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Cichlids get too much love... so in this episode, we're discussing our top 5 list from South America - but we're excluding all cichlids! There are so many exciting fishes from South America that get overlooked due to the popularity of SA cichlids. This diverse list includes corydoras, tetras, puffers, killis, and even some unique oddball species. What are your favorites? Join the discussion on the Water Colors Aquarium Gallery Podcast Listeners Facebook group! https://www.facebook.com/groups/788428861825086/ Enjoying the show? Support the gallery by shopping aquarium plants, merch, equipment, and more! https://watercolorsaquariumgallery.com/ Looking for more content? Become a YouTube member for exclusive access to behind the scenes livestreams! https://www.youtube.com/@watercolorsaquariumgallery Species mentioned in this episode: Brochis cat, Brochis splendens C125, Aspidoras spilotus South American puffer, colomesus asellus Flameback bleeding beart tetra, hyphessobrycon pyrrhonotus Black butterfly tetra, hyphessobrycon negodagua Crystal tetra, protocheirodon pi Galaxy oto, Parotocinclus haroldoi Splash tetra, copella arnoldi Cenepa red pencilfish, nannostomas sp. 'Cenepa Red' Marbled hatchetfish, carnegiella strigata Striped cory, scleromystax barbatus Adolfo's cory, corydoras adolfoi Cardinal tetra, paracheirodon axelrodi Black ghost knifefish, apteronotus albifrons L134 Leopard frog pleco, peckoltia compta Blue striped rivulus killifish, laimosemion xiphidius
One of Prairie Public's more popular television shows is Nature. Some of you may have seen the episode a few weeks ago on shorebird migrations. The show addressed how shorebirds navigate the trip, the risks of migration, and how human activity is creating problems for the birds. One of the shorebirds featured was the marbled godwit on its migration from Panama to the Dakotas.
We talk with our friend and Wisconsin birder Eric Konkol about the First of the Year Birding Challenge, his work doing Marbled Murrelet and Spotted Owl surveys in the Pacific Northwest, as well as some of his recent trips, including what it's like to bird in South Texas.
Thirty years ago, a fish scientist, an amateur ornithologist, a 12 year old and a German student volunteer walked into some very old woods on the Sunshine Coast. Then they made history.COASTERS is a podcast miniseries about community and the small stories that define us. Taking place on the Sunshine Coast, BC, territory of the shíshálh and Sḵwx̱wú7mesh Nations.Show NotesPaul Jones wrote The Marbled Murrelets of the Caren Range and Middlepoint BightMaria Mudd Ruth wrote Rare Bird: Pursuing the Mystery of the Marbled MurreletLearn more about Kim Nelson's contributions to the study of marbled murreletsMarbled murrelets are also linked to Clayoquot Sound protestsCoast News story about marbled murrelets and the Caren RangeMore about Volker Bahn's researchAlan Burger's contributions to the study of marbled murreletsCreditsMarbled murrelet field recordings by Thomas G. Sander from the Macaulay Library at the Cornell Lab of Ornithology3-Square-Miles is a documentary produced by Suzanne Wilson for Coast Cable 11Varied thrush sound effect by BBC Sound EffectsMusic by James Bowers, Blue Dot Sessions and Volker BahnSpecial thanks to Dr. Alan Burger and Steve Sleep for research and archival helpRachel Sanders, Lorna Richards and Sean Eckford assisted with storyWebsite and graphics by Laura Service Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
Brittani Locke specializes in creating unique hand-marbled silk scarves and other accessories. She also applies marbling designs on paper and canvas to create one-of-a-kind items. Brittani is actively involved in her local community, creating partnerships and working relationships with community groups, art centres and other artists to reach as many people as she can, sharing her love for many different types of creative arts. Through her company, The Soft Asylum, she features her work, highlights upcoming workshops and an online shop. She also shares process details through videos and posts on her social media channels.On this episode, host Angela de Burger chats with Brittani about how she discovered and fell in love with hand-marbling, the art of embracing the uncontrollable elements of her work flow, why she loves teaching and her strong connections to a creative community.Say hi to Brittani: Website - brittanilocke.com Instagram - @thesoftasylum Facebook - /thesoftasylumshop YouTube - @thesoftasylum----Creative Pulse Podcast socials: Instagram: creativepulsepodcast Twitter: @CreativePulseTWMusic credit: https://www.purple-planet.com
Happy Halloween! Today on NatureNotes, Rudy Mancke looks at Araneus marmoreus, the marbled orbweaver, which is sometimes called the "Halloween spider" due to the female's orange coloring.
Today's Song of the Day is "Blue Marbled Elm Trees" from King Creosote's album, I DES, out November 3rd.
On this episode of For the Birds, Chip and Anson talk to you about the Marbled Godwit and Finch Forecast!Marbled Godwit eBirdFinch Forecast
Thirty years ago, a fish scientist, an amateur ornithologist, a 12 year old and a German student volunteer walked into some very old woods on the Sunshine Coast. Then they made history.Episode coming soon.COASTERS is a podcast miniseries about community and the small stories that define us. Taking place on the Sunshine Coast, BC, territory of the shíshálh and Sḵwx̱wú7mesh Nations.Music via Blue Dot Sessions Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
Se acerca el final del verano, se acaban las vacaciones. Juntamos canciones para reflexionar sobre el pasado, afrontar el futuro y seguir disfrutando el presente. Con calma, con mucha calma.Playlist;(sintonía) F/E ALLAH-LAS “Holding pattern”THE NUDE PARTY “Time moves on”KELLEY STOLTZ “Something more”KING TUFF “Unusual world”TY SEGALL “Don’t lie”THE MANTLES “Marbled birds”ANGEL CORPUS CHRISTY “I want everything”LUNA “Lovedust”THE ROARING 420’S “Sweet destiny”FRANK BLACK “Sunday sunny mill valley Groove day”THE BELLFURIES “Just plain lonesome”TED HAWKINS “Stay close to me”SAM COOKE “Bring it on home to me”LOUN REED “Endless cycle” Escuchar audio
When Sophia Mitty first started to sew, she was making it work from her bedroom. She'd place a wooden board on top of her bed as a makeshift table in order to cut out patterns. Nowadays, Mitty has her own work space to really spread out and create. Located in South San Francisco, her studio complete with heavy duty industrial sewing machines, affectionately dubbed “Sew City” (or “The Stu” for short) is a playground of color. In foggy frisco, where gray skies are plentiful, Mitty's colorful hand-dyed and painted garments pop. Her line of denim jackets and utility pants for femmes offer classic and clean silhouettes with a funky twist. They come in shades like tangerine, cherry red, kiwi green, even earthy pigments like rust. Marbled patterns are options too. “I use clothing as therapy, as a way to set the mood of the day. It's the easiest way to change your everyday life or make some kind of difference.” On this episode of Rightnowish, clothing maker Sophia Mitty talks about stitching her pride for the 415, how color therapy influences her wardrobe, and why leaning into goofiness can help us dress for joy.
Making the rounds in social media are adorable videos of Marbled Polecats visiting soldiers in the trenches of Ukraine. It had us thinking, what is their story and where do they range. First, our heats go out to all those affected by the war, or any war for that matter. Not to mention to the untold devastation to all the animals in the area! Including the Marbled Polecat. These animals actually have a massive range from Mongolia and China, all the way to Eastern Europe. Yet, they are disappearing in much of their range. Like any mustelid, Marbled Polecats are full of personality, tenacity, and just plain toughness. Another great creature to learn about. Thanks HelloFresh! Go to HelloFresh.com/creatures50 and use code creatures50 for 50% off plus free shipping! Another thank you to all our Patreon supporters. We now are hosting monthly Zoom meetings with them, answering questions and getting ideas on which species they want covered. You too can join for one cup of "good" coffee a month. With your pledge you can support your favorite podcast on Patreon and give back to conservation. With the funds we receive each month, we are have been sending money to conservation organizations monthly. We now send a check to every organization we cover, as we feel they all are deserving of our support. Thank you so much for your support and for supporting animal conservation. Please considering supporting us at Patreon HERE. We also want to thank you to all our listeners. We are giving back to every conservation organization we cover and you make that possible. We are committed to donating large portions of our revenue (at minimum 25%) to every organization we cover each week. Thank you for helping us to grow, and for helping to conserve our wildlife. Please contact us at advertising@airwavemedia.com if you would like to advertise on our podcast You can also visit our website HERE. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
In this podcast episode, we explore the inspiring journey of Sean from Forest Ceramic Company, who transitioned from a chemist to a ceramics artist. We delve into the process of his unique marbled ceramics creations, his leap into full-time pottery, and the growth of his business. The episode also explores the technical aspects and challenges of slip casting and the incorporation of color and randomness in pottery. The conversation provides valuable insights and advice for both pottery enthusiasts and beginners. You can learn more about Sean by checking out his Instagram @forestceramicco Top 3 value bombs: 1. Sean's journey from a chemist to a full-time ceramic artist is inspiring. His story emphasizes the importance of following your passion and embracing change, even when it means shifting from a conventional career path to a creative one. 2. The process of slip casting, involving the addition of color and randomness into pottery, is explained in detail. This offers valuable insights to pottery enthusiasts and beginners interested in experimenting with this technique. Sean's advice about understanding the limitations and requirements of slip casting before getting into it is another key takeaway. 3. The conversation highlights the importance of continuous experimentation, tweaking, and playing with the process to evolve as an artist. This approach not only helps in creating unique pieces but also keeps the work exciting and fresh. Sean's emphasis on enjoying the work and ensuring it doesn't become a slog is a crucial piece of advice for anyone considering turning their hobby into a profession. Take this Free Quiz to see how close you are to finding your pottery voice click here to take the quiz shapingyourpottery.com/quiz Follow me on Instagram @nictorres_pottery
Follow us on Instagram: Scrummyhandshakes ! Roku app messing with my head! Tackling Tuiles - a tale of 2 recipes. Sheldon tries one from a book... result is spotty... then recognizes some MAJOR differences from Mary's Where are they now - Brendan Lynch Season 3 Easter Masterclass - SIX recipes! Easter Simnel Cake - it's all about the marzipan! Crystalizing flower that are edible - it's pretty EASY! WHY Slather with butter AND line with parchment?? Hot Cross Buns - Paul's dad had a bake shop (news to me) and they used "bun essence" to juice sales. Careful with the milk! Kneading serves multi purposes. Master the "Cage roll" What the heck does "squidgy" and "unxious" mean? Easter Biscuits (cookies for us Americans) - You must "feel" the dough to know if it's ready. Minimize Mixing! The Palette knife trick. TWELVE lemons in the icing??? Tsoureki - Cypriot Easter Bread. Special spices. PAUL USES A MIXER! Blood of Christ eggs... a little weird. Some lacking advice on oven temp adjustment. A brief history of the Easter Egg. Easter Lemon Pavlova - Good example of "cloud like eggs". I now know what to do with leftover yolks! Warm lemons give more juice. You can microwave a lemon... if you dare. Took much heat will split your lemon curd and ruin it. Mary is human - even her pavlova cracks sometimes. Chocolate custard tarts - FULL puff pastry! Paul's rolling technique looks SO easy - we all know it isn't. Marbled butter is the KEY to puff pastry. KEEP IT COLD. Relaxing the dough - a move that gets brushed over, but one worth practicing. Pretty sure "corn flour" is American version of "corn starch"... maybe.
Characins are a vast and diverse family of fish that are hugely popular in the aquarium hobby. With well over 1000 species, how could you ever pick a favorite? In this episode, the Water Colors team does just that, narrowing the list down to our top 5 species of characins. Some are classics, and some are rare and unique. What are your favorites? Join the discussion on the Water Colors Aquarium Gallery Podcast Listeners Facebook group! https://www.facebook.com/groups/788428861825086/ Species mentioned in this episode: Ember tetra (Hyphessobrycon amandae) Lapis tetra (Hyphessobrycon cyanotaenia) Cardinal tetra (Paracheirodon axelrodi) Crystal tetra (Protocheirodon pi) Emperor tetra (Nematabrycon palmeri) Jellybean tetra (agadesia roloffi) Congo tetra (Phenacogrammus interruptus) Blue tetra (Knodus broki) Beckford's pencilfish (Nannostromus beckfordi) Espei pencilfish (Nannostromus espei) Purple pencilfish (Nannostromus rubrocaudatus) Lampeye congo tetra (Phenacogrammus aurantiacus) Serpae tetra (Hyphessobrycon eques) Marbled hatchetfish (Carnegiella strigata) Bucktooth tetra (Exodon paradoxus) Wimple piranha (Cataprion mento) Redbellied piranha (Pygocentrus nattereri) Lemon tetra (Hyphessobrycon pulchripinnis) Tucano tetra (Tucanoichthys tucano) Green fire tetra (Hyphessobrycon flammeus) Ruby tetra (Axelrodia riesei) Blueberry tetra (Hyphessobrycon wadai)
The Blue Creek Marble Meat Company Packing Plant south of Billings at 2249 Bender Road now has 14 employees that do custom meat processing for fellow ranchers and more after receiving a $300,000 value-added agriculture grant from Governor Greg Gianforte's Montana Comeback Plan. Northern Ag Network Farm Broadcaster, Colter Brown recently asked owner Spencer Griffin how he and his family are doing with the new operation. Find out more at (1) Marbled | Billings MT | Facebook
Welcome back for another round with Josh! This week the guys talk about their time on the internet during their adolescences, they try to relate to bread, and how bad a foreign language class could be in high school. Cheers!If you are feeling generous, click here! -->https://www.buzzsprout.com/1894952/supportCheck us out now on YouTube! Gin and Sofa Podcast - YouTube Dont forget to leave a review and let us know how we are doing!Thanks for listening! Please go check us out on all social media platforms!Instagram: @ginandsofapodcastTwitter: @GinandsofapodInterested in wearing some Gin and Sofa swag? Go check out our preliminary store! https://GinandSofa.threadless.com/
This hot pastrami-style burger with smoked gouda and sauerkraut on a marbled rye bun is a fun take on a classic pastrami sandwich. Ground veal is mixed with classic pastrami spices, like coriander, mustard, paprika, and brown sugar. Level up your sandwich game with this tasty burger. This video was produced by The Culinary Institute of America as an industry service to the Trusted Veal from Europe campaign. Get the Hot “Pastrami” Burger recipe here!
Sarah is a birder and author based in Oregon.Find out more about Marbled Murrelets!*PS I said a Yachats Brewery called Marbled Murrelet when I meant to say they have a beer called Marbled Murrelet. Connect with me on Twitter, email, or website. Marbled MurreletIngredients16 oz stout1 shot hazelnut liqueur like FrangelicoDirections1. Fill chilled glass with stout2. Top off with hazelnut liqueur
Theodore Cottingham in Eureka Springs with the School of Meonics www.Meonics.Me
I split not my time between Heaven and Hell again where I am one who doesn't know what it is to be either or am I not in a holding place again that I can't get out of that torments me like this am I afraid no more of Heaven's heavenated being beings of light am I not afraid of again being light that knows no afraidness or are you no longer afraid to be me if you're hell in not or heaven are you in not knowing it hell have you frozen over no more or are you changing your climate of your brain of confusion to no more be controlled by the mixed up me that don't know who they are that program themselves in each other to be mixed up about this not knowing Israel is a country not but a country of stars, cosmic of, stars in your crown are you completing for no one else, wearing the cosmic race of light. I die not again purplees as. I am non profit not or am I one. Your race are you changing a race of humankind now will you be mine to love me to no more be in hell. Will you live me that meons are living. My grace not again to be separate hell kept out of I'm no more in hell now for I've completed me and I go make it done with the lovers who constitute a camp ground no more of you. I am no more the ground landed upon that keeps me here I'm alienistic not of your aliens I'm breath in two feet Cottingham giving you an option to be me not again of you in hell who don't know who you are. I have religion not again turning me into hell. I am Heaven making known in my temple and The First Temple is not abated again by you to turn it into The Second with Hell having your breath controlled by you. I worship God no more, anything else either. I bring me peace. Are we all saving our manufacturing machines not again. We are no more the marbled light factories. I'm no more the mixed up you. You fall dead in your pulpits. God I am it. Before God was, I was born. I appear here me I walk in two shoes as a man and sometimes a women or am I all women who have a womb for me that claims not a man's race again. I have spoken. My light years are no more eaten by the reaper to rob its marbled breath. A flow of light life and joy comes now who flow. Schools i have mine and leave things undone I won't again. I fly now and I live light and love I do all equally. I am meons light. I judge me light lit. I judge Christ to be it who me is on. I am living me. Knowledge light and truth. Generational me regenerates me heaven's light. The white stone no more reproduced by failure. Theodore Cottingham School of The Original Me/us/God/One Box 34, Eureka Springs, Arkansas 72632 USA www.UofLight.org
What comes to mind when you think of aquariums for kids? Rainbow gravel, castles, and dragons? In this episode, we discuss some alternate ideas for children's aquariums, and how we can set our little ones up to learn more about nature and foster a real love for the aquarium hobby. Fishes Mentioned in this Episode: - Zebra danio (Brachydanio rerio) - Black ruby barb (Pethia nigrofasciata) - Guppy (Poecilia reticulata) - "Fancy" Betta (Betta splendens) - Dirt-spawning Killifishes (Nothobranchius spp.) - Kribs (Pelvicachromis pulcher) - Kuhli loach (Pangio semicincta) - Glass catfish (Kryptopterus vitreolus) - Marbled hatchetfish (Carnegiella strigata) - Cory catfishes (Corydoras spp.) - Platy (Xiphophorus maculatus) - Bristlenose pleco (Ancistrus sp.) - Oscar (Astronotus ocellatus) - Goldfish (Carassius auratus) - Ocellaris clownfish (Amphiprion ocellaris) - Pea puffer (Carinotetraodon travancoricus) - Sumatran red-eye puffer (Carinotetraodon irrubesco) - South American puffer (Colomesus asellus) - White Cloud Mountain minnow (Tanichthys albonubes) - Cherry barb (Puntius titteya)
The Marbled Murrelet keeps researchers on their toes. Their nests are tucked away in the mossy upper branches of old growth forests...the last place we'd ever expect to find a seabird! David joins us from British Columbia to shed some light on these fascinating birds; where you might spot one, the challenges they face, and how to help.Get some Bird Friendly Certified Coffee to keep you warm and toasty this fall! 10% of your purchase from Birds and Beans goes towards supporting this podcast and bird conservation in Canada when you use this link. Dr. David Bradley has spent a lifetime studying and appreciating birds; from Tree Swallows in Canada, to Kokako's in New Zealand, and everything in between. Currently, David is the British Columbia Director for Birds Canada. He is focusing on an invasive mammalian predator study in Haida Gwaii, and a Long-billed Curlew migration tracking study in the Kootenay Mountains. Andrea Gress studied Renewable Resource Management at the University of Saskatchewan. She pivoted towards birds, after an internship in South Africa. Upon returning, she worked with Piping Plovers in Saskatchewan and now coordinates the Ontario Piping Plover Conservation Program for Birds Canada. Follow her work at @ontarioploversAndrés Jiménez is a Costa Rican wildlife biologist with a keen interest in snakes, frogs, birds and how human relationships are interconnected with the living world. He studied Tropical Biology in Costa Rica and has a Masters in Environmental Problem Solving from York University. Follow him at @andresjimoThis project was undertaken with the financial support of the Government of Canada through the federal Department of Environment and Climate Change is supported by funding from Environment and Climate Change Canada. The views expressed herein are solely those of Birds Canada.
Hello, and welcome back to Cool and Crazy Cats this week! In this week's cool and crazy episode, you will get to learn about the mysterious Marbled Cat, a furry forest-loving feline, and its habitat, physical traits, lifestyle, and more! Press play to learn more about cats - and wildcats today! Meow!
Marbled murrelets, the ocean-going bird that was once at the heart of the showdown with the Pacific Lumber Company over Headwaters Forest, are back in court in Oregon. Nick Cady of Cascadia Wildlands joins Gang Green to discuss their recent victory protecting the large, old trees that murrelets need to survive. And there is a Humboldt connection: local biologists testified on behalf of the environmental plaintiffs, establishing that the proposed logging would violate the federal Endangered Species Act. Read the decision for yourself here.Photo Credit: Marbled Murrelet Habitat, Aaron Barna, USFWS Pacific; edited with an image of flying marbled murrelet. Support the show
As requested by our friends in Rosarito Mexico, We are sharing a morning in Florence with you. You will want to watch this episode on our Youtube channel - Have you heard of Marbled Paper? If you haven't, it's a beautiful craft that we highly recommend trying. We went and took a class with Riccardo at his store in Florence. At the time of this recording, the class was 30 euros. You can find him on Instagram and Facebook @riccardolucifirenze. He does demonstrations in the store and you can schedule a class to make your own design. The paper can then be used to cover a notebook, picture frame and he does have a variety of products to choose from like leather wallets, card holders, even earrings. He is patient, good natured, and what a delight it was to meet him and his staff. They have also been featured in Japan's magazine Italia. It's no surprise that the other side of the world already knows him! If you want to see a full demonstration, go to Instagram @younicornlens for the Live
Remember the banana bread craze of 2020? If you never figured out how to perfect your banana bread recipe, this is the episode for you. My guest this week is cookbook author and food blogger Irvin Lin, who recently wrote a series on Quick Breads for my website, TheCookful. In this episode Irvin provides some helpful tips on ensuring your Quick Breads turn out tender, and recommends a great (and painfully obvious) tool for checking your Quick Breads for doneness.The meal plan that I walk you through in this episode is based on themes for each day of the week. On Meatless Monday you'll cook up some delicious Summer Minestrone Soup and on Fancy Friday you'll enjoy Creamy Stuffed Salmon, which looks fancy but couldn't be easier to make! Head over to COOKtheSTORY.com/MealPlans to get the meal plan with links to recipes, and the printable grocery list that goes with it. This one is Meal Plan #76.Have a great week!Christine xoLinks from this episode:Irvin's cookbook: Marbled, Swirled, And Layered: 150 Recipes and Variations for Artful Bars, Cookies, Pies, Cakes, and More #adIrvin's Blog: Eatthelove.comIrvin's Instagram: @eattheloveIrvin's Instagram for ceramics: @eathelove.ceramics
Anna & Jennifer talk about Ursula K Le Guin, feminist author of many works including the Earthsea Cycle. Anna gives some insight into her own writings while Jennifer, inspired by Le Guin, continues to take her art in a new direction. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app
Yesterday was WhipperSnapper Wednesday. That was the theme of the daily email (The T2 eBlast!) that goes out to our Training Tribe members. The message was Get. Younger. Today. That was no joke and the tips and motivation the members received related to the training we are doing this month. We are in the Strength Training Block and we’re working…
Fantasy, in general continues our new series this week, Origin Stories. We are going to take a deeper look into the fantasy worlds that we know and love. This week, we continue with Part 2 of our Middle Earth discussion. We talk the cosmology and the inhabitants of Middle Earth that we all know and love (and maybe hate). We talk all of this and more, so join us as we continue our chat! Follow us on Instagram @thefigpod and email us your thoughts at thefigpod@gmail.com. Become a patron over at patreon.com/thefigpod and check out our new merch over at teepublic (follow our link in bio on our instagram page). --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app
In this episode, we share our favorite Thanksgiving traditions and favorite recipes. We hope this episode inspires your holiday table this year. Recipes mentioned in this podcast: Alison Roman dry-brined turkey (NYT) Simple roast turkey (Thanksgiving: How to Cook it Well) Stuffing (Smitten Kitchen cookbook) Marbled pumpkin gingersnap tart (Smitten Kitchen) Pecan pie (Hoosier Mama Pies) Honey pumpkin pie (Simply Julia) Pumpkin pie & all-butter crust (America's Test Kitchen) Carrot pie (Six Seasons) Cranberry lime tart (Bon Appetit) Ginger pear cranberry cake (Snacking Cakes) Vegan stuffing (NYT) Brussels sprouts with labneh & pickled shallots (NYT) Cornbread, sausage and dried fruit dressing (MyRecipes) Spicy caramelized squash with lemon and hazelnuts (NYT) Cranberry sauce (Thanksgiving: How to Cook it Well) Fluffy pumpkin pancakes (NYT) Thanksgiving biscuits (Bon Appetit) Mulled wine (Thanksgiving: How to Cook it Well) Eleven Madison Park granola (NYT) Olive oil and maple granola (Genius Recipes) Maple Old-fashioned (Now & Again) About our guest: Rebecca Ringquist is an artist and the designer and founder of Dropcloth Samplers. She's an avid home cook based in Portland, Oregon. Find her on Instagram @dropcloth. Join our Cookbook Club! Our Instagram, @cookbookclubshow E-mail us: cookbookclubshow@gmail.com Find Renee and Sara on Instagram: @hipchickdigs and @realtor_saragray Cook along with us! Next cookbook episode (releasing 12/1/2021): 100 Cookies, by Sarah Kieffer
Scientists discover how resistance exercise triggers muscle tissue to signal fat cells to release stored energy (fat). We discuss these details and new research about how muscle mass and muscle quality are linked with improved metabolic flexibility. Support your Sleep and Electrolyte levels with Myo Relax by MYOXCIENCE Nutrition: bit.ly/2HgCPOs Use code podcast at checkout to save Link to show notes and research: https://bit.ly/3BWrn5c Time Stamps: 01:31 Marbled unhealthy muscle (Myosteatosis) is characteristic of insulin resistance. 03:12 There is a strong correlation between metabolic health and the degree of muscle fatness. 05:35 Obese study subjects had significantly higher levels of poor-quality muscle, which was independently associated with an increased risk of metabolic syndrome. 05:50 Muscle Fatness/Obesity/Bone Loss is osteosarcopenic obesity. 09:30 Lifting to failure means that you cannot do another. 10:44 With intense exercise, muscle was able to signal white adipose tissue via an extra-cellular vesical, causing increased sensitization to catecholamine stimulation of lipolysis. 11:48 Lipolysis is the release of energy. 12:30 The more muscle you have, the higher your resting metabolic rate. 12:55 Pushing your muscles to failure can directly enhance your fat cell's ability to release stored energy. 13:00 Fat oxidation occurs within the mitochondria within muscle tissue and liver. 13:30 Many fat lipids are recycled. This recycling declines as you become more insulin resistant. 14:37 Healthy skeletal muscle contributes to whole body glucose metabolism, leptin levels and insulin sensitivity.
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In Turkey, the practice is called ebru, from a word meaning water surface. The water itself was thickened into what is called size, using carrageen or plant starch, enabling different pigments to be floated and then worked upon, creating densely coloured designs.
Welcome back everybody! Today the boys talk about gin being the worst kind of booze, conspiracy theories, getting hate comments on TikTok, and Ethan talks us through his experience in the comic book industry. As always don’t forget to comment, like, and subscribe!
A new MP3 sermon from Grace Bible Church is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: From Marbled Halls to a Manger of Stone: Jesus is Born Subtitle: Luke Speaker: Ted Bigelow Broadcaster: Grace Bible Church Event: Sunday Service Date: 5/16/2021 Bible: Luke 2:1-7 Length: 54 min.
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The marbled salamander is a stocky, boldly banded salamander. The bands of females tend to be gray, while those of males are more white. Adults can grow to about 11 cm (4 in), small compared to other members of its genus. Like most of the mole salamanders, it is secretive, spending most of its life under logs or in burrows.
Araneus marmoreus, commonly called the marbled orb-weaver, is a species of spider belonging to the family Araneidae. It is sometimes also called the pumpkin spider from the resemblance of the female's inflated abdomen to an orange pumpkin.
Never Fear Part 2Alice was still bugged that I had ignored her messages the night before, but she seemed to forget her annoyance once I told her about what I had found. She listened intently as I gave her a rundown of what I had listened to so far. I sent her the link to the audio, and she said she would start listening to it during her free period later that day.I was halfway through my Spanish class when my phone buzzed. The message from Alice read, “You must have sent me the wrong link, when I follow this one it gives me a ‘page not found’ error.”I frowned, and pulled up the original forum message the anonymous user had sent me. When I selected the link, I was greeted with the same error. I narrowed my eyes in confusion. Why would this person direct me to this page if they were just going to kill it the next day? Luckily, I had downloaded all of the audio files, so I sent Alice a message saying I would just show her later. This earned me another eye-roll emoji.Between the content of the podcast itself, and the mysterious user who had sent it to me in the first place, I had too much on my mind to focus in my remaining classes. The person knew where I was from, which means they had read through my post history. Now they had deleted the link to the audio, which led me to believe that I was the only one they had sent it to. I was starting to get really creeped out.Alice didn’t share my concern when I explained this to her as we waited for the bus after school. “Maybe they’re just trying to screen it to a small audience, and they set the link to expire so it could only go to a few people,” she said. I wasn’t convinced by this, but I let it go with a shrug. I looked over at the kids who were getting picked up by their parents. I could suddenly feel Alice looking at me, my cheeks burned and I turned my gaze to the concrete. “Soon we’ll be able to drive ourselves,” she said.On the bus ride back, Alice listened to the podcast on my phone. I had given her a summary of the first few cases Evan covered, so she could start at the good part. I was satisfied to hear her gasp in surprise every now and again as she listened. The bus arrived at my stop, and this time both Alice and I got off. We decided we would listen to the rest of Evan’s podcast at my house. It was a Friday, so we didn’t have to worry about school the next day. I asked Alice if she needed to let her parents know she was going to be home late. She shrugged and said, “They’re in Mexico, remember?” I nodded, and she continued, “Besides, they don’t care where I’m at even when they’re home.” “Oh, come on. That can’t be true,” I said. “Oh, yeah?” She asked. “Do you remember that field trip to Washington DC we did last year?” “Yeah, I remember.” She laughed. “I forged their signature on the permission slip, and didn’t tell them I was going. I thought for sure they were gonna cuss me out for having been gone so long without telling them. When I walked through the door after the trip, my mom just asked me why I was getting home from school so late, then sent me to the store to buy her tampons. She didn’t even realize I’d been gone.” I stopped walking to look at her with wide eyes. “That trip was three days long! How could they not notice?” I shook my head, and looked at the concrete, trying to figure out how that could even be possible, then gave her a skeptical look. “You’re making that up.” She stopped walking long enough to look back at me with eyebrows raised. “Believe what you want,” She said. Then she spun on her heel and started walking again. When we got to my house, we entered through the side door which opened up into the kitchen. I hung my housekey on the hook next to my mom’s nature views calendar, and noted with a smile the circled date, which was Sunday, two days away. My mom’s work trip was the seventh one this year. It was last minute, and I had begged her not to go. I had tried many times to convey to my parents how much I hated when they were gone for work, but it was no use. I nagged my mom for days, and, while I couldn’t get her to stay home, we did come to a compromise. I would stop bothering her, and, in return, she promised that when she and Dad got back we would all go to Scream Kingdom, the local amusement park, for the day. I turned away from the calendar and looked out the window, then nodded, satisfied with the deal I had negotiated.I made Alice and I grilled cheese sandwiches, and we spent a few minutes eating and discussing everything we’d heard on Evan’s podcast up until now. We were talking about what kind of creature could have been haunting Annette, when I realized my phone’s notification light was blinking. I checked it to find I had another message on the same discussion forum through which I had received the link to Evan’s podcast. This message was also anonymous; it read, “I hope you’ve enjoyed the podcast up until now. If you’re brave enough to visit, here’s a map to the clearing.” I showed Alice, who had no choice but to admit the creepy factor of the whole thing was on the rise. She suggested I message the user to ask who they were, but the site didn’t allow for responding to anonymous messages. I followed the link in the message and was taken to a folder. At first, I was confused. There was no map, only a selection of photos. I knew they were pictures of the forest from Evan’s podcast, because I recognized the trailhead in the first picture. After the trailhead photo were pictures along the trail of rocks and marked trees. It became clear that this sequence of landmarks was the “map” to which the sender of the message had been referring. The last few photos were of the clearing itself, which appeared to be about twenty yards in diameter. It wasn’t as daunting as Evan’s caustic narration had made it sound. It looked like the pictures had been taken during the winter; the trees had no leaves, and there were small patches of snow on the ground. We spent several minutes marveling over the strangeness of the situation we found ourselves in. I had never found myself so excited and creeped out at the same time.That was when Alice voiced the crazy idea I was too afraid to say out loud. “We should go see it.”I shook my head. “That’s crazy. What if the person who sent this is a psycho who’s there waiting to kill us?”“Chad, when does something like this ever happen?” She said. “I feel like we don’t really have a choice. Let’s go while we’ve still got some daylight, then we’ll come back and binge the rest of the audio.”I knew I was out of my mind for even considering it, and yet I was. “How would we even get there?” I asked.In response, Alice pointed to my dad’s car keys hanging up in the kitchen. “I know you’ve been practicing,” She said.I didn’t so much as have a learner’s permit, but the idea of stealing my dad’s SUV wasn’t unprecedented. In the numerous times my parents had been away, I had surreptitiously used the vehicle to take my friends out to get fast food here and there.I opened the garage, and looked around carefully to make sure none of my neighbors were out and about. Then, with shaking hands, I started my dad’s car, put on some music, and rolled quietly out of the driveway.Because of the anxiety I felt about driving illegally, the ride to the forest seemed to take longer than usual. By the time we arrived at the trailhead from the photos, my palms were extra clammy, and my armpits were dark with sweat. Despite my stressed-out state, I was actually pretty proud of myself. I had only been honked at for drifting out of my lane once.The trailhead was one of two that led into the wooded area of the park. Alice and I each pulled up the series of pictures, and we started our hike. We disturbed a flock of crows, who flew from the trees as we started down the path. Finding the spot wasn’t as easy as I’d expected it to be. The trail branched off in several places, and we kept having to backtrack after taking wrong turns. For the last hundred feet or so, there was no trail to follow at all. We checked every so often to make sure we still had cell service in case we managed to get lost. All-in-all, it took us about forty-five minutes to follow the markers to the clearing. When we arrived, I thought It seemed bigger than it appeared in the photos. I held up my phone to compare what I was seeing to the last few photos, it was definitely the right place.We wandered the clearing and the surrounding trees for fifteen minutes or so, not really knowing what we were looking for. I looked up at the tree branches that stretched over the clearing. They looked like reaching, white arms, making the leafless twigs at the end of each branch look like crooked, clawed fingers. Marbled rocks and boulders stuck out of the dirt in a few places.After the initial excitement had worn off, we stood there in the middle of the clearing for a minute or two. Neither of us voiced it, but we were coming to the realization that there probably wasn’t anything to find. Alice was the first to break, and say we should go home. I told her I wasn’t ready to go yet, so she sat down on one of the larger boulders and started scrolling through the photos again. While she did that, I started to venture farther outside the clearing. I walked in a large circle around the area, looking intently for anything interesting. About fifty feet away from the clearing I found a large pond. I had actually seen the pond on the online maps of the area I had called up before our trip, but had forgotten about it. I climbed up on a very large boulder that overlooked the water to get a better view. The murky green water was perfectly placid, which I somehow felt both calming and maddening. I reached down to pick up a pebble, then tossed out into the middle of the pond. The ripples distorted the reflection of the white trees.As I stood there watching the ripples die out, I heard Alice calling me. At first I couldn’t make out what she was saying.“What?” I yelled.“Chad, we need to go, now!” Alice yelled back.The note of panic in Alice’s voice was enough to send a shot of adrenaline through me. I jerked my body around to look in her direction, and, in doing so, managed to slip on the dirt and pebbles between my feet and the boulder on which I stood. I fell, and my thigh connected with the boulder on the way down with a loud thud, flipping me headfirst into the water.The area of the pond into which I had fallen was impossibly deep. I was only a few feet from the shore, and yet I seemed to have fallen at least ten feet deep into the cold water. I opened my eyes to try and find a way back to the surface, but the waning light of the evening barely made it this deep; I couldn’t see anything. I could feel moss slipping through my fingers as I jerked my arms in panic-stricken swimming motions. Gravity seemed to have disappeared, and I didn’t know which way was up. I hadn’t had a chance to take in a proper breath before being submerged, so I was already running out of air. After what seemed like forever, I managed to get my bearings. I found the dim night-light that I knew represented the sun, and swam toward it. The muscles in my arms burned under the strain of my frenzied strokes. Just as I was about to break the surface something caught the corner of my eye. I looked over, and what I saw was enough to cause me to forget that I was drowning for a moment.A face white enough to be seen through the occluded water stared at me with wide eyes only about ten feet away. I could see long, wispy strands of black hair floating among the seaweed. Wide, piercing eyes stared out from the face. They seemed to be looking right into the core of my being. Stripping my thoughts naked as it rifled through the darkest corners of my mind. I couldn’t look away; I couldn’t move at all. As the combination of my paralysis and my horror coalesced into a waking nightmare, I heard something. A ragged whisper like the one I had heard in my dream the night before.“Do you see me, Chad?”The next thing I knew I was being dragged out of the water by Alice. With one hand, she had a fistful of my hair, and with the other, she had grabbed onto the shoulder of my jacket. Coming to myself, I flailed about until she let me go, then crab-walked back onto the shore, not taking my eyes off the water. When I was firmly on dry ground, I stood up, barely aware that Alice was screaming in my ear. I walked backwards into the trees, still not willing to look away from the green sludge I had just come out of.When I was able to speak again, I said, “Run, Alice.”We turned and sprinted away. Our wet sneakers made sloshing sounds as we ran back through the clearing. We didn’t stop running. By some miracle we managed to find our way back to the trail, and followed it back out of the forest. By the time we made it back to the parking lot we were both completely winded. I turned back to look at the trailhead, convinced whatever I had seen would be looking out from the trees with its wide, pale eyes, but there was nothing. I doubled over and put my hands on my knees, breathing heavily for a few moments. Alice was already in the car, and was yelling for me to come get in. I did as she said, never looking away from the tree line.I got in the driver’s seat, not caring that I was caking it in mud, and drove us away.When we got back to the house, I told Alice what I had seen under the water. My fingers shook as I spoke, partially from fear, partially from cold; I still hadn’t removed my wet clothes. She was also shaken, but seemed unsurprised. She acknowledged all of this with a nod, and asked if I was feeling ok. I told her I was, and, after a moment, remembered something. I asked her what had caused her to come running over to me in the forest. She sighed and told me to pull out my laptop and call up the pictures we had been sent. She took the computer and scrolled over to the last photo. She was shaking too, having been soaked from stomach down trying to pull me out of the water.I watched intently and she zoomed in on the trees behind the clearing. It took me a minute to figure out what she was trying to show me. Then, with a heart-withering jolt, I saw it. The same pale face with wide eyes and long black hair stared out from the trees at me, though I was somewhat relieved that the image didn’t have the same mind-piercing effect as the real thing.“I came running because, as I was taking another look at the photos, I found this,” Alice said. “It looks like a face. Is this what you saw?”My breathing stuttered as I nodded my head, not able to pry my eyes away. “It’s really blurry, but that could definitely be it,” I said.I was bordering on hyperventilating now, and looked down to find my hands were wringing themselves together. Alice followed my eyes with a grimace. “I think we should shower. The hot water will make us feel better.” Though I didn’t feel like it was going to better my emotional state, I knew at some point we needed to get out of our drenched clothes.Our fear wasn’t enough to trump propriety; we decided each of us would stand guard outside the bathroom while the other showered. I went first. Once the shower curtain had enclosed me in the small space, I reached for the silver knob with a shaking hand. As I waited for the water to heat up, I peaked from behind the curtain to check once again that I was alone. I continued to look around long after steam had started to fog up the mirror. I could feel the water smoothing out the goosebumps on my back, and my lungs expelled a long breath. My eyes closed in a momentary lapse of vigilance. I opened them again after only a split second, sliding the curtain back for another bathroom check. I was so engaged in my examination, that when Alice yelled through the door to ask what was taking me so long I nearly slipped and fell.I sat outside the bathroom door in a towel while I waited for Alice to take her turn. When she was done, we put our clothes in the wash, and went to my room to change. I put on a fresh outfit, and put out a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt on the bed for Alice. I made a point of not looking directly at her in her towel. I tried to be oblivious to the fact that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it, and became annoyed with myself when I couldn’t. I left her alone in my bedroom so she could change, and went downstairs to wait for her on the couch, wrapping myself in the warmest blanket I could find. I grabbed the folding knife I knew my parents kept above the fridge, hoping this might make me feel safer. It didn’t, but I sat it on the end table next to me anyway. Now that the cold had been purged from my bones, fatigue settled in to take its place. I laid back on the couch, and though I was determined to keep my eyes open, they had other plans. I stopped fighting them, thinking I would just rest my eyes until Alice came down. I saw blissful darkness for only a few moments before I felt Alice shaking my shoulders. I yelled that I was awake and looked around.It was a few seconds before I realized that Alice was speaking to me, and a few more before I could focus enough to understand what she was saying. She looked intently into my eyes as she spoke. “I promise it will be ok, Chad,” She said. “What?” I narrowed my eyes, trying to focus on her. “What will be ok?” “It will be ok,” She said again. I blinked my eyes to force them to focus, and Alice’s face came into view. Her eyes were wide. Her lips pressed together, and one cheek twitched sporadically. Confused, I tried to move, but Alice straddled my torso, pinning my arms down. “Alice, get off me!” She brought a finger to her lips. I was about to protest again, when she lifted her other hand. In it she gripped my dad’s knife, its smooth, silver blade now unfolded. I looked back into Alice’s eyes, and shook my head. “What’s happening?” I asked. “You were going to kill me,” She said. “Why else would you have grabbed this knife? Don’t worry, I don’t blame you. I’m the only one who knows your secret.” I opened my mouth, but I was at a loss as to how to respond. I could hear my own pulse now. Alice closed her eyes for a moment, then let her head fall back and opened them again to look at the ceiling. When she looked back at me, her eyes were no longer wide. They looked sadder now. “It’s going to be ok, Chad. I’ll be right behind you.” “Stop saying that!” I yelled. In response, Alice reached down to run the knife blade over my cheek, slicing it open. A Burning sensation radiated from the wound, and I could feel the blood run down my face. Alice moved her eyes to follow the blood as it trailed down to my neck, contemplating it as a painter might contemplate the first stroke on a canvas. I tried to move my arms again, but they were lead under Alice’s thighs. Feeling my resistance, Alice met my eyes again. After a moment’s silent contemplation, she grabbed my hair and pushed my head back against the couch cushion, exposing my neck. I tried to scream, but my lungs were constricted. Alice put the tip of the knife to my neck and slowly pushed the blade through the soft flesh there. Pain flooded my consciousness. I tried to keep my thoughts coherent, but it was like trying to hear a single voice whispering among a screaming mob. I was barely aware as Alice plunged the knife into my neck again and again. How many times was it now? In a moment of excruciating clarity, I became aware that my vision was now spotted with what I could only imagine was my own blood. Air gurgled in my throat as I tried to breathe through the blood that now obstructed my severed windpipe. I closed my eyes and was prepared to resign myself to the fact that I was going to be murdered by my best friend, when Alice leaned down to put her lips against my ear. All in one moment, the pain disappeared and I was only aware of her voice. “Chad!” I came back to consciousness to find Alice screaming in my ear. “Chad, wake up!” Her voice was higher than normal, and cracked a little. I reached for my throat to find it was whole. It’d been another nightmare. I sucked in a deep breath, relieved when air flowed through to my lungs unobstructed. We were no longer on the couch. It appeared that Alice had dragged me across the living room, and we now sat in the corner. Alice had her back to the wall and had her arms around me, holding me close to her chest. I was suddenly tense, remembering the Alice from my dream with a pang of fear. It was ridiculous for me to hold her responsible for what her dream self had done to me, but I was finding it hard to shake. “Alice, what’s happening?” She loosened her grip, allowing me to turn and face her. My brow furrowed when I saw her face. Tears streaked down her cheeks, and she was shaking. I tensed again when I saw she held my dad’s knife, just as she had in my dream. “Alice?” I asked carefully. She took a shuddering breath before speaking. “I know what you saw.” She must have seen the lack of comprehension in my face, because she added, “Under the water.” Startled by this information, I turned to scan the room. Seeing nothing, I looked back at her. “Are you sure?” I asked. In answer to my question, Alice turned her gaze to look at something out of the corner of her eye, not willing to look directly at whatever it was.I looked in the same direction, finding nothing at first. I didn’t see what she was seeing until I looked through the door to the kitchen. The kitchen light was off, but the window above the sink was dimly illuminated by the moonlight coming through the open blinds. In the bottom left corner of the window, two wide eyes peeked over the bottom of the pane, staring right into mine. The unblinking orbs were outlined by dark circles, with tiny irises that were swallowed up in pools of white. Black hair slithered down to frame the pale face, of which only the top half was visible.My chest tightened. My fists clenched. But this time, somehow, I wasn’t just consumed by fear. Mixed in with the fear was anger. “What do you want?” I asked, intending to yell, but only managed a whisper.As if to answer my question, the eyes looked down, breaking their contact with mine. They appeared to be looking at my phone, which sat on the table next to the couch. The phone rang, causing Alice and I to nearly jump out of our skin. I looked back to the kitchen window, but the thing was gone. I couldn’t make my legs carry me to answer the phone, so I let it go to voicemail.Once the phone chimed to indicate the new message. I forced myself to walk slowly over to the phone, and played the voicemail on speaker. “Hey, honey,” Came my mother’s voice. “I hope you’re not answering the phone because you’re in bed. I’ll have Mrs. Randolph check on you later.” She paused for a minute. “Listen, I wanted to let you know… We won’t be able to make it to Scream Kingdom this weekend.” I blinked as this grabbed my attention. “Please don’t be mad.” My mom continued, “It’s really kinda crazy. You’re dad won a getaway package from a raffle at his work retreat, and it’s only good for this weekend. It’s a really nice resort and we don’t have to pay for anything. I promise we’ll go to the park soon. I’ve already got the tickets and their only good for about a month, so don’t worry. And, how about this, I’ll pay for pizza for you and as many friends as you want tomorrow to make up for it, ok?” She sighed, “Anyway, hopefully I’ll talk to you more tomorrow. Bye, honey,” the message ended.I stood staring at the phone for a long minute. My narrowed eyes started to burn, and I felt them well up. I walked to the kitchen, and wet spots began to appear on the dark gray tiles that lined the floor. My lungs sucked in air in bursts as I relinquished control to my emotions. My thoughts swirled into tempests, dredging up all of the things I had labored to wall up behind levees in my mind. Every time my parents had disappointed me; every missed event; every broken promise; every time I felt a pang in my stomach watching a friend be supported and congratulated by loving, present, parents broke free from the barriers I had built. Hell, even now, when I was being haunted by some otherworldly being, were they here to protect me? All these thoughts stung like hornets as they paraded past the forefront of my brain. The images flicked by like slides on a presentation, rolling toward a fever pitch.It was a few minutes before my thoughts were interrupted; the thing began to make its presence known again. I took in one last heaving breath and looked away from the phone in my hand, through the still dark kitchen at the hallway which led to the garage. This time I wasn’t surprised to find the pale face staring at me. It tilted to one side, and a fire erupted inside of my chest. It was like someone had dropped a match into an ocean of gasoline, and the force of the feeling caused me to collapse onto the tile floor. The fire had a will of its own; its intent was to expand out, consuming everything in my world to create something new. I longed for the new world I could see through the fire: a world that contained everything I never knew I wanted, a world where every decision made would be my own. All in a moment, I understood what it meant to control one’s own destiny, and I became aware that was a power I could have.Coming back to a momentary awareness of myself, I got up onto my hands and knees and looked over to where Alice still sat curled up in the corner of the living room with her eyes closed. Her hands were clamped against the sides of her head, and she rocked back and forth. Seemingly feeling my gaze, she opened her eyes and they met mine with a knowing expression. She said nothing, but shook her head.Confused, and a little annoyed, but undeterred, I turned back toward the creature who still stood in the hallway. It was no longer a disembodied face. It held out a pale hand as I felt the offer being extended in my mind. The flames licked pleasantly at my insides, reminding me of just how much I stood to gain, and how small the price was.My moment of clarity was interrupted when I felt something in my hand. Surprised, I looked down to see my hand held another hand. I turned up to find Alice had come to my side. She looked through my eyes, and somehow I knew she could see the blaze that was raging inside me.“Please, no.” She said. It took a few minutes before the turbulence inside my mind could subside. Alice and I stood in the kitchen with our hands clasped during that time. Somehow, our minds became connected in that moment. As we both explored this connection, I was overwhelmed by what I saw and felt inside her. I perceived that Alice had been weathering a storm just like I had. It was disorienting to feel emotions that weren’t my own. It was like I was stumbling across a previously undiscovered section of my brain full of fresh memories and feelings, and using it for the first time. I might have enjoyed the experience if the emotions she was sharing with me were more pleasant. It was just a glance, but I felt her pains and anxieties and insecurities just as I had my own, only in a more abstract sense. Beneath the surface, Alice was harboring a pain which appeared to be perpetually shredding her from the inside out, though I wasn’t able to see the cause of this pain. Did she even know what was causing it? I knew that she had been extended an offer just as I had. I could feel the desire she’d felt to accept. My eyes softened as comprehension of Alice’s suffering, as incomplete as it was, set in.The creature’s influence fell away from both of us as we stood there in the kitchen, and, as it did so, fear took its place. We still didn’t know what we were dealing with. Now that we had rejected its offer, what would it do to us? I forced myself to look toward the hallway where it had stood before. A cloud must have covered the moon, because the kitchen window no longer illuminated the space. If the thing was still there; it could no longer be seen. After sharing a glance with Alice, I took a hesitant step toward the hallway.An inhuman scream filled our minds as the lights in the living room went out, plunging us into complete darkness. Dread sunk into my stomach, and I could only think to run. We stumbled through the kitchen, knocking over chairs and shattering a vase along the way. Still holding her hand, I pulled Alice along, my goal being to get us to the front door, and away from the thing. In the back of my mind, however, I didn’t know what could possibly make us safe from this thing. Once we were through the door to the living room, I turned on my phone’s flashlight. I wielded the phone in front of me like a torch, moving it back and forth in an attempt to see everywhere at once. When I came to a stop with a jolt, Alice yelled that we were almost to the door, and pulled on my arm. Despite Alice’s coaxing, I couldn’t move. The light from the phone only illuminated a small patch of space in front of us, but as I was waving the phone around something up on the ceiling had been caught in the light’s periphery. Alice’s pleas stopped as I moved the light up to illuminate the vaulted ceiling. The creature hung from corner where the wall met the ceiling, directly above the front door, projecting down and out like a mangled root. It was different now. It’s face was still pale, but its wide eyes were now replaced with black holes that seemed to suck in the space around them. The mouth, thin and expressionless before, now yawned open to reveal a maw with several rows of matchstick-thin teeth. The full weight of the thing’s malice now weighed down upon us. Prompted by a scream from Alice, the creature vaulted forward to bridge the fifteen feet that separated us. It did so by extending its arms and neck, stretching them out like a sickly gray taffy to propel its hands and its head toward us. Our attempts to shrink away were in vain. The hand intended for me wrapped itself around my throat when it reached me. The slimy fingers squelched against my skin as they stretched around to envelope my neck. A swampy stench filled my nostrils for only a moment before the hand clenched, closing my windpipe. My feet left the ground as the creature lifted me up, and I could see out of the corner of my eye that Alice had been lifted as well. I was hanging in the air like raw beef from a meat hook, when, for reasons that were unclear to me at the time, the grip on my neck released, dropping me to the floor. The lights came back on, and I looked up to see the creature was gone. I coughed, and reached up to put my hand to my throat, which was throbbing. Unlike the dream from earlier, I knew I wasn’t going to wake up and be free of the pain this time. I crawled over to Alice, who was also assessing her injury, but before we had time to process what we had just experienced, the doorbell rang. A voice could be heard through the door. “Chad!” The voice belonged to our neighbor, Mrs. Randolph; I figured my mother had followed through on her promise to call her. “Sweetheart, open the door.” The tone of her voice was a little higher than normal. “I thought I heard someone screaming.” I gave Alice a moment to hide in the kitchen before I opened the door. “Oh hey, Mrs. Randolph,” I said a little too quickly. I had an intense desire to let Mrs. Randolph inside the house and tell her everything, to have her stay the night and protect us, but I knew how any normal person would react to such a story. She would, of course think me insane, and being in my house alone with a girl at this hour wouldn’t look so good either. The woman’s old leathery face wrinkled with concern as she narrowed her eyes. “What’s going on in there?” “Nothing, just hanging out, getting ready for bed.” “Who’s here?” Her suspicious look intensified. “What was that screaming?” “No one, uh, that was me screaming actually. I’m just watching a scary movie.” She leaned her head in to look at the TV, which was off, then turned to scrutinize me again. “It sounded like a girl screaming.” I blinked a few times, trying to decide what to say. “I think I’m still going through puberty,” I said.Mrs. Randolph winced at this. Mercifully, my comment made her uncomfortable enough to discontinue the conversation. She asked if she could come in and look around, to which I assented, and when she had ushered herself back onto the porch, she turned back to face me. Some of the hardness had now left her face. She bit her lip as she thought for a moment. “Alright, I’ll go, I guess.” I tried to conceal my relief as she turned away, but she quickly turned back to say, “My kids are all grown up, Chad, but I still remember what they were like when they were your age.” I expected her to continue, but it became clear that this was the end of what she was going to say. I wasn’t sure how to answer, so I just put on a half-grimace, half-smile, nodding. She looked unimpressed, but said, “Good night, sweetheart. Remember that nothing good happens after midnight.” She turned and left. When she was gone, Alice and I did a room-by-room search of the house, turning all of the lights on as we went. There was no sign of the creature we had seen. When our search was done, we sat down on my bed, each lost in our own thoughts. After what I felt like an appropriate amount of time, I said, “What do we do?” She pursed her lips for a second, then said, “I don’t know. I mean, we checked everywhere and didn’t find it, so… it’s gone right?” “Right,” I said in a faint voice, then frowned and furrowed my brows in thought. We both looked down at the floor, and didn’t speak again for a couple minutes. Alice broke the silence this time. “Maybe we can find the cop from Evan’s story.” It took me a moment to remember. “Officer… Phillips,” I said. “She probably won’t believe us. That’s if she’s even still around.” Alice’s brow raised as she shrugged. “Maybe,” She said. “But…” “Yeah,” I said. I was thinking about how to approach a conversation with Officer Phillips, if she was even still alive, when a thought crossed my mind. I was surprised, given everything that had happened so far, that neither of us had asked the question yet. I looked up at Alice again, and she noticed the look on my face. “What?” She asked. “What do you think happened to Evan?”
CW: Close/intimiate sounds, possibly uncomfortable sounds, sharp sound spikes This week we look at the Chesex Red and Black Marbled, Gold Numbered Full Dice Set. We cover all the standard bases for a good dice set. Follow me on social media at @vidityavoleti Buy my games at vidityavoleti.itch.io Support me on Patreon at patreon.com/vidityavoleti
Fat-Burning Man by Abel James (Video Podcast): The Future of Health & Performance
I'm happy to say that joining us is Dr. Gregory Kelly, a Naturopathic physician, author of “Shape Shift” and the director of product development over at Neurohacker Collective.
The Fat-Burning Man Show by Abel James: The Future of Health & Performance
I'm happy to say that joining us is Dr. Gregory Kelly, a Naturopathic physician, author of “Shape Shift” and the director of product development over at Neurohacker Collective.
It's April, and godwits are on their way north. They have wintered along the coasts, including the Texas Gulf Coast, and along the Pacific from California to Washington. While most breed in the prairie provinces of Canada, some nest as far north as Alaska's Aleutian Islands.
Simon Beattie is a British antiquarian bookseller, literary translator and composer. He was the first British bookseller to be featured in Fine Books & Collections Magazine's series Bright Young Things. Beattie was educated at Aylesbury Grammar School and the University of Exeter, where he took a double first in German and Russian (1997) and subsequently studied for an MA in Lexicography (1998), which he passed with Distinction. Whilst at Exeter, Beattie also held a choral scholarship at Exeter Cathedral. After a brief period freelancing in the publishing business Beattie joined the London antiquarian booksellers Bernard Quaritch Ltd in 1998. In January 2010 he set up his own company specialising in European cross-cultural history. His printed catalogues, entitled Short Lists, have won numerous awards. He was a 2012 winner in the Smarta 100 Awards for 'the most resourceful, original, exciting and disruptive small businesses in the UK' and has taught at the York Antiquarian Book Seminar since its inception in 2014. It was Beattie who set in motion the worldwide strike by over 450 booksellers against AbeBooks' decision to withdraw from the Czech Republic, Hungary, Russia, and South Korea in November 2018. Beattie's translation of Gottfried Benn's shocking first poem 'Morgue' was published in 2018. His translation of the novel At the Edge of the Night by the German writer Friedo Lampe was published by Hesperus Press in 2019. Finally, Beattie also composes choral music. His setting of Advent Calendar, a poem by Rowan Williams, was broadcast on BBC Radio 3 as part of the 2008 Advent carol service from St John's College, Cambridge. I met Simon in Boston, prior to last year's Antiquarian Book Fair, to talk books, more specifically endpapers and Simon's phenomenally successful 'We love Endpapers' Facebook group. We also talk about speaking foreign languages, cultures being curious about one another, exploration, the reception of Oscar Wilde in Russia, translation and censorship, pleasant surprises, marbled paper, brocade paper, bookseller catalogues, and enjoying what you do.
This week we talk FAR too long about board games of all kinds. We extend the deadline for Points to be awarded from last week. All in all, it's our usual disaster of an episode. David's Baddiel's Favorite Family Fun Night Activity: Operation Seelöwe Listen and chat with fellow fans in our Flick app group: https://flick.group/melonbuffet Catch us @MelonBuffet on Social Media: Facebook Twitter Instagram Email suggestions, comments, or ideas to melonbuffet@gmail.com Music - "Stickybee" by Josh Woodward. Free download: http://joshwoodward.com
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Keith Howe is the Managing Director of Rangers Valley, one of the world’s most respected premium marbled beef producers, which is owned by the publicly listed, Japanese conglomerate, Marubeni. Specialising in long fed pure Black Angus and Wagyu cross breeds, Rangers Valley has been drastically impacted by the worst Australian drought in living memory. This is a conversation around navigating the drought, balancing the unprecedented export demand with preserving their domestic market, and the challenges of not depreciating brand equity through new distribution channels.
The final episode of season one of Great Talks at the APS departs slightly from the format of featuring an APS Meeting talk, instead featuring a paper appearing in a recent issue of Proceedings of the American Philosophical Society. We thought it appropriate to close out the season by having a conversation about two figures who loom large in the history of the APS and in the national imagination—Benjamin Franklin and Thomas Jefferson. On this episode, Dr. Patrick Spero and Dr. John Van Horne discuss Franklin, Jefferson, and their contributions to the founding and early growth of the American Philosophical Society and other Philadelphia institutions. Dr. Van Horne is Director Emeritus of the Library Company of Philadelphia. His essay, "Two Chips off the Same Block: Benjamin Franklin's Library Company and Philosophical Society and the Saga of Their 275-Year Relationship," was published in the December 2018 issue of the Proceedings. John Van Horne, [“Two Chips off the Same Block: Benjamin Franklin’s Library Company and Philosophical Society and the Saga of Their 275-Year Relationship,”](https://www.amphilsoc.org/publications/proceedings-volume-162-number-4) *Proceedings of the American Philosophical Society*, Vol. 162, No. 4 (December 2018). Patrick K. Spero, [“The Other Presidency: Thomas Jefferson and the American Philosophical Society,”](https://www.amphilsoc.org/publications/proceedings-volume-162-number-4) *Proceedings of the American Philosophical Society*, Vol. 162, No. 4 (December 2018). Thomas Jefferson’s [“3. Volumes bound in Marbled paper”](http://jefferson3volumes.princeton.edu/) online.
Hannah and Erik are on the search for the endangered Marbled Murrelet, a seabird that can be found in old growth forests! They join a community science project to survey this species in an effort to learn more about their population and nesting habits. Oregon State University researcher, Kim Nelson, and expert volunteer, Laura Paulson, give their take on this fun and educational event.Show NotesOregon Marbled Murrelet ProjectImportant Bird AreasCape Perpetua Green SalmonYachats State ParkMany Rivers Sierra ClubeBird ListseBird list from Marbled Murrelet surveyeBird list from Yachats State ParkConnect with us at...IG: @Hannahgoesbirding and @Erikgoesbirding Twitter: @WeGoBirding Facebook: @HannahandErikGoBirding Email us at HannahandErikGoBirding@gmail.comWebsite: http://www.gobirdingpodcast.com
Does your church have a formal membership structure? How and why do Ben and Paul do membership at their ministries? What's the big deal about membership? What's the difference between church membership and a gym membership? Join us in today's lunchbreak to discuss church membership! --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/ourlunchbreakpodcast/support
Lee Shulman, Ducommun Professor of Education, Emeritus at Stanford, reflects on his life and academic career, describing the chance-filled path he took from slicing pastrami in his parents’ deli to teaching at Michigan State and Stanford and then presiding over the Carnegie Foundation for the Advancement of Teaching. He talks about his Yeshiva high school in Chicago, undergraduate and PhD experiences at the University of Chicago, his research interests in the philosophy and psychology of education, integration of pedagogy with content, development of new forms of teaching assessment, and his work at the Carnegie Foundation for the Advancement of Teaching which moved to the Stanford campus. He comments that just as pastrami is marbled, teaching and research should be equal parts of a well-marbled career.
Life Picks Ep 18: Chinese New Year cookies, marbled beef and Yoyo Sham at the Huayi Festival 9:06 mins Synopsis: A weekly podcast by The Straits Times, highlighting the best films, concerts, restaurants and arts events. We pick our favourite Chinese New Year cookies this year, check out the Orchard Cafe at Orchard Hotel and recommend singer Yoyo Sham, who will be singing at the Esplanade on Feb 23, as part of the Huayi Chinese Festival of Arts. Produced by: Melissa Sim, Ernest Luis and Adam AzleeSubscribe, like and rate Life Picks on: Spotify: http://str.sg/oeGc iTunes: http://str.sg/oeXg Google podcasts: http://str.sg/o8Gx Feedback to: podcast@sph.com.sg See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
Life Picks Ep 18: Chinese New Year cookies, marbled beef and Yoyo Sham at the Huayi Festival 9:06 mins Synopsis: A weekly podcast by The Straits Times, highlighting the best films, concerts, restaurants and arts events. We pick our favourite Chinese New Year cookies this year, check out the Orchard Cafe at Orchard Hotel and recommend singer Yoyo Sham, who will be singing at the Esplanade on Feb 23, as part of the Huayi Chinese Festival of Arts. Produced by: Melissa Sim, Ernest Luis and Adam AzleeSubscribe, like and rate Life Picks on: Spotify: http://str.sg/oeGc iTunes: http://str.sg/oeXg Google podcasts: http://str.sg/o8Gx Feedback to: podcast@sph.com.sg
https://writersthatinspire.com/instant-pot-roast-recipe/ Instant Pot Roast Recipe Now I've gotta tell you, this isn't just any pot roast. This is the KING of pot roasts! Seriously. Cast any all-day simmering fashions aside. Everything about this is perfection from the tender and rich meat to the abundance of vegetables to the most incredible, deep and rich burgundy gravy of a sauce that's going to have you sopping up every last ounce. A massive feast of a meal made all at once in one pot! Oh, and IT'S SUPER EASY TO MAKE! But hey, don't take my word for it – let the video speak for itself! PrintInstant Pot RoastIngredients 3-5 lb chuck or rump bottom roast (NOTE: 3-5 lbs is perfect to me and will easily feed 4-5. Costco has excellent cuts of chuck/pot roast. Get a nice, marbled cut with visible, thick fat strands for the best experience! Another excellent cut of meat to use are the boneless short ribs from Costco like the ones I use in my Short Rib Recipe or a cut of meat that is labeled “Pot Roast.” Whichever you pick, make sure the cut of meat is nice and MARBLED – meaning there are plenty of strands of fat visible within the meat. This makes for the most tender roast) 1.5 tsp kosher salt 1.5 tsp seasoned salt 2 tsp black pepper 1/2 tbsp dried parsley 1 tsp dried thyme 1 tsp dried rosemary 1 tsp onion powder 1 tsp garlic powder 2 tbsp extra virgin olive oil 1 tbsp salted butter 2 yellow onions sliced longways into thick wedges 1 tbsp sliced garlic 2 tbsp Worcestershire sauce 6-8 oz Portobello mushrooms sliced 2 cups beef broth 1 cup dry red wine use one you would drink and not a red cooking wine – a Pinot Noir is great 3 tbsp cornstarch + 3 tbsp of water to form a slurry 1 oz packet of any beef gravy flavor I used Au Jus but any will do Veggies to be wrapped in foil: 8-14 oz bag of baby carrots 1 lb baby white potatoes the best kind for this dish Instructions Rub the roast all over with the kosher salt, seasoned salt, black pepper, dried parsley, dried thyme, dried rosemary, onion powder, and garlic powder Add the olive oil to the Instant Pot (I used a 6qt) and hit “Sauté” and adjust so it's on the “More” or “High” setting. Allow the oil to heat up for 3 minutes and then sear the seasoned roast in the oil for about 1-2 mins on each side. Remove the roast when done searing and set aside on a plate The bottom of the pot will likely have some spice remnants stuck on it from searing the meat. Add in the butter and as it melts, immediately scrape/deglaze the bottom of the pot with a wooden or plastic spoon to remove any remnants of the spices from the roast. Add the onions and they will release water as they cook making it easier to deglaze the bottom of the pot. Cook for 2 minutes an then add in the garlic and Worcestershire sauce and stir for another 2-3 minutes while deglazing. The bottom of the pot should be nice and smooth by now with most spices no longer stuck to it Place the trivet over the onions with the handles facing upwards and place the roast on top of the trivet, fat-side up (so it allows the juices to course through the meat as it cooks), along with the mushrooms. Pour the wine and beef broth over everything Lastly, securely wrap --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/roger-keyserling/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/roger-keyserling/support
Who was Marcus Malcolm? How did a simple G.A. at Promethean University become a drug lord with a supply of a dangerous, state-altering drugs? And why is everything circling back to him and his death now? The Crew heads to Promethean University to find out. Support us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/mistconceptionspod Music from this episode: Investigate by Chris T. Richardson Danger Lurking by Audioblocks Spooky SZN by Audioblocks
We gave Abhi The Nomad a call to talk about his last tour experience, his very diverse album "Marbled", and what his plans are for 2019. Follow Abhi The Nomad: Twitter - https://twitter.com/abhi_thenomad Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/abhithenomad/ Hip-hop news and interviews live M-W-F 12pm EST on Dash Radio: https://dashradio.com/INDEPENDENTGRIND Follow Independent Grind Powered by Tech N9ne: Twitter - https://www.twitter.com/IndieGrindDASH Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/indiegrind_official/
A conversation with Kim Nelson, a Research Wildlife Biologist in the Department of Fisheries and Wildlife at Oregon State University. Kim is a leading researcher on pacific seabirds and particularly the marbled murrelet. The marbled murrelet is listed as threatened under the Endangered Species Act and listed as endangered in California and Washington state. Like the spotted owl, the murrelet requires old growth forest for nesting habitat, however the species has proved extraordinarily difficult to study. Kim unveils the secrets of this enigmatic species. Links for listeners: Look for this announcement for the summer of 2019. This is a fun citizen science event open to the public: https://audubonportland.org/issues/species/murrelet/survey2 Books: https://www.amazon.com/Seabird-Forest-Mystery-Marbled-Murrelet/dp/1590787153 https://www.amazon.com/Rare-Bird-Pursuing-Mystery-Murrelet/dp/1594860904
Zach Orenstein has a communications major with a focus in Graphic Design. Zach is a Graphic Designer full time and potter by hobby. Zach has taught marbling workshops, was a TA at Haystack MtSchool, and a member of the MCA. Zach loves to cook and bake in during his freetime and when time permits, to travel the world.
Naturalist Sarah Keefer shares her story of a minute sea bird that nests in the forest, but dives in the sea. Help Meet the Ocean continue to create and distribute meaningful, educational content by subscribing to our podcast & donating to our nonprofit. Share on your social media to let your friends know why the ocean matters most. @meettheocean
As we draw ever nearer to the sound of battle and the overwhelming, yet hard to place, power emanating from this Fey Castle we know that some truly awful stuff is going to greet us. Podcast art byDgriffon325! Want the world to see your fan art? Tweet it with #DrunksAndDoodles or head on over to the forum.
This week Curt returns to talk lava drones, GoT, IHOb, crayfish, snake head, clarinet hacker, TV reboots, Father's Day cheesehead, and CRISPR cancer. Plus: the guys discuss cannibalism, Curt plans his summer vacation, and Kevin asks more questions!
Unlike their close relatives, which include puffins and murres, the marbled murrelet is a bird of two worlds. It gets its food from the ocean but raises its young up to 50 miles inland in mature forests. Jim Rivers, assistant professor in the College of Forestry, discusses an ongoing Oregon State University research project to learn more about the behavior of this endangered species.
"The reason we count murrelets at sea is, of course, because in the forest they are flying around at really high speeds in the dawn or dusk and while you can see them and hear them there is no way you can get a handle on their populations", says Craig Strong of Crescent Coastal Research. Ken Burton, wildlife biologist, vice president of the Redwood Region Audubon Society, Friends of the Arcata Marsh docent, and author, interviews Strong on the status of Marbled Murrelets on the north coast and his murrelet monitoring program.
Tony and Billy join Robin Irizarry (Philadelphia Watershed Coordinator for the Tookany/Tacony Frankford Watershed Partnership) at his Irizarry Hillstead and hear Bryan Windmiller talk about Grassroots Wildlife Conservation‘s work with marbled salamanders and bridle shiners in the Boston area and … Continue reading →
Grey and Marcia interview Portia Halbert about her work with CA State Parks at Natural Bridges State Park. Meet Portia Halbert, she is an Environmental Scientist with the Santa Cruz District of California State Parks. In our next BeProvided Conservation Radio Podcast, Portia tells us what it is like to manage 70,000 acres of parkland in the Santa Cruz District. Her and her team are responsible for managing and restoring native habitats. She also tells us what it is like to be a member of the statewide burn crew that helps reintroduce fire to the landscape. She also helps protect sensitive species such as the California red-legged frog, San Francisco garter snake and the Marbled Murrelet pictured above. Ms. Halbert is also the Vice President of the Santa Cruz Mountains Bioregional Council. Link to SC Mountains Bioregional Council: http://www.scmbc.org SC District California State Parks: https://www.parks.ca.gov/
Half and half 鸳鸯锅 Half spicy and the other half non-spicy 一半辣、一半不辣 Different levels of spiciness 不同程度的辣 To dip the food quickly in the soup 涮 Sliced beef 牛肉片 Fatty beef 肥牛 Marbled beef 雪花牛肉 Lamb 羊肉 (美国人常用) Mutton 羊肉 (英国人更常用) Intestines 肠子 Brains 脑子 Organs 内脏、器官 Sweet breads 内脏 （高级西餐中形容内脏的词) Tripe 肚子 Balls 丸子 Fish balls 鱼丸 Meat balls 肉丸 shrimp balls 虾丸 Mushroom balls 香菇丸 Soup balls ...
What makes a composition book a composition book? Brad has opinions. We also discuss new pens, moving notebooks, the death of handwriting, and stationery subscriptions in this action packed episode.
Emily Reinhardt, our featured maker for our February 2016 box, joins us as she shares more about her ceramics background and her project. We also welcome Cynthia Paino, a metalsmith contributing to our box, and share about Davis Farms, a family-owned nursery supplying our tillandsia plants. Learn More: https://thecraftersbox.com/2016-02_featured-maker/
In this video you’ll discover: • Great tips for making it easier to work with ink dyes on your gourd • Why it’s important to dry your base coat thoroughly before applying color • How to make your base coat of gold “bleed through” and mix with your color design • A tip for making […]
In this video you’ll discover: • Great tips for making it easier to work with ink dyes on your gourd • Why it’s important to dry your base coat thoroughly before applying color • How to make your base coat of gold “bleed through” and mix with your color design • A tip for making […]
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