Podcasts about Nin

Needing a break from our political depression, we hosted our friend, artist Vincent Nappi, to discuss the work of three artists that have been influential on him, as well as us: Fernand KhnopffAlberto Giacometti Pierre Bonnard SUBCRIBE TO OUR PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/posts/inflooences-w-138948231?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_linkOST:Mirrors "Shirley" https://music.apple.com/us/album/shirley/259580725?i=259580763Beyond the Implode "11th Hour Breakdown" Raped Teenagers "S Markt" Vernon Wray "Wasted" NIN "Physical" https://music.apple.com/us/album/physical-youre-so/1440743805?i=1440743825LINKS:Vincent's website: https://www.vincentnappi.com/Vincent on X: @VincentNappi https://x.com/vincentnappi

Maestro, dirigente político y sindical, escritor, traductor del ruso, conseller de la Generalitat durante la guerra civil... Andreu Nin Pérez (1892-1937) fue todo eso, pero ha pasado a la historia, sobre todo, por su secuestro y asesinato a manos de sus teóricos compañeros de armas. Para algunos autores, su desaparición constituye la cara oscura de la ayuda que la Unión Soviética prestaba al bando republicano. Nin fue uno de los fundadores del Partido Obrero de Unificación Marxista (POUM), que apoyaba el programa y los logros de la Revolución Rusa, pero condenaba su deriva estalinista tras la muerte de Lenin. Esta disidencia encontró no solo el rechazo de la URSS; también del Partido Comunista de España y el Partit Socialista Unificat de Catalunya, que acusaron falsamente al POUM de estar al servicio de Franco. En este documental, con guion de Luis Zaragoza y realización de Miguel Ángel Coleto, intervienen los especialistas Pelai Pagès, autor del libro 'Andreu Nin, una vida al servicio de la clase obrera'; José Luis Martín Ramos, que ha escrito obras como 'Guerra y revolución en Cataluña, 1936-1939'; Andy Durgan, autor, entre otros, de 'Comunismo, revolución y movimiento obrero en Cataluña, 1920-1936'; y Fernando Hernández Sánchez, responsable de títulos como 'Guerra o revolución: el Partido Comunista de España en la guerra civil'. El programa se completa con testimonios de colaboradores de Nin conservados en el Archivo RTVE.Escuchar audio

Martin Atkins is a drummer, producer, educator, author, and museum operator. He has worked with PIL, Ministry, NIN, Skinny Puppy, Killing Joke and was a founding member of Pigface alongside fellow drummer and multi-instrumentalist, Bill Rieflin.  He also works as a consultant, has written multiple books on the music industry, and is the music industry studies coordinator at Millikin University. Martin is the owner and operator of the Museum of Post Punk and Industrial Music. Joe jumps in with a burning question about Four Enclosed Walls by PIL and gets a more robust answer than he expected. The two discuss Martin's extensive contribution to Post Punk and Industrial music and why he is driven to share his knowledge and experience. Martin shares his experience of joining Killing Joke, why he felt the record Extremities, Dirt and Various Repressed Emotions needed to be made and what has motivated him to perform the record live 35 years later. Joe and Martin delve into drum talk, share a few memories from their mutual friend, the late, great Bill Rieflin and Martin reveals a few surprises for the upcoming Killing Joke show celebrating Extremities, Dirt and Various Repressed Emotions. Martin Atkins Please visit and support ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Izotope⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ and ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Distrokid⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ for continued exclusive listener discounts. ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Izotope⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ is the leader in audio repair, mixing and mastering. Ruinous uses ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Izotope⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ and you should too. Trust us. The best way to get your music into the worlds ears is ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Distrokid⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. Artist keep 100% of their royalties and their mobile app is smartly designed, easy to use and perfectly intuitive.

Art is powerful. It can foster social cohesion and influence the mood of a moment. Murals aren't just decorative elements in a neighborhood; they are a tool for revitalization, connection, and storytelling that amplifies voices and strengthens both place and people.rnrnIn partnership with the Saint Luke's Foundation, Assembly for the Arts' Jeremy Johnson will be joined by Kevin "mr.soul" Harp, Stina Aleah, and Robin Robinson. Each of these talented artists have created stunning murals within the Saint Luke's footprint in the Buckeye-Shaker, Woodhill, and Mt. Pleasant neighborhoods.rnrnJoin us for a special FREE City Club Forum and Cookout in the Community as we hear from three inspiring muralists who have transformed their communities on Cleveland's East Side, and what more can be done to support art for the public good.

#podcast #wwe #moviereviews #tvreviews #wrestling Marc and Bryon are back this week, discussing everything that happened over the past week, including Marc's Birthday weekend. Bryon's vacation week: NIN in Boston & Toxic Avenger. We also give our quick thoughts on the Street Fighter movie casting. We also give our thoughts on season two of Twisted Metal. We then update everyone's points for our Wrestling Challenge and give our predictions for this weekend's World Collide. Upcoming Show: Western Massachusetts Comic Book Show Saturday, September 13th, 2025 from 10 am to 4 pm Franklin County Fairgrounds 89 Wisdom Way, Greenfield, MA 01301

As summer bids farewell, the Rizzuto Show discusses the end of pool season and all of the relief that comes with it. Rizz reflects on his weekend getaway to the lake and a series of hilarious mishaps that led to "Captain Dangler" passing out while steering the boat. In a shocking turn of events, a Polish CEO becomes the villain of the weekend after stealing a hat from a child at the US Open. The crew dives into the details and the subsequent apology. Lern shares her experience at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, where she was disappointed to find the radio division missing, but thrilled to catch a special Nine Inch Nails concert. The NFL season is upon us, and the Rizz Show VS. Fast Lane Pick 'Em Challenge returns, with the crew brainstorming hilarious punishment ideas for the losing team. Show Notes: Rizz breaks down his weekend Bro Trip. Someone passed out while steering the boat and panic began. Don't miss out on the full story.Rock N Roll Hall of Fame let's Lern in plus she saw a special NIN concert in Cleveland.Sexy Time Fun FactsRed or Green Flag MisconnectionsThe Secret Meaning of Costco Price Tags Sign up for the Rizz Show vs. Fast Lane Pick 'Em ChallengeFollow The Rizzuto Show @rizzshow on all your favorite social media, including YouTube, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, TikTok, and more. Connect with The Rizzuto Show online at 1057thepoint.com/rizz See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Send us a textThe Bums are back in the rail yard with S5:E0134, starting with a big ol' dose of NFL chatter; Bears extend a QB for the first time in ages; Caleb looking good on paper; Bears injuries in the secondary are more than a little concerning; massive target Colston Loveland is poised to rack up some numbers; the MLB regular season is evaporating; Cubs are stalling while Seattle is smoking; and close with more meaningless consequences being applied by the nearly defunct NCAA (eyes roll everywhere).The back half cracks off with another infamous beer review, featuring a gold-standard IPA created by Tree House Brewing — “Juicy Machine” (ABV 7.1%), and it does NOT disappoint (even a little); Eddie takes a field trip to Suncatcher Brewing in Chicago; Rocky gets bumped by a cello; the end of summer is upon us with Air and Water Show hijinks; Eddie snags a miracle with NIN; white conservatives are losing their shit over changes introduced by the Cracker Barrel restaurant chain; and close with a Paddy travelogue of his visit to the Mitten.   All of this, and definitely not anything more.   Get it while it's fresh.Recorded on August 21st, 2025 at B.O.M. northwest headquarters ‘The Eagle's Nest' in Chicago, IL USA.

Taylor Swift & Travis Kelce engaged, Menendez brothers parole denied, insufferable Meghan Markle, ChatGPT murder, Cracker Barrel caves, the Joe Perry Project supergroup, Snoop Dogg hates lesbians now, and new breaking AI rock star news. Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce are engaged. Donald Trump gives them his blessing. Will Jay-Z allow Tay Tay to perform the Super Bowl Halftime Show? Meghan Markle's crappy Netflix show is available now. It is as nauseating as you think. She also just did an interview with Bloomberg where she pretends to know business. The Joe Perry Project ROCKED with members of Aerosmith, STP and The Black Crowes. Las Vegas is losing tourists due to high prices. Concerts: Trudi went to NIN and loved every moment. Marc went to The Black Keys. Vanity Fair employees are losing their minds over the possibility of Melania Trump donning the cover. CBS News cuts are coming. Marc Maron vs Bill Maher. Jon Lovitz has a podcast? Wait, no. YouTube TV may blackout Fox and other channels. Just in time for football season. Sports: Dave Portnoy apparently banned from OSU's stadium. The Detroit Tigers were smoked last night. Hendon Hooker and Dan Skipper BLOWN OUT by the Detroit Lions. Shedeur Sanders still has a job with the Cleveland Browns. Taylor Swift added to the One Last Ride World Tour with Mick Jagger! It's totally real! RIP viral judge Frank Caprio. ChatGPT will help you commit suicide. North West is huuuge and showing cleavage at age 12. Shanna Moakler is looking good after discovering Ozempic. Her daughter, Alabama, is still ugly. Kendall Jenner screws up again as “Big sis Billie“ kills an old man. Khloe Kardashian has a terrible podcast. Lil Nas X slapped with 4 felonies. Your ‘girl' will be ok. Ray Stevens is NOT a one-hit wonder. He somehow has a new album. Snoop Dogg is sick of gay stuff in kid's films. Erik and Lyle Menendez are denied bail. TMZ still has their backs. Sam Asghari was a major distraction for Britney Spears. This Rhode Island ‘I'm an AG' receives a slap on the wrist. Tennis player Sachia Vickery is on OnlyFans… but not showing the goods. Matt Lauer is bald and UNRECOGNIZABLE! Cracker Barrel caves to social media after major backlash. If you'd like to help support the show… consider subscribing to our YouTube Channel, Facebook, Instagram and Twitter (Drew Lane, Marc Fellhauer, Trudi Daniels, Jim Bentley and BranDon).

Mom explores new wild side, first date, years after divorce. By Eva_Adams  - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. University  The pale vanilla thickly painted cinder block walls that framed a small high window above the twin bed reminded me of the inside of a prison, but to my son his new dorm room was freedom – at last. I almost didn't even get the brief glimpse of where he would be living for the next year. At first, he insisted he could carry up his boxes and suitcases himself, as he didn't want to introduce his new roommate to his newly single, middle-aged mom. I even promised not to dance or sing while there, but maybe it was the fact that I mentioned those possibilities for ultimate peer embarrassment that got me dismissed shortly after the luggage entered the room.My son was about to test out his suburban survival skills, and at 18 he was ready. Somehow, amid or maybe because of my many mistakes, he had turned out well. There was nothing else to say that I hadn't told him already that he would be willing to hear. So I gave him a discreet hug in the stairwell with no other students around. “I love you, honey.” “Love you too, mom.” And he jogged back up the stairs to his new life, while I retreated back to the car and the four-hour drive home. With the green blur of trees in my peripheral vision and nothing but an endless, straight two way freeway ahead for the next 80 miles, I turned up the end of Joan Jett's “Bad Reputation,” just before it segued into the next hit on my 80s dance music playlist. I remembered dancing in the bathroom to Madonna's “Like a Virgin” while putting on too much eyeliner ahead of a college party with my best friend Wendy back when we were virgins. But truth be told, I managed to stay one all through college too. Wendy and I were on the phone last month as she celebrated her 48th birthday, wondering why we tried so hard to be perfect, rather than having more fun when we were in our 20s. She was always prettier than me – at least guys thought so – with her highlighted shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes and high cheekbones. So experiencing the inevitable part of aging of becoming invisible in public was hitting her harder than me. Her blonde highlighted hair was about 5 inches shorter than college and she still had her high cheekbones etched with the outer edges of wrinkles near her eyes. Like me, Wendy had probably only gained about 5 pounds since college, but unlike me, it looked to be mostly muscle from her part time job as a yoga instructor. If she had cellulite, I had yet to see it. But like most women, Wendy could be her own worst critic even while protesting the unfairness that women are so judged by their looks. She said, “I was in the customer service line in Home Depot last week, but the clerk came around the desk to show some gal in a short tennis dress to the hardware aisle for the right size wood screws for her project. Hello – it's not as if I wasn't already standing there. Am I invisible?” “Maybe you need to wear a short sports dress for errands. You could still carry it off,” I said. “Yoga dresses are in style now.” “That's not the point, it's about fairness,” Wendy said. “Hey we got that attention when we were her age and didn't complain,” I said. “Yeah, we made quite a pair. But unfortunately we didn't do anything with it! Not really,” she said. “What do you mean?” I asked. “We were too good, too uptight, always trying to do the right thing, stupidly trying to have morals,” she said. “Don't you ever think about it and wonder why?” “Yeah, if I had known I would marry my college boyfriend three years after graduation only to get dumped as our kids reached whatever age he considered viable so he could leave to fuck a zillion others. Yes, I would have said a yes a few times instead of no to any number of other guys in college,” I said. “We followed the rules. But for what?” she asked. “For the nice, appropriate boys who deemed us marriage material,” I said. “But what was the alternative? ” “Rob Winslow.” “You always did fall for bad boys.” “Yeah,” she sighed, nodding unseen against the phone. “He was gorgeous, but there was not enough penicillin on the planet to make me want to really find out how he managed to have a different voluptuous babe every night of the week.” “Well you ended up well – or at least you're not divorced.” “True,” she said, but quickly changed the subject to our kids, and we spent the rest of our call rattling on about this and that. But that call stuck with me. I couldn't get it out of my head. Ever since then, I began to notice not getting noticed. In stores, restaurants and the occasional music venue, I was 48 and invisible. Maybe Wendy was right. Maybe we should have been less careful and more care free in our youth if this was where we were headed. I starting thinking, “So what is stopping me now?” Was it maybe the disbelief that a guy would not care about stretch marks he had no role in creating, or the extra five pounds? And what about my butt? It still felt round and muscular, but the wrong light highlighted the cellulite that no amount of dieting seemed to fix. I didn't mind some wrinkles like the happy ones around my eyes, but not the ones around my chin. Those wrinkled just showed I gritted my teeth at night, the tension of getting through the last several years revealing itself. Maybe I needed botox. My next insecure thought was my house. I had moved to a smaller home, a townhome, after the divorce and I had not even invited anyone over for dinner yet. The thought of having some unknown new person in my home was daunting let alone my bathroom. I'd need to store sex toys elsewhere for starters. I had too many of those really. I guess I kept thinking that with the right one I wouldn't need to actually go on a date. But so far it hadn't worked. I was also hesitant about going from a 24-year marriage into some new serious relationship. I had needs, yet no experience with casual sex. It's one thing to jump into the deep end with casual affairs at 21, but how does one even do that at my age? It would take courage to be naked with someone now. Courage I wasn't sure I had. What was it Anais Nin said? “Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.” Hell, I was living it – at least the shrunk part. My days were measured in coffee packets, dish detergent pods, and Netflix episodes at a rate of one each per day at the same time every day. I left the house mostly for the grocery store, and my most regular social interaction was taking my dog to a park with several neighbor dogs. The pup had a more active social life than I did. Seeing that quote always resonated with me. It was like seeing a “you are here” dot on a map at the mall. However, as my thoughts wandered during the drive, I remembered one of her lesser-known quotes. It was that Nin quote that awakened the motivation to move from that safe dot on a map of my small world to where I wanted to go. When I got home, I found the card with the Anais Nin quote a friend had given me years ago and taped it at eye level by the bathroom mirror. “And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” I resolved to blossom. Home, 4 September 2021 My son was no doubt enjoying his freedom from parents and I was ready to enjoy my freedom from day-to-day parenting. I had had a few dinner dates with two different acquaintances over the past year, but nothing further. What could I really do? No teenager likes to think of his mom out on a date let alone meet the guy in the kitchen. Bringing the date home would have been too much. I spent my first kid-free week cleaning out closets, donating things I no longer needed and scrubbing everything, marveling at how the floors and kitchen stayed clean with just me. But with nothing else to clean, and my house ready for anything, it was time to either leave it, or invite someone over. I chose the latter. I had kissed Don goodnight in his truck after our second dinner date a few months ago. It was brief but nice. Was I turned on? I was too nervous to fully connect like that. But it felt pleasant enough – and I liked that he hit the right range for the occasion and my mood. His lips felt soft and open against mine with slight but not crushing pressure. His tongue entered my mouth without invading it. His withdrawal left me wanting a bit more, looking forward to more even as he came around the side to open my door so I could teeter in heels I was unaccustomed to wearing to my porch. But then it was summer. Between work, family visits and our respective vacations, we had exchanged just a few texts in the past few months. So, I texted him, and offered to cook dinner. “You what?” Wendy asked. “I told him to come to my place and I'd cook.” “You know what that means!” Wendy said, her voice one level below shouting. “That I'll probably make something basic like meat and potatoes. I don't really know what he likes beyond what he ordered at that Italian restaurant, and I don't remember what he ordered on our first date.” “No! You just offered yourself on a platter.” “Actually I had planned to serve dinner on the deck.” “I'm serious,” Wendy hissed, cupping her hand around the phone, but lowering her voice. “Didn't you see that episode of ‘Coupling'?” “I'm not remembering.” “Saying ‘I'll cook' means come over and sleep with me, and I'll cater.” “I doubt some guy will think that. It's just our third date.” “Exactly! How long since you've been on a date?” “So things have changed over the past 20 years? And how would you know?” “First, women at the yoga studio talk. I hear a lot. Actually maybe dating hasn't changed much – but you were unrealistic about expectations 20 years ago too.” “Well I'm not worried about what he thinks. Actually, I hope he does think that.” “This doesn't sound like you. What are you thinking?” “I've thought about what we talked about last month – that invisibility is growing by the day and opportunities to live, really live are shrinking. I'm tired of caring too much about what people think, and not enough about what I want.” “So what do you want?” “I want to stop being good and start having fun. I want to get past the divorce, to be rechristened, reintroduced to touch, to life.” “He is an IT guy, maybe he can reboot you,” Talia said, calmer now, giggling. “Let's hope!” 10 September 2021 The third dress hit the floor in a ring and I stepped out. I still didn't know what to wear – just what not to wear. What I wanted was a casual dress with a zipper for the fun drama of unzipping it later. But the first one emphasized the extra inch of tummy that had remained since childbirth. The second one fit, but would be hard to shimmy out of due to the shape. I had hoped the green one would work, but was starting to realize most of my clothes reflected my conservative upbringing – not the figure I still mostly had from keeping up dance work out videos. The skirts tended to hit midcalf and covered all of my chest and most of my arms too. I was going for classy, but the result was frumpy. How had I never noticed this? Before, I picked an outfit based on color and favored greens and browns as my auburn hair clashed with most colors. I thought of just wearing jeans and a blouse. That would give options to take off one and not the other. That worked well in college. The difficulty of wrestling off jeans tended to break the mood and offer a natural stopping point. But this was a new phase and for that, I considered a new plan. I decided to go for all or nothing. I was not going to divvy out body parts in hopes of cultivating respect. I planned to just kiss my date and decide by feel – not some preconceived notion of appropriateness, I hung a green wrap dress on the towel rack in the bathroom to drop out the wrinkles in the steam. I pulled the faucet on and set it to 40 degrees Celsius and waited for the water to heat. My breasts could charitably be called athletic at almost a B cup. My waist, still indented with a slight trace of abs, could be seen somewhere above the stretch marks. I ran my hands from the sides of my indented waist along the swell of my hips that were firm and brushed down the sides of my thighs, trying to imagine what someone else would think. My legs were long, slightly thin and muscular, but freckled with a few broken veins. Like the rest of me, they felt better than they looked. Maybe it could be dark tomorrow night I thought as I slide the shower door shut and let the tepid water I'm sure every woman has a similar list of faults, but if we dwell there, we could too easily loose any motivation for action or connection. I needed to think more like a guy. But soon found that to be better, but not entirely worry-free either. What if everything doesn't work as it should? This had not been tested fully in almost three years now. Like other divorced couples, the sex had ended before the marriage actually did. How long had it been since I had had an orgasm that didn't involve batteries I wondered as I circled my breasts with suds? I took the shower nozzle out of the hook and set it to pulse as I rinsed the lather down my puffy pink nipples to my abs and watched the stream of water run down my pale thighs. My senses sprung to attention at the closest thing to touch my skin had felt in way too long. I aimed the pulsing jet at the small triangle of dark auburn hair and gasped as the jet slid through the slit to my most sensitive spot. Awakened, but not satisfied, I turned off the shower, patted myself dry and dove on the bed face down. I needed to test this, and to do so I needed to replicate the tools I'd have Saturday, well the ones that would be on hand that I had myself, which meant fingers. I was going on a third date and ready to entertain the idea sex with the first man since my husband, since by 20s. But I was not ready for the idea of bringing battery-operated devices to the evening so I needed to replicate the tools or lack of them I'd have on hand for the ending. I used to be able to have orgasms just from thrusting, but it had been years, and I tried to remember what worked as I lifted my hips and tapped the auburn hair with my finger and then slowly circled my hips against the mattress. Soon the slickness parted my lips as I tapped. I moved my hand down and pushed my index finger inside about two inches before it caught on a ring of muscles – at least I think it was a muscle – not really sure. I imagined my favorite moment, when a guy is turned on and knows he is wanted. It's something about the look in his eye, the confidence when he knows that he has just the tool you most need, and it is in his hands waiting for entrance. More wetness pooled against my finger and I pushed further with my curved finger until I hit an even more sensitive spot and my hips contracted against it. I imagined it was Don and not my finger, thrusting into me now, as I thrust against my finger and then bent it in rhythm to my twisting hips. But there I remained on the edge. How long had it been? Ten minutes? I wondered as I thrusted to no relief. I arched my back and pinched one nipple hard. The combined sensation worked, finally as I felt a new focus and a familiar clench in my abs. It wasn't an orgasm, not yet, but it would be. It seemed to build like rumbles of an approaching thunderstorm, small contractions at first that floated outwards to my long limbs when a bolt seized through, releasing me back to consciousness, back to myself. I rolled to my back, panting as I lay on the cool sheets. * * * 11 September 2021 “Come in. What can I get you to drink?” I asked, a bit breathless from running down the stairs to answer the door. But instead of answering he opened his arms for a hug. I smiled, my cheekbone pressing against his solid chest with only my thin green wrap dress between us felt grounding. His presence in the entryway of my home sent flutters through my torso, but his touch calmed me. My head barely grazed the top of his shoulder even on tiptoes in my bare feet. After a couple years of doing everything myself, I felt instantly safe dwarfed by his size. His head was shaved bald, and I liked the simplicity and honesty of how he dealt with the hair loss some might have agonized over. It suited him. I found an almost full whisky bottle someone had brought to a house party a few years ago that I had only used to make fudge, and poured him some in a glass with ice. I knew much more about fixing dinner than drinks, and hoped that was to his liking. We took my wine and his whisky to the deck. I was relieved the weather cooperated so well – mid 70s with a slight breeze as I had yet to buy a comfortable indoor couch. My townhome, an end unit, was private as townhomes go, backing to thick woods. My only adjacent neighbor's home was set back so my deck that wrapped around the side of my house was not in view. There was a narrow strip of common ground that connected to a just the side yard of my next closest neighbor, but that neighbor rarely made use of that gate to his yard. So I led Don out to my outdoor paradise. A dining table to one side and then a comfy outdoor sectional sofa pushed into a corner of my deck, a deck that was bigger than my living room. He sat in the middle so I sat with my back propped against him and my legs outstretched, again enjoying the feel of his bulk, softness and hardness combined, as I leaned against his chest with his arm draped over my shoulder. After chatting about our work from home conditions and summer vacations, I swiveled to face him and traced fingers from the dark hair on his calf up to his thigh that was mostly covered by long cargo shorts. Probably not subtle, but I was done with subtle. He soon responded, whether it was to my fingers or the eye contact, I can't say, but I got the reaction I desired. He leaned toward me for a kiss. If it had been awhile since having an orgasm with someone else in the room, it had been way longer, years, since I had been thoroughly kissed, and I was enjoying the secondhand sweetness of the whiskey. I don't know why kissing stopped a few years before sex, but it had. I suddenly felt awkward not remembering how to move my mouth in response to another moving object. When we both needed air, he moved to my neck, putting every nerve ending on high alert as I arched neck and back to give him more access. His kisses trailed down to the curve of my breasts pushed to their best advantage by the push up bra, giving me almost the perception of cleavage. I realized that perception would soon be replaced by actual data, and I briefly wondered whether bras might be an area in life where it was best not to over promise and under deliver, or whether by the time a guy got a bra off he was generally feeling more optimistic than critical. Thankfully any thoughts and doubts evaporated as Don's mouth dipped yet again from my neck to the V of the wrap dress while his finger found my nipple through the admittedly thick layers of push up bra and pinched. “Yes,” I exhaled, my neck bent around his head and my mouth kissed the top of his head as it dipped further to kiss the nipple he had just assaulted. I pulled his head into my chest and arched my back. “Yes, more, please.” I said though muffled against his hair. One hand scooped that breast from the push up bra and with his mouth spread wide taking in most of it; he deftly unhooked the front clasp of my bra with his other hand. I pulled at the shoulders of the dress, spreading the V shape held by a side tie even wider to free my breasts for his tongue. “Sensitive?” “Very.” “I love it.” By Eva_Adams for Literotica

Mom explores new wild side, first date, years after divorce. By Eva_Adams  - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. University  The pale vanilla thickly painted cinder block walls that framed a small high window above the twin bed reminded me of the inside of a prison, but to my son his new dorm room was freedom – at last. I almost didn't even get the brief glimpse of where he would be living for the next year. At first, he insisted he could carry up his boxes and suitcases himself, as he didn't want to introduce his new roommate to his newly single, middle-aged mom. I even promised not to dance or sing while there, but maybe it was the fact that I mentioned those possibilities for ultimate peer embarrassment that got me dismissed shortly after the luggage entered the room.My son was about to test out his suburban survival skills, and at 18 he was ready. Somehow, amid or maybe because of my many mistakes, he had turned out well. There was nothing else to say that I hadn't told him already that he would be willing to hear. So I gave him a discreet hug in the stairwell with no other students around. “I love you, honey.” “Love you too, mom.” And he jogged back up the stairs to his new life, while I retreated back to the car and the four-hour drive home. With the green blur of trees in my peripheral vision and nothing but an endless, straight two way freeway ahead for the next 80 miles, I turned up the end of Joan Jett's “Bad Reputation,” just before it segued into the next hit on my 80s dance music playlist. I remembered dancing in the bathroom to Madonna's “Like a Virgin” while putting on too much eyeliner ahead of a college party with my best friend Wendy back when we were virgins. But truth be told, I managed to stay one all through college too. Wendy and I were on the phone last month as she celebrated her 48th birthday, wondering why we tried so hard to be perfect, rather than having more fun when we were in our 20s. She was always prettier than me – at least guys thought so – with her highlighted shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes and high cheekbones. So experiencing the inevitable part of aging of becoming invisible in public was hitting her harder than me. Her blonde highlighted hair was about 5 inches shorter than college and she still had her high cheekbones etched with the outer edges of wrinkles near her eyes. Like me, Wendy had probably only gained about 5 pounds since college, but unlike me, it looked to be mostly muscle from her part time job as a yoga instructor. If she had cellulite, I had yet to see it. But like most women, Wendy could be her own worst critic even while protesting the unfairness that women are so judged by their looks. She said, “I was in the customer service line in Home Depot last week, but the clerk came around the desk to show some gal in a short tennis dress to the hardware aisle for the right size wood screws for her project. Hello – it's not as if I wasn't already standing there. Am I invisible?” “Maybe you need to wear a short sports dress for errands. You could still carry it off,” I said. “Yoga dresses are in style now.” “That's not the point, it's about fairness,” Wendy said. “Hey we got that attention when we were her age and didn't complain,” I said. “Yeah, we made quite a pair. But unfortunately we didn't do anything with it! Not really,” she said. “What do you mean?” I asked. “We were too good, too uptight, always trying to do the right thing, stupidly trying to have morals,” she said. “Don't you ever think about it and wonder why?” “Yeah, if I had known I would marry my college boyfriend three years after graduation only to get dumped as our kids reached whatever age he considered viable so he could leave to fuck a zillion others. Yes, I would have said a yes a few times instead of no to any number of other guys in college,” I said. “We followed the rules. But for what?” she asked. “For the nice, appropriate boys who deemed us marriage material,” I said. “But what was the alternative? ” “Rob Winslow.” “You always did fall for bad boys.” “Yeah,” she sighed, nodding unseen against the phone. “He was gorgeous, but there was not enough penicillin on the planet to make me want to really find out how he managed to have a different voluptuous babe every night of the week.” “Well you ended up well – or at least you're not divorced.” “True,” she said, but quickly changed the subject to our kids, and we spent the rest of our call rattling on about this and that. But that call stuck with me. I couldn't get it out of my head. Ever since then, I began to notice not getting noticed. In stores, restaurants and the occasional music venue, I was 48 and invisible. Maybe Wendy was right. Maybe we should have been less careful and more care free in our youth if this was where we were headed. I starting thinking, “So what is stopping me now?” Was it maybe the disbelief that a guy would not care about stretch marks he had no role in creating, or the extra five pounds? And what about my butt? It still felt round and muscular, but the wrong light highlighted the cellulite that no amount of dieting seemed to fix. I didn't mind some wrinkles like the happy ones around my eyes, but not the ones around my chin. Those wrinkled just showed I gritted my teeth at night, the tension of getting through the last several years revealing itself. Maybe I needed botox. My next insecure thought was my house. I had moved to a smaller home, a townhome, after the divorce and I had not even invited anyone over for dinner yet. The thought of having some unknown new person in my home was daunting let alone my bathroom. I'd need to store sex toys elsewhere for starters. I had too many of those really. I guess I kept thinking that with the right one I wouldn't need to actually go on a date. But so far it hadn't worked. I was also hesitant about going from a 24-year marriage into some new serious relationship. I had needs, yet no experience with casual sex. It's one thing to jump into the deep end with casual affairs at 21, but how does one even do that at my age? It would take courage to be naked with someone now. Courage I wasn't sure I had. What was it Anais Nin said? “Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.” Hell, I was living it – at least the shrunk part. My days were measured in coffee packets, dish detergent pods, and Netflix episodes at a rate of one each per day at the same time every day. I left the house mostly for the grocery store, and my most regular social interaction was taking my dog to a park with several neighbor dogs. The pup had a more active social life than I did. Seeing that quote always resonated with me. It was like seeing a “you are here” dot on a map at the mall. However, as my thoughts wandered during the drive, I remembered one of her lesser-known quotes. It was that Nin quote that awakened the motivation to move from that safe dot on a map of my small world to where I wanted to go. When I got home, I found the card with the Anais Nin quote a friend had given me years ago and taped it at eye level by the bathroom mirror. “And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” I resolved to blossom. Home, 4 September 2021 My son was no doubt enjoying his freedom from parents and I was ready to enjoy my freedom from day-to-day parenting. I had had a few dinner dates with two different acquaintances over the past year, but nothing further. What could I really do? No teenager likes to think of his mom out on a date let alone meet the guy in the kitchen. Bringing the date home would have been too much. I spent my first kid-free week cleaning out closets, donating things I no longer needed and scrubbing everything, marveling at how the floors and kitchen stayed clean with just me. But with nothing else to clean, and my house ready for anything, it was time to either leave it, or invite someone over. I chose the latter. I had kissed Don goodnight in his truck after our second dinner date a few months ago. It was brief but nice. Was I turned on? I was too nervous to fully connect like that. But it felt pleasant enough – and I liked that he hit the right range for the occasion and my mood. His lips felt soft and open against mine with slight but not crushing pressure. His tongue entered my mouth without invading it. His withdrawal left me wanting a bit more, looking forward to more even as he came around the side to open my door so I could teeter in heels I was unaccustomed to wearing to my porch. But then it was summer. Between work, family visits and our respective vacations, we had exchanged just a few texts in the past few months. So, I texted him, and offered to cook dinner. “You what?” Wendy asked. “I told him to come to my place and I'd cook.” “You know what that means!” Wendy said, her voice one level below shouting. “That I'll probably make something basic like meat and potatoes. I don't really know what he likes beyond what he ordered at that Italian restaurant, and I don't remember what he ordered on our first date.” “No! You just offered yourself on a platter.” “Actually I had planned to serve dinner on the deck.” “I'm serious,” Wendy hissed, cupping her hand around the phone, but lowering her voice. “Didn't you see that episode of ‘Coupling'?” “I'm not remembering.” “Saying ‘I'll cook' means come over and sleep with me, and I'll cater.” “I doubt some guy will think that. It's just our third date.” “Exactly! How long since you've been on a date?” “So things have changed over the past 20 years? And how would you know?” “First, women at the yoga studio talk. I hear a lot. Actually maybe dating hasn't changed much – but you were unrealistic about expectations 20 years ago too.” “Well I'm not worried about what he thinks. Actually, I hope he does think that.” “This doesn't sound like you. What are you thinking?” “I've thought about what we talked about last month – that invisibility is growing by the day and opportunities to live, really live are shrinking. I'm tired of caring too much about what people think, and not enough about what I want.” “So what do you want?” “I want to stop being good and start having fun. I want to get past the divorce, to be rechristened, reintroduced to touch, to life.” “He is an IT guy, maybe he can reboot you,” Talia said, calmer now, giggling. “Let's hope!” 10 September 2021 The third dress hit the floor in a ring and I stepped out. I still didn't know what to wear – just what not to wear. What I wanted was a casual dress with a zipper for the fun drama of unzipping it later. But the first one emphasized the extra inch of tummy that had remained since childbirth. The second one fit, but would be hard to shimmy out of due to the shape. I had hoped the green one would work, but was starting to realize most of my clothes reflected my conservative upbringing – not the figure I still mostly had from keeping up dance work out videos. The skirts tended to hit midcalf and covered all of my chest and most of my arms too. I was going for classy, but the result was frumpy. How had I never noticed this? Before, I picked an outfit based on color and favored greens and browns as my auburn hair clashed with most colors. I thought of just wearing jeans and a blouse. That would give options to take off one and not the other. That worked well in college. The difficulty of wrestling off jeans tended to break the mood and offer a natural stopping point. But this was a new phase and for that, I considered a new plan. I decided to go for all or nothing. I was not going to divvy out body parts in hopes of cultivating respect. I planned to just kiss my date and decide by feel – not some preconceived notion of appropriateness, I hung a green wrap dress on the towel rack in the bathroom to drop out the wrinkles in the steam. I pulled the faucet on and set it to 40 degrees Celsius and waited for the water to heat. My breasts could charitably be called athletic at almost a B cup. My waist, still indented with a slight trace of abs, could be seen somewhere above the stretch marks. I ran my hands from the sides of my indented waist along the swell of my hips that were firm and brushed down the sides of my thighs, trying to imagine what someone else would think. My legs were long, slightly thin and muscular, but freckled with a few broken veins. Like the rest of me, they felt better than they looked. Maybe it could be dark tomorrow night I thought as I slide the shower door shut and let the tepid water I'm sure every woman has a similar list of faults, but if we dwell there, we could too easily loose any motivation for action or connection. I needed to think more like a guy. But soon found that to be better, but not entirely worry-free either. What if everything doesn't work as it should? This had not been tested fully in almost three years now. Like other divorced couples, the sex had ended before the marriage actually did. How long had it been since I had had an orgasm that didn't involve batteries I wondered as I circled my breasts with suds? I took the shower nozzle out of the hook and set it to pulse as I rinsed the lather down my puffy pink nipples to my abs and watched the stream of water run down my pale thighs. My senses sprung to attention at the closest thing to touch my skin had felt in way too long. I aimed the pulsing jet at the small triangle of dark auburn hair and gasped as the jet slid through the slit to my most sensitive spot. Awakened, but not satisfied, I turned off the shower, patted myself dry and dove on the bed face down. I needed to test this, and to do so I needed to replicate the tools I'd have Saturday, well the ones that would be on hand that I had myself, which meant fingers. I was going on a third date and ready to entertain the idea sex with the first man since my husband, since by 20s. But I was not ready for the idea of bringing battery-operated devices to the evening so I needed to replicate the tools or lack of them I'd have on hand for the ending. I used to be able to have orgasms just from thrusting, but it had been years, and I tried to remember what worked as I lifted my hips and tapped the auburn hair with my finger and then slowly circled my hips against the mattress. Soon the slickness parted my lips as I tapped. I moved my hand down and pushed my index finger inside about two inches before it caught on a ring of muscles – at least I think it was a muscle – not really sure. I imagined my favorite moment, when a guy is turned on and knows he is wanted. It's something about the look in his eye, the confidence when he knows that he has just the tool you most need, and it is in his hands waiting for entrance. More wetness pooled against my finger and I pushed further with my curved finger until I hit an even more sensitive spot and my hips contracted against it. I imagined it was Don and not my finger, thrusting into me now, as I thrust against my finger and then bent it in rhythm to my twisting hips. But there I remained on the edge. How long had it been? Ten minutes? I wondered as I thrusted to no relief. I arched my back and pinched one nipple hard. The combined sensation worked, finally as I felt a new focus and a familiar clench in my abs. It wasn't an orgasm, not yet, but it would be. It seemed to build like rumbles of an approaching thunderstorm, small contractions at first that floated outwards to my long limbs when a bolt seized through, releasing me back to consciousness, back to myself. I rolled to my back, panting as I lay on the cool sheets. * * * 11 September 2021 “Come in. What can I get you to drink?” I asked, a bit breathless from running down the stairs to answer the door. But instead of answering he opened his arms for a hug. I smiled, my cheekbone pressing against his solid chest with only my thin green wrap dress between us felt grounding. His presence in the entryway of my home sent flutters through my torso, but his touch calmed me. My head barely grazed the top of his shoulder even on tiptoes in my bare feet. After a couple years of doing everything myself, I felt instantly safe dwarfed by his size. His head was shaved bald, and I liked the simplicity and honesty of how he dealt with the hair loss some might have agonized over. It suited him. I found an almost full whisky bottle someone had brought to a house party a few years ago that I had only used to make fudge, and poured him some in a glass with ice. I knew much more about fixing dinner than drinks, and hoped that was to his liking. We took my wine and his whisky to the deck. I was relieved the weather cooperated so well – mid 70s with a slight breeze as I had yet to buy a comfortable indoor couch. My townhome, an end unit, was private as townhomes go, backing to thick woods. My only adjacent neighbor's home was set back so my deck that wrapped around the side of my house was not in view. There was a narrow strip of common ground that connected to a just the side yard of my next closest neighbor, but that neighbor rarely made use of that gate to his yard. So I led Don out to my outdoor paradise. A dining table to one side and then a comfy outdoor sectional sofa pushed into a corner of my deck, a deck that was bigger than my living room. He sat in the middle so I sat with my back propped against him and my legs outstretched, again enjoying the feel of his bulk, softness and hardness combined, as I leaned against his chest with his arm draped over my shoulder. After chatting about our work from home conditions and summer vacations, I swiveled to face him and traced fingers from the dark hair on his calf up to his thigh that was mostly covered by long cargo shorts. Probably not subtle, but I was done with subtle. He soon responded, whether it was to my fingers or the eye contact, I can't say, but I got the reaction I desired. He leaned toward me for a kiss. If it had been awhile since having an orgasm with someone else in the room, it had been way longer, years, since I had been thoroughly kissed, and I was enjoying the secondhand sweetness of the whiskey. I don't know why kissing stopped a few years before sex, but it had. I suddenly felt awkward not remembering how to move my mouth in response to another moving object. When we both needed air, he moved to my neck, putting every nerve ending on high alert as I arched neck and back to give him more access. His kisses trailed down to the curve of my breasts pushed to their best advantage by the push up bra, giving me almost the perception of cleavage. I realized that perception would soon be replaced by actual data, and I briefly wondered whether bras might be an area in life where it was best not to over promise and under deliver, or whether by the time a guy got a bra off he was generally feeling more optimistic than critical. Thankfully any thoughts and doubts evaporated as Don's mouth dipped yet again from my neck to the V of the wrap dress while his finger found my nipple through the admittedly thick layers of push up bra and pinched. “Yes,” I exhaled, my neck bent around his head and my mouth kissed the top of his head as it dipped further to kiss the nipple he had just assaulted. I pulled his head into my chest and arched my back. “Yes, more, please.” I said though muffled against his hair. One hand scooped that breast from the push up bra and with his mouth spread wide taking in most of it; he deftly unhooked the front clasp of my bra with his other hand. I pulled at the shoulders of the dress, spreading the V shape held by a side tie even wider to free my breasts for his tongue. “Sensitive?” “Very.” “I love it.” By Eva_Adams for Literotica

Martin Luther King Jr. famously stated, "The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice." And there are numerous notable figures in our country's fight toward this justice, and then there is Rev. Dr. William J. Barber, II.rnrnFor decades, Rev. Barber has served as a powerful voice in movements that combined faith, morality, and activism. As the Co-Chair of the Poor People's Campaign: A National Call For Moral Revival, Rev. Barber has launched a new movement that aims to address the same issues that Martin Luther King Jr. spoke against in the original 1960s campaign.rnrnRev. Barber is also President and Senior Lecturer of Repairers of the Breach, and a Professor in the Practice of Public Theology and Public Policy and Founding Director of the Center for Public Theology and Public Policy at Yale Divinity School. The author of five books, including We Are Called To Be A Movement, his most recent book White Poverty: How Exposing Myths About Race and Class Can Reconstruct American Democracy explores how we can join together to take on poverty and economic injustice.rnrnIn a moment when the strength of democracy is tested, and our country's bend toward justice is questioned, join us as we hear from Rev. Dr. William J. Barber, II on how we can build social justice movements that uplift our deepest moral and constitutional values.

Nin hanjabaad udiray iskuul kuyaal magaalada Halmstad oo la qabtay. Nin lagu tuhunsan yahay in uu argagixisada maalgaliyo oo dacwad lagu soo oogay. Carruurta Iswiidhen ku dhalanaysa oo yaraatay.

One wacky episode! We ramble all over the place tonight -- sick kids, pet scares, way too much barf talk, home repairs, NIN, ungodly eating habits, treats in sleeves and a wacky round of Weird Trivia featuring a special surprise whipped up by Chris...

Nin kooxa dambiilayaasha katirsan ayaa laga soo dhiibay Chile lana keenay Iswiidhen. Waxaa maanta furmay kiiska maxkamadaynta lataliyihii hore amniga qaranka , Henrik Landerholm. Ilmo yar oo shil gaari ku dhintay magaalada Nyköping.

Check out this weeks KICK ASS PODCAST with ya boy QPC and special guest Gabe Godwin ... It's more fun than throwing subway subs at the national guard in DC, I PROMISE !!! LOL !!! Topics discussed: Famous friends, South Park, Sabbath, GOTJ, Festivals, Impressive Star Trek replicas, Corrupt cops, Gabe's NIN efforts and soooooooo much more ... You're gonna LOVE THIS SHOW !!! CHECK IT !!! 

It's a new minisode and I chat a bit about the Nine Inch Nails concert, Weapons and the movie for next week!Terrible Terror:Facebook: https://facebook.com/terriblet...Instagram: https://instagram.com/terrible...Twitter: https://twitter.com/T_T_Podcas...YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@terribleterrorpodcastTwitch: https://twitch.tv/terribleterr...Suno: https://suno.com/@terribleterrorsDiscord: https://discord.gg/vvKuCVNYCheck out the Terrible Terror Store On TeePublic! The new Corn Tree design is now available:http://tee.pub/lic/e7et5lQSSbw

Música nueva de NIN, Finger Eleven ft Filter, Cafe Tacuba, St Vicent y mucho más, en este conteo mensual de radiocensura.

Nin la qabtay kadib dabkii ka kacay Hultsfred. Darawal bas oo ku dhintay shil ka dhacay Trelleborg. Qiimaha cunada oo aan isbedelin bishii Luulyo.

Send me a text and please visit www.livefrommydrumroom.com A special Replay of E214 with NEW Foo Fighters drummer, Ilan Rubin! My guest is drummer and multi-instrumentalist, composer, producer and author, Ilan Rubin. In this episode we talk about Ilan's incredible career including being the youngest musician to be inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame with Nine Inch Nails, performing at Woodstock '99 at age 10, winning Modern Drummer's Best Undiscovered Drummer Award in 2001 and performing at the Modern Drummer Festival at age 12. We do a deep dive into Ilan's solo track "24HR Fix" and much more! We also discuss his new drum book, "Start Somewhere To Go Somewhere" available through Hudson Music. https://hudsonmusic.com/product/start... So come along for the ride and please subscribe! Leave a comment and write a review! Exciting news! Visit https://livefrommydrumroom.com for information on ordering Live From My Drum Room merch! 100% of the proceeds goes toward a newly created Live From My Drum Room Scholarship with the Percussive Arts Society! https://pas.org/pasic/scholarships. Thank you to everyone who's bought a shirt and hoodie to help support this endeavor! Live From My Drum Room With John DeChristopher! is a series of conversations with legendary drummers and Music Industry icons, hosted by drummer and music industry veteran, John DeChristopher, drawing from his five decades in the Music Industry. Created in 2020, and ranked BEST Drum Podcast, "Live From My Drum Room With John DeChristopher!" gives the audience an insider's view that only John can offer. And no drummers are harmed on any shows! Please subscribe!https://livefrommydrumroom.comwww.youtube.com/c/JohnDeChristopherLiveFromMyDrumRoom

Nin dhalinyaro ah ayaa lagu xukumay xabsi daain kadib markii uu dilay nin 25 jir ah. Qof ayaa loo xiray tuhun ah isku day dil, kadib toogasho ka dhacday guri ku yaal Södertälje. Wax-soo-saarka guud ee dalka Iswiidhen ayaa ku kordhay 0.9 boqolkiiba.

It's a "Born To Runner Up" themed episode this week, as we're each picking five of our second favourite records by specific artists. From underrated comebacks to idiosyncratic personal faves, we had a lot of fun making cases for each of these. We're also chiming in on the new NIN track from the forthcoming Tron: Ares soundtrack.

In this episode, the hosts of Metalology discuss the legendary Nine Inch Nails. They discuss the legacy Trent and Co. have left on the rock and metal landscape, how the bands sound has evolved over the years, Anthony's deep love and sentiment for NIN's music, as well as listen and discuss a playlist of songs that Anthony feels best represent the bands sound. The impact of Nine Inch Nails is on full display on this episode of Metalology. SUBSCRIBE ON YOUTUBE: https://youtu.be/N_W4x2SBySU?s...To follow our socials, tap our link right here: https://linktr.ee/MetrologyIf you wish to sponsor an upcoming episode of Metalology, email us at metalologypodcast@gmail@.com or DM us right now for pricing and details

Kristerson oo soo dhaweeyay ku dhawaaqista Trump ee ku saabsan hubka loo dirayo Yukreyn. Hay'adda sadaasha hawada SMHI oo ka digtay roobaba maahigaan ah. Nin lagu tuhunsan yahay in uu dilay dumar ayaa lagu sheegay xanuunka dhimirka.

What makes a truly unforgettable cover song? In this episode of Songs That Don't Suck, Mark breaks down the art of the perfect cover—from lounge-style rap medleys to Johnny Cash's legendary take on NIN. Plus, five new tracks you need to hear right now.To check out this week's songs on your platform of choice head to the website Songs That Don't SuckConnect with Songs That Don't Suck ~ ⁠⁠Instagram⁠ | BlueSky

Wiil 16 jir ah ayaa maanta xukun ku riday maxkamadda degmada Solna. Sicir bararka ayaa kor u kacay gaarayna boqolkiiba 2.8 bishii Juun. Nin ayaa la xiray ka dib markii uu diiday in uu bixiyo xisaabta looga yeeshay meel lagu caweeyo.

Nin gaari ku jiirsiiyay dhowr qof magaaladda Malmö. Dhakhtar ilko oo loo shaqaaleen luuqada Swedish ka oo magdhaw loo dalbay Koox buracd taleefanada oo xukun xabsi lagu riday

The American Bar Association (ABA) was founded in 1878 on a commitment to set the legal and ethical foundation for the American nation. Today, it exists as a membership organization and stands committed to its mission of defending liberty and pursuing justice. In August 2024, William "Bill" Bay became president of the ABA for the 2024-2025 term after more than 20 years in various leadership roles. His leadership thus far has been widely applauded due to his firm stance in support of the rule of law and defense of judicial independence.rnrnIn a June 1, 2025, President's Letter in the ABA Journal, Bill Bay did not mince his words: "Attacks on the rule of law, judges, lawyers, and the profession. The apparent disregard of due process. And now attacks on the ABA. All of this from our own government. The frequency and intensity show no sign of lessening." How are American lawyers standing up for the foundational principles that have served our country for 250 years?

Il 28 giugno ricorre l'anniversario della battaglia contro i Turchi del 1389. In occasione del Vidovdan – Giorno di San Vito – è prevista una gigantesca manifestazione di opposizione al governo serbo, organizzata dagli studenti.In Serbia sono in corso da mesi grandi manifestazioni di piazza contro il sistema di potere del presidente Aleksandar Vucic, accusato di una corruzione sistemica che minaccia gravemente lo stato di diritto. A Belgrado abbiamo incontrato Dejan Atanacković, artista e scrittore serbo di fama internazionale che si è impegnato nelle proteste fin dall'inizio fino a diventare uno dei volti più noti della “primavera serba”.Autore di progetti e installazioni di arte contemporanea esposte in tutto il mondo, Atanacković è da sempre un artista politico. Qualche anno fa ha dato alle stampe anche il suo primo romanzo, Lusitania, che nel 2018 si aggiudicato il prestigioso premio Nin, il più importante riconoscimento per la letteratura balcanica e in autunno uscirà anche in lingua italiana. Ci ha offerto uno sguardo sincero e autentico sul suo Paese e sulle dinamiche di una democrazia che ancora stenta ad assumere una forma compiuta.

This week we are totally Live as in its a Live special with reviews of Nine Inch Nails in Dublin, Primavera Sound , Glasgow Punk All-Dayer and Sam Fender.And we have guest reviewers , Jack Lovie does NIN and Primavera while Michael and top gig Paparazzi Craig Chisholm cover the Punk All Dayer in Glasgow which was headlined by the Sex Pistols. Terry gets in on the act with Sam Fender from Newcastle. And thats it totally and without a safety net, enjoy.

Noticias,lanzamientos y giras. Bon Jovi,The Hives,Oasis,Motley Crue, NIN,Korn,I Prevail.

On today's show, Jase wants free shit, Mike's cousin's taking the piss and Pugs has a brand new never done before content idea. TIMING THE STAMPS: (00:00) Intro - Mogeys still sick (04:07) Tom Petty at the BBQ (06:34) Mogey's new car (Kinda) (11:08) Charlie Gubb15:54 NIN upset (17:31) intro - Might just have a 2nd ReBurger (20:01) Would you rather?! (25:23) Jase gets peeved at Pug's packages (29:09) G-Lane vs a Coin33:13 Whats on the telly? (38:03) Intro - Keyzie ruined the chat (40:12) All Black Team List (44:14) Westpac Chopper appeal (47:49) What did we learn? Follow The Big Show on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/haurakibigshow Subscribe to the podcast now on iHeartRadio, YouTube, or wherever you get your podcasts! Featuring Jason Hoyte, Mike Minogue, and Keyzie, "The Big Show" drive you home weekdays from 4pm on Radio Hauraki. Providing a hilarious escape from reality for those ‘backbone’ New Zealanders with plenty of laughs and out-the-gate yarns. Download the full podcast here: iHeartRadio: www.iheart.com/podcast/1049-the-hauraki-big-show-71532051/?follow=true Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-hauraki-big-show/id1531952388 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/20OF8YadmJmvzWa7TGRnDI See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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The June Solstice marks a celestial milestone. In the Northern Hemisphere, the longest day of light and the moment the Sun shifts to its northern-most horizon at the Tropic of Cancer, sparking Cancer Season. In this episode, I guide you through the astrology of the Solstice and invite you into a mid-year reflection designed to reattune your leadership, business, and emotional value. With the Sun conjunct Jupiter, Moon exalted in Taurus, and Pluto stirring transformation, this Solstice isn't just seasonal, it's strategic. Learn how to reflect, prune, and nourish what matters most in your Work. nIn this episode, we also explore how Cancer season reveals the hidden power of emotional labor—and why this often invisible work is central to visionary, heart-centered leadership. It's time to revalue what truly sustains us.

As highly sensitives in business and leadership, our relationship with money often reflects stories from our past and stories that were never ours to begin with, but were handed down to us from our family of origin. In this final episode on Money Mindset 2.0, we explore the deeper terrain of money mindset transformation, not so that you can become someone or do something you don’t want to do, and not so that you can reach a certain income goal to prove that you’re successful, but so you can find HSP peace. Especially in these exceptional times, where this shift is not just necessary—it is part of our calling to rise up as leaders. The invitation is to become aware, focused, and intentional so you can rewrite the money story you’ve inherited and create from a place of empowerment, purpose and peace for your forever lifetime. In this episode, I guide you through the next steps of the Money Mindset 2.0 series on creating change intentionally. We revisit the transformational journey of identifying limiting beliefs and money triggers and taking personal responsibility for your money story. I share spiritual insights and affirmations, including guidance from teachings by Anaïs Nin and Tosha Silver, to support a mindset of empowerment and possibility. Through self-inquiry, and willingness to be in practice with shifting your money mindset, you’ll learn how do things differently, and step into consistent, supported action. Listen in to the end to receive guidance on how to continue working with shifting your money mindset weekly. The way forward is yours to choose. “There is a fierce focus required…for us Highly Sensitive Entrepreneurs and Leaders to accelerate our own growth in order to contribute our unique lens of leadership, whether in your business, your relationships, yourself.” – Heather Dominick Listen and Learn: 5:41: How to use money mindset to create intentional change 7:19: What are mantras to set a healthy money mindset 8:28: How to step into a deeper determination of self-creation 10:36: How to navigate change as a highly sensitive person “Guided by the spirit within I let go of all fear and doubt. I make wise choices that bring positive results. I am perfectly poised to adjust to changing circumstances with ease and grace.” – Heather Dominick Links and Resources: Get your copy of Heather's book DIFFERENT: http://www.differentthebook.com/ Get your copy of the HSE Training Kit: Survive to Thrive: http://www.shiftfromsurvivetothrive.com/ Get your copy of the HSE Assessment and Success Guide: http://www.myhsetype.com/ Listen to Episode 213 Money Mindset 2.0, Part 1: Limiting Beliefs: https://www.businessmiracles.com/podcast-episodes/money-mindset/ Learn more about this episode of Business Miracles at https://www.businessmiracles.com/214

In February 2025, Ken Martin, was elected chair of the Democratic National Committee (DNC). A longtime party leader and organizer, he brings more than 20 years of experience working on behalf of progressive candidates and causes. Martin has a career focused on unifying the Democratic Party and evolving its national infrastructure to meet the demands of the current political moment, a moment characterized by a rightward shift that ushered Donald Trump back to the White House.rnrnIn his first few months as DNC Chair, Martin launched his "Organizing Everywhere" tour, spreading the message that Democrats must organize everywhere, compete everywhere, and build locally.rnrnThis is seen as a strategic response to polling, coverage, and punditry suggesting deep challenges for the Democratic party.rnrnA Midwesterner and Minnesotan, Martin sets himself apart from the "inside the beltway" DC elite, and brings a state-based perspective to national leadership.

Nin and Dion read from her new book Son of a Bird, now available from Etruscan Press. They also read and discuss "Unrest," by Emily Fragos.Nin Andrews is the author of the six chapbooks and ten full-length poetry collections including The Last Orgasm (2020),Miss August (2017), and Why God is a Woman (2015). She isthe recipient of two Ohio individual artists grants, the PearlChapbook prize, The Wick Chapbook Prize, and the GeraldCable Award. Her collection, Why God is a Woman won theOhiona Prize for Poetry in 2016. Her work has been featuredin numerous journals and anthologies includingPloughshares, Agni, The Paris Review, four editions of BestAmerican Poetry, Great American Prose Poems from Poe to thePresent, and The Best American Erotic Poems. Her poetry hasbeen translated into Turkish, performed in Prague andanthologized in England, Australia, and Mongolia.

Feminine Sexuality-The Unveiling of Female Desire: Anaïs Nin's Poetic Probes Anais Nin Feminine Sexuality Prose & PoetryYou might know Anaïs Nin for her diaries, her remarkable honesty, but today, we're focusing on her pioneering work in the realm of sexuality, particularly female sexuality. And trust me, folks, she wasn't just writing about it; she was crafting a new language for it, a form of poetic prose that makes her observations sing. This is profound stuff, essential for understanding the essence of female experience.Let's start with her philosophy on desire itself. Nin believed desire was a fundamental force, a drive towards life and authenticity. She didn't shy away from its complexities, its shadows, or its ecstasies. Listen to this, from her work Delta of Venus, where she often captured the raw, untamed nature of longing:Grandpa Bill Asks You To: Think about that for a moment, folks. "A perverse desire to know and experience what is denied." She wasn't just talking about societal taboos, but the internal denials we place on ourselves. She saw desire as a path to self-knowledge, even when it led into uncomfortable territory. This is a crucial contribution – the idea that exploring our deepest desires, even the 'dark' ones, can be a form of healing and self-discovery. It's about accepting the full spectrum of human nature.Now, where Nin truly broke ground was in giving voice to the female experience of sexuality. For too long, narratives of desire were shaped primarily by men, for men. Nin, with astonishing courage, began to articulate the internal world of women, their sensations, their fantasies, their yearnings for connection and transcendence.Creative Solutions for Holistic Healthcare"There is a perversity in things, a perverse desire to know and experience what is denied, what is forbidden, what is dark."Sexuality The Feminine Perspective-#AnaisNin,#FemaleSexuality,#LiteraryErotica,#PoeticProse,#GrandpaBillHeals,#BH SalesKennelKelpHolisticHealingHour,#UnveilingDesire,#WomensVoices,#FeminineSensuality,#PsychoanalyticLiterature,#LiteraryIcon,#BeyondTaboo,#SelfDiscovery,#ArtOfDesire,#BHSKKHHR,

We love the idea of being objective. Open-minded. Willing to learn new things, unlearn old things, admit when we get things wrong and to look at 'old things' through a new lens or perhaps even, someone else's lens. Telling others how objective we are makes us feel good about ourselves. It's considered a noble trait and something that's socially desirable and who doesn't want that? But as Anaïs Nin told us over a hundred years ago. "you don't see things as they are, you see them as you are." So there's that. Enjoy.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Anaïs Nin was a literary pioneer who wrote boldly about the inner lives of women long before it was culturally accepted. Her work, including Delta of Venus, Little Birds, The House of Incest, and her 16-volume diary, continues to influence generations of writers. Nin's life was as unconventional as her prose. She trained in psychoanalysis with Otto Rank, conducted passionate affairs with both Henry Miller and his wife June, and for a time maintained two simultaneous marriages on opposite coasts. Her diaries chronicle these transgressions with brutal honesty and no small amount of poetic insight. She also had a deep connection to Big Sur and to Esalen. She once described this coastline as “a curving hand cupped around a secret." In many ways, she was a secret, too: mysterious, erotic, intuitive and ahead of her time. This is Anaïs Nin in her own voice, in 1972, with the original Q and A/ audience interaction.

Tus comentarios son muy valiosos. Envía un mensaje de texto.Se afirma que fue el cantante cubano Kiko Mendive el primero en interpretar los géneros musicales cubanos en México. Y, también, quien introdujo el personaje del pachuco, lo cual suele atribuirse al cómico Tin Tan. Nacido en La Habana, llega a México como parte de una compañía afrocubana. Se convierte en solista y comienza en espectáculos y en cabaret. Un paso importante lo dio al ingresar a la Orquesta de su compatriota Arturo Núñez. Pero fue en el cine mexicano donde triunfó primero, en una serie de películas junto a las rumberas Blanquita Amaro, Amalia Aguilar y, principalmente, María Antonieta Pons. Después vendría su catálogo de discos, grabados por los sellos Columbia y RCA Victor. Kiko y la también cubana Ninón Sevilla llevan a Pérez Prado por primera vez a México. El propio Kiko Mendive propicia el debut de Prado en la cinematografía mexicana. Este episodio brinda más detalles de la vida del desconocido Kiko. En el Calendario Musical de Cuba, el recuerdo del sonero Nelo Sosa y de las primeras grabaciones del Trío Matamoros.Support the show¡SUSCRÍBETE!: https://www.buzzsprout.com/1702252/subscribe

The image was fake. The "bias" was real. The truth was different. "Bias is like a weed. It starts out small. But left to its own, it grows deep, spreads wide, and quietly chokes out better thoughts." — Lee Brower "We do not see things as they are, we see them as we are." — Anaïs Nin (our perspective is often colored by internal bias- unless we pause and we pivot.) "The greatest enemy of knowledge is not ignorance, it is the illusion of knowledge." — Stephen Hawking "Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate." — Carl Jung ( e.g. biPas™-- pausing to recognize and redirect unconscious bias.) "What is not named cannot be transformed." — Dr. Edith Eger, Holocaust survivor and psychologist. (Supports making 'Standby Moment' an asset, not just an anecdote.)

Welcome to the Internet 5-21-2025 …All the News is Bad … What is the term “Red Velvet” being used for? …Guido Gagootz has got some problems …He's got that Thick Ass Vibe ...NIN ruins Funky Town

"Time spent traveling on trains, just staring out the window: I don't think that's lost time. That's when we have our best ideas." –Kim Krizan In this episode of Deviate, Rolf and Kiki introduce their interview with Kim Krizan by talking about their own personal love of the movie Before Sunrise, and how they first experienced it (0:30); Kim talks about her early travel experiences in Czechoslovakia as a teenager, and in England in her twenties (14:30); how the low-information technological moment of travel in the 1990s doesn't exist anymore in the 2020s (23:30); how Kim became involved with helping Richard Linklater write Before Sunrise, and their creative process in working together (34:00); Kim's ongoing relationship to the movie, 30 years after it came out (44:00); and an "Easter egg" segment featuring Kiki reading Melissa Fite Johnson's poem "Before Sunrise on the VCR" (55:30). Kim Krizan (@kimkrizan) is the Oscar-nominated cowriter of the Before Sunrise movies, and the author of Spy in the House of Anaïs Nin. Kristen “Kiki” Bush is an actress, known for Paterno, Liberal Arts, Suits, Law & Order: SVU, and onstage performances at Manhattan Theatre Club, The Public, and Lincoln Center. Notable Links: 2025 Screenwriting in Paris class, with Kim Krizan (creative writing class) Paris Writing Workshops (summer learning-vacation classes) Before Sunrise (1995 movie) Before Sunset (2004 movie) Ethan Hawke (American actor and director) Julie Delpy (French actress and director) Richard Linklater (American filmmaker) Kristen "Kiki" Bush in People, Places & Things (2022 play at the Studio Theatre) Thoughts on watching the Before trilogy, 25 years on, by Rolf Potts (essay) BritRail (train pass in the UK) London A-Z (street atlas) Siouxsie and the Banshees (British rock band) Wembley Stadium (London venue) Continuous partial attention (behavior) Slacker (1990 film) Dazed and Confused (1993 film) Anaïs Nin (French-American diarist and novelist) Eurail Pass (train pass to 33 European countries) The Game Camera (trailer for 2025 short film made by Kiki and Rolf) Uncle Vanya (play by Anton Chekhov) Robert Falls (former artistic director of Chicago's Goodman Theater) Melissa Fite Johnson (poet) The Deviate theme music comes from the title track of Cedar Van Tassel's 2017 album Lumber. Note: We don't host a “comments” section, but we're happy to hear your questions and insights via email, at deviate@rolfpotts.com.

This week on Grumpy Old Geeks: FOLLOW UP kicks off with Manus madness, a $2 million ticket to Trump's crypto cash-grab, and Elon's Boring Company worming its way into an $8 billion Amtrak boondoggle. Meanwhile, CryptoPunks gets handed off to a nonprofit like an expired Groupon—proof the NFT hype cycle ends with a 501(c)(3) and a shrug.IN THE NEWS, Microsoft trims another 3% of its workforce while a former Metaverse engineer delivers DoorDash from a trailer—living proof that “the future of work” is just working for the apps. Klarna quietly admits AI sucks at customer service and hires back actual people, just as OpenAI's reasoning models hit the brakes. The Pope wants to exorcise AI, Elon's backfiring Copyright Office coup leaves him empty-handed, and YouTube starts banning AI-faked trailers that made Screen Culture money off Marvel lies. Jamie Lee Curtis goes full Final Girl on Zuckerberg, and Tesla drama ramps up: robotaxis under investigation, employees revolting, and one poor dealership manager gets canned for telling the truth about ol' Musky. Oh, and scientists say the universe might die sooner than expected—cool cool cool.In MEDIA CANDY, Murderbot arrives May 16, NIN launches the Future Ruins Festival, and Star Trek and Star Wars both dig up classic soundtracks for some retro feels. Jessica Jones returns in Daredevil: Born Again, Fallout gets Seasons 2 and 3, and even Nobody 2 is back for more murder-dad mayhem. In THE DARK SIDE WITH DAVE, Mr. Bittner shares two truly bleak customer service horror stories and gets bamboozled by a flower shop on Brian's birthday (happy birthday, Brian!). Also: animatronic Mickey Mouse serves popcorn, Walt Disney's ghost haunts the parks, Muppets get a pre-show for their 70th, and yes, there's a guide to toilet-training your cat. Because sure, why not. Closing shout-out? Everyone is entitled to my own opinion.Sponsors:Insta360 - The first 30 people who use code “gog” at store.insta360.com get a free 45” invisible selfie stick worth $25!DeleteMe - Head over to JoinDeleteMe.com/GOG and use the code "GOG" for 20% off.Private Internet Access - Go to GOG.Show/vpn and sign up today. For a limited time only, you can get OUR favorite VPN for as little as $2.03 a month.SetApp - With a single monthly subscription you get 240+ apps for your Mac. Go to SetApp and get started today!!!1Password - Get a great deal on the only password manager recommended by Grumpy Old Geeks! gog.show/1passwordShow notes at https://gog.show/697FOLLOW UPLeave it to ManusA VIP Seat at Donald Trump's Crypto Dinner Cost at Least $2 MillionElon's Boring Company Is ‘Helping' the Government With an $8 Billion Amtrak Tunnel ProjectCryptoPunks was just sold to a nonprofitIN THE NEWSMicrosoft is laying off 3 percent of its global workforceLaid-Off Metaverse Engineer Says He Is DoorDashing and Living in a TrailerSilicon Valley's Elusive Fantasy of a Computer as Smart as YouKlarna Hiring Back Human Help After Going All-In on AIImprovements in 'reasoning' AI models may slow down soon, analysis findsThe New Pope Wants to Take on AIElon Musk's apparent power play at the Copyright Office completely backfiredCopyright Office head fired after reporting AI training isn't always fair useYouTube Cracks Down on Fake Movie Trailer Channels Making MoneyJamie Lee Curtis publicly shamed Mark Zuckerberg to remove a deepfaked adTesla's robotaxi plans have the attention of federal investigatorsA Tesla Dealership Manager Blamed Elon Musk for Tanking Sales and Was Immediately FiredTesla Employees Against ElonOpen Letter to ElonOpen Letter to Elon - @openletter2elonScientists Just Moved Up the Death Date of the UniverseMEDIA CANDYMurderbot premiers May 16thStar Trek: The Wrath of Khan Original Motion Picture SoundtrackStar Wars: The Empire Strikes Back Original Motion Picture SoundtrackNine Inch Nails Announce Future Ruins Festival, Celebrating Influential Music ComposersAndorRogue OneLong Way HomeKrysten Ritter Will Return as Jessica Jones in Daredevil: Born Again Season 2Fallout Season 2 Coming in December and Season 3 Is a GoNobody 2 | Official TrailerSuperman | Official Trailer | DCStar Trek: Strange New Worlds Finally Returns This JulyStar Trek: Prodigy May Need a New Home Again SoonESPN's streaming service will cost up to $30 per month and be called... ESPNFox One is a new streaming service that should launch before SeptemberMax Renamed HBO Max as Warner Bros. Discovery Gives UpLived Through That - Episode 76 - Andy PrieboyTHE DARK SIDE WITH DAVEDave BittnerThe CyberWireHacking HumansCaveatControl LoopOnly Malware in the BuildingA SpaceX Employee Says He Was Fired for the Most Insane ReasonYou Can Now Eat Popcorn Out of a Moving, Talking Mickey Mouse at DisneylandDisney Says It Made Its Walt Disney Robot to Remind Fans He Was an Actual PersonDisneyland Didn't Want to Do the Muppets Totally Dirty for Their 70th AnniversaryMuppets Pre-Show for World of Color Happiness! at Disneyland Resort for 70th AnniversaryHow to Toilet-Train Your Cat: 21 Days to a Litter-Free HomeHow to Toilet-Train Your Cat: 21 Days to a Litter-Free Home DownloadCLOSING SHOUT-OUTSeveryone is entitled to my own opinionSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

"Time spent traveling on trains, just staring out the window: I don't think that's lost time. That's when we have our best ideas." –Kim Krizan In this episode of Deviate, Rolf and Kiki introduce their interview with Kim Krizan by talking about their own personal love of the movie Before Sunrise, and how they first experienced it (0:30); Kim talks about her early travel experiences in Czechoslovakia as a teenager, and in England in her twenties (14:30); how the low-information technological moment of travel in the 1990s doesn't exist anymore in the 2020s (23:30); how Kim became involved with helping Richard Linklater write Before Sunrise, and their creative process in working together (34:00); Kim's ongoing relationship to the movie, 30 years after it came out (44:00); and an "Easter egg" segment featuring Kiki reading Melissa Fite Johnson's poem "Before Sunrise on the VCR" (55:30). Kim Krizan (@kimkrizan) is the Oscar-nominated cowriter of the Before Sunrise movies, and the author of Spy in the House of Anaïs Nin. Kristen “Kiki” Bush is an actress, known for Paterno, Liberal Arts, Suits, Law & Order: SVU, and onstage performances at Manhattan Theatre Club, The Public, and Lincoln Center. Notable Links: 2025 Screenwriting in Paris class, with Kim Krizan (creative writing class) Paris Writing Workshops (summer learning-vacation classes) Before Sunrise (1995 movie) Before Sunset (2004 movie) Ethan Hawke (American actor and director) Julie Delpy (French actress and director) Richard Linklater (American filmmaker) Kristen "Kiki" Bush in People, Places & Things (2022 play at the Studio Theatre) Thoughts on watching the Before trilogy, 25 years on, by Rolf Potts (essay) BritRail (train pass in the UK) London A-Z (street atlas) Siouxsie and the Banshees (British rock band) Wembley Stadium (London venue) Continuous partial attention (behavior) Slacker (1990 film) Dazed and Confused (1993 film) Anaïs Nin (French-American diarist and novelist) Eurail Pass (train pass to 33 European countries) The Game Camera (trailer for 2025 short film made by Kiki and Rolf) Uncle Vanya (play by Anton Chekhov) Robert Falls (former artistic director of Chicago's Goodman Theater) Melissa Fite Johnson (poet) The Deviate theme music comes from the title track of Cedar Van Tassel's 2017 album Lumber. Note: We don't host a “comments” section, but we're happy to hear your questions and insights via email, at deviate@rolfpotts.com.

Wilbur Ross has earned a reputation as one of the nation's hard-nosed negotiators and "King of Bankruptcy" over his 55-year career on Wall Street. This reputation, in part, landed him among Bloomberg's 50 most influential people in global finance, and a role as Secretary of Commerce during Trump's first administration.rnrnAfter coming to Washington, Ross faced tough challenges, yet survived in his post for all four years. During his tenure, Ross was involved in negotiating and implementing tariffs on China and elsewhere. Undoubtedly, there are few others with deep insight into the mind of President Trump, and the President's motives on tariffs, taxes, and deregulation policies.rnrnIn his latest book, Risks and Returns: Creating Success in Business and Life, Ross explains how he got to the top and stayed there. The book serves as a candid reflection of a life lived at the pinnacle of Wall Street, New York, and Palm Beach society, and the Trump administration.

As Russia's war with Ukraine entered a fourth year on February 24, 2025, several things happened. Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky visited the White House to be told by President Trump that he "did not have the cards;" the US began to pull back aid for Ukrainian forces; and shortly after that Ukraine secured the support of European Union allies and launched a drone attack directly on Moscow. Meanwhile, Russian President Vladimir Putin put his own conditions on any potential ceasefire deal.rnrnIn the pages of The Atlantic, Johns Hopkins professor Eliot Cohen weighed in, arguing that Russia is actually losing the war. "Ukraine has plenty of cards," Cohen wrote, "even if Trump and Vance can't see them."rnrnHowever and whenever it ends, the resolution of this conflict could have a tectonic impact on geopolitics and power dynamics in Europe and throughout the world. Ambassador Paula Dobriansky joins Professor Cohen in a conversation about the prospects for an enduring peace and the greater impact of the conflict on the region and the global order.

durée : 00:57:59 - Toute une vie - par : Manon de La Selle - De ses onze ans jusqu'à sa mort, Anaïs Nin n'a cessé d'écrire son "Journal", où elle transforme ses épreuves en aventures et son existence en un voyage mythologique dans le labyrinthe de sa psyché. Portrait d'une “illusionniste au pouvoir réel”. - réalisation : Anne Fleury

We had a laffun good time with our good pal and legendary drummer Josh Freese (Foo Fighters, Devo, NIN) who brought his stories from a lifetime in music and his Laffun Granny Head, incriminating footage of Tom Scharpling from the Get L.Aid benefit show last week, breaking Trump computer news, incriminating footage of AUSTIN in New Mexico, and musical guest Hasco Enjoyments (aka JP Hasson's new project) performing “Finance, Fashion, Healthcare and Sports" from the new album "Wow!"'Hasco Enjoyments is: JP Hasson - Baritone Guitar; Nick Reinhart (Tera Melos, Pinback, Portugal The Man, Death Grips) - Synth Guitar; Taylor Plenn (Man Man, Tim Heidecker) - Soprano Sax; Connor Gallaher (Tim Heidecker & The Very Good Band, Calexico) - Pedal SteelGet another hour of the show, the ad-free podcast and all the archives with a FREE seven-day trial at patreon.com/officehourslive.Don't miss Tim Fest 2 in AUSTIN on March 28 & 29 featuring Office Hours Live, On Cinema, Tim Heidecker & more at timheidecker.com/liveGet more musical enjoyments at hascoenjoyments.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoicesSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

We had a laffun good time with our good pal and legendary drummer Josh Freese (Foo Fighters, Devo, NIN) who brought his stories from a lifetime in music and his Laffun Granny Head, incriminating footage of Tom Scharpling from the Get L.Aid benefit show last week, breaking Trump computer news, incriminating footage of AUSTIN in New Mexico, and musical guest Hasco Enjoyments (aka JP Hasson's new project) performing “Finance, Fashion, Healthcare and Sports" from the new album "Wow!"' Hasco Enjoyments is: JP Hasson - Baritone Guitar; Nick Reinhart (Tera Melos, Pinback, Portugal The Man, Death Grips) - Synth Guitar; Taylor Plenn (Man Man, Tim Heidecker) - Soprano Sax; Connor Gallaher (Tim Heidecker & The Very Good Band, Calexico) - Pedal Steel Don't miss Tim Fest 2 in AUSTIN on March 28 & 29 featuring Office Hours Live, On Cinema, Tim Heidecker & more at timheidecker.com/live Get more musical enjoyments at hascoenjoyments.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices