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Read transcriptAttention, digital duelists and pixel-punching prodigies! Prepare to digivolve your eardrums as Play Comics takes a nostalgia-fueled dive into the arena of Digimon Rumble Arena on the PlayStation 1. This episode is more loaded than Agumon after a spicy curry feast! Joining us in this byte-sized battle royale is none other than Derek B Gayle, the podcast polymath behind such hard hitting podcasts on the Glitterjaw Queer Podcast Collective such as Gimmicks, Walloping Websnappers, Lee Carvallo's Podding Challenge, Skreeonk!, Falling with Style, and probably a few more shows he's cooked up while you were reading this sentence. Together, we'll explore how this fighting game adaptation captured the essence of the Digimon anime faster than you can say “Prodigious!” So grab your Digivice, dust off that PS1 memory card, and get ready to rumble through this electrifying episode. Will Digimon Rumble Arena prove to be the champion of anime game adaptations, or will it get sent back to the Digital World? Tune in to find out – it's time to digi-modify your podcast playlist! Learn such things as: Considering that you don't know the evolution path of these monsters, are Digimon NFTs? Is this the epitome of a game made with source material love? Is there room in the world for this and Pokemon? And so much more! You can find Derek @DerekBGayle on Bluesky, Instagram, and other social media platforms that may or may not exist when this was posted, hear him on other podcasts on the Glitterjaw Queer Podcast Collective such as Gimmicks, Walloping Websnappers, Lee Carvallo's Podding Challenge, Skreeonk!, and Falling with Style. Also catch him on Twitch @misterdarebear and catch any future things on DerekBGayle.com. If you want to be a guest on the show please check out the Be a A Guest on the Show page and let me know what you're interested in. If you want to help support the show check out the Play Comics Patreon page or head over to the Support page if you want to go another route. You can also check out the Play Comics Merch Store. Play Comics is part of the Gonna Geek Network, which is a wonderful collection of geeky podcasts. Be sure to check out the other shows on Gonna Geek if you need more of a nerd fix. You can find Play Comics @playcomics.bsky.social on Bluesky, @playcomicscaston Twitter and in the Play Comics Podcast Fan Groupon Facebook. A big thanks to Geeks Unleashed and Spawnography for the promos today. Intro/Outro Music by Backing Track, who is still on the search for an analog digimon monster. Support Play Comics by contributing to their tip jar: https://tips.pinecast.com/jar/playcomics

Episode 5 of our Digimon Show! Finishing up the 2nd arc of the show!

Prodigious Podcast Episode 4 by Leftover Army Podcast

Continuing on with our Digimon rundown, it's episodes 9-13 of Digimon Adventure!

We have episode 2 of our Digimon podcast, covering episodes 5-8. What new strange things will we see this time? Join us to find out!

Welcome to a new ongoing series on the LOM podcast. By suggestion of Leo Bateman, him, myself, and Zach Cross, are going to be diving into the classic Digimon: Digital Monsters anime First up, episodes 1-4

TOONHOUNDSMON DIGI-ARMOR DIGIVOLVE TO.... NEWEPISODEMON Hello. This week we were joined by friend of the show N8Bit to discuss one of the most convoluted, complex, complicated, convex and concave movies we've ever seen: Digimon The Movie. A Frankenstein's monster of a film stitched together from three separate releases. But we also watched the first episode of Digimon Tamers, a series rightfully well loved by many, and the sort of thing that would have gotten us so many likes on social media if we bothered with that shit. Prodigious. --- N8bit - @n8bit.bsky.social ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/Toonhounds⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Rich Masters - @richmasters.bsky.social Spivzy - @spivzy.bsky.social music by VidaZen ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://vidazen.carrd.co/⁠

Kate Schwartz (formerly known as Mark Schwartz) is a central Illinois musician who has recorded over 40 albums under her own name and with bands End Times Trio, Forest Saints, Tin Ghost, Demons on Wheels, and collaborations like Petulant Clark. Kate shares how she recently transitoned and how she facillitates a trans support group at the Phoenix Center.

Dr. Richard Alan Miller has a long and extensive resume in the fields of Physics, Metaphysics and Agriculture. Here are just some of the highlights from his very rich and varied resume – from solid state physics to states of consciousness and much in between…Prodigious from an early age, two of Richard Miller's high school science projects were adopted by NASA, including one used in the Mariner 4 mission to determine the amount of water on the planet Mars. At age 16 he built a linear accelerator and hydrogen bubble chamber for a science fair project and was the first American to demonstrate particles going faster than the speed of light.He's been involved in research and projects – many at top secret level – that have formed the basis of several modern-day scientific inventions. Miller's research in the field of paranormal began as a graduate physicist working 11 years with Navy Intel (Anesthesiology).   His work includes foundational papers on A Holographic Concept of Reality and Embryonic Holography and work with microwaves and synthetic telepathy. He was used as Timothy Leary's experimental guinea pig to see what the effects of LSD were when taken by a Mensa level genius.Dr. Miller was the real-life character that the X-Files' Fox Mulder was based on – investigating unexplained phenomena for Navy Seal Corp and MRU, which put him in the path of many incredible life experiences, including an encounter with an alien and travel to an underground Antarctic Nazi base.He conducted ESP experiments with astronaut Edgar Mitchell on the dark side of the Moon, and he developed early protocols and trained Navy Seals in ESP and Super Soldier techniques.As an agriculturalist, he is a recognized expert in the growing and marketing of crops and herbals and has invented ingenious and effective farm machinery specific to the type of crops to be harvested and had input into production of some of the largest crop producers in the world.He's even played tennis at a Davis Cup level.His metaphysical works spring from his mother and grandmother, who were renowned psychic investigators and he himself is a high-level initiate of several traditions and lodges. His grandfather was the magician who trained Houdini.Dr. Miller's key strength is in “joining the dots” and drawing from his vast pool of research and insight to find ingenious links and applications for designs, projects and development.As an author he has written prolifically, with some most recent releases including Power Tools for the 21st Century and ESP Induction Through Forms of Self-Hypnosis. He has also recently released audio courses in Metaphysics.And all of that is just the tip of the iceberg! Dr. Richard Alan Miller is a ‘whirlwind experience' to behold.A pioneer in the annals of metaphysical and paranormal exploration, he is re-emerging as a preferred internet radio guest at a critical time in humanity's, evolution where metaphysics and practical survival converge.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-x-zone-radio-tv-show--1078348/support.

All things work together for good to the called -- to those who love the Lord.

All things work together for good to the called -- to those who love the Lord.

One of the Best Photography Podcasts To Listen To In 2024 (per Amateur Photographer magazine) returns to bask in some praise for a change! In this blockbuster XL episode, we run down our travels in Europe and Canada, recap recent celebrity photo shoots, exult over exotic gear acquisitions, and dive to the bottom of our Prodigious and Informative Mailbag™! Tune in to see what the fuss is about!THE BIGGEST NEWS: our smash hit podcast earned global acclaim, as Amateur Photographer named us one of the best photography podcasts of 2024! Thanks, Jess Miller!you'd be wise to consult Lina Bessonova's invaluable hand check guide before travelingJeff once again experienced sudden XPan battery death after less than a month (= 30 rolls), so mock his spreadsheet at your perila Czech photographer picked on Jeff for daring to do portraits with a pano camera - also, he failed to make the cut for Brooklyn Film Camera's photo show - the shame!finding film in far-flung locations is HARD, so stock upJeff recounts an extremely bad experience with a Rome photo labnot to be out-traveled, Gabe went to Canada with his Leica M10 and Noctilux - what's more, he:…visited Leitz Road in Midland, Ontario so his lens could see its birthplace…hung out with Jessica Devic at Youthful Vengeance Coffee in Toronto - she's a tremendous photographer, check her out…toured Memento Film Lab in Toronto…shot Claire Hinkley with the peerless Olympus 35 RC and monstrous Mamiya C330…and had a Fred Coury rock 'n' roll idyll at the Rainbow and Whisky a Go Go with Taime Downe of Faster PussycatJeff harpooned a long-sought white whale you've never heard of: the Petri Color 35 CustomGabe bonded with a TSA agent at Toronto Airport who turned out to be a film shooterbehold the B&H Lego set!check out the Half Frame List of half-cookie cameras in current productionwe'll be at the Bruce Gilden and Vivian Maier shows at Fotografiska in Augustand finally, our Prodigious and Informative Mailbag™, featuring plenty of fierce clapback about the Pentax 17

In an astounding report this episode, we've got some eye-opening ocean updates you won't want to miss. We also have some very interesting air freight market news items; some of which will definitely have an impact on this year's busy season. We also share an uplifting fun fact about how a local Crane Cares Team is making a decidedly deciduous difference in Mexico... Tune in!

A dramatic reading by Jason Louv of the 1819 poem "The Fall of Hyperion—A Dream" by John Keats, set to music by Jason. Not uncommon for the 19th century, it is awash in occult and Hermetic symbolism.  Show Links Magick.Me Magick.Me's Fast-Growing YouTube Channel: Like and Subscribe!!!   The full text of the poem follows: "The Fall of Hyperion—A Dream" John Keats CANTO I Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave A paradise for a sect; the savage too From forth the loftiest fashion of his sleep Guesses at Heaven; pity these have not Trac'd upon vellum or wild Indian leaf The shadows of melodious utterance. But bare of laurel they live, dream, and die; For Poesy alone can tell her dreams, With the fine spell of words alone can save Imagination from the sable charm And dumb enchantment. Who alive can say, 'Thou art no Poet may'st not tell thy dreams?' Since every man whose soul is not a clod Hath visions, and would speak, if he had loved And been well nurtured in his mother tongue. Whether the dream now purpos'd to rehearse Be poet's or fanatic's will be known When this warm scribe my hand is in the grave. Methought I stood where trees of every clime, Palm, myrtle, oak, and sycamore, and beech, With plantain, and spice blossoms, made a screen; In neighbourhood of fountains, by the noise Soft showering in my ears, and, by the touch Of scent, not far from roses. Turning round I saw an arbour with a drooping roof Of trellis vines, and bells, and larger blooms, Like floral censers swinging light in air; Before its wreathed doorway, on a mound Of moss, was spread a feast of summer fruits, Which, nearer seen, seem'd refuse of a meal By angel tasted or our Mother Eve; For empty shells were scattered on the grass, And grape stalks but half bare, and remnants more, Sweet smelling, whose pure kinds I could not know. Still was more plenty than the fabled horn Thrice emptied could pour forth, at banqueting For Proserpine return'd to her own fields, Where the white heifers low. And appetite More yearning than on earth I ever felt Growing within, I ate deliciously; And, after not long, thirsted, for thereby Stood a cool vessel of transparent juice Sipp'd by the wander'd bee, the which I took, And, pledging all the mortals of the world, And all the dead whose names are in our lips, Drank. That full draught is parent of my theme. No Asian poppy nor elixir fine Of the soon fading jealous Caliphat, No poison gender'd in close monkish cell To thin the scarlet conclave of old men, Could so have rapt unwilling life away. Among the fragrant husks and berries crush'd, Upon the grass I struggled hard against The domineering potion; but in vain: The cloudy swoon came on, and down I sunk Like a Silenus on an antique vase. How long I slumber'd 'tis a chance to guess. When sense of life return'd, I started up As if with wings; but the fair trees were gone, The mossy mound and arbour were no more: I look'd around upon the carved sides Of an old sanctuary with roof august, Builded so high, it seem'd that filmed clouds Might spread beneath, as o'er the stars of heaven; So old the place was, I remember'd none The like upon the earth: what I had seen Of grey cathedrals, buttress'd walls, rent towers, The superannuations of sunk realms, Or Nature's rocks toil'd hard in waves and winds, Seem'd but the faulture of decrepit things To that eternal domed monument. Upon the marble at my feet there lay Store of strange vessels and large draperies, Which needs had been of dyed asbestos wove, Or in that place the moth could not corrupt, So white the linen, so, in some, distinct Ran imageries from a sombre loom. All in a mingled heap confus'd there lay Robes, golden tongs, censer and chafing dish, Girdles, and chains, and holy jewelries. Turning from these with awe, once more I rais'd My eyes to fathom the space every way; The embossed roof, the silent massy range Of columns north and south, ending in mist Of nothing, then to eastward, where black gates Were shut against the sunrise evermore. Then to the west I look'd, and saw far off An image, huge of feature as a cloud, At level of whose feet an altar slept, To be approach'd on either side by steps, And marble balustrade, and patient travail To count with toil the innumerable degrees. Towards the altar sober paced I went, Repressing haste, as too unholy there; And, coming nearer, saw beside the shrine One minist'ring; and there arose a flame. When in mid May the sickening East wind Shifts sudden to the south, the small warm rain Melts out the frozen incense from all flowers, And fills the air with so much pleasant health That even the dying man forgets his shroud; Even so that lofty sacrificial fire, Sending forth Maian incense, spread around Forgetfulness of everything but bliss, And clouded all the altar with soft smoke, From whose white fragrant curtains thus I heard Language pronounc'd: 'If thou canst not ascend 'These steps, die on that marble where thou art. 'Thy flesh, near cousin to the common dust, 'Will parch for lack of nutriment thy bones 'Will wither in few years, and vanish so 'That not the quickest eye could find a grain 'Of what thou now art on that pavement cold. 'The sands of thy short life are spent this hour, 'And no hand in the universe can turn 'Thy hourglass, if these gummed leaves be burnt 'Ere thou canst mount up these immortal steps.' I heard, I look'd: two senses both at once, So fine, so subtle, felt the tyranny Of that fierce threat and the hard task proposed. Prodigious seem'd the toil, the leaves were yet Burning when suddenly a palsied chill Struck from the paved level up my limbs, And was ascending quick to put cold grasp Upon those streams that pulse beside the throat: I shriek'd; and the sharp anguish of my shriek Stung my own ears I strove hard to escape The numbness; strove to gain the lowest step. Slow, heavy, deadly was my pace: the cold Grew stifling, suffocating, at the heart; And when I clasp'd my hands I felt them not. One minute before death, my iced foot touch'd The lowest stair; and as it touch'd, life seem'd To pour in at the toes: I mounted up, As once fair angels on a ladder flew From the green turf to Heaven. 'Holy Power,' Cried I, approaching near the horned shrine, 'What am I that should so be saved from death? 'What am I that another death come not 'To choke my utterance sacrilegious here?' Then said the veiled shadow 'Thou hast felt 'What 'tis to die and live again before 'Thy fated hour. That thou hadst power to do so 'Is thy own safety; thou hast dated on 'Thy doom.' 'High Prophetess,' said I, 'purge off, 'Benign, if so it please thee, my mind's film.' 'None can usurp this height,' return'd that shade, 'But those to whom the miseries of the world 'Are misery, and will not let them rest. 'All else who find a haven in the world, 'Where they may thoughtless sleep away their days, 'If by a chance into this fane they come, 'Rot on the pavement where thou rottedst half.' 'Are there not thousands in the world,' said I, Encourag'd by the sooth voice of the shade, 'Who love their fellows even to the death; 'Who feel the giant agony of the world; 'And more, like slaves to poor humanity, 'Labour for mortal good? I sure should see 'Other men here; but I am here alone.' 'Those whom thou spak'st of are no vision'ries,' Rejoin'd that voice; 'they are no dreamers weak; 'They seek no wonder but the human face, 'No music but a happy noted voice; 'They come not here, they have no thought to come; 'And thou art here, for thou art less than they: 'What benefit canst thou do, or all thy tribe, 'To the great world? Thou art a dreaming thing, 'A fever of thyself think of the Earth; 'What bliss even in hope is there for thee? 'What haven? every creature hath its home; 'Every sole man hath days of joy and pain, 'Whether his labours be sublime or low 'The pain alone; the joy alone; distinct: 'Only the dreamer venoms all his days, 'Bearing more woe than all his sins deserve. 'Therefore, that happiness be somewhat shar'd, 'Such things as thou art are admitted oft 'Into like gardens thou didst pass erewhile, 'And suffer'd in these temples: for that cause 'Thou standest safe beneath this statue's knees.' 'That I am favour'd for unworthiness, 'By such propitious parley medicin'd 'In sickness not ignoble, I rejoice, 'Aye, and could weep for love of such award.' So answer'd I, continuing, 'If it please, 'Majestic shadow, tell me: sure not all 'Those melodies sung into the world's ear 'Are useless: sure a poet is a sage; 'A humanist, physician to all men. 'That I am none I feel, as vultures feel 'They are no birds when eagles are abroad. 'What am I then? Thou spakest of my tribe: 'What tribe?' The tall shade veil'd in drooping white Then spake, so much more earnest, that the breath Moved the thin linen folds that drooping hung About a golden censer from the hand Pendent. 'Art thou not of the dreamer tribe? 'The poet and the dreamer are distinct, 'Diverse, sheer opposite, antipodes. 'The one pours out a balm upon the world, 'The other vexes it.' Then shouted I Spite of myself, and with a Pythia's spleen, 'Apollo! faded! O far flown Apollo! 'Where is thy misty pestilence to creep 'Into the dwellings, through the door crannies 'Of all mock lyrists, large self worshipers, 'And careless Hectorers in proud bad verse. 'Though I breathe death with them it will be life 'To see them sprawl before me into graves. 'Majestic shadow, tell me where I am, 'Whose altar this; for whom this incense curls; 'What image this whose face I cannot see, 'For the broad marble knees; and who thou art, 'Of accent feminine so courteous?' Then the tall shade, in drooping linens veil'd, Spoke out, so much more earnest, that her breath Stirr'd the thin folds of gauze that drooping hung About a golden censer from her hand Pendent; and by her voice I knew she shed Long treasured tears. 'This temple, sad and lone, 'Is all spar'd from the thunder of a war 'Foughten long since by giant hierarchy 'Against rebellion: this old image here, 'Whose carved features wrinkled as he fell, 'Is Saturn's; I Moneta, left supreme 'Sole priestess of this desolation.' I had no words to answer, for my tongue, Useless, could find about its roofed home No syllable of a fit majesty To make rejoinder to Moneta's mourn. There was a silence, while the altar's blaze Was fainting for sweet food: I look'd thereon, And on the paved floor, where nigh were piled Faggots of cinnamon, and many heaps Of other crisped spice wood then again I look'd upon the altar, and its horns Whiten'd with ashes, and its lang'rous flame, And then upon the offerings again; And so by turns till sad Moneta cried, 'The sacrifice is done, but not the less 'Will I be kind to thee for thy good will. 'My power, which to me is still a curse, 'Shall be to thee a wonder; for the scenes 'Still swooning vivid through my globed brain 'With an electral changing misery 'Thou shalt with those dull mortal eyes behold, 'Free from all pain, if wonder pain thee not.' As near as an immortal's sphered words Could to a mother's soften, were these last: And yet I had a terror of her robes, And chiefly of the veils, that from her brow Hung pale, and curtain'd her in mysteries That made my heart too small to hold its blood. This saw that Goddess, and with sacred hand Parted the veils. Then saw I a wan face, Not pin'd by human sorrows, but bright blanch'd By an immortal sickness which kills not; It works a constant change, which happy death Can put no end to; deathwards progressing To no death was that visage; it had pass'd The lily and the snow; and beyond these I must not think now, though I saw that face But for her eyes I should have fled away. They held me back, with a benignant light Soft mitigated by divinest lids Half closed, and visionless entire they seem'd Of all external things; they saw me not, But in blank splendour beam'd like the mild moon, Who comforts those she sees not, who knows not What eyes are upward cast. As I had found A grain of gold upon a mountain side, And twing'd with avarice strain'd out my eyes To search its sullen entrails rich with ore, So at the view of sad Moneta's brow I ach'd to see what things the hollow brain Behind enwombed: what high tragedy In the dark secret chambers of her skull Was acting, that could give so dread a stress To her cold lips, and fill with such a light Her planetary eyes, and touch her voice With such a sorrow 'Shade of Memory!' Cried I, with act adorant at her feet, 'By all the gloom hung round thy fallen house, 'By this last temple, by the golden age, 'By great Apollo, thy dear Foster Child, 'And by thyself, forlorn divinity, 'The pale Omega of a withered race, 'Let me behold, according as thou saidst, 'What in thy brain so ferments to and fro!' No sooner had this conjuration pass'd My devout lips, than side by side we stood (Like a stunt bramble by a solemn pine) Deep in the shady sadness of a vale, Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon and eve's one star. Onward I look'd beneath the gloomy boughs, And saw, what first I thought an image huge, Like to the image pedestal'd so high In Saturn's temple. Then Moneta's voice Came brief upon mine ear 'So Saturn sat When he had lost his realms ' whereon there grew A power within me of enormous ken To see as a god sees, and take the depth Of things as nimbly as the outward eye Can size and shape pervade. The lofty theme At those few words hung vast before my mind, With half unravel'd web. I set myself Upon an eagle's watch, that I might see, And seeing ne'er forget. No stir of life Was in this shrouded vale, not so much air As in the zoning of a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell there did it rest. A stream went voiceless by, still deaden'd more By reason of the fallen divinity Spreading more shade; the Naiad 'mid her reeds Press'd her cold finger closer to her lips. Along the margin sand large footmarks went No farther than to where old Saturn's feet Had rested, and there slept, how long a sleep! Degraded, cold, upon the sodden ground His old right hand lay nerveless, listless, dead, Unsceptred; and his realmless eyes were clos'd, While his bow'd head seem'd listening to the Earth, His ancient mother, for some comfort yet. It seem'd no force could wake him from his place; But there came one who with a kindred hand Touch'd his wide shoulders after bending low With reverence, though to one who knew it not. Then came the griev'd voice of Mnemosyne, And griev'd I hearken'd. 'That divinity 'Whom thou saw'st step from yon forlornest wood, 'And with slow pace approach our fallen King, 'Is Thea, softest natur'd of our brood.' I mark'd the Goddess in fair statuary Surpassing wan Moneta by the head, And in her sorrow nearer woman's tears. There was a listening fear in her regard, As if calamity had but begun; As if the vanward clouds of evil days Had spent their malice, and the sullen rear Was with its stored thunder labouring up. One hand she press'd upon that aching spot Where beats the human heart, as if just there, Though an immortal, she felt cruel pain; The other upon Saturn's bended neck She laid, and to the level of his hollow ear Leaning with parted lips, some words she spake In solemn tenor and deep organ tune; Some mourning words, which in our feeble tongue Would come in this like accenting; how frail To that large utterance of the early Gods! 'Saturn! look up and for what, poor lost King? 'I have no comfort for thee; no not one; 'I cannot cry, Wherefore thus sleepest thou? 'For Heaven is parted from thee, and the Earth 'Knows thee not, so afflicted, for a God; 'And Ocean too, with all its solemn noise, 'Has from thy sceptre pass'd, and all the air 'Is emptied of thine hoary majesty: 'Thy thunder, captious at the new command, 'Rumbles reluctant o'er our fallen house; 'And thy sharp lightning, in unpracticed hands, 'Scorches and burns our once serene domain. 'With such remorseless speed still come new woes, 'That unbelief has not a space to breathe. 'Saturn! sleep on: Me thoughtless, why should I 'Thus violate thy slumbrous solitude? 'Why should I ope thy melancholy eyes? 'Saturn, sleep on, while at thy feet I weep.' As when upon a tranced summer night Forests, branch charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a noise, Save from one gradual solitary gust, Swelling upon the silence; dying off; As if the ebbing air had but one wave; So came these words, and went; the while in tears She press'd her fair large forehead to the earth, Just where her fallen hair might spread in curls A soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet. Long, long those two were postured motionless, Like sculpture builded up upon the grave Of their own power. A long awful time I look'd upon them: still they were the same; The frozen God still bending to the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet, Moneta silent. Without stay or prop But my own weak mortality, I bore The load of this eternal quietude, The unchanging gloom, and the three fixed shapes Ponderous upon my senses, a whole moon. For by my burning brain I measured sure Her silver seasons shedded on the night, And ever day by day methought I grew More gaunt and ghostly. Oftentimes I pray'd Intense, that Death would take me from the vale And all its burthens gasping with despair Of change, hour after hour I curs'd myself; Until old Saturn rais'd his faded eyes, And look'd around and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess at his feet. As the moist scent of flowers, and grass, and leaves Fills forest dells with a pervading air, Known to the woodland nostril, so the words Of Saturn fill'd the mossy glooms around, Even to the hollows of time eaten oaks And to the windings of the foxes' hole, With sad low tones, while thus he spake, and sent Strange musings to the solitary Pan. 'Moan, brethren, moan; for we are swallow'd up 'And buried from all Godlike exercise 'Of influence benign on planets pale, 'And peaceful sway above man's harvesting, 'And all those acts which Deity supreme 'Doth ease its heart of love in. Moan and wail, 'Moan, brethren, moan; for lo, the rebel spheres 'Spin round, the stars their ancient courses keep, 'Clouds still with shadowy moisture haunt the earth, 'Still suck their fill of light from sun and moon, 'Still buds the tree, and still the sea shores murmur; 'There is no death in all the Universe, 'No smell of death there shall be death Moan, moan, 'Moan, Cybele, moan; for thy pernicious babes 'Have changed a God into a shaking Palsy. 'Moan, brethren, moan, for I have no strength left, 'Weak as the reed weak feeble as my voice 'O, O, the pain, the pain of feebleness. 'Moan, moan, for still I thaw or give me help; 'Throw down those imps, and give me victory. 'Let me hear other groans, and trumpets blown 'Of triumph calm, and hymns of festival 'From the gold peaks of Heaven's high piled clouds; 'Voices of soft proclaim, and silver stir 'Of strings in hollow shells; and let there be 'Beautiful things made new, for the surprise 'Of the sky children.' So he feebly ceas'd, With such a poor and sickly sounding pause, Methought I heard some old man of the earth Bewailing earthly loss; nor could my eyes And ears act with that pleasant unison of sense Which marries sweet sound with the grace of form, And dolorous accent from a tragic harp With large limb'd visions. More I scrutinized: Still fix'd he sat beneath the sable trees, Whose arms spread straggling in wild serpent forms, With leaves all hush'd; his awful presence there (Now all was silent) gave a deadly lie To what I erewhile heard only his lips Trembled amid the white curls of his beard. They told the truth, though, round, the snowy locks Hung nobly, as upon the face of heaven A mid day fleece of clouds. Thea arose, And stretched her white arm through the hollow dark, Pointing some whither: whereat he too rose Like a vast giant, seen by men at sea To grow pale from the waves at dull midnight. They melted from my sight into the woods; Ere I could turn, Moneta cried, 'These twain 'Are speeding to the families of grief, 'Where roof'd in by black rocks they waste, in pain 'And darkness, for no hope.' And she spake on, As ye may read who can unwearied pass Onward from the antechamber of this dream, Where even at the open doors awhile I must delay, and glean my memory Of her high phrase: perhaps no further dare. CANTO II 'Mortal, that thou may'st understand aright, 'I humanize my sayings to thine ear, 'Making comparisons of earthly things; 'Or thou might'st better listen to the wind, 'Whose language is to thee a barren noise, 'Though it blows legend laden through the trees. 'In melancholy realms big tears are shed, 'More sorrow like to this, and such like woe, 'Too huge for mortal tongue, or pen of scribe. 'The Titans fierce, self hid or prison bound, 'Groan for the old allegiance once more, 'Listening in their doom for Saturn's voice. 'But one of our whole eagle brood still keeps 'His sov'reignty, and rule, and majesty; 'Blazing Hyperion on his orbed fire 'Still sits, still snuffs the incense teeming up 'From man to the sun's God: yet unsecure, 'For as upon the earth dire prodigies 'Fright and perplex, so also shudders he: 'Nor at dog's howl or gloom bird's Even screech, 'Or the familiar visitings of one 'Upon the first toll of his passing bell: 'But horrors, portioned to a giant nerve, 'Make great Hyperion ache. His palace bright, 'Bastion'd with pyramids of glowing gold, 'And touch'd with shade of bronzed obelisks, 'Glares a blood red through all the thousand courts, 'Arches, and domes, and fiery galleries: 'And all its curtains of Aurorian clouds 'Flush angerly; when he would taste the wreaths 'Of incense breath'd aloft from sacred hills, 'Instead of sweets his ample palate takes 'Savour of poisonous brass and metals sick. 'Wherefore when harbour'd in the sleepy West, 'After the full completion of fair day, 'For rest divine upon exalted couch 'And slumber in the arms of melody, 'He paces through the pleasant hours of ease 'With strides colossal, on from hall to hall; 'While far within each aisle and deep recess 'His winged minions in close clusters stand 'Amaz'd, and full of fear; like anxious men, 'Who on a wide plain gather in sad troops, 'When earthquakes jar their battlements and towers. 'Even now, while Saturn, roused from icy trance, 'Goes step for step with Thea from yon woods, 'Hyperion, leaving twilight in the rear, 'Is sloping to the threshold of the West. 'Thither we tend.' Now in clear light I stood, Reliev'd from the dusk vale. Mnemosyne Was sitting on a square edg'd polish'd stone, That in its lucid depth reflected pure Her priestess garments. My quick eyes ran on From stately nave to nave, from vault to vault, Through bow'rs of fragrant and enwreathed light And diamond paved lustrous long arcades. Anon rush'd by the bright Hyperion; His flaming robes stream'd out beyond his heels, And gave a roar, as if of earthly fire, That scared away the meek ethereal hours And made their dove wings tremble. On he flared. THE END 1819

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Prodigious readers Kate De Goldi and Elizabeth Knox are in to share their favourite books. 

There are few downhill mountain bikers that are so multifaceted as Neko MulallyRacer. Not only is he racing World Cups, but he also runs a race series, supports grassroots riding and racing, has his own brand and team, develops his own bike, AND somehow finds time to represent the riders' union and scout the next big thing in US downhill. In this far-ranging chat, we try to cover as much as possible knowing full well that might just be a thankless task.

Professor Lucy Blue is captivated by the Nabataeans – the ancient Arab traders best known for their rock-cut capital of Petra. Here she speaks to Michele Stefanile from the University of Naples Federico II about two recently located submerged Nebataean temples in the Bay of Naples. Prodigious traders, the Nebataeans traded in luxury goods from the Arabian Peninsula such as frankincense and shipped grain and bitumen from Egypt via Alexandria to Rome through the ancient harbour of Puteoli (now known as Pozzuoli).  Hear how these discoveries reveal the role of the Nabataeans at this Republican period port and why these wealthy merchants built temples with Italian marble clad altars inscribed with Latin dedications to their Gods. 

Alasdair, Barlow and Michael discuss and analyse the latest European football news. The boys look at Girona's total football, Rudi Garcia's Neapolitan chapter, Francesco Farioli's fascinating managerial pilgrimage, Granit Xhaka's integral role at Xabi Alonso's high-flying Bayer Leverkusen, and more. 2:32: Where will the upcoming Derby della Madonnina be won and lost? / 27:47 - Which underlying numbers from Francesco Farioli's time in Turkey perhaps ought to have undermined the 34-year-old manager's social media bandwagon prior to his recent appointment by Nice? / 38:00 - With a level of expectation arguably not seen at Camp Nou since the emergence of a certain Leo Messi almost two decades ago, why should we be so excited about Barcelona's latest wonderkid, Lamine Yamal? / 50:29 - Following Bayer Leverkusen's perfect start to the new Bundesliga campaign and a summer of shrewd recruitment at the Bay Arena, how might we assess the club's chances of challenging Bayern Munich for the league title?

Most everyone knows Margaret Atwood's name for her seminal work “The Handmaid's Tale”. “The Handmaid's Tale” is more relevant with each passing day – exploring women's bodily autonomy, the environment, autocratic regimes, and even the banning of books. Atwood also wrote a stirring modern adaption of William Shakespeare's “The Tempest”, entitled “Hagseed”. Atwood's take on the classic grapples with crucial themes including the illusion of justice, the sanctity of family, reality, and even colonization.

Prodigious armed robber and expert escaper John Killick escaped custody in three states, once in a helicopter hijacked by his girlfriend.  Most of the police and prison officers who chased or caged him over more than 50 years are long gone, while John has written five books. But the brutality of Pentridge has stayed with him. Killick takes host John Silvester inside the giant bluestone walls that hid callous brutality, resulting in angry men being released back into the community.  Click on the links to subscribe https://subscribe.theage.com.au or https://subscribe.smh.com.au If you or anyone you know needs support, call Lifeline 13 11 14, Mensline 1300 789 978, or the National Sexual Assault, Domestic and Family Violence Counselling Service on 1800RESPECT (1800 737 732).See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The name of Henschke is entrenched within our Australian cultural identity.  The family run winery is now in its sixth generation of custodians. The distinction of quality is in no doubt largely due to the care, attention, and prodigious vision of Prue Henschke.  Prue is a viticulturist, botanist, environmentalist and true guardian of the earth. https://www.henschke.com.au Follow Over a Glass https://www.instagram.com/overtheglasspod  Host Shanteh Wale https://www.instagram.com/shantehwale/?hl=en Executive Producer Rob Locke https://www.instagram.com/foodwinedine/ Executive Producer Anthony Huckstep https://www.instagram.com/huckstergram/ LISTEN TO OUR OTHER FOOD PODCASTS https://linktr.ee/DeepintheWeedsNetwork Over a Glass is a wine & drinks podcast with Shanteh Wale exploring the personalities, stories and landscape of the wine and drinks business. An Australian Wine and Drinks Podcast from the Deep in the Weeds Network.

On today's episode, meet Dr. Tanyanika Phillips. Dr. Phillips is a medical oncologist and Assistant Clinical Professor, Department of Medical Oncology & Therapeutics Research at City of Hope in Antelope Valley and Lancaster California. Dr. Phillips received her medical degree from University of Rochester, followed by Residency at Ochsner Clinic in New Orleans and a geriatric fellowship and a Master in Public Health from Vanderbilt University. She continued her training with a medical oncology fellowship at Johns Hopkins University. Originally headed toward a career in research and public health policy, Dr. Phillips pivoted to focus on patient care, where her prodigious gifts of empathy and compassion came to the surface.

Introduced to the basic principles of Hatha Yoga by his father while growing up in Little Italy, it wasn't until his mid-twenties that Frank Mauro began exploring asana postures and the philosophical underpinnings of the practice. In the 1990s, New York was in its heady day with studios opening across the city and giving birth to a new generation of conscious and creative yoga teachers, including a young Frank Mauro. His curiosity and interest in yoga ultimately led Frank to his first teacher training with the internationally recognized Sivananda Yoga Center and then eventually with many world-renowned teachers including Richard Freeman, Rodney Yee, Eric Schiffmann, Judith Lasater, and later in Manhattan with Cyndi Lee at the Om Yoga Center. Frank currently teaches at NY Loves Yoga Studio in the upper West Side of Manhattan. https://www.nylovesyoga.com.

Dr. Richard Alan Miller has a long and extensive resume in the fields of Physics, Metaphysics and Agriculture. Here are just some of the highlights from his very rich and varied resume – from solid state physics to states of consciousness and much in between…Prodigious from an early age, two of Richard Miller's high school science projects were adopted by NASA, including one used in the Mariner 4 mission to determine the amount of water on the planet Mars. At age 16 he built a linear accelerator and hydrogen bubble chamber for a science fair project and was the first American to demonstrate particles going faster than the speed of light.He's been involved in research and projects – many at top secret level – that have formed the basis of several modern-day scientific inventions. Miller's research in the field of paranormal began as a graduate physicist working 11 years with Navy Intel (Anesthesiology). His work includes foundational papers on A Holographic Concept of Reality and Embryonic Holography and work with microwaves and synthetic telepathy. He was used as Timothy Leary's experimental guinea pig to see what the effects of LSD were when taken by a Mensa level genius.Dr. Miller was the real-life character that the X-Files' Fox Mulder was based on – investigating unexplained phenomena for Navy Seal Corp and MRU, which put him in the path of many incredible life experiences, including an encounter with an alien and travel to an underground Antarctic Nazi base.He conducted ESP experiments with astronaut Edgar Mitchell on the dark side of the Moon, and he developed early protocols and trained Navy Seals in ESP and Super Soldier techniques.As an agriculturalist, he is a recognized expert in the growing and marketing of crops and herbals and has invented ingenious and effective farm machinery specific to the type of crops to be harvested and had input into production of some of the largest crop producers in the world.He's even played tennis at a Davis Cup level.His metaphysical works spring from his mother and grandmother, who were renowned psychic investigators and he himself is a high-level initiate of several traditions and lodges. His grandfather was the magician who trained Houdini.Dr. Miller's key strength is in “joining the dots” and drawing from his vast pool of research and insight to find ingenious links and applications for designs, projects and development.As an author he has written prolifically, with some most recent releases including Power Tools for the 21st Century and ESP Induction Through Forms of Self-Hypnosis. He has also recently released audio courses in Metaphysics.And all of that is just the tip of the iceberg! Dr. Richard Alan Miller is a ‘whirlwind experience' to behold.A pioneer in the annals of metaphysical and paranormal exploration, he is re-emerging as a preferred internet radio guest at a critical time in humanity's, evolution where metaphysics and practical survival converge.To listen to all our XZBN shows, with our compliments go to: www.spreaker.com/user/xzoneradiotv.The current edition of The 'X' Chronicles Newspaper is available at www.xchronicles.net.This episode of The ‘X' Zone with Rob McConnell is brought to you by BEAUTIFUL MIND COFFEE - For the coffee that your brain will love, visit Beautiful Mind Coffee, www.beautifulmindcoffee.ca. It's Brainalicious!

Alexander was a prodigy in all things military and administrative, as unaccountably great in his own field as Mozart was in music or Michelangelo in art. By age 32, he had conquered the mightiest empire ever known and extended the boundaries of his kingdom to the edges of the known world. Against men, beasts, and entire armies, Alexander never lost a battle. But in the prime of his life and the apex of his power, he became ill and soon died. What, exactly, conquered the greatest conqueror the world had ever known? Infectious disease? Battle wounds? Prodigious drinking? Neurological or hereditary illnesses, or murder most foul and insidious? On this episode we speak with Professor Philip Freeman, author of the acclaimed biographgy of Alexander, about the death (and life) of one of the most influential figures in the history of being human. Please see Dr. Freeman's bio and bibliography here: philipfreemanbooks.com. Buy his book on Alexander, Hannibal, St. Patrick -- they are all highly readable and accessible but represent the best scholarship you would expect from a chaired professor of classical philology. Art Work by Ian Armstrong

Alaska and Willam are back for the first Hot Goss of the near year with discussions about the 'Fake Friends of the Valley,' a perfect drag number from the 'Megan' movie, and scuttlebutt in Washington politics. Plus the Alaskan egg shortage, Kelly Rowland's girl group casting expertise, y una verga grande. Listen to Race Chaser Ad-Free on MOM Plus Follow us on IG at @racechaserpod and click the link in bio for a list of organizations you can donate to in support of Black Lives Matter Rainbow Spotlight: Devil In Disguise by Cody XX FOLLOW ALASKA https://twitter.com/Alaska5000 https://www.instagram.com/theonlyalaska5000 https://www.facebook.com/AlaskaThunder https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC9vnKqhNky1BcWqXbDs0NAQ FOLLOW WILLAM https://twitter.com/willam https://www.instagram.com/willam https://www.facebook.com/willam https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCrO9hj5VqGJufBlVJy-8D1g RACE CHASER IS A FOREVER DOG PODCAST Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Born in 1943 West Virginia, Homer Hickam, Jr. was a barely a teenager when the Soviet space program launched Sputnik 1, and subsequently launched Homer into a lifelong relationship with space.  The 1999 movie "October Sky" is roughly based on his memoir, but we had the opportunity to sit down with Homer to learn the real stories behind the Big Creek Missile Agency of Coalwood, WV, and the amazing career afforded by the passions of one boy. Visit www.HomerHickam.com to learn more about Homer, purchase his books, or support the causes he supports.   Follow us at facebook.com/BackyardAstronomerAZ Check out the NAZ Astro mission of STEM education at facebook.com/NAZAstro Support STEM education patreon.com/NAZAstro Our awesome sponsors: facebook.com/prescottrockstars facebook.com/manzanitains

We're back recapping Southern Charm Season 8 Episode 13! On this week's episode, everyone commutes to St. Simon for parties, tennis, and a little bit of mayhem. Craig continues his beef with Naomie, while Shep and Taylor are still reeling from the Raya fiasco. Bravo News starts around minute 19 and recap starts around minute 25. We release new episodes on Sundays/Mondays.  Check out our twitter, Facebook, and Instagram -- @talkpump.  Email us with corrections, comments or pump stories at talkpump@gmail.

Greatness is upon us and 757 is in the building! Dr. Tomisha Price-Brock: President of HBCU-NBODC, Owner/CEO Prodigious Music Concepts, LLC and Founder & Executive Director of The HBCU Recruitment Center sprinkles some Razzle Dazzle into the suite. Dr. Tomisha Price-Brock shares gems on music, life, and education

We always encourage the teeming millions to converse with us via eye dream of cam rahs at gee male dot calm, and in this episode, we attempt to empty our long-ignored and prodigious… mailbag! Topics include: travel cameras backup cameras how many cameras do you have loaded simultaneously? (and how to keep track of same) budget alternatives to the gold-plated cameras we all covet exercising your cameras Cameras London the Hasselblad 500 series the Minolta Weathermatic 35 the Nikonos V the Olympus OM-1 and OM-2 series McKeown's Price Guide the sublime beauty of Kodak Panatomic-X and our delightful new “half a cookie” swag  

We always encourage the teeming millions to converse with us via eye dream of cam rahs at gee male dot calm, and in this episode, we attempt to empty our long-ignored and prodigious… mailbag! Topics include:travel camerasbackup camerashow many cameras do you have loaded simultaneously? (and how to keep track of same)budget alternatives to the gold-plated cameras we all covetexercising your camerasCameras Londonthe Hasselblad 500 seriesthe Minolta Weathermatic 35the Nikonos Vthe Olympus OM-1 and OM-2 seriesMcKeown's Price Guidethe sublime beauty of Kodak Panatomic-Xand our delightful new “half a cookie” swag

This week, Phil is joined by Ring of Honor Pure champion Wheeler Yuta, ahead of his match this Saturday against Daniel Garcia at the Death Before Dishonor pay-per-view in Lowell, Massachusetts. Yuta discusses his roots in pro wrestling, how his career in AEW has progressed and how he sees the future of Ring of Honor shaping up.

Prodigious drummer & composer Chad Taylor discusses his time spent playing alongside Pharaoh Sanders and Marc Ribot, cutting Sam Prekop's self-titled album, why Stereolab took Chicago Underground Duo on tour, and William Parker's admonition that "The music doesn't care whether you think it's good or bad."

Doc Ram joined me again to talk about CHI, Martial Arts, Structured Water, Magick, Tarot, and Health Modalities About Dr. Richard Alan Miller: Renowned Physicist, Metaphysicist, polymath, herbalist, author and inventor, and much more.... Doc Ram or Doctor Richard Alan Miller is a living legend and he joined me to talk about his new book "The Non Local Mind, In a Holographic Universe". Dr. Richard Alan Miller has a long and extensive resume in the fields of Physics, Metaphysics and Agriculture. Here are just some of the highlights from his very rich and varied resume – from solid state physics to states of consciousness and much in between… Prodigious from an early age, two of Richard Miller's high school science projects were adopted by NASA, including one used in the Mariner 4 mission to determine the amount of water on the planet Mars. At age 16 he built a linear accelerator and hydrogen bubble chamber for a science fair project and was the first American to demonstrate particles going faster than the speed of light. He's been involved in research and projects – many at top secret level – that have formed the basis of several modern-day scientific inventions. Miller's research in the field of paranormal began as a graduate physicist working 11 years with Navy Intel (Anesthesiology). His work includes foundational papers on A Holographic Concept of Reality and Embryonic Holography and work with microwaves and synthetic telepathy. He was used as Timothy Leary's experimental guinea pig to see what the effects of LSD were when taken by a Mensa level genius. Dr. Miller was the real-life character that the X-Files' Fox Mulder was based on – investigating unexplained phenomena for Navy Seal Corp and MRU, which put him in the path of many incredible life experiences, including an encounter with an alien and travel to an underground Antarctic Nazi base. He conducted ESP experiments with astronaut Edgar Mitchell on the dark side of the Moon, and he developed early protocols and trained Navy Seals in ESP and Super Soldier techniques. As an agriculturalist, he is a recognized expert in the growing and marketing of crops and herbals and has invented ingenious and effective farm machinery specific to the type of crops to be harvested and had input into production of some of the largest crop producers in the world. You can buy Richards book at his website: drrichardalanmiller.com For more typical skeptic podcast interviews: www.youtube.com/c/typicalskeptic www.anchor.fm/typical-skeptic #Chi #Magick #Tarot #Reishi #Polysaccharide #Health #Alkaline --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/typical-skeptic/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/typical-skeptic/support

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Themes in this talk• The Mother's different ways of speaking• The new manifestation• A new element: new possibilities• Greater number of child prodigies• Laws of Nature and the supramental• Logic of the unforeseen• Child prodigies: example of a child of eight• Creative writers;the hands of musicians• Prodigious children, prodigious menAbout the projectMirra Alfassa, known as the Mother of the Sri Aurobindo Ashram, was Sri Aurobindo's partner and counterpart in every way. They had the same spiritual realisations and they worked for the same goal; to bring the New Consciousness for mankind. Mother was a true Guru, and a Universal Guru in every way. Her teaching has something for everyone because she taught for human progress on all levels and in all parts of the human being. The clarity and simplicity of her expression communicates something to everyone who reads her books. Her inner work included changing those who came to her; both those who were able to meet her physically and those who could come only in their inner being. Her consciousness was active on the universal subtle planes of creation, and she worked to enlighten thought and life impulse on a universal scale for all of mankind.Mother established the Sri Aurobindo Ashram after November 24, 1926, when Sri Aurobindo retired to devote all his time to bringing the New Consciousness. She established the Ashram School in 1943, and taught the students French. From 1950 through 1958, in French, she taught them the highest, deepest, most complex spiritual and yogic philosophy and practice in a simple and easily understandable manner. She gave a realistic and practical view of Sri Aurobindo's philosophy and the practice of his Yoga. These classes were transcribed and published as “Mother's Questions and Answers”. The present series of Auroville Radio talks on Mother's Questions and Answers begins on the date of July 12, 1955, because it is the first date of the available sound recordings of Mother teaching the class. The original recording of Mother's class is part of the Radio Talk. It can be heard at the end of each talk. It is well worth listening to even of one does not understand French, because it imparts something of Mother's consciousness to the listener.

Renowned Physicist, Metaphysicist, polymath, herbalist, author and inventor, and much more.... Doc Ram or Doctor Richard Alan Miller is a living legend and he joined me to talk about his new book "The Non Local Mind, In a Holographic Universe". Dr. Richard Alan Miller has a long and extensive resume in the fields of Physics, Metaphysics and Agriculture. Here are just some of the highlights from his very rich and varied resume – from solid state physics to states of consciousness and much in between… Prodigious from an early age, two of Richard Miller's high school science projects were adopted by NASA, including one used in the Mariner 4 mission to determine the amount of water on the planet Mars. At age 16 he built a linear accelerator and hydrogen bubble chamber for a science fair project and was the first American to demonstrate particles going faster than the speed of light. He's been involved in research and projects – many at top secret level – that have formed the basis of several modern-day scientific inventions. Miller's research in the field of paranormal began as a graduate physicist working 11 years with Navy Intel (Anesthesiology). His work includes foundational papers on A Holographic Concept of Reality and Embryonic Holography and work with microwaves and synthetic telepathy. He was used as Timothy Leary's experimental guinea pig to see what the effects of LSD were when taken by a Mensa level genius. Dr. Miller was the real-life character that the X-Files' Fox Mulder was based on – investigating unexplained phenomena for Navy Seal Corp and MRU, which put him in the path of many incredible life experiences, including an encounter with an alien and travel to an underground Antarctic Nazi base. He conducted ESP experiments with astronaut Edgar Mitchell on the dark side of the Moon, and he developed early protocols and trained Navy Seals in ESP and Super Soldier techniques. As an agriculturalist, he is a recognized expert in the growing and marketing of crops and herbals and has invented ingenious and effective farm machinery specific to the type of crops to be harvested and had input into production of some of the largest crop producers in the world. You can buy Richards book at his website: drrichardalanmiller.com For more of my interviews go to: youtube.com/c/typicalskeptic and anchor.fm/typical-skeptic --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/typical-skeptic/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/typical-skeptic/support

Fall Ya'll Again @buffalotrace @luxrow @rossandsquibb @heavenhill #whiskey #bourbon #unicornbourbon #nospitbucket Co hosts : Made Man Brent, Good ol Boy Maury, Good ol Boy Harmeet, Good ol Boy Justin, and Made Man Bob SIPS  Episode –  We ran out of synonyms for saying amazing. Much like the whiskey, this is one of most popular episodes each season. We cover the Buffalo Trace Antique Collection minus one and adding a Lux Row product. Is this lost GTS on the 4th Floor? Maybe that is where Justin keeps his most verbose responses. Prodigious. We taste and rate the whiskey from 1-5 with 5 being the best: Blood Oath Pact No. 7 – 4 SIPS Thomas H. Handy Straight Rye Whiskey – 5 SIPS Sazerac 18 year Kentucky Straight Rye Whiskey – 4 SIPS Eagle Rare 17 Year Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey – 4 SIPS William Larue Weller Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey – 5 SIPS Four Roses 2021 Limited Edition Small Batch – 5 SIPS Parker's Heritage Collection Heavy Char Wheat Whiskey 5 SIPS   info@sipssudsandsmokes.com @sipssudssmokes Sips, Suds, & Smokes™ is produced by One Tan Hand Productions using the power of beer, whiskey, and golf.  Available on Apple & Google Podcasts, PRX, Spotify, Stitcher, Soundcloud, and nearly anywhere you can find a podcast. This episode is sponsored by: Fine Spirits http://finespirits.net/   Fort Lauderdale Whiskey Society http://www.ftlauderdalewhiskeysociety.com/   Made Man Brent, Made Man Maury, and Made Man Bob are from The Bourbon Mafia which is located on the 4th Floor at Buffalo Trace http://bourbonmafia.org/ Enjoying that cool new Outro Music, it's from Woods & Whitehead – Back Roads Download your copy here: https://amzn.to/2Xblorc The easiest way to find this award winning podcast on your phone is ask Alexa, Siri or Google, “Play Podcast , Sips, Suds, & Smokes” 

An award-winning author of over 30 books, Allen Klein loves to share how humor plays such an important role for our good health and mental well-being.   He is a self-proclaimed “jollytologist”, a person who specializes in laughter and humor.It all started with his first book titled The Healing Power of Humor, which he wrote in 1989 after his wife died, recounting how humor had helped him get through the 3 difficult years before her death.  He shares how he went from loss to laughter, incorporating humor for every-day-challenges.  He is a recipient of a Lifetime Achievement Award from the Association for Applied Therapeutic Humor.He captivates us with his discussion about his most recent book The Awe Factor - How a Little Bit of Wonder Can Make a Big Difference in Your Life and how we should stop and add wonder into our lives each day.  His mantra is “a little bit of wonder can make a big difference in your life.”  His sense of humor is captivating!Website: allenklein.comNew Book: The Awe Factor - How a Little Bit of Wonder Can Make a Big Difference in Your Life

MKT tells us why Daniel Levy is the best owner in the Premier League in 2021. Should Harry Kane fire his brother? Are India erratic or just poor across the board after being embarrassed by England in the second Test of the 2021 Test Series in England. Has the return of Ronaldo to United deemed Senzo and Paulo hypocrites? Does CR7 elevate Man United into contention for the League? Is Ole under more pressure after United secured the services of the great man? Spike Ballantine joins the team to speak about an F1 race that happened, but didn't happen. Schrödinger's Race they're calling it. The MKT Show

Scott and Kevin recall the life and work of Louis Pasteur, and find that Catholicism and science walk hand-in-hand through history.

Note: Our interview with Smith Jr. was recorded before Thursday's fight postponement announcement. Still, please enjoy the pod. And make sure to compliment Mike on his turtlenecks and Lance on his infinite optimism on Twitter. Pug and Copp kick off the episode discussing Joe Smith Jr.-Maxim Vlasov, a battle for the vacant WBO light heavyweight title. The guys examine the Xs and Os and keys to the fight. Are everyone's Ryan Garcia-Manny Pacquiao dreams dead? Smith Jr. then joins the podcast to preview his title clash against Vlasov. What strategy must he execute to win? What did he learn from fighting Dmitry Bivol, Jesse Hart and Eleider Alvarez? How did his humble beginnings as a construction worker shape him into the fighter he is today? And what is his lasting memory from knocking out Bernard Hopkins? Mike and Lance ponder Smith and Vlaslov's future, and explore the stacked light heavyweight division. Lastly, we answer your questions, including: Josh Warrington vacating the IBF belt; Kinahan, MTK and morality and what's the latest on Deontay Wilder? Rundown: (1:00) Smith Jr.-Vlasov preview + Garcia-Pacquiao terminated? (9:00) Joe Smith Jr. joins the show (15:00) Competitive fights; growth as boxer; Hopkins memory (25:00) Prodigious light heavyweight division (28:15) Listener mailbag Follow Mike on Twitter: @MikeCoppinger Follow Lance on Twitter: @pugboxing Follow Joe Smith Jr. on Instagram: @joesmithjr361 Join The Athletic for just $3.99 a month! Visit: theathletic.com/pugandcopp Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices