Podcasts about Pasternak

durée : 00:56:44 - Autant en emporte l'Histoire - par : Stéphanie Duncan - 1955. Désespérant de voir publié son roman "Le docteur Jivago", Boris Pasternak confie son manuscrit à un éditeur italien. "Vous êtes convié à mon exécution" lui dit-il. Car ce geste, il le sait, constitue le début d'une guerre avec le pouvoir soviétique dont il a peu de chance de sortir vainqueur. - invités : Hélène Henry-Safier - Hélène Henry-Safier : Enseignant-chercheur honoraire à l'Université Paris-Sorbonne, traductrice littéraire, critique littéraire. - réalisé par : Anne WEINFELD

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Jimmy addresses the latest news, like billionaires who attended Trump's inauguration losing $209 billion, before speaking with Jesse Eisenberg, Bernadette Peters and Chet Hanks and welcoming comedian Heather Pasternak for stand-up.

Maailmalla myllertää ja kuohuaa. Käskettiin Charly taas studioon kommentoimaan tilannetta Jenkkeihin, Suomeen ja Ukrainaan liittyen! Mitä pienen reserviläisen tästä kaikesta pitäis ajatella?Miks Trump toimii, niinkuin toimii? Voiko Yhdysvaltoihin luottaa? Pitääkö transatlanttinen suhde? Miksi Eurooppa heräsi vasta nyt? Mitkä maat Euroopassa ottavat johtovastuun? Miten tämä vaikuttaa Suomen tilanteeseen?Entä millaisella pohjalla on Ukrainan tulevaisuus? Voiko mineraalidiili olla ratkaisu?Meidän vedenkestävä Taistelijan vihko on asevelvollisen paras kaveri:https://www.varusteleka.com/fi/product/mighty-finland-modestone-taistelijanlehtio/81749Meitä maanpuolustuksen etulinjassa tukee yhteistyökumppanit:Savox - Kriittisen kommunikaation kärkiosaaja. Never Alone. - savox.comSavotta - Huikeita kantojärjestelmiä ja muita varusteita maanpuolustukseen ja ulkonaliikkumiseen - Savotta.fiVarusteleka - Reserviläisen karkkikauppa ja meidän luotettu huoltopiste jo vuosien ajan - Varusteleka.fiHaluatko mainostaa podcästissä? Lähettää palautetta? Jopa kehua? Aiheideoita? Laita yhteyskokeilu osoitteeseenInfo@mightyfinland.fi Instagram: @mighty_finland_

Saadaanko Ukrainaan tulitauko? Studiossa Charly Salonius-Pasternak kommentoimassa uusimpia uutisia!Ukrainan tilanne rupesi elämään kesken toisen jakson äänityksen, joten tässäpä kommentit Charlylta Ukrainan 30 päivän tulitaukoon liittyen. Mitä se tarkoittaa? Missä mennään?Pääjakso ulos aamulla!Meidän vedenkestävä Taistelijan vihko on asevelvollisen paras kaveri:https://www.varusteleka.com/fi/product/mighty-finland-modestone-taistelijanlehtio/81749Meitä maanpuolustuksen etulinjassa tukee yhteistyökumppanit:Savox - Kriittisen kommunikaation kärkiosaaja. Never Alone. - savox.comSavotta - Huikeita kantojärjestelmiä ja muita varusteita maanpuolustukseen ja ulkonaliikkumiseen - Savotta.fiVarusteleka - Reserviläisen karkkikauppa ja meidän luotettu huoltopiste jo vuosien ajan - Varusteleka.fiHaluatko mainostaa podcästissä? Lähettää palautetta? Jopa kehua? Aiheideoita? Laita yhteyskokeilu osoitteeseenInfo@mightyfinland.fi Instagram: @mighty_finland_

Chuck and Roxy are back from their big ski trip with a new episode and open talking all about it. Next it's time to "Meet the Littles" as our hosts welcome Andy Pasternak to the podcast. (22:30) FACEBOOK: Andy Pasternak TWITTER (X): @RenoDrew BLUESKY: @tubadrew.bsky.social FUTURE PODCAST: "Meet me in the medical tent" Then our hosts close out the show with a quick bowling segment, some TV talk, and your emails! (49:45) SONG: "Phantom Vibrations" by Phonolux. phonoluxmusic.wordpress.com JINGLE: Spider Bite! - A parody of a song by TV Theme.Recorded by Brad Weiss in Carrboro, NCRecorded: 08/16/2023  Released: 08/17/2023  First aired: unairedPodcast Website - www.loyallittlespod.com  Patreon: www.patreon.com/c/loyallittlespod/membershipPodcast Email - WTFCPODNET@GMAIL.COMTwitter:@loyallittlespod Instagram: @theloyallittlespodcastPODCAST LOGO DESIGN by Eric Londergan www.redbubble.com Search: ericlondergan or copy and paste this link! https://www.redbubble.com/people/ericlondergan/shop

In this episode Paul, Lara and Holly finally get together to discuss their favourite reads of 2024 and what they are looking forward to reading in 2025. Along the way they talk about: James A Pearson https://jamesapearson.com/ Dead Ink Books https://deadinkbooks.com/ Adventurous Ink https://adventurousink.co.uk/ Fenn's, Whixall and Bettisfield Mosses https://www.shropshiresgreatoutdoors.co.uk/site/fenns-whixall-and-bettisfield-mosses-nnr/ Here is a bookshelf with some of the books we mention in this episode: https://uk.bookshop.org/lists/bookylicious-series-4-episode-4-poppies-poetry-and-pasternak?

Today's guest, Ellie Rose Pasternak,  shares her harrowing account of escaping the Pacific Palisades fire on January 7, 2025. Ellie grew up in the Palisades and previous fires in the area had never reached her family's house. When the fire began that morning, she and her Mom, Glory, who was also home at the time, were not overly concerned because the fire still seemed quite a distance away. At this time, there were no firefighters or engines in the neighborhood, so it seemed as if they were safe. Ellie then describes how she suddenly saw another fire on the other side of her house. She and her mom were keeping in touch with neighbors, and no one could understand what was happening. Ellie went outside, and as she was walking toward what she thought was an orange pylon in the road, she realized it was another fire. She ran as fast as she could to her house and alerted her Mom that they needed to leave immediately. It was now an emergency situation. By this time, their house had lost electricity, and they quickly gathered their animals including 4 dogs, 1 cat, 2 geckos, and 2 turtles. They rapidly gathered medications and a few articles of clothing and threw it all in the back of her car. Ellie describes how overwhelming it was and how things quickly changed in a matter of minutes. At this point, they thought they would be home the next day. In the past, the fire had never reached their home. Afterward, family friends were able to get into the neighborhood only to find that the Pasternaks' entire house was lost. Ellie's father, Dr. Henry Pasternak, is a very well-respected veterinarian who has practiced integrative medicine, using both holistic and Western therapies, for several decades in West Los Angeles. During the time of this taping, the family was sleeping at the veterinary office. The clinic was still open and operating during regular hours and housing many animals in need. Although they are in shock, Ellie explained that they are trying to find some sense of normalcy and are so grateful that they were able to escape with their animals with them. This is just one of thousands of stories of people and animals affected by the devastating fires in Los Angeles in January. If you are interested in making a donation either to the Pasternak family, or to the animals they are helping, pls call the Pasternak Veterinary Center at 310-268-2275. They are also accepting donations via Venmo @EllieRoseUke. To drop off donations in person, visit the clinic at 2038 South Sepulveda Blvd; West Los Angeles, CA 90025 or email info@pasternakvetcenter.com. For further information about Dr. Henry Pasternak and the veterinary clinic, visit www.pasternakvetcenter.com.

Approved Affection.Based on a post by FinalStand, in 13 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. Brandy was unlocking the door when I put a hand on her elbow and strongly turned her around. Frustration morphed into confusion and blossomed into happiness as I exacted my promised minute make-out session. Even a colossal distraction as big as the Mayor's family implosion wouldn't keep me from my Brandy-time.Big Bob 'caught' us at it. The door had been opened and the AC was exiting the front door.‘Hands above the belt-line, Mr. Samsonov,' he grumbled in a friendly manner.‘Daddy,' Brandy pouted to her Papa. ‘He's behaving himself.'‘Are you behaving yourself around my daughter?' the Sheriff quizzed me.‘Sir, I'd rather go directly to the 500 hours of community service than answer that question; Sir,' I replied. Big Bob snorted. Brandy rolled her eyes, gave me one last peck then glided past her patriarch.‘I haven't see her that happy in a long time,' Big Bob spoke softly. ‘Whatever you are doing, be a gentleman about it.'‘Ugh; I'll do my best Sheriff Carson, but it's difficult,' I groaned. Bob laughed at me and my 'agony'.‘Take care, Vlad,' he gave one final nod before closing the door. I made a quick call to Mom to update her to our change in plans. Mikhail had beaten me to the punch. She understood I had to hand-off Brandy first, no harm / no foul. She asked me to hang out at Dominque's place for a while because she knew Mr. Malik was a devious, lying rat-bastard and believed he would sweet talk his daughter into letting him back into his wife's proximity.I mulled over handing her the Malik family secret. I trusted Mom. More to the point, I trusted her to respect my decision to want that tidbit handled with care. No cops harassed me on the return trip. I had taken a circuitous route to be on the safe side. The Police Chief might be the Mayor's ally, or he might be a BBC devotee and have a Brutha solidarity moment with Chinedu too.According to their methodology, once he gave her that cock, she'd forgive every other indiscretion. True or not, I was going to try and cock-block that maneuver. I didn't have a plan when I arrived. Something immediately presented itself to me in the form of a Candy Apple Red 2014 Jaguar F Type V8 S convertible.Daddy, or Sugar-Daddy was way generous to the tune of one hundred grand; that was for damn sure. The billow red mane topping that curvaceous frame was a clear indicator the shit was going to hit the fan at the Malik household. Chine was her BBC addiction, but the Mayor was her boss and political mentor.The look she sent me was fearful over her general situation and one of only passing interest, a look I was becoming familiar with. She was yet another hot, sexy piece of filet mignon that didn't fuck White guys. Groan.‘Who are you?' she was polite enough, possibly seeking to delay the upcoming confrontation.‘I'm Vladimir Samsonov, junior Prince of Evil and I'm here to talk with your boss; she's expecting me,' dispelled her protest that the Mayor was too busy for me.‘Riley Pasternak,' she smiled. ‘I don't recognize the accent,' she added as I passed her. She let me ring the doorbell too.Statuesque and voluptuous; that is what I would call Riley. Burnished coppery hair, thick and glossy flowed in waves down to the middle of her back. Well defined brows of a slightly lighter but no less fiery color framed her oval face and enhanced her verdant eyes, pale freckled skin and flushed cheeks.The makeup she chose didn't really enhance her features which said she didn't wear it that often and the scar above her brow confirmed that she was a tomboy.She dressed to be seen, but also to move in whatever capacity needed. The push up black halter was a strong contrast to her pale skin and plumped up her already impressive cleavage.Below it she wore almost too tight hip huggers that had her lush belly just barely spilling over the waistband. Right above said waistband on the back of her hip was a tattoo that red ‘Red Wolf Bitch' for the Arkansas State Mascot. A second one was teasingly just out of sight on the front of the other hip.Drawing away just a bit from the sexy outfit were all the hippie doodles on her pants. It looked as if she'd let a five year old color on them before she put them on, the neon colors seeming to jump off the denim. She completed the ensemble with cork wedges and a tiny red purse hanging by an equally tiny red string from her shoulder.‘I'm from Alaska,' I let her know. The door flew open in seconds, revealing a tumultuous Dominque who slipped on a semi-civil mask when she saw me.‘Vlad, I thought you were going to stop by your place before coming back for your brother,' she addressed me. ‘Ms. Pasternak, get in here,' she was more abrupt with her 'underling'.I stepped aside to let Riley pass. I hadn't been invited in. Dominque took my actions into account.‘Come in Vlad. Go find your brother. I'll talk to you later,' she said.‘Well,' I began once I stepped in, ‘I think I'd be of more use sticking with you.'Dominque slammed the door behind me.‘I won't need you with me,' she corrected me.‘I'm not staying to help you,' I corrected her. ‘I'm staying to make sure Ms. Pasternak doesn't come to some misfortune.' The Mayor didn't seem pleased.‘What does he mean?' Riley looked from her Boss to me.‘Go, Vlad,' she commanded. I was a guest in her home. Barring extenuating circumstances, I was taught to behave.‘Well, nice to see you again, Ms. Pasternak,' I regarded my fellow guest. Off I went, listening for sounds of my brother and Taliyah. I was almost out of sight;‘Where have we met before?' Riley worried.‘Go, Vlad,' my hostess repeated. I kept going.‘The Cineplex two weeks ago,' I said over my shoulder. ‘The Purge: Anarchy.'‘Oh God,' she moaned. ‘V; Vlad is it; please don't leave.'I reversed course. Dominique could tell that ordering me about at this point was useless. The same instinct which had placed me between Chine and her was placing me between her and Riley.‘You fucked him,' Madame Mayor fumed. ‘Worse, you let him fuck you in a public place you; simple-minded bimbo.'‘Listen Mrs. Malik; it; I; he was insistent,' Riley back-pedaled into a wall.‘And you happened to forget he was my husband?' Dominque seethed. I had to admit she looked rather volcanic, her ass, hips and boobs trembling with repressed energy as she got ready to erupt. I maneuvered so I flanked them both, ready to interpose myself if necessary.‘How many times, Riley?' I posed the question. ‘How many times did the two of you hook up?'‘Four, five,' she reconsidered her response. Dominique looked ready to explode. She mastered herself with a great effort of will.‘What is going to happen when your Grandfather, that racist Jew Bastard, finds out you are back to banging big black bucks, Again?' she threatened. Riley blanched. ‘He threatened to disown you last time. This time, he'll do it, Princess. Then you will be nothing more than another in a long line of chunky Cocoa Puff's. No car, no apartment and damn, I'll make sure you don't have a job anymore.'‘Reggie won't; ‘ she protested desperately.‘Whore, you are only fun to be around because your fat ass is forbidden fruit. Senator Murdoch can get a dozen fresher Betties to haul his coal.' I'd go to Mom to explain the jargon flying around. ‘I know for a fact he likes them young.''Betty's' were White chicks. 'Hauling coal' meant taking black dick. Why couldn't people just say that instead of confusing everything with racial slurs? Riley's reaction showed she was playing into that fear; no fortune and no more choice selections of BBC's.‘Umm; ‘ Riley flickered her eyes my way.‘Chinedu already spilled all this secrets,' Dominique lied. She'd spilled them in her rage, but these two women lying and cheating wasn't my primary concern; taking advantage of their wickedness was. ‘He has his own reasons for keeping quiet.' Riley glanced speculatively from me to Dominique.‘Ha,' Madame Mayor snorted in derision. ‘I don't do White boys.' Oh, that deserved some hard fucking; screw the bitch. I was considering what derogatory idiocy was going to vomit forth from my mouth when Riley's phone rang. Absently she pulled it out of her purse. She paled when she saw the caller ID. Dom snatched it away then trembled.I took it out of her hands before she could make Riley eat the device.‘Both of you keep quiet,' I demanded. I answered the phone.‘Baby-cakes, let's hook up tonight,' Mr. Malik oozed his masculine charisma. ‘I feel like stepping out and I want to see you on your knees worshipping my award-winning Arkansas Black Snake, you cock-hungry slut.'He was loud enough so that both women could hear. I pointed a warning finger in Riley's face.‘Sorry, Mr. Baker, but Riley can't come to the phone right now. She's choking down my Slavic salami, but; after I finish with her and your wife, I'll send the tramp back your way; if she can still walk.'‘Wa, huh, wha, Who? Samsonov?, what did you just say?' he blathered.‘I'm kind of busy right now, Sir,' I taunted him. ‘Hold on.' I spanked Riley's flank. She gasped. ‘That was the sound of me smacking your wife's luscious, sweet and highly neglected ass. I gotta go. Your women look famished for some fucking respect and attention. I'm sure you can find a glory hole to entertain yourself at. I'll talk to you in the morning. Bye,' I signed off before he could reply.I cut off Riley's phone then pocketed it. They were both staring at me in utter shock. Dominique's full, plump lips first closed then she opened them to start laughing.‘Boy, Vlad, that was hilarious,' she chortled.‘That was a freebie, Dominique,' I grinned.‘There are two kinds of cheaters; the ones who convince themselves it will never happen to them, and the ones who believe everyone cheats. That allows them to both allow themselves to violate the essence of their relationships,' I glibly stated, ‘It also makes them want to utterly control their partners so they don't end up becoming cuckolds themselves.'‘Mr. Samsonov; ‘ Dominique studied me, ‘you continue to show me you are much more dangerous than you appear.' Taking into account my size, excellent physical shape, exhibited self-control and clear elucidation, I could only imagine I was 'dangerous' for a White guy; what a tight-ass shrew.‘Flattery will get you nowhere, Mrs. Malik,' I politely responded. ‘I don't do older Black chicks; or date used-up girls who only fuck Black guys. One of the three of us has to have some standards.' They blinked; it was the whole 'da White boy thinks he can talk back to us?' bullshit.‘I'll go looking for Mikhail now. You two have fun sharing in your communal 'I've been dicked-over, bent over and forced to suck another woman's vaginal fluids off his cock' Chine-experiences. I pray neither one of you've done Ass-to-Mouth with him; that would turn my stomach. Bye,' I waved as I departed. Dominique grabbed my arm, her fingernails digging in.‘What makes you think you can insult me that way, in my own house?' she lambasted me.‘It is the truth and we both know it,' I shrugged. ‘Somebody needs to start telling the truth around here, don't you think?'‘Get your brother and get out,' she snapped.‘Done deal,' I answered. ‘Riley; ‘ The doorbell rang. From the look on everyone's faces, none of us were expecting a caller.‘Don't you move,' Dom glared at me, ‘and don't you do a damn thing,' she balefully instructed Riley. Off she stormed.‘Gayle, what are you doing here?' Dom greeted my Mom.‘I brought dinner for my boys, Dominique,' she responded snidely. ‘I expect them to be gentlemen and you to not give a damn about anyone but yourself.'‘You've got some nerve showing up on my doorstep,' Dom grumbled.‘Not really,' Mom shouldered her way inside. ‘I've gotten on with my life. I see you've done the same.'‘Bitch,' Dom sizzled yet didn't stop her.‘Kitchen?' my maternal unit asked me. She was holding a wicker picnic basket and a large paper bag in one hand and a covered pot with a pail in the other. I pointed the way. She winked.Belatedly, Dominique slammed the door and stalked after Mom.‘What would ever possess you that I'd welcome you into my house,' she spat. ‘After what you did to Leon; ‘‘Had; do you really want to rehash that right now considering neither one of us has forgotten, or forgiven a damn thing?' Mom countered.‘Leon is still sucking his puree through a straw and pissing in a colostomy bag,' Dominique simmered.‘Mom?' I questioned.‘Oh, you haven't told your boys about what you and Theo did?' Dominque taunted her. Mom wasn't perturbed in the least.‘Vlad, do you trust me?' my Mother asked me.‘Sure. You can be unfathomable and crazy, but I don't think you've ever hurtfully deceive me.'‘Boy, you had better check that naiveté,' Mayor Malik warned me.‘Vlad, the last time Theo and I spent any time under the same roof was here, in Fonteneau,' she used Kingston's old name. ‘Leon Fox, Dominique's brother, and six other Black bulls decided to brutalize me, I was barely alive when I crawled my way back to the road where Mr. Cobb found me,' she relayed in a pleasant tone.‘So you say,' Dom interrupted. ‘It was your word against them and those seven had iron-clad alibis. To you, all Black men looked alike.'‘Think what you want. I identified all seven of them. You dad and the police chief wouldn't prosecute even though I know they were heard around town bragging about it; how they'd 'taught me a lesson'.'‘Mom, what the hell is going on?' I worried.‘Your Great-Aunt wouldn't accept that the police's investigation acquitted my brother and his friends; Because it was Black officers accepting the words of seven Black men, one of them the newly-minted Mayor's son, over a scared, battered child's,' Mom gave a feral grin.‘Yeah, you racist bitch,' Dominique seethed.‘Theo believed me. Aunt Matilda and Theo both believed me and not your chick-shit police force cover-up,' Mom kept smiling though there was not mirth behind it. ‘Theo made damn sure the guilty paid.'‘He damn near beat four grown men to death,' Dom grumbled. ‘One of them was my brother.'‘Vlad, Theo took a fileting knife and a crowbar with him when he rode his bicycle out and hunted those scumbags down,' Mom explained while staring at my host. ‘He found four of them together. He put all four in the hospital.'‘He ended up in the hospital as well,' Mom added, ‘if that makes you feel better.'‘Is that why Uncle Theo ended up in military school?' I inquired.‘He got off lucky,' Dom bristled. ‘Leon; and Roscoe Sumner never left the damn hospital, Bitch.' She turned on me. ‘Rufus never did see out of his left eye again and Martin Cutler still has to walk with leg braces and a cane.'Uncle Theo and Mom; that explained a great deal about her and her twin's relationship. I knew Mom had once broken into his military school/prison to see him. I also knew now that Mom hadn't lied to me; this vendetta was with this entire sick town, not blanket racism on her part.Black individuals in this town had raped her and other Blacks had covered it up. Theo had avenged her and paid for that with five years of his freedom. Had the Kingston's Black police force simply pursued a proper course of justice, then those seven men would have gotten what the law allowed; and be out of jail by now.Maybe that would have helped Gayle Fonteneau's emotional wounds heal. That didn't happen though. That injustice explained why Mom had initially run away from Dad. She'd suffered at the hands of law enforcement and she carried that distrust and disgust with her into her first meeting with Dad.That had to be some awkward emotional gymnastics on her part.‘Oh, come on now,' Mom chortled. ‘Leon is in a nice assisted-care living facility and Roscoe is in a coma just down the hall from him.'‘What happened to Le; your brother, Mrs. Malik?' I asked.‘According to the reconstructive specialist in Austin he was hit 27 times with a crowbar, that's what happened,' she spat at my Mother. ‘Even now his face doesn't look right and he's one step above a vegetable.'‘You took Aunt Matilda's hush money,' Mom gloated. ‘You all did.'‘That doesn't mean your brother wasn't a psycho, racist bastard,' Dom shot back.‘Bullshit, Dominique. Your Daddy made the town accept Aunt Mattie's deal because she was bringing in the Arkansas State Police (ASP) to investigate Theo's defense claims and that would have fried the whole lot of you,' Mom ignored Dom's snit. Seeing my disbelief, she told me, ‘Back in 1986, the ASP had its fair share of White racists.'‘Had those seven not been guilty as sin; ‘ she glared at the Mayor, ‘maybe Theo wouldn't have gone Rambo on this burgh.'‘Enough!' I intervened. ‘This is not helping us with the problem at hand. Right now, all Mikhail and I are worried about is whether Mr. Malik is going to come home tonight pissed off, drunk off his ass, or both.'‘Why should you care?' Madame Mayor turned my way. Mom started laughing which only made the woman angrier.‘Because unlike you, me and most of this town, my boys are decent individuals who actually give a crap about strangers, regardless of their melatonin levels,' she snorted. She made eye contact with Mrs. Malik.‘Don't blame me,' Mom chuckled. ‘I would be much happier of your shiftless shit of a husband came back and beat the fuck out of you and your daughter. To me, that would be poetic justice for what your father let him get away with.'‘No happening, Mom,' I declared. ‘Mikhail and I are eighteen now so you can't make us go home. If he's really a threat; ‘‘And you can't trust the police,' Mom sneered at Dom. ‘Your police force, Dominique.'‘You are one twisted cock-whore,' Dom riposted.‘Seven young men assaulted me,' Mom snarled. ‘Three weren't around when Theo caught up with the other four. ‘Charles Baker was one of them. The other was Demetrius Quinterre. These days he is the Chief of Police.'‘Charles Baker is Chinedu Malik now?' I requested.‘Yeah,' Mom beamed hostility Mamma Malik's way. ‘The fall after 'it' happened, Charles went to Arkansas State on a football scholarship and changed his name to something more 'African'. If he thinks it made it so that Theo couldn't find him, he's sorely mistaken.'‘Where is your crazy brother anyway?'‘Which one?' Mom snorted. ‘I've got a few.'‘Theo, you crazy cunt.'‘He joined the US Army straight out of the academy. He ended up in Ranger School then the Green Beret,' Mom updated her. ‘Now he's a contract killer for God-knows who. You, the FBI and the US military all are curious about his whereabouts.'‘That's; ‘ Dominique looked at me. What can I say? I have an honest face. ‘Do you believe that?' she asked me.‘Madame Mayor, I've talked to the men from Fort Bragg who have come calling. How to put this; Uncle Theo is exceedingly eccentric; beyond what Mom is.'In a normal situation, this would be when the concerned wife asked if her husband was in danger from my lunatic uncle. Not Mrs. Malik. Hell, a martyred husband killed by a violent racist would be a big boost to her career. It would also remove any chance of her hubby blowing up the situation with Riley, thus Riley's Sugar-Daddy. I could almost see the cold, calculating wheels turning behind her eyes.‘That's hardly encouraging. Fine; Gayle, you can get out. Vlad, I'm going to make some phone calls. Why don't you see what your brother has gotten up to,' the Mayor commanded. Mom shot me a wink when Mrs. Malik pulled out her phone.‘Bring home the pot and basket when you leave,' she advised me. She took my arm and pulled me to the door.‘You have your toiletries and fresh clothes in the bag (the big, brown paper one she'd arrived with). Then, as she hugged me, she shoved something into my front, left pocket. That weekend with the Vegas hookers paid off, I recalled the crinkly sound condom wrappers make. ‘For Mikhail,' she whispered. He was being given her 'okay' to any sexual missteps that might happen if we weren't sent straight home.I imagined most teenage boys would be thrilled to have their mothers handing them some condoms and silently wishing them luck. Not me. This was some fucked-up shit Mikhail, Alexander and I had stepped into. Mom turned without further advice and went to Dad's black '2012 F-150' pick-up truck. I closed the door, then went looking for the ladies.Dominique had taken Riley into the living room. The younger woman was sitting contritely on the sofa while the Mayor quietly brow-beat whomever was on the other end of that phone conversation. I spared them a look, knew I wasn't needed, or wanted, so I went for the stairs.‘Taliyah, Mikhail, Dinner's here,' I called up. I remained at the bottom of the stairs until Mikhail showed himself.‘Was that Mom?' he calmly inquired.‘Yeah. She's gone now,' I gave a wry grin. ‘It is safe you two to come down.' A few seconds later, Taliyah appeared.‘What is it?' she was referring to dinner.‘Whatever Kamika cooked for us,' I replied. She shrugged, clearly upset with the past few minutes of her life. She still came down. She'd missed lunch unless you counted cum swallowed, then had cheerleader workouts, horse-riding and a sex-session with my brother. Mikhail was perpetually hungry as was the norm for growing boys our age and metabolisms.The remarkable thing was her reaction to Mikhail and his blasé attitude. He wasn't walking on eggshells, as Alexander would have, or being sympathetic, like me. Mikhail was being Mikhail; Taliyah's problems weren't his concern so he wasn't intruding. If she wanted some emotional input from him, she'd have to do the 'reaching out'.We doled out portions. Taliyah started with three bowls (for the host of baby-back pork ribs) and plates for the potatoes, carrots and string beans. I motioned for two more. She mentally debated my request before complying. Kamika must have packed a family of eight. There was plenty to spare.After the meal was apportioned, I took two plates and a glass of Pomegranate Juice (Taliyah poured for her Mom) and a glass of lemonade for Riley. I juggled the lot as I traipsed into the living room. The conversation stopped when I appeared. I didn't engage either with eye contact, though I could tell Dominique resented me serving dinner to her guest. I retreated with the same grace I'd exhibited entering.The two high-schoolers had attacked the ribs with gusto.‘Hmm; these are some damn fine ribs,' Taliyah waved a freshly-cleaned bone my way. ‘No wonder the men in your family are so damn huge.' Right as the words tumbled out of her mouth, she shot Mikhail a dirty look, daring him to make a snide aside about the size of his cock. Mikhail didn't take the bait.‘Give Kamika a call around noon-time. She'll add a place-setting for you at the dinner table,' he replied after vigorously sucking the meat off his fourth victim. That was the opposite of what she expected a man, a Black man, to say. She'd never had a possibly sexually suggestive chat with a White guy.‘The food's not so good I'd want to spend time with you,' she poked him.‘I'm not hot to re-experience your she-devil bitchiness either, Taliyah,' he teased her. ‘I've got to accept that Brandy's going to keep putting a sappy smile on Vlad's face and that suggests they'll crawl out of bed long enough to get some food.'‘We are never going to have sex again,' she wacked his hand with a fresh rib, leaving a saucy mark.Mikhail licked the sweet substance off while keeping eye contact with the girl. She refused to back down from his provocation. My brother responded by tenderly poking her lips with a fresh rib. She kept her mouth closed yet couldn't keep the smile from her face. She countered by presented piece of meat in front of him. Mikhail caught the offering in his teeth and shook it hungrily.Now I felt like the one who should tell them to get a room. The two began making messes of each other's faces with sloppy feedings of one another before including me in the game. It was so engrossing, we three missed Mrs. Malik coming into the kitchen and catching us at play.‘Taliyah, what, are, you, doing?' her mother clipped off each world.‘I'm keeping the White boys quiet,' the daughter thought quickly on her feet.‘Oh, that's what you call it,' Dominique's eyebrow arched. ‘It looks more like your flirting with them both.'‘What!' Taliyah squalled. ‘I hate Mikhail; Vlad's okay. He treats Brandy like she matters, not the way Darius does. He treats her like a cum dumpster.'‘I thought you wanted to be with Darius?' Dom studied her daughter intently.‘Well; I've changed my mind. His whole attitude; the 'I'm a football stud' is getting too pricey for my tastes,' she clarified. ‘Rashaan has his head so far up Darius' ass that's stopped being funny too.'‘Taliyah, if you stop dating Rashaan, you won't be popular,' mom protested.‘Listen to your mother,' Mikhail agreed. ‘Look how well hooking up with a football star worked out for her.' Waves of furious emotions radiated from mom. Taliyah's reaction was far more direct.‘You bastard!' Taliyah swore before she punched him in the upper arm. She was starting to cry.Chine may have been a raging prick to Samsonov eyes, but he was Taliyah's Daddy.‘Fuck,' he exaggerated. ‘What makes you think; ow,' he recoiled as she began to rain blows down on his upper arm and chest. Tears started to stream down her face as she pummeled my brother who took his beating like a champ.‘You are such a; a; ‘ she stammered.‘Neanderthal?' he volunteered. Two more blows were her response then her attacks lost strength and direction. Mikhail wrapped her up in his arms as she sobbed into the crux of his arm and chest.‘Feel free to hate me as much as you need to,' he held her tight. ‘I'm not that fond of you either.' He kept her close for another minute.‘I'll take her upstairs,' Mikhail told Dominique. He kept an arm around her shoulders to aid her direction and off they went. The Mayor looked my way.‘I don't know what's up with that,' I shrugged. ‘Mikhail really is a jerk most of the time. Heck, he's the biggest bastard of the three of us; the most like Mom's dark side, so I'm not sure what he's doing being nice to your daughter.'‘If he does something to her,' she threatened me. Her eyes went past me to Riley who had come to the open doorway. ‘Don't you start thinking you can be leaving,' she aimed her prodigies' way. ‘I'm not done with you.'‘Besides, he's still out there,' I meant Mr. Malik. ‘He's likely to do something irrational that both of you will regret.'‘Why should you care? You are a Fonteneau,' the Mayor grumbled in an accusatory voice.‘I'm not sure,' I shrugged. ‘I trust my Mom a lot more than I believe your version of events. From what I know of Uncle Theo, if he wasn't sure justice had been done, he'd have come back here already.'‘The fact you are choosing to revisit this tragedy now makes me wonder when I'll see him again,' I tacked on.‘Ah, could I have some more of those ribs?' Riley extended her plate. She needed to finish her veggies.‘All that pork is going straight to those fat hips and big ass, Girl,' the Mayor cruelly teased her.Riley was embarrassed. I stood up from the kitchen table, took Riley's plate, and filled it with the portions of meat Taliyah and Mikhail had left behind. That seemed to mollify her to the point she felt good enough to walk, with her plate, back to the living room.‘You shouldn't be nice to her,' the Mayor cautioned me. ‘She's just another whore for Black Cock. Another White girl freak beneath the sheets.'That the Mayor was likely one as well wasn't something I felt I should bring up at the moment. Instead of arguing, I began to clean up the kitchen, putting the leftovers in Tupperware containers, washing the plates and then the pot and food containers. All the while, Dominique watched me work.‘I thought you had domestic help,' she said condescending tone.‘A) any kind of help is something new to us boys and Dad. B) Mom insists we all pitch in and help out. That means washing cookware and plates after meals, haul fertilizer and taking away yard debris and cleaning our rooms. We have chores.'‘That defeats the purpose of having servants,' she insisted.‘That house is huge, the 'help' could use the help, chores remind us we all need to work together and it teaches us not to take people for granted,' I repeated my Mom's words from our first day in the house.‘Your clan used to be such snobs, looking down on all us Black folks.'‘However the Fonteneau acted was before our time, Madam Mayor; ‘‘Call me Dominique, or Mrs. Malik in my home, Vladimir. You are Vladimir, right?' she said.‘Yes Dominique, I'm Vlad, the middle one. Alexander is oldest, so he's the most mature, I'm the middle triplet, so I'm the best mix of Mom and Dad, and Mikhail is the youngest so he's always out to prove himself.'‘Fascinating,' she responded drolly. ‘Stay out of the way while I deal with Riley. I'll get her squared away then deal with you and your brother.' With that, she walked off to give Riley another huge piece of her mind, rage and frustration. As I was putting up the pot to dry, the doorbell rang. I heard Mamma Malik's heels click on the marble floors as she stormed over to the door.‘Demetrius, what are you doing here?' I heard he say from the door.‘I heard you were having some problem with those Samsonov boys,' he announced. ‘I'm here to make sure everything is okay.'‘You mean my worthless, cheating husband sent you over to make them leave,' she groused.‘He might have indicated they were causing you problems,' the Police Chief allowed. ‘Let me pour those Cornfeds into their car and send them home.'‘No,' Dominique's voice cracked the whip of authority. ‘He is out whoring and drinking and that means he ain't coming home tonight; end of story.'‘I'll leave Oliver with a patrol car watching your place if that is the case,' he tried to mollify her.‘On really,' she mocked him. ‘You, Chinedu and Oliver are all drinking buddies. You and your cronies aren't going to keep my husband's drunk ass from darkening my doorway. You let Chine know he's not welcome here tonight.'‘Dom, you are being unreasonable,' the cop leader cooed. I didn't have to imagine him touching her. The Kingston cops were far too touchy-feely with women.‘Don't you touch me, you poltroon,' she blasted him. I wondered if he even knew what a poltroon was. He knew it was an insult though.‘Listen up, Dominique,' his voice grew low and threatening. That was my cue.‘Madam Mayor, is everything okay?' I stepped into the hallway. Demetrius' eyes latched onto me before turning his sneer the Mayor's way.‘Why, don't he look cozy,' he accused Dominique.‘Buddy,' I wasn't going to call him an 'officer', or 'Chief', ‘Mom just enlightened me to what you and Chine did to her all those years ago. Statute of Limitations may have passed, but don't you think the Samsonov's consider justice to be done.'‘I also know that any crime involving you and a Deputy's son automatically brings in the Arkansas State Police. Cross that portal and you cease being a concerned police officer and become a home invader,' I channeled my father and all his kin going back a dozen generations.‘How about I arrest you for trespassing?' he want for his 'bracelets' while his right hand rested on the ass of his piece.‘My house, Demetrius and I've invited him and his brother in. Believe me, Dem, if you don't hot-foot it off my property then my next call Will be to the State Police reporting You for criminal trespass,' she growled at the cop.‘So, you've become an Oreo?' he mocked her. ‘I can't wait to hear what the town council has to say about that.'‘Consider they are the same crowd who invited Dr. Pierre O'Rourke Jean-Georges to be our Principle for the next ten months; ‘ I began my counter-mock.‘Five years,' the Mayor glowered at the Chief. ‘The school board; which you are on, Demetrius; gave that freakazoid a five year contract.'

Lieve luisteraars, vrolijk kerstfeest! In de traditie van de Boeken FM-kerstspecial pakken we er weer een oude Rus bij. Ditmaal is dat Boris Pasternak, die beroemd werd met één roman: Dokter Zjivago. Wie is Pasternak, en hoe kwam hij in 1957 aan een Italiaanse uitgeverij als eerste, primaire uitgever? Wat heeft de Nederlandse geheime dienst te maken met de vertaling van Dokter Zjivago? Plus: een luisteraar schrijft ons dat hij er best van kan houden als een boek hem een moeilijke leeservaring brengt. Welke boeken bezorgden ons gruwel én genot tijdens het lezen?-----Welke boeken bezorgden ons gruwel en genot?Charlotte: Michail Boelgakov - De Meester en MargaritaJoost: Thomas Pynchon - Gravity's Rainbow / James Joyce - Ulysses / John Steinbeck - The Grapes of WrathEllen: E. du Perron - Het land van herkomst / Fjodor Dostojevski - De gebroeders KaramazovSPONSORDe SchrijverscentraleNodig een schrijver uit voor jouw bijeenkomst, evenement, of tijdens de les! Neemt contact op met de Schrijverscentrale. Kijk op: www.deschrijverscentrale.nlZie het privacybeleid op https://art19.com/privacy en de privacyverklaring van Californië op https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Greg Brady focused in on the GST "Tax Holiday" but what about the GST rebate cheques? Next, Adam Glista Manager at StrategyCorp & Transit Expert who discussed the potential opening of the Metrolinx crosstown LRT in 2025. Glista explains the need for transit options that aren't on a schedule like the GO transit who are investing billions in creating better travel options. Also, James Pasternak - Toronto City Councillor for York Centre. Pasternak says that Toronto is headed down the wrong path when it comes to addressing antisemitism in the city and wants real action to address it. He says the issue starts with our leadership in Ottawa and wants police and our legal system to begin to de-escalate the problem. Pasternak says the city of Toronto is becoming a city of fear and wants Mayor Chow to create action. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Daniela Liberti"Sacro inverno 20/21"Marija StepanovaBompiani Editorewww.bompianit.itTraduzione: Daniela Liberti.Lo scoppio della pandemia nel marzo 2020 ha obbligato Marija Stepanova a rientrare in Russia, dove ha trascorso i mesi seguenti in uno stato di torpore, nel quale il mondo era rarefatto e il tempo come intorpidito. Questa situazione sospesa si è infranta grazie alla lettura di Ovidio, trasformandosi nelle voci e nelle metafore di un'esperienza epocale, in motivi che probabilmente erano in attesa da tempo e non aspettavano che di trovarsi. Stepanova è riuscita a trasformare cataclismi – storici e contemporanei – in una trama delicatissima e iridescente di ritmi e rimandi, in un poema che, composto in un impeto di ispirazione poetica, parla di inverno e di guerra, di messa al bando ed esilio, di isolamento sociale e abbandono esistenziale. Intrecciando lettere d'amore settecentesche e diari di viaggio, versi di poeti classici cinesi in traduzione d'autore e naturalmente la grande poesia russa del Novecento e i versi ovidiani dei Tristia e delle Heroides, Stepanova evoca un tempo congelato che lentamente si scioglie.Marija Stepanova è nata a Mosca nel 1972, ha pubblicato racconti, raccolte di poesia e di saggi. Ha ottenuto tutti i maggiori premi di poesia e letteratura europei e russi, tra cui il Pasternak nel 2005, il Big Moscow Score Prize nel 2009, il Bol'šaja Kniga nel 2018, il NOS Award nel 2019. Nel 2007 ha fondato la rivista indipendente online OpenSpace.ru e dirige ora Colta.ru, oscurata in Russia da febbraio 2022. Nel catalogo Bompiani è presente anche Memoria della memoria.IL POSTO DELLE PAROLEascoltare fa pensarewww.ilpostodelleparole.itDiventa un supporter di questo podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/il-posto-delle-parole--1487855/support.

W najnowszym odcinku naszego podcastu gościmy Michała "Wampira" Pasternaka, doświadczonego zawodnika MMA z imponującym dorobkiem. Michał opowiada o swoich początkach w sportach walki, wyzwaniach na drodze do sukcesu oraz kluczowych momentach kariery. Dzieli się również refleksjami na temat życia osobistego, łączenia roli sportowca z obowiązkami rodzinnymi oraz planami na przyszłość. Zapraszamy do wysłuchania inspirującej rozmowy z jednym z czołowych polskich zawodników MMA.

durée : 00:20:01 - Le Feuilleton - "La fusion dans le réel, rêvée par Marina, ne fut pas au rendez-vous. Ce grand amour restera écrit dans leurs lettres, peut-être plus fort encore que s'il s'était heurté à la réalité"

durée : 00:19:53 - Le Feuilleton - "Boris, nous n'irons jamais voir Rilke. Ça ne s'est pas réalisé. Encore une chose qui ne s'est pas réalisée. Pourquoi, Boris, toi et moi nous voulons si peu et ne faisons pas d'efforts pour vouloir ? "

durée : 00:19:54 - Le Feuilleton - "Boris, où nous verrons-nous ? J'ai en ce moment l'impression de ne plus vivre nulle part. La Vendée – pour l'instant, mais après ? En fait, j'ai une atrophie du présent, non seulement je n'y vis pas mais jamais je n'y suis".

durée : 00:20:02 - Le Feuilleton - "Enfin, je suis avec toi. Comme tout est clair pour moi et comme j'y crois… Je t'aime si fort, Marina, si complètement que je deviens une chose dans ce sentiment comme celui qui se baigne en pleine tempête"

durée : 00:20:01 - Le Feuilleton - "Boris, tu es mon frère des cimes, tout le reste dans une vie, est infime" - invités : Boris Pasternak; Marina Tsvétaïeva Poétesse

durée : 00:19:47 - Le Feuilleton - "Dès que je m'adresse à vous, Marina, je m'élève jusqu'au plus haut de mon dévouement et y demeure de façon égale, sans chutes, dans le vertige"

durée : 00:19:20 - Le Feuilleton - "Je garde cette lettre depuis un mois. Pourquoi ne l'ai-je pas terminée, pourquoi ne l'ai-je pas envoyée ? Je voulais sans doute, en guise de conclusion, retourner mon âme devant vous comme on dit, mais heureusement on n'y parvient jamais"

durée : 00:19:55 - Le Feuilleton - "Mon moyen de communication préféré tient de l'au-delà : le rêve, voir en rêve. En second vient la correspondance. La lettre, comme moyen de communication 'au-delà', est moins parfaite que le rêve, mais les lois sont les mêmes."

durée : 00:19:51 - Le Feuilleton - "Comme la vie est bizarrement et stupidement taillée. Bizarrement, stupidement et merveilleusement"

durée : 00:19:55 - Le Feuilleton - "Mon moyen de communication préféré tient de l'au-delà : le rêve, voir en rêve. En second vient la correspondance. La lettre, comme moyen de communication 'au-delà', est moins parfaite que le rêve, mais les lois sont les mêmes."

durée : 00:19:51 - Le Feuilleton - "Comme la vie est bizarrement et stupidement taillée. Bizarrement, stupidement et merveilleusement"

durée : 00:19:20 - Le Feuilleton - "Je garde cette lettre depuis un mois. Pourquoi ne l'ai-je pas terminée, pourquoi ne l'ai-je pas envoyée ? Je voulais sans doute, en guise de conclusion, retourner mon âme devant vous comme on dit, mais heureusement on n'y parvient jamais"

durée : 00:20:01 - Le Feuilleton - "Boris, tu es mon frère des cimes, tout le reste dans une vie, est infime" - invités : Boris Pasternak; Marina Tsvétaïeva Poétesse

durée : 00:20:02 - Le Feuilleton - "Enfin, je suis avec toi. Comme tout est clair pour moi et comme j'y crois… Je t'aime si fort, Marina, si complètement que je deviens une chose dans ce sentiment comme celui qui se baigne en pleine tempête"

durée : 00:19:54 - Le Feuilleton - "Boris, où nous verrons-nous ? J'ai en ce moment l'impression de ne plus vivre nulle part. La Vendée – pour l'instant, mais après ? En fait, j'ai une atrophie du présent, non seulement je n'y vis pas mais jamais je n'y suis".

durée : 00:19:53 - Le Feuilleton - "Boris, nous n'irons jamais voir Rilke. Ça ne s'est pas réalisé. Encore une chose qui ne s'est pas réalisée. Pourquoi, Boris, toi et moi nous voulons si peu et ne faisons pas d'efforts pour vouloir ? "

durée : 00:20:01 - Le Feuilleton - "La fusion dans le réel, rêvée par Marina, ne fut pas au rendez-vous. Ce grand amour restera écrit dans leurs lettres, peut-être plus fort encore que s'il s'était heurté à la réalité"

durée : 00:19:47 - Le Feuilleton - "Dès que je m'adresse à vous, Marina, je m'élève jusqu'au plus haut de mon dévouement et y demeure de façon égale, sans chutes, dans le vertige"

After some unexpected time off, the Mile 99 team is back on track and making post show content that was recorded earlier this year available to our audience. We hope you enjoy it and thank you for your continued support!Doctor JoAnn and Doctor Andy stuck around after the main show and had some time to chat about Andy's upcoming podcast, and we'll be sure to announce it when it's ready! JoAnn was in the thick of training for Western States when we spoke to them, and they had a great time at the Memorial Day training runs. JoAnn ultimately finished the race with a wonderful Golden Hour time of 29:13:41, and we are thrilled for her!At the time of the interview, we talked about the difficulty of the training before the race, nutritional challenges and the importance of not comparing your training cycles to what others around you are doing.The next time you see Andy and JoAnn on a run or at and aid station, make sure to say hi! See you on the trails!---The Mile 99 Interview | LinktreeYour Hosts: Jessica Harris / Greg LarkinThe Mile 99 Interview is creating podcast episodes | PatreonVenmo | The Mile 99 InterviewIntro/outro music: Joseph McDade - Elevation: https://josephmcdade.com/music/elevationSupport the show

En este episodio de La Teoría de la Mente, nos sumergimos en una de las óperas más fascinantes de todos los tiempos: Turandot de Giacomo Puccini, y reflexionamos sobre temas universales como el orgullo, las pruebas que imponemos a los demás y la disonancia cognitiva. Primero, hablaremos sobre cómo el orgullo puede convertirse en una armadura emocional que nos protege del dolor, pero que también nos aísla del amor y las conexiones genuinas. Inspirados en la figura de la princesa Turandot, exploraremos las razones detrás de esta actitud y cómo podemos reconocer este comportamiento en nuestras propias vidas. Luego, reflexionaremos sobre la tendencia a poner pruebas a los demás para validar su amor o merecimiento. A través de ejemplos como los pretendientes de Turandot, analizaremos por qué nos cuesta confiar y cómo esta necesidad de control solo genera ansiedad, frustración y relaciones poco saludables. Finalmente, abordaremos el concepto de disonancia cognitiva, explicando cómo nuestras creencias y acciones muchas veces entran en conflicto, y cómo esto puede bloquear nuestro crecimiento personal. Compartiremos estrategias prácticas para enfrentar estos conflictos internos y aprender a aceptar tanto nuestras imperfecciones como las de los demás. Acompáñanos en este episodio lleno de lecciones poderosas sobre el orgullo, el amor y la autenticidad. ¡No te lo pierdas! ✨ 25 palabras clave: Turandot, Giacomo Puccini, Nessun Dorma, disonancia cognitiva, orgullo, relaciones, pruebas, ansiedad, autoconocimiento, vulnerabilidad, confianza, control, amor, sacrificio, ópera, Calaf, Liù, enigmas, crecimiento personal, autoaceptación, Groucho Marx, Cervantes, Rostand, Salinger, Pasternak. Hashtags: #Turandot #Ópera #NessunDorma #CrecimientoPersonal #Autoexploración #TeoríaDeLaMente Enlaces útiles : Nuestra escuela de ansiedad: www.escuelaansiedad.com Nuestro nuevo libro: www.elmapadelaansiedad.com Visita nuestra página web: http://www.amadag.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Asociacion.Agorafobia/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/amadag.psico/ YouTube Amadag TV: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC22fPGPhEhgiXCM7PGl68rw

Sensações apocalípticas https://www.estadao.com.br/opiniao/eugenio-bucci/sensacoes-apocalipticas/ 8 em cada 10 bebês de até 2 anos consomem alimentos ultraprocessados, mostra pesquisa; veja riscos https://www.estadao.com.br/saude/ultraprocessados-respondem-por-ate-30-da-energia-na-dieta-das-criancas-menores-de-5-anos-nprm/ Saul Perlmutter: Expanding the Universe, Scientific Thinking, and Global Challenges https://youtu.be/dJBfCCyleis?si=AjQHiqrQzJTW7kCE Natália Pasternak diz que psicanálise é pseudociência: ‘Sem comprovação científica' https://youtu.be/OSSXK5Ml9xg?si=JD2fRyX6lVADHbbx canal do radinho no whatsapp!https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029VaDRCiu9xVJl8belu51Z meu perfil no Threads: https://www.threads.net/@renedepaulajr meu perfil no ... Read more The post somos súditos das plataformas? Freud x fraude, bebês x comida ultraprocessada appeared first on radinho de pilha.

Heather Pasternak started her entertainment career as a baby when Mom signed her up for commercials. After graduating from Beverly Hills High School, she moved on to NYU where she continued to pursue acting and now has a thriving career as a stand-up comedian, with appearances on The Late Show with Steven Colbert, The Mindy Project and Netflix. But just in case, she also has a real estate license. Listen to the latest 90who10 episode where Heather recounts her winding journey through acting, writing, comedy, etc etc etc.Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/90who10/donationsAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

durée : 01:09:59 - Les Nuits de France Culture - par : Philippe Garbit - Anthologie étrangère - Boris Pasternak (1ère diffusion : 07/06/1961 France III Nationale)

Through the medium of Boris Pasternak's novel, Dr Zhivago, Peter takes us on a nostalgic journey through the political upheavals that occurred within Russian society a little over a century ago, as Communists wrestled power from Czarist Russia. Peter's address focuses on the despair caused when ideals for a better, fairer, more equitable society fall short of expectations. Peter uses the plots and sub-plots within Dr Zhivago, and the life of its author, Nobel Laureate - Boris Pasternak, to dramatise how Czarist hegemony was replaced with one under the guise of "Communism" - but falling well short of the Marxist ideal. Alas, poor Russia! The nightmare of Zhivago continues, much to Russia's, its neighbours' - and the rest of the World's cost. Perhaps Russia's greatest fear has always been its fear of itself: our greatest enemy is always the "enemy within". The exercise of power must also come with liberties: checks and balances that allow dissent to be heard and injustices resolved peacefully and fairly. Peter's address closes with Janet's reading of Pasternak's hope that "The Power of the darkness, will - in time - be crushed by the Spirit of Light". And today we are bathed in the light of Barry and Brendan's playing of three of Dvorak's short romantic sonatas for violin and piano. And Boris smiled!

Bunny is in the seaside garden of Anna Pasternak. Anna is well known as a journalist and author.  Anna had the privilege of growing up in a Gertrude Jekyll garden as a child, and loves gardens with different spaces or rooms within them.  One of Anna's favourite plants is lilac, as they were her great uncle, Boris Pasternak's favourite. Boris Pasternak won a Noble Prize for his book ‘Dr Zhivago'.  Anna wrote a book ‘Lara: The Untold Love Story that Inspired Doctor Zhivago”, the book revealed for the first time the critical role played by Olga Ivinskaya (Boris's mistress) in his life, and argues that without Olga it is likely that Doctor Zhivago would never have been completed or published. Anna has also authored “Princess in Love” (about Diana and James Hewitt) and ‘Untitled:The Real Wallis Simpson'. Her mission is to write books that rehabilitate women whom history has treated unfairly.   For her present, Bunny took Anna a little known plant, Aloysia polystachya, which can be used to make a delicious herbal tea that  has been proven to help relieve anxiety.

“A lot of times we tend to see medical issues from Robinson through Rucky Chucky. And that's where we have a lot of our medical teams set up.” Dr. Andy Pasternak is the medical director for the Western States 100-mile endurance run. In this episode, Dr. Andy chats with Luis about meeting at the Rose Bowl, being the medical director of Western States 100, his running experience, aid stations, most common issues runners have on the course, the biggest cause of DNFs, his best practices for runners to follow, and what to do if you get a rattlesnake bite. Support Road Dog Podcast by: 1. Joining the Patreon Community: https://www.patreon.com/roaddogpodcast 2. Subscribe to the podcast on whatever platform you listen on. GO SLEEVES: https://gokinesiologysleeves.com HAMMER NUTRITION show code: Roaddoghn20 Listeners get a special 15% off at https://www.hammernutrition.com DRYMAX show code: Roaddog2020  Listeners get a special 15% off at https://www.drymaxsports.com/products/ Allwedoisrun.com Luis Escobar (Host) Contact: luis@roaddogpodcast.com Luis Instagram Kevin Lyons (Producer) Contact: kevin@roaddogpodcast.com yesandvideo.com Music: Slow Burn by Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/ Original RDP Photo: Photography by Kaori Peters kaoriphoto.com Road Dog Podcast Adventure With Luis Escobar www.roaddogpodcast.com    

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SUB TO THE PATREON BEFORE "BOHEMIAN GROVO (PT. II)" DROPS EXCLUSIVELY ON THE PREMIUM FEED... YOU DON'T WANT TO MISS IT! patreon.com/ParaPowerMapping Pt I of the PPM forensic examination of the K Dot v Drake beef escalation (DISScalation); Kendrick's pedo sex trafficking allegations (subliminal & explicit) against Aubrey Graham in "Euphoria", "Meet the Grahams", & "Not Like Us"; Drizzy's long history of tryna rizz up (Drizz Up lol) underage starlets in Hollywood Babylon & worldwide; the Baka Not Nice sex trafficking & assault case andevidence indicating that Baka's accuser was likely pressured or incentivized into dropping the matter & leaving the country; the Drake & Daddy Dennis Graham sexual exploitation tag team; the corporatization of the OVO traffick; Drake's sexual-impropriety-in-the-sus-music-industry pedigree via his Dad's career drumming for Jerry Lee Lewis, who married his underage adoptive cousin; the T Swift amnesia phenomenon & implications as it pertains to Drake's ability to enrapture audiences, possibly the most popular male pop artist globally; Swift's bottling of that intoxicating Beatlemania tincture; MKULTRA in the music industry; Crazy Days & Nights blind items re Drake sending his underlings to scour HS for victims; Drake & Busters (Bust-a-Nut's), aka his creepy repeat afterparties in the slightly more grown-up Chuck E. Cheese's & the 17 yr old Insta influencer sighted at one of them (not to mention followed by Dennis online); Drake & Millie Bobby Brown's text-uationship; the spine-tingling vid of Drake sniffing a teen's neck Dark Biden style & then making out w/ her after she revealed she's A-Minor onstage in CO; the Young Dabo stream where teen influencer Aya Tanjali inadvertently let slip that she either signed an NDA w/ Drake or else is suing him (likely bc he __ed her); the swirling rumours of Drake inviting HS aged girls to his parties (sourced from TikToks & even personal accounts); the Kanye connex via sus high society medical concierge service provider Dr. Farzam, who prescribed the Ozempic & Zolpidem pictured on the "MtG" cover & who was present at Pasternak's house when Ye was arrested; K Dot's lyrical barbs—"Certified lover boy? Certified Pedophiles" and the Weinstein comparison, which reminds Klonny of his sus reading of the Drake team's foreknowledge of Harvey's imminent downfall & Drake's savvy media manipulation of his decision to turn down a potential role in a Weinstein Co film, which was spun as evidence of Drake's feminism (laughable in retrospect when compared w/ the reams of evidence of grooming & likely sex blackmail we're compiling); the symbolic symmetries b/w Drake's OVO label imprint & Bohemian Grove, the hedonistic secret society up in the Redwoods in Cali that has counted some of the wealthiest & most powerful capitalist & political elite among its number; the "Atlanta" Drake party ep, which is highly interesting when reexamined in light of the cresting divulgences of Drake misbehavior; a comparison of the bussing in of models to "True Detective" Season 2 and the Bohemian Grove/ Eyes Wide Shut-esque sex lodge; the "Euphoria" connection, which will take us to Israel, I O F's Intel Corps, and potentially into the v heart of the M o s s a d i s t Epstein network itself; the shooting of Drake's security guard outside "The Embassy" recently; Rob Ford; a ticker tape of NDAs; the parapolitical research & multimedia aspects of Kendrick Lamar's "Meet the Grahams" cover; Klonny's contention the Maybach gloves are a double entendre evoking OJ Simpson (and possibly setting the stage for subliminals hinting at Drake's hand in XXXTentacion's death, for which Rap Game presents a compelling case)... Full notes on the Patreon. Huge thanks to Rap Game Edward Bernays for joining for this mammoth deep dive. Make sure to give him a follow on Twitter at @Edward__Bernays ... Tracks: | Metro Boomin - "BBL Drizzy" | | Kendrick Lamar - "Meet the Grahams" | | Kendrick Lamar - "Not Like Us" |

In this episode, we're joined by gastroenterologist Dr. Brad Pasternak who talks about how his personal experience with ulcerative colitis inspired him to become a pediatric gastroenterologist. Dr. Pasternak realized he needed to advocate for policies that increase access to care after seeing his patients face denied treatments by insurance. He shares the tremendous effect that harmful policies have on the medical community, in delaying treatment for patients and getting in the way of shared decision-making. Finally, he leaves us with hope, discussing the advancements in treatment for inflammatory bowel disease. Among the highlights in this episode: 01:23: Dr. Pasternak shares his personal journey into gastroenterology influenced by his own diagnosis with ulcerative colitis and his love for working with children 04:08: Dr. Pasternak discusses his recent shift towards advocacy, driven by the challenges posed by insurance policies and his desire to fight for better patient care 06:05: Dr. Pasternak recounts his advocacy efforts, including a significant meeting that led to a change in a health plan's approval process for biologic treatments 10:27: Steven Newmark, Chief of Policy at GHLF, and Dr. Pasternak delve into the complexities of health policy advocacy, the slow process of legislative change, and the interactions with policymakers 12:14: Dr. Pasternak explains the burdensome process of prior authorizations and appeals in medical practice, highlighting its impact on medical professionals and patients 16:41: Dr. Pasternak outlines the advancements in patient outcomes over the years due to newer, more effective therapies that aim to heal rather than just treat symptoms 18:46: Dr. Pasternak encourages medical providers and patients to persist in advocacy and fight against inefficient and unjust medical policies 21:10: Dr. Pasternak mentions his local advocacy work, which often yields quicker results than federal efforts, emphasizing the importance of physician involvement in legislative processes 23:12: What our hosts learned from this episode Contact Our Hosts Steven Newmark, Chief of Policy at GHLF: snewmark@ghlf.org Zoe Rothblatt, Director of Community Outreach at GHLF: zrothblatt@ghlf.org A podcast episode produced by Ben Blanc, Associate Director, Digital Production and Engagement at GHLF. We want to hear what you think. Send your comments in the form of an email, video, or audio clip of yourself to podcasts@ghlf.org Catch up on all our episodes on our website or on your favorite podcast channel.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

On the day when we celebrate Israel's independence, Toronto Mayor Oliva Chow decided that the ceremony was "too divisive" and that she would not be attending. But was this the right move? Host Alex Pierson speaks with Toronto City Councillor for York Centre James Pasternak, who was present at the ceremony. Alex and James discuss how long it was known Mayor Chow would not be attending, and why councillor Pasternak tried to convince her it was worth the appearance. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Doctors JoAnn Ellero and Andy Pasternak joined us to talk about how they met in med school, their evolution together as runners and JoAnn's ultimate goal of running Western States happening this June! We've had Dr. Andy on several times in the past as part of our Western States episodes in his role as the medical director, and now we get to learn more about JoAnn and him, all of the races they've done together, both road and trail, and all of the buildup to this June!They are also heavily involved in learning more about and researching human potential and joined the team at Lululemon's Project FURTHER with the goal of helping a team of women run further than they ever had before. The annual Western States Health and Athletics Conference is also coming up on May 24th in Auburn (link below), and running-oriented health professionals should check that out! Learn about these events and all of the other exciting things going on with JoAnn and Andy this year as we get ready to cheer on JoAnn at Western States!Project FURTHERWestern States Health and Athletics Conference---The Mile 99 Interview | LinktreeYour Hosts: Jessica Harris / Greg LarkinThe Mile 99 Interview is creating podcast episodes | PatreonVenmo | The Mile 99 InterviewIntro/outro music: Joseph McDade - Elevation: https://josephmcdade.com/music/elevationSupport the Show.

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In this episode,  Temara Hajjat and Jenn Lee interview Dr. Matthew Giefer and Dr. Brad Pasternak. Drs. Giefer and Pasternak share their experience advocating for the approval of medications for their patients. The discussion also covers the challenges involved in medication approval, how to approach your local and state representatives, and lobbying in Washington, D.C.Dr. Giefer is a pediatric gastroenterologist at Ochsner Children's in New Orleans, Louisiana, specializing in advanced endoscopy and pancreatology, and Dr. Pasternak is a pediatric gastroenterologist and the Medical Director of the IBD program at Phoenix Children's in Phoenix, Arizona. Learning Objectives:Understand how to advocate for medication approval after they are denied by the insurance. Understand the resources available to tackle prior authorizations and denials. Recognize the importance of advocating and speaking up against insurance denials. Support the showThis episode is eligible for CME credit! Once you have listened to the episode, click this link to claim your credit. Credit is available to NASPGHAN members (if you are not a member, you should probably sign up). And thank you to the NASPGHAN Professional Education Committee for their review!As always, the discussion, views, and recommendations in this podcast are the sole responsibility of the hosts and guests and are subject to change over time with advances in the field.Check out our merch website!Follow us on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram for all the latest news and upcoming episodes.Click here to support the show.

Are you on the hunt for insights that can grow your consulting, speaking, or facilitation business? Discover how your diverse professional and life-experience can fuel extraordinary career transformations.   In this episode of the Training Business Podcast, I'm thrilled to welcome Ken Pasternak.   Ken's journey is as diverse as it is inspiring, evolving from a corporate banker to a globe-trotting consultant, author, and sought-after speaker.   Ken shares his journey, detailing the pivotal moments that shaped his career and led him to where he is today. From his early days in banking to transforming a dilapidated hotel into a world-class training centre for Turkish bankers, and eventually, to making a significant impact in the world of Formula One.   Ken's story is a testament to the power of embracing change and following your passion and one that you can certainly take inspiration and learn from.   Tune in and you'll learn the following, plus MUCH MORE: How to leverage your diverse experiences for unique value proposition The importance of being adaptable and flexible in navigating career transitions. The critical role of networking and building relationships in identifying and seizing new business opportunities   Tune in to be inspired by Ken's journey and gain valuable insights into growing your career as a coach, consultant, or facilitation expert.   Whether you're contemplating a significant career shift or looking to refine your path in the consulting world, this episode is packed with wisdom and practical advice that you won't want to miss.

Sean & Joey are joined by John Wilmes to talk about actual basketball and then by Alex Pasternak about what it's like to DJ at Shaq's Halloween Festival.SUPPORT: www.patreon.com/roundrockpodTWITTER: @RoundRockPodE-MAIL: RoundRockPod@gmail.comPHONE: 323-682-0342ALBUM: www.roundballrock.bandcamp.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Courtney sits down with comedian Heather Pasternak!Follow Courtney on Instagramhttps://www.instagram.com/bugrobertson/Produced by Game of Roses. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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