Podcasts about plumes

En cette rentrée 2025, on se retrouve avec une nouvelle saison du podcast et surtout, quelques grandes nouvelles. Une nouvelle introduction, de nouveaux formats d'épisodes, de quoi donne une nouvelle dynamique au podcast tout en continuant de recevoir de supers acteurs du monde du livre. Suivre Paroles de Plumes sur Instagram Merci d'avoir écouté cet épisode. ❤️ Si vous l'avez apprécié, n'hésitez pas à laisser un commentaire et quelques étoiles. Crédits musique : Song: White PetalsComposer: Keys Of MoonWebsite: https://www.youtube.com/c/keysofmoonmusicLicense: Free To Use YouTube license youtube-freeMusic powered by BreakingCopyright: https://breakingcopyright.com

durée : 00:04:12 - Pleurs et plumes au premier concours du cri de la goëmouette à Brest Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

Fantaisie comique, passion digression Bertrand Belin écrit des livres comme d'autres nagent en eaux libres : il en a le souffle, la souplesse et l'endurance, au gré des marées montantes de son imagination. Dans son bonnet de bain, déjà cinq romans et un curieux recueil de « souvenirs », tous publiés ces dix dernières années aux éditions POL. Sa petite entreprise ne connaît pas la crampe et forme déjà un tout cohérent, sérieux dans sa phrase, libre dans la diversité de ses formes, irrigué par sa fantaisie comique, sa passion digression, son plaisir de la répétition, son goût gourmand du mot rare et les ombres tenaces de sa jeunesse.Dans « Requin » (2015), un homme banal retarde sa noyade par le flot de ses pensées, qui séduiront près de dix mille lecteurs et lectrices. Dans « Littoral » (2016), l'occupation d'un port par une armée rebat les cartes de l'héroïsme. Dans « Grands carnivores » (2019), fable habile sur le capitalisme carnassier centré sur deux frères que tout oppose, sa verve déploie du mordant pour croquer de bien tristes puissants adeptes de « logorrhées vipérines » et de « galimatias venimeux ». Et dans « La figure » (2025), son roman le plus long, l'alter ego de Bertrand enquête sur le « poison » de son passé.« Dans les livres », dit-il, « je peux être aventureux dans la spéculation, faire usage de mauvaise foi, fabriquer des dispositifs, des bazars rhétoriques qui ne peuvent se passer du temps long. La chanson est un canif de poche, le roman un service complet avec louche et fourchette à poisson. » Pour ce troisième et dernier épisode, ce « grand-duc » passe à table et plonge dans ses pages « le feu au cœur ».L'auteur du mois : Bertrand BelinNé en 1970 à Auray, Bertrand Belin est musicien, écrivain et acteur, toujours à la recherche « du mot juste, du beau geste ». Depuis vingt ans, du premier album remarqué qui porte son nom (2005) à « Tambour Vision » (2022), sans oublier « Hypernuit » (grand prix de l'académie Charles-Cros en 2010), ce drôle d'oiseau du Morbihan, au timbre grave et envoûtant, « survole nos villes et nos campagnes » avec, sous son aile, de mystérieuses ritournelles. « Que dit-on en chantant que l'on ne saurait dire en parlant simplement ? Pourquoi chanter une chose ? », se demandait-il en 2012 dans son premier livre, un court essai intitulé « Sorties de route ». Bertrand Belin est également l'auteur d'une poignée de brefs romans intrigants aux éditions POL. Il vit à Paris et publiera en octobre 2025 son huitième album solo, « Watt », annoncé comme « tendre, grave et gracieux, avec des divertissements ». Enregistrement avril 2025 Entretien, découpage Richard Gaitet Prise de son Mathilde Guermonprez Montage Mathilde Guermonprez, Étienne Bottini Réalisation, mixage Charlie Marcelet Musiques originales Samuel Hirsch Vibraphone Cyprien Noble Illustration Sylvain Cabot Remerciements Loyse Dodinot-Plunian, Loo Hui Phang, Mina Souchon

Jacques Février - Le Raisin à Plumes - Loire Atlantique by RadioVino

durée : 01:12:37 - Une grande parade, des plumes et des poils - par : Thomas Vergracht - Pour ce dernier Été Classique avant la reprise, on profite de nos amis les bêtes. On croisera au détour de cette grande parade : des chats très câlins, un paon tout tristoune, un cygne majestueux, un faon trop mignon, une vache habillée d'autotune...et même des dinosaures très féroces ! Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

Pour la 3ème année consécutive, la Ville de Carouge invite promeneuses et promeneurs à découvrir les illustrations de 22 artistes locaux. Le thème ? Des lieux insolites et caractéristiques de la ville sarde. Cet événement culturel sʹintitule " Carouge Dessiné ! " et il permet de redécouvrir Carouge autrement. Jusquʹau 31 août dans divers lieux carougeois tels que : la Place de lʹOctroi, la Promenade des Orpailleurs ou encore le Cinéma Bio. Julien de Preux et Mathieu Carera tous deux membres de lʹassociation Duo Manifesto emmènent Layla Shlonsky en balade

Invités : Ali Saad, président de l'association Poèmes Bleus et du Festival Baie des Plumes et Rachel Khan, pour le spectacle "Les Grands Tournants" à l'Espace Rachi les 9, 10 et 11 septembre 2025   Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Water, water everywhere, nor any drop to drink. The line from “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner” is true not only on Earth, but across the solar system. Water is everywhere. But it’s not in a form you could drink. It’s in the clouds of the giant outer planets, frozen in the surfaces and ice caps of planets and moons, or buried far below their surfaces. One example is Pluto. The dwarf planet is billions of miles from the Sun, so its surface is frozen. But there’s evidence that liquid water lurks far below. In fact, there could be a global ocean up to a hundred miles deep. One bit of evidence is a feature called Sputnik Planitia – a fairly smooth plain about 600 miles across. It’s almost pure white. And there are no impact craters, suggesting that the surface is young. Among its features are floating blocks of frozen gases. They resemble slabs of ice in the polar regions of Earth. That suggests they could be floating atop liquid water. Plumes of water flow upward, freezing and pushing older ice outward. In fact, the feature might have formed when a big asteroid slammed into Pluto. It vaporized the surface, exposing the ocean below. The water quickly froze, forming the plain we see today. Pluto lines up opposite the Sun this week. It’s in view all night, and shines brightest for the whole year. Script by Damond Benningfield

“The Golden Rule” I finally did it. I finally set my house on fire. You don't know. I've lived there two years; I just now did it. This amazes me that just how. Here's how it happened. So I'm in my kitchen, cooking. I just worked out for like, three hours so I'm cooking everything. Everything. I put the soup on, but by the end of the workout, I'm not sure the soup is going to be enough. So, I thought to myself, “You know what, I'm going to make some tortilla chips” A few days before I made the dopest salsa. I couldn't get enough of it. It was the best salsa ever. I was like “gosh” so every day, Tacos for three days, Just to put the salsa on top, And on the fourth day, I'm like “Nah, soup.” So, I put the soup on and I go workout, But the soup, you see has roasted vegetables in in, You know? So what I had done was, I had roasted the vegetables on a pan, but the pan is a little worn, so i put them on parchment paper… … Yeah, but here's what really happened, Is I took the vegetables off of the roasting pan, and I was about to throw away the parchment paper, And I thought “Wait. No! There's still so much oil on this!” And I didn't want to be wasteful. So I turned the oven back on, And I took out the tortillas I had— There were four of them— I took out two, Just in case I wanted two actual tacos later— Cause you know, I really love this fucking salsa. So good. Anyway— I take out two of the four tortillas, And I quarter them, And I flip them in the leftover oil from the roasted vegetables, And I'm thinking— This is going to be so good Roasted vegetable flavored Corn tortilla chips— I brush on a little bit of coconut oil, I drop some lemon juice on them, I put on a little salt— And I put them in the oven— I turn the oven to broil, And then I start the dishes; Dishes takes about ten minutes, This should take about ten minutes— So I start doing the dishes, And cleaning up, And putting them away, And this is the most ironic shit in the world, I start thinking to myself Particularly about this comedian that I like And I start thinking to myself “Wow, so you're a comedian; Comedian things happen to you; You're a real comedian. I must not be a real comedian— Because comedy things don't happen to me.” And right at that moment, I just so happen to look into the oven, And all I see is flames. Like, open flames. Big, flames. So I open the oven; More flames. I'm like “Oh no.” So now I'm panicking because I've never had an apartment with a gas stove before, So I don't know how quickly flames turn into massive explosions. And it's honestly funny how suicidal I am, Until I see open flames and I'm like “No, but— not like THIS!” So I freak out, I hit the breaker. I turn off everything in the place I'm not looking to see which switch is “gas” I turned turned them all off, Click, click, click, click Put on my slip ons, and grab my phone and I'm out the door. And I'm thinking to myself “See this is why you need a phone,” Because honestly sometimes, I don't feel like paying the bill. I feel like having toilet paper, Or soap, Or water— And I just “Whatever” But lately, I've been looking for more work because I like having toilet paper, and soap, and water AND a phone— so I keep the phone on, Which, even in the moment is like “Oh yeah, wow, I have a phone” Like I'm in astonishment at how handy it is because if it's handy for anything, This is it. So I'm out the door, and I'm dialing 911 as I hit the staircase; Whoosh, I'm out the door and in the long before the operator even picks up, And I'm in the lobby, on the phone, and the operator gets the address and I'm just standing there — Mind you, I didn't even grab my keys on the way out, so I'm assuming the door is locked, And I think to myself about the size of the flames and the fact that they were coming from the oven which is connected to a gas line which is connected to the rest of the building, so I don't know how any of that stuff works, And then I start thinking. “Should I warn my neighbors?” I hate my neighbors. Or rather, My neighbors hate me. But I'm thinking of the flames and the smoke and the danger and how, if it was me, I'd want to know if the apartment next door to mine was on fire and possibly about to explode. You know; the golden rule. So I'm like “fuck it” I don't get along with these people but I don't mean to blow them up. So I run back upstairs, And I knock on their doors; Not everyone's doors, just the two doors in what I assume would be the blast area. I knock on their doors, And only one of them answers— The one that answers is, of course, The one that's been stalking me. So this is ironic at least twice, now, And she answers the door, And I explain to her the situation “Look, my apartment's on fire whatever The fire department's on the way, I'm locked out…” As I turn the knob, I realize, I'm not locked out. My door didn't even lock, I didn't notice it didn't lock, I just ran, So I'm like “Nevermind I just wanted you to know the fire departments on the way and not to panic” And she just gives me this look With her wombat face —she has wombat face. She looks like a— Like a rabid wombat. Like a— Like a really fucked up, Possum. Like a wombat-possum. And we've been having some—problems. She's my stalker. She's been stalking me; And I've noticed so, It's really awkward that I'm at her door warning her like “hey, don't freak out or anything, the fire department's coming by” And she just looks at me with those beady little eyes and a shrug that tells me If her apartment was about to explode She'd just let me incinerate. , “Whatever, fuck you.” I know I'm a good person, Cause I would want to know— so I let you know There may be danger here! Whatever. So she's like “whatever”, and shuts the door like a normal, sane person Cause my problem with her is that For the past year Every time I take a bath or shower, This wombat looking rabid possum bitch Slams the door. Not just her door, The stairwell exit door, Which is located adjacent to my door. So every time I take a bath for the last year— BOOM. BOOM. Fuck that. Theres's more to the story but you get the point. She's a white supremacist wombat with a door slamming habit. That's that story, this is another story. So anyway. And I just realized, I'm not locked out at all, and so I go back into the apartment not knowing if it contained itself, or if it got worse— I don't know, the whole place is just filled with smoke, and then the super, Who I also called and also don't like, Shows up before the fire department, And he comes in, and he opens the oven, and just— Plumes of smoke— Then the fire dudes rush in, I'm like, “Oh God” I just worked out for three hours and looked wombat girl right in the face, Like, right in the eyes Now I probably look like a wombat That shit is contagious, Fuck that. “”let me put on some sunglasses” So I put on some sunglasses, And three fire dudes walk in in full gear with canisters and shit, Masks; The whole thing. But the super already opened the oven, There's no more flames, No more fire, Just smoke— And a bunch of mad crispy Ashes. No tortilla chips, Just— Ashes, on a cookie sheet. Just— Ashes, But still, smoke everywhere so they have to follow the procedure, And the procedure is, Moving all my shit by dragging it across the floor; Ok, that's cool, I guess, Boom. One of them starts running water down the sink, Alright, Another one just rips down the curtains. I'm like “That's hot.” (It was so hot) Slides back the couch, opens the window. I'm astonished that something as simple as a man pulling down your curtain rod with no regards to giving a fuck can be so exhilirating. I'm like “oh!” Then after all that, They're just standing there. Just, In full gear, Looking at the oven like “Well, that's it.” They're like “K. Bye.” I'm like “that's it?” They're like “Yeah” I'm like l, “I don't need to do anything?” They're like “Just open the window, keep the door open till the smoke comes out” I'm like “that's all” They're like “yeah” I'm like “my bad.” They all just shrug like “whatever” Like, in unison, shrugging like to give no fucks at all, Still in full gear. The only thing I can be sure of is that all three of them are hot and if the super wasn't there, I'd inidiate a gangbang. Almost positive. But five's a crowd, or whatever, so I'm like “Well, thanks guys, sorry about that” and they all just leave, almost disappointed like there wasn't a burning building to actually show up to. I'm just relieved I didn't explode and the solace I can take from this is that I'm a good person. my neighbor is stalking me cause she has NOTHING ELSE to do. That bitch was AT the door, never leaves. She's miserable. She looks like a wombat And 3. Three firefighters entered and exited the apartment head to toe in full gear with heavy ass metal canisters and did not slam a single door. FUCK YOU HOE. Very respectful servicemen. I had called the landlord about her harassing me in the shower and the bathtub. You know she's doing it every bath and every shower for over a year she's doing it on purposes I started making formal complaints; The property management's like “Are you sure she's doing it on purpose?” THREE Fully grown men decked head to toe in full fireproof outfits, helmets, and masks entered and exited the building on one day and in ten minutes more quietly than she has at any given point over the last year. THREE FULLY GROWN MEN. WITH CANISTERS. If they can enter and exit with less noise than a 150 lb wombat— She's doing it on purpose. End of story. Well, end of that story, Or like two stories but Here's the end of this one. So finally after the dust settles And I hit the gym again Because nothing is a better preworkout Than adrenialine, (Especially when you've already had preworkout) I come back and now I'm extra famished and the Amazon guy came in all that fuss And now I have canola oils So I've been soaking some potato wedges And I decide, “Hey, I got wedges. Let's do that” So I heat the oil, and as I'm heating the oil, I realize… I still have two tortillas. Maybe that was the whole point! I'm being a pussy, making tortilla chips, In the oven, on parchment paper, Like a little bitch! So I'm like “Alright, cool, When these wedges are done, the oil should be the perfect temperature for the tortilla chips To be made the old fashioned way The RIGHT way!” So I wait, I do the wedges, and I drop the tortillas, And I wait for them to get golden brown, I drain the oil, I put them out to cool; I do the dishes while they cool, whatever, I grab the salsa container out of the fridge, I take the bowl into the studio so I can watch YouTube while I enjoy my chips, I plop down, Turn on the you tube I open the salsa container— And it's empty. There's no more salsa. I put the container in the fridge empty. Silly me. “You're a comedian, comedy things happen to you.” Suddenly, as I looked up from my makeshift workspace, where I had been toiling away for hours at seemingly nothing—I realized the world was full of everything I'd ever wanted to fuck; something primal and ancient had been awakening within me and I was left in a dangerous volitile position, drifting somewhere between reckless promiscuity in a sexual escapade—and the pseudo-conservative now-only partially celibate maiden form of fantasy—there wasn't anything I could do but wait inside my tragic box for some unassuming old soul to finally open the gate—and allow whatever devious and fiending hedonistic godbeing —though never fully lying dormant, entrapped and imprisoned in a loveless and sexless prison. You might recognize me. You Know, I was one of the original Kings of comedy. If I put my heart inside a box; Maybe I'd forget how cold it was Or how far you are Or how much it hurts There's no harm in God, If there ever was one Then, reality sets in: God was my only friend No armor on, I'm at the end Or a long, long walk I'm off again And on again Nothing's impossible— stop at the alter and scoff a bit I left my coat on, I left my heart on the rooftop, A sacrifice, love At the alter, I wonder a song, Or a sonnet A song, No, what's wrong? Something off a bit God, I woke up in a coffin once Isn't that awful The rest or the song wrote itself, At the alter No, I can't stop and talk Got to get off, Cause I've never been on I've never belonged in the world I'm breaking down, jim boy Don't you know? That this show blows my mind But it's stuck in my head Don't you know That this show Blows my mind Like a firework But it's still Stuck in my Head The context is that I want you From the mustache Down to your tonsils But I'm Locke inside of a box Every day I feel poorer and poorer The product says something is wrong to me I'm supposed to just stop at the stop sign And look both directions Before crossing over to Comic nights At the salad bar What a cosmic waste of time And an epic waste of space Am I in your internet history I'm dead You surely are in mine, But I'm right behind you I'd be lying for trying to say I'm not binded Clutch bag, Nut-thins Nailed to the cross With the arches doubled over The crossword Above old Missouri Missoula and Arkansas All saw us run out of gas But I probably should just get going You're so drunk that I don't hope you sober up Understand that our little talks Were just buffered By sunrise Or sunset And two more cocktails, Shirley temples and Surely none of this ever even happened I only know you by the misery in my belly. The heartache in my ribcage. The cry I hold in silent I only know you as Remarkable I, House of cards Ace of wands Down to one Card of hades and Spare me the spade I'll be drifting in the outline and ink of it forever It's the Fourth of July and I'm just waiting on an Amazon order for water If that's not freedom I don't k me what is The elevator music Of my ascension The attitude of attraction, Gratitude, it's so unusual Fight to lose, In a room full of fools; The fuse, and the matchbox— Futile—amusing— Tunes from a hatchback Keys in the lockbox What you want, From the problem solver? That's enough; Now she's out of the box In just socks, And they laugh at her— But also wonder Where her shoes might have gone to There's a lot of ways to get out of a big black duffel bag, You just have to ask, actually But there's only one To get out of the coffin, Or “Box” as they called it, That she was locked up in Futile—amusing— Tunes from a hatchback Keys in the lockbox What you want, From the problem solver? That's enough; Now she's out of the box In just socks, And they laugh at her— But also wonder Where her shoes might have gone to {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

“The Golden Rule” I finally did it. I finally set my house on fire. You don't know. I've lived there two years; I just now did it. This amazes me that just how. Here's how it happened. So I'm in my kitchen, cooking. I just worked out for like, three hours so I'm cooking everything. Everything. I put the soup on, but by the end of the workout, I'm not sure the soup is going to be enough. So, I thought to myself, “You know what, I'm going to make some tortilla chips” A few days before I made the dopest salsa. I couldn't get enough of it. It was the best salsa ever. I was like “gosh” so every day, Tacos for three days, Just to put the salsa on top, And on the fourth day, I'm like “Nah, soup.” So, I put the soup on and I go workout, But the soup, you see has roasted vegetables in in, You know? So what I had done was, I had roasted the vegetables on a pan, but the pan is a little worn, so i put them on parchment paper… … Yeah, but here's what really happened, Is I took the vegetables off of the roasting pan, and I was about to throw away the parchment paper, And I thought “Wait. No! There's still so much oil on this!” And I didn't want to be wasteful. So I turned the oven back on, And I took out the tortillas I had— There were four of them— I took out two, Just in case I wanted two actual tacos later— Cause you know, I really love this fucking salsa. So good. Anyway— I take out two of the four tortillas, And I quarter them, And I flip them in the leftover oil from the roasted vegetables, And I'm thinking— This is going to be so good Roasted vegetable flavored Corn tortilla chips— I brush on a little bit of coconut oil, I drop some lemon juice on them, I put on a little salt— And I put them in the oven— I turn the oven to broil, And then I start the dishes; Dishes takes about ten minutes, This should take about ten minutes— So I start doing the dishes, And cleaning up, And putting them away, And this is the most ironic shit in the world, I start thinking to myself Particularly about this comedian that I like And I start thinking to myself “Wow, so you're a comedian; Comedian things happen to you; You're a real comedian. I must not be a real comedian— Because comedy things don't happen to me.” And right at that moment, I just so happen to look into the oven, And all I see is flames. Like, open flames. Big, flames. So I open the oven; More flames. I'm like “Oh no.” So now I'm panicking because I've never had an apartment with a gas stove before, So I don't know how quickly flames turn into massive explosions. And it's honestly funny how suicidal I am, Until I see open flames and I'm like “No, but— not like THIS!” So I freak out, I hit the breaker. I turn off everything in the place I'm not looking to see which switch is “gas” I turned turned them all off, Click, click, click, click Put on my slip ons, and grab my phone and I'm out the door. And I'm thinking to myself “See this is why you need a phone,” Because honestly sometimes, I don't feel like paying the bill. I feel like having toilet paper, Or soap, Or water— And I just “Whatever” But lately, I've been looking for more work because I like having toilet paper, and soap, and water AND a phone— so I keep the phone on, Which, even in the moment is like “Oh yeah, wow, I have a phone” Like I'm in astonishment at how handy it is because if it's handy for anything, This is it. So I'm out the door, and I'm dialing 911 as I hit the staircase; Whoosh, I'm out the door and in the long before the operator even picks up, And I'm in the lobby, on the phone, and the operator gets the address and I'm just standing there — Mind you, I didn't even grab my keys on the way out, so I'm assuming the door is locked, And I think to myself about the size of the flames and the fact that they were coming from the oven which is connected to a gas line which is connected to the rest of the building, so I don't know how any of that stuff works, And then I start thinking. “Should I warn my neighbors?” I hate my neighbors. Or rather, My neighbors hate me. But I'm thinking of the flames and the smoke and the danger and how, if it was me, I'd want to know if the apartment next door to mine was on fire and possibly about to explode. You know; the golden rule. So I'm like “fuck it” I don't get along with these people but I don't mean to blow them up. So I run back upstairs, And I knock on their doors; Not everyone's doors, just the two doors in what I assume would be the blast area. I knock on their doors, And only one of them answers— The one that answers is, of course, The one that's been stalking me. So this is ironic at least twice, now, And she answers the door, And I explain to her the situation “Look, my apartment's on fire whatever The fire department's on the way, I'm locked out…” As I turn the knob, I realize, I'm not locked out. My door didn't even lock, I didn't notice it didn't lock, I just ran, So I'm like “Nevermind I just wanted you to know the fire departments on the way and not to panic” And she just gives me this look With her wombat face —she has wombat face. She looks like a— Like a rabid wombat. Like a— Like a really fucked up, Possum. Like a wombat-possum. And we've been having some—problems. She's my stalker. She's been stalking me; And I've noticed so, It's really awkward that I'm at her door warning her like “hey, don't freak out or anything, the fire department's coming by” And she just looks at me with those beady little eyes and a shrug that tells me If her apartment was about to explode She'd just let me incinerate. , “Whatever, fuck you.” I know I'm a good person, Cause I would want to know— so I let you know There may be danger here! Whatever. So she's like “whatever”, and shuts the door like a normal, sane person Cause my problem with her is that For the past year Every time I take a bath or shower, This wombat looking rabid possum bitch Slams the door. Not just her door, The stairwell exit door, Which is located adjacent to my door. So every time I take a bath for the last year— BOOM. BOOM. Fuck that. Theres's more to the story but you get the point. She's a white supremacist wombat with a door slamming habit. That's that story, this is another story. So anyway. And I just realized, I'm not locked out at all, and so I go back into the apartment not knowing if it contained itself, or if it got worse— I don't know, the whole place is just filled with smoke, and then the super, Who I also called and also don't like, Shows up before the fire department, And he comes in, and he opens the oven, and just— Plumes of smoke— Then the fire dudes rush in, I'm like, “Oh God” I just worked out for three hours and looked wombat girl right in the face, Like, right in the eyes Now I probably look like a wombat That shit is contagious, Fuck that. “”let me put on some sunglasses” So I put on some sunglasses, And three fire dudes walk in in full gear with canisters and shit, Masks; The whole thing. But the super already opened the oven, There's no more flames, No more fire, Just smoke— And a bunch of mad crispy Ashes. No tortilla chips, Just— Ashes, on a cookie sheet. Just— Ashes, But still, smoke everywhere so they have to follow the procedure, And the procedure is, Moving all my shit by dragging it across the floor; Ok, that's cool, I guess, Boom. One of them starts running water down the sink, Alright, Another one just rips down the curtains. I'm like “That's hot.” (It was so hot) Slides back the couch, opens the window. I'm astonished that something as simple as a man pulling down your curtain rod with no regards to giving a fuck can be so exhilirating. I'm like “oh!” Then after all that, They're just standing there. Just, In full gear, Looking at the oven like “Well, that's it.” They're like “K. Bye.” I'm like “that's it?” They're like “Yeah” I'm like l, “I don't need to do anything?” They're like “Just open the window, keep the door open till the smoke comes out” I'm like “that's all” They're like “yeah” I'm like “my bad.” They all just shrug like “whatever” Like, in unison, shrugging like to give no fucks at all, Still in full gear. The only thing I can be sure of is that all three of them are hot and if the super wasn't there, I'd inidiate a gangbang. Almost positive. But five's a crowd, or whatever, so I'm like “Well, thanks guys, sorry about that” and they all just leave, almost disappointed like there wasn't a burning building to actually show up to. I'm just relieved I didn't explode and the solace I can take from this is that I'm a good person. my neighbor is stalking me cause she has NOTHING ELSE to do. That bitch was AT the door, never leaves. She's miserable. She looks like a wombat And 3. Three firefighters entered and exited the apartment head to toe in full gear with heavy ass metal canisters and did not slam a single door. FUCK YOU HOE. Very respectful servicemen. I had called the landlord about her harassing me in the shower and the bathtub. You know she's doing it every bath and every shower for over a year she's doing it on purposes I started making formal complaints; The property management's like “Are you sure she's doing it on purpose?” THREE Fully grown men decked head to toe in full fireproof outfits, helmets, and masks entered and exited the building on one day and in ten minutes more quietly than she has at any given point over the last year. THREE FULLY GROWN MEN. WITH CANISTERS. If they can enter and exit with less noise than a 150 lb wombat— She's doing it on purpose. End of story. Well, end of that story, Or like two stories but Here's the end of this one. So finally after the dust settles And I hit the gym again Because nothing is a better preworkout Than adrenialine, (Especially when you've already had preworkout) I come back and now I'm extra famished and the Amazon guy came in all that fuss And now I have canola oils So I've been soaking some potato wedges And I decide, “Hey, I got wedges. Let's do that” So I heat the oil, and as I'm heating the oil, I realize… I still have two tortillas. Maybe that was the whole point! I'm being a pussy, making tortilla chips, In the oven, on parchment paper, Like a little bitch! So I'm like “Alright, cool, When these wedges are done, the oil should be the perfect temperature for the tortilla chips To be made the old fashioned way The RIGHT way!” So I wait, I do the wedges, and I drop the tortillas, And I wait for them to get golden brown, I drain the oil, I put them out to cool; I do the dishes while they cool, whatever, I grab the salsa container out of the fridge, I take the bowl into the studio so I can watch YouTube while I enjoy my chips, I plop down, Turn on the you tube I open the salsa container— And it's empty. There's no more salsa. I put the container in the fridge empty. Silly me. “You're a comedian, comedy things happen to you.” Suddenly, as I looked up from my makeshift workspace, where I had been toiling away for hours at seemingly nothing—I realized the world was full of everything I'd ever wanted to fuck; something primal and ancient had been awakening within me and I was left in a dangerous volitile position, drifting somewhere between reckless promiscuity in a sexual escapade—and the pseudo-conservative now-only partially celibate maiden form of fantasy—there wasn't anything I could do but wait inside my tragic box for some unassuming old soul to finally open the gate—and allow whatever devious and fiending hedonistic godbeing —though never fully lying dormant, entrapped and imprisoned in a loveless and sexless prison. You might recognize me. You Know, I was one of the original Kings of comedy. If I put my heart inside a box; Maybe I'd forget how cold it was Or how far you are Or how much it hurts There's no harm in God, If there ever was one Then, reality sets in: God was my only friend No armor on, I'm at the end Or a long, long walk I'm off again And on again Nothing's impossible— stop at the alter and scoff a bit I left my coat on, I left my heart on the rooftop, A sacrifice, love At the alter, I wonder a song, Or a sonnet A song, No, what's wrong? Something off a bit God, I woke up in a coffin once Isn't that awful The rest or the song wrote itself, At the alter No, I can't stop and talk Got to get off, Cause I've never been on I've never belonged in the world I'm breaking down, jim boy Don't you know? That this show blows my mind But it's stuck in my head Don't you know That this show Blows my mind Like a firework But it's still Stuck in my Head The context is that I want you From the mustache Down to your tonsils But I'm Locke inside of a box Every day I feel poorer and poorer The product says something is wrong to me I'm supposed to just stop at the stop sign And look both directions Before crossing over to Comic nights At the salad bar What a cosmic waste of time And an epic waste of space Am I in your internet history I'm dead You surely are in mine, But I'm right behind you I'd be lying for trying to say I'm not binded Clutch bag, Nut-thins Nailed to the cross With the arches doubled over The crossword Above old Missouri Missoula and Arkansas All saw us run out of gas But I probably should just get going You're so drunk that I don't hope you sober up Understand that our little talks Were just buffered By sunrise Or sunset And two more cocktails, Shirley temples and Surely none of this ever even happened I only know you by the misery in my belly. The heartache in my ribcage. The cry I hold in silent I only know you as Remarkable I, House of cards Ace of wands Down to one Card of hades and Spare me the spade I'll be drifting in the outline and ink of it forever It's the Fourth of July and I'm just waiting on an Amazon order for water If that's not freedom I don't k me what is The elevator music Of my ascension The attitude of attraction, Gratitude, it's so unusual Fight to lose, In a room full of fools; The fuse, and the matchbox— Futile—amusing— Tunes from a hatchback Keys in the lockbox What you want, From the problem solver? That's enough; Now she's out of the box In just socks, And they laugh at her— But also wonder Where her shoes might have gone to There's a lot of ways to get out of a big black duffel bag, You just have to ask, actually But there's only one To get out of the coffin, Or “Box” as they called it, That she was locked up in Futile—amusing— Tunes from a hatchback Keys in the lockbox What you want, From the problem solver? That's enough; Now she's out of the box In just socks, And they laugh at her— But also wonder Where her shoes might have gone to {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

“The Golden Rule” I finally did it. I finally set my house on fire. You don't know. I've lived there two years; I just now did it. This amazes me that just how. Here's how it happened. So I'm in my kitchen, cooking. I just worked out for like, three hours so I'm cooking everything. Everything. I put the soup on, but by the end of the workout, I'm not sure the soup is going to be enough. So, I thought to myself, “You know what, I'm going to make some tortilla chips” A few days before I made the dopest salsa. I couldn't get enough of it. It was the best salsa ever. I was like “gosh” so every day, Tacos for three days, Just to put the salsa on top, And on the fourth day, I'm like “Nah, soup.” So, I put the soup on and I go workout, But the soup, you see has roasted vegetables in in, You know? So what I had done was, I had roasted the vegetables on a pan, but the pan is a little worn, so i put them on parchment paper… … Yeah, but here's what really happened, Is I took the vegetables off of the roasting pan, and I was about to throw away the parchment paper, And I thought “Wait. No! There's still so much oil on this!” And I didn't want to be wasteful. So I turned the oven back on, And I took out the tortillas I had— There were four of them— I took out two, Just in case I wanted two actual tacos later— Cause you know, I really love this fucking salsa. So good. Anyway— I take out two of the four tortillas, And I quarter them, And I flip them in the leftover oil from the roasted vegetables, And I'm thinking— This is going to be so good Roasted vegetable flavored Corn tortilla chips— I brush on a little bit of coconut oil, I drop some lemon juice on them, I put on a little salt— And I put them in the oven— I turn the oven to broil, And then I start the dishes; Dishes takes about ten minutes, This should take about ten minutes— So I start doing the dishes, And cleaning up, And putting them away, And this is the most ironic shit in the world, I start thinking to myself Particularly about this comedian that I like And I start thinking to myself “Wow, so you're a comedian; Comedian things happen to you; You're a real comedian. I must not be a real comedian— Because comedy things don't happen to me.” And right at that moment, I just so happen to look into the oven, And all I see is flames. Like, open flames. Big, flames. So I open the oven; More flames. I'm like “Oh no.” So now I'm panicking because I've never had an apartment with a gas stove before, So I don't know how quickly flames turn into massive explosions. And it's honestly funny how suicidal I am, Until I see open flames and I'm like “No, but— not like THIS!” So I freak out, I hit the breaker. I turn off everything in the place I'm not looking to see which switch is “gas” I turned turned them all off, Click, click, click, click Put on my slip ons, and grab my phone and I'm out the door. And I'm thinking to myself “See this is why you need a phone,” Because honestly sometimes, I don't feel like paying the bill. I feel like having toilet paper, Or soap, Or water— And I just “Whatever” But lately, I've been looking for more work because I like having toilet paper, and soap, and water AND a phone— so I keep the phone on, Which, even in the moment is like “Oh yeah, wow, I have a phone” Like I'm in astonishment at how handy it is because if it's handy for anything, This is it. So I'm out the door, and I'm dialing 911 as I hit the staircase; Whoosh, I'm out the door and in the long before the operator even picks up, And I'm in the lobby, on the phone, and the operator gets the address and I'm just standing there — Mind you, I didn't even grab my keys on the way out, so I'm assuming the door is locked, And I think to myself about the size of the flames and the fact that they were coming from the oven which is connected to a gas line which is connected to the rest of the building, so I don't know how any of that stuff works, And then I start thinking. “Should I warn my neighbors?” I hate my neighbors. Or rather, My neighbors hate me. But I'm thinking of the flames and the smoke and the danger and how, if it was me, I'd want to know if the apartment next door to mine was on fire and possibly about to explode. You know; the golden rule. So I'm like “fuck it” I don't get along with these people but I don't mean to blow them up. So I run back upstairs, And I knock on their doors; Not everyone's doors, just the two doors in what I assume would be the blast area. I knock on their doors, And only one of them answers— The one that answers is, of course, The one that's been stalking me. So this is ironic at least twice, now, And she answers the door, And I explain to her the situation “Look, my apartment's on fire whatever The fire department's on the way, I'm locked out…” As I turn the knob, I realize, I'm not locked out. My door didn't even lock, I didn't notice it didn't lock, I just ran, So I'm like “Nevermind I just wanted you to know the fire departments on the way and not to panic” And she just gives me this look With her wombat face —she has wombat face. She looks like a— Like a rabid wombat. Like a— Like a really fucked up, Possum. Like a wombat-possum. And we've been having some—problems. She's my stalker. She's been stalking me; And I've noticed so, It's really awkward that I'm at her door warning her like “hey, don't freak out or anything, the fire department's coming by” And she just looks at me with those beady little eyes and a shrug that tells me If her apartment was about to explode She'd just let me incinerate. , “Whatever, fuck you.” I know I'm a good person, Cause I would want to know— so I let you know There may be danger here! Whatever. So she's like “whatever”, and shuts the door like a normal, sane person Cause my problem with her is that For the past year Every time I take a bath or shower, This wombat looking rabid possum bitch Slams the door. Not just her door, The stairwell exit door, Which is located adjacent to my door. So every time I take a bath for the last year— BOOM. BOOM. Fuck that. Theres's more to the story but you get the point. She's a white supremacist wombat with a door slamming habit. That's that story, this is another story. So anyway. And I just realized, I'm not locked out at all, and so I go back into the apartment not knowing if it contained itself, or if it got worse— I don't know, the whole place is just filled with smoke, and then the super, Who I also called and also don't like, Shows up before the fire department, And he comes in, and he opens the oven, and just— Plumes of smoke— Then the fire dudes rush in, I'm like, “Oh God” I just worked out for three hours and looked wombat girl right in the face, Like, right in the eyes Now I probably look like a wombat That shit is contagious, Fuck that. “”let me put on some sunglasses” So I put on some sunglasses, And three fire dudes walk in in full gear with canisters and shit, Masks; The whole thing. But the super already opened the oven, There's no more flames, No more fire, Just smoke— And a bunch of mad crispy Ashes. No tortilla chips, Just— Ashes, on a cookie sheet. Just— Ashes, But still, smoke everywhere so they have to follow the procedure, And the procedure is, Moving all my shit by dragging it across the floor; Ok, that's cool, I guess, Boom. One of them starts running water down the sink, Alright, Another one just rips down the curtains. I'm like “That's hot.” (It was so hot) Slides back the couch, opens the window. I'm astonished that something as simple as a man pulling down your curtain rod with no regards to giving a fuck can be so exhilirating. I'm like “oh!” Then after all that, They're just standing there. Just, In full gear, Looking at the oven like “Well, that's it.” They're like “K. Bye.” I'm like “that's it?” They're like “Yeah” I'm like l, “I don't need to do anything?” They're like “Just open the window, keep the door open till the smoke comes out” I'm like “that's all” They're like “yeah” I'm like “my bad.” They all just shrug like “whatever” Like, in unison, shrugging like to give no fucks at all, Still in full gear. The only thing I can be sure of is that all three of them are hot and if the super wasn't there, I'd inidiate a gangbang. Almost positive. But five's a crowd, or whatever, so I'm like “Well, thanks guys, sorry about that” and they all just leave, almost disappointed like there wasn't a burning building to actually show up to. I'm just relieved I didn't explode and the solace I can take from this is that I'm a good person. my neighbor is stalking me cause she has NOTHING ELSE to do. That bitch was AT the door, never leaves. She's miserable. She looks like a wombat And 3. Three firefighters entered and exited the apartment head to toe in full gear with heavy ass metal canisters and did not slam a single door. FUCK YOU HOE. Very respectful servicemen. I had called the landlord about her harassing me in the shower and the bathtub. You know she's doing it every bath and every shower for over a year she's doing it on purposes I started making formal complaints; The property management's like “Are you sure she's doing it on purpose?” THREE Fully grown men decked head to toe in full fireproof outfits, helmets, and masks entered and exited the building on one day and in ten minutes more quietly than she has at any given point over the last year. THREE FULLY GROWN MEN. WITH CANISTERS. If they can enter and exit with less noise than a 150 lb wombat— She's doing it on purpose. End of story. Well, end of that story, Or like two stories but Here's the end of this one. So finally after the dust settles And I hit the gym again Because nothing is a better preworkout Than adrenialine, (Especially when you've already had preworkout) I come back and now I'm extra famished and the Amazon guy came in all that fuss And now I have canola oils So I've been soaking some potato wedges And I decide, “Hey, I got wedges. Let's do that” So I heat the oil, and as I'm heating the oil, I realize… I still have two tortillas. Maybe that was the whole point! I'm being a pussy, making tortilla chips, In the oven, on parchment paper, Like a little bitch! So I'm like “Alright, cool, When these wedges are done, the oil should be the perfect temperature for the tortilla chips To be made the old fashioned way The RIGHT way!” So I wait, I do the wedges, and I drop the tortillas, And I wait for them to get golden brown, I drain the oil, I put them out to cool; I do the dishes while they cool, whatever, I grab the salsa container out of the fridge, I take the bowl into the studio so I can watch YouTube while I enjoy my chips, I plop down, Turn on the you tube I open the salsa container— And it's empty. There's no more salsa. I put the container in the fridge empty. Silly me. “You're a comedian, comedy things happen to you.” Suddenly, as I looked up from my makeshift workspace, where I had been toiling away for hours at seemingly nothing—I realized the world was full of everything I'd ever wanted to fuck; something primal and ancient had been awakening within me and I was left in a dangerous volitile position, drifting somewhere between reckless promiscuity in a sexual escapade—and the pseudo-conservative now-only partially celibate maiden form of fantasy—there wasn't anything I could do but wait inside my tragic box for some unassuming old soul to finally open the gate—and allow whatever devious and fiending hedonistic godbeing —though never fully lying dormant, entrapped and imprisoned in a loveless and sexless prison. You might recognize me. You Know, I was one of the original Kings of comedy. If I put my heart inside a box; Maybe I'd forget how cold it was Or how far you are Or how much it hurts There's no harm in God, If there ever was one Then, reality sets in: God was my only friend No armor on, I'm at the end Or a long, long walk I'm off again And on again Nothing's impossible— stop at the alter and scoff a bit I left my coat on, I left my heart on the rooftop, A sacrifice, love At the alter, I wonder a song, Or a sonnet A song, No, what's wrong? Something off a bit God, I woke up in a coffin once Isn't that awful The rest or the song wrote itself, At the alter No, I can't stop and talk Got to get off, Cause I've never been on I've never belonged in the world I'm breaking down, jim boy Don't you know? That this show blows my mind But it's stuck in my head Don't you know That this show Blows my mind Like a firework But it's still Stuck in my Head The context is that I want you From the mustache Down to your tonsils But I'm Locke inside of a box Every day I feel poorer and poorer The product says something is wrong to me I'm supposed to just stop at the stop sign And look both directions Before crossing over to Comic nights At the salad bar What a cosmic waste of time And an epic waste of space Am I in your internet history I'm dead You surely are in mine, But I'm right behind you I'd be lying for trying to say I'm not binded Clutch bag, Nut-thins Nailed to the cross With the arches doubled over The crossword Above old Missouri Missoula and Arkansas All saw us run out of gas But I probably should just get going You're so drunk that I don't hope you sober up Understand that our little talks Were just buffered By sunrise Or sunset And two more cocktails, Shirley temples and Surely none of this ever even happened I only know you by the misery in my belly. The heartache in my ribcage. The cry I hold in silent I only know you as Remarkable I, House of cards Ace of wands Down to one Card of hades and Spare me the spade I'll be drifting in the outline and ink of it forever It's the Fourth of July and I'm just waiting on an Amazon order for water If that's not freedom I don't k me what is The elevator music Of my ascension The attitude of attraction, Gratitude, it's so unusual Fight to lose, In a room full of fools; The fuse, and the matchbox— Futile—amusing— Tunes from a hatchback Keys in the lockbox What you want, From the problem solver? That's enough; Now she's out of the box In just socks, And they laugh at her— But also wonder Where her shoes might have gone to There's a lot of ways to get out of a big black duffel bag, You just have to ask, actually But there's only one To get out of the coffin, Or “Box” as they called it, That she was locked up in Futile—amusing— Tunes from a hatchback Keys in the lockbox What you want, From the problem solver? That's enough; Now she's out of the box In just socks, And they laugh at her— But also wonder Where her shoes might have gone to {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

In this captivating episode of Reading with Your Kids, host Jed Doherty explores the fascinating world of children's literature with two remarkable authors who are transforming how we introduce science and wonder to young readers. Martha Brockenbrough takes listeners on an incredible journey through her book "A Gift of Dust," revealing how Saharan dust travels across oceans, feeding microscopic organisms and ultimately nourishing the Amazon rainforest. Her passionate discussion highlights the interconnectedness of our planet, challenging traditional narratives about humans and nature. Susan Fletcher introduces her young adult novel "Sea Change," a science fiction reimagining of The Little Mermaid that explores cutting-edge genetic technologies. By incorporating real scientific concepts like CRISPR gene editing, Fletcher creates a compelling narrative that asks profound questions about human potential and ethical boundaries. Both authors share a common mission: sparking curiosity in young minds. They argue that education should be about process, not just results, and that storytelling is a powerful tool for helping children understand complex scientific concepts. Martha emphasizes how emotions and rational thinking are deeply interconnected, while Susan explores how emerging technologies might reshape human experiences. The conversation touches on broader themes of environmental awareness, technological innovation, and the importance of nurturing children's natural sense of wonder. From discussing ocean ecosystems to potential human genetic modifications, these authors demonstrate how non-fiction and speculative fiction can inspire the next generation of thinkers and explorers. Listeners will come away with a renewed appreciation for science, storytelling, and the incredible potential of young minds. Whether you're a parent, educator, or simply curious about the world, this episode offers fascinating insights into how we can engage children with the magic of scientific discovery. Click here to visit our website – www.ReadingWithYourKids.com Follow Us On Social Media Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/readingwithyourkids Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/readingwithyourkids/ X - https://x.com/jedliemagic LinkedIn - https://www.linkedin.com/company/reading-with-your-kids-podcast/ Please consider leaving a review of this episode and the podcast on whatever app you are listening on, it really helps!

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Special Episode: Plumes of DesireThis special Episode is a Shadowrun Radio play written by Jack the player of Toyger.With thanks to Adam B! of Dragons Greed Gaming Podcast for lending his voice to the project.Please don't listen to this while driving… EPISODE SYNOPSIS:Plumes of Desire is the number 4 rated, cross meta, queer, murder mystery, fantasy, sci-fi, political drama, time travel, horticultural guide, R rated, tellenovela shown at 0100 EST and has been for over 17 weeks, come join our ever expanding cast of characters as they adventure through the realms of love and mystery as the big wide mothman infested world invades the small quaint town of ‘inserteel nombre de la ciudad aquí'.Will Raul and Hectors romance survive the predations of the vengeful ghost of Pedro El Villano, will Rubi ever find a foundation to match her constantly changing skin tone, and will love croc 9000 ever truly have a human soul?Join us and discover" OUR LIVING CAMPAIGN MAPOUR SOCIAL MEDIA LINKS: EDITED BY:Rhydian Jones ARTWORK BY:Fnic SUBMITTING LOCATIONS AND DISTRICTS FOR NEW YORK 2072 MAP:Any Submissions for new lore for existing districts or new locations, gangs or anything similar can be sent to b.team.shadowrun@gmail.com, with the subject “New Map Lore” or alternatively submitted to the dedicated channel on our discord found at: https://discord.com/invite/QB4FwXvrC4⁠  MUSIC CREDITS:Intro - https://audiohero.com/ - Bach Concerto for Two Violins in D MinorOutro – Neon Thrills by LukHashBackground Music by https://audiohero.com/Post Credit music: mel unfiltered - https://www.youtube.com/@melunfiltered SOUND EFFECTS CREDITS:All Sounds from freesound.org unless otherwise noted.CREATOR - FILE NAMEsagetyrtle - crash.wavleonelmail - Aggressive Clatter 01jorickhoofd - Metal fence clatteringiainmccurdy - Screeching TyresFFKoenigsegg20012017 - Audi V8 Acceleration Soundbcginn - Alarm Clock.wavParadoxxxical - Impatiently_Knocking_Hardwood_Door_1_Para.mp3serøtōnin - AK-47 assault rifle being cocked 3xB.Harkins - Nails Typing on Keyboard.wavAnnyew - Complete/obtained soundRolleAndersson - handling furniture.wavstrangehorizon - electronic_lock.wavAlaskaRobotics - 2000 Hz beepssoundbyter.com - www.soundbyter.com_LockingDoor1.wavInspectorJ - Door, Front, Opening, A.wavserøtōnin - Browning Hi-Power handgun being cocked 5xTonsil5 - Male Scream 3killpineapple - bagOffHead.mp3jmmcdona04 - Face SlapDerplayer - PistolfireuntilemptyTonsil5 - Male Scream 3daveincamas - 20061111NailGun.wavGreub - Electroshock Weapon.wavrobinhood76 - big fire loopderplayer - explosion_long_01.wavFFKoenigsegg20012017 - Audi V8 Acceleration Soundiainmccurdy - Screeching TyresDCPoke - Car Door Open and Close 02.wavdaveincamas - 20061111NailGun.wavGreub - Electroshock Weapon.wavhenrique85n - Start Engine.wavCGEffex - Dodge Caravan sliding door.wavFFKoenigsegg20012017 - Audi V8 Acceleration Soundiainmccurdy - Screeching TyresMrAuralization - FM radio tuning

65 -Evènementiel et culture du 30/06 au 7/7/2025 (détails dans podcast) 5° Festival « L'Offrande Musicale » du 29/6 au 11/7 https://loffrandemusicale.fr/programme-2025/- 30/6 au Parvis à 20h Insula Orchestra, Laurence EQUILBEY et David FRAY- 2/7 Abbaye de l'Escaladieu, à 18h15 conférence, 20h Requiem de Fauré, Ensemble la Sportelle et Thierry ESCAICH- 3/7 Château Montus,17h30 rencontre parrain édition et conférence 20h concert avec Yaron HERMANN- 4/7 Cité St Pierre Lourdes, 18h15 conférence, 20h Orchestre National de France, Daniel LOZAKOVICH, David FRAY, Daniel MÜLLER-SCHOTT- 5/7 Abbaye de l'Escaladieu, après-midi Musique Française, a/c de 15h- 6/7, salle Leo Lagrange Séméac « Sorcellerie pour 2 pianos » avec Philippe BEAU- 7/7 Mairie Tarbes à 17h30 « Rencontres de l'OM Arts et handicap », 20h Th. Des Nouveautés Felix KLIESER et Claire HUANGCILa culture aux jardins du 28/6 au 27/7 au Jardin Massey :- 5/7 à 16h « « Transmissions » au Théâtre de verdure- 6/7 à 15h « A cœur Joie » et à 16h Happy Brass et Happy QuintetBicentenaire du Braille (Association Valentin Haüy)- Exposition du 1 au 4/7 au Pari de 14 à 19h tt publicRencontres auteurs- 5/7 Jean-Luc KEREBEL de 10h à 12h30, « Auprès de Pyrène »Bagnères de Bigorre- 5/7 Agnès BROWN de 10h à 13h « Plumes et bulles » Bagnères et de 14h30 à 18h Espace culturel, rue Mal Foch TarbesLivre Pyrénéen d'Aure et de Sobrarbe :Randonnée botanique et aquarelle le 3/7 dans le vallon du Hourquet, rdv 9h O.T St LaryFestival de l'Eau à Capvern : spectacle Merveille des Eaux le 5/7 à 23hFestival du Lien le 6/7 de 10h à 22h au tiers-lieu Le LienAutres manifestations dans podcastDanse :« Des Danses et des luttes » DANS6T le 4/7 à 18h, Ferme Campagnolle LaloubèreFestival MOVADANCE (DANS6T) 5 et 6/7, Espace Robert Hossein Lourdes« Carnaval » Happy Form le 5/7, Halle aux Grains Bagnères“Jump around, ça Cartoon !” le 5/7 à 20h30 CAC de Séméac« Entre Cour et Jardin » le 2/7, 20h, Par des expositions TarbesThéâtre : voir podcastConcerts : dans podcastCinéma : « Fête du cinéma » du 29/6 au 2/7, 5 €/placeAutres séances podcastExpositions dans podcastHébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Roger Marsh chatted with Gerard Freeman from the band The Book Of Revelations recently, after their performance at Winter’s End. The band have recently released their second album ‘Olympus Mons’, the follow up to 2023’s ‘The Plumes of Enceladus’. Also included are the following tracks: P and/or A (from ‘The Plumes of Enceladus’) Safe as […]

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On reçoit des chiots qui viennent du Domaine de Léogane à Hautefontaine dans l'Oise. Une surprise puisqu'ils seront accompagnés de Loris Assadian alias Plumes, l'homme qui chante aux oreilles des animaux.Tous les samedis à 20h sur France 5, Aurélie Casse et son équipe reçoivent les artistes et les personnalités qui marquent l'actualité.

Nos invités de C l'hebdo, la suite du samedi 14 juin 2025: Spéciale animaux : On reçoit deux célébrités amoureuses des animaux Raphaël Mezrahi et Corinne Touzet, L'éthologue Sarah Jeannin répond à toutes les questions que vous vous posez sur vos animaux domestiques. On accueille enfin Plumes, l'homme qui chante aux oreilles des animaux.Tous les samedi à 20h sur France 5, Aurélie Casse et toute son équipe accueillent les personnalités et artistes qui font l'actualité.

durée : 00:20:48 - En cuisine avec Franck Daumas - À Livron-sur-Drôme, Vincent Fillit élève cailles, faisans et perdreaux en plein air. À la ferme de Domazane, la tradition se mêle à la passion, pour redonner ses lettres de noblesse au gibier à plumes. Visite en chair et en os, avec dégustation à la clé...(bien sûr)

Poète-slameuse malgache, Na Hassi vient de publier son premier roman. Dans Deux cœurs dans mon corps, elle y raconte l'histoire de Marao, une jeune femme née d'une mère encore adolescente et qui va être élevée par sa grand-mère. Une histoire poignante de non-dits, de transmission et de reconstruction. Son premier roman, Na Hassi a choisi de le dédier «à ces enfants qui ont du mal à se construire parce qu'ils sont nés sur les ruines de leurs parents.» Ce roman, c'est Deux cœurs dans mon corps, l'histoire de Marao. Un nom qui veut dire justement «enfant» dans le dialecte du sud-est de Madagascar. J'ai grandi, raconte Marao, dans un ventre qui n'a pas voulu de moi. Une enfant non désirée comme on dit. Pire : l'enfant d'un viol. C'est un magnifique premier roman, signé d'une plume malgache qui manie la poésie et le slam qui s'exprime avec délicatesse, mais sans tabou. Nous recevrons aussi Dominique Ranaivoson pour La Poésie de Madagascar, anthologie de la poésie francophone de l'île publié chez Seghers. Na Hassi et Dominique Ranaivoson sont les invitées de Sur le pont des arts. Deux cœurs dans mon corps a paru aux éditions Project'îles.   Au programme de l'émission : ►Chronique les librairies du monde Souleymane Gueye de la librairie Plumes du Monde à Dakar, nous fait découvrir Transhumances de l'auteur Bilguissa Diallo.   ► Playlist du jour - Chilla - Le goût de la solitude - Gaël Faye - Petit pays - Damily et le Toliara Tsapiky - Zao lehireo

Poète-slameuse malgache, Na Hassi vient de publier son premier roman. Dans Deux cœurs dans mon corps, elle y raconte l'histoire de Marao, une jeune femme née d'une mère encore adolescente et qui va être élevée par sa grand-mère. Une histoire poignante de non-dits, de transmission et de reconstruction. Son premier roman, Na Hassi a choisi de le dédier «à ces enfants qui ont du mal à se construire parce qu'ils sont nés sur les ruines de leurs parents.» Ce roman, c'est Deux cœurs dans mon corps, l'histoire de Marao. Un nom qui veut dire justement «enfant» dans le dialecte du sud-est de Madagascar. J'ai grandi, raconte Marao, dans un ventre qui n'a pas voulu de moi. Une enfant non désirée comme on dit. Pire : l'enfant d'un viol. C'est un magnifique premier roman, signé d'une plume malgache qui manie la poésie et le slam qui s'exprime avec délicatesse, mais sans tabou. Nous recevrons aussi Dominique Ranaivoson pour La Poésie de Madagascar, anthologie de la poésie francophone de l'île publié chez Seghers. Na Hassi et Dominique Ranaivoson sont les invitées de Sur le pont des arts. Deux cœurs dans mon corps a paru aux éditions Project'îles.   Au programme de l'émission : ►Chronique les librairies du monde Souleymane Gueye de la librairie Plumes du Monde à Dakar, nous fait découvrir Transhumances de l'auteur Bilguissa Diallo.   ► Playlist du jour - Chilla - Le goût de la solitude - Gaël Faye - Petit pays - Damily et le Toliara Tsapiky - Zao lehireo

Interview réalisée au studio de la radio de l'UTL par Eliane Pérus.Colette CURDI, coprésidente et Viviane PLATET, membre de l'association Les Amis de St Sever de Rustan nous présentent leur association  qui a plus de 50 ans d'existence et la 3° édition du Festival "Plumes et pinceaux" qui se déroulera les 14 et 15 juin 2025 à St Sever de Rustan.Cette manifestation réunit l'écriture et les arts plastiques. La thématique choisie cette année est celle de l'eau.Au programme :- des expositions de travaux d'élèves et d'artistes (peintures, sculptures, photographies) toutes en lien avec la thématique, elles seront visibles jusqu'au 30 août- un semi-marathon "Ecrits au fil de l'eau" le 14 juin de 14h à 18h en extérieur en français et en gascon- un semi-marathon "Nuit de l'écrit" du samedi 14 juin à 22h au dimanche 15 juin à 2h  en l'Abbaye en français et Gascon- animation musicale à 18h30 dans la cour du cloître avec le groupe Balensoirs - conférence le 15 juin à 15h30 par Cécile ARGENTIN de France Nature Environnement- à 18h le 15 juin concert de PrimaëlExtraits musicaux que vous entendrez durant le podcast:1/ “La mer” de Charles TRENET2/ "L'eau vive" de Guy BEART3/ “Bridge over the troubled water” Simon et GarfunkelConsultez la page des PODCASTS de l'UTL-TB : https://www.utl-tb.info/page/2238064-rubriques-radioHébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

L'émission 28 minutes du 23/05/2025 Ce vendredi, Renaud Dély décrypte l'actualité en compagnie de nos clubistes : l'historien Pascal Blanchard, Sylvie Brunel, géographe et écrivaine, Nathan Devers, écrivain et philosophe et la dessinatrice de presse Coco.Proche-Orient : l'Europe prise entre deux feux ?Un match diplomatique intense s'est joué cette semaine. Face à l'opération israélienne "Chariots de Gédéon", couplée au blocus humanitaire et à la volonté d'occuper la bande de Gaza, l'Union européenne a annoncé mardi 20 mai réexaminer l'accord d'association qui la lie à Israël. La brouille diplomatique s'est rapidement amplifiée : le lendemain, des soldats israéliens ont tiré en direction de diplomates européens en déplacement dans le camp de réfugiés de Jénine, en Cisjordanie. Des tirs qui n'ont fait aucun blessé, mais qui ont provoqué une condamnation unanime de la part des chancelleries européennes. Jeudi 22 mai, deux employés de l'ambassade israélienne ont été assassinés par balle à Washington. Les condamnations de cet acte antisémite ont été nombreuses. Israël maintient toutefois son point du vue sur l'Europe et parle "d'incitation à la haine", en référence à leur durcissement diplomatique face à l'État hébreu. Des propos jugés "outranciers" par Christophe Lemoine, porte-parole du ministère des Affaires étrangères, qui témoignent de la difficulté du dialogue entre Israël et les Européens. Islamisme en France : danger réel ou fantasme ?Mardi 20 mai, "Le Figaro" a révélé un rapport très attendu sur l'influence des Frères musulmans en France. Depuis plusieurs mois déjà, le ministre de l'Intérieur Bruno Retailleau dévoilait des informations sur ce rapport qu'il juge "accablant", et s'est emparé du sujet en publiant un "Manifeste contre l'islamisme" à la fin du mois d'avril. Le rapport de 78 pages fait état de 139 lieux de culte liés à des milieux fréristes, sur les 2 600 que compte la France. Il provoque des dissensions tous azimuts, y compris sur sa méthodologie, qui divise les scientifiques, ainsi que sur sa réception et son instrumentalisation. Il a engendré de vives réactions politiques : Gabriel Attal a, par exemple, annoncé vouloir interdire le voile dans l'espace public pour les mineures de moins de 15 ans. L'islamisme en France est-il un danger ou un fantasme ? Nous recevons Plumes, un musicien atypique. Accompagné de sa très reconnaissable guitare rose, Plumes chante depuis 3 ans pour un public bien particulier : les animaux. Et ces derniers sont loin d'être insensibles aux mélodies du musicien. Le milliardaire Pierre-Édouard Stérin a esquivé pour la troisième fois sa convocation par la commission d'enquête parlementaire sur l'organisation des élections en France. Sa présence y était réclamée en raison de son engagement au profit de l'extrême droite, notamment avec le réseau "Périclès" (acronyme de Patriotes Enracinés Résistants Identitaires Chrétiens Libéraux Européens Souverainistes). Son absence a provoqué l'ire de Yaël Braun-Pivet, présidente de l'Assemblée nationale, qui l'a interpellé sur le réseau social X : "Respectez vos obligations, respectez l'Assemblée nationale et son travail de contrôle, respectez les Français".  C'est le duel de la semaine de Frédéric Says. Donald Trump ne cache pas son amour pour l'or. Il y avait eu la "gold card", présentée en avril. Place désormais au "golden dome", pour protéger les États-Unis. Un choix lexical qui reflète le goût prononcé du président américain pour ce précieux métal. C'est le Point Com de Paola Puerari. Le 21 avril, l'école pour enfants défavorisés The Primary School a annoncé qu'elle fermerait ses portes en 2026. L'établissement, situé a East Palo Alto en Californie, était l'œuvre philanthropique de Mark Zuckerberg, le richissime patron de Meta, et de sa femme Priscilla Chan. Un revirement qui intervient quelques mois après que Mark Zuckerberg s'est rangé derrière Donald Trump, et laisse 400 familles sur le carreau. C'est l'histoire de la semaine de Claude Askolovitch. Enfin, ne manquez pas la Une internationale sur l'annonce du cancer de Joe Biden ; les photos de la semaine soigneusement sélectionnées par nos invités, ainsi que la Dérive des continents de Benoît Forgeard !28 minutes est le magazine d'actualité d'ARTE, présenté par Élisabeth Quin du lundi au jeudi à 20h05. Renaud Dély est aux commandes de l'émission le vendredi et le samedi. Ce podcast est coproduit par KM et ARTE Radio. Enregistrement 23 mai 2025 Présentation Renaud Dély Production KM, ARTE Radio

Entre Bénin et Côte d'Ivoire, entre littérature et peinture, on explore aujourd'hui les questions de mémoire et de transmission. Avec d'abord les profondeurs du temps. Des toiles signées de l'un des artistes les plus prometteurs du Bénin, Youss Atacora qui, pour aller au bout de sa passion de la peinture, a dû quitter la région de Djougou où il est né et échapper à sa destinée d'héritier de la lignée royale des Atakora. Son exposition Les profondeurs du temps est à voir en ce moment à Paris à la ​​​​​​​galerie Vallois jusqu'au 31 mai 2025.Elle a hérité du prénom d'une grand-mère, elle s'appelle Alma et elle est au cœur du dernier récit de ​​​​​​​Fantah Touré. Deux Alma, qui vient de paraître chez ​​​​​​​Présence africaine, est un dialogue entre deux générations, deux époques, une réflexion aussi sur ce que les familles peuvent garder sous silence. Des non-dits qui pèsent sur l'équilibre de chacun.Youss Atacora et Fantah Touré sont les invités de Sur le pont des arts. Au programme de l'émission :► ReportageLe ​​​​​​​Baile Charme de Madureira est une soirée dansante de la zone nord de ​​​​​​​Rio de Janeiro, inscrite au patrimoine immatériel de la ville. Loin de la samba, de la bossa nova et même du ​​​​​​​carnaval, c'est un événement central pour la culture noire de la ville, dans un quartier populaire, loin des régions touristiques. ​​​​​​​Sarah Cozzolino a assisté à une de ces soirées qui se tient tous les samedis, depuis 35 ans, où près de 5 000 personnes viennent danser en chorégraphie.► Chronique Librairies du mondeSouleymane Gueye de la librairie Plumes du Monde à Dakar nous parle d'un roman policier intitulé Tout va bien se passer (éditions Métailié) de Leye Adenle, un jeune auteur nigérian qui écrit en anglais. Son roman vient d'être traduit en français.► Playlist du jour​​Your Grandparents – All Dem TimesKutu, Pongo – Namuna

Entre Bénin et Côte d'Ivoire, entre littérature et peinture, on explore aujourd'hui les questions de mémoire et de transmission. Avec d'abord les profondeurs du temps. Des toiles signées de l'un des artistes les plus prometteurs du Bénin, Youss Atacora qui, pour aller au bout de sa passion de la peinture, a dû quitter la région de Djougou où il est né et échapper à sa destinée d'héritier de la lignée royale des Atakora. Son exposition Les profondeurs du temps est à voir en ce moment à Paris à la ​​​​​​​galerie Vallois jusqu'au 31 mai 2025.Elle a hérité du prénom d'une grand-mère, elle s'appelle Alma et elle est au cœur du dernier récit de ​​​​​​​Fantah Touré. Deux Alma, qui vient de paraître chez ​​​​​​​Présence africaine, est un dialogue entre deux générations, deux époques, une réflexion aussi sur ce que les familles peuvent garder sous silence. Des non-dits qui pèsent sur l'équilibre de chacun.Youss Atacora et Fantah Touré sont les invités de Sur le pont des arts. Au programme de l'émission :► ReportageLe ​​​​​​​Baile Charme de Madureira est une soirée dansante de la zone nord de ​​​​​​​Rio de Janeiro, inscrite au patrimoine immatériel de la ville. Loin de la samba, de la bossa nova et même du ​​​​​​​carnaval, c'est un événement central pour la culture noire de la ville, dans un quartier populaire, loin des régions touristiques. ​​​​​​​Sarah Cozzolino a assisté à une de ces soirées qui se tient tous les samedis, depuis 35 ans, où près de 5 000 personnes viennent danser en chorégraphie.► Chronique Librairies du mondeSouleymane Gueye de la librairie Plumes du Monde à Dakar nous parle d'un roman policier intitulé Tout va bien se passer (éditions Métailié) de Leye Adenle, un jeune auteur nigérian qui écrit en anglais. Son roman vient d'être traduit en français.► Playlist du jour​​Your Grandparents – All Dem TimesKutu, Pongo – Namuna

En Guinée, le secteur de l'édition reste fragile. Le pays compte une quinzaine de maisons d'édition mais en réalité, peu d'entre elles publient de manière régulière. La faiblesse du lectorat et le contexte économique constitue des freins. Les coûts de fabrication sont élevés et le livre neuf trop cher pour une grande partie des Guinéens. Les éditeurs réclament une politique publique plus volontariste pour le développement du secteur. Entre deux stands des « 72 heures du livre », le salon littéraire annuel de Conakry, Ousmane Soumaré décrit une fragile économie du livre. « Pour avoir une viabilité économique, nous faisons de l'impression à la demande afin de ne pas investir trop d'argent dans un ouvrage qui ne va pas s'acheter, explique le directeur de la jeune maison d'édition Plumes inspirées. Et nous faisons de l'édition à compte d'auteur, où une certaine quantité d'ouvrages sont achetés par l'auteur à l'avance et nous lui faisons une remise sur ces ouvrages, ce qui permet aux deux parties de s'en sortir financièrement. »Ratifier les accords internationauxAliou Sow dirige Ganndal, une maison d'édition de livres jeunesse, une des mieux installées dans le paysage éditorial guinéen. Également président de l'Association des éditeurs de Guinée, il réclame la ratification de l'Accord de Florence (1950) et du Protocole de Nairobi (1976), pour favoriser la libre circulation des biens culturels et faire baisser le coût de l'encre ou du papier.« Faciliter l'entrée des livres à l'importation et à l'exportation et faciliter la détaxation de l'importation des intrants à la fabrication, ce seraient les deux mesures les plus importantes qu'il faudrait envisager à travers l'adhésion à ces traités internationaux et leur application dans le contexte local, plaide l'éditeur. En attendant qu'une vraie politique nationale du livre et de la lecture puisse être formulée, adoptée et mise en marche dans le pays. »Première édition du prix des LycéensEn attendant, l'État mise sur les prix littéraires. Cette année fut la première édition du prix des Lycéens, organisé par le Celpac, le Centre de lecture publique et d'animation culturelle. L'objectif premier est de vulgariser et de populariser la lecture, en particulier auprès des jeunes. Le second est d'aider les maisons d'édition à vendre.« Vous voyez déjà auprès des lycéens, lorsqu'on dit que le livre de Mabéty [Soumah] Sens interdit est lauréat du prix des Lycéens, non seulement, à travers ce prix, les maisons d'édition ont de la visibilité, mais ça va aussi booster leur vente », prédit Bernard Beavogui, directeur général du Celpac. Et en effet, sur le salon, plusieurs lecteurs réclament le roman de Mabéty Soumah au stand des éditions Ganndal.À lire aussiSalon du livre africain: des auteurs en auto-édition plus nombreux lors de la troisième édition

François Turrian nous parle des oiseaux, des oiseaux et encore des oiseaux. On ne s'en lasse pas !

Le T. Rex, ce vieux croqueur qu'on croyait connaître, a encore bien des secrets à livrer ! Plumes, lèvres, petits bras mystérieux… Dans cet épisode, on dépoussière les clichés hérités de la pop culture et du film culte « Jurassic Park », en compagnie de Joël Ignasse, auteur de « Sur les traces du nouveau T-Rex ». Entre rugissements, cannibalisme et îles perdues, accrochez-vous : le roi des dinosaures n'a pas fini de nous surprendre.

Ecoutez L'édito d'Etienne Gernelle du 23 avril 2025.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

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Brian, Blake, and Richard are back for Episode 553 of the Chasing Tone Podcast - The state of the pedal industry in 2025 and are guitars getting more expensive?  Blake has another special hat and Richard has Black Sabbath FOMO before making some eggs-asperatingly poor jokes and discussing coffee. Josh Scott of JHS has written a great substack article about the state of the pedal industry and Richard misses the point as he shows off his ink pens. The guys then talk about the article and the guys chat about how they see the state of the market currently. Richard predicts that the prices of guitars are gong to climb up and Brian struggles to stay awake so starts to look at the all new cast iron Plumes and Blumes. JHS have released an Oil Can delay too and Richard learns about the original mechanical unit and his mind is audibly blown.  Richard also causes Brian to foam at the mouth before discussing what he thinks the future for aging podcasters may be. Brian confesses to some incredibly bizarre nocturnal activities and Richard attempts to use science before Blake gets into a fight. Does the perfect guitar neck exist? The guys asks the question and then some bizarre other questions. The BOSS Katana go went but is now back...Richard's private stash, Cast Iron Pedals, The Wampler Egg Carton Delay, Brian Setzer, Gentleman's relish...it's all in this week's Chasing Tone!We are on Patreon now too!Support the show (https://www.patreon.com/chasingtonepodcast)Awesome Course, Merch and DIY mods:https://www.guitarpedalcourse.com/https://www.wamplerdiy.com/Find us at:https://www.wamplerpedals.com/https://www.instagram.com/WamplerPedals/https://www.facebook.com/groups/wamplerfanpage/Youtube:https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCdVrg4Wl3vjIxonABn6RfWwContact us at: podcast@wamplerpedals.comSupport the show

Vendredi, samedi et dimanche dans Europe 1 Soir Week-end, Pascale de La Tour du Pin reçoit un invité au cœur de l'actualité politique.

Comment devient-on magnétiseur ? Faut-il trancher entre savoir et croyance ? Où commence et où s'arrête le magnétisme ? Les méthodes d'évaluation des thérapies complémentaires doivent-elles évoluer ? Quelle est l'histoire du magnétisme ? Pour répondre ou parfois mesurer la difficulté de répondre à ces questions, je reçois l'autrice de ce livre exigeant, rigoureux et passionnant, Fanny Charrasse, sociologue, post-doctorante à l'université Saint-Louis à Bruxelles."Comment un commandant de police, une responsable qualité et un éducateur sportif en viennent-ils à quitter leur emploi pour devenir magnétiseurs ? Pourquoi le magnétisme, assimilé à une " vieille erreur " par les scientifiques désignés par Louis XVI pour en faire l'examen à la veille de la Révolution, est-il de mieux en mieux toléré aujourd'hui ? L'ambition de ce livre est de comprendre et d'expliquer sociologiquement ce phénomène. Pour ce faire, il présente les histoires de vie de personnes devenues magnétiseuses. Il décrit concrètement leur pratique qui mobilise de l'énergie et parfois des esprits. Grâce à une plongée dans cinquante ans d'archives, il revient ensuite sur les poursuites qu'ont subies les magnétiseurs jusque dans les années 1980 pour exercice illégal de la médecine, et sur la façon dont ils y ont répondu. Enfin, à travers des entretiens avec des médecins, des membres du ministère de la Santé et des observations en oncologie-radiothérapie, il analyse la place que tient aujourd'hui le magnétisme dans la société française.Revenant sur une autre enquête, réalisée auprès de chamanes de la côte nord péruvienne, la fin de l'ouvrage montre que s'intéresser à des pratiques magiques suppose d'étudier leur conversion (partielle) au " naturalisme ", cette ontologie des " Modernes " dont l'avènement a donné lieu à l'émergence de l'opposition entre la nature et la culture. Cela oblige à en décrire la métamorphose : la manière dont le naturalisme est en train de devenir plus " réflexif ", c'est-à-dire conscient de lui-même et ouvert à d'autres ontologies."Le retour du monde magique. Magnétisme et paradoxes de la modernité. de Fanny Charrasse.Éditeur : Les Empêcheurs de penser en rond / La DécouverteAcheter le livre Le retour du monde magique. Magnétisme et paradoxes de la modernité. sur le site des librairies indépendantes.Écouter aussi : l'interview de Fanny Charrasse sur So Sweet Planet pour un autre formidable livre, un conte musical initiatique dans les forêts primaires d'Amazonie : Plumes, poils, écailles. Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

Steve Futterman, US-based journalist updates us as as a major fire forces tens of thousands of Califorians from their homes.

Die kleine Fee Plume soll ihren Vater suchen und begibt sie sich auf eine abenteuerliche Reise mit wundersamen Begegnungen.

Pour former un nouveau gouvernement, Emmanuel Macron a réuni, ce mardi après-midi,  toutes les forces politiques, sauf LFI et le RN. Pour Ruth Elkrief, si le Rassemblement National n'est pas invité à la table du Président, c'était une forme de réaction à la censure. Selon elle, le chef de l'État ne veut plus compter sur Marine Le Pen. En décidant de censurer, le RN perd donc des plumes". Ruth Elkrief présente des signaux montrant que le RN a perdu des points auprès d'un certain nombre d'électeurs. Brian Thompson, directeur général de UnitedHealthCare, numéro un de l'assurance santé américain, a été froidement assassiné, il y a cinq jours, en plein cœur de New York. L'entreprise a profité considérablement de l'Obamacare car elle a été valorisée à plus de 500 milliards de dollars en Bourse, en 2023. Un suspect, Luigi Mangione, a été arrêté lundi dans le nord-est des États-Unis. François Lenglet rappelle qu'il s'agit d'un meurtre politique. Il a martelé aussi le fait que les réseaux sociaux s'enflamment pour le destin de ce jeune homme qui devient une sorte de héros, que cette réforme du système de santé s'est faite au principal profit des assureurs. On dit que le procès, c'est la seule échéance qui pourrait écarter Benyamin Netanyahou du pouvoir. Et enfin, depuis ce mardi matin, devant le tribunal de Tel-Aviv, il est le premier chef du gouvernement israélien en exercice à être jugé au pénal. Le Premier ministre israélien est poursuivi pour corruption, fraude et abus de confiance dans trois affaires différentes pour lesquelles il est inculpé depuis 2020. Abnousse Shalmani rappelle que cela fait huit ans que Benyamin Netanyahou essaie d'éviter ce procès. Elle trouve formidable qu'il se tienne. Ce qui prouve, pour elle, que la justice est encore indépendante en Israël. Du lundi au vendredi, à partir de 18h, David Pujadas apporte toute son expertise pour analyser l'actualité du jour avec pédagogie.

Originally aired on October 31, 2024: Moscow experiences a poo-geyser, possibly brought on by hackers, dumping crap all over the city. Plus, we've got a lot of haunted spots in Minnesota and about half of them are right near Steve's place, and Sam Ekstrom on the Vikings changes against Joe Flacco. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Reports are pouring in today that thousands of communication devices have exploded in Lebanon and Syria. We will have more on this story later in today's TruNews. We will begin, however, with a report of a massive explosion inside Russia. London's Telegraph reported that a Ukrainian drone blew up a Russian ammunition depot and the blast was so powerful that it triggered seismic activity measuring 2.8 points on the Richter scale. Plumes of smoke rising from the fires were so large that they could be seen from space. Rick Wiles, Doc Burkhart. Airdate 09/18/2024Join the leading community for Conservative Christians! https://www.FaithandValues.comYou can partner with us by visiting https://www.TruNews.com/donate, calling 1-800-576-2116, or by mail at PO Box 399 Vero Beach, FL 32961.Get high-quality emergency preparedness food today from American Reserves!https://www.AmericanReserves.com             It's the Final Day! The day Jesus Christ bursts into our dimension of time, space, and matter. Now available in eBook and audio formats! Order Final Day from Amazon today!https://www.amazon.com/Final-Day-Characteristics-Second-Coming/dp/0578260816/Apple users, you can download the audio version on Apple Books!https://books.apple.com/us/audiobook/final-day-10-characteristics-of-the-second-coming/id1687129858Purchase the 4-part DVD set or start streaming Sacrificing Liberty today.https://www.sacrificingliberty.com/watchThe Fauci Elf is a hilarious gift guaranteed to make your friends laugh! Order yours today!https://tru.news/faucielf

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Nous sommes le 25 novembre 1978. Dans « Le Figaro magazine », le journaliste Jean Chalon écrit : « Si Jean Genet avait épousé Violette Leduc, il aurait pu naître de l'union de « Notre-Dame des Fleurs » avec « La bâtarde » des rejetons tel que Conrad Detrez qui, dans « L'Herbe à brûler », fait preuve des mêmes qualités de franchise farouche et de fureur baroque que ses illustres parents. » Quelques jours plus tard, le 2 décembre 1978, dans « L'Express », sous le titre « Un Renaudot de tempérament », le critique littéraire Mathieu Galey apporte sa contribution : « Si Julien Green avait quarante ans de moins, si Régis Debray était belge et si l'on pouvait mélanger ces deux personnes imaginaires, on inventerait Conrad Detrez. » Cette année-là, alors que Patrick Modiano décroche le Goncourt pour « Rue des boutiques obscures » et Georges Perec, le Médicis, pour « La Vie mode d'emploi », Conrad Detrez donc se voit octroyer l'autre récompense littéraire prestigieuse : le Renaudot. L'écrivain belge, déjà auteur, à l'époque, de « Ludo » et des « Plumes du coq » dans lesquels il évoque, de manière très libre, son parcours de jeune homme ayant renoncé à la prêtrise, de militant pour la révolution en Amérique latine et d'homosexuel, a connu une postérité moins affirmée que celle de ses collègues primés. Revenons sur un parcours fulgurant … Avec nous : Clément Dessy, chercheur qualifié F.R.S.-FNRS et maître d'enseignement à l'Université libre de Bruxelles, où il enseigne la littérature belge, française et comparée. Il signe la postface des rééditions des œuvres de Conrad Detrez chez Espace Nord. Sujets traités : Conrad Detrez, Jean Genet, Violette Leduc, Régis Debray, Mathieu Galey, Julien Green, Patrick Modiano , Prix Goncourt , écrivain, littérature, auteur Merci pour votre écoute Un Jour dans l'Histoire, c'est également en direct tous les jours de la semaine de 13h15 à 14h30 sur www.rtbf.be/lapremiere Retrouvez tous les épisodes d'Un Jour dans l'Histoire sur notre plateforme Auvio.be : https://auvio.rtbf.be/emission/5936 Et si vous avez apprécié ce podcast, n'hésitez pas à nous donner des étoiles ou des commentaires, cela nous aide à le faire connaître plus largement.

Tommy Flying Solo Should Tommy Buy A Chopper? What Olympic Event Is Snoop Dogg Commentating? Music Quiz - Carrie: Olympics 86 Year Old Looking For Love Passing Away Doing The Do GUEST: Drew Barrymore Ozzy Apologises To Britney Crushing Lemons For Hard RatedSubscribe on LiSTNR: https://play.listnr.com/podcasts/carrie-and-tommySee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Join us for SpaceTime Series 27 Episode 65, where we uncover the latest cosmic revelations and scientific advancements.First, we delve into the intriguing new features discovered in high-resolution images of Jupiter's icy moon Europa. Captured by NASA's Juno spacecraft, these images reveal signs of plume activity and ice shell disruption, providing clues about the moon's subsurface ocean and its potential to support life.Next, we explore a groundbreaking model explaining the formation of free-floating planets. Recent findings suggest that gravitational perturbations in dense star clusters could eject giant planets, leading them to orbit each other as they drift through interstellar space.Finally, we report on NASA's Perseverance rover, which has collected its 24th rock sample on Mars. This new sample, rich in carbonate and silica, holds promise for understanding the Red Planet's ancient habitability and potential signs of past life.00:00 This is SpaceTime Series 27, Episode 65, for broadcast on 29 May 202400:44 New features discovered in high-resolution images of Jupiter's icy moon Europa09:18 A new model to explain the formation of free-floating planets16:09 NASA's Perseverance rover collects its 24th rock sample on Mars18:28 A new study warns that fish oil supplements have been associated with a 13% increased risk of developing atrial fibrillation26:05 SpaceTime is available every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday through various podcast providersSupport the show and access ad-free episodes at https://www.bitesz.com/show/spacetime/. Follow our cosmic conversations on X @stuartgary, Instagram, YouTube, and Facebook. Join us as we unravel the mysteries of the universe, one episode at a time.Sponsor OfferThis episode is proudly supported by NordPass. Secure your digital journey across the cosmos with a password manager you can trust. Find your stellar security solution at https://www.bitesz.com/nordpass.Listen to SpaceTime on your favorite podcast app including Apple Podcasts, Spotify, YouTube Music, or wherever you get your podcasts.Support SpaceTimeBecome a supporter of SpaceTime: https://www.bitesz.com/show/spacetime/support/www.bitesz.com

durée : 00:59:17 - Le Cours de l'histoire - par : Xavier Mauduit - Mexico à la fin du XVIIIe siècle, Madrid en 1832, Paris en 1878 et en 1892, Istanbul en 1910… Les grandes tueries de chiens se multiplient au cours du XIXe siècle. Quel sens donner à ces tueries, et que disent ces massacres des relations entre les humains et les animaux ? - invités : Arnaud Exbalin Maître de conférences à l'Université Paris-Nanterre, spécialiste du Mexique; Nicolas Baron Docteur en histoire contemporaine, chargé de cours à l'Université de Bretagne Occidentale; Valérie Hannin Directrice de la rédaction du magazine L'Histoire

durée : 00:59:03 - Le Cours de l'histoire - par : Xavier Mauduit - Des récoltes sauvages du miel à l'apparition de l'apiculture, partout où les abeilles furent présentes, leur miel fut exploité. À quoi ressemblaient les premières abeilles apprivoisées ? Comment cet insecte est-il devenu si proche des humains ? - invités : Martine Regert Archéologue; Julie Lafont Égyptologue

There's toxic gas flowing out of Enceladus that could be the key to life. Could there be black holes inside stars? NASA tight beams a cat video from space.

There's toxic gas flowing out of Enceladus that could be the key to life. Could there be black holes inside stars? NASA tight beams a cat video from space.