Carol Ann Ford.

Alcohollywood
HORROR V. OCTORBOR: Dollman vs. Demonic Toys (1993) w/Dom Suzanne-Mayer of Consequence of Sound

Alcohollywood

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 27, 2016 69:23


We finish out our month-long breakdown of 'versus' horror movies this week with Consequence of Sound's Dominick Suzanne-Mayer, as we discuss the 1993 horror mish-mash Dollman vs. Demonic Toys! A sort of half-movie cobbled from stock footage from three different movies in the Full Moon Entertainment catalog - Dollman, Demonic Toys, and Bad Channels - along with a bit of new footage, this film sees Lilliputian space cop Brick Bardo (Tim Thomerson) and a human nurse shrunk down to 11 inches (Melissa Behr) teaming up with a full-sized policewoman (Tracy Scoggins) to take down a cabal of laser-spewing, rape-happy toys. It's only an hour long, but it's just as ridiculous as that synopsis implies! Check it out along with our custom cocktail and drinking rules! (Thanks to our sponsor Cards Against Humanity as part of the Chicago Podcast Coop!)

Futility Closet
127-Rowing Across the Atlantic

Futility Closet

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 24, 2016 35:29


In 1896 two New Jersey clam diggers made a bold bid for fame: They set out to cross the North Atlantic in a rowboat, a feat that had never been accomplished before. In this week's episode of the Futility Closet podcast we'll follow the adventure of George Harbo and Frank Samuelsen, which one newspaper called "the most remarkable event in the way of ocean navigation that ever transpired." We'll also meet some military mammals and puzzle over a thwarted burglar. Intro: The score for Telemann's Gulliver Suite includes "Lilliputian" and "Brobdingnagian" note values. In 1964 Zambia announced a rather low-tech space program. Sources for our feature on Harbo and Samuelsen: David W. Shaw, Daring the Sea, 1998. William Longyard, A Speck on the Sea, 2003. David W. Shaw, "A Fool's Errand, but a Nautical Landmark," Scandinavian Review 102:1 (Spring 2015), 46-60. "To Row Across the Atlantic," New York World, Feb. 13, 1896, 16. "To Cross Ocean in Rowboat," New York Herald, June 6, 1896, 7. The log of the Fox. "Over the Sea With Oars," New York World, Aug. 2, 1896, 10. "The Fox Arrives at Havre," Daily Telegraph, Aug 7, 1896. "They Rowed to Havre," National Police Gazette, Aug. 22, 1896. "The Following Is Worth Reading," National Police Gazette, Sept. 12, 1896. "Harbo and Samuelson and the Tiny Boat in Which They Rowed Across the Atlantic," New York Herald, March 21, 1897, 2. Andy Philpott and Geoff Leyland, "Rowing to Barbados," OR/MS Today, April 2006. Thao Hua, "Manager Backs Atlantic Crossing," Pensions & Investments 36:12 (June 9, 2008), 8. BBC News, "Artemis Rowing Crew Smashes Transatlantic Record," July 31, 2010. Listener mail: Yuko, Cher Ami, 2016. Leah Tams, "How Did Animals (Even Slugs) Serve in World War I?", National Museum of American History, Nov. 14, 2014. Jessica Talarico, "15 Animals That Went to War," Imperial War Museums (accessed Oct. 22, 2016). History.com, "War Animals From Horses to Glowworms: 7 Incredible Facts," Dec. 22, 2011. Nick Tarver, "World War One: The Circus Animals That Helped Britain," BBC News, Nov. 11, 2013. U.S. Navy Marine Mammal Program (accessed Oct. 22, 2016). Mark Strauss, "These Are the Brave and Fluffy Cats Who Served in World War I," io9, Aug. 22, 2014. This week's lateral thinking puzzle was contributed by listener Tommy Honton, who sent this corroborating link (warning -- this spoils the puzzle). You can listen using the player above, download this episode directly, or subscribe on iTunes or Google Play Music or via the RSS feed at http://feedpress.me/futilitycloset. Please consider becoming a patron of Futility Closet -- on our Patreon page you can pledge any amount per episode, and we've set up some rewards to help thank you for your support. You can also make a one-time donation on the Support Us page of the Futility Closet website. Many thanks to Doug Ross for the music in this episode. If you have any questions or comments you can reach us at podcast@futilitycloset.com. Thanks for listening!

Evangelion: A Commentary
Lilliputian Hitcher

Evangelion: A Commentary

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 16, 2016 34:38


Neon Genesis Evangelion: A Commentary is a commentary style podcast examining the 1995 anime series Neon Genesis Evangelion. Episode 13 is just bursting with technological babble and scientific theory regarding bio-technology. The three Magi are compromised as the eleventh Angel Iruel attempts to break into the supercomputer and self-destruct. However, Dr. Akagi is there to save the day and in the end, we find out a little bit about her mother, Naoko Akagi. Topics for this episode: A rundown on the episode that features some background on Ritsuko and her battle against the smallest Angel, Iruel A super scary jounrey into the inner workings of the Magi supercomputer A pitiful attempt to analyze the series' use of biological nomenclature A musical spotlight on Shiro Sagisu's Harbinger of Tragedy, a piece that is more of a cacophonous assault than a musical selection Thank you for downloading and listening. Feel free to reach out on twitter and instagram @intheseaofdirac. You can email the show at intheseaofdirac@gmail.com and you can find the show on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/intheseaofdirac. #evangelion #psychology #anime #podcast #podernfamily

Brobdingnagian Bards Podcast
Drive to Dragon Con 2015, Brainstorming a Podcast

Brobdingnagian Bards Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 6, 2015 30:12


Here’s our improvised podcast while driving to DragonCon 2015! The first question that raises it’s head is “What is the purpose of a podcast?” In the past, we’ve done brainstorming, as well as just chatting about what’s going on with our lives. A behind-the-scenes tour, if you will – or a self-covering band! So how do you create a podcast for a band that only meets once or twice a year? Do we just go for the general chatting about life and work, or do we go for something completely off-the-wall? We don’t have much time together, so outrageous skits and dashing fight scenes aren’t really options… But these options of chatting about TV and our lives are all boring… a good setup is usually starting off with news, followed by an intro, and then the meat of the podcast. Informing, entertaining, evergreen. Crazy idea – we could do skits, but ask our audience to send in suggestions of what they’d like to see! Improv, parodies, rambling, actual dialogue, commentary – who knows! Or we could just start classifying everything either Lilliputian or Brobdingnagian. Basically, the moral of the story, this podcast is about us podcasting and the purpose of our podcasts.      

The Young Gaffers | An irreverent look at The Beautiful Game

Wherein Our Heroes deliberate on dense MLS defending, John Terry's Lilliputian shin pads, and how you can book outings with Jermain Defoe's family. Also, Serge gnabs the illustrious Haircut of the Week.  Music by: Bear Mountain - http://music.mybearmountain.com

Derailed Trains of Thought
Episode 23 - Lilliputian Plots

Derailed Trains of Thought

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 17, 2011 52:28


To be brief, this episode features Nick and Tim pondering the task of telling a short story. How do you break a story down to essentials? They also perform live brainstorming. Listen in. Show Notes

Bible in the News
The Leadership of Europe

Bible in the News

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 30, 2011 9:00


This week's Economist cover depicts a black hole with the wording, "Until politicians actually do something about the world economy... be afraid." The cover article begins: "Unless politicians act more boldly, the world economy will keep heading towards a black hole. In dark days, people naturally seek glimmers of hope. But those hopes are likely to fade, for three reasons..." According to the article one of the big problems are the leaders of the Eurozone, it says: "Most of the blame for this should be heaped on the leaders of the euro zone, still the biggest immediate danger." The leadership is "lacking conviction and courage." The article concludes, ""At a time of enormous problems, the politicians seem Lilliputian. That’s the real reason to be afraid."

My Baby Monsters: kids stories, children music, children's books, kid art, & fun storytelling - old time radio movie - podcas
[My Baby Monsters: new children stories and kids books :: season 2] G is for Giraffes and the Greatest Gulliver's Travels (a classic book - wild alphabet animal story - podcast)

My Baby Monsters: kids stories, children music, children's books, kid art, & fun storytelling - old time radio movie - podcas

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 15, 2007 42:48


Once upon a time there was a swift little giant named Gulliver who like to travel to faraway lands. Sometimes he was bigger then a giraffe -- but other times, this giant was smaller then a mouse. Once, Gulliver was even a horse's pet. Want to learn more about Gulliver and his travels? Then make sure you listen to this G-episode of the World's Greatest children's storytelling -- wild animal -- alphabet podcast. It's a retelling of Jonathan Swift's classic children's book, Gulliver's Travels... mashed-up with the world's greatest Lilliputian storytelling giraffe games and music. WATCH Kids' Podcast with children's art (m4a) HEAR audio version (mp3) Children's stories and music featured in this podcast: You are a Giraffe? [storytelling game for animals] In Gulliver's travels, he meets Baby Monster Mom with a plug in her hands [classic children's storytelling game] The World's Greatest Gorillas dance to the jungle beat of this children's song The World's Greatest Garbage Truck makes a stinky children's song The World's Greatest Green Beans make magical stories Who is the World's Greatest Goldfish [a non-Seuss-ical story] The World's Greatest Gingerbread Man got no rhythm The World's Greatest Great Great Dane loves to play with words Who is the World's Greatest Grandfather? Will the World's Greatest Grizzly Bear please stand up See the world in a new way with the World's Greatest Glasses The magic of great, Great Britain [Harry Potter and the Mythical Lorné-bear] The World's Greatest Glue Ghoul makes a short and not-sweet story In Gulliver's travels, he meets Lying King in a swimming pool [Daddy's classic children's story] Am I Awake? [great song by special guest artists, They Might Be Giants] Life on Other Planets [classic children's story with new additions from kids around the world] Children's art featured in this podcast: G is for GIRAFFES, as in... Good Morning giraffe, you're grande latte tall. You drink there above us, we drink up below. G is for Giraffes (and Good Morning Sunshine): CHILDREN'S BOOK PREVIEW [from Wild Alphabet Stories (fun tails for kids and other wild animals)... kids' song is a coffee parody of the song, Good Morning Starshine, from the 1960s musical and movie Hair. ALL CHILDREN'S ART from children's book, Wild Alphabet Stories (fun tails for kids and other wild animals) is available at the Children's Art Mon-STORE. Learn more about this new children's book. Be sure to get your FREE G is for GIRAFFES (and Good Morning) COLORING PAGE Educational resources for parents and educators! Help KIDS' LEARN MORE about the classic children's book Gulliver's Travels by Jonathan Swift, as well as all about Giraffes and the guest artists in this episode. Have fun, -- Josie (and dad) Like our show and have your own podcast? Help others discover it by sharing the My Baby Monsters Children's Storytelling Podcast (promo)