Podcasts about Nose

“You've made soup!” is a phrase French perfume teachers often say to their students. In the world of fragrance, soup refers to a perfume that smells muddy, flat, or undefined. But what causes a scent to turn into “soup,” and how can you prevent it? In this week's episode, Karen breaks down the many ways a perfume can lose its clarity and character, often through well-intentioned choices that seem right at first. Tune in to learn the common pitfalls. KEY TAKEAWAYS One easy way to achieve a muddy scent is by constantly adding materials on top of each other, just because you like them. Karen explains why this is a bad idea.  Copying a notes list from a perfume you admire is another fast track to achieving a muddy scent. So why do people do it, and why should you avoid it? Understanding scent structure is crucial to creating a well-balanced perfume. Karen breaks down why this is and why it should be the first thing you master. Nose fatigue is a very real thing, and it can lead you to make crucial mistakes when creating a scent. Karen shares her top tips to avoid this trap. BEST MOMENTS  “Adding more materials won't fix anything; it will just make your fragrance more dense and confusing.” “Sometimes a space in a formulation is what gives it its strength.” “Every time you make a formulation, make notes, and you will be moving forward.” VALUABLE RESOURCES Studio classes Materials Mastery Getting Started Guide Artisan Perfumery Mastermind   ABOUT THE HOST Fragrance expert, author, teacher and speaker; Karen Gilbert runs courses in the UK and online which demystify the secretive world of perfumery in a fun and interactive way.  Karen has inspired thousands of students to explore their olfactory sense and create their own personalised fragrances. With extensive product development experience in both the commercial perfumery and the organic skincare industry, Karen is able to offer a unique insight into creating natural and mixed media fragrances for fine fragrance, room scents and skincare/bodycare products using commercial perfumery techniques. Karen is also a certified meditation teacher and has a passion for helping people to create daily rituals that integrate scent with other modalities to shift state and increase your sense of wellbeing. CONTACT DETAILS Website Instagram Facebook YouTube Email This Podcast has been brought to you by Disruptive Media. https://disruptivemedia.co.uk/

La herencia que nos dejó Dios en Cristo debe de usarse activamente en buenas obras para la Gloria del Padre Celestial, como lo dice Efesios capítulo 2, y como tomamos de lección del primer libro de Crónicas capítulo 28, estamos llamados a tener siempre presente a Dios, para cumplir su voluntad y edificar su templo ¡Ánimo y manos a la obra!

Fluent Fiction - Norwegian: Zombie Thrills and Spooky Chills: Facing Fears in Oslo's Park Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/no/episode/2025-11-08-23-34-02-no Story Transcript:No: I Oslo, på en kjølig høstdag, var parken full av skriking og latter.En: In Oslo, on a chilly autumn day, the park was full of screaming and laughter.No: Løvtrærne kastet fargerike skygger over gatene, mens folk ikledd grove, blodige kostymer beveget seg som treg zombier.En: The deciduous trees cast colorful shadows over the streets, as people dressed in rough, bloody costumes moved like slow zombies.No: Det var en spesiell dag i fornøyelsesparken, for de arrangerte et zombie-tema eventyr.En: It was a special day at the amusement park because they were hosting a zombie-themed adventure.No: Erlend, en fyr med overflod av fantasi og en stadig voksende liste over bekymringer, kikket nervøst rundt seg.En: Erlend, a guy with an abundance of imagination and a constantly growing list of worries, looked nervously around.No: "Sigrid, jeg er ikke sikker på dette," hvisket han, mens han holdt et fast grep om hånden hennes.En: " Sigrid, I'm not sure about this," he whispered, while holding a firm grip on her hand.No: Sigrid lo og kastet øynene mot himmelen.En: Sigrid laughed and rolled her eyes towards the sky.No: "Erlend, det er bare skuespillere. Kom igjen, slapp av! Dette er en dag for moro," sa hun og trakk ham ivrig videre.En: "Erlend, they're just actors. Come on, relax! This is a day for fun," she said, eagerly pulling him along.No: Men Erlend kunne ikke la være å merke den kalde kriblingen bak i nakken.En: But Erlend couldn't help but notice the cold tingling at the back of his neck.No: "Hva om det er ekte? Vi må være forsiktige," insisterte han og snudde seg raskt for å se en skuespiller som beveget seg som en halt zombie.En: "What if it's real? We have to be careful," he insisted, quickly turning to see an actor moving like a limping zombie.No: Sigrid ristet på hodet med tålmodig smil.En: Sigrid shook her head with a patient smile.No: "Erlend, Gi meg en sjanse til å vise deg rundt. Se, der borte er hjørnesteinen, det perfekte stedet å ta bilder," sa hun og ledet ham videre nedover de dunkle stiene fylt med tåke.En: "Erlend, give me a chance to show you around. Look, over there is the cornerstone, the perfect place to take pictures," she said, leading him further down the dim trails filled with fog.No: Imens ble Erlend mer og mer overbevist om at han var i en ekte zombieapokalypse.En: Meanwhile, Erlend became more and more convinced that he was in a real zombie apocalypse.No: Han husket på alle filmene han hadde sett, reglene han skulle følge.En: He remembered all the movies he had seen, the rules he should follow.No: Plutselig, i et øyeblikks panikk, grep han mikrofonen fra en nærliggende bod og begynte å advare besøkende.En: Suddenly, in a moment of panic, he grabbed the microphone from a nearby booth and began warning visitors.No: "Ta dekning! De kommer!" ropte han med store øyne i frykt.En: "Take cover! They're coming!" he shouted, wide-eyed in fear.No: Situasjonen ble en stor forvikling.En: The situation became a great confusion.No: Skuespillere og publikummere ble forvirret, mens Sigrid måtte holde seg tilbake for ikke å le.En: Actors and audience members were bewildered, while Sigrid had to hold back from laughing.No: Kjærlig grep hun tak i Erlend og førte ham til kontrollrommet bak kulissene.En: Lovingly, she took hold of Erlend and led him to the control room behind the scenes.No: "Se her, Erlend," sa hun rolig og åpnet døren hvor skuespillerne tok en pause og tok selfies.En: "Look here, Erlend," she said calmly and opened the door where the actors were taking a break and snapping selfies.No: Erlend gned øynene.En: Erlend rubbed his eyes.No: "Så... så de er ikke ekte?" spurte han.En: "So... so they're not real?" he asked.No: "Ikke i det hele tatt. Dette er bare et show for moro skyld!" bekreftet Sigrid, med en glimt i øyet.En: "Not at all. This is just a show for fun!" confirmed Sigrid, with a twinkle in her eye.No: De to ble igjen møtt med lettelse og latter fra alle skuespillerne.En: They were met again with relief and laughter from all the actors.No: Erlend innså sitt feiltrinn, og mens rødmen spredte seg, brast han ut i latter sammen med Sigrid.En: Erlend realized his mistake, and as the blush spread, he burst into laughter along with Sigrid.No: De avsluttet dagen med å helhjertet kaste seg inn i opplevelsene, uten frykt eller bekymring.En: They ended the day by wholeheartedly throwing themselves into the experiences, without fear or worry.No: Da solen begynte å gå ned, kjente Erlend seg lettet og mer avslappet enn noen gang.En: As the sun began to set, Erlend felt relieved and more relaxed than ever.No: "Du hadde rett, Sigrid. Det var utrolig morsomt," sa han.En: "You were right, Sigrid. It was incredibly fun," he said.No: "Og fra nå av skal jeg prøve å la fantasien min hvile litt," la han til med et lurt smil.En: "And from now on, I'll try to let my imagination rest a bit," he added with a sly smile.No: Sammen gikk de ut av parken, hånd i hånd, klar til å ta når som helst eventyr måtte møte dem, selv om det inkluderte skranglete zombier.En: Together, they walked out of the park, hand in hand, ready to take on any adventure that might come their way, even if it included rickety zombies. Vocabulary Words:chilly: kjøligdeciduous: løvtrærneabundance: overflodconstantly: stadiggrip: greptingling: kriblingenlimping: haltcornerstone: hjørnesteinendim: dunkletrails: stienefog: tåkeconvinced: overbevistpanic: panikkbooth: bodbewildered: forvirretpatient: tålmodigcontrol room: kontrollrommetscenes: kulissenerelief: lettelseblush: rødmenrelaxed: avslappetsly: lurtrickety: skrangleteadventure: eventyrimagination: fantasinervously: nervøsteagerly: ivrigfirmly: fastwholeheartedly: helhjertetfear: frykt

Fluent Fiction - Norwegian: Autumn Tales: Uncovering Secrets in an Abandoned Viking Village Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/no/episode/2025-11-08-08-38-20-no Story Transcript:No: Høstluften var klar og kjølig mens Sindre og Lina vandret gjennom den forlatte vikinglandsbyen.En: The autumn air was clear and cool as Sindre and Lina wandered through the abandoned Viking village.No: Fargene på trærne var utrolige — rødt, gult, og oransje blandet sammen som et maleri.En: The colors of the trees were incredible — red, yellow, and orange mixed together like a painting.No: De rustikke trehusene var dekket av slyngplanter, som viklet seg rundt takene som gamle vikinghistorier.En: The rustic wooden houses were covered with climbing plants, winding around the roofs like ancient Viking tales.No: Sindre studerte hver detalj rundt seg med stor interesse.En: Sindre studied every detail around him with great interest.No: «Se, Lina!En: "Look, Lina!No: Tror du dette var en gammel vikinghall?En: Do you think this was an old Viking hall?"No: » spurte han, mens han pekte mot en stor, nesten sammenrast bygning.En: he asked, pointing to a large, almost collapsed building.No: Lina himlet med øynene, men smilte.En: Lina rolled her eyes but smiled.No: «Det ser ut som en gammel låve, Sindre.En: "It looks like an old barn, Sindre."No: »Mens de ruslet videre, snublet de over et mystisk sted.En: As they strolled further, they stumbled upon a mysterious place.No: Det var en sirkel av steiner, med tegn malt i blek rød farge.En: It was a circle of stones with signs painted in pale red color.No: Sindre stirret med store øyne.En: Sindre stared wide-eyed.No: «Dette må være et gammelt ritualområde!En: "This must be an old ritual site!"No: »Lina var skeptisk.En: Lina was skeptical.No: «Eller kanskje det bare er en pranks av noen ungdommer.En: "Or maybe it's just a prank by some teenagers."No: »Men Sindre var ikke i tvil.En: But Sindre had no doubt.No: Han ønsket å være en del av historien.En: He wanted to be a part of history.No: «Jeg tror vi bør prøve å gjøre ritualet.En: "I think we should try to do the ritual.No: Kanskje vi avdekker et stykke ekte vikinghistorie!En: Maybe we'll uncover a piece of real Viking history!"No: »Lina lo, men hennes nysgjerrighet ble vekket.En: Lina laughed, but her curiosity was piqued.No: «Greit, hva er planen din, vikingen?En: "Okay, what's your plan, Viking?"No: »Sindre så oppglødd ut og begynte å lese fra en gammel bok han hadde med seg.En: Sindre looked excited and started reading from an old book he had with him.No: Han startet en rekke sakte bevegelser, og Lina, smittet av hans entusiasme, deltok motvillig.En: He began a series of slow movements, and Lina, caught up in his enthusiasm, reluctantly joined in.No: Akkurat da de skulle gjøre ferdig ritualet, hørte de en stemme bak seg.En: Just as they were about to finish the ritual, they heard a voice behind them.No: En eldre herre sto der, kledd i historisk kostyme.En: An older gentleman stood there, dressed in historical costume.No: «Dere må være her for festivalen,» sa han.En: "You must be here for the festival," he said.No: Sindre og Lina stoppet og stirret.En: Sindre and Lina stopped and stared.No: «Festivalen?En: "The festival?"No: » spurte Sindre, litt forvirret.En: Sindre asked, a bit confused.No: Den eldre mannen lo.En: The older man laughed.No: «Ja, dette er bare en del av våre forberedelser til den årlige reenactment-festivalen.En: "Yes, this is just part of our preparations for the annual reenactment festival.No: Dette stedet er egentlig en øvelse for lokalhistorikergruppen!En: This place is actually a practice area for the local history group!"No: »Lina lo og ristet på hodet.En: Lina laughed and shook her head.No: «Så vi gjorde våre egne avslutninger!En: "So we made our own conclusions!"No: »Sindre kunne ikke annet enn å le sammen.En: Sindre couldn't help but laugh along.No: Han innså at noen ganger, uansett hvor stor interessen for historie er, kan virkeligheten være helt annerledes enn man forventer.En: He realized that sometimes, regardless of how great the interest in history is, reality can be entirely different than expected.No: «Vi bør kanskje bli med på festivalen, Lina.En: "Maybe we should join the festival, Lina.No: Hva sier du?En: What do you say?"No: »«Selvfølgelig,» svarte Lina.En: "Of course," Lina replied.No: «Jeg ville ikke gått glipp av en ekte vikingfest for noe i verden.En: "I wouldn't miss a real Viking party for anything in the world."No: »Slik ble Sindre og Lina med på forberedelsene, der de kledde seg i vikingkostymer og deltok i reenactmentet med stor glede.En: Thus, Sindre and Lina joined the preparations, where they dressed in Viking costumes and participated in the reenactment with great joy.No: Sindre lærte å sette pris på hvordan historien kunne leve videre gjennom moderne tradisjoner.En: Sindre learned to appreciate how history could live on through modern traditions.No: De gamle vikingene ville kanskje ha humret de også om de hadde sett resultatet.En: The old Vikings might have chuckled too if they had seen the result.No: Så endte en dag i immersjon med en historie de begge ville huske, og kanskje gjenfortelle, med et stor smil om leppene.En: So ended a day immersed in a story they both would remember, and perhaps retell, with a big smile on their faces.No: Historien lever videre, som alltid - på sitt egenartige vis.En: The story lives on, as always - in its own unique way. Vocabulary Words:abandoned: forlatteincredible: utroligerustic: rustikkewinding: vikletancient: gamlecollapsed: sammenraststrolled: rusletmysterious: mystiskritual: ritualskeptical: skeptiskuncover: avdekkercuriosity: nysgjerrighetreluctantly: motvilligenthusiasm: entusiasmereenactment: reenactmentpreparations: forberedelserlocal history group: lokalhistorikergruppenreality: virkelighetenappreciate: sette pris påimmersed: immersjonprank: pranksenthusiastic: oppgløddparticipated: deltokcostume: kostymefestival: festivalenchuckled: humretresult: resultatetmodern traditions: moderne tradisjonersmiled: smilteunique: egenartige

Con las historietas de Vallès, sus lectores del extrarradio nos hicimos de Barcelona. Nos decía que todo lo que sospechábamos era cierto. Su trazo sucio arremetía contra un mundo sucio. Pero ese dibujo sucio estaba a lleno de pureza.

Manuel Llamas entrevista al secretario general de la Plataforma Cívica por la Independencia Judicial para abordar las claves del juicio contra el FGE

Blue Moon is the ninth movie directed by Richard Linklater and starring Ethan Hawke. It is written by Robert Kaplow and “inspired by” the letters of Lorenz Hart and Elizabeth Weiland. Hawke plays Hart on the night that the Rodgers and Hammerstein musical Oklahoma! opens on Broadway. And: Springsteen: Deliver Me from Nowhere is written and directed by Scott Cooper based on the book Deliver Me from Nowhere by Warren Zanes. It stars Jeremy Allen White in the title role, and it mostly tells the story of Springsteen writing and recording his 1982 album, Nebraska, and some of the material that appeared on his 1984 followup, Born in the U.S.A. GUESTS: Rebecca Castellani: Co-founder of Quiet Corner Communications and director of marketing at Washington Montessori School Jim Chapdelaine: An Emmy-winning musician and a patient advocate for people with rare cancers Rich Hollant: Founder and principal of CO:LAB, a hall of fame designer, and a co-partner at CENTER Steve Metcalf: Founder and director of the Garmany concert series at the University of Hartford’s Hartt School Irene Papoulis: Taught writing for a long time at Trinity College MUSIC FEATURED (in order): Everything I’ve Got – Blossom Dearie Mountain Greenery – Shirley Horn Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered – Ella Fitzgerald Nebraska – Jeremy Allen White I’m on Fire – Jeremy Allen White I’ll See You on the Radio – Grayson Hugh The Colin McEnroe Show is available as a podcast on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Amazon Music, TuneIn, Listen Notes, or wherever you get your podcasts. Subscribe and never miss an episode! Subscribe to The Noseletter, an email compendium of merriment, secrets, and ancient wisdom brought to you by The Colin McEnroe Show. Join the conversation on Facebook and Twitter. Colin McEnroe and Dylan Reyes contributed to this show.Support the show: http://www.wnpr.org/donateSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Esta semana en Diario de una Podcaster CEO te abro las puertas (literalmente) al detrás de cámaras operativo de PodLatinas.Estoy convencida de algo: 

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#investigación #federales #parguera La evidencia de que hay una investigación activa sobre la reconstrucción de la casa de los suegros de la gobernadora, Jenniffer González, en La Parguera. El tracto desde el 2023 y cómo se ha activado un grupo de trabajo de agencias federales en el caso hasta que una orden de allanamiento de este años lo confirma fuera de dudas. ¡Conéctate, comenta y comparte! #periodismoindependiente #periodismodigital #periodismoinvestigativo tiktok.com: @bonitaradio Facebook: bonitaradio Instagram: bonitaradio X: Bonita_Radio

Original Air Date: 09-12-2025Host: Jasmine T. Kency, M.D., Associate Professor of Internal Medicine and Pediatrics at the University of Mississippi Medical Center.Guest: Rakesh K. Chandra, M.D., Professor in the Department of Otolaryngology at the University of Mississippi Medical CenterTopic: Otolaryngology or Ear, Nose, and Throat (ENT)Email the show: remedy@mpbonline.org. If you enjoy listening to this podcast, please consider contributing to MPB. https://donate.mpbfoundation.org/mspb/podcast. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

En conversación con El Líbero, el coordinador en seguridad del comando de Kast aborda la estrategia de campaña. el video de Matthei donde apunta a Kast y Jara y la irrupción de Kaiser. Además, se refiere a la posibilidad de que Jeannette Jara renuncie a su militancia en el Partido Comunista.

#investigación #federales #parguera La evidencia de que hay una investigación activa sobre la reconstrucción de la casa de los suegros de la gobernadora, Jenniffer González, en La Parguera. El tracto desde el 2023 y cómo se ha activado un grupo de trabajo de agencias federales en el caso hasta que una orden de allanamiento de este años lo confirma fuera de dudas. ¡Conéctate, comenta y comparte! #periodismoindependiente #periodismodigital #periodismoinvestigativo tiktok.com: @bonitaradio Facebook: bonitaradio Instagram: bonitaradio X: Bonita_Radio

Matson, quien fue además torturado antes de ser dejado en libertad hizo un llamado a la reflexión: "Hay verdades que no se pueden o deben mostrar, pero no dejan de ser verdades, los hechos del Palacio de Justicia es uno"See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

¿#Nawat NO se ARREPIENTE de INSULTAR a #FátimaBosch? Por otro lado, ENTRE LÁGRIMAS, #AnaMaríaAlvarado dio la NOTICIA sobre el fallecimiento del padre de nuestra querida conductora #JoannaVegaBiestro. Estamos contigo y lo lamentamos profundamente. No te pierdas de estas y más NOTICIAS del ESPECTÁCULO con los #PájarosEnElAlambre este 06/11/2025See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

"Después del paréntesis histórico de Lot se reanuda la historia con el Padre Abraham. El paréntesis era muy necesario; nótese la información que nos brindó el capítulo 19. 1. Nos enseñó la destrucción de Sodoma y Gomorra por un juicio directo de Dios en contra de su conducta inmoral, contra naturaleza."

A los chismes ahora los llaman "comentarios"

El partido se disputa este domingo (12.45 h) en el Ciudad de Elda - Florentino Ibáñez

El escritor y actor, Carlos Bardem, visita 'Tarde Abieerta' acompañado de Juani Marín, nuestra habitual columnista y tambíen coordinadora de un club de lectura en Caravaca. Esta tarde en el Centro Cultural de esta localidad, Bardem presentará 'Badaq' una historia en la que mezcla la voz interior de la naturaleza oprimida en el 'yo' de una rinoceronte que nos hace reflexionar sobre la acción humana y sobre las grandes gestas épicas que provocan aniquilación y dolor.

Last week, the Holocaust-denying, white nationalist influencer Nick Fuentes sat down with former Fox News host turned podcaster Tucker Carlson on The Tucker Carlson Show, where the two discussed Fuentes's trajectory, the evolution of his “America First” ideology, and the ways his rejection of the neoconservative common sense on Israel put him at odds with parts of the right-wing establishment. For many, Carlson's seeming embrace of Fuentes on his popular show signaled a shift, a recognition that what was once taboo on the right has arrived in the mainstream. Cementing the sense of a sea change, Kevin Roberts, president of the Heritage Foundation, the right-wing think tank that has crafted many of Donald Trump's most destructive policies, refused to disavow or scold Carlson, saying in a video that criticism of Israel is not antisemitism. He asserted that Americans should support Israel as long as Israel's action are in American interests—and that there is no obligation to support Israel if they are not. (Since this taping, he has had to walk back this statement, particularly the use of the phrase “venomous coalition” to describe those trying to “cancel” Carlson over the interview with Fuentes.) That same week, far-right talk show host Candace Owens, dismissed from her Daily Wire post over antisemitism, sat down with left-wing former academic and Palestine advocate Norman Finkelstein. In a conversation laced with Owens's many antisemitic conspiracy theories, they attempted to find common ground. In this episode of On the Nose, Jewish Currents editor-in-chief Arielle Angel and publisher Daniel May are joined by Ben Lorber, researcher of antisemitism and white nationalism, and Andrew Marantz, a New Yorker writer who profiled Carlson last year. They discussed the uncomfortable resonances between right and left anti-Zionism in this moment, and the even more disturbing antisemitic, white and Christian nationalist divergences. Thanks to Jesse Brenneman for producing and to Nathan Salsburg for the use of his song “VIII (All That Were Calculated Have Passed).”Articles and Media Mentioned and Further ReadingJD Vance is asked about American support for Israel at a Turning Point USA event“The Tucker Carlson Road Show,” Andrew Marantz, The New Yorker“Nick Fuentes Has Officially Breached the MAGA Gates,” Ben Lorber, The NationTranscript forthcoming.

Detienen a “El Dani” buscado en EU por conspiración y distribución de fentanilo Congreso pide a la FGR investigar a exgobernador de Tamaulipas SCJN muestra apoyo a Sheinbaum tras denunciar acoso

Tenemos al ministro de ciencia del Hoy por Hoy en Hong Kong, donde ha sido invitado a la entrega de unos premios a avances en ciencia y tecnología que quieren ser la respuesta china a los nóbel. Nuño nos cuenta cómo se está viviendo desde el gigante asiático su carrera para convertirse en primera potencia y polo fundamental de poder tanto duro como blando.    Aquí en España, nuestro ministro de tecnología ha sido jurado en los premios nacionales de innovación. Charlamos con uno de los premiados, Federico Sáinz de Robles, fundador y CEO de Apiia, la marca de ropa que no se arruga, no se mancha y no acumula olor. Le preguntamos si va a recibir el premio con una de sus camisas (por supuesto) y de si, en ese siglo XXI, dejaremos de planchar (ojalá).

El Barça de Flick sigue sin reencontrarse. Este miércoles rescató un punto de Brujas cuando parecía que iba a irse con las manos vacías. La defensa culé mostró su fragilidad en Bélgica, mientras que Lamine Yamal volvió a mostrar una buena versión de su fútbol. El programa 176 de El bar de Sique Rodríguez analiza la jornada de Champions League de los equipos españoles y mira a las próximos enfrentamientos de liga.

An allergist says common health problems may be caused by food allergies. Dr. William Walsh is the author of "The Food Allergy Book." He explains the differences between two categories of food allergies, and how your body may crave the things that harm it the most. Everything from fruits to vitamins may lead to bad reactions, including sleepless night, headaches, stuffed noses & stomach problems. This 1999 interview is from WHO radio in Des Moines, Iowa. You can find all episodes on YouTube.

Septal Perforations Symptoms, Causes, and Fixes with Dr. Samir Undavia If you've been told you have a "hole in your nose," you're likely dealing with a septal perforation. In this episode of We Nose Noses, Dr. Samir Undavia walks through what that means, who to see first, the most common causes (from prior nasal surgery to medication technique and trauma), how ENTs pinpoint the reason, and the realistic treatments, from saline care and ointments to septal buttons and surgical repair. Clear, step-by-step guidance to help you breathe easier and decide next steps from the experts at NJENT. What you'll learn: What a septal perforation is and the key symptoms How ENTs figure out the cause and what tests they use Treatment options at a glance: care, buttons, surgery Think you have a septal perforation? Schedule a consult with NJ ENT & Facial Plastic Surgery to get your perforation characterized, identify the cause, and review the best treatment for your symptoms and goals.  https://njent.com/help-theres-a-hole-in-my-nose-causes-and-treatment-options/  

Repasamos la actualidad económica con nuestro economista de cabecera, Santiago Niño-Becerra.

Una tarde de 2011, Iván salió de casa sin imaginar que sería la última vez que su madre lo vería. Testigos aseguran que un comando armado se lo llevó y, desde entonces, no se ha vuelto a saber nada de él. Su madre, la señora Irasema, ha recorrido penales, cuarteles y oficinas durante más de 14 años buscando respuestas. En este episodio conocerás su historia: una madre que se enfrentó al silencio de las autoridades, a la indiferencia y al paso del tiempo, pero que jamás ha perdido la esperanza de encontrar a su hijo.

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 26 A New Student (tribal) Council   In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             If you can't look in a mirror and laugh at yourself, cut off the light             "Can we put other restrictions on you?" Simone Brady prodded.   "This is not the 'Zane' show," Virginia Goodswell interjected. "We need to decide when the new Student government will meet, I suggest Tuesday nights, and how we are going to conduct business."   "We can start by deciding where we meet," Chastity spoke up. "I vote for Zane's place."   "What's wrong with the Assembly Hall, where we've always met?" Rhaine countered.   "Rhaine, you are drinking a Doctor Pepper, KayLeigh, you are drinking a grape juice, and Joy was eating a bowl of vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup when I got here," Hope snickered. "You have hot plates and microwaves too, if needed."   Rhaine, Joy, and KayLeigh, all Traditionalists, looked guilty. They also looked like they treasured their creature comforts because they weren't running for the door.   "It is a nice place," KayLeigh admitted.   "And you don't get to come back up here otherwise," Rio grinned evilly. "This floor is devoted to the freshman class."   "There are a lot of upperclassmen up here right now," Rhaine pointed out.   "Those are what you would call 'friends'," Rio sneered. "If you weren't freaking evil, you might have some."   "Please don't put it that way," I requested of Rio. Rio had every reason to be cranky. Mercy looked even more exhausted sitting at her side.   "Zane will arrange the room to fit your needs," Christina finally spoke, "I guarantee it."   "You think you can control him?" Rhaine shot back.   "I'm not afraid of him; he's not some wild beast. I ask him to do things for me and he does," Christina chided Rhaine. "He is like any other freshman; it is that simple."   "He's rather mouthy for a freshman," Hannah joked.   "Well, maybe if you put my mouth to other uses," I bantered back. There was a moment of silence followed by Dana Gorman taking up her bottled water and walking over to me. She smiled down at my seated form while she poured out the remaining water onto my crown.   "Cool off, Casanova," Dana cautioned me playfully before returning to her seat.   "Exactly why do you keep her around again?" Rio slapped my shoulder.   "Can you imagine how insufferable Christina would be if Coach didn't keep her in line?" I smiled. Christina rolled her eyes while Rio chuckled. Virginia stood up and cleared her throat.   "I want to make sure that all the ladies, plus Zane, plan to make this experiment work. It is rather pointless to proceed if any of you can't be honest now," Virginia, my Spiritual Advisor, poled the audience. Most of the girls looked around to see who would do what but no one jumped.   "I think it is safe to say that we students will stay true to the Vice Chancellor's plan, though this is not an endorsement of Zane, his conduct, or even his continued presence here," Rhaine spoke for the group.   "With that settled, we can call it a night," Doctor Kennedy declared. "Ladies, consider what issues we need to deal with so we can bring them up next Tuesday night, 9 pm."   "Who do we send the itinerary to?" Simone inquired.   "Zane," Hudson Lane volunteered me.   "I nominate Faith De Young (of Christina's inner circle) to be our Secretary of Record, if she wants the job," I said. Faith looked completely taken off-guard but nodded quickly.   "I'll do it," she made clear. The meeting broke up soon after with most of the student leadership departing. Dana, Hudson, and Christina & company hung around a little longer.   "Not the Glamorous Gremlin?" Rio teased me on my choice of Secretary. She gasped and nearly fell over right after that. Iona smiled softly and shook her head. She realized that she was still a freshman and her day would come.   "Ah, here's one of the controllers," Heaven gave a devilish smile as she handed the device over to Rio. Miraculously, the other three sexual wonders were also handed over, ending the threat of torture for the day.   "I see a spanking machine in you bitches' future," Rio snarled at Chastity, Hope, Heaven, Faith, and Christina.   "I swear, I tried to get one of those damn things all day long," Valarie griped. "You would think that after setting this up, someone would have given me one, but no, I am a freshman so I don't get to play the game."   "It was you!" Rio screamed, and lunged at Valarie, who comically batted her away as Vivian and Mercy intervened.   "Yes," Val laughed, "but it was Iona who figured out how to have captured your days by enlisting the aid of classmates with video phones. I can tell today's footage is going to be a classic."   "Why did you do it?" Vivian asked Valarie.   "I had revenge on Rio and made Mercy ecstatically happy; it was a win-win," Val grinned vindictively. It was a credit to Rio's berserk nature that no one asked what Rio had done to warrant revenge; everyone automatically assumed that Valarie was justified.   "Everyone's sympathy is under-whelming," Rio grumbled. "Come on, Mercy, let's get these things off."   "Do we have to?" Mercy pleaded softly. Hell, I imagine she could barely stand but apparently, her limit to sexual overstimulation was unconsciousness. Rio used one finger to hook Mercy's collar and pulled her close.   "How dare you talk back," Rio whispered, but I was close enough to hear. "I was going to settle for the vibrating nipple clamps that arrived today but now I'm thinking a few dozen paddle blows, to each cheek, are in your future, you annoying little bitch."   Annoying was Mercy and Rio's code word for 'love'; Rio simply couldn't stand the 'L' word.   "Vibrating nipple clamps?" Christina was both confused and amused. "Where do you people come up with this stuff?"   "Adam and Eve," Rio shot back without batting an eye. "Wait until I have Mercy's nipples and lips pierced; then the real fun begins."   "I don't think Mercy should have her lips pierced," Vivian suggested forcefully. "They'd be glaringly obvious." Rio groaned and sighed.   "Not those lips," Rio clarified. "The other ones, you know, labia, cunt lips, cunt etc." There was a pregnant pause in the room. "Attach vibrator wires to those bad boys and Wow! Let the magic begin."   Mercy and Rio really were made for each other; they were both salivating at the prospect. Thankfully, I saw Cassandra hovering around and looking ready for me to start playing towel boy.   "Ladies, one last duty to perform and then my day is done," I attempted my exit.   "Zane, is it alright if I spend the night?" Hope ambushed me.   "Of course," I smiled, because I'm a fucking idiot who is an embarrassment to the very concept of the mentally challenged and a parody of every teen boy date flick. I was already spending time with Iona, Paige, Barbie Lynn, and now Hope.   Maybe I can find a way to have a secret government space array shoot an earthquake laser at my feet so a pit opens up underneath me and I plummet to a fiery death at the Earth's core. Maybe I watch too much bad TV.   "Iona, did my Viagra arrive yet," I teased my buddy. "I'm going to need a pill tonight."   "Oh, Zane, I don't think we have any but I'll go online and see what I can get for you," Iona replied in all seriousness.   "I know some guys who smuggle them in from Mexico," Valarie offered. "I'll make some calls."   "That is so cool!" Barbie Lynn clapped her hands. "Now he'll never go down. I can ride him all night long." She hugged me while a fearful vision of my desiccated, sperm-drained husk lying open-eyed and lifeless on my bed danced before my eyes.   "Zane?" Cassandra called out.   "Oh, yes, towel boy and bikini selection," I muttered. I gravitated her way, took her hand, and led her to my room.   "What's that about?" Vivian mused.   "Handmaiden's Duty," Iona informed the ladies. "He picks out a bikini for her and acts as pool boy while she's in the Jacuzzi."   "I hope someone cleans that thing from time to time," Faith shuddered.   "Every morning at ten o'clock it is drained and cleaned, and the filter cleaned every Monday," Iona droned on without even looking up. The rest of that exchange was lost as I retreated to my bedroom.   What followed could be blamed on Cassandra accidently dropping her drink in the Jacuzzi and me having to retrieve it; it was an unopened soda can. Or maybe it could be blamed on the surprisingly conservative (for my room) white and black striped bikini she wore. Whatever was the catalyst, inside five minutes I had Cassandra out of her suit, front to front, her crotch pressing me against the side of the Jacuzzi with my head barely above water while she rode my face in a pattern and energy that reminded me of Hawaii's North Shore.   Cassandra was pounding the back of my head against the wood wall as she drove her cunt over my lips and tongue again and again.   "Oh, Baby, you are so much better than my fingers," she communicated with an erotic growl. "Keep it up, keep it up!" She was the one in the control of the sexual rhythm so I was not sure what else I might do but keep licking and sucking as hard as I could.   I was finally able to run a hand along her chocolate flesh until I managed to push against her sternum and got her to roll her shoulders back. That allowed me to start massaging and stroking one of her breasts while my other hand got between her legs from behind and gently penetrated her cunt.   "Za, za, za, Zane!" she screamed out. Note to self: Add earplugs to my Must Have List.   Cassandra slathered my nose, lips, and chin with her rather scalding, light to the tongue and tasty fluids. If she wasn't still trying to give me a concussion with her hips I might have enjoyed it more. As her orgasm dissipated, she slid down my body with a sated sigh. Her legs were outside mine so as she descended, her cunt came to rest on my Speedo-encased cock. Saying that my cock was hard would be like saying snow is cold or the English love their soccer; pretty much a given.   Her eyes grew wide when she realized where she rested. She's a senior and a virgin in a Christian Girl's school, she began humping me, of course. Being Cassandra, she began humping me hard and thumping her way to another climax.   "Zane, I am totally rethinking you being allowed on campus," Cassandra panted.   "Is this a good thing or a bad thing?" I wondered. At this time I had one finger lightly in her cunt as my other hand tenderly tweaked one of her nipples.   "Oh, I think every junior and senior should have their own personal freshman boy to keep under control with a strong hand," she grinned while she kept working my rod over with her cunt.   "Wouldn't it be nice if we developed a peaceful, platonic relationship based on mutual trust and respect?" I suggested hopefully. Cassandra gave a deep, throaty laugh.   "You're funny, but no," she grinned evilly. "After all, if that was the case, I couldn't do this: Zane, suck my other nipple, suck it hard, while I play with your fat phallus." Oh yeah, I love the way this is going (insert internalized weeping).   She worked out my cock painfully fast and began rubbing it deeply between her labia, to the point I felt the tightness of her vaginal walls on my cockhead.   "Zane, you know a whole lot about the sex stuff," she stated. "What's a cock ring?" Oh, HELL No! I have enough difficulty ejaculating as is. The last thing I need is something that allows another to make the prospects of my ejaculation even dimmer.   "It's a device, a ring, that is placed over the base of the cock to restrict blood flow, thus allowing longer erections," I grudgingly confessed. "Thinking about getting one, as a Christmas present, for someone out of state?"   "So, you could have intercourse, for a long time, and not ejaculate, so a girl would be, safe, in fucking you raw?" Cassandra's voice was becoming more strained.   "Technically, yes, but a little music, some hand-holding, and dinner at McDonald's would suffice in getting me aroused," I tried to explain. "There is no need for, something like that."   "Zane, clearly God put you, on this campus as a test for, true believers," Cassandra related, "And every woman here needs, to be tested, A Lot!" she screamed out her second orgasm of the night.   My hands raced down to grab each luscious buttock before her spasms caused her to slip down my cock and make her virginity a thing of the past. When my cock slapped against my stomach, I held Cassandra tight until she calmed down.   "You need to stay on campus during the weekends," Cassandra moaned with content exhaustion, "so we can use you more often."   "Why do you think I flee campus every weekend?" I thought. If she had her way, I'd be walking around with an IV in my arm and popping Viagra like M&M's. I chose life! If you think I am a coward, step up and take my place. I'll sneak back into the cemetery at night and put a flower on your headstone. You can take that permanent smile etched on your face to your grave, He-Man.   "I have to ask: What brought this on?" I inquired.   "I received one of Mercy's controls and we shared the next class," Cassandra confessed. "She glowed with such pleasure I thought she would pass out. I was suddenly curious."   "I had nothing to do with that," I groaned. "I swear, it wasn't me." Cassandra placed one hand on each side of my face.   "Zane, it wasn't you, I know that," she smiled, "but it is your presence that allowed something like that, her ability to experience that level of pleasure, that I want to experience. I have to go now. I need to report to the other girls what it was like so we can figure out what to do with you next."   You know, if I had been paranoid, I would have been right, people are plotting against me. Cassandra stood up and stepped onto the bench so that I was once more facing her puffy, somewhat abused cunt lips before she swung one leg over me and exited the tub. I closed my eyes and let my head hang over the side, facing up.   "Towel boy," Cassandra taunted me. I looked at her. Cassandra was dripping wet and she was extending a towel my way. I pulled my own tired ass out of the Jacuzzi and tenderly buffed her excellent body until she was dry. She gave me one last kiss, dressed, and virtually skipped out of my domain, happy, arrogant and plotting my demise.   I cleaned up, dealt with the Jacuzzi, and took in my surroundings. The only witnesses to my congress and conversation with Cassandra were Dana Gorman and Hudson Lane, my voyeuristic adult female 'friends'.   Dana pulled me over as I walked passed her. Hudson Lane had gone off to get some drinks.   "You and Gabrielle, ?"   "You have no respect for my survival instincts, do you?" I chuckled.   "Not really," Dana smirked.   "Fine," I groaned in feigned annoyance. "She wanted to talk so we talked, nothing else happened."   "She beat you up, didn't she?" Gorman persisted.   Another deep sigh on my part came out before I confessed, "Yes. Why do you ask?"   "I wanted to smack you around from the first day I met you," Dana laughed. "I think Ms. Black has done admirably not beating you black and blue before now."   "Has yet another girl beaten Zane up?" Hudson angled around to sit next to Dana. "The consistency of the femdom attitudes at this school is frightening."   "Don't throw stones, Ms. Lane," Dana warned her. "You, Zane, and Ms. Messier, the lawyer Ms. Buchanan hired to help Zane when he went to jail, I was head of security when it happened and I know when Ms. Messier arrived on campus, where she stayed, and when she, and you, left this dorm."   "You never said anything to Chancellor Bazz?" Hudson worried.   "No," Dana responded. "You three are adults, and ruining your career here wouldn't have made expelling Zane any easier. I wasn't the sex police."   "Thank you," Hudson smiled. "I now have another reason to be happy Zane championed your cause with the Board of Directors." She touched Dana on her thigh.   "It's not going to happen, Lane," Dana informed the lawyer while opening her V-8. "I've had a long time to figure out that I'm not attracted to women." Wow, Dana knew that Hudson was bi-sexual and didn't care. That was another big plus for Dana in my book.   "That's what Brigitte Messier thought as well," Hudson winked. "It turns out a little bit of Zane goes a long way to loosening up a girl's morals and expanding their horizons."   "I repeat, it is not going to happen," Dana shook her head. "Zane's a student and I'm a teacher. Perhaps the day he graduates, I'll kidnap him for a long, frustration-relieving weekend. I haven't had sex in eight years and watching him work really stresses my resolve."   "You could always join me in the hot tub," I offered. I wasn't sure how serious I was. I also wasn't sure how bad a concussion Cassandra had given me.   "Zane, do you have any idea of what I would do to you if I focused all my pent up sexual fury onto that body of yours?" Dana threatened. I gulped.   "Does it start with me tying you down?" I suggested sweetly. Hudson was looking really intrigued by this. I was beginning to believe she had this erotic attraction to 'turning' straight girls, most likely mirroring her own Law School experiences.   "What do you think?" she glared. Dana was becoming seriously aroused.   "I guess my only other question is if I can outrun you," I joked. Dana kept staring.   "Zane," Hudson snickered, "do you realize that your swimsuit is basically transparent when wet?"   "No, I didn't," I gulped once more. My package was less than a foot from Dana's lips. "Sorry, I'll be going to bed now," I backed up.   "That's a really nice ass," Dana sighed as I turned away.   "It is even nicer to touch," Hudson commented.   "It's not happening, Lane," Dana grumbled.   "Oh, you will come around," Hudson Lane laughed softly. "I have faith in Zane." Dana growled in rebuttal.   When I rounded the first cut-back leading to my bedroom, I heard and smelled sex, suddenly, sneaking off to Gabrielle Black's place and hiding out for the night sounded like a good idea, barring her killing me, of course. I sorted out the noises as I moved around until the room came into full view.   Reminder number one: Check the God Damn air filters!   Where the fuck do I begin?   On the far side of the bed, Mercy was on her knees, head down on a pillow with her painfully ecstatic face looking toward me. That was how I could tell she had been gagged. Her wrists were handcuffed behind her back, she was moaning and sweating up a storm, and her whole aura emanated with tantric excitement.   In case you might be wondering where her Mistress was: Rio was straddling Mercy's back, ass resting on Mercy's neck (by the tension in her thighs, Rio wasn't pressing down hard thankfully) and facing her playmate's highly vulnerable posterior.   "Hold out a little longer, my slut," Rio egged Mercy on quietly as she paddled those beautiful exposed ass cheeks, apparently in a random fashion.   And now it gets weird(er): Behind Mercy, facing Rio, wielding a strap-on with firm, slow, and steady strokes, was Paige. For the love of the Almighty, should I be quarantined as an immorality contagion? It wasn't like Paige was an angel but she was taking a few giant steps to proficiently wielding an artificial cock into a bound girl's bunghole. The fact that Rio and Paige despised each other continued warping my perception of events.   Barbie Lynn (farthest away in the closest group), Vivian, and Valarie were on the near side of the sheets. They weren't actually having sex but were talking in low voices with the occasional running of a hand through a companion's hair or tracing a finger from hip to thigh. It was sensual without being pornographic. It also appeared to be something they all three were enjoying.   In the middle section of my sleeping platform (it is an awesomely big bed) was Iona and Hope, who were doing a little more than cuddling together in quiet conversation. Hope stroked Iona's head compassionately as Iona gently teased and suckled on Hope's left breast. Every ounce of my experience cried out to me that Iona had initiated the sexual contact. That boggled the mind, right up there with Hope allowing a near stranger such intimate contact.   "Hey, Lover," Barbie Lynn gifted me with a sultry leer, "are you going to take that off or are you going to allow him to bust out on his own?" Bathing suit, cock, raging erection; got it. I yanked off my speedo fast enough to make my skin burn. I wrapped it up in a towel before tossing them in the clothes hamper.   I quickly plotted out my journey, figuring out where I was supposed to end up. I was giving up the illusion that I controlled events because if I was created in God's image and that was the reason God wanted men to rule over women, then I think God was really Goddess and Heaven's soul had it right, change sides.   Valarie gave me a fearless grin as I climbed over her on my way to the middle. She shifted so that her breasts swayed from side to side. I took in the view before kissing her and moving on.   "Try to settle things down by eleven, Zane," Vivian requested. I nodded and then kissed the tip of her nose, which she returned by kissing my forehead. It was very motherly of her, barring the fact that the sheets barely covered her pubic region and every exposed bit of her looked scrumptious.   My last hurdle was Barbie Lynn, and that was an obstacle in more than just the physical sense. She knew how to stretch and yawn just right for making my blood boil with lust and my vision cloud with desire.   "You will come back to me, Zane," she said with brazen tenderness. "Now go on and take care of the others who need you now." Best Blonde Bombshell ever.   As I settled behind Hope who was still facing Iona, I took it slow to let her instincts understand that I wasn't a threat but desirous of her.   "What's going on here?" I inquired delicately. "Hope, I didn't think you liked Iona all that much? And Iona, you have become much more confident in the past month; I like it."   "Zane, Iona is one of the bravest freshmen I've ever met. She's never backed down from a challenge and is smart enough to fight the battles she can win and send others to win the one's she can't," Hope explained. "I have admired her for some time."   "I know you wanted Hope to be put at ease," Iona related. "She's surrounded by people she has minimal familiarity with. I reasoned that I could help her adjust by doing what you do."   "Sexy, clever, lethal girls; this is definitely going on my Santa Wish List," I grinned. I was trying to settle in behind Hope when she wiggled around onto her back and indicated she wanted me to move between her and Iona. I was hardly in the mood to refuse and soon, both ladies were nestled in my arms. I was thinking about the next step when the situation around Mercy increased in energy and volume.   Hope pushed halfway over my chest and Iona turned away from me so they could watch the proceedings. Mercy was shivering like a leaf in a thunderstorm. Rio moved up so that her face was inches away from Paige's. I could see Paige contemplating her next action before she leaned into Rio. They each placed a hand behind the other's head to keep them close as they kissed.   "You smart-ass hooker," Rio snickered. "What flavor is that?" Mercy was cresting toward her orgasm unattended while Rio made small talk with Paige.   "Mango, lip balm and mouth wash," Paige beamed triumphantly. Rio snorted.   "Really start hammering the bitch," Rio ordered/requested. Paige nodded. She slowly drew back until only the tip of the fake phallus remained in Mercy's rectum before savagely slamming it all the way in as hard as she could.   Mercy squealed through her gag and began to violently spasm. Rio dismounted Mercy and flopped beside her partner's head.   "Don't you dare lose it, Cum-Bunny," Rio pressed Mercy. "Disappoint me and you will get nothing until the weekend. I won't let you touch anyone, even yourself. Are we clear?"   Mercy sobbed and nodded while her body teetered on the precipice of total collapse. Paige was displeased with Mercy's resistance and began spanking her thighs and buttocks hard enough to leave imprints. Rio kept stroking Mercy's hair and urging her to hang on. At the pinnacle of the moment I knew Mercy could not go on, Rio spoke softly into her ear.   "You annoying whore," she said, "I am so proud to be with you. Don't ever leave, now cum." Mercy's resulting climax was so powerful that her muscle spasms knocked Paige back on her heels knocking the strap-on mostly out of her ass. Mercy squirted, really squirted, onto Paige's lap, with even more juice shooting and coating Mercy's thighs and my sheets.   Up front, Mercy was cursing up a storm through her gag, grinding the fabric between her teeth with tears streaming out of her clenched eyes. Before her thrashing subsided, Rio had pulled the gag off and was kissing her fiercely on the lips, again and again. Mercy curled into a ball and Rio immediately wrapped her arms and legs around her Sub, keeping her presence light but comforting.   Rio saw our attention being directed their way and mouthed: 'Best Bitch Ever!' using her eyes to exaggerate the force of the words. Paige was still looking over the sticky mess that she had become.   "Put the contraption to soak in the big sink and take a shower," I suggested. Paige could see no flaw in my suggestion so she gave me a wink, unstrapped the device, and made her way out of the room.   When my eyes snapped back from watching a naked Paige exit, I saw that Hope's focus was on me.   "That looked fun," Hope stated clinically. "It is not for me but it definitely looked like they all felt, cleaner in a spiritual sense when they were done. I would never have suspected. In fact, I thought being bound was debasing and weak."   "It is called bondage and it is part of a sexual practice called BDSM, bondage, discipline, sadomasochism," I explained. "It definitely isn't for everyone, and certainly isn't as bizarre as Iona's furry fetish."   "Zane," Hope glared, "I saw a CSI episode on furries and you can't be an Asian or Asian-American high school girl in the United States and not know about cosplay; Iona and I are not into either one of those lifestyles I'm pretty sure."   While Hope was distracting me with her knowledge of other sexual subcultures, Iona snuck a hand beneath me and pinched my right ass cheek.   "Ow," I jumped. "What was that for, Beautiful?" I pleaded to Iona.   "I wanted to?" she responded meekly.   "That sounds like a perfectly good reason to me," I smiled. I would be somewhat offended if it was someone else but Iona was special; like Rio, she would always have my back, but unlike my chaotic fiend, she never abused my trust (or so I thought).   "Do me a favor?" Iona requested.   "Sure, anything for you," I answered right off the bat.   "Make her happy," Iona's eyes sparkled as the flickered to Hope. "Tickle my ear when you finish."   "Sure," I sighed with feigned regret, "if I have to."   "Thank you, Iona," Hope snorted in amusement, "I've got it from here."   "Nite-nite," Iona yawned, then rolled over and pretended to drop off to sleep. Like that was going to happen anytime soon!   "What no-, Hope got out before I rolled on top of her. I used one leg to wedge hers open, then settled between them as I lowered my body down. Hope looked at me quizzically.   "Touch me wherever you like," I instructed. I showed her what I meant by kissing her cheek, then edging around to suck on her earlobe.   Hope led off with her fingertips running along the muscles of my forearms and following a twisted trail up to my shoulders. With equal care, she began rubbing her toes along my calves, up to my knees and lower thighs. This had the added benefit of rotating her hips so that her pubic hair scratched along the veins of the base of my cock.   "You know this is going to make field work with you far more difficult," Hope murmured.   "Now you know what I've been going through for a month," I teased her back. "Now you know how I feel naked under your touch and so do I."   "You touch yourself much?" Hope giggled. Iona did her best to smother her own mirthful reaction.   "Maybe you should come to my bed more often to keep my hands otherwise occupied," I suggested. Hope arched her back, thrusting her breasts into my chest and laughed lyrically.   "Touch ," Hope conceded. "I wondered if I was imposing on your hospitality, wanting to spend tonight with you. Now I'm feeling as if I've been lured in and seduced by your masculine wiles."   "Zane, manipulating somebody!" Valarie gave a comedic gasp. "Well, there is always a first time for our ham-handed Lothario to launch a plot that doesn't involve him getting an extra fish stick for dinner."   "Ham-handed," Barbie Lynn mused. "His fingers are smoking but hardly ham-like," which she emphasized by rubbing her hand over her crotch.   "Do you often stick smoked country ham between your thighs, Barbie-Baby?" Valarie taunted.   "Only when your magic tongue and fingers aren't available," Barbie Lynn volleyed right back.   "Oh, you did not say that!" Valarie choked. She vaulted on top of Barbie Lynn and the two started wrestling. Vivian scooted toward the edge and fended off the combatants from rolling over her.   "When we graduate and drag you back to our dungeon to live, are you going to miss other bed partners having these mid-coital conversations?" Hope smirked.   "You underestimate your ability to focus my attention," I countered. When you are in bed with someone, you are in bed with THAT person, or so I believe. Hope's look sizzled, her body heated up, and she pulled me so close and tight, I couldn't make out any details beyond her eyes.   "I hate them," Hope purred.   "Who?" I worried. You don't want one good friend to hate another good friend. You really don't want a good friend with marksmanship skills out the ass not liking someone you have become attached to.   "Christina and Heaven," she sighed, but I knew she wasn't serious. "Christina because you would rather be with her and Heaven because she has you."   "Hope," I maneuvered so I could stroke her cheek, "I can't promise you or anyone else anything beyond this school year. Neither one of us qualifies as 'normal' by any definition of the word. I certainly like being with you, if that matters, and not just in bed. You are beautiful, intense, and serious in a way we shouldn't be."   "Serious is not the most intimate of descriptions," Hope joked, "but I think I know what you mean. As chaotic as your life is, I think we balance each other out." I didn't need words to agree with that; I let us return to our game of touch, kiss, and lick. We were getting back into a playful tempo when the fight between Valarie and Barbie Lynn ended.   There was no hot, spontaneous lesbian eruption; it devolved into Valarie having Barbie Lynn pinned with her wrists on the pillow held over her head. Valarie was trying to administer a 'Wet Willy' (sticking a finger, or tongue, into your opponent's ear) and finally succeeding.   "I give, I give," squealed Barbie Lynn. "Anything, just stop."   "Anything?" Valarie prodded suggestively. Barbie Lynn's very ample bosom heaved with each deep breath she took, which had the effect of rubbing them in circles against Valarie's dangling breasts.   "Come with me to the Southwest this summer," Valarie demanded. Barbie Lynn was still giving it serious thought when Paige came traipsing back in, drying her hair.   "Where in the Southwest?" Paige inquired. Valarie sat up on Barbie Lynn and looked over her shoulder at the albino lass.   "West of Laredo, East of the Pacific, South of Denver and North of Mexico," Valarie answered. "Sant Fe, Vegas, the Painted Desert, places like that." I didn't see coming what happened next.   "Valarie, would you consider allowing to me come along?" Paige asked politely.   "You really want to impress Zane that much?" Valarie divined Paige's intention.   "That, and he's most likely going with Rio as well," Paige responded, "so you are going to need all the help you can get." Rio didn't respond verbally, Mercy was still recovering, but glared with venom.   "What do you add to our little expedition?" Valarie asked.   "I'll do it," Barbie Lynn interjected. "I wasn't sure what I was going to do after graduation but seeing more of the world will do me good, and I hear it is cold in the desserts at night and I don't want Zane to catch a chill," she adds with a smile.   "I speak Spanish, plus a strong understanding of electronics, botany, and computers," Paige continued with a twinge of annoyance toward Barbie.   "Fine, both are in. We are getting our rides tomorrow afternoon at five," Valarie announced.   "Zane," Hope whispered, "I appreciate the silence of our first date now more than ever."   "We can go back to your place?" I offered.   "Oh, Chastity would love that," Hope snickered playfully. "I'm afraid if you don't ravish her in the next few weeks, she is going to rape Heaven."   "I'll keep that in mind, but right now I want to be where I am, with you," I kissed Hope's nose.   "Can I try something, Zane?" Hope turned serious and introspective.   "Of course," I said.   "Paige, come over here with me," Barbie Lynn suggested. The blonde wiggled over so that Valarie fell to the far side and indicated that Paige should join her.   "You only want to sex up my body," Paige accused Barbie Lynn, as she hopped onto the foot of the bed and put her fists defiantly on her hips.   "But of course I do, Paige-shugah," Barbie Lynn licked her lips, "now get over here and give me a taste."   "Oh. In that case, Paige scampered over and reclined next to the dynamite blonde. Barbie Lynn had a strong, subtly alluring persona while Paige was constantly aggressive.   "A naked Paige Zeller sexual molesting an equally naked Barbie Lynn Masters will go down as yet another thing I never thought I'd see," Hope mused.   "Be careful who you think is molesting who," I cautioned Hope. A few seconds later Paige shook and fluttered. Barbie Lynn had slid a stealthy hand between Paige's thighs.   "Oh, someone's been a bad little kitty," Barbie Lynn cooed, "A bad, soaking wet little kitty." Paige hiccupped, then shuddered again. "Does kitty need to be petted," Barbie asked as she stroked Paige's love box, "or does kitty need to be spanked?" And Barbie Lynn spanked Paige's cunt lightly, making Paige jerk.   "Master, I stand corrected," Hope nodded her head to me in respect of my sexual insight.   "You wanted to do something?" I brought Hope back on track.   "Yes, Zane, yes I did," Hope smiled. "Please lie on your back and close your eyes." It was my turn to nod as I complied with her wishes. She settled her haunches on my crotch and waited a moment.   First was a kiss, followed in slow progression by a finger, nose, earlobe, toe, two fingers coated in her juices, two fingers coated in Paige's juices, a nipple (most likely the right), her other nipple coated in Barbie Lynn's juices, Valarie's tongue (given away by the movement toward me), Hope's tongue, her other big toe, and ending with her lips and tongue. The anticipation of what was coming next was fun. As Hope reclined on top of me, Mercy finally began to stir.   "Were you a good little tramp tonight?" Rio panted hungrily at her partner.   "Yes, I, was I?" Mercy rasped. She was fighting to stay awake, her fatigue a heavy burden to bear.   "The Slut will say 'Yes Mistress; yes I was allowed to be good tonight'," Rio nuzzled Mercy's neck, ear, and jaw.   "Yes, Mistress," Mercy purred. "My wonderfully annoying Mistress allowed me to be good tonight." Rio spanked Mercy's burning hot ass flank hard. Mercy flinched and cried out in pain.   "Did I tell you to adlib, you annoying, frustrating skank," Rio taunted her, "or is my whore clever enough to sneak in an undeserved spanking?"   Mercy buried her face in a pillow but I could swear she was smiling.   "Nipple clamps for you in the morning, and I'm getting those bitches pierced on Saturday, got it?" Rio clarified the point by rolling each nipple between her forefinger and thumb. Mercy nodded but kept her face in the pillow. "Fine, let's get underneath the covers. Snuggle up with me to keep me warm, and you had better suckle my nipples.   Rio took up her normal sleeping area, avoiding the wet spot, with Mercy at her side, her tongue playing with Rio's left nipple.   "Mercy," Rio whispered. Mercy kept tongue-flicking the nipple but looked up.   "You rock," Rio said even softer. Mercy pulled more of her weary body over Rio as the nipple play continued and Rio began stroking her paramour's hair lovingly. In that relationship, it was getting harder to determine who the 'better' half was.   I searched around blindly for some lube, which had 'mystically' migrated under Barbie Lynn's pillow.   "Hope, put some oil on my cock and on your ass cleft," I told my Korean princess. She barely broke her iron mask of indifference before taking the bottle and doing as directed. I caught sight of Valarie, Vivian, and Barbie Lynn all peeking my way.   I imagined it was the curiosity about my apparent decision to 'break' Hope in anally.   "Hope, point my cock up and mount it," I directed. In theme with the game the two of us played, Hope took my commands without question, even to the point where her virginity was in question.   "Push it back," I stopped Hope's decent as it contacted her rather moist slit. She pushed back a little. Being a virgin, she probably wasn't sure where in the cunt, a cock should penetrate. "Farther back," I insisted, then again, "no, still farther." I felt my rod separate her ass cheeks as Hope slid on down. Only when her now soaking mound settled on my pubic bone did she figure out the game.   "Ah, that's cold," Valarie whispered to Vivian and Barbie Lynn.   "No ass sex for Hope tonight," lamented Barbie Lynn. My precious blonde really loved anal sex. I put my hands on Hope's hips to support her.   "Now ride me, Hope," I smiled. "Give me everything you've got."   Hope started out slow, working out a rhythm that pushed my shaft and cockhead as deep along her ass crack as possible. She even stopped for a moment and applied more lube. Soon she was thrusting hard back and up quickly, then allowing a long, leisurely ride back to my crotch. She bounced down on me again and again, her resounding impact on my crotch becoming a wetter, smacking sound.   Hope was powerful, vibrant, and strong; she needed little of the guidance provided by my hands on her hips. I decided to move my right hand to her finely groomed pubic hair, then to her soft pubic flesh itself. I alternated between splitting her lips open and massaging her clit. With my left hand, I coaxed stimulation from her right areola and nipple.   This time, instead of scarring me, Hope wrapped her fingers in her hair. She gave a few desperate convulsions, then her whole body tensed backwards.   "Zane! Oh, fuck!" she screamed. Her ass cheeks tried to squeeze my cock in a steel-tight vise but fortunately, the lube caused it to pop free before those buns of steel could turn my man-meat into ground beef (sometimes I visualize too graphically).   "I wouldn't believe it if I wasn't seeing it with my own eyes," Vivian sighed. "A girl comes to a boy

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Isabel González y Andrés Amorós comentan el libro Lo que no se ve, de Cristina Fernández Cubas.

En el episodio de hoy de Por el Placer de Vivir, nos metemos de lleno en uno de los temas más humanos y duros: cómo ser fuertes en los momentos difíciles, ¿qué hacemos cuando la vida nos pone de cabeza?, ¿cómo enfrentar el dolor, la pérdida o una traición sin perder la calma ni la fe?El Dr. César Lozano nos invita a mirar hacia adentro, aceptar lo inevitable y descubrir que la fuerza no viene de evitar el dolor, sino de entenderlo y transformarlo. Y justo cuando creemos que ya tenemos todas las respuestas, entra al estudio Gaby Pérez Islas, tanatóloga y especialista en duelos, para revelar las dos estrategias preventivas que pueden cambiar la forma en que enfrentamos las crisis, activar nuestra “porra interior” y fortalecer la fe. 

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Este lunes de Ventas y Motivación será diferente, tendré el honor de conversar con Arianna Martínez Fico, conferencista internacional, mentora y autora de Agilidad Zen.Arianna dice algo que me marcó:“El futuro no es algo que se espera… es algo que se ensaya.”Vivimos una era donde la tecnología acelera todo, pero a veces nos desconecta de lo más importante: nuestra capacidad humana de crear, conectar y anticipar.Y ahí está el punto clave:¿Cómo vendemos, lideramos o inspiramos en un mundo donde el cambio es la única constante?Conversaremos sobre:✅ Cómo anticipar tendencias y necesidades de tus clientes antes de que ellos mismos las vean.✅ La importancia de experimentar, equivocarse y aprender rápido.✅ Por qué las ventas del futuro se construyen con innovación, propósito y empatía.✅ Y cómo liderar con esperanza lúcida, esa mezcla entre realismo y fe en lo posible.Si quieres aprender a vender lo que aún no existe, liderar lo que todavía está naciendo y diseñar tu futuro con propósito, no te pierdas esta conversación.

Nuestra #ActitudCaminoAlSol la enfocamos en la frase que nos dice: “Tus ideales de éxito no se imitan, se construyen y se sostienen cada día con coherencia y compromiso”. 

China ha transformado Xinjiang en un paraíso turístico, promocionando experiencias "étnicas" que, según activistas, está intentando borrar.

The Witching Hour is upon us in this Halloween special, it's time to pull up a rickety, mouldy stool at the near-empty pub, the Brush, Nose and Bone. In this episode, we're joined by a master of horror, Keith Dozois of USB Escape to discuss all things horror in escape rooms. How does horror affect puzzles? What are our best (and worst) experiences with horror? And how do you make horror good in an escape room? As always, here are your recommendations for this month. Jamie - Ice Nine Kills (band), a metalcore whose recent output has been centred around iconic horror films, and was a big inspiration for Jamie's episode this arc. Mairi - Strange Jigsaws (game by fleb), a short digital puzzle game about solving 50 or so rather strange jigsaws. The prequel (20 Small Mazes) is free, if you want to see what sort of thing you're getting yourself into. Jon - Never Let Me Go (novel by Kazuo Ishiguro), a slow gentle book about a trio of young folks in the British countryside but they attend a very unusual school and are on an unusual life trajectory. Keith - Scarlet Envelope for their fantastic puzzle games (yay), and Curios' Albrecht Manor Letters, an epistolary horror experience through writing letters. Two fantastic Canada-based game creators. Hosts: Mairi Nolan, Jon Saunders, Jamie Gibbs Special Guest: Keith Dozois Editor: Jamie Gibbs All links to our social media profiles and our Patreon programme over at https://linktr.ee/theinfiniteescaperoom TLDR: The final episode in the VHS Nightmare arc has the four hosts chatting about all things horror game, and puzzle game design at a spooky pub. The Infinite Escape Room is a comedy escape room podcast where a group of friends make and solve audio escape rooms for one another. It's one part tabletop RPG, one part escape room with a bit of Monkey Island humour sprinkled over the top.

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A House of Dynamite is an apocalyptic political thriller directed by Kathryn Bigelow. It is Bigelow’s first movie in eight years, since Detroit in 2017. It stars an ensemble cast led by Idris Elba, Rebecca Ferguson, Gabriel Basso, Jared Harris, Tracy Letts, Anthony Ramos, and many more. And: Task is a seven-part HBO limited series created by Brad Ingelsby. It is the second TV series created by Ingelsby, after Mare of Easttown. It stars Mark Ruffalo, Tom Pelphrey, Martha Plimpton, and more. GUESTS: Jim Chapdelaine: An Emmy-winning musician and a patient advocate for people with rare cancers Irene Papoulis: Wrote a short textbook called The Essays Only You Can Write Brian Slattery: A journalist and musician Bill Yousman: Professor of media studies at Sacred Heart University MUSIC FEATURED (in order): Detachable Penis – King Missile Atom Bomb Baby – The Five Stars The Wake-Up Bomb – R.E.M. On the Radio – Robert Homes, James Homes Chloe Dancer/Crown of Thrones – Mother Love Bone See You On The Radio – Grayson Hugh The Colin McEnroe Show is available as a podcast on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Amazon Music, TuneIn, Listen Notes, or wherever you get your podcasts. Subscribe and never miss an episode! Subscribe to The Noseletter, an email compendium of merriment, secrets, and ancient wisdom brought to you by The Colin McEnroe Show. Join the conversation on Facebook and Twitter. Colin McEnroe and Dylan Reyes contributed to this show.Support the show: http://www.wnpr.org/donateSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Meditación sobre el Evangelio del viernes de la XXX semana del Tiempo Ordinario. Los fariseos espían a Jesús para ver si cura a un enfermo en sábado. No ven a la persona que hay detrás del enfermo, ni a la Persona que es Jesús. Para ver personas hay que tener ya un poco de amor hacia ellas: el amor que se tiene hacia un hermano. Meditamos los nn. 87-98 de la Encíclica "Fratelli tutti" del Papa Francisco.

Fluent Fiction - Norwegian: Autumn Discoveries: A Historian and Artist Unite at Nidarosdomen Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/no/episode/2025-10-31-22-34-02-no Story Transcript:No: Høstsolen skinte mykt over Trondheim, og de gyldne bladene raslet lett i brisen.En: The autumn sun shone softly over Trondheim, and the golden leaves rustled lightly in the breeze.No: Nidarosdomen stod stolt og mektig mot den klare, blå himmelen, omgitt av høstfarger.En: Nidarosdomen stood proud and mighty against the clear, blue sky, surrounded by autumn colors.No: Eirik vandret over den gamle brosteinene på vei mot katedralen.En: Eirik wandered over the old cobblestones on his way to the cathedral.No: Som amatørhistoriker elsket han historiske bygninger, men han følte seg ofte alene i sin lidenskap.En: As an amateur historian, he loved historical buildings, but he often felt alone in his passion.No: Johan, hans venn, hadde anbefalt en omvisning i katedralen denne dagen.En: Johan, his friend, had recommended a tour of the cathedral that day.No: "Du trenger å møte nye mennesker," sa Johan alltid og dyttet Eirik forsiktig ut av komfortsonen.En: "You need to meet new people," Johan always said, gently pushing Eirik out of his comfort zone.No: Eirik var skeptisk, men i dag prøvde han å være åpen.En: Eirik was skeptical, but today he tried to be open.No: Da han kom inn i katedralen, møtte han synet av solstråler som danset gjennom de fargerike glassmaleriene, og han trakk pusten dypt.En: As he entered the cathedral, he was met with the sight of sunbeams dancing through the colorful stained glass windows, and he took a deep breath.No: Turdeltakerne samlet seg, og han noterte raskt en kvinne med skisseblokk.En: The tour participants gathered, and he quickly noticed a woman with a sketchpad.No: Hun hadde langt, rødt hår og et tenksomt blikk.En: She had long, red hair and a thoughtful look.No: Dette måtte være Signe, kunstneren på jakt etter inspirasjon.En: This must be Signe, the artist in search of inspiration.No: Turen begynte, og guiden deres ledet dem gjennom historiens lag av kirkens murer.En: The tour began, and their guide led them through the layers of history in the church's walls.No: Eirik merket at Signe ofte stoppet for å tegne detaljer: forgylte utskjæringer, majestetiske statuer.En: Eirik noticed that Signe often stopped to draw details: gilded carvings, majestic statues.No: Han kjente en nysgjerrighet for hennes arbeid, men han var usikker på hvordan han skulle nærme seg henne.En: He felt a curiosity about her work, but he was unsure how to approach her.No: Da gruppen beveget seg videre, oppdaget Signe en bortgjemt nisje bak en tunge steindør.En: As the group moved along, Signe discovered a hidden niche behind a heavy stone door.No: "Se på dette," sa hun til Eirik med øyne som lyste.En: "Look at this," she said to Eirik with eyes that shone.No: Sammen snublet de over et rom fylt med gamle symboler og glemte historier.En: Together they stumbled upon a room filled with ancient symbols and forgotten stories.No: Eirik kjente en dirrende spenning.En: Eirik felt a thrilling excitement.No: Dette var det han søkte – en forbindelse til fortiden.En: This was what he sought—a connection to the past.No: "Eirik," sa Signe, mens hun åpnet skisseboken for ham.En: "Eirik," Signe said, as she opened her sketchbook for him.No: "Ser du hva jeg ser?En: "Do you see what I see?"No: " Signe viste ham skisser av kjente former kombinert med hennes egen kunstneriske tolkning.En: Signe showed him sketches of familiar shapes combined with her own artistic interpretation.No: Det var noe levende der, noe som fikk hans hjerte til å banke raskere.En: There was something alive there, something that made his heart beat faster.No: De tilbrakte resten av turen sammen, hvisker dempede samtaler slik at de ikke forstyrret de andre.En: They spent the rest of the tour together, whispering quiet conversations so as not to disturb the others.No: Misnøyen og den forlatte følelsen Eirik hadde følt begynte å forsvinne.En: The dissatisfaction and the feeling of being abandoned that Eirik had felt began to dissipate.No: Signe hadde funnet noe i ruinene, i detaljene, og Eirik kunne se at hun også hadde fått en ny gnist.En: Signe had found something in the ruins, in the details, and Eirik could see that she too had regained a new spark.No: Da turen endte, stod de utenfor Nidarosdomen.En: When the tour ended, they stood outside Nidarosdomen.No: "Vil du samarbeide med meg på et prosjekt?En: "Would you like to collaborate with me on a project?"No: " spurte Signe forsiktig.En: Signe asked cautiously.No: "Din kunnskap og min kunst – vi kan lage noe spesielt.En: "Your knowledge and my art—we can create something special."No: "Eirik nølte et øyeblikk, men deretter nikket han, varmen strålte i brystet hans.En: Eirik hesitated for a moment, then nodded, warmth radiating in his chest.No: De gikk fra katedralen med en felles drøm.En: They walked away from the cathedral with a shared dream.No: Fortiden hadde gitt dem både mening og retning.En: The past had given them both meaning and direction.No: Med høsten i full blomst rundt dem, begynte de en ny reise.En: With autumn in full bloom around them, they began a new journey.No: Eirik hadde funnet en ny type historisk forbindelse, og Signe hadde fått tilbake sin kreative glød.En: Eirik had found a new kind of historical connection, and Signe had regained her creative glow.No: Sammen stod de på terskelen til noe vakkert og ekte.En: Together they stood on the threshold of something beautiful and real. Vocabulary Words:autumn: høstbreeze: briswandered: vandretcobblestones: brosteinamateur: amatørskeptical: skeptiskstained glass: glassmaleriersketchpad: skisseblokkthoughtful: tenksomtgilded: forgyltecarvings: utskjæringermajestic: majestetiskecuriosity: nysgjerrighetapproach: nærme seghidden: bortgjemtniche: nisjesymbols: symbolerthrilling: dirrendeexcitement: spenninginterpretation: tolkningdissatisfaction: misnøyeabandoned: forlattedissipate: forsvinnecollaborate: samarbeidecautiously: forsiktigknowledge: kunnskapspark: gnistthreshold: terskelenglow: glødreal: ekte

¿Son maleducadas las personas en España… o solo parece así?En este episodio hablo de choques culturales cuando usamos el "gracias" o el "de nada". Por qué a veces el silencio no es mala educación, sino simplemente otra norma social.Te cuento cómo se dan las gracias en España (y por qué puede confundirte) y también los beneficios emocionales y mentales de ser una persona agradecida.Además, te regalo un eBook para empezar tu propio diario de gratitud… ¡en español!Free eBooks: Habla español con AI & La guía del estudiante de españolMis cursos online: Español Camaleón - A REALISTIC pronunciation course Español Ágil - Intermediate Spanish Español PRO - Advanced Spanish Español Claro - Upper-beginner Spanish Si no sabes cuál es mejor para ti, haz el TEST. Intermediate Spanish Podcast with Free Transcript & Vocabulary Flashcards www.spanishlanguagecoach.com - Aprende español escuchando contenido natural adaptado para estudiantes de español de nivel intermedio. Si es la primera vez que escuchas este podcast, puedes usarlo como un podcast diario para aprender español - Learn Spanish Daily Podcast with Spanish Language Coach Social media:YouTubeInstagram...

EXCLUSIVE NordVPN Deal ➼ https://nordvpn.com/bluemoon Try it risk-free now with a 30-day money-back guarantee! ========== Progress in the League Cup followed a set-back in the Premier League. David Mooney is joined by Manchester City fan Ciaran Murray and, from The Guardian, Will Unwin to discuss the victory at Swansea and the defeat at Aston Villa. It's time to talk about creativity... Erling Haaland is the focal point, but when he isn't in the team is there really so much of a problem, given three different players found the net in South Wales? But when he is in the team, is there a way to create more opportunities for some of the other players? With Bournemouth and Borussia Dortmund to come, we hear from Cherries fan and journalist Robert Santonna before Sunday's game. Plus, Stefan Buckzo from The Yellow Wall Podcast drops in to explain how things have started in the Bundesliga for City's Champions League opposition. And, in honour of Omar Marmoush's near-post thwack... What's the best near-post smashed City goal? ========== To get more podcasts or to listen without the ads, join our Patreon. It's just £2 per month for all the extra content and you can get a 7-day free trial first: https://www.patreon.com/BlueMoonPodcast And why not gift a Patreon subscription to a friend or family member? More details: https://www.patreon.com/BlueMoonPodcast/gift

Last week, a group calling itself The Jewish Majority published a “Rabbinic Call to Action” aimed at New York City mayoral candidate Zohran Mamdani in the last weeks of the campaign. “We cannot remain silent in the face of rising anti-Zionism and its political normalization throughout our nation,” the letter reads. Signed by over 1,100 rabbis, the letter quotes New York rabbis Ammiel Hirsch and Elliot Cosgrove, who had each issued their own anti-Zohran sermons and videos, insisting that Mamdani poses a danger to the safety of the city's Jews and that Zionism is an inextricable part of Jewish identity.On this episode of On the Nose, Jewish Currents editor-in-chief Arielle Angel, editor-at-large Peter Beinart, senior reporter Alex Kane, and advisory board member Simone Zimmerman discuss this rabbinic campaign, what it means for the sizable Jewish minority who supports Mamdani, and what it says about the priorities of institutional Judaism at a moment of profound political instability.Thanks to Jesse Brenneman for producing and to Nathan Salsburg for the use of his song “VIII (All That Were Calculated Have Passed).”Articles and Media Mentioned and Further ReadingRabbi Cosgrove's sermon on MamdaniRabbi Ammiel Hirsch on Mamdani“Why Mamdani Frightens Jews Like Me,” Bret Stephens, The New York TimesThe Jewish Majority, “A Rabbinic Call to Action”“Brad Lander's Campaign of Solidarity,” On the Nose“Tax the Rich” post on X by Maria DanziloHalachic Left High Holidays reader“Zohran Mamdani is not antisemitic, Satmar's Brooklyn leadership says,” Jerusalem Post“Jewish New York's reckoning with Zohran Mamdani,” Noa Yachot, The Guardian“Many American Jews sharply critical on Gaza, Post poll finds,” Naftali Bendavid, Scott Clement, and Emily Guskin, The Washington Post“‘The Issue is Not the Issue' – The Free Speech Movement 1964 - The Anti-Mamdani Craze,” Shaul Magid on SubstackMamdani's video “My Message to Muslim New Yorkers—and Everyone Who Calls This City Home”“

Send us a textThis week on the Less Stressed Life, we're talking about what your mouth is really saying about your health.