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A magician spins a black top hat to show their audience it's empty. Then, with the wave of a wand and a few magic words, PRESTO: a snow white rabbit pokes its ears over the brim. Compared to sawing a person in half, pulling a rabbit out of a hat is a joyful bit of magic that entertainers have been doing for more than 200 years. But after the applause dies down, one is left wondering: where did the rabbit come from? And where did it go? Today, in honor of the Easter Bunny (who doesn't actually appear in this episode), we're pulling a handful of rabbit stories out of our proverbial hat. But be warned: these are dark tales of disappearing pets, occult eugenicists, and animal sacrifice. The secrets behind some magic tricks are more shocking than others. Featuring Nicole Cardoza, Gwyne Henke, Suzanne Loui, Sally Master, Ana DiMaria, Tanya Singer, and Meg Crane. Produced by Nate Hegyi, Marina Henke, Kate Dario, and Justine Paradis. For full credits, photos, and transcript, visit outsideinradio.org. SUPPORTTo share your questions and feedback with Outside/In, call the show's hotline and leave us a voicemail. The number is 1-844-GO-OTTER. No question is too serious or too silly.Outside/In is made possible with listener support. Click here to become a sustaining member of Outside/In. Follow Outside/In on Instagram or join our private discussion group on Facebook. LINKSJoin us for NHPR's 3rd Annual Climate Summit! The theme is “Healthy Connections,” and we've got a great lineup of speakers and breakout sessions PLUS a trivia night. And the best part? It's all FREE. Learn more and register here. Check out this video of magician and storyteller Nicole Cardoza performing for a group in Chicago in 2024. You can check out Gwyne Henke's childhood rabbit poetry on our website. Tanya Singer reported on the history of Project Angora for Tablet. You can also learn more about Helena Weinrauch and her blue sweater here. Read more about the history of pregnancy testing in this paper on Egyptian grain method, rabbit tests, and more, and in A Woman's Right to Know by Jesse Olszynko-Gryn, available as a free ebook from MIT Press.The story of Meg Crane's Predictor test can also be found in the excellent Designing Motherhood, a book and exhibit on human reproduction through the lens of design.Pagan Kennedy's New York Times article, which prompted Meg Crane to start sharing her story—and Pagan's follow-up, which does include Meg.

Da decenni il dollaro domina l'economia e la finanza mondiale, un dominio incontrastato già solo per la mancanza di vere alternative. Eppure, dopo le ultime decisioni dell'Amministrazione Trump sui dazi doganali, qualcosa sembra cambiare sui mercati finanziari. Presto per dire se si tratta di qualcosa di temporaneo o di una tendenza, ma si registrano segnali di disaffezione verso il biglietto verde. Sul quanto è importante il dollaro, sul come influenza l'economia Svizzera e sulle possibili alternative come moneta di riferimento globale si discute a Modem con:Luisa Lambertini, rettrice USI e Professoressa di finanza internazionale Gianluigi Mandruzzato, economista di EFG Bank Marzio Minoli, della redazione economica del radiogiornale RSI

Nel weekend l'azienda dei trasporti Milanesi ha condiviso le informazioni relative ad un attacco informatico, vi raccontiamo cosa è successo. Notizie interessanti sull'ultimo iPhone, che è stato maltrattato in fase di lancio, ma in realtà gode di ottima salute. Molte novità in arrivo dal mondo Apple, una riguarda le mappe. Nel corso della puntata ci riferiamo agli orologi di Apple, ma il tema riguarda in realtà gli occhiali. Presto nuovi prodotti a marchio motorola, non sono solo smartphone. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Presto Charging is like Stripe for EV charging, providing a marketplace for EV fleet owners and EV charging networks via an app and API. They recently raised a $15 million seed round led by Union Square Ventures and included investments from Congruent Ventures, Jetstream, and Powerhouse Ventures.Ashwin is also a “papa to two feisty girls, weekend road bike cruiser, and photographer in hibernation.” Before Presto, he led the Vehicles and Electrification program at Uber. Here are 5 topics we covered in the podcast:1. Founding PrestoAshwin and co-founder JJ Rayner left Uber after facing the fragmented EV charging ecosystem firsthand. They created Presto to simplify access to public charging, turning a many-to-many problem into a one-to-many platform.2. Business Model & CustomersPresto serves B2B partners like Hertz, Avis, and Uber, offering a unified app and API for seamless EV charging. Their bottom-up approach won customer trust by delivering exceptional UX and fast support.3. Tech & ImpactPresto acts like "Stripe for EV charging," using data and machine learning to recommend reliable stations. Their system supports dynamic pricing and grid integration to drive long-term charging infrastructure growth.4. Founder JourneyAshwin encourages aspiring founders to “just do it,” with eyes wide open and a partner they trust. He stresses building in a sector you love, even if the leap from corporate life feels uncertain.5. Routines & ResourcesTo stay focused, Ashwin prioritizes recharge time with family and biking, emphasizing deliberate rest. He recommends books like Fall in Love with the Problem and Delivering Happiness for aspiring entrepreneurs.--

This is Episode No. 100 of “Music for a While.” To mark the occasion, Jay presents music associated with that number: 100. So, we can consider this a centennial celebration. Bach, “Darum wir billig loben dich,” from the Cantata BVW 130 Dvořák, Scherzo from Sonatina for Violin and Piano, Op. 100 Bach, “Er ist mein Licht, mein Leben,” from the Cantata BVW 100 Haydn, Presto, from Symphony No. 100 in G major, “Military” Beethoven, “Merkenstein” Prokofiev, Allegro marcato, from Symphony No. 5 Mozart, Serenade No. 1 in D Brahms, Sonata for Violin and Piano No. 2 in A major Schumann, “The Bride of Messina,” Overture in C minor Shostakovich, “Little Stars” from “Spanish Songs” arr. Vaughan Williams, “Old Hundredth Psalm”

Maracanà con Marco Piccari e Stefano Impallomeni. Ospiti: Rampulla:" Vlahovic deve fare ore di allenamento individuale." Orlando:" I giocatori hanno deciso il destino di Motta." Impallomeni:" Presto per scegliere Tudor meglio un allenatore più affidabile."

Maracanà con Marco Piccari e Stefano Impallomeni. Ospiti: Rampulla:" Vlahovic deve fare ore di allenamento individuale." Orlando:" I giocatori hanno deciso il destino di Motta." Impallomeni:" Presto per scegliere Tudor meglio un allenatore più affidabile."

Hi, Magical human. It's been a minute, actually over a year! I'm delighted to be back here with you and have been up to some slow and sweet restructuring to show up more sustainably. I hope you enjoy a little mini-episode as I slowly return to this space!You know how this story goes: light up your herb of choice or grab your selenite, wave it around, and PRESTO, the energy is clear. While this narrative is standard in many spiritual and magical spaces, it lacks the nuance and know-how to do much. Like so many practices, the art of energy clearing, or as I prefer to call it, energy tending, has suffered greatly at the hands of capitalism. By commodifying such a sacred practice, we've also lost its magic and subtlety. Join me in a mini-episode to explore the benefits of reframing energy clearing and what to do instead. Links mentioned: Read the full episode here: https://www.cassieuhl.com/blog/reframing-energy-clearingGet the Reframing Energy class solo here: https://www.cassieuhl.com/meditations-courses/p/radical-candle-magic-class-cassieuhl-ashleyleavy-za84m-edc6tGet the Reframing Energy class by joining the Craft Your Own Magic Membership here: https://www.cassieuhl.com/craft-your-own-magic-membershipGet the free Tending Intuitive Severances class by leaving a review for my book, Craft Your Own Magic here: https://cassie-uhl.myflodesk.com/craftyourownmagicpreorderDeep care, Cassie

In quel tempo, si avvicinavano Gesù tutti i pubblicani e i peccatori per ascoltarlo. I farisei e gli scribi mormoravano dicendo: «Costui accoglie i peccatori e mangia con loro». Ed egli disse loro questa parabola: «Un uomo aveva due figli. Il più giovane dei due disse al padre: “Padre, dammi la parte di patrimonio che mi spetta”. Ed egli divise tra loro le sue sostanze. Pochi giorni dopo, il figlio più giovane, raccolte tutte le sue cose, partì per un paese lontano e là sperperò il suo patrimonio vivendo in modo dissoluto. Quando ebbe speso tutto, sopraggiunse in quel paese una grande carestia ed egli cominciò a trovarsi nel bisogno. Allora andò a mettersi al servizio di uno degli abitanti di quella regione, che lo mandò nei suoi campi a pascolare i porci. Avrebbe voluto saziarsi con le carrube di cui si nutrivano i porci; ma nessuno gli dava nulla. Allora ritornò in sé e disse: “Quanti salariati di mio padre hanno pane in abbondanza e io qui muoio di fame! Mi alzerò, andrò da mio padre e gli dirò: Padre, ho peccato verso il Cielo e davanti a te; non sono più degno di essere chiamato tuo figlio. Trattami come uno dei tuoi salariati”. Si alzò e tornò da suo padre. Quando era ancora lontano, suo padre lo vide, ebbe compassione, gli corse incontro, gli si gettò al collo e lo baciò. Il figlio gli disse: “Padre, ho peccato verso il Cielo e davanti a te; non sono più degno di essere chiamato tuo figlio”. Ma il padre disse ai servi: “Presto, portate qui il vestito più bello e fateglielo indossare, mettetegli l'anello al dito e i sandali ai piedi. Prendete il vitello grasso, ammazzatelo, mangiamo e facciamo festa, perché questo mio figlio era morto ed è tornato in vita, era perduto ed è stato ritrovato”. E cominciarono a far festa. Il figlio maggiore si trovava nei campi. Al ritorno, quando fu vicino a casa, udì la musica e le danze; chiamò uno dei servi e gli domandò che cosa fosse tutto questo. Quello gli rispose: “Tuo fratello è qui e tuo padre ha fatto ammazzare il vitello grasso, perché lo ha riavuto sano e salvo”. Egli si indignò, e non voleva entrare. Suo padre allora uscì a supplicarlo. Ma egli rispose a suo padre: “Ecco, io ti servo da tanti anni e non ho mai disobbedito a un tuo comando, e tu non mi hai mai dato un capretto per far festa con i miei amici. Ma ora che è tornato questo tuo figlio, il quale ha divorato le tue sostanze con le prostitute, per lui hai ammazzato il vitello grasso”. Gli rispose il padre: “Figlio, tu sei sempre con me e tutto ciò che è mio è tuo; ma bisognava far festa e rallegrarsi, perché questo tuo fratello era morto ed è tornato in vita, era perduto ed è stato ritrovato”».

Dal Vangelo secondo LucaIn quel tempo, si avvicinavano a Gesù tutti i pubblicani e i peccatori per ascoltarlo. I farisei e gli scribi mormoravano dicendo: «Costui accoglie i peccatori e mangia con loro».Ed egli disse loro questa parabola: «Un uomo aveva due figli. Il più giovane dei due disse al padre: “Padre, dammi la parte di patrimonio che mi spetta”. Ed egli divise tra loro le sue sostanze. Pochi giorni dopo, il figlio più giovane, raccolte tutte le sue cose, partì per un paese lontano e là sperperò il suo patrimonio vivendo in modo dissoluto. Quando ebbe speso tutto, sopraggiunse in quel paese una grande carestia ed egli cominciò a trovarsi nel bisogno. Allora andò a mettersi al servizio di uno degli abitanti di quella regione, che lo mandò nei suoi campi a pascolare i porci. Avrebbe voluto saziarsi con le carrube di cui si nutrivano i porci; ma nessuno gli dava nulla. Allora ritornò in sé e disse: “Quanti salariati di mio padre hanno pane in abbondanza e io qui muoio di fame! Mi alzerò, andrò da mio padre e gli dirò: Padre, ho peccato verso il Cielo e davanti a te; non sono più degno di essere chiamato tuo figlio. Trattami come uno dei tuoi salariati”. Si alzò e tornò da suo padre.Quando era ancora lontano, suo padre lo vide, ebbe compassione, gli corse incontro, gli si gettò al collo e lo baciò. Il figlio gli disse: “Padre, ho peccato verso il Cielo e davanti a te; non sono più degno di essere chiamato tuo figlio”. Ma il padre disse ai servi: “Presto, portate qui il vestito più bello e fateglielo indossare, mettetegli l'anello al dito e i sandali ai piedi. Prendete il vitello grasso, ammazzatelo, mangiamo e facciamo festa, perché questo mio figlio era morto ed è tornato in vita, era perduto ed è stato ritrovato”. E cominciarono a far festa.Il figlio maggiore si trovava nei campi. Al ritorno, quando fu vicino a casa, udì la musica e le danze; chiamò uno dei servi e gli domandò che cosa fosse tutto questo. Quello gli rispose: “Tuo fratello è qui e tuo padre ha fatto ammazzare il vitello grasso, perché lo ha riavuto sano e salvo”. Egli si indignò, e non voleva entrare. Suo padre allora uscì a supplicarlo. Ma egli rispose a suo padre: “Ecco, io ti servo da tanti anni e non ho mai disobbedito a un tuo comando, e tu non mi hai mai dato un capretto per far festa con i miei amici. Ma ora che è tornato questo tuo figlio, il quale ha divorato le tue sostanze con le prostitute, per lui hai ammazzato il vitello grasso”. Gli rispose il padre: “Figlio, tu sei sempre con me e tutto ciò che è mio è tuo; ma bisognava far festa e rallegrarsi, perché questo tuo fratello era morto ed è tornato in vita, era perduto ed è stato ritrovato”».

In this episode I go through Saturdays r4 fun NRL games from a fantasy and supercoach perspective!Come and join a big group of people that love talking NRL Fantasy. Receive advice from myself and other superstar players including Riley 5th, Bevan 8th, Hayden 9th and Mitch 21st (2024). Be in the running for big prizes as seen last year with 2 x $1000 winners.What is included in this year private group is below:- Massive Top 10 Written Analysis (20th, 50,100,500,1000,2000 included for comparison)- Massive Top 10 Video Analysis (20th, 50,100,500,1000,2000 include for comparison)- The 3 Best Season Long Trading Strategies after analysing the top 10- The 4 Different ways the top 10 made the top 10 (Each strategy works)- My Round 1 Player Selection Checklist- My Trading Checklist- My clear team structure plans (how many guns, cows etc)- My Best Guns Rankings for Round 1- My Best Mid-Priced Rankings for Round 1- My Best Cheapie Rankings for Round 1Private Group During Season Posting Schedule (Written)Sunday- Results Thread - Result & Rank + 1 thing you did right and wrong - help everyone learn on the run (8pm)Monday- Early Trade Thoughts Thread - Who are you wanting to rage trade, who do you want? (9am)Tuesday- My top 3 teams to target rankings Thread - You can provide your thoughts in comments (12pm)- Questions for Jamie Thread (5-6pm) (Written answer then release video to Private Group Wed (5:30pm). Public release Thursday (5:30pm)Wednesday- Trades Discussion Thread - I start with my thoughts then add yours in comments (9am)- My Buy/Hold/Sell Rankings with risk % Thread (3-5pm)Thursday- My Captaincy Rankings Thread (12pm Gameday)Friday- Weekend Thread (Looping, late changes, my changes, do I take this score or not?)Full Season Pricing & What You Get (4 Tiers)JBFA Private = $35 AUD- Access to the exclusive private Facebook Group & Group Chat with likeminded people which includes:My weekly best buys, teams to target, captaincy rankings, trades discussion, late mail, my late changes & nrl physio insider news.- Post your questions in the weekly thread answered by me in the thread or on the channel & podcast (Q&A video = private members questions only. Received 12-24hrs before public)- Contribute to the private group consensus team- Origin & Finals fantasy accessJBFA Legends = $50 AUD- Access to everything in the group above +++- 1 on 1 discussion with Jamie in Discord or Facebook messenger DMs- A chance to win Competitions during the season- 1 x meet up at the 2025 Magic Round- Chance to feature in round results or trades video weeklyJBFA VIP Supporters = $100 AUD- Access to everything in the groups above +++- Zoom strategy session every 3 weeks (available to all each time). 1st opportunity in February then 2nd chance in between 1st round TLT & gameday.- 1 x 1 on 1 chat on a video/podcast (long form)- Shout out each week on the round results video (access to the VIP leagues)- 2 x team entries to competitions (for those that want to enter 2 squads overall and h2h for example)- 1 extra in person catchup with Jamie (depending on location of members)Payment DetailsAustralian Bank AccountJamie BrownBSB: 062692AN: 41028639Wise.com. (good overseas option)Or PayPalJamie@wattlecomms.com.auDM me or email me at jamie@wattlecomms.com.au when you have paid.#nrl #nrlfantasy #nrlfantasy2025 Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In quel tempo, si avvicinavano a Gesù tutti i pubblicani e i peccatori per ascoltarlo. I farisei e gli scribi mormoravano dicendo: «Costui accoglie i peccatori e mangia con loro». Ed egli disse loro questa parabola: «Un uomo aveva due figli. Il più giovane dei due disse al padre: "Padre, dammi la parte di patrimonio che mi spetta". Ed egli divise tra loro le sue sostanze. Pochi giorni dopo, il figlio più giovane, raccolte tutte le sue cose, partì per un paese lontano e là sperperò il suo patrimonio vivendo in modo dissoluto. Quando ebbe speso tutto, sopraggiunse in quel paese una grande carestia ed egli cominciò a trovarsi nel bisogno. Allora andò a mettersi al servizio di uno degli abitanti di quella regione, che lo mandò nei suoi campi a pascolare i porci. Avrebbe voluto saziarsi con le carrube di cui si nutrivano i porci; ma nessuno gli dava nulla. Allora ritornò in sé e disse: "Quanti salariati di mio padre hanno pane in abbondanza e io qui muoio di fame! Mi alzerò, andrò da mio padre e gli dirò: Padre, ho peccato verso il Cielo e davanti a te; non sono più degno di essere chiamato tuo figlio. Trattami come uno dei tuoi salariati". Si alzò e tornò da suo padre. Quando era ancora lontano, suo padre lo vide, ebbe compassione, gli corse incontro, gli si gettò al collo e lo baciò. Il figlio gli disse: "Padre, ho peccato verso il Cielo e davanti a te; non sono più degno di essere chiamato tuo figlio". Ma il padre disse ai servi: "Presto, portate qui il vestito più bello e fateglielo indossare, mettetegli l'anello al dito e i sandali ai piedi. Prendete il vitello grasso, ammazzatelo, mangiamo e facciamo festa, perché questo mio figlio era morto ed è tornato in vita, era perduto ed è stato ritrovato". E cominciarono a far festa. Il figlio maggiore si trovava nei campi. Al ritorno, quando fu vicino a casa, udì la musica e le danze; chiamò uno dei servi e gli domandò che cosa fosse tutto questo. Quello gli rispose: "Tuo fratello è qui e tuo padre ha fatto ammazzare il vitello grasso, perché lo ha riavuto sano e salvo". Egli si indignò, e non voleva entrare. Suo padre allora uscì a supplicarlo. Ma egli rispose a suo padre: "Ecco, io ti servo da tanti anni e non ho mai disobbedito a un tuo comando, e tu non mi hai mai dato un capretto per far festa con i miei amici. Ma ora che è tornato questo tuo figlio, il quale ha divorato le tue sostanze con le prostitute, per lui hai ammazzato il vitello grasso". Gli rispose il padre: "Figlio, tu sei sempre con me e tutto ciò che è mio è tuo; ma bisognava far festa e rallegrarsi, perché questo tuo fratello era morto ed è tornato in vita, era perduto ed è stato ritrovato"».

Oggi, quasi anticipando la gioia di Pasqua, il Signore Gesù ci svela, con la parabola più bella e amata del Vangelo, il Padre misericordioso e il figlio che ritorna, l’irrefrenabile misericordia e l’amore incessante che nutre per ciascuno di noi, la sua paziente e trepida attesa, il suo sguardo che arriva lontano fino al pascolo dei porci e diventa potente attrazione che richiama e converte: «Quando era ancora lontano, suo padre lo vide, ebbe compassione, gli corse incontro, gli si gettò al collo e lo baciò». Dopo la recuperata figliolanza, segue la gioiosa celebrazione conviviale, che segna il pieno reinserimento nella casa paterna: «Presto, portate qui il vestito più bello e fateglielo indossare, mettetegli l’anello al dito e i sandali ai piedi. Prendete il vitello grasso, ammazzatelo, mangiamo e facciamo festa, perché questo mio figlio era morto ed è tornato in vita, era perduto ed è stato ritrovato». E cominciarono a far festa. I momenti oscuri vengono così cancellati, cominciando da quel triste: «Padre, dammi la parte di patrimonio che mi spetta». Viene redento il peccato antico e sempre attuale: quello di reclamare una libertà piena e incondizionata, uscire dalla casa paterna, dall’ambito del suo amore, nella facile illusione di poter sperimentare l’ebbrezza di una supremazia che annulla ogni dipendenza. Ci ricorda tanto il momento fatale in cui i nostri progenitori hanno teso la mano per prendere e mangiare il frutto dell’albero proibito. Oggi come allora, il Signore, buon pastore, si mette alla ricerca della pecora smarrita ovunque e comunque si sia persa. La certezza di non restare mai soli, di essere anzi cercati, fa nascere quella speranza e quel ripensamento come primo moto verso la conversione: «Io qui muoio di fame! Mi alzerò, andrò da mio padre e gli dirò: Padre, ho peccato verso il Cielo e davanti a te; non sono più degno di essere chiamato tuo figlio». La consapevolezza di aver sperperato malamente i doni preziosi fa sperare di poter essere accolto soltanto come uno dei salariati. Il Signore, però, non ci vuole come salariati: in forza dello Spirito, non siamo più schiavi, ma figli. E se siamo figli, siamo anche eredi. Così vuole Dio. Che meraviglia! Dopo il peccato, siamo stati accolti, baciati, rivestiti, nutriti e festeggiati: «Se uno è in Cristo, è una nuova creatura; le cose vecchie sono passate; ecco, ne sono nate di nuove» e, ancor più: «Ci sarà più gioia in cielo per un peccatore convertito, che per novantanove giusti che non hanno bisogno di conversione». Abbiamo iniziato la Quaresima con un invito: «Convertitevi e credete al Vangelo»; ora sappiamo che la via alla conversione è più facile solo se confidiamo nella divina misericordia. Mi alzerò…

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"Its" Been a minute since my last episode, But I'm Back with a fresh perspective, I'm exited to share with you, a reflection of my musical tastes.. Tracklist**** 1. Wipe The Needle & Venus Beats, Shezar X JayBay - We Shall Overcome (Frankie Feliciano Remix) 2. Masaki Morii - Forever (Masaki Morii Nu One Vocal Remix 3. Lee Wilson X Rudi'Kastic - I Refuse (DJ Spinna Galactic Soul Remix) 4. Melchyor A - It's Over (Melchyor A's Touch Mix) 5. Ellis Aaron & Sean McCabe - Got It Bad (Sean McCabe Vocal Mix) 6. Franck Roger - Franck Roger feat Rona Ray - Seek Discomfort 7. Molly & Tacos, Bee Honey - Crush On You (DJ Spen's Original Mix) 8. Diplomats Of Soul feat. Incognito & Vanessa Haynes - Sweet Power Your Embrace (Terry Hunter & Emmaculate Remix 9. Back To Your Place (DJ Spen & Ezel Original Production) Marc Evans, DJ Spen, Ezel 10. DJ Spen pres. Jaemus, Sen-Sei & Becka feat. Jeff Straw - The Rain Has Stopped (DJ Spen Remix) 11. Alton Miller ft. Bo - Sweet Love (Mark Lewis Remix) 12. Don't Be Afraid (Sarah Sophia's Disco Party Mix)DJ Spen, Gary Hudgins

La Tribù delle Scarpe Erranti | Parte Tre e Quattro: L'Inverno, la Primavera e il RitornoTrascorsa l'estate splendente di luce e l'autunno piovigginoso ma affascinante nei suoi colori, la Tribù delle Scarpe Erranti ripartì per nuove avventure misteriose, sorprendenti e, naturalmente, un po' pericolose. Più decise che mai, pronte a superare ogni prova, ripresero il loro viaggio.L'inverno non si fece attendere: a dicembre arrivò la prima neve sulle montagne. La Tribù salì su un pullman diretto alle Dolomiti, dove i monti innevati all'orizzonte le aspettavano. Appena sistemate in albergo, l'entusiasmo prese il sopravvento. Non vedevano l'ora di tuffarsi nella neve fresca e costruire un gigantesco pupazzo di neve! Si misero subito all'opera, accumulando palate su palate di neve. Con una scaletta, scalino dopo scalino, raggiunsero l'altezza del viso. Due palline per occhi, una carota per naso, una pipa in bocca e una sciarpa avvolta intorno al collo: era perfetto!“Brrr! Che freddo!” — esclamò una di loro, e tutte, guardandosi le punte, si accorsero che erano completamente congelate.“Qui ci vuole un miracolo!” — dichiarò una scarpa con aria solenne.“Magari un termosifone portatile…” — mormorò un'altra con i lacci tremanti.Decisero di chiamare il Soccorso Alpino, che arrivò con un jet supersonico carico di borse d'acqua calda, tè bollente e coperte termiche. Ma proprio in quel momento, la stazione meteorologica situata su una navetta spaziale in cima alla montagna segnalò l'arrivo di una violenta bufera di neve. La Tribù, preoccupata, chiese di tornare subito a valle, ma il jet non poteva trasportarle in modo tradizionale. L'unica soluzione? Catapultarle come palle di neve avvolte nelle coperte termiche!“Ehm… scusate, ma qualcuno ha mai provato questo sistema prima?” — chiese una delle scarpe con sospetto.“No, ma che vuoi che succeda?” — rispose un'altra.“Male che vada, ci spalmeremo sulla neve come marmellata su una fetta di pane!”Il volo fu rocambolesco: rimbalzarono contro una cabinovia, fecero roteare in aria un paio di aquile e avvoltoi che, sorpresi, esclamarono: “Oh! Oh!”Fortunatamente, gli abeti della montagna offrirono loro un morbido atterraggio con i rami innevati. Le scarpe atterrarono slacciate, un po' ammaccate, ma salve.“Mi sa che abbiamo inventato il primo sport estremo per calzature,” — commentò una, ancora stordita.Gli abitanti del borgo sottostante le trovarono e, colpiti dalla loro storia, le portarono dal vecchio calzolaio del paese. L'uomo, con decenni di esperienza nella riparazione di scarpe da montagna, rimase inizialmente perplesso nel vedere quel gruppo colorato e malandato. Quella notte, il calzolaio non riuscì a dormire, riflettendo su come aggiustarle. All'alba, con determinazione, si mise al lavoro.“No, no, aiuto! Mi farai male!” — protestò la scarpa viola alla vista degli attrezzi.“Ma figurati!” — rispose il calzolaio con un sorriso. “Sono anni che rimetto a nuovo scarponi da montagna. Farò di te una scarpa nuova di zecca, fidati!” E così, con mani esperte, cucì, incollò e ravvivò i colori, lavorando con passione finché tutte le scarpe tornarono splendenti.La Tribù trascorse giorni felici nel borgo. Con il Natale alle porte, aiutarono a decorare le strade illuminate, gli alberi innevati e le vetrine dei negozi. Ormai tutti conoscevano la loro storia e le chiamavano a destra e a sinistra per consigli sugli addobbi e l'atmosfera era magica e festosa.Presto, le giornate si fecero più luminose e si percepiva nell'aria il risveglio della primavera. L'avventura sulla neve era ormai alle spalle, ma una nuova sfida era pronta ad aspettarle. La Tribù cominciava a sentire la mancanza della città da cui era partita e decise di tornare. Si misero in marcia una dietro l'altra e alla prima rotatoria presero la strada giusta. Seguirono il percorso di un ruscello e, dopo un lungo tragitto, si fermarono sulla riva a riposare.Entrarono a filo d'acqua per rinfrescarsi, quando una di loro, più scaltra delle altre, notò qualcosa di strano sotto alcuni rami secchi.“Venite, venite!” — chiamò.Le altre corsero curiose e, con un grande sforzo, riuscirono a raddrizzare ciò che si rivelò essere una vecchia barchetta di legno rovesciata. Saltarono su spintonandosi.“Passo prima io!”“No, prima io!”Bisticciavano fra di loro inciampando nei lacci, ma considerato che erano un po' stanche a forza di camminare, presero ognuna il proprio posto. Ben presto si accorsero di un problema.“Ehm… qualcuno ha visto i remi?”“Oh no! E ora come facciamo a muoverci?”Proprio in quel momento, un luccio lucente e una carpa gigante emersero dalle onde spumeggianti e, senza dire una parola, spinsero la barchetta facendola scivolare sull'acqua fino a sollevarla in aria.“Ma… è magia!” — esclamò una scarpa, incredula.Quando il ruscello si allargò in un fiume, intravidero in lontananza la loro città. I due straordinari pesci le fecero sbarcare sulla riva e, in un battito di ciglia, scomparvero tra i riflessi dorati dell'acqua.“Perdindirindina, cosa è successo?” — esclamarono tutte.Ancora incredule e silenziose, si avviarono verso il grande parco alberato della città. Distese sull'erba, guardarono il cielo azzurro e si resero conto di quanto gli fosse mancato il grande negozio affollato e il via vai della gente. Fu allora che notarono qualcosa di strano. Per la prima volta, osservarono con attenzione l'insegna luminosa sopra l'ingresso: “Grandi Magazzini Sorelle Soletta”Si guardarono tra loro incredule. La Streghetta Soletta… era la proprietaria del negozio!Una volta sistemate sugli scaffali, con i lacci ben tirati e le suole lucidate, le scarpe si guardarono tra loro sorridendo.“Che avventura ragazzi…” — disse la scarpa viola con un sospiro.“Eh già,” — rispose quella rossa, “ma quanto è bello tornare qui!”“Con tutto il rispetto per le aquile, i calzolai e i pesci volanti… niente batte il profumo del negozio al mattino,” — aggiunse la scarpa blu con aria sognante.“E poi qui abbiamo le tende, i camerini, e i clienti che ci provano con cura…”“…senza contare la Streghetta Soletta che ci protegge e ci osserva!” Si misero tutte a ridere.“Insomma,” — concluse quella con i lacci dorati,“viaggiare è bellissimo, ma tornare a casa lo è ancora di più.”E da quel giorno, ogni volta che un cliente, bambino o adulto, sceglieva una di loro, partiva un'altra storia. Ma questa… ovviamente… è un'altra avventura! 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Angus concludes our review of Dungeons & Dragons: Saturday Morning Adventures and the story arc 'Prisoner of the Deep' in celebration of Appendix N Month. Dungeons & Dragons: Saturday Morning Adventures⁠⁠https://www.amazon.com/Dungeons-Dragons-Saturday-Morning-Adventures/dp/1684059437/⁠⁠Long before the world turned upside down and new generations discovered D&D, six kids boarded a magical roller coaster and were transported to the Forgotten Realms!Noble ranger Hank, intrepid acrobat Diana, quiet thief Sheila, impulsive barbarian Bobby, fearful and cavalier Eric, and uncertain magician Presto only want to get back to their own world. But escaping the Realms has turned out to be much harder than getting there! Danger lurks at every turn, the enigmatic Dungeon Master is less than helpful, and Venger, the force of evil, will stop at nothing to get his hands on the magical weapons the kids have come to rely on. To top it off, Hank has made a startling discovery: Despite the dangers, Sheila, Bobby, Diana, and the others aren't so sure they want to go home after all!Bards David M. Booher (Canto) and Sam Maggs (Rick and Morty Ever After) join artificer George Kambadais (John Carter of Mars) for a thrilling “lost episode” that charts new territory in the world of D&D.Dungeons & Dragons aired on CBS in 1983 and ran for three seasons with 27 episodes, but premature cancellation meant crucial scripts went unproduced. Yet, it still made an indelible impression on its audience, and legions of D&D players recall it fondly to this day.Please join us for our Appendix N Month celebration reads:Graphic Novels Of The Month - Conan The BarbarianBarbarian Life: A Literary Biography of Conan the Barbarian (Volume Two)⁠⁠⁠https://www.amazon.com/Barbarian-Life-Literary-Biography-Conan-ebook/dp/B08379KF9M/⁠⁠⁠Conan The Barbarian: The Original Comics Omnibus Vol.2⁠⁠⁠https://www.amazon.com/Conan-Barbarian-Original-Comics-Omnibus/dp/1787740846/⁠⁠⁠_______________Dungeons and Dragons: Dark Sun Vol. 1: Ianto's Tomb⁠⁠⁠https://www.amazon.com/Dungeons-Dragons-Dark-Vol-Iantos-ebook/dp/B009CI6GEU⁠⁠⁠Leave a message at kirbyskidspodcast@gmail.comJoin the Community Discussions ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://mewe.com/join/kirbyskids  ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Please join us for our 2025 Graphic Novel Reads⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.kirbyskids.com/2024/11/kirbys-kids-giving-thanks-2025-graphic.html⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠For detailed show notes and past episodes please visit ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.kirbyskids.com

Dal Vangelo secondo LucaIn quel tempo, si avvicinavano a lui tutti i pubblicani e i peccatori per ascoltarlo. I farisei e gli scribi mormoravano dicendo: «Costui accoglie i peccatori e mangia con loro». Ed egli disse loro questa parabola:«Un uomo aveva due figli. Il più giovane dei due disse al padre: “Padre, dammi la parte di patrimonio che mi spetta”. Ed egli divise tra loro le sue sostanze. Pochi giorni dopo, il figlio più giovane, raccolte tutte le sue cose, partì per un paese lontano e là sperperò il suo patrimonio vivendo in modo dissoluto. Quando ebbe speso tutto, sopraggiunse in quel paese una grande carestia ed egli cominciò a trovarsi nel bisogno. Allora andò a mettersi al servizio di uno degli abitanti di quella regione, che lo mandò nei suoi campi a pascolare i porci. Avrebbe voluto saziarsi con le carrube di cui si nutrivano i porci; ma nessuno gli dava nulla. Allora ritornò in sé e disse: “Quanti salariati di mio padre hanno pane in abbondanza e io qui muoio di fame! Mi alzerò, andrò da mio padre e gli dirò: Padre, ho peccato verso il Cielo e davanti a te; non sono più degno di essere chiamato tuo figlio. Trattami come uno dei tuoi salariati”. Si alzò e tornò da suo padre.Quando era ancora lontano, suo padre lo vide, ebbe compassione, gli corse incontro, gli si gettò al collo e lo baciò. Il figlio gli disse: “Padre, ho peccato verso il Cielo e davanti a te; non sono più degno di essere chiamato tuo figlio”. Ma il padre disse ai servi: “Presto, portate qui il vestito più bello e fateglielo indossare, mettetegli l'anello al dito e i sandali ai piedi. Prendete il vitello grasso, ammazzatelo, mangiamo e facciamo festa, perché questo mio figlio era morto ed è tornato in vita, era perduto ed è stato ritrovato”. E cominciarono a far festa.Il figlio maggiore si trovava nei campi. Al ritorno, quando fu vicino a casa, udì la musica e le danze; chiamò uno dei servi e gli domandò che cosa fosse tutto questo. Quello gli rispose: “Tuo fratello è qui e tuo padre ha fatto ammazzare il vitello grasso, perché lo ha riavuto sano e salvo”. Egli si indignò, e non voleva entrare. Suo padre allora uscì a supplicarlo. Ma egli rispose a suo padre: “Ecco, io ti servo da tanti anni e non ho mai disobbedito a un tuo comando, e tu non mi hai mai dato un capretto per far festa con i miei amici. Ma ora che è tornato questo tuo figlio, il quale ha divorato le tue sostanze con le prostitute, per lui hai ammazzato il vitello grasso”. Gli rispose il padre: “Figlio, tu sei sempre con me e tutto ciò che è mio è tuo; ma bisognava far festa e rallegrarsi, perché questo tuo fratello era morto ed è tornato in vita, era perduto ed è stato ritrovato”».

Il nostro amico Topo Tippi ha combinato un'altra delle sue! Presto: ascoltiamo la sua storia e poi... tutti a nanna!

In quel tempo, si avvicinavano Gesù tutti i pubblicani e i peccatori per ascoltarlo. I farisei e gli scribi mormoravano dicendo: «Costui accoglie i peccatori e mangia con loro». Ed egli disse loro questa parabola: «Un uomo aveva due figli. Il più giovane dei due disse al padre: “Padre, dammi la parte di patrimonio che mi spetta”. Ed egli divise tra loro le sue sostanze. Pochi giorni dopo, il figlio più giovane, raccolte tutte le sue cose, partì per un paese lontano e là sperperò il suo patrimonio vivendo in modo dissoluto. Quando ebbe speso tutto, sopraggiunse in quel paese una grande carestia ed egli cominciò a trovarsi nel bisogno. Allora andò a mettersi al servizio di uno degli abitanti di quella regione, che lo mandò nei suoi campi a pascolare i porci. Avrebbe voluto saziarsi con le carrube di cui si nutrivano i porci; ma nessuno gli dava nulla. Allora ritornò in sé e disse: “Quanti salariati di mio padre hanno pane in abbondanza e io qui muoio di fame! Mi alzerò, andrò da mio padre e gli dirò: Padre, ho peccato verso il Cielo e davanti a te; non sono più degno di essere chiamato tuo figlio. Trattami come uno dei tuoi salariati”. Si alzò e tornò da suo padre. Quando era ancora lontano, suo padre lo vide, ebbe compassione, gli corse incontro, gli si gettò al collo e lo baciò. Il figlio gli disse: “Padre, ho peccato verso il Cielo e davanti a te; non sono più degno di essere chiamato tuo figlio”. Ma il padre disse ai servi: “Presto, portate qui il vestito più bello e fateglielo indossare, mettetegli l'anello al dito e i sandali ai piedi. Prendete il vitello grasso, ammazzatelo, mangiamo e facciamo festa, perché questo mio figlio era morto ed è tornato in vita, era perduto ed è stato ritrovato”. E cominciarono a far festa. Il figlio maggiore si trovava nei campi. Al ritorno, quando fu vicino a casa, udì la musica e le danze; chiamò uno dei servi e gli domandò che cosa fosse tutto questo. Quello gli rispose: “Tuo fratello è qui e tuo padre ha fatto ammazzare il vitello grasso, perché lo ha riavuto sano e salvo”. Egli si indignò, e non voleva entrare. Suo padre allora uscì a supplicarlo. Ma egli rispose a suo padre: “Ecco, io ti servo da tanti anni e non ho mai disobbedito a un tuo comando, e tu non mi hai mai dato un capretto per far festa con i miei amici. Ma ora che è tornato questo tuo figlio, il quale ha divorato le tue sostanze con le prostitute, per lui hai ammazzato il vitello grasso”. Gli rispose il padre: “Figlio, tu sei sempre con me e tutto ciò che è mio è tuo; ma bisognava far festa e rallegrarsi, perché questo tuo fratello era morto ed è tornato in vita, era perduto ed è stato ritrovato”».

- Premi il tasto PLAY per ascoltare la catechesi del giorno e condividi con altri se vuoi -+ Dal Vangelo secondo Luca + In quel tempo, si avvicinavano a lui tutti i pubblicani e i peccatori per ascoltarlo. I farisei e gli scribi mormoravano dicendo: «Costui accoglie i peccatori e mangia con loro». Ed egli disse loro questa parabola:«Un uomo aveva due figli. Il più giovane dei due disse al padre: "Padre, dammi la parte di patrimonio che mi spetta". Ed egli divise tra loro le sue sostanze. Pochi giorni dopo, il figlio più giovane, raccolte tutte le sue cose, partì per un paese lontano e là sperperò il suo patrimonio vivendo in modo dissoluto. Quando ebbe speso tutto, sopraggiunse in quel paese una grande carestia ed egli cominciò a trovarsi nel bisogno. Allora andò a mettersi al servizio di uno degli abitanti di quella regione, che lo mandò nei suoi campi a pascolare i porci. Avrebbe voluto saziarsi con le carrube di cui si nutrivano i porci; ma nessuno gli dava nulla. Allora ritornò in sé e disse: "Quanti salariati di mio padre hanno pane in abbondanza e io qui muoio di fame! Mi alzerò, andrò da mio padre e gli dirò: Padre, ho peccato verso il Cielo e davanti a te; non sono più degno di essere chiamato tuo figlio. Trattami come uno dei tuoi salariati". Si alzò e tornò da suo padre.Quando era ancora lontano, suo padre lo vide, ebbe compassione, gli corse incontro, gli si gettò al collo e lo baciò. Il figlio gli disse: "Padre, ho peccato verso il Cielo e davanti a te; non sono più degno di essere chiamato tuo figlio". Ma il padre disse ai servi: "Presto, portate qui il vestito più bello e fateglielo indossare, mettetegli l'anello al dito e i sandali ai piedi. Prendete il vitello grasso, ammazzatelo, mangiamo e facciamo festa, perché questo mio figlio era morto ed è tornato in vita, era perduto ed è stato ritrovato". E cominciarono a far festa.Il figlio maggiore si trovava nei campi. Al ritorno, quando fu vicino a casa, udì la musica e le danze; chiamò uno dei servi e gli domandò che cosa fosse tutto questo. Quello gli rispose: "Tuo fratello è qui e tuo padre ha fatto ammazzare il vitello grasso, perché lo ha riavuto sano e salvo". Egli si indignò, e non voleva entrare. Suo padre allora uscì a supplicarlo. Ma egli rispose a suo padre: "Ecco, io ti servo da tanti anni e non ho mai disobbedito a un tuo comando, e tu non mi hai mai dato un capretto per far festa con i miei amici. Ma ora che è tornato questo tuo figlio, il quale ha divorato le tue sostanze con le prostitute, per lui hai ammazzato il vitello grasso". Gli rispose il padre: "Figlio, tu sei sempre con me e tutto ciò che è mio è tuo; ma bisognava far festa e rallegrarsi, perché questo tuo fratello era morto ed è tornato in vita, era perduto ed è stato ritrovato"».Parola del Signore.

In quel tempo, si avvicinavano a lui tutti i pubblicani e i peccatori per ascoltarlo. I farisei e gli scribi mormoravano dicendo: «Costui accoglie i peccatori e mangia con loro». Ed egli disse loro questa parabola: «Un uomo aveva due figli. Il più giovane dei due disse al padre: "Padre, dammi la parte di patrimonio che mi spetta". Ed egli divise tra loro le sue sostanze. Pochi giorni dopo, il figlio più giovane, raccolte tutte le sue cose, partì per un paese lontano e là sperperò il suo patrimonio vivendo in modo dissoluto. Quando ebbe speso tutto, sopraggiunse in quel paese una grande carestia ed egli cominciò a trovarsi nel bisogno. Allora andò a mettersi al servizio di uno degli abitanti di quella regione, che lo mandò nei suoi campi a pascolare i porci. Avrebbe voluto saziarsi con le carrube di cui si nutrivano i porci; ma nessuno gli dava nulla. Allora ritornò in sé e disse: "Quanti salariati di mio padre hanno pane in abbondanza e io qui muoio di fame! Mi alzerò, andrò da mio padre e gli dirò: Padre, ho peccato verso il Cielo e davanti a te; non sono più degno di essere chiamato tuo figlio. Trattami come uno dei tuoi salariati". Si alzò e tornò da suo padre. Quando era ancora lontano, suo padre lo vide, ebbe compassione, gli corse incontro, gli si gettò al collo e lo baciò. Il figlio gli disse: "Padre, ho peccato verso il Cielo e davanti a te; non sono più degno di essere chiamato tuo figlio". Ma il padre disse ai servi: "Presto, portate qui il vestito più bello e fateglielo indossare, mettetegli l'anello al dito e i sandali ai piedi. Prendete il vitello grasso, ammazzatelo, mangiamo e facciamo festa, perché questo mio figlio era morto ed è tornato in vita, era perduto ed è stato ritrovato". E cominciarono a far festa. Il figlio maggiore si trovava nei campi. Al ritorno, quando fu vicino a casa, udì la musica e le danze; chiamò uno dei servi e gli domandò che cosa fosse tutto questo. Quello gli rispose: "Tuo fratello è qui e tuo padre ha fatto ammazzare il vitello grasso, perché lo ha riavuto sano e salvo". Egli si indignò, e non voleva entrare. Suo padre allora uscì a supplicarlo. Ma egli rispose a suo padre: "Ecco, io ti servo da tanti anni e non ho mai disobbedito a un tuo comando, e tu non mi hai mai dato un capretto per far festa con i miei amici. Ma ora che è tornato questo tuo figlio, il quale ha divorato le tue sostanze con le prostitute, per lui hai ammazzato il vitello grasso". Gli rispose il padre: "Figlio, tu sei sempre con me e tutto ciò che è mio è tuo; ma bisognava far festa e rallegrarsi, perché questo tuo fratello era morto ed è tornato in vita, era perduto ed è stato ritrovato"».

Si ritorna a casa. Una puntata molto croccante.È il giorno di Ventotene. Ma a chi interessa? Daniele Capezzone arrabbiatissimo con Parenzo sull'Angelucci-gate.Il Re dei Maranza e i pregiudizi per questi poveri ragazzi.Mauro Giannini, Sindaco di Pennabilli e il bisogno di Decima Mas. Presto un grande bordello nella città.Matteo Bassetti e l'importanza dell'esser dottori. Poi compare una Letizia Lopez selvatica.Alex Soldati è andato a bussare alla finestra di Lacerenza.

Angus continues our celebration of Appendix N Month with a review of Dungeons & Dragons: Saturday Morning Adventures and the story arc 'Prisoner of the Deep'. Dungeons & Dragons: Saturday Morning Adventures⁠https://www.amazon.com/Dungeons-Dragons-Saturday-Morning-Adventures/dp/1684059437/⁠Long before the world turned upside down and new generations discovered D&D, six kids boarded a magical roller coaster and were transported to the Forgotten Realms!Noble ranger Hank, intrepid acrobat Diana, quiet thief Sheila, impulsive barbarian Bobby, fearful and cavalier Eric, and uncertain magician Presto only want to get back to their own world. But escaping the Realms has turned out to be much harder than getting there! Danger lurks at every turn, the enigmatic Dungeon Master is less than helpful, and Venger, the force of evil, will stop at nothing to get his hands on the magical weapons the kids have come to rely on. To top it off, Hank has made a startling discovery: Despite the dangers, Sheila, Bobby, Diana, and the others aren't so sure they want to go home after all!Bards David M. Booher (Canto) and Sam Maggs (Rick and Morty Ever After) join artificer George Kambadais (John Carter of Mars) for a thrilling “lost episode” that charts new territory in the world of D&D.Dungeons & Dragons aired on CBS in 1983 and ran for three seasons with 27 episodes, but premature cancellation meant crucial scripts went unproduced. Yet, it still made an indelible impression on its audience, and legions of D&D players recall it fondly to this day.Please join us for our Appendix N Month celebration reads:Graphic Novels Of The Month - Conan The BarbarianBarbarian Life: A Literary Biography of Conan the Barbarian (Volume Two)⁠⁠https://www.amazon.com/Barbarian-Life-Literary-Biography-Conan-ebook/dp/B08379KF9M/⁠⁠Conan The Barbarian: The Original Comics Omnibus Vol.2⁠⁠https://www.amazon.com/Conan-Barbarian-Original-Comics-Omnibus/dp/1787740846/⁠⁠_______________Dungeons and Dragons: Dark Sun Vol. 1: Ianto's Tomb⁠⁠https://www.amazon.com/Dungeons-Dragons-Dark-Vol-Iantos-ebook/dp/B009CI6GEU⁠⁠Leave a message at kirbyskidspodcast@gmail.comJoin the Community Discussions ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://mewe.com/join/kirbyskids  ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Please join us for our 2025 Graphic Novel Reads⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.kirbyskids.com/2024/11/kirbys-kids-giving-thanks-2025-graphic.html⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠For detailed show notes and past episodes please visit ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.kirbyskids.com

An appetizing, eclectic program. Charity is represented by a sturdy American song: “If I Can Help Somebody.” Malice is represented by a movement from Walton's Symphony No. 1, marked “Presto con malizia.” Much to listen to and absorb. Shostakovich, “A Spin through Moscow” from “Moscow, Cheryomushko” Fauré, “Clair de lune” Beethoven, “Abscheulicher!,” from “Fidelio” Walton, Symphony No. 1, Scherzo: Presto con malizia Ruby (?), “I'm Against It” Hoiby, “Winter Song” Hoiby, “There came a wind like a bugle” Androzzo, “If I Can Help Somebody” Gubaidulina, “Glorious Percussion”

Missione compiuta per la navetta Crew Dragon Endeavour che si è agganciata alla Stazione Spaziale Internazionale.

Bex Scott introduces us to an article from ClickAmericana.com all about gadgets and kitchen appliances from the 60s. She opens with a story about her finds from a recent Value Village thrifting trip that got her thinking about the sorts of small appliances she often finds there. What kind of futuristic ideas in kitchen gadgetry did the 1960s produce? And how did they advertise these new products? Join Bex to find out. From wall and under counter mounted can openers to bun warmers and toaster ovens, it's all here. The article features stunning images of the retro ads complete with color photos. Follow along with Bex as she learns which meat grinder can also grind hard almonds, the five good reasons for owning a General Electric rotisserie oven, and how 60s visionaries combined a portable mixer with a knife sharpener for the sake of convenience. Do you remember Presto coffee makers in white? Did you have a Redi-Oven? This episode will either make you scratch your head over the idea of owning an avocado colored blender or take you down memory lane with a Salton bun warmer.Resources discussed in this episode:Mid Century Show and Sale in Calgary, AB - April 12, 2025“1960s gadgets & small kitchen appliances made life a little easier” on ClickAmericana.com—Contact Rebecca Scott | Pyrex With Bex: Website: PyrexWithBex.comInstagram: @pyrexwithbex— TranscriptBex Scott: [00:00:02] Hey everybody, it's Bex Scott and welcome to the Pyrex with Bex podcast, where you guessed it, I talk about vintage Pyrex, but also all things vintage housewares. I'll take you on my latest thrifting adventures, talk about reselling, chat with other enthusiasts about their collections, and learn about a bunch of really awesome items from the past. Subscribe now on Apple, Spotify, or wherever you love listening to podcasts so you don't miss a beat. Everybody, this is Bex Scott and you are listening to the Pyrex with Bex podcast. I wanted to start off this episode with a little Value Village thrift store adventure. So I went into town with my husband and our daughter. Of course, she fell asleep on the way in. We were running some errands and we had some time to kill, so I asked Rob, my husband, if we could stop at Value Village and he said sure. So I let him stay in the car with our daughter, and I ran in to do a quick little ten minute run around the store, see if anything good was there. And lately Value Village hasn't been that great. There's been a lot of just broken things or missing pieces to things that I found. Today was a decent day, so there were some pretty beat up Pyrex. There was a Woodland Cinderella set, only three of the dishes, and it was priced at $35. It had some damage on the largest bowl, and I did consider it for a second, but I just couldn't justify paying $35 for that and the condition that it was in. Bex Scott: [00:01:47] I also found a Homestead 403 mixing bowl that had been through years of dishwasher use, and they wanted $15 for it. And another primary set, blue 401. They wanted $6 for it and it was missing a lot of its color. So that was a bit of what I found today. That was a disappointment. I did, however, find six mugs from the Spring Blossom Tabletopware coordinates set. These are the nine ounce mugs that were sold in sets of four, and I found six in this pattern. So I picked them up and they were a great price. I was a bit sad though because I found them, I grabbed them and then I walked down to the other aisle and this little girl looked at me and I gave her a smile. I thought she was just being friendly, but then I heard her say, hey mom, I just saw somebody take those green flower mugs. And the mom said, don't worry, we left them there for a reason. And I felt so bad because this little girl obviously wanted to take these mugs home, but the mom was set on her not having them for some reason, probably because they didn't need six vintage mugs in their house for their kids to use. But I hope she knows that they're going to a good home. Bex Scott: [00:03:13] I also found this amazing enamel fondue set in like a mustardy color with little flowers all over it, and it came with, I think it was six melamine divided plates and four forks with different colored plastic handles. That whole set is going to be in an upcoming mid-century modern show that I have a booth at in Calgary. It is my very first show that I'm ever doing. I have a ten by ten booth, three tables, so I'm excited to be thrifting to find some pieces that I can put in that show. If any of you are in Calgary and you hear this episode before I go to the show, it's April 12th, 2025, so you can catch me there and come and see some of the awesome pieces of Pyrex that I'm going to have there, and just other, other things that I have found over the last year or so. Going to Value Village today kind of brings me to my episode, where I always go down the appliance section, and I never expect to find anything in this section. It's usually a bunch of really beat up, lately it's been donut makers, those little instant donut makers or cake pop makers, so nothing really great in vintage, but it got me thinking about kind of the small kitchen appliances that people used in their home in the 1960s. Bex Scott: [00:04:47] So I was doing some research and I came across this really great article in, the websites called Click Americana.Com. So go to my show notes and navigate to this article. It's called 1960s Gadgets and Small Kitchen Appliances Made Life a Little Easier, and this episode is going to be a bit of a read through the article and take you through it, but I want you to make sure that you see these photos, because a lot of them are clips taken from old catalogs and magazines, and it'll give you a really great idea of the pieces and the appliances that they had in their kitchens. And a lot of these I have seen at Value Village before, and other thrift stores, and some of them I even have in my basement right now waiting to be sold. So it's kind of a bit of an educational episode and a fun little show and tell as well. Bex Scott: [00:05:40] So the first one we have is the retro wall-mounted manual can opener by Can-O-Mat. And this is from the 1960s, and the ad shows a little lady in the reflection of the can opener opening her can and it says most beautiful can opener made. Its clean, uncluttered beauty tells you Can-O-Mat is a masterpiece of mechanical simplicity. No levers, gadgets, wires or motors, just the easy turn of a single handle opens any can, any size, any shape. Leaves a smooth, safe drinking cup edge. That's why you'll find Can-O-Mat in most kitchens, where quiet, good taste and smooth efficiency are happily wedded. Any wonder its first choice of millions of style conscious homemakers? I struggle with can openers, all of the modern ones. I think they're terrible. I have trouble figuring out how to use them, and half the time they don't even cut properly. So it kind of has me thinking that I should be looking for one of these in the stores when I'm out and about. Bex Scott: [00:06:42] Next up we have the Oster electric meat grinder. It's called the Electric Power Unit. It sits on your countertop and it says versatile and powerful, Oster electric meat grinder slices through foods without tearing, bruising, or mashing. That sounds kind of gross. Speedily and effortlessly grinds all foods from toughest meats to the most delicate vegetables. Even grinds hard almonds. New economies, better meals, and far more pleasure in food preparation are yours every day from the very first day you own the Oster electric meat grinder. I don't know about you guys, but I find a lot of meat grinder parts when I'm shopping or when I've bought a lot at an estate sale or in an auction. They are never complete. I would love to be able to test out one of these meat grinders, but so far I haven't come across one that's a full unit. Bex Scott: [00:07:39] Next up we have the vintage General Electric rotisserie oven. This is really cute, it's a little countertop rotisserie oven and it says five good reasons for owning a General Electric rotisserie oven, in brackets, even if you have a good range oven. Number one is the rotisserie infrared broiler precision oven does so much more than an ordinary rotisserie. Does as many things, in fact, as an expensive range oven, and has range oven accuracy. Number two infrared broiling seals in the natural juices for best ever steaks and seafood. Brown and crusty outside. Delectable inside. Number three bake without heating up the kitchen. Separate baking element on bottom. Thermostatic heat control assure perfect cakes, breads, fancy desserts. Tilt top lid closes completely for baking. Glass window lets you peek in. This is like a fancy Easy-Bake oven. And then there's a picture. It kind of looks like a cat litter box with a lid on the top. Number four it has automatic push button controls. And number five, it's portable. You can cook anywhere with the General Electric rotisserie oven. That's pretty handy. You can take it to your friends houses. You could even cook in the parking lot if you have an outlet. Imagine taking this to a tailgate party. You just pull up your vintage rotisserie oven and put it on your tailgate. I would do that. Bex Scott: [00:09:07] Next up we have a waffle maker and it says makes four big waffles at a time. General Electric Sandwich Grill and Waffle Iron has reversible grids that make delicious pancakes too. Grills sandwiches, bacon, and eggs. This is one that we have a ton of modern equivalents of this, so it looks pretty similar to what we have now. I have a waffle maker, but it's a tiny one, but I can see how this would be awesome. It is massive. Next up is something that I see a lot of in the thrift stores. We have the vintage GE Stainless Steel automatic coffee maker, and this one is from 1961 and it has a cute little Christmas background. But I find that these vintage coffee makers make amazing coffee, and I've had many of them over the years where we've brewed our coffee in them, and it just tastes so much better than drinking from a Keurig or a Nespresso pod. Next, we have the front loading Toast-R-Oven toaster oven. So it's spelled toast with an R in the middle, and it has a pretty funny description. It says, hands the toast to you, no digging. Toasts all breads, any shape, top browns muffins, grilled cheese sandwiches. Bakes too, frozen desserts, meat pies, even meatloaf. And it is essentially just a countertop toaster oven. That's what it is. I always wanted a toaster oven as a kid because I remember my grandparents having one, and the toast comes out so nice in these toaster ovens. This might be a bad episode for me, because now I'm thinking of all the different things that I should be buying and my family will love me for having no kitchen counter space after I go out and hunt for all these pieces. Bex Scott: [00:11:05] Okay, next we have beats, whips, mixes, drinks, sharpens knives too. This is from 1961 and this is the General Electric portable mixer. Though it's only two and three quarter pounds, it's extra thorough with batters, extra gentle with sauces, extra marvelous with meringues. A free drink mixer fixes drinks in a whirl. This is a tongue twister. Remove beaters and plug in an optional accessory that sharpens knives. I've never seen one of these. Easily and safely. See the portable mixer in white, yellow, pink, and turquoise. Oh, those are some good colors. I would pick pink. At your General Electric dealers. It's very interesting actually. So you take off the beaters and then you can use it as the knife sharpener, or you can whip things up if you put the beaters back in. Okay, next we have the Salton Hotray appliance. I have sold so many of these hotrays. I've gifted them to my mother in law. And I have a few still in my basement. These ones are from 1962, and I find them almost every time I go to Value Village. And it's always fun to see which kind, because the top of them is always a different pattern. There's some pretty ones with flowers, there's some with just funky abstract designs. But it says here that it protects your dinner after you've cooked it. It can do this because the temperature of its radiant heat glass panel is thermostatically controlled to a point right under the cooking point. Thus, the food on it neither continues to cook nor to stand around growing cold. This means that those late coming husbands and extra drink guests will no longer pay the price of an overcooked and dried out dinner. And when dinner is finally served, hotray will put an end to your jumping up and down from the table. You just put the entire dinner on hotray, put hotray on the dining table, and serve from there. First will taste like firsts and seconds will taste as good as first. Of course, there's much more to Salton Hotray. Find me on Instagram and let me know, Did you guys use hotrays growing up? Do you still use hotrays? Do you like them? What are your thoughts? Bex Scott: [00:13:19] Next up we have the automatic can opener kitchen gadget from 1961, and I'm pretty sure this is one that my grandparents had, and they mounted it to the underside of their kitchen cabinet. I remember this growing up vividly. It says it removes or hinges the lid quickly, cleanly, with no jagged edges. Magnet holds lid away from food, mounts on wall or optional counter stand. Next, we have a whole variety of vintage toasters from 1963. So we've got the GE Toast-R-Oven. We have the Two Slice that gives you nine shades of toast. We have the Dominion Four Slicer, ideal for big families, toasts 1 to 4 slices at a time, pops them up high, gives perfect results automatically. And it's chrome. We have the GE High Lift. Pops bread extra high, has easy to read control for light, dark or nine shades between. We have your Flip-Door toaster. It has a tray attached. Just flip doors, toast turns automatically, in a walnut trim. And then last we have the Toastmaster Sovereign. Has new controls up front. New concave design. Silent timer assures perfect shade of toast every single time. Bex Scott: [00:14:36] Next up we have kitchen cooking and heating small appliances from 1963. We've got the Hand Mixer. Hangs on wall, has giant beaters and three speeds. The Toastmaster Portable Mixer has three speeds removable, cord. The Salton Gourmet Hotray. We have the Rotisserie Broiler, the 2-Burner Hotplate, the 1-Burner Hotplate, the Sunbeam Electric Frypan. It's completely immersible. Jumbo 12" Electric Skillet is automatic and washable. The Electric Buffet Server gives low heat, holds two quarts, and the Corning 10" Electric Skillet goes under broiler, yet on matching base, it bakes, stews and fries. And they have a little Corning blue cornflower on top of that guy. Bex Scott: [00:15:28] The low silhouette blender. This one my grandparents also had, and it has the super dangerous looking like machete knife little blade in the bottom of it that I always got scared of when I was washing it. It doesn't have anything to say about it. It's pretty self-explanatory. Low, off, or high, that's about it. Vintage Presto coffee pots in white and black. These are really cool looking, they're actually, they look kind of atomic, kind of space age. And it says, does anyone on your street have the white one yet? Pardon us, but we do make a perfectly wonderful coffee maker. It's the one on the left in stainless steel with rich, glossy black trim, fully automatic. It brews a cup a minute of marvelous coffee and keeps it hot. The open spout means easy pouring, easy cleaning too, because it won't trap bitter oils in residues, and you can dunk the entire coffee maker without a worry. Families who live with it every day just love it. Still, we've had a mild but steady clamor, it wasn't a complaint, but a question. People kept asking why not make it white? Most people like the black one, we said. We might not have the volume and weight for mass production, we said. We might have to price it higher and then nobody would buy it. This is all in a magazine ad, just so you guys know. So we made the white one anyway, it's the one on the right. It makes wonderful coffee the same as the black one. It does cost a few pennies more, but now you have a choice. This is a crazy ad. We don't think you'll have trouble finding a black Presto on your street, but if you hurry, you still might be first with the white one. And that might be quite a kick. Wowzas. Bex Scott: [00:17:13] Okay, Salton Bun Warmer, I have this, I've used it, it's amazing. It's so hard to find with the original cloth cover that closes and shuts, but I actually found one and it's great. So if you come across a Salton Bun Warmer, you'd better get it. It says it actually makes ordinary buns taste good, good ones taste great, and great ones taste like heaven on earth. The Salton Electric Bun Warmer won't perform miracles. It won't make our American mass produced buns and rolls taste like the kind grandma supposedly made 50 years ago. But what the Salton Bun Warmer will do is make rolls and buns taste a good deal better. It does this by keeping buns and rolls warm and fresh and crisp. And this ad, this is the exact one that I have. You can get the bun warmer for 9.95 or the French bread warmer for 11.95. Next up we have our Redi-Oven appliance tableside cooker from 1965. New, fast, easy, versatile, large capacity, compact electric oven that holds even a 3 pound roast or an 8 inch pie. Gleaming chrome finish with porcelain enamel interior. Automatic timer and controlled heat up to 500 degrees, perfect for preparing frozen foods, biscuits, baked potatoes right at the table. I want one of these. I've never seen this, but I want it. Double bonus $7.50 value international Silver Party Tray, plus free coupons for these famous frozen foods. Oh, so they were giving away this leaf shaped serving tray with a spoon as well. Bex Scott: [00:18:55] Vintage 1960s Ronson Foodmatic in-counter appliance. Ronson Foodmatic slices, shreds, grinds meat and coffee, juices oranges, crushes ice, it even cooks. That is a versatile piece of equipment. It's very interesting looking as well. It sits on top of your counter. You can put beaters in there for baking. What else does it say? Automatic timer, solid state speed, beater clutch and arm release, speed selector guide. It's quite the 1969 invention. Okay, next up we have vintage small kitchen appliances and decorator colors from 1969. General Electric gives you a festival of color, flame, avocado, and harvest. Appliances include a can opener slash knife sharpener, portable mixers and stand mixers, Dutch skillet, buffet skillet, and a blender. I love these colors. These are awesome. Not so much the avocado, but I could see myself with the harvest yellow one or the flame. The flame is a really nice red. And that is it for our 1960s gadgets and small kitchen appliances. I hope you guys go to the show notes to get a great visual of the items that I talked about, and find me on Instagram at Pyrex with Bex, and let me know if you remember growing up with any of these appliances, what you loved, what you didn't, and if you have any in your kitchen now. Thanks everybody. 

Maracanà con Marco Piccari e Stefano Impallomeni. Ospiti: Zappi ( Presidente AIA): "La FVS rendere più credibile il calcio delle categorie inferiori, un passo verso il Var a chiamata in Serie A. Bisogna essere d'accordo sulle regole codificate. Orsato sta cercando talento arbitrale. La CAN meglio unificata che divisa. Presto ci sarà la spiegazione della decisione arbitrale come nel football."

Maracanà con Marco Piccari e Stefano Impallomeni. Ospiti: Zappi ( Presidente AIA): "La FVS rendere più credibile il calcio delle categorie inferiori, un passo verso il Var a chiamata in Serie A. Bisogna essere d'accordo sulle regole codificate. Orsato sta cercando talento arbitrale. La CAN meglio unificata che divisa. Presto ci sarà la spiegazione della decisione arbitrale come nel football."

Angus reviews in the screening room 'The History of The Dungeons and Dragons Cartoon: Too Violent for Saturday Mornings?' in celebration of Appendix N Month. The History of The Dungeons and Dragons Cartoon: Too Violent for Saturday Mornings?https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JMxXx8ne29EPlease join us for our Appendix N Month celebration reads:Dungeons & Dragons: Saturday Morning Adventureshttps://www.amazon.com/Dungeons-Dragons-Saturday-Morning-Adventures/dp/1684059437/Long before the world turned upside down and new generations discovered D&D, six kids boarded a magical roller coaster and were transported to the Forgotten Realms!Noble ranger Hank, intrepid acrobat Diana, quiet thief Sheila, impulsive barbarian Bobby, fearful and cavalier Eric, and uncertain magician Presto only want to get back to their own world. But escaping the Realms has turned out to be much harder than getting there! Danger lurks at every turn, the enigmatic Dungeon Master is less than helpful, and Venger, the force of evil, will stop at nothing to get his hands on the magical weapons the kids have come to rely on. To top it off, Hank has made a startling discovery: Despite the dangers, Sheila, Bobby, Diana, and the others aren't so sure they want to go home after all!Bards David M. Booher (Canto) and Sam Maggs (Rick and Morty Ever After) join artificer George Kambadais (John Carter of Mars) for a thrilling “lost episode” that charts new territory in the world of D&D.Dungeons & Dragons aired on CBS in 1983 and ran for three seasons with 27 episodes, but premature cancellation meant crucial scripts went unproduced. Yet, it still made an indelible impression on its audience, and legions of D&D players recall it fondly to this day.___________________________Graphic Novels Of The Month - Conan The BarbarianBarbarian Life: A Literary Biography of Conan the Barbarian (Volume Two)⁠https://www.amazon.com/Barbarian-Life-Literary-Biography-Conan-ebook/dp/B08379KF9M/⁠Conan The Barbarian: The Original Comics Omnibus Vol.2⁠https://www.amazon.com/Conan-Barbarian-Original-Comics-Omnibus/dp/1787740846/⁠_______________Dungeons and Dragons: Dark Sun Vol. 1: Ianto's Tomb⁠https://www.amazon.com/Dungeons-Dragons-Dark-Vol-Iantos-ebook/dp/B009CI6GEU⁠Leave a message at kirbyskidspodcast@gmail.comJoin the Community Discussions ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://mewe.com/join/kirbyskids  ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Please join us for our 2025 Graphic Novel Reads⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.kirbyskids.com/2024/11/kirbys-kids-giving-thanks-2025-graphic.html⁠⁠⁠⁠For detailed show notes and past episodes please visit ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.kirbyskids.com

PHP exploits are active in the wild. Security researchers discover undocumented commands in a popular Wi-Fi and Bluetooth-enabled microcontroller. The ONCD could gain influence in this second Trump administration. The Akira ransomware gang leverages an unsecured webcam. Mission, Texas declares a state of emergency following a cyberattack. The FBI and Secret Service confirm crypto-heists are linked to the 2022 LastPass breach. A popular home appliance manufacturer suffers a cyberattack. Switzerland updates reporting requirements for critical infrastructure operators.  Our guest is Errol Weiss, Chief Security Officer at the Health-ISAC, who warns “the cavalry isn't coming—why the private sector must take the lead in critical infrastructure cybersecurity.” A termination kill switch leads to potential jail time.  Remember to leave us a 5-star rating and review in your favorite podcast app. Miss an episode? Sign-up for our daily intelligence roundup, Daily Briefing, and you'll never miss a beat. And be sure to follow CyberWire Daily on LinkedIn. CyberWire Guest Today, we have Errol Weiss, Chief Security Officer at the Health-ISAC, sharing his take “the cavalry isn't coming—why the private sector must take the lead in critical infrastructure cybersecurity.” Selected Reading Mass Exploitation of Critical PHP Vulnerability Begins (SecurityWeek) Undocumented commands found in Bluetooth chip used by a billion devices (Bleeping Computer) White House cyber director's office set for more power under Trump, experts say (The Record) Ransomware gang encrypted network from a webcam to bypass EDR (Bleeping Computer) Texas border city declares state of emergency after cyberattack on government systems (The Record) Feds Link $150M Cyberheist to 2022 LastPass Hacks (Krebs on Security) Home appliance company Presto says cyberattack causing delivery delays (The Record) Switzerland Mandates Cyber-Attack Reporting for Critical Infrastructure (Infosecurity Magazine) Developer sabotaged ex-employer IT systems with kill switch (The Register)  Share your feedback. We want to ensure that you are getting the most out of the podcast. Please take a few minutes to share your thoughts with us by completing our brief listener survey as we continually work to improve the show.  Want to hear your company in the show? You too can reach the most influential leaders and operators in the industry. Here's our media kit. Contact us at cyberwire@n2k.com to request more info. The CyberWire is a production of N2K Networks, your source for strategic workforce intelligence. © N2K Networks, Inc. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

You don't always get to choose your relations in life: it is neither your choice what family you're born into, nor who you work with. This gamble doesn't always work out, and is sometimes made especially more tragic because we spend the majority of our days working, and we must grow up with our family - regardless of who they are. That's why it is important to choose carefully the relationships where choice is an option. You might think I'm talking about “friends” here. But, more specifically, what I mean are those little friends that come from a different species - our pets. Just as with human relations, we have to work and put a serious effort into developing the relationships we have with our pets. So make sure you are sincere with this effort. Otherwise, you risk only being Fair Weather Friends. This story was written by Phillip Clark. It was directed, engineered, and edited by Phillip Clark. The Hidden Archives is created by Phillip Clark, and is produced by Phillip Clark and Nicole Clark of the Rhodes Collaborative Experience LLC.   Executive Producer: Phillip Clark   Co-Executive Producer: Nicole Clark   The “Curator” was voiced by Nicole Clark, and the story was read by Phillip Clark.   This, and every story, presented by the Hidden Archives is completely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. But, when it happens, it is somewhat disturbing, pretty cool, and kind of the point (sometimes).   Music: Theme is “Goldberg Variations, BWV 988 – 22 Variatio 21 Canone alla Settima” by J.S. Bach, and the story music was: “Moonlight Sonata Op. 27 No. 2 - III. Presto” by Ludwig Van Beethoveni.    Please remember to follow us on Facebook and Instagram (for now) at hiddenarchivespodcast, and on Bluesky at @hiddenarchives.bsky.social   As always, feel free to message us on any or all of our social media platforms listed. Have a story idea, and theories on canon, or think you know something that might (or should) be in the Hidden Archives? Drop us a message and we'll see if you are curator material. We always respond to every direct message!

Il sostegno all'Ucraina e la difesa comune europea. Sono stati questi i due temi al centro del Consiglio europeo straordinario che si è tenuto ieri (6 marzo) a Bruxelles, durante il quale i leader Ue hanno approvato le conclusioni del vertice sull'Ucraina con i 5 principi per la pace.

Presto vedremo in circolazione il primo treno a idrogeno, un traguardo importante che ci porta a riflettere sulla produzione di idrogeno come risorsa per l'energia rinnovabile. Ma è davvero così semplice produrlo? Quali potrebbero essere le conseguenze per i territori in cui verrà sviluppato?Gli ospiti di oggi:Alessandro Abbotto - Professore di Chimica Organica e Materiali per le Energie Rinnovabili presso l'Università di Milano-Bicocca, esperto del tema idrogeno, a cui ha dedicato diversi libri.Isabella Guerrini Claire - Consulente e ricercatrice esperta di economia circolare, collabora con startup, aziende pubbliche e private, e il terzo settore per ripensare e innovare i modelli economici. Membro della coalizione TESS (Transizione Energetica Senza Speculazione).Francesco Sassi - Ricercatore in geopolitica dell'energia e sicurezza energetica presso RIE - Ricerche Industriali ed Energetiche.

Casimiro Di Crescenzo"Il tempo passa troppo in fretta"Lettere alla famigliaAlberto GiacomettiEdizioni Casagrandewww.edizionicasagrande.comTesto / FirenzeSabato 1 marzo - ore 16.00 / Sala OrteseStazione Leopolda, Firenze"Il tempo passa troppo in fretta"Il curatore Casimiro Di Crescenzo dialoga con Tiziano Scarpa, narratore, poeta e drammaturgoUna pubblicazione della Alberto Giacometti Stiftung. A cura di Casimiro Di Crescenzo.Per tutta la vita, Alberto Giacometti non ha mai smesso di scrivere settimanalmente alla famiglia, in val Bregaglia, lettere in cui raccontava le sue giornate, le sue frequentazioni, le difficoltà e i progressi della sua ricerca artistica. Una scelta rappresentativa di quella ricca corrispondenza, redatta quasi interamente in italiano, è qui presentata ai lettori per la prima volta. Dai tempi del collegio all'arrivo a Parigi, dagli incontri con le avanguardie alle grandi mostre internazionali degli ultimi anni, le lettere di Giacometti raccontano “in presa diretta” una delle più interessanti e affascinanti avventure artistiche del Novecento.Il libro raccoglie – per la prima volta nella versione originale italiana – un'ampia scelta di lettere di Alberto Giacometti alla famiglia, dove con lingua vivace l'artista si racconta "in presa diretta", dall'adolescenza alla piena maturità. «Una rapsodica autobiografia, intervallata da piccoli schizzi, che conduce tra geografie e sfioramenti, tra fascinazioni e ansie, tra entusiasmi e fallimenti». (Vincenzo Trione)Casimiro Di CrescenzoÈ storico dell'arte, vive e lavora a Venezia. Si è laureato all'Università di Venezia con una tesi sui primi lavori a Parigi di Alberto Giacometti. Da allora si è sempre interessato all'opera dell'artista, realizzando mostre in Italia e all'estero, l'ultima intitolata: “Ottilia Giacometti. Ein Porträt. Werke von Giovanni und Alberto Giacometti” (Kunsthaus Zürich, 2020). È autore di Im Hotel Régina. Alberto Giacometti vor Henri Matisse – Letze Bildnisse (Bern-Wien, Piet Meyer Verlag /Paris, Fondation Giacometti, 2015) e sta lavorando alla pubblicazione della corrispondenza di Alberto e Diego Giacometti con la famiglia. Dal 2018 è membro del Comité Giacometti per l'autenticazione delle opere.IL POSTO DELLE PAROLEascoltare fa pensarewww.ilpostodelleparole.itDiventa un supporter di questo podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/il-posto-delle-parole--1487855/support.

US Army combat veterans Patrick Presto and Luke Sciulli join host Chad Tyson and IATW Founder Steve Monteleone on this episode to talk about their time in the service.We talk about their multiple deployments, what they are doing now, and their involvement with the foundation.Sciulli also shares his inspiring story of recovery after being severely injured while on a mission in southern Afghanistan.To learn more about the IATW Foundation, visit https://iatw.us/

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Dopo le minacce, il presidente americano Donald Trump è passato all’azione: da domani partono i dazi sulle importazioni da Canada e Cina. Sospesi di un mese invece quelli nei confronti del Messico, che ha promesso di aumentare i controlli alle frontiere per gestire i flussi migratori e il traffico di droghe illegali. Si tratta però solo dell’inizio: “Presto anche contro l’Unione Europea”. Ne parliamo con Marco Valsania, corrispondente del Sole 24 Ore da New York e Gianluca Pastori, docente di Storia delle Relazioni e delle Istituzioni Internazionali e Storia delle relazioni politiche tra il Nord America e l'Europa all'Università Cattolica del Sacro Cuore.Le opposizioni tornano sul caso Almasri: “Meloni venga in Parlamento”. Con noi Barbara Fiammeri, commentatrice politica de Il Sole 24 Ore.Infine, il nostro Dario Ricci ci aggiorna su Cagliari-Lazio e sulla rielezione di Gravina alla presidenza della FIGC.

Mark-Anthony Turnage is a composer of contemporary classical music. Once called “Britain's hippest composer”, he has been in a rock band, got drunk with Francis Bacon, and tackled anything from drug abuse to football in his works. Mark was born in June 1960 in the Thames estuary town of Corringham in Essex. His musical talent was nurtured by his parents and he studied composition at the junior department at the Royal College of Music from aged fourteen. There he met the composer Oliver Knussen who became his tutor, mentor, and life-long friend. His first performed work, Night Dances, written while still at the Royal College, won a prize and heralded Mark's evolution into what one critic calls “one of the best known British composers of his generation, widely admired for his highly personal mixture of energy and elegy, tough and tender”. Greek, his debut opera, a reimagining of the Oedipus myth whose protagonist is a racist, violent and foul-mouthed football hooligan, shocked the establishment, which flinched, but accepted “Turnage, the trouble-maker” as a forceful voice. Over the past four decades he has sustained a distinguished and productive career that has seen him working closely with conductors of the stature of Bernard Haitink, Esa-Pekka Salonen and, particularly, Simon Rattle. He has been attached to prestigious institutions, such as English National Opera and both the BBC and Chicago symphony orchestras, and has written a vast range of music for many different instruments and ensembles. His influences include soul, gospel, all sorts of jazz and the great symphonic works of the repertoire. He has written operas, ballets, concertos, chamber pieces and choral works together with orchestrating a football match. His key works include Three Screaming Popes and Blood on the Floor (both inspired by Francis Bacon paintings, and the latter containing an elegy for his younger brother, Andrew, who died of a drug overdose in 1995), as well as more operas including one about the former Playboy model Anna Nicole Smith. Mark lives in North London with his partner, the opera director, Rachael Hewer. DISC ONE: Symphony No. 9 in D Minor, Op. 125 II. Molto vivace - Presto - Molto vivace – Presto. Composed by Ludwig Van Beethoven and performed by The Berlin Philharmonic, conducted by Sir Simon Rattle DISC TWO: St. Matthew Passion, BWV 244 Pt. 1 No. 1, Kommt, ihr Töchter, helft mir klagen. Composed by Johann Sebastian Bach and performed by Bach Collegium Japan, conducted by Masaaki Suzuki DISC THREE: Two Organa, Op. 27 – 1 “Notre Dame des Jouets”. Composed and conducted by Oliver Knussen and performed by The London Sinfonietta DISC FOUR: Blue in Green - Miles Davis DISC FIVE: Living for the City - Stevie Wonder DISC SIX: Puccini: Madama Butterfly, Act II: Un bel dì vedremo. Composed by Giacomo Puccini and performed by Mirella Freni (Soprano) and Wiener Philharmoniker, conducted by Herbert von Karajan DISC SEVEN: Symphony of Psalms (1948 Version): III. Alleluja. Laudate Dominum - Psalmus 150 (Vulgata) Composed by Igor Stravinsky and performed by English Bach Festival Choir and The London Symphony Orchestra, conducted by Leonard Bernstein DISC EIGHT: Let's Say We Did. Composed by John Scofield and Mark-Anthony Turnage and performed by John Scofield, John Patitucci, Peter Erskine, Frankfurt Radio Symphony, hr-Bigband and Hugh WolfBOOK CHOICE: Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier LUXURY ITEM: A grand piano and tuning kit CASTAWAY'S FAVOURITE: St. Matthew Passion, BWV 244 Pt. 1 No. 1, Kommt, ihr Töchter, helft mir klagen. Composed by Johann Sebastian Bach and performed by Bach Collegium Japan, conducted by Masaaki Suzuki Presenter: Lauren Laverne Producer: Sarah Taylor

In this episode, we explore the cutting-edge world of data infrastructure with Justin Borgman, CEO of Starburst — a company transforming data analytics through its open-source project, Trino, and empowering industry giants like Netflix, Airbnb, and LinkedIn. Justin takes us through Starburst's journey from a Yale University spin-out to a leading force in data innovation, discussing the shift from data lakes to lakehouses, the rise of open formats like Iceberg as the future of data storage, and the role of AI in modern data applications. We also dive into how Starburst is staying ahead by balancing on-prem and cloud offerings while emphasizing the value of optionality in a rapidly evolving, data-driven landscape. Starburst Data Website - https://www.starburst.io X/Twitter - https://x.com/starburstdata Justin Borgman LinkedIn - https://www.linkedin.com/in/justinborgman X/Twitter - https://x.com/justinborgman FIRSTMARK Website - https://firstmark.com X/Twitter - https://twitter.com/FirstMarkCap Matt Turck (Managing Director) LinkedIn - https://www.linkedin.com/in/turck/ X/Twitter - https://twitter.com/mattturck (00:00) Intro (01:32) What is Starburst? (02:32) Understanding the data layer (05:06) Justin Borgman's story before Starburst (10:41) The evolution of Presto into Trino (13:20) Lakehouse vs. data lake vs. data warehouse (22:06) Why Starburst backed the lakehouse from the start (23:20) Starburst Enterprise (27:31) Cloud vs. on-prem (29:10) Starburst Galaxy (31:23) Dell Data Lakehouse (32:13) Starburst's data architecture explained (38:30) The rise of data apps (38:54) Starburst AML (40:41) “We actually built the Galaxy twice” (43:13) Managing multiple products at scale (45:14) “We founded the company on the idea of optionality” (47:20) Iceberg (48:01) How open-source acquisitions work (51:39) Why Snowflake embraced Iceberg (53:15) Data mesh (55:31) AI at Starburst (57:16) Key takeaways from go-to-market strategies (01:01:18) Lessons from the Dell partnership (01:04:40) Predictions for 2025

This fresh, uncooked sauce can be made in jarringly different ways, even with the same ingredients. Anney and Lauren dip into the history and science of pesto.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Victoria Mendoza e Tawnee Baird si incontrano e cominciano una relazione nel posto meno romantico che esista: il carcere minorile. Sono accumunate dalla passione per la musica e dall'amore. Le famiglie di Victoria e Tawnee sono diametricalmente opposte e i Baird accettano Victoria Mendoza come se fosse una figlia. Ma una relazione così intima così in fretta, una convivenza così veloce, lo stare sempre insieme è davvero sano? Presto la relazione tra Victoria e Tawnee diventa un amore tossico --------- Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/crimeandcomedy Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/crimeandcomedy.podcast/ Telegram: https://t.me/crimeandcomedy Sito: https://www.crimeandcomedy.it Instagram: Clara Campi: https://www.instagram.com/claracampicomedy/ Marco Champier: https://www.instagram.com/mrchreddy/ Editing - Ilaria Giangrande: https://www.instagram.com/ilaria.giangrande/ Caricature - Giorgio Brambilla: https://www.instagram.com/giorgio_brambilla_bookscomedy/ Tutti i Podcast: https://link.chtbl.com/CrimeandComedy Capitoli: (00:00:00) | Intro (00:00:38) | Sigla (00:00:52) | Serate Live (00:04:03) | Ringraziamenti Patreon (00:07:46) | I buoni propositi di C&C del 2025 (00:09:20) | Tawnee Baird e la sua famiglia vero Victoria Mendoza (00:18:52) | L'incontro e la relazione con Victoria Mendoza (00:43:25) | Victoria Mendoza una tragica fine alla relazione con Tawnee Baird (01:00:51) | I nostri Patreon Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Strangers forced to share a cabin on a cruise ship. By HectorBidon. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.  The waiting area outside the Long Beach cruise terminal was abuzz with bright new outfits and happy chatter. It was enough to make even the most reserved introvert start to feel a bit of excitement. I was standing with Jack and Ciara, two regulars of the social group. Jack was tall and rugged, something to do with landscaping; Ciara tall and willowy, worked in an office of some sort. They weren't an official couple, as far as I knew, but they seemed to have hooked up for the New Year's Pacific cruise. That was sort of the way the group worked. Thirty somethings, mostly divorced, intent on maintaining the hard playing lifestyle of their twenties, looking for like-minded dating partners to do it with. Jack was explaining the different cruise drink payment plans. I smiled politely and nodded, thinking how different from theirs my life would be when I got to be their age. Denise bustled up in a pretty pastel pantsuit with her clipboard in her hand. She was a travel agent and the mother hen of the group, forty-something and no longer trying so hard to pretend she was any younger. She'd put together this group and made a nice extra income for her troubles. "Hector," she said, ushering me a step aside, "I'm afraid there's been a mix up with your reservation. Somehow your single cabin didn't show up on the final printout." She gave me a concerned look. "They're working on it,,  but we may have to double you up with someone." This came as a bit of a rude surprise. One of the only reasons I'd finally agreed to come on the cruise in the first place had been her assurance that I'd be able to have a single. It wasn't that I was antisocial really, but I had my limits. "You know Mrs. Pendergast, don't you?" Mrs. Pendergast was an older woman, well into her sixties. She wasn't a regular member of the group, but it amused her sometimes to hang with a younger crowd. The group let her tag along to some of their events. I was going to have to share a room with Mrs. Pendergast? "Apparently she got sick and had to cancel at the last minute. So we have an opening. She was sharing a room with, ah;" she double checked her forms; "a Ms. Crenshaw. I don't know her, but I'm sure she's very nice. It's a double room, and you know how it is on a cruise. You don't spend that much time in your room anyway." I didn't even try to return her smile. "They're still working on your single, of course. I just wanted to let you know the fallback plan." Not only losing my single, but having to spend the cruise being polite to an old lady? In Denise's mind, that was what the social group was all about. People were already starting to go into the terminal building when Denise came back, this time with an attractive young woman at her side. I wondered if it was Denise's daughter, there to see us off. "Hector," she said, peering at me over the top of her glasses, "this is Molly Crenshaw. I've been explaining our predicament." The girl gave me a weak smile. She was pretty, with long brown hair swept back, wearing white shorts and a light blue top. She didn't look like she could be a day over twenty-one. Not at all what I had pictured as a travelling companion for Mrs. Pendergast. "It's a double room," Denise was explaining. "I'm sure they'll be able to rig up a partition if need be. But this will be the first cruise for both of you. It will be nice to have a buddy to help you find your way around. I'm sure the two of you will hit it off." Molly was still looking at me rather uncertainly. This apparently wasn't exactly what she had signed up for, either. She looked back at Denise. "Well, if his other room got cancelled,” Denise was delighted. The registration mix-up had been solved in an efficient and social-group-positive way. I couldn't believe she was being so cavalier about putting a guy and a girl who didn't even know each other into the same room together. "They're still working on my single though, right?" "As far as I know. You'll be able to check with the Bursar once we get on board." Denise had more than enough smile for the three of us. They called our area for boarding. "See you on board," she said, bustling off with her clipboard. Going up the gangway onto the ship itself kind of blew me away. You entered onto the mezzanine level of what looked like the fanciest mall I'd ever seen. There was an atrium that rose several stories high with glass elevators gliding up and down and fancy shops and glittering lights on every different level. On the floor below us a fellow in a tuxedo was playing a grand piano. All of this right in the middle of the ship. Molly's eyes were as wide as mine. They'd told us to have lunch while the luggage was being brought on. Molly and I had come aboard with a bunch of other social groupers, but they'd all buzzed off one way or another leaving the two of us by ourselves. We found a little sandwich and salad buffet. "So, your first cruise?" I asked. I was pretty sure I'd be able to get the room situation straightened out, but there was no harm in being polite. She assembled a forkful of salad. "Yes, Mrs. Pendergast is a patient at the clinic where I work. She's pretty chatty, you know. She kept talking about this fantastic cruise she was going on. But she needed a travelling companion to come along and sort of look after her." She shrugged. " Mrs. Pendergast offered to cover the cost, if I'd come with. I don't know, she has a way of getting what she wants." "Is she all right?" I asked. "Denise says she's afraid she might be coming down with something. She's a bit of a hypochondriac. But the tickets are already paid for, and I'm already here, so Denise said I should just come along on the cruise without her." She gave her little shrug again and took a sip of iced tea. "Your first cruise too?" "I'm not really a member of the social group, actually. I went on a nature hike with them one time and ended up on Denise's list. So now she sends me emails every time she has some big event. She was kind of persistent this time. I think they needed to sign up a certain number of people in order to get a discount or something." Molly nodded and stabbed a crouton. "Well, it is a cruise. It should be fun. And it'll be nice not to have to keep tabs on Mrs. Pendergast all the time. There's gambling, you know. When we get far enough out to sea." "You gamble?" "Of course. Poker, black jack. Machines mostly, but sometimes at the tables. I have a system. It's a lot of fun." After lunch I asked my way up to the Bursar's office. Molly came along to make sure that everything worked out. The Bursar looked me up in his computer. Apparently, when Mrs. Pendergast had cancelled, they'd looked to fill the vacancy with someone from our same group. I was the only one in a single, so they moved me in to fill her spot and gave my room to someone else. He double checked, but there weren't any other singles available. He apologized for the inconvenience and gave me my key card. I was flabbergasted. "Well," said Molly, "we might as well go check it out at least." We found our way down to the deck where the cabin was located. The room itself was not much bigger than a walk-in closet. A chair, a little night stand, a mirror on the bathroom door, a bed against the wall. That was it. We looked at each other. "Kind of smaller than I would have thought," I said. "Yeah," she agreed. I corralled a passing steward. "Um, we were supposed to be getting a double room?" I showed him the printout. "Yes, yes," he said in his helpful foreign accent. "Very nice double cabin." "But there's only one bed." I said. "Double bed," he explained. Then he gestured toward the porthole on the wall. "Ocean view!" He smiled, happy to have been of service, and went on about his way. Molly didn't look altogether convinced. I sighed. "Let me go talk to the Bursar again,” But she was sizing things up. Sunshine was streaming in through the porthole. Our two suitcases had been placed in a little niche beside the bathroom door, side by side. "All the other rooms are probably just as small," she said. "On this level anyway. And they seem to have already given your other room away." She looked at me. "Do you snore?" It wasn't a question I was expecting. "I don't think so. No one's ever complained." "Well, Mrs. Pendergast does, apparently. That's the one thing I've been dreading the most." She looked back at the room. "I guess this is just what double rooms are like on cruise ships. Maybe it's not so bad. At least you don't snore. We're kind of on an adventure anyway. Maybe we should just try and make the best of it." She made it sound as if sharing a room with a complete stranger of the opposite sex was no bigger a deal than sharing a table with him at lunch. She sat down on the edge of the bed and picked up the schedule of the day's activities as if the issue had already been decided. "Shuffleboard lessons at three o'clock," she noted. "Bingo at four thirty." I sat down on the chair. So instead of getting a room of my own I was going to have to share this one? Surely there must be some other alternative. What if,  what if I asked Denise to ask Ciara to move in here with Molly and let me bunk with Jack? Ugh! I cringed at the thought. "A magic show tonight in the forward theatre." Molly announced; reading more literature. I looked around. How would it even work? The room was so tiny. There was only the one bed. Molly was studying a map of the ship. "What do you think we should do first?" She'd not only accepted the fact that we'd be rooming together, she was ready to head out and start exploring. "Um,  why don't you just go ahead on your own? I've still got a couple things I need to take care of first." I couldn't tell if she was a bit hurt that I didn't want to join her. But she shrugged it off. "Well, OK. Then I guess we can just meet back up here later." I didn't really have anything I needed to take care of, I just wanted a little time to sort things out. I was pretty bummed that they'd given away my single. And I wasn't sure how I felt about Molly's matter-of-fact-ness. Was she really so used to sharing rooms with random guys? Still, if I did have to share a room with someone, Molly was probably no more objectionable than Jack or Mrs. Pendergast. She was more my age. She was just out of college and I had a few years on her. She seemed pretty easy going. If we'd been thrown together as partners at a workshop breakout session, I wouldn't have objected. But sharing insights at a breakout session wasn't exactly the same as sharing a cabin on a cruise ship. I'd had to share rooms with strangers before, but they'd always been guys. What you did was you put on your blinders, you put up your shields, you went about your business, you let them go about theirs. You tried to be polite. At least that's the way it worked with guys. Did it work that way with girls too? I guess I'd find out. The ship must have cast off soon after we came on board, but so smoothly that we hadn't even noticed. By the time I found my way up on deck we'd already cleared the harbor and were quite a ways out from land. I stood at the railing and watched the waves roll by. I wondered whether I might get seasick, but the deck was as firm and steady as any sidewalk on the mainland. The ship turned out to be a whole little city unto itself. There was a miniature golf course at one end and a climbing wall at the other. The top deck held two full-sized swimming pools, each already surrounded by sun bathers glistening in cocoa butter. The lower decks held lounges and theaters and eateries and nightclubs. There were shops and kiosks on every level; a sports bar, a wine bar, two piano bars, a margarita bar ("Hi, Jack! Hi, Ciara!"); and any number of different ways to get from any one place to any other: by stairs, by elevator, by main passageway, by side passageway. Later in the afternoon I sat down at a little coffee shop toward the stern of the ship and nursed a cup of lapsang souchong. Seagulls were gliding along in our tailwind. I'd been making good progress on a couple algorithms at work, and I went over some of the key steps in my mind. It was nice being out of the cubicle for a change, sitting in the sunshine, daydreaming instead of coding, watching the seagulls hover and veer. My thoughts eventually wandered back to my room situation. I still couldn't understand why Molly was being so agreeable about sharing the cabin. It dawned on me that maybe she didn't think she had any other choice. Maybe she thought that since she was only here as Mrs. Pendergast's guest, she had to do whatever Denise asked. And so maybe she wasn't really all that used to sharing rooms with random guys either. Maybe she was just doing what she thought was expected. A fellow shipmate, a sort-of member of the same social group she was sort of a member of, needed a place to bunk. She had an empty spot. Didn't shipboard etiquette kind of dictate that she offer to share? But then, by the same token, what did shipboard etiquette expect of me? I finished my tea and ambled back toward the front of the ship. A raucous game of volleyball was taking place in one of the pools. Someone called my name. "Are you going back to the room? I forgot my card." It was Molly. She gave her little shrug. She was wearing a bright yellow bikini. It was fairly conservative, the kind she could wear to the gym, but it called your attention to her shapely legs and her slender tummy. We made our way down the labyrinth of passageways toward our lower deck. The people we passed would have naturally assumed that we were together. "I figured out about dinner," she said. "Everybody has an assigned time and an assigned table. Ours is in about an hour. We can go together if you want." After a couple of wrong turns we finally found our corridor and our little room. It hadn't gotten any bigger in the time we'd been away. But there was a fresh bath towel sitting on the bed, folded into a sort of soft-origami swan. "Look how cute," Molly said. "The housekeepers must have been in." She put her things on the nightstand and fiddled in her suitcase for some clothes. "I'm just going to take a quick shower first." She went into the bathroom, taking the swan along with her. I sat on the foot of the bed and took a look at the schedule. The walls were thin enough that I could hear the water splashing. She came out wrapped in the towel. "It's too cramped to get dressed in there," she said, trying to sound matter-of-fact. She looked around the room, a bit awkwardly. So this was one of the guys-and-girls-sharing-a-cabin rules that I wasn't really familiar with. What was I supposed to do while she got dressed? Step into the bathroom to give her some privacy? Or just ignore her, the way I would if I was sharing the room with a guy? She wasn't completely sure how to play it either. She turned to face the mirror, but that only put her sideways to me. So she turned all the way around, facing the outer door. She tried to give the impression that changing clothes in front of a cabin mate wasn't that big a deal. So I tried to follow her lead. I didn't stare, and she had her back to me, but it was hard not to notice what she was doing. She started by putting on her bra, but as she was pulling it up, her towel slipped, revealing the two round, pretty cheeks of her bottom. She quickly pulled the towel back into place, and I quickly forced my eyes back to the schedule. So it was only with my peripheral vision that I was able to see her stepping into her panties and skirt and buttoning up her blouse. Finally she sat on the chair to fasten her sandals. Our eyes met again. She sighed, then admitted. "I work in a clinic. I often have to help clients get over themselves, when they have to disrobe for an exam, in front of someone they don't know. I think I have better empathy, now. Oh, Dinner is supposed to be smart casual." she remarked. I took that to mean that my polo shirt didn't quite cut it. I'd brought a couple button-down shirts, and so I went over and got one from my suitcase. She nodded approvingly and turned to the mirror, fiddling with her hair. I took off my polo shirt and put on the button one. The dining room was immense, with big round tables like in a reception hall. Molly and I were assigned to a table with some of the other people from our group. I let Molly sit next to Ciara. There was nobody on my other side, which was fine with me. Molly and Ciara found some girl stuff to talk about. The general conversation at the table seemed to be about motorcycles. Denise stopped by to see how everyone was doing. Molly had the chicken and I had the fish. We resisted the hard liquor, but we both had a glass of wine with our meal. Valentin, our engaging Bulgarian waiter, brought us the chit. We had both just assumed that wine was included in the meal, but he explained that it would be added to our room bill. "Will they charge it to Mrs. Pendergast?" Molly whispered, afraid they might. "We'll figure it out," I whispered back, signing for both of us. The magic show didn't start until eight o'clock, so after dinner Molly suggested we just wander around. She showed me the little art gallery she'd discovered on deck six where it met the central atrium. Photographs of interesting doorways on old, rustic buildings. Just past the art gallery was a little gift shop. We went in, and Molly looked at the jewelry counter. She asked the lady to bring out a necklace that caught her eye. I leafed through the post cards, but I didn't really have anyone to send one to. We still had forty-five minutes until the show, so I took Molly up to the miniature golf course. We didn't bother keeping score. I made a couple lucky shots. Then, on the next-to-the-last hole, Molly's shot went wild and bounced onto the next green over. It ricocheted off a bumper and coasted down, curving gently, right into the cup. A perfect hole in one into the wrong hole! "Whoa!" I said. "Remind me never to play you for money." She raised her putter and blew on the end as if it were a smoking rifle barrel. "You should see me at pinball." The magic show was a lot of fun. The magician wore a black hat and cape and his pretty assistant wore a slinky black dress. They did all the traditional tricks with rings and scarves and giant cards. Then, for the grand finale, the magician announced that he was going to make his assistant disappear right before our very eyes. He had her stand at the front of the stage with her arms up and out to the crowd. He waved his wand and, Presto!, she didn't disappear, but her dress did! It was just gone! She kept standing there for a second with her breasts completely exposed and nothing covering her at all except a tiny G-string thong. Finally she realized what had happened. She shrieked, covered herself with her hands, and ran offstage, letting us see that her backside was just as shapely as her front. The magician was shocked that his trick had backfired. Shocked! But the audience was applauding wildly, and so he turned and bowed. And as he swept off his hat, what should fall out but the assistant's little black dress. He picked it up and gave us a sly grin. The assistant came out to take her bow, wrapped in a white ship's towel just like the one Molly had been wearing. When she saw what the magician had in his hand, she snatched it back from him with a nasty glare. The crowd ate it up. Molly was laughing as much as I was. After the show we went back up on deck and strolled a while in the cool night air. The ship was plowing along through moonlit waves, stars twinkling in the sky. Toward the stern, lively dance music was thumping up from the nightclubs below. We found our way down to check it out. We spotted Jack and Ciara in the hip-hop club amidst the flashing strobe lights and pulsing lasers. Jack raised his glass and Ciara called something we didn't quite catch. Further on was the salsa club, throbbing with its own level of intensity. Then came the golden oldies club, somewhat more subdued. And finally a relatively quiet lounge where we sat down and shared a bottle of sparkling water. "It's pretty amazing, isn't it?" Molly said. "I never thought there would be so many different things going on. A whole resort on a single ship! And they can just hoist up the anchor and sail us away to wherever they want to take us." I had to agree. "And the way it's so completely self-contained. I mean, what could we possibly want that they aren't already completely stocked up on? The whole rest of the world could just go ahead and blow itself up and we wouldn't even notice." It had been a pleasant evening. And Denise had been right: it had been fun to have a buddy to share it with. But now we were heading back to our little room, and we had to turn our attention to the more mundane aspects of cabin sharing. Molly went to the bathroom first, and then I did, and then neither of us was quite sure how to proceed. It was becoming pretty clear that she wasn't any more familiar with cabin sharing than I was. Both of us kept looking at the bed. It was up against the outer wall, and almost as long as the cabin was wide. It was going to be awkward getting to the side against the wall without disturbing the other person. Presumably the cabin-sharing etiquette book would have had something to say. I decided that one of us should at least try to pretend that they knew what they were doing. "Would you mind if I took the side with the ocean view?" That seemed like the most gentlemanly arrangement. She didn't argue, and in fact I think she was relieved to have the issue resolved. She opened her suitcase and brought out a pair of frilly, sky-blue pajamas. She looked around again and then turned her back like she had before. I sat down at the foot of the bed. I hadn't even thought to bring any pajamas myself. Well, there wasn't much I could do about it now. I took off my shoes and socks and tried not to pay any undue attention to what she was doing. She stepped into her pajama bottoms and pulled them up under her skirt before taking it off. Then she pulled off her blouse and put on her pajama top so quickly that I caught only the briefest glimpse of her bra strap. Then she reached in under the top, unhooked her bra, and fished it out. Meanwhile, I'd taken off my shirt and pants. I figured I could slip under the covers without her seeing me in my underwear. But then I realized that she'd had a perfect view in the bathroom-door mirror all along. She didn't let on, though. That seemed to be the universal rule of awkward cabin sharing, for girls as well as for guys. Just go about your business and let your cabin mate go about theirs. I crawled up onto the far side of the bed, trying not to notice if she was paying any attention. She turned off the light and got in on her side. I'd had to share beds with other guys before on occasion. What you do is turn your back, keep yourself perfectly still, and imagine that there is an invisible force field that insulates your half of the bed from the entire rest of the universe. I quickly discovered, however, that this technique is not that effective when the person lying beside you is a pretty girl in frilly pajamas. I got such a hard-on that I was sure she could sense it, even though we had our backs turned. So I thought about my algorithms. I rehearsed an upcoming seminar presentation of their salient features. And then I rehearsed it again. And then I rehearsed it again. Sunlight was shining in through the porthole again when I woke up the next morning. Molly was still asleep, but I needed to pee. I edged out of bed, trying my best not to disturb her. I went to the bathroom, then quietly got dressed and slipped out of the room. There were only a few people up on deck at this hour. We'd sailed during the night and were now anchored at the entrance to the harbor at Catalina Island. It was a beautiful morning, the water a rich cerulean blue, the harbor dotted with rows of pretty boats. I came back down and found a dining room that served breakfast. I had a bite and brought back coffee and a roll for Molly. She was up, but still in her pajamas. I told her about the island and tried to show her through the porthole. The way the ship was facing, though, we were only able to see the rugged hills of the island and not the harbor itself. By mid-morning she had talked me into going in to shore with her. It was like being transported back in time to the sunny southern California you see in old-time newsreels: palm trees, cute bungalows, handsome, sun-tanned people sitting at outdoor cafes or lounging under colorful beach umbrellas. We walked all the way along the beachfront to the palatial ballroom at the end, admiring its lovely art-deco mosaics of naked mermaids cavorting amidst swirling kelp forests and playful schools of fish. The huge round floor of the ballroom itself was dark and empty on this weekday morning, but photos along the walls showed elegantly dressed couples waltzing at the annual New Year's Eve ball. Molly was enchanted. "Let's come back for it, want to?" "I'm afraid my ballroom dancing is a little rusty." "Well, you'll have to brush up then." We strolled back along the main boulevard amidst tourists and tradesmen and shopping housewives. We looked in the windows of the boutiques and souvenir shops and had lunch at one of the sidewalk cafes. Molly filled me in on all the latest gossip about the interns and nurses at her clinic. I told her a bit about my algorithms. I may have gotten a little carried away, actually, but she did her best to follow along. Our map showed a botanical garden a couple miles out of town. Molly was game, so after lunch we rented a tourist cart and headed off to look for it. I drove and Molly navigated, and after a few wrong turns we found ourselves bumping along into the dusty interior of the island. It was a warm, sunny afternoon, and we had the place pretty much to ourselves. It had never even occurred to me that there were botanical gardens devoted almost entirely to cactus. I'd certainly never imagined there were so many different varieties: towering suaros like in the cowboy movies; rough organ pipes that shimmered like coral formations on the floor of some strange alien sea; fuzzy white phalluses that tried to lure you into thinking they were cuddly enough to pet; plump barrel cactus with swirling patterns of pristine spikes as geometrically perfect as Faberge eggs. Molly discovered a sprawling specimen that must have taken up a half a city block. It was covered with prickly green Mickey Mouse ears, and on the whole rugged plant there was one lone ear that held a single tiny delicate yellow flower. "That's what I want for my corsage," she said. "When we come back for New Year's Eve." We eventually bumped our way back into town and dropped off the cart. The tender back to the ship was pretty full, and Molly and I had to press up shoulder-to-shoulder on the bench. She closed her eyes in the afternoon sunshine. "A perfect day," she murmured. "And tonight's the gala dinner. And gambling!" "Gala dinner?" She opened one eye just enough to give me a look. "You were supposed to bring a sport coat. It was in the brochure." When we got back to the room we found our towel on the nightstand, folded into the shape of a jungle cat, ready to pounce. I had brought my sports coat, but it was pretty creased from being crammed in my suitcase. Molly hung it in the bathroom when she went in to take her shower. Then when she was done I took my own, making sure to give her plenty of time to get dressed. I cracked the door to see if the coast was clear. She was making her final adjustments in the mirror and stepped aside to let me out. She was wearing a lilac gown with a sequined top and a long swishy skirt. "I got it on sale," she shrugged. But I could tell from the way she kept looking at herself in the mirror that she was pretty pleased with it. Now I was the one who had to get dressed in front of her. I just went at it cabin-buddy style, turning my back and pulling things up under my towel like she had done. When I fetched my sports coat from the bathroom, the creases were a little less noticeable. We made our way up to the dining room. It was nice, actually, being a little dressed up. I found myself walking a little taller, standing a little straighter. Molly took my arm as we made our way to the table, and everyone paused to look. Molly and Ciara chatted about shopping on the island. It turned out that Jack knew something about cacti from his landscaping work and was interested to hear about the botanical garden. The appetizers were oysters on the half shell. It was my first time eating them, and Molly showed me what to do. By the time that dinner was over, the ship had gotten far enough out to sea that the casino was open. Molly walked right in as if she knew what she was doing. She got ten dollars' worth of quarters, and I pitched in another ten, trying my best to match her air of confident sophistication. She went to one of the poker machines, and I drew up a stool beside her. "So what's this system of yours? Or is it a secret?" "I only play until I run out of quarters. That way I never lose more than I'm willing to spend." I didn't think that that was what people meant by a "system," but I didn't say anything. I watched her play a few hands. The machine would deal out five cards. She would select which ones she wanted to keep, and the machine would replace the others. "I usually just bet a quarter. But if we're going to pool our money, we can bet two at a time, OK?" I finally figured out how it worked. If we got anything less than a pair of jacks, the machine would keep our money. If we got jacks or better, it would give us our money back. If we got an even better hand, like two pairs or three of a kind, it would pay out according to a table posted on the screen. All the way up to a hundred bucks for a royal flush. We lost our first few quarters, but then we got three aces, and the machine clunked us six shiny new quarters back out. Molly would study each hand carefully before making her selection. She pretty much chose the same cards that I would have chosen, except she was a little over-optimistic about our chances of getting a straight or a flush. On one hand the machine dealt us the jack and king of diamonds, along with a pair of eights. She eagerly selected to keep the jack and the king. "No, no," I told her. "Keep the eights." "But we have a chance for a royal flush." "But the odds are better for getting another eight." She gave me her look of patient exasperation. "Because look,” I tried to say. But she wasn't particularly interested in my analysis. "OK, Mr. Algorithm." She changed the selection. The machine dealt us a queen, a three, and a six and beeped the forlorn tone that meant "better luck next time." Molly flashed me her told-you-so eyebrows. "Well, we wouldn't have gotten the royal flush either." "Not if we didn't even try!" There was one moment of genuine excitement when we got a full house, sixes and queens. The machine clanged like crazy and quarters came pouring out. But eventually every one of them got re-deposited, never to be seen again. It wasn't really gambling so much as just playing a video game. An enjoyable one, though. There was the dress-up aspect, the battle of wits, the allure of the hundred-dollar jackpot. Molly certainly enjoyed playing, and I enjoyed watching her. I noticed that it was almost time for the show. "Juggling?" Molly wasn't so sure. She rattled our cup. "We still have a few quarters left." "Yes, juggling! I'll have you know that I minored in juggling in college. Come on. It'll be fun." The show was in the forward theatre again, right next to the casino. The Flying Garbanzo Brothers! Hup Hup! Four strapping guys with streaming hair and Frank Zappa mustaches, dressed in colorful gypsy blouses and billowing pantaloons. They juggled everything from tennis balls to bowling pins to pineapples to power tools. One of the brothers, Yakov, had a rakish, devil-may-care attitude and was always grinning at the ladies in the audience. In one of the acts, as balls were whizzing back and forth across the stage, he started making eyes at a blonde in the front row. He began paying less and less attention to his juggling, occasionally letting a ball fly past him, which one of the other brothers would then have to lurch out of formation to keep in play. Finally he just gave up on the juggling altogether and sat down on the edge of the stage, chatting the lady up. The other brothers were flailing frantically to keep all the balls in the air. They began to retire them, one by one, but somehow the very last ball went out of control and arched way up high toward the front of the stage. Yakov casually reached his hand out to the side and caught it without even looking. "Ladies and gentlemen!" announced Ripov, the black brother with dreads, "For our grand finale, a feat of blistering dexterity so flagrantly dangerous that it has never before been attempted within the enclosed confines of a luxury liner!" The brothers proceeded to arrange a panoply of torches and hoops and bales of combustible material all around the stage. Yakov came out sporting a mischievous grin and lugging a big red can, labeled 'gasoline.' Just as he was about to douse the first bale, the stagehand stormed in, a short oriental fellow in a white lab coat and thick black glasses, squawking in a barely intelligible accent and waving the ubiquitous ship safety placard, the one with the picture of the lifesaver on it. Yakov's grin collapsed into a sneer, but he put down the can. "Still never attempted," he muttered under his breath. The brothers juggled the torches anyway, unlit but unwieldy, back and forth through the hoops and over the bales. Suddenly red and orange crepe-paper streamers unfurled and rose up, flickering like flames and giving the impression, at least, of a roaring inferno. All in all, it was enough to get your blood pumping. When the show was over there was a bit of a traffic jam getting out of the theater. I grabbed Molly's hand and dragged her toward a less crowded side exit. Hup hup! We found ourselves in a stateroom passageway, and I kept dragging her along at a rapid pace. "Where are we going?" she asked. "C'mon," I replied. The fact is, I didn't really know. At the end of the passage was a short stairway up to a bulkhead door. We went through and found ourselves outside on a little deck by the lifeboats. The sun had set, but you could still see the frothy wave caps. At the end of the deck was another stairway, and at the top was the entrance to the miniature golf. I still didn't know exactly what I was looking for, but it wasn't miniature golf. There was another way to go, though, even further forward, right along the edge of the bow. Molly was panting from our frantic pace, but she was keeping up. We'd reached the very front of the ship. The image of Leonardo DeCaprio holding Kate Winslet on the bow of the Titanic flashed into my mind. That's what I wanted! Moonlight! Sea spray! Violins! But the forward view was all walled off. The only thing you could see, if you turned around, was the bridge, looming up above us, ominously dark except for the eerie glow from the radar screens. There was a stairway leading up to it, but the sign said "Authorized personnel only." "Kind of not what I was expecting," I said. "Oh, well," she said. She pulled us across to the other side where another deckway led back aft. The wall there was not so high, and we stood for a while, watching the foamy caps and the unbounded emptiness. We had engine noises instead of violins and a stinging wind instead of an enchanted spray. "Do you think they'd even bother to tell us?" she wondered. "Tell us?" "If the world blew itself up." But the wind was just too fierce. We retreated back to the more sheltered parts of the ship. This time Jack and Ciara were in the Salsa Club. They waved us in. "What are you having?" Jack yelled over the music, heading for the bar. Ciara and Molly had to half shout to hear each other. Jack came back with something tall and fruity for Molly and something short and amber colored for me. The music was catchy and persistent. Jack held out his hand and led Molly onto the dance floor. They made a handsome couple: Jack rugged and manly, Molly fresh and pretty. I felt a twinge of jealousy. Molly knew a lot of steps, and she was clearly enjoying herself. I gave Ciara an awkward smile and we walked out to join them. It turned out that Ciara was quite a dancer too. She would lose herself in the music, letting her willowy body become an instrument of its expression. I felt kind of bad that she was stuck having me as her partner, but the dance floor was crowded and she didn't seem to mind. When the song ended, she smiled and put her hand on my arm as she caught her breath. She was attractive, with long, honey-blonde hair and a captivating smile. A bit older than me, but not that much. I tried to picture the two of us going out after we got back home. By the third song it was no longer really clear any more who was dancing with whom. Ciara and Molly were dancing next to each other and laughing together at something one of them had said. Then Ciara turned her attention to Jack, and he gave her a few of the moves that her dancing so richly deserved. They made a striking couple too, in a different way than Jack and Molly. They seemed more appropriate for each other, somehow, a better fit. And there was a genuine cozy affection between them that I could imagine outlasting the cruise. Meanwhile, Molly was dancing beside me now, her freshness and joyful enthusiasm now beamed my way. That seemed more appropriate too. Molly and I finally called it a night. It had been a long, eventful day: mermaids, cacti, sea spray, dancing. We made our way down the corridor to the little room that was beginning to feel more and more like home. I took off my coat. Molly's hair was a bit mussed, but she looked happy, as if her day had been as full and eventful as mine had been. I brought my arms up to give her a little hug. I figured that the rules of cabin etiquette wouldn't begrudge us one little hug. But she stepped into it, and before I knew it we were kissing, a kiss that continued as we shuffled our way toward the bed. We sat down. I put my hand on her shoulder and ran it over her sequined back. She touched my face and let her tongue brush my lips. I stroked her side and whispily brushed her breast. She drew in her breath, then reached behind herself and undid her clasp. Her bodice slipped down like a sequined snake skin, revealing the more luminous, more tender skin beneath. Her breasts were perfect, pale and shy, each one frankly punctuated by a bashful, yearning nipple. I couldn't help but lean in and encircle one of them with my lips, tasting it gently with my own tongue. She held me softly there. The rules of cabin etiquette, it seemed, had been suspended by mutual consent. She lifted herself just enough to slip her gown off the rest of the way. She draped it over the chair and gave me the bashful version of her shrug. We had to get ready for bed after all. I undressed too, placing my clothes on top of hers. She lay down, wearing only her panties. I took off everything and lay down beside her. We glided our hands over each other's arms, over each other's sides, over each other's hips. My penis was sticking out like a sore thumb, but I just let it. I caressed her firm bottom and hitched her closer so that our thighs touched, so that her nipples grazed my chest. I slipped my hand down inside her panties to be even closer to the smooth, cool touch of her skin. Always before, one part of my brain would already have been working out the logistics of getting us back where we would need to go when we were finished. But tonight those concerns were blissfully absent. We were both already right where we needed to be, right in the very bed where we would be spending the night. But there was one concern I couldn't put aside. "I'm afraid I didn't think to bring any protection. Do you think the gift shop might still be open?" "It's okay," she murmured. "I'm protected." We kissed again. She reached down and slipped off her last remaining piece of clothing. So now we both were naked, lying together in each other's arms, in the very bed where we were going to spend the night. It wasn't that I didn't know what to do next, it was just that I was a little bashful to be the one to initiate it. And, truth be told, I was more than happy just to be doing what we were doing, lying together so intimately, so completely within each other's personal space, so fully accepting, so fully accepted. If that was going to be enough for her, it was certainly plenty enough for me. But I didn't object when she knelt up, and straddled my thighs, and took my rigid penis in her hand, and glided her moist vagina down upon it. Neither of us said a word. Partly it was shyness, but partly it was just because there was no need to muddle up with words what our entwined bodies were already saying so well without them. To be continued. By HectorBidon for Literotica.

In this episode we discuss how Maddy is "getting into pops", being shamed by the Presto tapper, eating all the cookies before a cookie swap, the need to make shortbread sexy again, the wig in the room, stars infiltrating the Hallmark sector, the utter castration of CMM, the Rhythm Room's business model, disgracing Magic Mike, the cult-like behaviour of these parents, the 5-inch log cake, and SO MUCH MORE!!!

Paul Prestopino was a musician, inventor, and technician with a long and varied career. From 1970 until its closure in 1989, Paul was a technician at the Record Plant in NYC, a venerated studio that helped produce an endless stream of hit records and launched dozens of careers for the engineers and producers that worked there. While working at the studio, Paul, known to everyone as “Presto,” was charged with the maintenance and care of the recording equipment, but he also played on dozens of albums for bands like Aerosmith, The Hooters, Alice Cooper, Slade, and Edgar Winter. He was also an integral member of the bands of Peter, Paul, and Mary, John Denver, and The Chad Mitchell Trio. Paul was part of the lifeblood of the Record Plant, and his passing in 2023 was felt deeply by those who worked with him at the studio. Our very own John Agnello organized this special memorial episode for Paul, where we interview Record Plant alumni and Paul's brother, Greg Prestopino, to pay homage to a man who touched so many lives through his work and music.   

December 8-14, 1979 This week Ken welcomes former Farside singer/guitarist, voice actor, and all around good dude Popeye Vogelsang to the show. Ken and Popeye discuss disrespecting the Fonz, leaving a legacy, where Potsy and Ralph Malph ended up, knocking out Paulie Shore, nicknames, ADR, voicing for video games, smoking, putting allen wrenches in cigarette filters, low tar, lower tar, even lower tar, growing up in Orange County, 80s SoCal punk rock, Watt, being innocent, Dick Cavett, SCTV, the greatness of Dave Thomas, Christmas with Cigarettes, how all women love Robert Redford, The Jane Fonda Workout, piledriving, non-sequitur movie ads, "coming this Christmas", Norman Fell, putting two names in alphabetical order incorrectly, Hanna Barbera characters singing We Are Family, Farrah Fawcett and Jeff Bridges in the beloved Christmas classic "Somebody Killed Her Husband", candlepin bowling, The Return of the Pink Panther, Don Kirshner's Rock Concert, being confused by Heart playing with Smokey Robinson and Olivia Newton John, A Charlie Brown Christmas, 8-Tracks, menthol, getting interviewed by Ali G, Surgeon General C. Everett Coop, Happy Days, The Wild Wild World of Animals, Fight or Flight, Lorenzo Lamas, Chuck Berry's weirdness, Real People vs That's Incredible, whistling through your navel, washing coins, Donahue after dark, Doug Henning, how you can't top Martin Short, boxing head injuries, Laverne and Shirley, the god like powers of Michael McKeon, Lenny and the Squigtones, Dom DeLuise, renting VHS tapes to Donny Osmond, Rockford Files, Jaws 2, Summer Without Boys, 30 Minutes: the kids version of 60 minutes, the Christmas miracle of Adam Rich, subversion on television, how massive Hart to Hart was in the UK, being a Presto household, never having to do laundry thanks to promotional t-shirts, and the value of just screwing around. 

Send us a textWelcome back to "Laundromat News Today" with Jordan Berry!In this must-watch episode, we dive into the latest headlines and developments that matter most to laundromat owners, operators, and industry enthusiasts. Stay ahead of the curve and keep your laundromat business thriving by staying informed on these game-changing updates.Key Takeaways:Trump's Election Impact: Understand how the newly elected President's policies may affect small businesses, particularly laundromats.Community Hub: Explore the unique role laundromats play in bringing communities together, especially during critical times like elections.Innovative Technologies: Learn about the groundbreaking Presto and WASH Multifamily partnership, and the latest from Laundry Robotics with their 'Roger' towel folding machine.Franchise Developments: Get insights on Tide Laundry's impressive 51-unit deal and recognize the increasing trend of institutional money flowing into our industry.Market Growth: Discover why the dry cleaning and laundry service market is projected to hit $14.26 billion by 2030 and what it means for your business.Why Listen? As a laundromat owner, staying informed about industry trends, technological advancements, and economic shifts is crucial for maintaining a competitive edge. This episode provides vital insights and strategic advice to help you navigate these changes and prepare your business for future success.Have industry news? Send it to us at news@laundromatresource.comConnect With UsYouTubeInstagramFacebookLinkedInTwitterTikTok