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I like car journeys in the passenger's seat. They give me time to think and rethink things beyond the shape of my life. I'm not allowed to play music, but I can in my head. Places blur. Memories tangle. Pitying voices from long ago garble in my ear on the thickened tongue of regret. “Muniza,” my husband says, eyes on the road. “Your skin is slipping.” | © 2024 by Fatima Taqvi. Narrated by Janina Edwards. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Today on The Literary Life podcast, we continue our “Best of” series discussing Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream with coverage of Act 3. Angelina talks about the pacing of this act and the importance of the characters' madcap, lunatic behavior. She also highlight's Shakespeare's wrestling with the relationship between the imagination and art and reality. Thomas highlights the structure of the play as reflecting a dreamlike state. Cindy shares some of her thoughts on being concerned about making sure our children know what is real and pretend. To sign up for Thomas Banks and Anne Phillips' webinar on Herodotus taking place January 30, 2024, head over to HouseofHumaneLetters.com/webinars. Find Angelina's webinar “Jonathan Swift: Enemy of the Enlightenment” at HouseofHumaneLetters.com. Even though the spring 2022 Literary Life Conference “The Battle Over Children's Literature” featuring special guest speaker Vigen Guroian is over, you can still purchase the recordings at HouseofHumaneLetters.com. Commonplace Quotes: The most insipid, ridiculous play that I ever saw in my life. Samuel Pepys, describing “A Midsummer Night's Dream” in his diary Or the lovely one about the Bishop of Exeter, who was giving the prizes at a girls' school. They did a performance of A Midsummer Night's Dream, and the poor man stood up afterwards and made a speech and said [piping voice]: ‘I was very interested in your delightful performance, and among other things I was very interested in seeing for the first time in my life a female Bottom.' C. S. Lewis in a conversation with Kingsley Amis and Brian Aldiss Still, if Homer's Achilles isn't the real Achilles, he isn't unreal either. Unrealities don't seem so full of life after three thousand years as Homer's Achilles does. This is the kind of problem we have to tackle next–the fact that what we meet in literature is neither real nor unreal. We have two words, imaginary, meaning unreal, and imaginative, meaning what the writer produces, and they mean entirely different things. Northrop Frye A Dream by William Blake Once a dream did weave a shade O'er my angel-guarded bed, That an emmet lost its way Where on grass methought I lay. Troubled, wildered, and forlorn, Dark, benighted, travel-worn, Over many a tangle spray, All heart-broke, I heard her say: "Oh my children! do they cry, Do they hear their father sigh? Now they look abroad to see, Now return and weep for me." Pitying, I dropped a tear: But I saw a glow-worm near, Who replied, "What wailing wight Calls the watchman of the night? "I am set to light the ground, While the beetle goes his round: Follow now the beetle's hum; Little wanderer, hie thee home!" Book List: Of Other Worlds by C. S. Lewis The Educated Imagination by Northrop Frye The Elizabethan World Picture by E. M. Tillyard The Meaning of Shakespeare by Harold Goddard The Golden Ass by Apuleius Support The Literary Life: Become a patron of The Literary Life podcast as part of the “Friends and Fellows Community” on Patreon, and get some amazing bonus content! Thanks for your support! Connect with Us: You can find Angelina and Thomas at HouseofHumaneLetters.com, on Instagram @angelinastanford, and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/ANGStanford/ Find Cindy at morningtimeformoms.com, on Instagram @cindyordoamoris and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/CindyRollinsWriter. Check out Cindy's own Patreon page also! Follow The Literary Life on Instagram, and jump into our private Facebook group, The Literary Life Discussion Group, and let's get the book talk going! http://bit.ly/literarylifeFB

It's 1923 in Manhattan's Lower East Side, where a risky romance between a mistreated young woman and a boxer owned by the mob motivates self-discovery, loyalty toward passions, and a life-threatening struggle for freedom. A mundane life is far from Angelina's only suffrage. Pitying the monster that once loved her as a daughter is just as much a captivity as his fist to her face. Fear locks her door; daring to dream is her key. For fisherman Vincent, unsought ties with the world of organized crime have him boxing in a speakeasy notorious for its gambling on the fights. To maintain the security and success of his father's longtime fishing business and the well-being of everyone close to him, Vincent must remain enslaved to a ruthless and powerful mob leader. Face to the Wind is a tender romance, a “jazz-age” journey that unfolds through the eyes of two young lovers with a timeless determination to be together. Prior to settling in Slocomb, Alabama, Jennifer Pauline Bedsole spent most of her life where she grew up in New England, wishing the comfort of summer was longer-lasting and the cold of winter less bitter. Her love for the South was recognized and undeniable in 1997 when she spent a year at the University of Tampa where she majored in creative writing. A change of fate put Jennifer's collegiate journey on hold and led her back up to Massachusetts where she continued her education at Northern Essex Community College, never abandoning her passion for writing. Her romance with the South was far from over and in 2018, following her husband's retirement from the military, Jennifer's dream to return close to the Gulf Coast was fulfilled. With her husband and five children, on 49 acres of flourishing farmland, she finds peace and inspiration in the warmth of southern life. Currently an English major at Troy University, Jennifer is dedicated to her family, farm life, and dreams of finally obtaining her Bachelor of Science degree in English. Finding success in writing and editing has been a lifelong goal that she is determined to bring to fruition. Her passion for writing is fueled by her desire to inspire and encourage others to experience phenomenal and infinite depths of emotion. Several of Jennifer's poems were published in Troy University's literary journal, the Rubicon, in 2021 and 2022. Other collections in which her poetry has been published include Montage of Life, The Colors of Life, and VoicesNet Anthology. The completion of her first novel Face to the Wind is one of her most significant creative accomplishments, and she is motivated to continue writing fiction. This historical romance novel, featuring dual protagonists, captures the essence of the “roaring twenties” amidst the cobbled roads of Manhattan's Lower East Side. The most thrilling and fulfilling part of writing fiction, Jennifer believes, is creating a world that seems so real that it is hard to put the pen down and say goodnight to the characters. She endeavors to bring her stories to life by rousing the senses and introducing characters that become impossible to forget. For more info on the book click HERE --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/steve-richards/support

Our primitive brains love to operate in extremes. Either I beat myself to exhaustion to achieve my goal or feel sorry for myself and don't do anything. But extremes never serve us. The happy middle does. That's what giving yourself grace is all about. Accepting you are human and not letting yourself off the hook at the same time. 

Prince Harry, the Brazilian riots and trigger warnings on children's books. Rakib Ehsan, Tom Slater and Fraser Myers discuss. Read spiked: https://www.spiked-online.com/ Become a spiked supporter: https://www.spiked-online.com/supporters/  Sign up to spiked's newsletters: https://www.spiked-online.com/newsletters/ Check out spiked's shop: https://www.spiked-online.com/shop/  Sponsored by:  Harry's: https://harrys.com/spiked  Related articles: Tom Slater: Prince Harry and the snootiness of modern ‘anti-racism' https://www.spiked-online.com/2023/01/10/prince-harry-and-the-snootiness-of-modern-anti-racism/  Brendan O'Neill: Prince Harry's 400-page temper tantrum https://www.spiked-online.com/2023/01/11/prince-harrys-400-page-temper-tantrum/  Mick Hume: Harry's princely crusade to tame the press https://www.spiked-online.com/2023/01/09/harrys-princely-crusade-to-tame-the-press/  Laurie Wastell: Now even Peter Pan has been given a trigger warning https://www.spiked-online.com/2023/01/11/now-even-peter-pan-has-been-given-a-trigger-warning/

Often times we can over-empathize with our clients by feeling bad for them when they go through hard times. But our clients do not need us to pity them. They are already pitying themselves. In today's episode I'm going to teach you how to energetically view your clients in a whole new way that will challenge them to become the strongest and most resilient version of themselves. WIN A FREE MONTH INSIDE OUR FIND YOUR FIRST PAYING CLIENT MEMBERSHIP: Leave a 5 star review then screenshot the review and email it to us at hi@buildyourlifecoachingbiz.com ____________ BECOME A CERTIFIED LIFE COACH: Enrollment is officially open for our Born to Coach™ Training Academy. Apply and save your spot for the fall 2022 class! FIND YOUR FIRST PAYING CLIENT: If you're ready to learn how to find your first (or next!) paying coaching client then join our online membership TODAY JOIN MY ONLINE COACHING COMMUNITY BUY MY BOOK: BEYOND THE WHITE PICKET FENCE DOWNLOAD THE GET STARTED CHECKLIST FOR NEW LIFE COACHES ____________ WHO AM I? Hi I'm Krista and I'm a professionally certified coach (through the International Coaching Federation), spiritual business mentor, hypnotherapist, author & world traveler, with 7 years of professional coaching experience. I LOVE helping coaches earn their ICF credentials and build online coaching businesses so they can create a life full of freedom, flexibility and make the income they desire doing the work they love. Based in St. Louis, MO USA, I work with brilliant life coaches from all over the world. __________ INTERESTED IN WORKING TOGETHER? Book your FREE discovery call with Krista __________ SAY HI ON SOCIAL: Facebook Instagram Youtube Website --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/buildlifecoachbiz/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/buildlifecoachbiz/support

It was a rimy morning, and very damp. I had seen the damp lying on the outside of my little window, as if some goblin had been crying there all night, and using the window for a pocket handkerchief. Now, I saw the damp lying on the bare hedges and spare grass, like a coarser sort of spiders' webs; hanging itself from twig to twig and blade to blade. On every rail and gate, wet lay clammy, and the marsh mist was so thick, that the wooden finger on the post directing people to our village⁠—a direction which they never accepted, for they never came there⁠—was invisible to me until I was quite close under it. Then, as I looked up at it, while it dripped, it seemed to my oppressed conscience like a phantom devoting me to the hulks.The mist was heavier yet when I got out upon the marshes, so that instead of my running at everything, everything seemed to run at me. This was very disagreeable to a guilty mind. The gates and dikes and banks came bursting at me through the mist, as if they cried as plainly as could be, “A boy with somebody else's pork pie! Stop him!” The cattle came upon me with like suddenness, staring out of their eyes, and steaming out of their nostrils, “Halloa, young thief!” One black ox, with a white cravat on⁠—who even had to my awakened conscience something of a clerical air⁠—fixed me so obstinately with his eyes, and moved his blunt head round in such an accusatory manner as I moved round, that I blubbered out to him, “I couldn't help it, sir! It wasn't for myself I took it!” Upon which he put down his head, blew a cloud of smoke out of his nose, and vanished with a kick-up of his hind legs and a flourish of his tail.All this time, I was getting on towards the river; but however fast I went, I couldn't warm my feet, to which the damp cold seemed riveted, as the iron was riveted to the leg of the man I was running to meet. I knew my way to the battery, pretty straight, for I had been down there on a Sunday with Joe, and Joe, sitting on an old gun, had told me that when I was 'prentice to him, regularly bound, we would have such larks there! However, in the confusion of the mist, I found myself at last too far to the right, and consequently had to try back along the riverside, on the bank of loose stones above the mud and the stakes that staked the tide out. Making my way along here with all despatch, I had just crossed a ditch which I knew to be very near the battery, and had just scrambled up the mound beyond the ditch, when I saw the man sitting before me. His back was towards me, and he had his arms folded, and was nodding forward, heavy with sleep.I thought he would be more glad if I came upon him with his breakfast, in that unexpected manner, so I went forward softly and touched him on the shoulder. He instantly jumped up, and it was not the same man, but another man!And yet this man was dressed in coarse gray, too, and had a great iron on his leg, and was lame, and hoarse, and cold, and was everything that the other man was; except that he had not the same face, and had a flat broad-brimmed low-crowned felt hat on. All this I saw in a moment, for I had only a moment to see it in: he swore an oath at me, made a hit at me⁠—it was a round weak blow that missed me and almost knocked himself down, for it made him stumble⁠—and then he ran into the mist, stumbling twice as he went, and I lost him.“It's the young man!” I thought, feeling my heart shoot as I identified him. I dare say I should have felt a pain in my liver, too, if I had known where it was.I was soon at the battery after that, and there was the right man⁠—hugging himself and limping to and fro, as if he had never all night left off hugging and limping⁠—waiting for me. He was awfully cold, to be sure. I half expected to see him drop down before my face and die of deadly cold. His eyes looked so awfully hungry too, that when I handed him the file and he laid it down on the grass, it occurred to me he would have tried to eat it, if he had not seen my bundle. He did not turn me upside down this time to get at what I had, but left me right side upwards while I opened the bundle and emptied my pockets.“What's in the bottle, boy?” said he.“Brandy,” said I.He was already handing mincemeat down his throat in the most curious manner⁠—more like a man who was putting it away somewhere in a violent hurry, than a man who was eating it⁠—but he left off to take some of the liquor. He shivered all the while so violently, that it was quite as much as he could do to keep the neck of the bottle between his teeth, without biting it off.“I think you have got the ague,” said I.“I'm much of your opinion, boy,” said he.“It's bad about here,” I told him. “You've been lying out on the meshes, and they're dreadful aguish. Rheumatic too.”“I'll eat my breakfast afore they're the death of me,” said he. “I'd do that, if I was going to be strung up to that there gallows as there is over there, directly afterwards. I'll beat the shivers so far, I'll bet you.”He was gobbling mincemeat, meatbone, bread, cheese, and pork pie, all at once: staring distrustfully while he did so at the mist all round us, and often stopping⁠—even stopping his jaws⁠—to listen. Some real or fancied sound, some clink upon the river or breathing of beast upon the marsh, now gave him a start, and he said, suddenly⁠—“You're not a deceiving imp? You brought no one with you?”“No, sir! No!”“Nor giv' no one the office to follow you?”“No!”“Well,” said he, “I believe you. You'd be but a fierce young hound indeed, if at your time of life you could help to hunt a wretched warmint hunted as near death and dunghill as this poor wretched warmint is!”Something clicked in his throat as if he had works in him like a clock, and was going to strike. And he smeared his ragged rough sleeve over his eyes.Pitying his desolation, and watching him as he gradually settled down upon the pie, I made bold to say, “I am glad you enjoy it.”“Did you speak?”“I said I was glad you enjoyed it.”“Thankee, my boy. I do.”I had often watched a large dog of ours eating his food; and I now noticed a decided similarity between the dog's way of eating, and the man's. The man took strong sharp sudden bites, just like the dog. He swallowed, or rather snapped up, every mouthful, too soon and too fast; and he looked sideways here and there while he ate, as if he thought there was danger in every direction of somebody's coming to take the pie away. He was altogether too unsettled in his mind over it, to appreciate it comfortably I thought, or to have anybody to dine with him, without making a chop with his jaws at the visitor. In all of which particulars he was very like the dog.“I am afraid you won't leave any of it for him,” said I, timidly; after a silence during which I had hesitated as to the politeness of making the remark. “There's no more to be got where that came from.” It was the certainty of this fact that impelled me to offer the hint.“Leave any for him? Who's him?” said my friend, stopping in his crunching of pie crust.“The young man. That you spoke of. That was hid with you.”“Oh ah!” he returned, with something like a gruff laugh. “Him? Yes, yes! He don't want no wittles.”“I thought he looked as if he did,” said I.The man stopped eating, and regarded me with the keenest scrutiny and the greatest surprise.“Looked? When?”“Just now.”“Where?”“Yonder,” said I, pointing; “over there, where I found him nodding asleep, and thought it was you.”He held me by the collar and stared at me so, that I began to think his first idea about cutting my throat had revived.“Dressed like you, you know, only with a hat,” I explained, trembling; “and⁠—and”⁠—I was very anxious to put this delicately⁠—“and with⁠—the same reason for wanting to borrow a file. Didn't you hear the cannon last night?”“Then there was firing!” he said to himself.“I wonder you shouldn't have been sure of that,” I returned, “for we heard it up at home, and that's farther away, and we were shut in besides.”“Why, see now!” said he. “When a man's alone on these flats, with a light head and a light stomach, perishing of cold and want, he hears nothin' all night, but guns firing, and voices calling. Hears? He sees the soldiers, with their red coats lighted up by the torches carried afore, closing in round him. Hears his number called, hears himself challenged, hears the rattle of the muskets, hears the orders ‘Make ready! Present! Cover him steady, men!' and is laid hands on⁠—and there's nothin'! Why, if I see one pursuing party last night⁠—coming up in order, Damn 'em, with their tramp, tramp⁠—I see a hundred. And as to firing! Why, I see the mist shake with the cannon, arter it was broad day⁠—But this man”; he had said all the rest, as if he had forgotten my being there; “did you notice anything in him?”“He had a badly bruised face,” said I, recalling what I hardly knew I knew.“Not here?” exclaimed the man, striking his left cheek mercilessly, with the flat of his hand.“Yes, there!”“Where is he?” He crammed what little food was left, into the breast of his gray jacket. “Show me the way he went. I'll pull him down, like a bloodhound. Curse this iron on my sore leg! Give us hold of the file, boy.”I indicated in what direction the mist had shrouded the other man, and he looked up at it for an instant. But he was down on the rank wet grass, filing at his iron like a madman, and not minding me or minding his own leg, which had an old chafe upon it and was bloody, but which he handled as roughly as if it had no more feeling in it than the file. I was very much afraid of him again, now that he had worked himself into this fierce hurry, and I was likewise very much afraid of keeping away from home any longer. I told him I must go, but he took no notice, so I thought the best thing I could do was to slip off. The last I saw of him, his head was bent over his knee and he was working hard at his fetter, muttering impatient imprecations at it and at his leg. The last I heard of him, I stopped in the mist to listen, and the file was still going. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit greatexpectations.substack.com

A new MP3 sermon from Christ Fellowship Baptist Church is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: Pitying Poverty: Providing for the Poor Subtitle: Laying Down the Law Speaker: Dr. Clint Archer Broadcaster: Christ Fellowship Baptist Church Event: Sunday - PM Date: 4/24/2022 Bible: Deuteronomy 15 Length: 47 min.

It's about time we talk about people who believe have haters and stalkers...who stalks someone who sells their bodies for a few thousands...let's stalk about wannabe celebrities who flaunt fakeness all over social media when those who've grown in wealth and lavishness enjoy everything in silence ...I have been there and I have done that...listen from the horse's mouth

Today on The Literary Life podcast, we continue our series on Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream with coverage of Act 3. Angelina talks about the pacing of this act and the importance of the characters' madcap, lunatic behavior. She also highlight's Shakespeare's wrestling with the relationship between the imagination and art and reality. Thomas highlights the structure of the play as reflecting a dreamlike state. Cindy shares some of her thoughts on being concerned about making sure our children know what is real and pretend. On February 8th, Angelina will be offering a webinar on Jonathan Swift: Enemy of the Enlightenment. Check it out at HouseofHumaneLetters.com. Join us this spring for our next Literary Life Conference “The Battle Over Children's Literature” featuring special guest speaker Vigen Guroian. The live online conference will take place April 7-9, 2022, and you can go to HouseofHumaneLetters.com for more information. Commonplace Quotes: The most insipid, ridiculous play that I ever saw in my life. Samuel Pepys, describing “A Midsummer Night's Dream” in his diary Or the lovely one about the Bishop of Exeter, who was giving the prizes at a girls' school. They did a performance of A Midsummer Night's Dream, and the poor man stood up afterwards and made a speech and said [piping voice]: ‘I was very interested in your delightful performance, and among other things I was very interested in seeing for the first time in my life a female Bottom.' C. S. Lewis in a conversation with Kingsley Amis and Brian Aldiss Still, if Homer's Achilles isn't the real Achilles, he isn't unreal either. Unrealities don't seem so full of life after three thousand years as Homer's Achilles does. This is the kind of problem we have to tackle next–the fact that what we meet in literature is neither real nor unreal. We have two words, imaginary, meaning unreal, and imaginative, meaning what the writer produces, and they mean entirely different things. Northrop Frye A Dream by William Blake Once a dream did weave a shade O'er my angel-guarded bed, That an emmet lost its way Where on grass methought I lay. Troubled, wildered, and forlorn, Dark, benighted, travel-worn, Over many a tangle spray, All heart-broke, I heard her say: "Oh my children! do they cry, Do they hear their father sigh? Now they look abroad to see, Now return and weep for me." Pitying, I dropped a tear: But I saw a glow-worm near, Who replied, "What wailing wight Calls the watchman of the night? "I am set to light the ground, While the beetle goes his round: Follow now the beetle's hum; Little wanderer, hie thee home!" Book List: Of Other Worlds by C. S. Lewis The Educated Imagination by Northrop Frye The Elizabethan World Picture by E. M. Tillyard The Meaning of Shakespeare by Harold Goddard The Golden Ass by Apuleius Support The Literary Life: Become a patron of The Literary Life podcast as part of the “Friends and Fellows Community” on Patreon, and get some amazing bonus content! Thanks for your support! Connect with Us: You can find Angelina and Thomas at HouseofHumaneLetters.com, on Instagram @angelinastanford, and on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/ANGStanford/ Find Cindy at morningtimeformoms.com, on Instagram @cindyordoamoris and on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/cindyrollins.net/. Check out Cindy's own Patreon page also! Follow The Literary Life on Instagram, and jump into our private Facebook group, The Literary Life Discussion Group, and let's get the book talk going! http://bit.ly/literarylifeFB

This week, in Moose Lake, Minnesota, frightening footage from a surveillance camera shows a young woman, being abducted, causing an all out search, including the national guard, and hundreds of volunteers. But when she is found, it's nowhere that anyone would have, or could have looked. The suspect is a terrible man, who keeps reinventing himself with new names & appearances. Oh! And he just might be a serial killer, with a trail of unexplained bodies, that have one thing in common... this guy! Along the way, we find out that Minnesota ROCKS, that abducting 7 people, over a 10 year period, means that maybe you should have to stay in prison, and that there are certain things that you can't just blame others for!! Hosted by James Pietragallo & Jimmie Whisman New episodes every Thursday! Donate at: patreon.com/crimeinsports or go to paypal.com & use our email: crimeinsports@gmail.com Go to shutupandgivememurder.com for all things Small Town Murder & Crime In Sports! Follow us on...twitter.com/@murdersmallfacebook.com/smalltownpodinstagram.com/smalltownmurder Also, check out James & Jimmie's other show, Crime In Sports! On iTunes, Stitcher, or wherever you listen to podcasts

Tim Melton and Dale Jackson recap their weekends, talk about Tim's time at Warehouse 31, do Ten with Tim, look at how people take pity on Joe Biden instead of respecting him, and more! See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Historian and author Adam Zamoyski discusses the fate of Poland, power politics during the 1792-1815 period and why all decent biographers should seek to empathise with their subjects as human beings, just like the rest of us. This interview was recorded in spring 2020, shortly after the publication of Adam's Napoleon: The Man Behind The Myth. The Intelligence Squared discussion referred to is available here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxQ4TcTcPbI

A new MP3 sermon from Pleasant Plains Baptist Church is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: Jonah the Angry, Self-Pitying Subtitle: Jonah the Prophet Speaker: Timothy J. Hille Broadcaster: Pleasant Plains Baptist Church Event: Sunday - PM Date: 6/20/2021 Bible: Jonah 4:1-11 Length: 35 min.

A new MP3 sermon from Pleasant Plains Baptist Church is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: Jonah the Angry, Self-Pitying Subtitle: Jonah the Prophet Speaker: Timothy J. Hille Broadcaster: Pleasant Plains Baptist Church Event: Sunday - PM Date: 6/20/2021 Bible: Jonah 4:1-11 Length: 35 min.

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Listen, I'm not trying to tell you what to do with your life but the latest arc of @funcityventures has a giant dying alien commandant who quotes William Blake, and a purple Pierce Brosnan with bugs for a beard. So, y'know... get in here!https://funcity.ventures/episode/float-city-1-ah-sun-flower/--Support the show at http://patreon.com/funcityventuresShare the show with your friends! https://funcity.ventures--Find more about Stillfleet at https://stillfleet.com--@funcityventures is the show on twitter@funcityventures is the show on instagram@bijanstephen is Remy, the Sleeper (human) Blooder@randwiches is Merkis, the Jalasti Banshee@nicholasguercio is Vynos, the Conscript (human) Tremulantand @shodell is Beta, the Shoodtha Pir@taylordotbiz is Oat (Harajoon recruit) and Brandish Tamm (Brandish Tamm!)@mikerugnetta is everything else--This episode of Float City was recorded in various locations across Brooklyn New York. It was produced, edited and sound designed by Mike Rugnetta.Pitying, he dropped a tear / Pixlriffs saw a glow-worm, nearOur music is by Sam Tyndall - https://arpline.bandcamp.com/Remy's flute playing is by Jake Fridkis - https://instagram.com/flutebrosOur art is by Tess Stone - http://notdrunkenough.com/Our Discord mods are Olivia Gulin, Kit Pulliam and Kestrel The voice of Artemis is Molly Templeton--CC-BY LICENSED SFX Used in this Episode:https://freesound.org/people/tosha73/sounds/509902/https://freesound.org/people/InspectorJ/sounds/484470/

Why should we pity the wealthy? Luke reminds us that it would be easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God. Then who can be saved? Pastor Keith shares insight into where our treasure should be from Luke, chapter 18.

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Sheppard and Lena continue to have a more personal conversation in their boat, #Annihilation minute 40. Meanwhile, in the novel, we learn what is on the walls within the tower.

We examine the next speeches of Zarathustra: The Child with the Mirror, On the Blessed Isle, On the Pitying, On the Priests, On the Virtuous, On the Rabble, On the Tarantulas on the Famous Men and On the Night Song.Featured book: Gradesaver.comSparknotesExistentialism Thus Spoke Zarathustra SummarySign up for the Mailing List: http://eepurl.com/YIbLfBecome a subscriber: www.subscribestar.com/abracast Become a Pateron: https://www.patreon.com/abracastDonate! paypal.me/stigmatastudios Flick app link: https://flickchat.page.link/EWZu Flick app code: theabracastAdvertise on The Abracast: https://www.advertisecast.com/TheAbracastVoice over work – Hila Assor https://hilaassor.com/Theme Song “Red Horse Rising” by X-Proph3t: http://www.reverbnation.com/xproph3tStigmata Studios Comic Books and Graphic Novels: www.stigmatastudios.com Incidental Music (royalty free) by Ross BugdenEmail Jon: Towers113@gmail.com Visit: www.stigmatastudios.comFind Jon on Twitter: @jonnyaxx https://twitter.com/JonnyAxx Find Jon on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/#!/stigmatastudiosFind Jon On Instagram: http://instagram.com/stigmatastudios

We examine the next speeches of Zarathustra: On the Gift Giving Virtue, The Child with the Mirror, On the Blessed Isles, On the Pitying, On the Priests, On the Virtuous, On the Rabble, On the Tarantulas, Featured book: Gradesaver.comSparknotesExistentialism Thus Spoke Zarathustra SummarySign up for the Mailing List: http://eepurl.com/YIbLfBecome a subscriber: www.subscribestar.com/abracast Become a Pateron: https://www.patreon.com/abracastDonate! paypal.me/stigmatastudios Flick app link: https://flickchat.page.link/EWZu Flick app code: theabracastAdvertise on The Abracast: https://www.advertisecast.com/TheAbracastVoice over work – Hila Assor https://hilaassor.com/Theme Song “Red Horse Rising” by X-Proph3t: http://www.reverbnation.com/xproph3tStigmata Studios Comic Books and Graphic Novels: www.stigmatastudios.com Incidental Music (royalty free) by Ross BugdenEmail Jon: Towers113@gmail.com Visit: www.stigmatastudios.comFind Jon on Twitter: @jonnyaxx https://twitter.com/JonnyAxx Find Jon on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/#!/stigmatastudiosFind Jon On Instagram: http://instagram.com/stigmatastudios

On this weeks episode of mate. we discuss the notion of ‘adulting’ and share the moments that, for us, define adulthood and peak maturity. We look at how feeling sorry for yourself and wallowing can become detrimental to how you perceive situations. It can often be hard to separate initial emotional response from the facts and we share the times we have been guilty of creating a self-pitying narrative and running with it. On this week’s Mate-to-Mate we answer our listeners question of ‘How do you meet new people in a new city?’ If you have a Mate-to-Mate question then please email us at mate.podcast@gmail.com --------------------------------------------------------- 1. Real Women Share The Moment They Finally Felt Like An Adult – Natalie Gil https://www.refinery29.com/en-gb/2019/03/227388/what-age-does-adulthood-begin-30s 2. How I Learned To Stop Feeling Sorry For Myself – Celeste Scott https://www.thegoodtrade.com/features/how-i-learned-to-stop-feeling-sorry-for-myself

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This sermon was preached at Colmar Manor Bible Church by Pastor Ken Burge Sr. The sermon is entitled “5. Pitying the Plaint Over the Person – Jonah 4:1-11” This is the 5th of 5 sermons from the The Book of Jonah series The post 5. Pitying the Plaint Over the Person – Jonah 4:1-11 appeared first on Colmar Manor Bible Church - Maryland.

Once a dream did weave a shade O’er my Angel-guarded bed, That an Emmet lost its way Where on grass methought I lay. Troubled, ‘wilder’d, and forlorn, Dark, benighted, travel-worn, Over many a tangled spray, All heart-broken I heard her say: “O, my children! do they cry? Do they hear their father sigh? Now they look abroad to see: Now return and weep for me.” Pitying, I drop’d a tear; But I saw a glow-worm near, Who replied: “What wailing wight Calls the watchman of the night?

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Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black, and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain. And truly not the morning sun of heaven Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east, Nor that full star that ushers in the even Doth half that glory to the sober west As those two mourning eyes become thy face. O let it then as well beseem thy heart To mourn for me, since mourning doth thee grace, And suit thy pity like in every part. Then will I swear beauty herself is black, And all they foul that thy complexion lack. William Shakespeare Presenters Mark Chatterley Thierry Heles The post Sonnet 132: Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me appeared first on In Ear Entertainment.

A peasant named Crabbe saw how well a doctor ate and asked him how to become one. The doctor told him to buy an ABC book with a rooster up front, sell his oxen and cart to buy doctor's equipment and clothing, and advertise himself as "Doctor Know-all." Shortly after he set himself up, a nobleman asked him to find stolen money. He insisted on bringing his wife. When they sat to eat, he nudged his wife at each course, saying "That's one," "That's two," and "That's three" — meaning three courses, but the servants bringing in the dishes, the thieves, thought he was identifying them. The fourth one brought in a covered tray of crabs, and the nobleman asked him to guess. Pitying himself, he said, "Poor Crabbe!" and the noble was impressed. The servants offered to give him the money and a reward as well if he would not betray them. He agreed, and told the nobleman he had to check his book. He was looking for the picture of the rooster and could not find it. He said, "I know you are in there," and the fifth thief servant, hiding in the stove, panicked and fled. He showed the nobleman where the money was, and received a reward from him, too. Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doctor_Know-all

A peasant named Crabbe saw how well a doctor ate and asked him how to become one. The doctor told him to buy an ABC book with a rooster up front, sell his oxen and cart to buy doctor's equipment and clothing, and advertise himself as "Doctor Know-all." Shortly after he set himself up, a nobleman asked him to find stolen money. He insisted on bringing his wife. When they sat to eat, he nudged his wife at each course, saying "That's one," "That's two," and "That's three" — meaning three courses, but the servants bringing in the dishes, the thieves, thought he was identifying them. The fourth one brought in a covered tray of crabs, and the nobleman asked him to guess. Pitying himself, he said, "Poor Crabbe!" and the noble was impressed. The servants offered to give him the money and a reward as well if he would not betray them. He agreed, and told the nobleman he had to check his book. He was looking for the picture of the rooster and could not find it. He said, "I know you are in there," and the fifth thief servant, hiding in the stove, panicked and fled. He showed the nobleman where the money was, and received a reward from him, too. Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doctor_Know-all