Podcasts about Pampas

Cissan är fastspänd på en sadel, med Pedro Pascal (på Pampas) och för mer info om detta, LYSSNA! En kortvarig kick? Johannas (fuktiga) direktrapport från tysklandsturné med Cassi. Ebba får ett nytt perspektiv på lycka (och golf). Bergsklättring sågas. Vänner att ringa när du mår dåligt - eller bra, vilka är egentligen bäst? Livsreglerna med Johanna Swanberg, Cecilia Blankens och Ebba Kleberg von Sydow. Klippning: Christoffer Örtegren. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Falando Sirius dessa semana, trazendo uma aventura nos Pampas, onde eu, Sirius, tendo reviver a fazenda e proteger novamente os verdejantes pastos em Gaucho in the Grassland. Cansado do dia a dia? Precisa extravasar a raiva? Hellbreak lhe permite sentar o dedo em tudo que é demonio que apareça na sua frente. Altamente relaxante.Continuo testando […] O post Hellbreak – Gaucho in the Grassland – Len’s Island | Falando Sirius apareceu primeiro em Aliança Intergaláctica.

Cáel  Defeats The Illuminati: Part 19The Great Hunt.Book 3 in 19 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.‘The Hunt is never an easy thing because in the Wild there are things which hunt the hunters'September 11th: First Day Of The Great HuntCentral ArgentinaFelix was still nursing his hurt hand when I came back from my Ishara-space."Well?" he smirked."Plenty of good news," I smirked right back from the place where I had dropped when Felix had cold-cocked me. "Suffice it to say the weather on the final day will be in our favor ~ no more precise answer than that from the goddess SzélAnya ~ plus our horses will not throw us, or give away our position. That's from the Goddess Epona by the way.""Finally, the Goddess Ishara will be watching over us and our travails... she will send omens to warn us of hunters closing in as well as talk to me in my dreams. Apparently she doesn't want me; us; to shame her in this contest so is taking this competition seriously. Mind you, this means the other goddesses will be taking this contest seriously as well, so we have our work cut out for us again.""What is Ishara the Goddess of again?" the teased me."Oaths, love and medicine," I repeated my answer."Fine," the grinned, "is there any goddess in my corner?""None that bothered talking to me," I snorted. "Want me to knock you out and see what you can see?""Nah... I'm Felix Melena. I work better alone.""You mean in alone in a team of two, right?""Yeah; a team of four actually, Nyilas. Don't forget our mounts," Felix motioned to our two horses.I was ecstatic because they had brought Peppermint down from 'Summer Camp' for this romp through the Pampas. To me she was the perfect mare for this endeavor.Felix had been gifted with a spirited gelding named 'Thunderbolt'; 'Rayo' in Spanish. He was a black haired beast with white sox and a white diamond on his forehead. Felix had wanted a stallion, but the Horse-mistresses of Epona had nixed that choice as highly impractical for a horse-virgin such as himself. I had to agree as stallions had far too much spirit and the likelihood of one making noise when it smelled an unknown mare was far too high... so a gelding it was.Not that an 'unknown' mare was that much of a possibility. See, we had been put down where the other thirty huntresses would also be starting from; a makeshift corral our host Freehold had put together as the entrance to some 'badlands' in which the hunt would be taking place. There ten Amazons; with their own mounts; manned the place, fed the horses and made sure no one cheated out of the starting gate.We had our 24 hours head start on our pursuers, but that didn't turn out to be the huge edge we thought it would be. We were given the first part of our map... which led to the area we would find our second part of our map... and so on until sometime late Saturday night, or Sunday morning, we would find the final part of our map which would direct us to where our extraction point would be.We were to be extracted at Noon; not sunset as we had originally been told; on Sunday. Actually, anytime between ten minutes before to ten minutes after... so fair this was not seeing as we were novice outdoorsmen. Still, those were the rules we were given so off we went early Thursday morning. In the truest Amazon fashion, this was to be a contest which required the utmost skill and endurance to win.Heading out, Felix and I were deciding on what the enemy strategy, or strategies, would be. We figured some would start by simply trailing us seeing as how they were better both at tracking as well as doing so from horseback. The second group would follow a different, but equally difficult 'Treasure Hunt' toward our final point of extraction and wait for us there.I reminded Felix that neither he nor I nor any of the Amazons would be riding our horses to death, or even injury, because that wasn't the Amazon way. Such callous disregard for one's mount wasn't in them and we had to follow that dictum, or suffer irreparable harm to our own 'honor' should we do so and somehow win. Doing so and losing... we decided to not even go there.This also meant we had to take time for our horses to graze and find water for them to drink along the way. After getting that lecture, Felix wondered out loud if it wouldn't be a better idea for us to let our horses loose and 'hoofing' it ourselves seeing as how the Amazons would also have to follow the same horse etiquette. I had to remind him reluctantly how much faster horses could travel. Horses were the way to go.The difference was there was no rapid charging across the landscape with the Sun at our backs as we headed out. No, we took it at a steady trot until we hit our first terrain feature; a steady gradient cut in the side of a canyon which had been created over the millennia by the forces of wind and rain. Down we went. Our horizon sunk down until all we had were the walls of the canyon.Our map directed us to take this route to the first 'treasure horde', whatever that was. By the way we were moving and how the Sun slowly crawled up above us; recall it was almost 'spring' down under; we figure we were making good progress toward our first target... which we located without too much hassle around noon.It was a Bonanza! Not for us, but for the horses. We had four bags of grain for our mounts. We humans received some sort of indescribable jerky (since it was probably not human we decided to eat it... later [it turned out to be the local flightless bird and it tasted like chicken jerk jerky too!]). There was also the second part of our map which led us farther out into the wilderness. Off we went.Third Treasure Trove.By evening we had found our third treasure trove. The second had contained two compasses and two hatchets (Yippee!). The third had contained two sections of twenty-five meter rope and some flint and tinder so we could start a fire. Felix was all for this as it was butt-numbing cold already and we were damn tired from a day full of riding.We compromised by creating a banked fire. We also decided to sleep instead of pushing on. It was pretty dark outside even with the three-quarters Moon above. We definitely didn't want to walk our mounts into something which could bring them up lame this early in the contest. I assured Felix we couldn't abandon them and leading them would be torture. Essentially we would be disqualified.I won the compass toss and got to sleep the first part of the night. Felix woke me around Moon-set and then I kept watch; there were predators about, or so we believed; until sunrise. Then we ate the last of the jerky, fed and watered our mounts then head out once more. This time our hearts began to hammer within their cages and every noise had sinister implications.See, the Amazons are cheating bitches of all cheating bitches and could have started after us at 12:01 last night and pushed on following our trail through the night. Being expert horsewomen and spectacular trackers they could do shit like that. We, their prey, had to be clever in other ways. What those ways were weren't relatively apparent though.Maybe Pamela could show up and, after slapping me upside my head, give me a clue. No Pamela arrived though so we were on our own. Shortly after the Sun crested the canyon walls; we kept to the canyons just in case; we came across the fourth 'trove'... and it was chilling. We received two binoculars and some more jerky (it was to be our lunch). The binoculars were the chilling part because if WE had some then most likely the Amazons behind us had some as well.Also, the way from our fourth treasure to out fifth put us in the horns of a dilemma. We could either cut over the sides of the canyon to where the fifth treasure trove/map was, or keep to the canyon and travel three times the distance. After a quick discussion followed by some 'rock-paper-scissors' (complete with a prayer to Dot Ishara), I won, so up and over the side we went.To reduce the size of our silhouette, we dismounted and led our horses across the... and stumbled across a herd of cattle; Sweet Mother Ishara! We moved through the herd, waved to the accompanying Amazon gaucho, and went on our way. Felix muttered something about my 'dumb' luck. He-he-he-he-he... We talked to the gaucho, turned on the charm and convinced her to not tell any of our pursuers we had come by this way.She was like nineteen years old and I could tell really took a shine to Felix... so he promised to come back and visit her the moment he won the contest. After we departed her and her track-erasing herd of cattle, I pulled him aside."You had better keep that promise to that girl. If you don't, she and her kinfolk will hunt your ass down and tag you like a mule deer in the Yellowstone," I cautioned him."I know. I know," he grinned. "These are some crazy ass bitches. Besides, being the lone male in a freehold of women has its own appeal."I thought we were in safe territory again when Felix finally asked that doom-laden question."Cáel , where have all their dudes gotten off to?"'Oh shit', I mused. How much of the truth could Felix handle?"I'm only telling you this because I like you," I said then took a deep breath. "They sold them to the Nine Clans... they are a bunch of assassins.""Really?" he studied me. Like he was going to catch me in a lie after four years of dating the most dangerous game on this Earth; girlfriends."Really. Where do you think they get those legion of ninja and combat fighters from? Sure their life expectancy isn't what we have, but it is much better than they would have if they stayed home." There was some part of the truth in that."That seems... short-sighted.""What do you think guys like us are for? Now they won't have to kidnap local passer-byers for weeklong orgies.""How come words has never gotten out about this?" Felix was relentless."It has from time to time, but Havenstone makes sure such reports are relegated to the realm of tabloids and UFO aficionados. If that doesn't work, they bribe some people to bury the story. If that doesn't work, they kill some people.""Now that I believe," Felix nodded."That they kill people to keep their secrets?""Absolutely. They look like the kind of girlfriend who wouldn't be happy unless she burns your balls before your eyes after you break up.""How succinct," I nodded back."So, are we ever going to see Khalid, Trent, or Brian again?""Sure... they are only being kept prisoners and milked of their seeds... but I can arrange for you go to go meet them if you really want to," I offered."No thanks," Felix shook his head then grinned. "They washed out while only you and I remain. Let me find them on my own and get some sort of permission from Ms. Love (Katrina) first. I thought Khalid was kind of cool and Trent was the kind of brother I could invite out for a beer, or ten.""Not Brian?""Brian was too invested in himself and his weevil-ing ways. I couldn't trust him at my back, or with my girl. Mind you, I wouldn't trust you with my girl either, but we are otherwise okay.""Smart move. I have exceedingly low impulse control around the ladies plus an over-developed libido.""Yeah," he smiled my way. "I'd trust you in a knife fight, but not with someone I loved. You are way too smooth, Nyilas. Way too smooth.""What brought that revelation on?""Ms. Lee (Brooke). Normally I can mend any fence with any girl I come across, but not with her after she'd been with you. I admire that," he studied me."So, are you and Gene going to be a regular thing?""Yeah. I think so. I still expect me to be getting plenty of tail at Havenstone once I win this thing, but having a less-lethal girl on the outside wouldn't suck either."So much like me... I admired that about the guy."Once we win, don't ya mean?""Sure thing, Nyilas," he chuckled. "I figure it helps me to help you across the finish line. The better standing you end up in the better an ally you make back at work.""That reminds me; Katrina told me they are going to spin this; your participation in this inaugural Great Hunt is that all sins are forgiven; yadda, yadda, yadda. Thus you still walking around Havenstone being the bad boy you are.""Clever lady and always thinking ahead. Is she seeing anybody?""No, and dude, you don't want to go there. She is far too clever by half to fall for any of our reindeer games. She scares me," I cautioned him."All the more reason to pursue her," he snorted."Go for it," I shrugged. Hey, I'd warned the guy."What about that blonde number I saw you with... Elsa was it?"Oh, he knew exactly who Elsa was, but he was acting all nonchalant about his treatment at her hands."Yeah. Elsa. What about her?""Is she in your stable?""Nope. Not really," I shrugged. "Going after her too?""Oh, definitely.""Good luck with that," I sighed. He'd learn the hard way."There is something you are not telling me.""Yeah. She has the hots for me. Wants to own me... and not in a good way.""Oh... is that your way of cautioning me to be wary of her?""Most definitely. Elsa is one scary lady and she already knows who and what we both are.""What are we?" he was eyeballing me again."Hunters on the prowl. Guys who like a challenge. In your case, the guy who only wants the best. I'm more of an omnivore.""You mean you are a man-slut," he snorted."Got me," I chuckled."So, you think she's out of my league?""No. I think she is Katrina's friend and Katrina sees right through both of us. Elsa might not have those interpersonal skills, but she's twice as lethal. Trust me on that; I've fought her.""How tough was she?""Beat me black and blue then choked me out because I wouldn't surrender.""Oh... I'd like to get her on the mats.""Good luck with that then. Become a 'Runner' and there is even more I can tell you about her. Right now it is all simply in-house stuff.""Corporate confidentiality details, eh? Executive Services purview and stuff like that. Man, I was wrong to look down on your branch of service. I apologize.""Why thank you. I honestly never thought I'd get a sincere apology from you.""I can be wrong once in your lifetime," Felix laughed, "and I'm man enough to admit it.""Oh... and thanks for the sim-cards. They helped me get off that deserted atoll.""No problem. That was Katrina's idea though.""Well, you got them to us so surreptitiously the Chinese suspected nothing.""Don't you mean those rogue Albanians?""Yeah... them too," I laughed along with him."I think we can be friends, Nyilas," he grinned."I think so too. I didn't think so originally. On the first day you and the others treated me like the country bumpkin, but now I think you see me as a survivor... just like you.""Precisely. You know I had the option of leaving Havenstone... no matter how this affair turns out.""And you didn't take it? Who offered you this opportunity anyway?""Katrina.""It might have been a ruse," I warned him. "These bitches don't play fair.""I took that into account... but I love the challenge of this place. It is like no other work environment on Earth. Challenges every day, hot women all around, and the chance to risk my life on a monthly basis. Screw regular corporate America. I've found the place where I belong."Felix sounded so enthusiastic. I hoped he understood the fate he was embracing. I also hoped he found a niche in Havenstone which allowed him to live out his life... hopefully a long, long life. Maybe I should warn him about the 'cliffs'? Perhaps once we had won and were safely back in Havenstone's motherly embrace.Hiding.Fortune favored us backtracking from our seventh treasure trove; our dinner and more grain for the horses. A few birds flew up out of the brush ahead of us. I took that as a sign from Ishara."Felix," I hissed. "Hide!"We looked around and found a draw away from the main canyon floor for us to slink into. I used some brush to cover our side tracks then ran back to cover.No sooner had I gotten there than two Amazons came trotting past us. The lead one was Svetlana Inara and she was tracking us from the saddle. The second one was Beatrice Astarte who was scanning the environment as they moved together following our trail up this vein of the canyon. As soon as they were around the next corner of the vein, Felix and I mounted up and raced down the other way.The sand floor covered our hoof-falls and we had to go that way anyway. We had barely covered the distance to the next draw when we spotted two more Amazons following our earlier trail this way. We had Two Amazon parties on our trail and it wasn't even Friday night yet! This group spotted us and gave chase. They must have ridden their horses hard to get this far because we quickly left them in our dust.This allowed us to slow down a bit and deviate over to where the eight 'treasure' was. Our map had us going back down his particular draw which I thought was most unwise, so we went over the lip of the draw dismounted and led our horses at a rapid run; for us humans; across the greater landscape. Thank SzélAnya, a late afternoon rainstorm fell upon us as we dropped down into the next vein of the canyon before the pursuing Amazons crested the draw we had exited.We walked through the rain until the sun set then debated what to do next. We were going to need light to figure out where the eighth treasure was at; they were all somewhat hidden. We had to keep moving no matter what because we doubted the Amazons on our asses were going to let up. We decided when we got close to the eighth treasure horde I would do the searching while Felix stood watch on the entrance to the draw.Using a hatchet I cut off a branch from a bush and set it alight so I could see what I was doing. It took me twenty long minutes to figure out where the treasure was hidden... night-vision goggles and the map to the ninth map piece. Gleefully, I went back down to where Felix was except... no Felix. Oh Shit! I slipped back and put on my night-vision goggles, got a hatchet at the ready and returned, scanning about.I spotted one Amazon... she was Carla Nemain... and I recalled her being teamed with Ella Mielikki. Anyway, I tried to sneak up on Carla and it almost worked. At the last moment the cloud cover cleared and the three-quarters Moon revealed me. She spun on me with twin fighting sticks while I tried to brain her with the flat side of my hatchet.Yours truly took two punishing blows to his ribs while only clipping her with my hatchet. Still, the blow appeared to cause her to stumble so I pressed my advantage. I knocked one of her two sticks out of her hand then missed twice. I thought I heard someone coming up hard behind me. Well... fuck!"What do you have?" Carla grumbled. "Are you trying to kill me?"I kept silent, pulling out my second hatchet and pressing my luck a little further. I disarmed her and then hammered her down with a hatchet to the top of her skull. Down she went. I spun around just in time to see Ella Mielikki coming at me with a lasso. She launched it a second too late and I was able to bat it aside. She drew her honor blade and kept coming though."Ella... I have two hatchets. This is not a fight you can win," I addressed her."You won't kill me," she kept advancing."Of course not. We are sisters, but I can do... this!" and I attacked her with the flat ends of my twin hatchets. I so had her too... or I would have had I had the extra moment to ensure Carla was unconscious.She wasn't. She jumped me from behind then Ella rushed in from the front and I went down in a tangle of arms, legs and torsos. I was doing surprisingly well wrestling them both despite the odds until Ella put her knife against my throat."Give up," she panted. "You have been captured. Admit it!""I surrender," I sighed then relaxed my body. My two hatchets dropped to the ground."Let's bind him up too," Carla grinned. They proceeded to tie my hands behind my back then my legs together. Then then gave each other a celebratory 'high-five'. Then came their pillaging of our loot. They especially loved our night vision goggles and the grain for 'their' horses. They abandoned our horses, put loose nooses around our necks and began riding off down the canyon, their horses feeding on the grain in feedbags... and there was a suitably humbled Felix...To do so they had to untie our legs, but they compensated for that by tying our elbows together behind our backs as well as our hands. It was a rather painful affair. All in all, our captors were quite triumphant. After a while, I decided to speak."So, how did you catch us so fast?" I asked Carla. She had my noose."I prayed to Nemain and then picked a compass point and rode that way. We came across your path and followed you here."So you weren't the group following us from the afternoon?""No... you were being followed?""Yes... by two groups... both of whom tracked us from the beginning," I sighed."Ella," Carla addressed her companion. "We had better get a move on. There are four others on our track.""Damn it," Ella grumbled. "You take both males. I'll double back and start masking our trail. You pick a different compass point and I'll catch up.""Okay. Come here," Carla accepted Felix's noose from Ella. "We are going... north by northwest."Ella doubled back and was soon out of sight. Carl took the next draw she came across and kept up a steady walking pace. As a matter of safety, she didn't wrap our tethers around her saddle horn on the off chance her horse took off. We could be dragged to death of we were attached to the horse. So, we had a momentary advantage... and took it.I spotted Felix counting down with his fingers behind his back. I spotted him at '4'. I rapidly signaled '3', he went to '2' and I finished up with '1' then we lunged backwards trying to pull her off her horse. With my luck, she tumbled down on Felix's side, horse rearing up. I ran for it, quickly pulling my noose along with me. I heard Carla and Felix cursing behind me.It was gut-check time. I could abandon Felix or attempt to double back and help him with only my legs because my hands were behind my back."Fuck it," I cursed silently as I doubled back. In the forefront of my mind was the notion Felix would come back for me if the roles were reversed. In I charged.Felix was standing, trying to use his martial arts kicks to keep her at bay.He was also absorbing the majority of her concentration because; again; she didn't notice me until I was right on top of her. I put a shoulder into her diaphragm, taking her down and knocking her knife out of her hands. Felix didn't waste a moment giving her as snap-kick to the cranium... knocking her out. I picked up the knife and backed up toward my partner.First I had to saw through his elbow bonds and then his bound hands to free him. This all took precious time. I had just freed him when Carla began moaning. Felix looked to me then to the horse."Go," I urged him on. "Go to the next site and then double back for me. You know which way they will be heading and it is you on horseback versus two of us who aren't."He gave me a quick nod of the head then jumped into the saddle... and almost spilled himself over the other side, but then was off like a flash. I ran off in the other direction. Of course with the minimal lighting and my arms tied behind my back I didn't expect to get too far, but what realistic choice did I have. I certainly wasn't going to give up, damn it.[The Politics Of Not Playing Fair]In hindsight, knowing the Amazons were cheating bitches of cheating bitches, I should have tried to cheat more, but I ended up thinking too much about the male version of honor and not enough about winning. Thankfully, others were much more invested in me winning than that. Add to this and I had family I really hadn't counted on seeing things that way.And then there was the Sanctity of the Contract to consider... which I clearly hadn't, though the opportunity to do so was right there all along.As I was fleeing for my life I caught sight of one person running past me to my right and another to my left as a third slammed into me and took me down. For an instance I was thinking 'now they are operating in groups of four!' then the clothing of the three entered my consciousness. They weren't dressed like Amazons. Their camouflage was all wrong unless you were deliberately trying to hide in this environment.The only people I knew who would do something like that without a plethora of modern weapons being evident; thus being the Seven Pillars; were the Ninja![in Japanese] "Hey there, are you looking for me?"[in Japanese] "Yes we are, Ishara-sama," a feminine voice answered. "Where is your companion? We are supposed to make a good faith effort to save them as well.""Wait... who hired you?""Well, it is supposed to be something of a secret so tell no one, but it was your brother," she replied in thickly accented English. With a few flashes of steel in the moonlight and I was a free Amazon once more."Were did the other two go?""Covering your tracks and laying out a few nuisance traps to confuse the two following you.""Your body feels... awfully familiar," I hazarded conversation of another sort."I am Miyako's older sister; and married. Happily so though I have been repeatedly reminded of your... horn-dog status. It is 'horn-dog' correct?""Yeah," I sighed. "That's me. Let's go find Felix before he gets hopelessly lost."By this time the other two had made it back to us, expertly covering my tracks; they were not leaving any; because, you know, they were ninjas. By the looks of things it must have seemed I flew away because I had simply vanished as well. I wish I could have hung around long enough to see the looks of consternation on the pursuing Amazons' faces, but I had real work to take care of."So basically, my Brother, the Great Khan, has hired three ninja to help me win," I whispered as we made our getaway into the moonlit darkness."Oh no," I could have sworn she smiled, "There are seven of us. We each have other tasks to perform, be it carry extra equipment, or scouting ahead to make sure we don't bump into any more of your girlfriends.""They are not my girlfriends... yet... maybe," I shrugged."Don't make me hit you," she whispered back. "I will hit you if you cheat too much on my little sister. She is so impressionable you know.""Oh... boy," I groaned. A protective older sister while I was on a time table. "Is all of your team female?" I asked instead."Yes. When dealing with our allies the Amazons it was considered the diplomatic thing to do. Now we most move like the autumn breeze over the grass, Ishara-sama.""Please, call me Cáel . What's your name?""Not something I can reveal while on a mission. My name in the team is 'First' as I am the team leader.""I could call you Hatsuyuki," I kept going. Hatsuyuki meant 'First Snow'. We were angling in a different direction suggesting to me we had come across Felix's path and were racing to catch him."I will help you out a bit," she chuckled ever so slightly. "Every woman on the team is a sister, or sister-in-law of Miyako, so we have all heard the tales of your exploits and been suitably warned by Grandmother to not fall for your... reindeer games.""Wow... cut off at the knees before even leaving the starting gate," I frowned."Please concentrate on the task at hand Ishara-sama," she whispered then, "Four more ahead of us. I swear they must have some sort of divine assistance as well.""Cheating bitches of all cheating bitches," I quietly cursed. Hatsuyuki put her hand over my mouth despite the low volume of my words.I risked a peek. It was fucking Elsa and Rachel and they were having a pow-wow with Tormé Maeve and Parul Nammu. By the rules of the Great Hunt, no Amazon could subdue, or otherwise hinder any other Amazon; as long as they didn't have a male. Then all bets were off. After a while the two teams flipped a coin and departed in different ways... which were eerily close to our actual track.The moment they were safely away, we took off once more at a steady jog. Mind you, I was in pretty damn good shape... and these little ninja babes were threatening to run me into the ground such was their stamina. The big thing was breath control. We had to be prepared to be utterly still at a moment's notice. Every Amazon around us was as hunter of some sort, be it of big game, or of humans.Even with their precautions we found ourselves being tracked by Daryna Šauška and Yatta Oxóssi within the hour. Exactly what they were tracking wasn't known to me and was a source of consternation to the Ninja. It was impossible to outrun horse-bound foes at our current pace and if we moved faster, the odds of our enchantment failing would drastically increase."Fuck!" I hissed."What?" Hatsuyuki made brief eye contact then scanned around for whatever threat I might have detected."They are tracking the magic of the enchantment," I enlightened her."Are you sure?""Alal; my Grandfather is," I held her eyes this time. "Honestly, I was going through the Rolodex of my mind when this thought occurred to me. I think it was a mystic rite the Egyptians invented millennia ago, but he knows it.""What is the counter?""I don't know," I sighed, "but I do know your movement is leaving a magical trail behind which glows like the failing light of a sunset to the searcher."Hatsuyuki whispered some arcane words which my ears failed to focus on while making several complicated hand gestures. She gave me one head nod then we took off, jogging in another direction though still angling to intercept Felix. I noticed the change immediately. Dry grass crackled beneath our feet and standing grass bent at our passage. I was the worst offender without a doubt.Later when we stopped for a break, 'Three' returned to tell us the followers had initially been confused by the loss of the spell energy betraying us, but then they dismounted and began tracking us on foot; slower yet still a persistent menace."New plan," I decided. "We set an ambush for them.""We can't do that, Cáel ," Hatsuyuki informed me. "We are forbidden to directly confront our foes."My mind barely hesitated in its skullduggery."But if I confront them, could you steal their horses?""Yes," she grinned once more, or so I thought. "Then set up a field of simple traps with a path I can maneuver through so I can lose them once I have their undivided attention. Can you do that?""Yes," and another smile."Let's get on it," I grinned back. I could tell she was warming up to me. After all, I wasn't pressuring her to save me, or violate her Contract. Instead I was thinking on my feet and utilizing what they were best at to avoid my enemies.[in Japanese] "Team, here is what we must do," Hatsuyuki gathered her girls together and laid out what they needed to accomplish.Twenty minutes later, the ambush was set and the two ladies walked right into it. Apparently the idea I would fight back so aggressively hadn't occurred to them. I smashed straight into Daryna first, knocking her down and running past her. Instinctively she jumped up, cursing me even as she gave chase. For an instance Yatta hesitated, considering mounting up and giving chase, or pursuing on foot. Rapidly riding a horse even in this partially moonlit night was risky so she decided to join Daryna on foot as I raced away. She did grab her lasso first though. Seeing as Daryna was following in my footsteps, it was Yatta who stumbled into the first series of traps, spraining her ankle in the process.Hearing that, I took a quick detour, allowing Daryna to catch up if she cut crossways in her pursuit. Predictably she did so and crashed into her own series of traps while I continued to beat feet out of there. As Daryna untangled herself from the 'spider web' trap; really just a tangle of silk strings; she heard the horses neigh and then take off. The ninja had exploded smoke bombs in the horses' faces to accomplish this feat.By the time Daryna stood up, I was long gone in the foot race. She carefully picked her way back to Yatta, helped her up and then worked her way back to find their saddles cut loose and packs set aside... and their horses long gone as well. From what 'Five' related to us later, Daryna elected to take after their lost steeds while Yatta treated her sore ankle. 'Five' didn't hang around to see how long it took Daryna to return with their mounts. The rest of us had successfully slipped away by that time.Reunited.By the time we had reunited with Felix he had already discovered our next Treasure Trove; more grain, a compass and a map of the whole region. Woot! We still only had one mount until an hour past sunrise when our two steeds came trotting into our brief camp. Now we had three horses. We elected to release Carla's mount to find its way back to her mistress... eventually, we hoped."Care to explain the entourage?" Felix joked."Somebody who is somebody loves me," I shrugged. "I can't tell you who though. I've been sworn to secrecy.""Damn... five female ninja. We have got to not waste this opportunity.""I am so onboard with that plan," I grinned, "but it going to be tough. Most of the only speak Japanese and they are all related to a girl I've already knocked up.""So they all know what a stud you are, Cáel ," Felix laughed. "Give it time and they'll be begging for it. I know the type. Fit, but silent with minimal social skills. They want to know all about how you seduced their sister, cousin, what have you.""God, I hope so," I groaned. "All this abstinence is driving me crazy.""Me too," he chuckled. "Me too."Oh, what we had planned was horribly irresponsible. We had the inaugural First Great Hunt to win for all Mankind after all. Still, it took only three elements to be effective; a stream, river, or lake of some kind to bathe in; to convince the ninja we had to take a bath to remove any scent the Amazons who captured us may have sprayed on us; and the ninjas' willingness to believe such an outlandish excuse to get naked. Once they saw us naked nature would take its course.Well, despite our awesome masculine arsenals... we got nowhere. The ninja babes didn't buy our excuses, blew away our pseudoscientific ramblings (pheromones don't work that way, they insisted) and seriously; we didn't really have the time. So while putting our shirts back on and then going for our boots, two more Amazons came our way. We barely had the warning time to seek cover when Elsa and Rachel came riding down the stream, looking each way for any signs of us.Thanks to our horses remaining perfectly still as well, they gradually moved past our hidey-holes and out of our view. The second the ninjas gave us the 'all clear' we hurriedly finished dressing then headed off in a different direction. The last two Amazons I wanted to confront were Elsa and Rachel. I liked Rachel too much and quite frankly was too afraid of Elsa.Once more we risked using some Ninja Magics to aid our passage through a light, early morning rain. This one put off a confusing area of tracks which were both difficult to follow; Amazons were no dummies; and included our chosen pathway to the next treasure trove. Shortly after an overcast noontime Sun, we hunkered down for a few hours and took a short nap.I would have liked to sleep longer, but according to the two ninja who had stood watch, the whole area appeared to be crawling with Amazons out and about, mounted and dismounted and following our misleading trails, but still being close enough around to make traveling above the canyons frankly impossible. Felix and I had a meeting of the minds with Hatsuyuki.Sending two Ninja off on our steeds wouldn't work because at least one group of the opposition had our binoculars and none of the Ninja could pass for us under such scrutiny. In fact, we couldn't come up with a single plan which guaranteed us a chance to move about unseen. So, we came up with a crazy plan instead. I would take off on Peppermint in an elliptical path meant to draw off as many Amazons as possible.It had to be me because a few of the Amazons might not pursue Felix if he tried the same stunt, focusing on capturing Ishara first... so Ishara had to be the one to play decoy. We shook hands, hugged then scouted around for the best opportunity for me to make a bolt for it... then off I went. What the Ninja planned to do wasn't revealed to us though I had a feeling they weren't enamored with my plan.Peppermint and I came out of the closest draw and set off with a meandering gate; we would need all the speed she could muster soon enough. Unthinkingly, I had also stumbled across an added bonus to my plan. Me and my dumb luck. See, all the Amazons anywhere close to me at the start had been pressing their mounts hard for a day and a half now plus hadn't spent any time last night sleeping whereas me and Peppermint were relatively well fed and watered as well as well rested.Still, my initial sense was that I was simply fucked. All across the plain, Amazons noted my presence within a minute and began moving to hem me in. I imagine once I was unmounted and bound, the grand melee to see who would claim me would begin. I counted twelve of the fine ladies and while none were directly ahead of the direction I was heading in, some were far too close for me to hold out much hope.I didn't give up though. I wasn't in me and apparently it wasn't in Peppermint either. She picked up the pace instinctively when I leaned forward and off we went. Incrementally, all thirteen steeds picked up their speeds. I wasn't going to make it... and then it got worse. Coming out of a draw to my front-right was none other than Ella Mielikki.See appeared as surprised to see me as I was to see her, but that didn't last. She whipped out her lasso and spurred her mount to go faster. She was going to cut me off. I had no out in any other direction. All I had was a plain full of grass and thunderclouds in the distance; just too far away to do me any good.'Remember who you were...' came unbidden to my mind.I leaned forward and began whispering in Peppermint's ear in a language I did not know... but three thousand years ago it had been the language of horse peoples like the Scythians who taught it to their noble young... and so had another people long forgotten by history... the Medians. The words spilled out of me until all that was left was the final benediction; words that would bind man and mount together.[Median] "For Aya," I whispered.Remember who you were; wasn't meant for me. It was for the hundreds of Median steeds my Grandfather had ridden into battle... with his comrades-in-arms for over a thousand years two thousand years ago.Ella was whirling the lasso over her head. We were so close I could read the prayer to Mielikki on her lips as she strove to close those last few hoof-falls. The lasso flew through the air...Peppermint took off in a burst of speed utterly unlooked for. Her ghostly white plume rose majestically over her head; Grandfather's symbol... and now mine. The thunder of a hundred such steeds filled my ears with their power as we pulled away from the falling lasso... now less than a foot... too short. She had missed us and with that throw, passed the last chance the Amazons had to catch me.Rachel would later tell me they were all completely aghast at the pace Peppermint set as we rode past Mielikki, easily outdistancing her thus everyone else. We had escaped them and they knew it. They didn't know how and the looks of utter disbelief the Amazons behind me exchanged left them no doubt I had led them a merry chase only to vanish in a whirlwind of dust as I raced all the way into the storm-burst. Gone, gone, gone.Rachel told me she had then turned to Elsa and laughed heartily."I should have given him my honor blade," she chuckled, "because unlike the rest of you, I knew better.""But, what did he do?" Elsa had asked, truly curious and a bit frustrated."Just being Cáel ," Rachel had shaken her head as she replied. "Just being Cáel ."[Sunday]It was a thick, pounding rain as promised. No one could ride in this. Visibility was down to a few yards and the ground had turned into a morass. Only the greyness of the clouds betrayed the coming of day to us while our final treasure trove; a compass, map and coordinates for the rescue; pointed us in the proper direction... us and thirty Amazons.In our favor, the Ninja threw up a marching cordon around us so we didn't walk into any ambushes, and any Amazons not already at least even with us in the distance separating us from our evacuation point had a chance of catching us. Again, no Amazon worthy of their name would ride in weather like this and in a foot race, we men actually finally had the advantage.I wish I knew who was closest so I could plan accordingly. In strictly hand to hand combat, Felix and I had the advantage on over half those we were confronting. While most excelled at being hunters, beating up their prey with hands and knives wasn't normally their second best feature. No, they were fine combatants, just not in Felix's, or my, league.But then there were the Amazons like Tormé Maeve and Elsa Zorja who could kick our asses without a doubt, and planning how to fight them required a completely different game plan."What's on your mind?" Felix leaned in and shouted into my ear."This ain't over. Not only do we have to reach the evacuation site within a twenty minute window, we have to hope a half-dozen Amazons aren't waiting there for us."Felix nodded."Who is going to be the worst team?""Elsa and Rachel. I'm not sure I can beat Rachel and I'm damn sure I can't beat Elsa," I answered."Leave Elsa to me then. While I've never fought her before, she's also never fought me," he reasoned. "My best bet is an all-out offense; holding nothing back and hope I can outmuscle her before she pulls some surprise on me.""That's about right," it was my turn to nod.One of the Ninja came running back to us."There are two Amazons ahead of us going in the same direction. What do you want to do?"I looked to Felix who cracked his knuckles. He was right too. We didn't have enough time left to race around them; not in this mud; so jumping them and putting them down was our best bet.Bleeding.Our fists were bleeding, I had a knife wound on my left thigh, and Felix's nose was most likely broken, but we had put down two pairs of Amazons in the closing hour of the Great Hunt... and we were still free. We had even recorded the coordinates of where we left the four bound Amazons because leaving them all tied up in these conditions didn't seem fair.So far we had put down Niranjana Ereshkigal and Anna Cybele whose strategy was to figure out where the evacuation point was and then set up an ambush close by, and our old buddies, Tormé Maeve and Parul Nammu, who had been racing up to the evacuation point after some piece of divine intervention. They stumbled into us as we were binding up the first two.Thanks to the Ninja we had a moment's warning before they jogged right into us. It was on! Felix immediately challenged Tormé while I circled Parul, each seeking an advantage. Unfortunately, Tormé began cleaning Felix's clock so spun around and we switched partners."I wanted it to be me and you," she snarled."I was hoping to miss you entirely," I replied. She laughed and closed... and then slipped in the mud and slid right into my knee strike. Before she could clean the cobwebs from her head, I had landed three solid fist strikes to her jaw, rendering her incapable of immediate resistance; one tough chick! I quick glance back to Felix showed me he had Parul well in hand, so I quickly bound Tormé up and took her honor blade so she wouldn't be cutting herself free too soon.After we had Parul secured, Felix slapped me on the back and laughed."You bastard, I saw that," he chuckled. "She slipped.""I'll take it," I was unapologetic. Explaining to Felix how she was Katrina's #1 assassin would take too long. I'd leave it to Katrina to warn him how dangerous dating her would be.And then we heard the helicopter... and looked at our watches. It Was 11:48! We raced up the last bit of the slope to see the helicopter finish its descent. We'd made it... and then we saw Elsa and Rachel climbing up the slope beside us, disguised as we were by the downpour."Cáel !" Elsa screamed out my name. Rachel simply charged Felix wordlessly.I drew Tormé's honor blade and faced Elsa down. "Do you honestly think you can defeat me?" Elsa laughed. "Because Cáel , you cannot. You are already beaten, bruised and bleeding. Surrender and I promise to be gentle.""On any other day, I would agree with you, but this is not like any other day," I held my captured small knife out in a fighting stance."Today... today I have my Grandfather's knowledge and my Father's boundless spirit, Elsa. Today; you cannot defeat me. Come at me and find out, if you must." My stance flowed into an alien design... which came from a time when knives were the only close combat weapon anyone was lucky enough to have. My knife raised up over my head yet still pointing at my opponent while my empty left hand pointed at my foe.Then it occurred to me... if I could withstand the pain, I could grab her blade and hold it in place while I slashed down with my own ceremonial weapon. I could regenerate the damage; that was my edge and this was a fighting stance my Grandfather had perfected with that knowledge when all blades were either sharp stones, or smelted copper.I could see Elsa studying me rapid-quick before she made her lunge. It was so On! The first series of slashing strikes saw me barely missing having my hand cut open. I wasn't so lucky my second time around. Elsa sliced my ring finger to the bone."Damnit, Cáel !" Elsa snapped. "If you are going to fight me, at least use the training Pamela gave you. I have no idea what this crazy stance is supposed to show, but I think it is nothing more than your made-up style again. This time I am going to really hurt you if you don't surrender... Right Now!"Yeah, Elsa was upset she had to actually hurt me. I sensed that in her. Still, the pain quickly receded and I continued to stalk her... silently and with great determination on my face. No response was necessary and I was sure my quietude was unsettling her even more. On the next exchange Elsa moved so fast I couldn't track her blade. Still, I moved my empty palm across to stop her most likely angle of attack.I was wrong. By shifting my entire body to stop her slash, I put myself in the wrong positon; closing the distance between us and intercepting her surprise backslash with my left side at the kidney level. Ouch! Motherfucker! I grunted but used my positioning disadvantage as an advantage. As Elsa's hand recoiled from the dire wound she had given me, I reached out with my left hand and grabbed her wrist.My right hand came down attempting to slash her wrist in this exchange. She caught my right wrist in her left hand. Our bodies collided then my forward momentum slammed into her form and we both fell over. She rolled so we ended up crashing down on our sides, but I refused to release my hold while driving my blade ever downward.I didn't have much advantage over Elsa, but I was superior in upper body strength. It was my old buddy except coming out in my favor today. Slowly my blade inched toward its target."How... can... you... still... be... fighting?" Elsa ground out between her teeth."I am Ishara," was my reply. "The power of the goddess runs through me," I added a lie meant to confuse and dishearten her.She tried to break away by rolling around. I wouldn't let her. I tangled my legs up with hers until we were one conjoined mess. Then she surprised me with a head-butt right as the option was just occurring to me. She smashed my nose. There was blood everywhere, but I wouldn't relent on my hold. Instead, I followed up her head-butt with one of my own.Elsa caught mine with the hardest part of her forehead instead. Our skulls collided. I refused to feel the pain so while she was still reeling from that contact I smashed forward once again; this time impacting her temple and really shocking her. I had to have seemed like a monster to Elsa by this point in our bout; I could feel no pain and no infirmary would hold me back.Lacking every other point of leverage, she went for the 'Tried and True'; her knee impacted my precious gonads and for just that instance, my hold on her weakened. She broke free then rolled away."Stay down," she almost screamed at me. I didn't, instead rising up and resuming my archaic stance once more."This is going to hurt you a whole lot more than me," she promised next. Just then we both heard a titanic scream to my left. By the sound of the grunt which followed, I realized Felix had connected with one of his powerful kicks to Rachel's ribs. I used the positional advantage to charge. We collided once more, each one's opposite hand clamping down on the other's knife hand.While standing, we pushed each other back and forth, attempting kicks and foot stomps all the while my knife approached Elsa's collarbone. We were both too on guard for head-butts to pull one off this grapple, but I didn't need it... because we were in fact, grappling and I had a whole martial art devoted to grappling; Brazilian Jujutsu!I dropped Tormé's honor blade and flipped us around so I landed on top of her. Her blade drew a bloody line along my hip, but not enough damage to cause me any consternation. I could see it in her eyes, the moment we landed in the mud. She realized her mistake by allowing me too close, but the last time she had let that happened she had succeeded in stabbing me in the kidney, so she was taken off-guard for just that instance."Yeah," I chortled, "Just recalling my Brazilian Jujutsu aren't ya?""I can beat it," she ground out."You and an MMA Army," I growled back. She was in danger of having me roll her over... then it would be light's out!Right then Rachel and Felix came crashing down on the two of us, breaking my concentration and my hold. The four of us rolled up and separated once more.Rachel moved to Elsa's side while Felix helped me stand."We are running out of time," Felix informed me. We were. That appeared to be Rachel and Elsa's strategy all along. Keep us occupied for the remaining... eighteen minutes... damn was I out of breath and hurting."Switch," Felix tapped me on the forearm. "I got this."He didn't and he knew he didn't. For some god damn unknown reason, Felix was doing a selfless act for the first time in his life and I couldn't comprehend why."She'll destroy you," I pointed out."You're bleeding; badly," he stated, "and failing fast.""Listen to your friend," Rachel interjected herself into the conversation. Worse, she stepped aside and clearly indicated she would let me pass."Rachel!" Elsa snapped."He's earned it. For the past eighty-four days and then some, Cáel has earned; our respect," Rachel reminded us."Okay," I acknowledged the act of kindness. I moved behind Felix so he could screen me from Elsa... then shoved him as hard as I could across the muddy surface toward freedom. The look he sent back my way was priceless. Reluctantly, he looked back once then jogged to the helicopter and the rewards he deserved for surviving against so many for so long; just like me, but without the Goddesses and my troop of ruthless Amazon allies..."Two on one," I joked."No. I've surrendered my trophy," Rachel smile to me was emotionally crushing."Fine," Elsa nodded then, "Let's continue." This time I didn't have a knife.When we collided this time, she didn't hesitate to stab me in the left pectoral; above the heart, but not by much. I failed to catch her wrist and realized I was all out of game. My regeneration couldn't tackle both bleeding wounds and I was beginning to feel woozy.Elsa fell back."Surrender, Cáel ," her own voice had softened."Never surrender," I laughed back then I began to sway.This time as Elsa closed, she went for the grapple as well. I countered as best I could, but my reflexes were slowing down too. I wasn't going to make it then something tackled us both, slamming Elsa into my chest, stunning her."Felix... you came back," I groggily mumbled as Felix hammered Elsa hard, twice in the temple."You would come back for me. I see that now," he confessed. He half pulled, half-dragged me to our waiting chariot. The clock was a 'ticking."Rachel," I looked over to the other combatant. She hadn't started advancing on us like she should have."Go," she waved us away. "Today... today you have won your freedoms. Now go."What honors Rachel had passed over for whatever reasons were unknown to me. I was terrified she had done it out of love for me. Terrified because I felt so unworthy of such devotion and affection.Yet, Felix and I had made it and as the helicopter took off, I could sense the tension leave my body. My wounds were indeed healing and my blood supply, so witlessly spent was returning to me. Felix leaned into me as the nice Epona medic aboard our ride began to administer her traumatic injury training. I winced because it felt appropriate, not because I was allowed to feel any of the passing pain."You are a Runner now," I looked over to Felix. "Welcome aboard.""Sure thing, Ishara.""Ha," I chuckled. "Call me Cáel . You have earned that right.""I imagine there is something to that," he nodded. "Tell me what it is when you get the chance.""I will," I promised. "That and a few thousand other critically important things none one else will bother to teach you. As the saying goes, 'you've earned it'."Thus Ends The First Great HuntNow onto the final chapter of the First Part of Cáel 's journey.By FinalStand for Literotica.

This type of restaurant serves barbecue, often spit-roasted and portioned off tableside by servers in continual rounds from the grill. Anney and Lauren dig into the history and cultures behind churrascarias and rodizio-style service.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Masters Week 2025 has arrived - and Smylie Kaufman & Charlie Hulme are here to get you ready with a look at some of Augusta National Golf Club's most iconic holes, with an assist from the reigning champion and World #1 Scottie Scheffler! We begin with a big-picture look ahead to the tournament and the biggest names in play - and perhaps some dark-horse candidates - before diving deep in our big Masters preview Tuesday night at TBonz Steakhouse in Augusta. Smylie & Charlie then use snippets of Scottie's commentary on "Magnolia," "Pampas," "Carolina Cherry," "White Dogwood," "Chinese Fir," and "Redbud" to discuss the strategy involved in playing each of those holes. Check out "Every Hole at Augusta National with Scottie Scheffler" here: https://youtu.be/rzn9beZEG_g?si=nncjQ9lMVX61f_Fh We close with Smylie's brief recap of the Valero Texas Open from the airport en route to Augusta. Get ready for a mix of humor, expert insight, and Masters magic as Smylie and Charlie gear up for one of golf's most celebrated events! Big thanks to AHEAD and House of Atlas for their support - check them out at the links below! https://www.ahead.com/ https://houseofatlas.com/   Don't forget to like, comment, and subscribe for more golf insights! #golf #pgatour #progolf #golfpodcast #golftrip #pgachampionship #mastersweek #scottiescheffler #pgatour #pgabetting #golfnews #golfhighlights #golfbetting #pgatour #mastersweek #brianharman #whowillwinthemasters #golfchannel CHAPTERS: 00:00 - Intro 05:00 - Masters Tournament Look Ahead 14:35 - Every Hole at Augusta National with Scottie Scheffler 16:40 - "Magnolia" (5th Hole) 22:40 - "Pampas" (7th Hole) 29:10 - "Carolina Cherry" (9th Hole) 34:30 - "White Dogwood" (11th Hole) 39:46 - "Chinese Fir" (14th Hole) 43:13 - "Redbud" (16th Hole) 51:00 - Valero Texas Open Recap 53:30 - Like & Subscribe Reminder

INTRO (00:23): Kathleen opens the show drinking a Captain Jack Pilsner from Olde Mecklenburg Brewery in Charlotte. She reviews her weekend in Virginia Beach VA and Charlotte NC, eating Carolina BBQ and touring an aircraft carrier.    TOUR NEWS: See Kathleen live on her “Day Drinking Tour.”   COURT NEWS (14:53): Kathleen shares news on Anne Murray's Lifetime Achievement Juno Award, Morgan Wallen's in the hot seat after his Saturday Night Live appearance, Jelly Roll has gotten rid of his iPhone, Post Malone buys a horse named “Ashtray,” and Snoop Dogg is partnering with Dr. Dre to open the “Still G.I.N Lounge” in Nashville.    TASTING MENU (3:43): Kathleen Doritos Late Night Jalapeno Popper chips and Orion Sweet Corn Turtle chips.    UPDATES (33:25): Kathleen shares updates on Chimp Crazy Tonia Haddix's federal sentencing, the Just Stop Oil organization announces that it will cease museum actions, the first Millennial Saint sits in rest awaiting his canonization, and 23andMe goes bankrupt.    HOLY SHIT THEY FOUND IT (51:22) : Kathleen reveals the discovery of a Pampas cat on a trail camera in Chile, and rare otters are discovered in England.    FRONT PAGE PUB NEWS (53:23): Kathleen shares articles on Fireball Whiskey's senior promotion,  Johnny Mathis' retirement after 70 years of touring, the Sundance Film Festival is leaving Utah for Boulder CO, Bar Louie has filed for bankruptcy, White House Faith Officer Paula White is offering paid celestial blessings if donations are made before Easter, Elon Musk has sold X to his AI company, Prince Harry is accused of bullying a charity, and a naked woman has a meltdown in the DFW Airport.    WHAT ARE WE WATCHING (27:03): Kathleen recommends watching March Madness basketball games, and “Happy Face” on Paramount Plus.   FEEL GOOD STORY (1:15:30): Kathleen reads about the world's oldest cat Millie turning 30 years old.

Série histórica Nossas Origens, um recorrido desde os primórdios até o tempo dos nossos tataravós. Com produção e apresentação de Martim Cesar Gonçalves. Inéditos, quintas feiras, às 11:15h na Radiosul.net

Leopoldo Dante Tévez (Estación Atamisqui, Santiago del Estero, 22 de marzo de 1942-Miami, 1 de enero de 2025), conocido como Leo Dan, fue un cantante, compositor y actor argentino.[3]?[4]? Apodado como el León de las Pampas, desarrolló una exitosa carrera musical entre Argentina y México, desde mediados de los años sesenta.[5]? A la par de su exitosa carrera musical, y al igual que otros colegas suyos en Latinoamérica[6]? (como Leonardo Favio,[7]? Sandro y Palito Ortega,[8]? inspirados en la carrera de Elvis Presley[9]? y Los Beatles) inició una carrera en el cine, y ya con su popularidad consolidada, también se convirtió en una celebridad de la televisión.[10]? Si bien su estilo musical se asocia a la nueva ola y luego al pop rock y la balada romántica con canciones de los años 60 como «Celia», «Cómo te extraño mi amor», «Siempre estoy pensando en ella» y «Mary es mi amor», a partir de los años 70 incursionó en la ranchera, cosechando gran éxito, especialmente en México, con canciones como «Esa pared», y «Cuando un amor se va».?

Tonight, we'll read from the seventh chapter of British naturalist Charles Darwin's “The Voyage of the Beagle” titled “Buenos Aires and Santa Fe”. “The Voyage of the Beagle” is the title most commonly given to the book first published in 1839 as Darwin's “Journal and Remarks”, bringing him considerable fame and respect. The book chronicles Darwin's five-year journey aboard the HMS Beagle, during which he made groundbreaking observations that contributed to his theory of evolution by natural selection. If you'd like to start from the beginning, the first episode of this series aired on June 10th, 2024, with subsequent monthly episodes exploring Darwin's journey in detail. This chapter explores Darwin's overland journey from Buenos Aires to Santa Fe, Argentina, providing vivid descriptions of the landscape, people, and wildlife he encounters. The region is dominated by flat, fertile plains, part of the expansive Pampas, which Darwin admires for their vastness and agricultural potential. He observes the lifestyles of the local inhabitants, including gauchos, whose skills in horsemanship and simple yet resourceful way of life fascinate him. Darwin also reflects on the history and politics of the region, commenting on the social conditions and the impact of Spanish colonization. He describes the wildlife in detail, noting the abundance of large birds like rheas and the diversity of smaller animals. Darwin continues his geological studies, examining rock formations and fossils that reveal the natural history of the area. — read by 'N' — Sign up for Snoozecast+ to get expanded, ad-free access by going to snoozecast.com/plus! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The Bloom or Bust Podcast is BACK! This week we're back in the dirt (literally) with another episode of gardening highs, lows, and questionable decisions. Join Andie and Jonny as they attempt to bring order to their garden chaos--spoiler alert: it's not going according to plan. In this episode, Jonny takes a bold approach to hedge trimming that's either genius or grounds for divorce (you'll have to listen to decide), while Andie dives headfirst into her seasonal obsession: festive foraging. Does she find the perfect Christmas combo, or just a bunch of twigs? Tune in to find out. As always, there are plenty of laughs, some near-death encounters with garden tools, and a healthy dose of "why do we do this to ourselves?' Grab your gloves, grab your trowels, and get ready for another rollercoaster of gardening bliss (and busts). Will it bloom? Or will it bust? Tune in to find out!

We have previously covered the Clare Garden Festival - the hugely successful annual festival that takes place in Ennis. Now, we are going to find out all about the Clare Garden Festival's sister event, the Harvest Music & Garden Festival. Los Paddys de las Pampas are also set to perform at the festival. To find out more, Alan Morrissey was joined by the organiser, Carmen Cronin and Paddy Mulcahy, from the band Los Paddys de las Pampas.

In this episode, Ken and Lisa of Watters Garden Center share how to force pampas to show more blooms. What are some steps you should take to get that pampas to bloom? Should you use certain watering techniques? Should you be using a special fertilizer? Listen in to find out!Listen to Mountain Gardener on Cast11: https://cast11.com/mountain-gardener-with-ken-lain-gardening-podcast/Follow Cast11 on Facebook: https://Facebook.com/CAST11AZFollow Cast11 on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/cast11_podcast_network/

Jp nos trae el disco que colocó finalmente a Los Pericos en la cima del Reggae Nacional.

Fluent Fiction - Spanish: Capturing the Pampas: A Stormy Tale of Light and Shadow Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.org/capturing-the-pampas-a-stormy-tale-of-light-and-shadow Story Transcript:Es: En el vasto horizonte de las Pampas argentinas, el aire frío del invierno rozaba suavemente las mejillas de Mateo y Sofia.En: On the vast horizon of the Argentine Pampas, the cold winter air gently brushed Mateo and Sofia's cheeks.Es: El sol empezaba a descender, pintando el cielo con tonos anaranjados y violetas.En: The sun began to descend, painting the sky in shades of orange and violet.Es: Mateo, con su cámara en mano, estaba decidido a capturar la esencia pura del paisaje.En: Mateo, with his camera in hand, was determined to capture the pure essence of the landscape.Es: Esta imagen sería especial. Una que capturara no solo la belleza, sino también la paz de su tierra.En: This image would be special—one that captured not only the beauty but also the peace of his land.Es: Sofia, su amiga, le acompañaba.En: Sofia, his friend, accompanied him.Es: Ella admiraba la pasión de Mateo por la fotografía.En: She admired Mateo's passion for photography.Es: "Mateo," dijo, mirando con preocupación el cielo nublado, "parece que se acerca una tormenta."En: "Mateo," she said, looking at the cloudy sky with concern, "it looks like a storm is coming."Es: Mateo miró hacia el cielo.En: Mateo looked up at the sky.Es: Nubes oscuras se agrupaban, y el sonido lejano del trueno retumbaba.En: Dark clouds were gathering, and the distant sound of thunder rumbled.Es: Pero él sentía que esta era su oportunidad.En: But he felt this was his chance.Es: Decidió arriesgarse.En: He decided to take the risk.Es: "Solo un poco más," respondió, con los ojos fijos en el horizonte.En: "Just a little longer," he replied, his eyes fixed on the horizon.Es: De repente, el cielo se rompió en un diluvio.En: Suddenly, the sky broke into a downpour.Es: La lluvia caía con furia, sorprendiendo a los dos amigos.En: The rain fell furiously, surprising the two friends.Es: Sofia buscó refugio bajo un árbol cercano, llamando a Mateo a seguirla.En: Sofia sought shelter under a nearby tree, calling to Mateo to join her.Es: Sin embargo, él se quedó quieto, protegiendo su cámara con su cuerpo.En: However, he stood still, shielding his camera with his body.Es: El tiempo seguía mientras la lluvia continuaba imparable.En: Time passed as the rain continued unabated.Es: Justo cuando parecía que todo esfuerzo sería en vano, la tormenta comenzó a amainar.En: Just when it seemed all effort would be in vain, the storm began to subside.Es: En un instante milagroso, el cielo se aclaró.En: In a miraculous moment, the sky cleared.Es: Una ventana perfecta apareció entre las nubes, iluminando el paisaje con una luz dorada.En: A perfect window appeared between the clouds, illuminating the landscape with a golden light.Es: Mateo, empapado pero determinado, levantó su cámara.En: Mateo, drenched but determined, raised his camera.Es: En esos escasos minutos capturó la imagen que tanto anhelaba. Un cuadro que mostraba el balance entre la calma y la tormenta, la luz y la sombra.En: In those brief minutes, he captured the image he longed for—a scene that showed the balance between calm and storm, light and shadow.Es: Sabía que esa fotografía contaría una historia más allá de las palabras.En: He knew that photograph would tell a story beyond words.Es: Satisfecho, Mateo se dirigió finalmente hacia Sofia.En: Satisfied, Mateo finally headed towards Sofia.Es: Ella, riendo y secándose el pelo, lo felicitó.En: She, laughing and drying her hair, congratulated him.Es: "Lo lograste, Mateo."En: "You did it, Mateo."Es: "Sí," respondió él con una sonrisa, sintiendo el peso de su inquietud aligerarse.En: "Yes," he replied with a smile, feeling the weight of his restlessness lighten.Es: Comprendió que la belleza verdadera estaba en esos momentos impredecibles.En: He understood that true beauty lay in those unpredictable moments.Es: Y que su conexión con la tierra de sus antepasados no era solo a través de las imágenes, sino también en los desafíos que enfrentaba y superaba.En: And that his connection to the land of his ancestors was not only through the images but also through the challenges he faced and overcame.Es: El camino de regreso estuvo lleno de charlas y risas, con un nuevo viento fresco que acompañaba sus pasos.En: The way back was filled with talks and laughter, with a fresh new wind accompanying their steps.Es: Mateo había aprendido a apreciar la incertidumbre, con un corazón lleno de gratitud hacia las Pampas que le dieron mucho más que una simple fotografía.En: Mateo had learned to appreciate uncertainty, with a heart full of gratitude towards the Pampas that gave him much more than just a simple photograph. Vocabulary Words:the horizon: el horizontethe sky: el cielothe essence: la esenciathe landscape: el paisajethe storm: la tormentathe cloud: la nubethe thunder: el truenothe refuge: el refugiothe challenge: el desafíothe shadow: la sombrathe effort: el esfuerzothe rain: la lluviathe air: el airethe photograph: la fotografíathe calm: la calmathe window: la ventanathe balance: el balancethe ancestor: el antepasadothe descent: el descensothe chance: la oportunidadthe passion: la pasiónthe concern: la preocupaciónthe beauty: la bellezathe determination: la determinaciónthe surprise: la sorpresathe laughter: la risathe connection: la conexiónthe gratitude: la gratitudthe unpredictability: la incertidumbrethe light: la luz

Todos los martes sumamos al fogón de Mañanas Urbanas artistas y bandas locales, regionales, y de todo el país! Hablamos con Víctor Torres uno de los integrantes del trío folclórico " Los Pampas " hablamos de sus giras por festivales, sus discos y mucho más!

Rafflande och ruggig. Charles Darwins Resan med Beagle är suverän läsning, men den ger också den moderna läsaren övning i att skaka på huvudet, menar författaren och biologen Fredrik Sjöberg. Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radio Play. ESSÄ: Detta är en text där skribenten reflekterar över ett ämne eller ett verk. Åsikter som uttrycks är skribentens egna. Publicerad 2022-04-25.Först av allt – en varning. Känsliga lyssnare som bekänner sig till flera tusen år gamla teorier om skapelsen bör möjligen stänga av radioapparaten redan här, så även de som tar illa vid sig av att rasbiologer som Carl von Linné och Charles Darwin ännu tar plats i det offentliga rummet. Anser man att naturforskare som de ska gömmas undan, och statyerna kasseras i metallåtervinningen, kan det som följer framstå som stötande. En promenad i det vackra vädret är nog att föredra.Kvarvarande lyssnare, ni oförbätterliga råskinn, ska få höra om en resa som kom att betyda mer än de flesta: det brittiska örlogsfartyget Beagles världsomsegling på 1830-talet, sorglöst finansierad av idel kolonialister och imperiebyggare. En ganska ordinär expedition, ska sägas; syftet var att kartlägga kustlinjer och farleder, främst i Sydamerika, och resan hade knappast blivit legendarisk om inte Beagles 26-årige befälhavare, Robert FitzRoy, hade plågats av en välgrundad misstanke att hans anlag för depression kunde slå över i komplett galenskap.Alltså behövde han sällskap, en bildad, godmodig människa att samtala med när tristessen och grubblerierna kom smygande. Frågan gick till den fyra år yngre överklasspojken Charles Darwin – som skulle ha blivit läkare, var det tänkt, men han ogillade barbariska operationer utan bedövning, så nu skulle han istället bli präst. Inte för att han var påtagligt religiös, men en position som landsortspräst lovade gott om fritid för att samla skalbaggar, som var hans egentliga intresse. I det läget kom budet från kapten FitzRoy – och resten är, som bekant, historia.Darwin mönstrade inte på Beagle som officiell naturforskare, utan som privatman och betalande passagerare. Hans mamma hade ärvt en porslinsfabrik så det fanns gott om pengar i familjen, och när killarna väl kom iväg med 28 man i besättningen och sex kanoner på batteridäck började så Darwins förvandling från bortskämd flanör till en av tidernas vassaste vetenskapsmän. Det var i december 1831; de kastade loss och satte kurs på Kap Verde. Darwin ångrade sig omedelbart, så vedervärdig var hans sjösjuka.Men han bet ihop och började skriva ner sina observationer och funderingar. Inte så mycket från havsvidderna, men väl från alla de platser där man ankrade. Fem år senare, när de kom hem till England igen och Darwin satte sig att redigera sin bok Resan med Beagle, noterade han att oceanerna visserligen hade varit stora, men att han ändå hade befunnit sig på landbacken under mer än tre år – i Brasiliens djungler, på Pampas och i Patagonien, i Chile, Peru och senare bortåt Nya Zeeland och Australien samt slutligen i södra Afrika. Dessutom hade Beagle på vägen anlöpt en lång rad mindre öar: Falklandsöarna, Galapagos, Tahiti, S:t Helena och många andra. Alla bidrog till Darwins tänkande kring livets utveckling på jorden."Resan med Beagle" är en förvånansvärt bra bok. Författaren var ännu mycket ung och ett alldeles oprövat kort. Berömmelsen i och med skandalboken Om arternas uppkomst låg ännu tjugo år i framtiden. Men skriva kunde han. Stilen är frisk och berättelsen lever av alla biologiska och geologiska iakttagelser, som dessutom vittnar om att han redan då hade börjat syssla med artbildningens gåta. Hans uttryck ”den allsmäktiga tiden” pekar spikrakt fram emot hans banbrytande evolutionsteori. Emellertid kan och bör denna bok även läsas lika mycket för dess berättelser om alla människor författaren möter. Bussiga landsmän och brutala tyranner om vartannat, och förstås även mer ursprungliga folkspillror med sämre framtidsutsikter.Eländigast är befolkningen i de regniga, vindpinade bergen på Eldslandet, nere vid Kap Horn. De står där halvnakna i kölden på stranden och fattar ingenting; européer har de aldrig stött på förut. När Beagle bränner av ett kanonskott från två kilometers håll svarar de med att kasta sten. Vid ett annat tillfälle när FitzRoy och hans mannar försöker kommunicera blir kaptenen orolig och skjuter ett par pistolskott i marken bredvid några urinnevånare, men de vet inte var skjutvapen är och blir bara förvånade, inte rädda. Darwin skriver i sin dagbok att de kan bara inte begripa vem som är överlägsen. Den enda pedagogik som fungerar är att skjuta ihjäl dem.På flera ställen i boken finns kommentarer om att skillnaden mellan vilda och civiliserade människor ofta är större än mellan vilda och domesticerade djur. På Tahiti är det dock inte lika förskräckligt, skriver han, för där har missionärerna haft större framgång. Till och med sedeslösheten som sägs utmärka öns kvinnor finner han aningen överdriven, och aboriginerna i Australien kan åtminstone jaga med bumerang. Oborstade är de, men intelligenta.Ja, ni hör.Naturligtvis var Charles Darwin rasist och sexist och allt annat ont som är lätt att fördöma i dag, men det tjänar ingenting till att skuldbelägga honom för 1900-talets mordorgier under buller från rasbiologins med tiden ganska tomma tunnor. En möjliggörare, i någon mening ja, men inte mer än Albert Einstein i relation till atombomben. Tänkarna ska bedömas just för sina tankar, inte andras gärningar, för också cancelkulturen kan slå över i komplett galenskap. Det enda raka är att läsa det de skrev, och sedan tänka själv, det gäller många – från Linné, Adam Smith och Darwin till Ayn Rand och Karl Marx.Den senare skickade förresten ett exemplar av sitt magnum opus Das Kapital till Charles Darwin, sådär som stora författare gör för håva in lite beröm från andra tolvtaggare. Men Darwin gjorde sig aldrig omaket att läsa boken. Han hade börjat forska om daggmaskar då, så han hade väl inte tid.I ungdomen, på resan med Beagle, var det mest plattmaskar han studerade, och lysmaskar. Bläckfiskar också, och fjärilar samt sköldpaddor förstås och vattensvin, gamar, finkar, strutsar, ödlor, palmer, sniglar, koraller, valar, mossor, löss och ungefär allting annat inklusive myrlejonsländor och fossiliserade mastodonter. Politisk filosofi var inte hans grej, det framgår mot slutet av Resan med Beagle, i en reflexion över ”den brittiska nationens filantropiska själ”. Han skriver: ”Som engelsman är det omöjligt att betrakta dessa avlägsna kolonier utan en stark känsla av stolthet och tillfredsställelse. När man hissar den brittiska flaggan verkar rikedom, välstånd och civilisation oundvikligen följa.”Ja ja, fast å andra sidan, Marx var väl inte så bra på skalbaggar. Som intellektuell måste man hämta impulser från olika håll, hela tiden. En förutsättning är att böckerna finns tillgängliga i tryck, som Bibeln har varit i gott och väl femhundra år. När Resan med Beagle gavs ut i januari 2022, i Kungliga Vetenskapsakademiens klassikerserie, var detta ord i rättan tid. Cancelkulturen var visserligen omdebatterad, men kön till metallåtervinningen var ännu lång. Så läs, kära lyssnare. Darwin lämnar ingen oberörd. Man kan inte sitta och nicka instämmande en hel dag. Man får liksom nackspärr av det. Bättre att skaka på huvudet ibland – och glädjas åt allt som har blivit bättre sedan 1830-talet.Fredrik Sjöberg, författare och biologLitteraturCharles Darwin: Resan med Beagle. Översättning: Daniel Helsing. Fri tanke förlag, i samarbetet med Kungliga vetenskapsakademien, 2022.

Se juega la gran final este sábado en CASI, y charlamos con Julian Hernandez, apertura de Dogos XV; y con Nico Vergallo entrenador de Pampas.

¿Hacer un juego para MSX en 2024? Pampas & Selene: the MaZe of Demons ha salido recientemente, primero en su formato original, el sistema MSX que contaba con un catálogo de juegos tan recomendables como inalcanzables económicamente para muchos jugadores de la época, y después para multiformato e incluso se está trabajando para Switch.Su creador, Francisco Tellez, publicó en 2011  UnEpic, la historia-espejo de un jugador de videojuegos que se va al baño y que acaba dentro de un castillo y un juego. También Ghost 1.0 y Unmetal. Introduciendo al jugador en un laberinto muy metroidvania y con la posibilidad de multijugador local y online, Pampas & Selene nos invita a derrotar al clérigo oscuro que invadió el reino de Greek con la ayuda del arco y flechas de Pampas y la potente magia de Selene. Hablamos con Fran Tellez (programador)  y con Francisco Javier Lis (Nenefraz), grafista.Con Don Víctor y Duque de Champagne exploramos en los cómics con más aspecto reto y algunos títulos de la época MSX. ¿Hacer un juego para MSX en 2024? Pampas & Selene: the MaZe of Demons ha salido recientemente, primero en su formato original, el sistema MSX que contaba con un catálogo de juegos tan recomendables como inalcanzables económicamente para muchos jugadores de la época, y después para multiformato e incluso se está trabajando para Switch.Su creador, Francisco Tellez, publicó en 2011  UnEpic, la historia-espejo de un jugador de videojuegos que se va al baño y que acaba dentro de un castillo y un juego. También Ghost 1.0 y Unmetal. Introduciendo al jugador en un laberinto muy metroidvania y con la posibilidad de multijugador local y online, Pampas & Selene nos invita a derrotar al clérigo oscuro que invadió el reino de Greek con la ayuda del arco y flechas de Pampas y la potente magia de Selene. Hablamos con Fran Tellez (programador)  y con Francisco Javier Lis (Nenefraz), grafista.Con Don Víctor y Duque de Champagne exploramos en los cómics con más aspecto reto y algunos títulos de la época MSX. Escuchar audio

A Agência de Observação Oceânica e Atmosférica dos Estados Unidos (NOAA, na sigla em inglês) alertou que a temporada de furacões do Atlântico de 2024, recém iniciada, deverá ser “extraordinária" este ano. O impacto das mudanças do clima sobre a frequência e a intensidade dos furacões e ciclones intriga os cientistas. Lúcia Müzell, da RFI Brasil em ParisSe, por um lado, eles são fenômenos climáticos naturais do planeta, por outro, o aumento da temperatura global, inclusive dos oceanos, tem levado a sua intensidade a também ser maior.A agência nunca havia previsto um número tão alto em suas projeções de maio: poderão ocorrer de quatro a sete furacões de categoria 3 ou mais, o que significa ter ventos superiores a 178 km/h, podendo chegar a 250km/h.Cientistas americanos chegam a defender que a escala Saffir-Simpson, que mede a força destes eventos e atualmente termina em 5, ficou obsoleta e deveria ser expandida para 6. O tema reúne alguns dos maiores especialistas do mundo em um colóquio na França, promovido pela Universidade Paris-Saclay no mês de junho."Até poucos anos atrás, não havia uma resposta para essa pergunta: a queima de combustíveis fósseis está fazendo os ciclones serem mais intensos ou frequentes? Essa era uma pergunta em aberto até pouco tempo, mas agora nós começamos a chegar a algumas respostas”, aponta Davide Faranda, diretor de pesquisas em climatologia do CNRS (Centro Nacional de Pesquisas Científicas), da França."Os primeiros estudos sobre ciclones tropicais começaram a sair e já sabemos que, pelo menos para estes ciclones, as mudanças climáticas – ou seja, a queima de combustíveis fósseis feita por nós, seres humanos – estão, sim, modificando pelo menos a intensidade de alguns ciclones tropicais”, afirma.La Niña combinada com aquecimento do Atlântico A chegada do fenômeno La Niña ajuda a explicar a temporada violenta de ciclones e furacões que está por vir, e que atinge principalmente o Caribe, a América Central e a América do Norte. La Niña resfria as águas do Pacífico e influencia o clima global. Uma das suas consequências no Atlântico é a diminuição da dispersão dos ventos nas regiões onde costumam se formar e avançar os furacões.Isso vai ocorrer num contexto em que as temperaturas do Atlântico norte estão anormalmente altas. A associação dessas condições favorece ainda mais a formação dos fenômenos extremos, que podem avançar para a terra firme, com efeitos devastadores.A brasileira Suzana Camargo, pesquisadora de ciências do clima e especialista em fenômenos extremos da Universidade de Columbia, nos Estados Unidos, ressalta que os especialistas estudam o impacto no clima das conexões entre o norte e o sul do oceano Atlântico – um equilíbrio que também é afetado pelo aquecimento do planeta."Todos esses efeitos podem, às vezes, combinar e levar a extremos climáticos não apenas no Brasil, como no Caribe e na África”, aponta.A pesquisadora compara a situação ao lançamento de um dado. "Você tem um sexto de probabilidade de cair em cada lado. Mas se o seu dado estiver um pouco deformado, não vai ser mais um sexto para cada lado. As probabilidades terão mudado”, explica. "É assim que eu gosto de pensar no aquecimento global: você está mudando as probabilidades do seu dado."Impacto na América LatinaNo Brasil, La Ninã poderá provocar seca no sul e sudeste e aumentar as chuvas no norte e nordeste. O professor emérito de ciências da atmosfera do MIT (Massachussets Institute of Technology) Kerry Emanuel assinala que, por enquanto, a ocorrência de ciclones e furacões na parte sul das Américas deve permanecer rara. Mas isso não significa que a região esteja ao abrigo de outros fenômenos extremos, a exemplo das recentes enchentes no Rio Grande do Sul."Não vejo razão para este tipo de evento climático extremo mudar muito, porque tem uma parte do mundo que não é favorável à ocorrência de ciclones tropicais. Mas tem outros eventos extremos que afetam a América do Sul, em especial inundações”, destaca."A região dos Pampas, na Argentina, tem um problema de tempestades severas convectivas, e este é um fenômeno que não tem merecido a atenção que deveria dos cientistas do clima, assim como da imprensa, exceto quando acontecem e são terríveis. O granizo causa inúmeras perdas todos os anos e estamos apenas começando a entender como essas tempestades estão respondendo às mudanças do clima”, salienta Emanuel.Suzana Camargo complementa: “Não vai ter impactos diretos dos furacões e ciclones no Atlântico norte, mas a gente sempre pode pensar em termos dos extremos climáticos que estão acontecendo no mundo todo. Não é só em relação a furacões, mas todos outros tipos de eventos extremos”, afirma. “O Brasil está presenciando isso, mas também tem uma onda de calor imensa na Índia. Estamos vendo todos os dias que eles estão ocorrendo no mundo inteiro. A situação está muito preocupante."A temporada de furacões e ciclones no Atlântico vai de junho a novembro. Já o fenômeno La Niña costuma perdurar de um a três anos.Neste segunda-feira (3), pesquisadores do WWA (World Weather Attribution) revelaram um estudo mostrando que as mudanças climáticas dobraram a chance de chuvas extremas no Rio Grande do Sul, além de aumentarem até 9% a sua intensidade. Quando associadas ao fenômeno El Niño, que acaba de concluir um ciclo, essa chance pode ser multiplicada por até cinco, alertou a pesquisa, realizada por cientistas internacionais, inclusive do Brasil.

Vamos acabando la temporada 14 pero no nos olvidamos de los videojuegos. Comentamos con pasión la nueva aventura de Senua y las aventuras de un simpático gatito por la ciudad. Charlamos con UnEpic Fran, creador de UnMetal, sobre su nuevo juego. Y, entre muchas otras cosas, la segunda parte de la sección dedicada a los mandos de consolas. Este es el contenido del programa... -FaceNews: Yakuza se pasa a serie en Amazon Prime Video (00:04:56) -La Chapa de Collima: Historia de los mandos (2ª parte) (00:09:10) -Little Kitty Big City (00:27:44) -Morbid: the Lords of the Ire (00:36:03) -Pampas y Selene- Charla con UnEpic Fran (00:45:48) -Sea of Stars (01:01:26) -Hauntii (01:11:31) -Senua's Saga: Hellblade II (01:21:02) -Galacticare (01:35:06) -Fading Afternoon (01:38:46) -Star Wars: Jedi Survivor (01:45:33) Esperamos que os guste el programa y ya sabéis que volvemos (casi) todas las semanas con más cosas frikis. También nos tenéis en www.hellofriki.com y en las redes. Y en nuestro canal de Telegram!

This is the Mobile Suit Towing Company, we will tow your ship through space with our patent pending, Magic Powered Unicorn System. Call us for a quote today! Despite all the towing talk, we actually had a touching episode. Zinnerman reclaims his daughter in a touching moment. Also, for a second we think our nemesis, Full Frontal, is on our side, but that doesn't last long.Our Links:Ian Wolffe

Dr. Rob Mikkelsen recently attended the American Society of Agronomy Conference. He reunited with many of his colleagues and we have the chance to bring two international influencers onto our podcast over the next couple weeks. In this week's podcast, we delve into the heart of modern agriculture with Dr. Fernando Garcia, a renowned expert in soil fertility and crop nutrition. Dr. Garcia is a Free Professor at the College of Agricultural Sciences of the National University of Mar del Plata, Argentina, and a consultant for various agricultural organizations, shares his valuable insights into ecologically intensified cropping systems and their impact on global agriculture.  Some of the topics we covered are  The Four Pillars of Agriculture: no-till farming, crop rotation, cover crops, and balanced nutrition. Dr. Garcia's perspective on how these pillars contribute to sustainable agriculture. Comparative Agriculture: Argentina vs. North America.   Dr. Garcia outlines key challenges in modern agriculture and discusses innovative approaches and technologies in addressing these challenges with an emphasis on the importance of adapting to climate change and environmental pressures. Exploration of programs and strategies used by Argentinian farmers and how these practices can be examples for farmers globally. The role of government and private sector in supporting these initiatives. Make sure you check out next week's episode with Dr. John Ryan

Episode 2376: Our featured article of the day is Savage Pampas (1945 film).Welcome to random Wiki of the Day where we read the summary of a random Wikipedia page every day.The random article for Sunday, 5 November 2023 is Savage Pampas (1945 film).Savage Pampas (Spanish: Pampa bárbara) is a 1945 Argentine historical film directed by Lucas Demare and Hugo Fregonese and starring Francisco Petrone, Luisa Vehil and Domingo Sapelli. The film's sets were designed by Germán Gelpi. The film is set in the nineteenth century in the Dry Pampas, when it represented a frontier between Argentinian-controlled territory and areas still largely inhabited by Indians before the Conquest of the Desert extended Argentine control southwards. In 1966, Fregonese remade the film in English under the same title. In a survey of the 100 greatest films of Argentine cinema carried out by the Museo del Cine Pablo Ducrós Hicken in 2000, the film reached the 24th position.This recording reflects the Wikipedia text as of 00:22 UTC on Sunday, 5 November 2023.For the full current version of the article, see Savage Pampas (1945 film) on Wikipedia.This podcast uses content from Wikipedia under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License.Visit our archives at wikioftheday.com and subscribe to stay updated on new episodes.Follow us on Mastodon at @wikioftheday@masto.ai.Also check out Curmudgeon's Corner, a current events podcast.Until next time, I'm Ayanda Neural.

We've gotten some huge selections of grasses in. Pampas grass, Carl Forrester's, Buddy grass. They're all in bloom. They're just stunning. Yeah, they're gorgeous. You let them bloom through the end of the year. Then Ken Lain, The Top 10 Gardener, says that he usually cuts back his grasses in January when they have turned tan and are starting to lose their shape. He cuts most grass back to ankle level, but some larger grasses, like Pampas grass, he may cut back to knee level. What else should you know about care for tall grasses? Listen in to find out more!Listen to Ken Lain's weekly gardener podcast. You can also listen to Ken Lain's Mountain Gardener Radio Show Live Saturdays at 8 am & 11 am and again on Sundays at 8 am on KQNA, and 11:30 am on 95.5 & 99.9FM.       Follow Cast11 on Facebook: https://Facebook.com/CAST11AZFollow Cast11 on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/cast11_podcast_network/Listen to Mountain Gardener on Cast11: https://mountaingardener.buzzsprout.com or wherever you stream podcasts.

Announcing an exciting new way for you to Circle Round with us, support public radio and get some really cool stuff — welcome to the Circle Round Club! Also check out the preview of one of our bonus bedtime stories: a tale we call “The Lighthouse of the Pampas,” from the South American country of Uruguay. 

In this episode, Ken and Lisa answer the question 'When does pampas grass bloom?' Also, learn some great tips about Walnut tree care and more!Listen to Ken Lain's weekly gardener podcast. You can also listen to Ken Lain's Mountain Gardener Radio Show Live Saturdays at 8 am & 11 am and again on Sundays at 8 am on KQNA, and 11:30 am on 95.5 & 99.9FM.                                                                          Check out Watters Garden Center's website at: www.WattersGardenCenter.com.Follow Cast11 on Facebook: https://Facebook.com/CAST11AZFollow Cast11 on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/cast11_podcast_network/Listen to Mountain Gardener on Cast11: https://mountaingardener.buzzsprout.com or wherever you stream podcasts.

Viajamos a la Pampa argentina y uruguaya a través del libro "Allá lejos y tiempo atrás" de William Henry Hudson acompañados del biólogo Adrián Azpiroz, con quien entendemos las llanuras y volamos con las aves que se ha dedicado a estudiar. 

Search for Pampas Meadowlark in Bahia Blanca, Argentina. Theme: La Boqueria (Sting version) by Loius Nichols. Courtesy of Epidemic Sound ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.epidemicsound.com/track/uWeGdACji6/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠

El presidente de la Conaie, Leonidas Iza, se pronuncia sobre la grave situación en Palo Quemado, Las Pampas y Pangua, debido a la minería. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hechosecuador/message

Join us for a naughty festival of mirth and merriment where we discuss why some 70's suburban gardens had Pampas grass, fat lads, Huw Edwards and Bill Wyman's love lives, and an Australian listener telling us how he accidentally offered a diplomat, "man's milk". And as if that wasn't enough, Donald Trump and his talking dog, Chris get three wishes on their desert island retreat. Will Chris be allowed to use them wisely, or will it all be wall-to-wall golf courses and pallettes of prostitutes?Meanwhile, in Dear Honzie, our South African agony uncle suggests a rather unique mutual back-scratching solution for his old mentor, Sun columnist, Dear Deidre.Giggles is good for you!#RayMac #JormaKirkko #ComedyPodcast #ComedySketches #Istanbul #Over40sComedy #BBCNonceSense #MansMilk #FatLads #HuwEdwards #BillWyman #DonaldTrump #TalkingDog #FraudulentAgonyAunt #GigglesIsGoodForYou #GoodSkills #SwingersInSuburbia #PampasGrass #DearDeidre #Honzie Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Felipe Pigna repasó junto a Emilio Firpo la historia de su bisabuelo, Luis Ángel Firpo, boxeador argentino conocido como El Toro de las Pampas y considerado como el padre del boxeo profesional argentino. En ese sentido, hablaron de “17 segundos”, la obra de teatro que protagoniza en la que encarga los últimos segundos del round de la pelea del siglo por el título mundial de peso completo que enfrentó Luis contra Jack Dempsey, en la que el argentino proyecta a su oponente fuera del ring. Historias de nuestra historia, todos los viernes de 22.00 a 23.00 Con Felipe Pigna.

Hello, wrestling fans! It's time for Episode #64 of Shut Up and Wrestle, with Brian R. Solomon! This week, my guest is Mary Fries, daughter of “The Wild Bull of the Pampas”, Pampero Firpo! Mary has some wonderful memories of her legendary father, as well as stories about his glory days and what it was … Continue reading Episode 64: Mary Fries → The post Episode 64: Mary Fries appeared first on Shut Up And Wrestle with Brian Solomon.

Dongguan, na província chinesa de Guangdong, foi durante muito tempo um dos maiores redutos de brasileiros no país asiático. A comunidade, composta principalmente por trabalhadores do setor calçadista do sul do Brasil, chegou a ter quase 5 mil pessoas. Muitos foram embora durante a pandemia de Covid-19, mas também por razões econômicas. Porém, eles ainda são os moradores estrangeiros mais numerosos da cidade, atrás apenas dos coreanos, e implementaram alguns costumes entre os chineses.  Silvano Mendes, enviado especial da RFI a DongguanQuem entra na escola Wisdom, localizada em uma rua arborizada de Dongguan, não sabe se está na China ou no Brasil. Nas salas de aula, que acolhem crianças e adolescentes de todas as idades, o chinês e o português se misturam, com algumas pitadas de inglês, e as professoras preservam as tradições das escolas do Brasil, celebrando festa junina e até o Dia do Gaúcho.  A escola Wisdom é apenas um exemplo da presença brasileira nesta cidade da província chinesa de Guangdong (Cantão). Dongguan começou a atrair imigrantes do Brasil na década de 1990, quando muitas fábricas de calçados se instalaram nessa dinâmica zona industrial. As empresas, que produziam sapatos na região gaúcha do Vale dos Sinos, escolheram a Ásia em busca de mão de obra mais barata. Mas logo se deram conta que a experiência dos técnicos brasileiros faria a diferença, e muitos dos empregados das fábricas do sul do Brasil foram contratados para ensinar aos chineses como fazer sapatos de qualidade.Foi assim que, aos poucos, uma verdadeira comunidade verde-amarela surgiu em Dongguan e chegou a alcançar um núcleo de 5 mil brasileiros, segundo estatísticas não oficiais. Essa população tinha quase sempre o mesmo perfil: homens que atraídos pelos bons salários na época migravam com suas famílias para a cidade.Até hoje, “a maioria trabalha na área de calçados”, explica Jocenara dos Santos, que mora na China há 14 anos e é professora na escola brasileira. Ela lembra que várias dessas famílias estão instaladas em Dongguan há mais de uma década. Muitos já tiveram filhos no território chinês. Mesmo assim, preferem manter o elo cultural com o Brasil. “Os pais escolhem matricular as crianças aqui porque a gente foca bastante no português”, diz a professora. Arroz e feijão no almoçoOs diplomas da escola são reconhecidos no Brasil, e os alunos seguem o currículo brasileiro. A única diferença é que as aulas são em português, mas também em chinês e inglês. Uma diversidade linguística que atrai até alunos 100% chineses. “Eles vêm pela curiosidade, por ter amigos ou colegas de trabalho brasileiros. Querem saber não só a língua, mas também os costumes, pois nós somos diferentes”, conta Jocenara, que se orgulha de servir arroz e feijão diariamente no almoço que é servido na escola. No entanto, se o estabelecimento já chegou a ter mais de 100 alunos, agora apenas 27 crianças e adolescentes estão matriculados. Pois como no resto da cidade, a escola vem assistindo nos últimos anos a uma diminuição considerável da comunidade brasileira. Muitos desses expatriados perderam seus empregos e deixaram a China. Seja por causa do fechamento das fábricas, que se mudaram para outros países asiáticos ou até africanos, em busca de mão de obra ainda mais barata, ou pelo simples fato que os chineses aprenderam a expertise brasileira no setor calçadista e aos poucos foram substituindo esses imigrantes. Esta situação piorou durante a pandemia de Covid-19. Além do fechamento das fábricas, quando o surto teve início no começo de 2020, muitos brasileiros de Dongguan estavam em férias no Brasil com suas famílias e, diante das restrições do governo chinês para entrada no território, apenas alguns trabalhadores conseguiram voltar. Durante meses, várias famílias permaneceram separadas por causa do coronavírus. Os homens continuaram a trabalhar na China, enquanto as mulheres e crianças ficaram bloqueadas no Brasil. Essa distância fez muita gente desistir do “sonho chinês” e voltar de vez para casa. “O país não tinha inflação”Fernando Andrade viu de perto esse movimento. O carioca mora na região há 17 anos, onde chegou como músico e hoje presta assessoria em importação e exportação. Ele perdeu as contas do número de contêineres com mudanças que ajudou a despachar de volta para o Brasil. “Hoje, em Dongguan, eu acredito que [a população brasileira] esteja abaixo de 200 [pessoas]. Já foram milhares. E isso foi consequência dos três anos de pandemia, que afetaram muito o setor calçadista, principal atividade dos brasileiros por aqui”, afirma. “Dongguan já foi a cidade com o maior número de brasileiros na China”, frisa o carioca.“Quando eu cheguei aqui, o país não tinha inflação”, comenta Elcio Diamantino, que chama a atenção para uma mudança de paradigma econômico que contribuiu para o êxodo dos brasileiros. O carioca, que vive há 20 anos no território chinês, também é músico e lembra com saudosismo os tempos em que os preços não aumentavam e o salário oferecido aos imigrantes qualificados era suficiente para uma vida confortável. “Não é dizer que a China está ruim. Porém, o custo de vida mudou”, aponta. Picanha suculenta assustava chinesesMesmo assim, as atividades ligadas ao Brasil continuam na cidade. Basta visitar a churrascaria Latin, restaurante que mata a vontade dos brasileiros saudosos e encanta os chineses com o sistema de rodízio à brasileira. Fernando Andrade é um dos sócios, junto com o gaúcho Valdecir Schneider. Eles atendem mensalmente cerca de 12 mil clientes. Esse número pode parecer uma gota d'água em um país do tamanho da China, mas é uma proeza para um pedacinho do Brasil tão distante dos Pampas. Schneider, que dirige o restaurante com sua mulher, a chinesa Jenny Lee, conta que demorou para convencer a clientela local sobre os hábitos carnívoros vindos do sul do Brasil. Ele sorri ao lembrar do fascínio e de uma certa apreensão dos asiáticos diante do rodízio de espetos – servidos inicialmente por garçons brasileiros, agora substituídos por chineses. “Há 20 anos, quando eu chegava com aquela picanha suculenta e metia a faca, o cliente praticamente me empurrava [temendo o sangue que pingava no prato]”, recorda. Hoje, a história mudou. Os clientes não apenas perderam o medo da carne malpassada e dos espetos do churrasco brasileiro, como 90% dos que comem no restaurante de Schneider e Andrade são chineses.

On the Pampas; Or, The Young Settlers

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On April 8, 2023 (Saturday), 3/4 of the target number of songs for this project will be achieved. Taking that opportunity, I plan to change the thumbnail for each song on soundcloud. I plan to change it to an image of a Japanese anime woman that I feel is pretty good these days. It has already been used in the music video below. Please take a look if you like. Today's music video with beautiful anime girl with her face animations here.. https://youtu.be/QfN6135OjEQ #3377: Mar. 14, 2023: Long and black the shadow lies on the shimmering pampas grass (this title is from "The Tales of Miyazawa Kenji") Today's pure primal piano music here. Happy if this music makes you feel peaceful.. : ) Looking for absolute natural beauty every day for Piano Ten Thousand Leaves. Target number is 4536 and 3377(74.4%) achieved today. Find my project.. : ) This piece may might have good 1/f fluctuation characteristic although I stopped investigating it each piece. I'm now making Archive site of Piano Ten Thousand Leaves project by utilizing #wordpress. Basically nice direction I've already gotten.. : ) Currently 1100 pieces already achieved. But this week I need to do something else, so I'm going to stop this task for a bit. ######## NEW 23rd SELECTION ALBUM JUST RELEASED ######## "Golden Light" - the 23rd selection album of piano ten thousand leaves Youtube: Full(20 songs, 50 minutes) and Free 4K Video with Super Beautiful Motion Graphics of Artgrid https://youtu.be/3Gc813k8eec Youtube: Digest of "Golden Light" music video. 12 minutes in 4K https://youtu.be/GB7oBTB0yOo spotify https://open.spotify.com/album/6kJ3Xoy0jSjx1AmUNyKu6T apple music https://music.apple.com/jp/album/golden-light-piano-ten-thousand-leaves-volume-23/1662304120 amazon music https://www.amazon.com/music/player/albums/B0BRJ258Z7?&_encoding=UTF8&tag=tcjaz-22&linkCode=ur2&camp=247&creative=1211 Line Music https://music.line.me/webapp/album/mb0000000002b2e80a AWA https://s.awa.fm/album/948948aecf74cfc9ee19 Other Every music streaming services in the world https://linkco.re/QebcGtzF?lang=en

The passion that exists within every bottle of Doffo wine originates from their Italian ancestors who immigrated to Argentina in the early 1900s. Marcelo's grandfather, Bernandino, settled in Pampas, Argentina where he grew soybeans and corn and raised cattle. Marcelo grew up on that land, and it was there that his love and dedication to the art of cultivation began. As a young man, Marcelo immigrated to the United States and began a new life journey. In 1994 he visited the old country in the northern region of Turin, Italy and discovered that like every good Italian, his great uncle still made wine the old fashioned way in his basement. Marcelo returned home anxious to try his hand at winemaking, creating his first batches in his garage. By 1997 he had expanded his knowledge and developed his skills as a winemaker, and was awarded the silver medal from the Orange County Wine Society.This experience and honor sealed his fate. That same year he purchased an old cattle ranch in Temecula, California, complete with an historic one-room schoolhouse. The schoolhouse reminded him of a similar place he attended as a small child in Argentina. Starting with bare property, Marcelo painstakingly prepared the soil and installed trellises and irrigation lines by hand. He then planted his first vines of Cabernet Sauvignon and Syrah with a small percentage of Petit Verdot and Cabernet Franc. Four years later, Marcelo was proud to introduce his first wine, calling it “Mistura.” Marcelo's philosophy has always been that good wine making begins in the vineyard. From hand-planting each vine to the meticulous daily attention, Marcelo, his son Damian, and their crew take great care to produce intensely rich fruit that truly expresses their commitment to making world class wine. Doffo Winery produces small batches of wine in comparison to many other wineries in Temecula Valley, and the attention to detail that this affords results in bold, complex wines.

Los Dogos XV Name / Brand: The Dogo Argentina breed was bred by the 1920s Antonio Nores Martinez, a young student of Córdoba in central Argentina. The logo is fierce... just like this type of dog. They are big game hunting dogs, but also are trained for search and rescue, police assistance, service dogs, and guidance for the blind. Stadium: Tala Rugby Club - This 6k capacity stadium will likely be wall to wall with home town supporters from the rugby rich region. Tala has won 23 titles in the Cordoba club comp and will likely have fans who will be barking like the Baja Boys. Bold Prediction: Los Dogos represent Cordoba and win the league. They go toe to toe with their Buenos Aires based rivals Las Pampas throughout the season. They'll find a way to gut it out and win playoff games when it counts to become Super Rugby Americas Champions. Sometimes bad hombres just got that Dogo in 'em. Las Pampas XV Name / Brand: "Las Pampas" refer to the great southern plains of Argentina, Uruguay and a small section of southern Brazil. This large swath of land is rich with ranching culture where cattle farming is life. The logo (above) is crisp, featuring a mean looking Bronco with some unique coloring and patterns. Stadium: Club Atlético de San Isidro, Buenos Aires. better known as CASI. Deep rugby history, 5k capacity. Bold Prediction: Las Pampas stay on top of the table throughout the year. The Argentinean talent is too good for anything lower than a finals appearance. Expect the Dogos vs. Pampas games to be hotly contested all year. American Raptors Name / Brand: The Raptors brand has undergone many transformations (Glendale Raptors, Colorado Raptors, Colorado XOs, and now the American Raptors). The newest iteration features navy blue, crimson and gold, with a Raptors whose beak is so sharp it can cut glass. Stadium: Infinity Park. 5k plus capacity. Official "Unofficial" Home of the USA Eagles, but the Raptors will hope to pack the park during their 6 games homestand from late March to early May. Bold Prediction: Raptors front up and make the playoffs. Wins against the two Argentinian teams won't come easy, but they'll win enough games on their first road trip to put them in a spot to climb the table during their 6 game home stand. Peñarol Name / Brand: Technically this is the brand of the Athletic Club Peñarol who has a bunch of different sports under their umbrella ... but when it comes to rugby brands, sometimes simple plays. Stadium: Estadio Charrúa holds 14k fans when full. Artificial turf seems strange for South America, but makes it easier to manage heavy rains Bold Prediction: The Uruguayans make the final 4, but fall short in a semi-final. They will win some big games throughout the year and have the national team flying high when September comes around and the stage is set in France. Selknam Name / Brand: the Selk'nam, also known as the Onawo or Ona people, are an indigenous people in the Patagonian region of southern Argentina and Chile, including the Tierra del Fuego islands. They were one of the last native groups in South America to be encountered by migrant Europeans in the late 19th century. Red, White and Black are the primary colors for a funky looking logo. Stadium: Estadio Municipal La Pintana holds 5k fans. The other teams in the league will be familiar with the pitch as it hosted ARC matches in 2016 and 2018. Grass, not turf. Bold Prediction: Selknam hangs tough all year, but just misses the playoffs. Their season opener against the American Raptors will tell us a lot, but for now, we have them finishing 5th overall.

In 1889, a group of Jewish families fleeing Russian pogroms arrived in Argentina, hoping for a new life—or at least a safe place to reside for a while before making their way to Israel. Moisés Ville, the town they founded, some 400 miles from Buenos Aires, was one of the first Jewish agricultural communities in Argentina and over the next 50 years would come to be called the “Jerusalem of South America,” replete with theaters, libraries, and two synagogues. But this sunny story of life in the new world has a dark underside, as Argentinian journalist Javier Sinay learned one day, upon reading a 1947 Yiddish newspaper article written by his own great-grandfather. The article detailed 22 murders of Jewish colonists in swift succession, all in the last decade of the 19th century. Why these people were killed—and what it says about the complex history of this once grand town—is the subject of Sinay's new book, The Murders of Moisés Ville, translated from the Spanish by Robert Croll. Sinay joins us to talk about how a story from 100 years ago changed the way he saw his country, and his own relationship to Judaism.Go beyond the episode: Javier Sinay's new book, The Murders of Moisés VilleIt's never too late to connect with the language of your ancestors, as Phyllis Rose writes in “My Mother's Yiddish”Journey further afield into the driving forces of Latin America in our interview with Marie AranaView historical images from Moisés Ville on our websiteTune in every week to catch interviews with the liveliest voices from literature, the arts, sciences, history, and public affairs; reports on cutting-edge works in progress; long-form narratives; and compelling excerpts from new books. Hosted by Stephanie Bastek. Follow us on Twitter @TheAmScho or on Facebook.Subscribe: iTunes • Feedburner • Stitcher • Google Play • AcastHave suggestions for projects you'd like us to catch up on, or writers you want to hear from? Send us a note: podcast [at] theamericanscholar [dot] org. And rate us on iTunes! Our theme music was composed by Nathan Prillaman. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Messi apart, the player that caught most people's eye was Alexis McAlister. But how did his Irish family end up in the Pampas? Today we tell the story of the Irish Argentineans. More than 500,000 Argentineans are Irish-Argentineans, who are they and when did they leave Ireland.  The most famous of course is Che Guevara Lynch.  In February 1889, the largest single transport ship of immigrants ever to dock in Argentina was "The City of Dresden" and it came from Cork. Even Borges, Argentina's chief bard, wrote about Irish gauchos. Join the gang! https://plus.acast.com/s/the-david-mcwilliams-podcast. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

This episode—which is Number 64—is all about the importance of temperate grasslands as habitat for birds.When we say “temperate grasslands,” we mean those generally occurring in the middle latitudes.Temperate grasslands exist in several parts of the world. Some of them cover vast areas. Here in North America, we have the Great Plains as a “great” example.The steppes of Mongolia and the Pampas of South America are similarly vast temperate grasslands.Many, many bird species around the world depend on such grasslands for food and breeding habitat. Among them are raptors, sparrows, blackbirds, larks, pipits, a bunch of South American species in the ovenbird family, Furnariidae… and the list goes on. But, unfortunately, temperate grasslands are also among the most threatened ecosystems on the planet. Many of the bird species that call them home are, not surprisingly, also in trouble.Today, we're going to dive into what makes temperate grasslands special, and why they're so important to birds. I'll give you several examples of bird species that depend on grassland habitats. And we'll also talk a bit about grassland conservation. Because you know we can't get through this without a little gloom and doom.Links of InterestLittle Bustard [VIDEO]Grassland Bird TrustAmerican Prairie ReserveThe North American Grasslands Conservation Act~~ Leave me a review using Podchaser ~~Link to this episode on the Science of Birds websiteSupport the show

: Pampas Festival (팜파스 축제 외), Hanbok Culture Week 2022, Seoul Design 2022 Guest : Jennifer Chang

Our beloved listener, today is a very special episode of Superlatively Yes as Tanya, and I reminisce about childhood memories. Tanya shares her empties and faves, but apparently, I am in a super nostalgic mood, and everything she mentions reminds me of a story! I'm a little bit country, and she's a little bit rock n roll, and we laugh at the similarities and extreme differences of our growing up years. Big names such as Bill Cosby, Scottie Pippen, Frank Broyles, and even Morgan Freeman appear in this episode. Where were you the night Elvis died? Hop on our Superlatively Yes Facebook page and tell us! Tanya was still a baby, but I remember it so well, even today. Enjoy this throwback episode, and then share some of your memories with us.    Empties and favorites links:   It cosmetics cc oil-free matte with SPF 40   Tarte ultra creamy shape tape concealer    It cosmetics brow power in universal taupe    Jo Malone cologne. Wood sage and sea salt https://a.co/d/92noaJ5    L'Oréal age perfect moisturizer    Philosophy face cleanser     Charlotte tilbury liner    lipstick pillow talk    Faves:  Microplane foot file   Coop pillows   Pampas grass decor   Lulu lemon align leggings.    Please take a few minutes and like, rate, download, and subscribe to the Superlatively Yes podcast!!!    Jasa's Pages: Insta: https://bit.ly/3GQKeS2 Facebook: https://bit.ly/3NCJzXf   Tanya's Pages Insta: https://bit.ly/3NSDXaS Facebook: https://bit.ly/3MlOB8M   Jennifer's Pages: Insta: https://bit.ly/3Nlfz1 Facebook: https://bit.ly/3NoGj1c   Tanya and Jennifer's Book: https://amzn.to/3Gi2x2a   Take care, Jasa

This episode of Doomer Optimism has Ashley Colby (@RizomaSchool) speak with Uruguayan regenerative farmer, Magdalena Urioste. Topics range from Magdalena's past as a world traveler in the United States, France, and southeast Asia to her work running Pampeanas Regenerativas Orientales, a regenerative women's ranching group in Uruguay. About Magdalena Urioste Magdalena is an uncompromising and passionate custodian of Nature. She studied Agricultural Sciences at the University of the Republic of Uruguay and studied and lived in the US and France, working as a language teacher, interpreter, and translator. Over 30 years she dedicated her life to education and was deeply involved in early childhood and elementary education in Thailand and Vietnam, where she founded two international schools. She lives and works at “Valle Sol”, a regenerative ranch and farm in the beautiful Sierras of Maldonado, Uruguay, where she raises cattle, sheep, horses, and chickens, and grows organic vegetables for her family and the community. The farm serves as the demonstration and learning site of Pampa Oriental, the Savory Hub in Uruguay, dedicated to training and supporting the implementation of Holistic Management in the country. In 2019, she co-founded Pampeanas Regenerativas Orientales, a women network dedicated to promoting the regeneration of the Pampas grasslands and all its inhabitants. She is a peaceful activist and works tirelessly to inform and support other ranchers and policymakers, particularly women, sharing her practical knowledge on all aspects of land, animal and human health. About Ashley Colby Ashley is an Environmental Sociologist who studied at Washington State University, the department that founded the subdiscipline. She's interested in and passionate about the myriad creative ways in which people are forming new social worlds in resistance to the failures of late capitalism and resultant climate disasters. I am a qualitative researcher so I tend to focus on the informal spaces of innovation. She's the founder of Rizoma Field School and Rizoma Foundation.

#3131, Jul. 11, 2022: The pampas grass was all ablaze like a sea of white fire (this title is from Wildcat and the Acorns by Miyazawa Kenji) Today's pure primal piano music here. Happy if this music makes you feel peaceful.. : ) Looking for absolute natural beauty every day for Piano Ten Thousand Leaves. Target number is 4537 and 3131(69.0%) achieved. Find my project.. : ) This piece may might have good 1/f fluctuation characteristic although I stopped investigating it each piece. ######## NEW 21th SELECTION ALBUM JUST RELEASED ######## "Giouji Temple Feeling Love" - the 21st selection album of piano ten thousand leaves Youtube: Full(20 songs, 50 minutes) and Free 4K Video with Super Beautiful Motion Graphics of Artgrid https://youtu.be/Zq9Oksqf4rw spotify https://open.spotify.com/album/5JDlSrZ6wltF3ouIXsr4U2 apple music https://music.apple.com/jp/album/1615911988 iTunes https://music.apple.com/jp/album/1615911988?app=itunes amazon music https://www.amazon.co.jp/s?k=chair+house+%E7%A5%87%E7%8E%8B%E5%AF%BA%E3%81%AE%E6%83%B3%E3%81%84+-+%E3%83%94%E3%82%A2%E3%83%8E%E4%B8%87%E8%91%89%E9%9B%86+-+%E7%AC%AC21%E9%81%B8&i=digital-music&ref=nb_sb_noss_2 Line Music https://music.line.me/webapp/album/mb000000000266d79e AWA https://s.awa.fm/album/0d40ec976ca707691d13 Other Every music streaming services in the world https://linkco.re/ECPuRp77

#3130, Jul. 10, 2022: And the swaying fronds of pampas grass shone like white fire (this title is from Wildcat and the Acorns by Miyazawa Kenji) Today's pure primal piano music here. Happy if this music makes you feel peaceful.. : ) Looking for absolute natural beauty every day for Piano Ten Thousand Leaves. Target number is 4537 and 3130(69.0%) achieved. Find my project.. : ) This piece may might have good 1/f fluctuation characteristic although I stopped investigating it each piece. ######## NEW 21th SELECTION ALBUM JUST RELEASED ######## "Giouji Temple Feeling Love" - the 21st selection album of piano ten thousand leaves Youtube: Full(20 songs, 50 minutes) and Free 4K Video with Super Beautiful Motion Graphics of Artgrid https://youtu.be/Zq9Oksqf4rw spotify https://open.spotify.com/album/5JDlSrZ6wltF3ouIXsr4U2 apple music https://music.apple.com/jp/album/1615911988 iTunes https://music.apple.com/jp/album/1615911988?app=itunes amazon music https://www.amazon.co.jp/s?k=chair+house+%E7%A5%87%E7%8E%8B%E5%AF%BA%E3%81%AE%E6%83%B3%E3%81%84+-+%E3%83%94%E3%82%A2%E3%83%8E%E4%B8%87%E8%91%89%E9%9B%86+-+%E7%AC%AC21%E9%81%B8&i=digital-music&ref=nb_sb_noss_2 Line Music https://music.line.me/webapp/album/mb000000000266d79e AWA https://s.awa.fm/album/0d40ec976ca707691d13 Other Every music streaming services in the world https://linkco.re/ECPuRp77

Partió de adolescente desde su Chajarí natal con el sueño de convertirse en Puma ¡y lo logró! Jugó en Los Pumitas, Pampas y en el Top 14 francés, y cuando aún tenía ofertas para seguir en el rugby profesional, optó por dedicarse a su vocación familiar: ¡la peluquería! Escuchá la historia de Nahuel Lobo.

Hello, and welcome back to Cool and Crazy Cats this week! In this week's cool and crazy episode, instead of a cool and crazy interview, you will get to learn about the proud Pampas Cat, a furry feline thought by many to give good luck when encountered. You'll learn about the Pampas Cat's habitat, physical traits, lifestyle, and more! Press play to learn more about cats-and wildcats today! Meow! Cool and Crazy Cats is going to have a newsletter once we reach our 100th episode! This episode is number 97, so three more episodes after this and we'll launch a newsletter. All you have to do to receive the newsletter is to send your email address to my email, lianiragade@gmail.com. That's L I A N I R A G A D E @ gmail.com, and once the newsletter is launched, you will receive not just the weekly cool and crazy episode, but also some cool cat information and facts in your inbox. Don't forget to send me your email if you want the Cool and Crazy Cats newsletter sent to you!

In 1889, a group of Jewish families fleeing Russian pogroms arrived in Argentina, hoping for a new life—or at least a safe place to reside for a while before making their way to Israel. Moisés Ville, the town they founded, some 400 miles from Buenos Aires, was one of the first Jewish agricultural communities in Argentina and over the next 50 years would come to be called the “Jerusalem of South America,” replete with theaters, libraries, and two synagogues. But this sunny story of life in the new world has a dark underside, as Argentinian journalist Javier Sinay learned one day, upon reading a 1947 Yiddish newspaper article written by his own great-grandfather. The article detailed 22 murders of Jewish colonists in swift succession, all in the last decade of the 19th century. Why these people were killed—and what it says about the complex history of this once grand town—is the subject of Sinay's new book, The Murders of Moisés Ville, translated from the Spanish by Robert Croll. Sinay joins us to talk about how a story from 100 years ago changed the way he saw his country, and his own relationship to Judaism.Go beyond the episode:Javier Sinay's new book, The Murders of Moisés VilleVisit our episode page for images from Moisés VilleIt's never too late to connect with the language of your ancestors, as Phyllis Rose writes in “My Mother's Yiddish”Journey further afield into the driving forces of Latin America in our interview with Marie AranaScholar senior editor Bruce Falconer reported from a very different kind of religious community in southern ChileTune in every week to catch interviews with the liveliest voices from literature, the arts, sciences, history, and public affairs; reports on cutting-edge works in progress; long-form narratives; and compelling excerpts from new books. Hosted by Stephanie Bastek. Follow us on Twitter @TheAmScho or on Facebook.Subscribe: iTunes • Feedburner • Stitcher • Google Play • AcastDownload the audio here (right click to “save link as …”)Have suggestions for projects you'd like us to catch up on, or writers you want to hear from? Send us a note: podcast [at] theamericanscholar [dot] org. And rate us on iTunes! Our theme music was composed by Nathan Prillaman. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Jack Ben-Harari is a chef in the tradition of Carême and Escoffier. Eschewing academies and industrial training in favor of lived experience, collegial mentorship, and direct sensuality, Jack has apprenticed in the kitchens of New York Times favorites Clay, Deli Kasbah and Sushi Metsuyan; developed speed, organization, and consistency catering 50+ events in New York City (including for FED!); and curated a kaleidoscopic aesthetic palate traveling the globe from Israel and the Levantine, the Altiplano and the Pampas of South America, and the Far East. Jack's current passion project is to distill his vast experience into a simple, comprehensive meditation that allows you not to copy a recipe or style, but to realize your own.Email: bluelemonadepodcast@gmail.com to be a guest on the showEmail: info@hatnothate.org for information on how to become a drop-off pointwww.hatnothate.orghttps://www.facebook.com/hatnothatehttps://www.instagram.com/hat_not_hate/https://www.facebook.com/Blue-Lemonade-Podcast-113752514556183https://www.instagram.com/bluelemonadepodcast/