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Surviving a Crash.Based on the post by x sociate23, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.As Cadet Cockman regained consciousness, he became aware of two things: the throbbing in his temples and the acrid smell that stung his nose and throat. His blurry vision gradually focused to look about the dimly light cabin. Red emergency lights slowly strobed overhead, bathing the interior in silent pulses of crimson like the inside of a gigantic beating heart. The instrument panel was dead, the viewport a blank oval.Memories of the crash began to surface. The red-hot flames of reentry, the flaring of the landing jets, the rushing up of the ground. His hands still felt the heavy shuddering of the yoke, his ears still heard the terrible sounds of rending and tearing metal as they struck. Despite his best efforts, they had come in too fast and at too sharp an angle. The last thing he recalled before darkness was the lieutenant reaching to hold his hand.He turned his head and pain shot up his neck. His whole spine felt compressed from the violent bouncing as their ship had skipped like a stone. The Venusian was unconscious, her head flopped forward. The loose strands of purple that hide her face were turned an eerie black and he couldn't tell if she was breathing. When he took a deep breath of his own, he began violently coughing.All at once his mind realized the danger. The smell was the fire suppression system, designed to prevent the rocket from blowing up in the event of a crash. He had to get them out of there, the gas could be lethal if breathed in for too long.Slapping his harness release, he stood up wearily. His body ached, particularly the areas where the straps had covered him. He released LuNar from her seat and lifted her small frame over his shoulder. Her body was limp but still warm. He hoped it was a good sign as he carried her to the exit, snatching an Aid kit from the wall with his free hand, the other wrapped around her slender thighs.Lifting the cover, he punched the emergency hatch button, air hissing as the door fell open. Harsh sunlight streaked inside, forcing him to shield his eyes. He clamored through the hatch with his burden and stood on a raise mound of dirt to look around.They were in the middle of a green rolling plain, the undulating hills carpeted with waist high savannah grasses and dotting with scraggily trees here and there. The hot sun of CarterD2007 burned overhead as Cockman looked towards the direction they had come in from. A huge groove was dug into the dark earth, stretching for hundreds of feet towards the horizon. Small brush fires burned and smoldered, trees along the giant runt were sheared in half by tritanium wings. Parts of the ship littered the ground, their shiny metal surfaces glinting in the sunlight.He spotted a small clump of trees about fifty meters away. They looked as good a place as any, so he moved towards them at a brisk pace, careful not to jostle the girl in his arms too much. They needed a place to wait, not only for the suppression gas to dissipate but also due to the still slight risk of explosion. He found a clearing under one of the trees, its coniferous leaves shielding the blistering sun.He lay LuNar down gently, supporting her head. Unzipping her tunic, he felt for a pulse at the neck. There was no pulse. Panic gripped him as he remembered he'd barely passed his Venusian Anatomy course. Taking a chance, he placed his ear to her upper left tit, his face turned away from hers. He relaxed as he was rewarded with the rhythmic thump of her heartbeat as well as her shallow but steady breathing. He also couldn't help but notice how soft her tit felt against his cheek."Cadet Cockman?!"Her shout resounded through his skull as his head jerked up. She had an appalled look on her face."I-I-I was checking your heart!" he stammered, leaning away from her chest as she sat up."I bet you were," she said hotly, eying his crotch with a look of suspicion in her eyes. He looked down and to his dismay found his fly was open. She curtly zipped up her top and seemed to swoon. He noticed a cut on her forehead, a bead of greenish blood trickling down. She attempted to stand but he placed a restraining hand on her shoulder."Easy, Lieutenant, Easy.""I am not easy!" she howled, slapping his hand away. First the boob thing, now this. He only seemed to be making her more and more angry.'Perhaps Venusians don't like to be touched,' he wondered to himself. But she needed medical attention, cultural differences be damned."Ma'am, you're hurt, let me help you," he pleaded, reaching into the Aid kit for antiseptic and gauze. She eyed him warily but at last relented. He delicately dabbed at the cut. It wasn't very deep so she wouldn't need sutures. He removed the backing from a plastic-bandage and gingerly placed it over the cut."There, all better," he said, looking her in the eyes. Again, she seemed to calm down immediately as she spoke."Now it is your turn.""What?"She gestured to his left arm. There was a large tear in the uniform across the bicep, the edges already soaked through with blood. He'd been so worried about her that he hadn't even realized he was injured. He realized it now, though, as he painfully removed his tunic, peeling the sticky sleeve away from the wound. The gash was deep but thankfully the blood had already clotted. Lieutenant  LuNar dabbed at it with the antiseptic cloth. It hurt like the devil and he reflexively jerked away."Hold still," she commanded, gripping the elbow."Sorry, it just hurts," he whined."Don't be such a chimNar," she scolded."What's a chimNar?""I believe you Terrans call it an in-fant," she stated as she cleaned up his arm. The offended Earthling scowled as he watched her deft fingers apply auto-sutures, wincing as they pulled the wound tightly shut. She sprayed the area with liqui-seal and wrapped the arm in an elastic compress. Lastly, she injected a dose of Omni-biotic into his deltoid with a hypo-spray, giving herself a dose in the neck for good measure."Where'd you learn the Nurse Nightingale routine?" he wondered aloud, flexing the arm. The painkillers were already working."I was first in my field medic class at the Academy," she said proudly, puffing up her chest. Cockman had to restrain his eyes from flickering to the movement."Well, thanks for the patch up.""So I take it we crashed?" she asked, seemingly ignoring his gratitude.'Damn, not even so much as a thank you,' he thought ruefully, 'Stuck up much, lady?'"Unfortunately, Ma'am," he answered as he stood up, replacing his tunic but leaving it unzipped. He then helped her to her feet, "It should be alright to head back for supplies."They moved towards the downed craft, Cockman in the lead. As they came closer, LuNar stopped suddenly, staring towards the cockpit. Thinking she had seen something; he followed her gaze and it took him a moment to realize she was staring with loathing at the Pinup portrait. It was another survivor, her scantily clad blue skin nearly free of blemishes.At last, LuNar huffed, held her head high and stoically strode past Cockman and into the ship. The Earthman cast one last glance at the vulgar Venusian before he too boarded.Feeling TerribleThey spent the rest of the day, which the records they had consulted before the crash said were approximately twenty-six Earth hours, salvaging what supplies they could. The HAB unit was first and was thankfully pretty idiot-proof. It was a self-contained unit that with the simple push of a button would unfurl into a plasticine igloo twenty feet in diameter. They cleared a space for it near the ship and filled it with other essentials. Rations, sleep sleeves, inflatable mattresses, a couple of Zapper pistols, an AC/heat unit; all of it found a home in the small space. The last thing Cockman brought in was a portable, battery powered sub-space radio.With their shelter secure, the next issue was finding a source of water. Luckily, a scout of the area found a pond nearby and a spectro-analysis found the water potable. The pair bedded down for the night, thoroughly exhausted.Eza awoke the next morning feeling terrible, her body aching and throat irritated from the suppressive gas they'd breathed the day before. She lay on her bunk, staring at the ceiling as she thought about the strange dream she'd had. She could not recall the specifics except that it had involved Cadet Cockman and was very pleasant. She looked over at his bunk and became concerned when she saw he was not there, his sleep sleeve neatly rolled up.'Why did he not tell me he was leaving the HAB,' she wondered. It was protocol after all. She saw that he had taken one of the Zapper pistols and she rose to strap the bulbous pistol in a holster that hung low on her wide hips. She walked out into the bright morning sunlight which was already heating up the landscape considerably.She spotted him elbows deep in the manifold of the ship. He appeared to have been up for hours working and as he stood erect, Eza noticed that he was shirtless. His well-defined muscles rippled and flexed as his stretched, absently scratching at his wounded arm. She suddenly felt flush as he bent over once more, his ass shifting in the tight confines of his trousers. Realizing she was staring, she turned away to head back inside when all at once she saw it.Where once had been a disgraceful depiction of a half-naked Venusian was now a large swath of black paint. He had taken the time out to cover the offensive image. Her gaze fell upon him and the rush hit her once more. It was a deep, primal, carnal sensation.'No, not now. Not him,' she thought with a mix of excitement and distress. Her breathing grew laborious as she watched him, a fire beginning to smolder in her core. She fought down the urge as she watched him lay down on his back under the canopy, sweat dribbling down the channels of his chest and abs.He noticed her and waved. Her breath caught in her throat as the wave surged through her, threatening to overwhelm her. She darted back inside, leaning heavily against the interior wall, trying desperately to clamp down on the urge, her loins ablaze. She had felt this before but now it was much more intense. She had to be careful or he might find out.RationsCadet Cockman was getting the distinct impression that Lieutenant  LuNar was ignoring him. Truth be told she was but not for the reason he was thinking. They had spent their second day on planet separately. He busied himself with work on the ship while she had stayed in the HAB, reading her holopad which had also survived the crash.Now it was evening, and they sat on their bunks eating their assigned rations. Cockman shoveled another spoonful of glop into his mouth that the label claimed was tuna noodle surprise, the surprise being it was moderately palatable despite looking like Martian yak barf. LuNar, meanwhile, was eating what looked like split-pea soup out of a collapsible, self-heating bowl. She had her back to him, just like she had done each time he was in the room with her. He was starting to feel like he had committed some egregious intergalactic faux pas when she finally put down her bowl and turned to him."Cadet, I wish to apologize for my behavior yesterday. You were only trying to help, and I should not have gotten angry with you.""Think nothing of it, Ma'am," he replied, swallowing another bit of mystery meat, "But in the interests of avoiding a repeat, might I ask what it was I said or did that upset you?""It was not you, it was me. I should not let some stupid nickname both..."She looked away as if suddenly realizing she'd said too much. Now his interest was thoroughly piqued."Nickname, Ma'am?" he asked, not really expecting an answer. He heard her sigh, the tone sounding like a violin string."It is from my Academy days. During my sophomore year, a Terran boy wished to court me, but I had politely declined. He then spread the rumor that Venusian females are promiscuous. So, they started to call me Easy LuNar."Cockman frowned sympathetically. He understood where she was coming from, with a name like Cockman, you learn to expect the dick jokes. He also felt sorry for her. She was an intelligent, dedicated, not to mention exceedingly beautiful woman and did not deserve the ridicule of some callous, sex-hungry asshole."I think Eza is a nice name," he said and found he genuinely meant it."Thank you, Cadet.""Curt. Just call me Curt.""Okay, Kurt," she trilled. Then she smiled for the first time and his heart seemed to skip a beat at the sight. The smile widened as she added, "I think that is a nice name as well."Staring at the HolopadOn the morning of the fifth day, Curt awoke to find Eza sitting up in her bed and staring at her holopad with a look of sadness on her blue face. There were tears in her eyes and when she noticed him watching, she hurriedly put away the pad. She turned to wipe away the tears, explaining that she was just not feeling well that day as she headed outside intent upon some nonsensical errand. For some reason the excuse worried him, namely because he knew that Venusians rarely, if ever, got sick.While she was away, Curt stole a peek at her holopad. It was wrong for him to pry into her personal life, but they were in this together. To survive, they both needed to be at the top of their game, not bogged down in depression. Yet what he found now left him feeling hollow. There on the screen, just as she had left it, was the image of a handsome blue skinned Venusian male.'Her lover,' he surmised, feeling a pang of jealously but immediately chiding himself for it. It made no sense for him to feel that way since he barely knew her and yet the feeling was still there. He also realized his first impressions of her had been all wrong. She wasn't some uptight, bossy, know it all. She was a vibrant, feeling woman and she was homesick.Looking again at the picture, he suddenly felt the need to make her feel better about their predicament.She avoided him most of that day and it wasn't until that evening when she sat staring at her holopad once more that he saw his opening. He spoke up, trying not to sound too gruff and unfeeling."You miss your family, huh?" he asked. She seemed hesitant to respond. Perhaps it was another Venusian taboo."Yes," she said at last, sighing."Anyone in particular?" he asked, secretly dreading the answer."My brother, Edrin," she said, showing him the picture. She was curious about the seeming look of relief on the Earthling's face."Don't worry, we will get you home to him," he assured her."Yes, but not in time.""In time for what?""My hatch date.""Is that anything like a birthday?""Yes," she said, suddenly remembering that unlike her kind, Terrans gave live birth."When is it?""Tomorrow.""Is it wrong for me to ask how old you'll be?""Not at all. Let me think...Venus has a shorter yagra," she said, using the Venusian equivalent for years, "So, eighteen Earth years."Curt was dumbfounded. She seemed so mature, was even a higher rank than him and yet she was barely legal. A thought also occurred to him, but he kept it to himself. He already had everything he needed for it."Well, if it's any consolation, I'd like to wish you a Happy Hatch date.""Thank you, Kurt," she replied, once more tripping over his name.He waited until she fell asleep, then set about on his self-imposed task.The next morning, Eza awoke, feeling depressed knowing that today was her hatch date but that she could not be with her family to celebrate. She especially missed her broodmate, Edrin. As she sat up, she felt her hand brush something hard. She was surprised when she saw what lay on her bed.It was a wood burned etching of Edrin on a piece of stiff bark. The likeness was decent for free hand and she realized with amazement that Curt must have spent all night long on it with only a laser bolt remover to work it. She looked over at him on his bunk.The morning sunlight shone down through the skylight of the dome, alighting upon his handsome face as he slept and she smiled as the stirring swelled once more within her. She realized with satisfaction that she was no longer averse to the feeling.She wanted him.Customs and PracticesThere seemed to be a shift in their dynamic. No longer were they superior and subordinate. They treated each other as equals, though they kept to themselves for the most part. Eza also seemed out of her funk, literally letting her hair down. She began wearing it unencumbered, the long purple locks cascading down in loose ribbons and curls. The change only added to her alien beauty and Curt was finding it harder and harder to concentrate when she was around.Just like now. It was the heat of the day, and he was trying to nap on his bunk. Try as he might, though, he just couldn't help glancing her way every few minutes. She sat on her bunk with her back to him, her feet tucked under her bottom. He could still see her face in profile, the text on the holopad in her lap reflected in her deep green eyes. A smile threatened to curl the edges of her lips. He stared at her hair, imagining running his fingers through it as he kissed her dark, ripe mouth. His eyes traced the sinuous curves of her back, settling on the round bulge of her ass. Her hand seemed to tremble as her fingers scrolled the text. He'd had enough, his curiosity aroused more so than his manhood.

Surviving a Crash.Based on the post by x sociate23, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.As Cadet Cockman regained consciousness, he became aware of two things: the throbbing in his temples and the acrid smell that stung his nose and throat. His blurry vision gradually focused to look about the dimly light cabin. Red emergency lights slowly strobed overhead, bathing the interior in silent pulses of crimson like the inside of a gigantic beating heart. The instrument panel was dead, the viewport a blank oval.Memories of the crash began to surface. The red-hot flames of reentry, the flaring of the landing jets, the rushing up of the ground. His hands still felt the heavy shuddering of the yoke, his ears still heard the terrible sounds of rending and tearing metal as they struck. Despite his best efforts, they had come in too fast and at too sharp an angle. The last thing he recalled before darkness was the lieutenant reaching to hold his hand.He turned his head and pain shot up his neck. His whole spine felt compressed from the violent bouncing as their ship had skipped like a stone. The Venusian was unconscious, her head flopped forward. The loose strands of purple that hide her face were turned an eerie black and he couldn't tell if she was breathing. When he took a deep breath of his own, he began violently coughing.All at once his mind realized the danger. The smell was the fire suppression system, designed to prevent the rocket from blowing up in the event of a crash. He had to get them out of there, the gas could be lethal if breathed in for too long.Slapping his harness release, he stood up wearily. His body ached, particularly the areas where the straps had covered him. He released LuNar from her seat and lifted her small frame over his shoulder. Her body was limp but still warm. He hoped it was a good sign as he carried her to the exit, snatching an Aid kit from the wall with his free hand, the other wrapped around her slender thighs.Lifting the cover, he punched the emergency hatch button, air hissing as the door fell open. Harsh sunlight streaked inside, forcing him to shield his eyes. He clamored through the hatch with his burden and stood on a raise mound of dirt to look around.They were in the middle of a green rolling plain, the undulating hills carpeted with waist high savannah grasses and dotting with scraggily trees here and there. The hot sun of CarterD2007 burned overhead as Cockman looked towards the direction they had come in from. A huge groove was dug into the dark earth, stretching for hundreds of feet towards the horizon. Small brush fires burned and smoldered, trees along the giant runt were sheared in half by tritanium wings. Parts of the ship littered the ground, their shiny metal surfaces glinting in the sunlight.He spotted a small clump of trees about fifty meters away. They looked as good a place as any, so he moved towards them at a brisk pace, careful not to jostle the girl in his arms too much. They needed a place to wait, not only for the suppression gas to dissipate but also due to the still slight risk of explosion. He found a clearing under one of the trees, its coniferous leaves shielding the blistering sun.He lay LuNar down gently, supporting her head. Unzipping her tunic, he felt for a pulse at the neck. There was no pulse. Panic gripped him as he remembered he'd barely passed his Venusian Anatomy course. Taking a chance, he placed his ear to her upper left tit, his face turned away from hers. He relaxed as he was rewarded with the rhythmic thump of her heartbeat as well as her shallow but steady breathing. He also couldn't help but notice how soft her tit felt against his cheek."Cadet Cockman?!"Her shout resounded through his skull as his head jerked up. She had an appalled look on her face."I-I-I was checking your heart!" he stammered, leaning away from her chest as she sat up."I bet you were," she said hotly, eying his crotch with a look of suspicion in her eyes. He looked down and to his dismay found his fly was open. She curtly zipped up her top and seemed to swoon. He noticed a cut on her forehead, a bead of greenish blood trickling down. She attempted to stand but he placed a restraining hand on her shoulder."Easy, Lieutenant, Easy.""I am not easy!" she howled, slapping his hand away. First the boob thing, now this. He only seemed to be making her more and more angry.'Perhaps Venusians don't like to be touched,' he wondered to himself. But she needed medical attention, cultural differences be damned."Ma'am, you're hurt, let me help you," he pleaded, reaching into the Aid kit for antiseptic and gauze. She eyed him warily but at last relented. He delicately dabbed at the cut. It wasn't very deep so she wouldn't need sutures. He removed the backing from a plastic-bandage and gingerly placed it over the cut."There, all better," he said, looking her in the eyes. Again, she seemed to calm down immediately as she spoke."Now it is your turn.""What?"She gestured to his left arm. There was a large tear in the uniform across the bicep, the edges already soaked through with blood. He'd been so worried about her that he hadn't even realized he was injured. He realized it now, though, as he painfully removed his tunic, peeling the sticky sleeve away from the wound. The gash was deep but thankfully the blood had already clotted. Lieutenant  LuNar dabbed at it with the antiseptic cloth. It hurt like the devil and he reflexively jerked away."Hold still," she commanded, gripping the elbow."Sorry, it just hurts," he whined."Don't be such a chimNar," she scolded."What's a chimNar?""I believe you Terrans call it an in-fant," she stated as she cleaned up his arm. The offended Earthling scowled as he watched her deft fingers apply auto-sutures, wincing as they pulled the wound tightly shut. She sprayed the area with liqui-seal and wrapped the arm in an elastic compress. Lastly, she injected a dose of Omni-biotic into his deltoid with a hypo-spray, giving herself a dose in the neck for good measure."Where'd you learn the Nurse Nightingale routine?" he wondered aloud, flexing the arm. The painkillers were already working."I was first in my field medic class at the Academy," she said proudly, puffing up her chest. Cockman had to restrain his eyes from flickering to the movement."Well, thanks for the patch up.""So I take it we crashed?" she asked, seemingly ignoring his gratitude.'Damn, not even so much as a thank you,' he thought ruefully, 'Stuck up much, lady?'"Unfortunately, Ma'am," he answered as he stood up, replacing his tunic but leaving it unzipped. He then helped her to her feet, "It should be alright to head back for supplies."They moved towards the downed craft, Cockman in the lead. As they came closer, LuNar stopped suddenly, staring towards the cockpit. Thinking she had seen something; he followed her gaze and it took him a moment to realize she was staring with loathing at the Pinup portrait. It was another survivor, her scantily clad blue skin nearly free of blemishes.At last, LuNar huffed, held her head high and stoically strode past Cockman and into the ship. The Earthman cast one last glance at the vulgar Venusian before he too boarded.Feeling TerribleThey spent the rest of the day, which the records they had consulted before the crash said were approximately twenty-six Earth hours, salvaging what supplies they could. The HAB unit was first and was thankfully pretty idiot-proof. It was a self-contained unit that with the simple push of a button would unfurl into a plasticine igloo twenty feet in diameter. They cleared a space for it near the ship and filled it with other essentials. Rations, sleep sleeves, inflatable mattresses, a couple of Zapper pistols, an AC/heat unit; all of it found a home in the small space. The last thing Cockman brought in was a portable, battery powered sub-space radio.With their shelter secure, the next issue was finding a source of water. Luckily, a scout of the area found a pond nearby and a spectro-analysis found the water potable. The pair bedded down for the night, thoroughly exhausted.Eza awoke the next morning feeling terrible, her body aching and throat irritated from the suppressive gas they'd breathed the day before. She lay on her bunk, staring at the ceiling as she thought about the strange dream she'd had. She could not recall the specifics except that it had involved Cadet Cockman and was very pleasant. She looked over at his bunk and became concerned when she saw he was not there, his sleep sleeve neatly rolled up.'Why did he not tell me he was leaving the HAB,' she wondered. It was protocol after all. She saw that he had taken one of the Zapper pistols and she rose to strap the bulbous pistol in a holster that hung low on her wide hips. She walked out into the bright morning sunlight which was already heating up the landscape considerably.She spotted him elbows deep in the manifold of the ship. He appeared to have been up for hours working and as he stood erect, Eza noticed that he was shirtless. His well-defined muscles rippled and flexed as his stretched, absently scratching at his wounded arm. She suddenly felt flush as he bent over once more, his ass shifting in the tight confines of his trousers. Realizing she was staring, she turned away to head back inside when all at once she saw it.Where once had been a disgraceful depiction of a half-naked Venusian was now a large swath of black paint. He had taken the time out to cover the offensive image. Her gaze fell upon him and the rush hit her once more. It was a deep, primal, carnal sensation.'No, not now. Not him,' she thought with a mix of excitement and distress. Her breathing grew laborious as she watched him, a fire beginning to smolder in her core. She fought down the urge as she watched him lay down on his back under the canopy, sweat dribbling down the channels of his chest and abs.He noticed her and waved. Her breath caught in her throat as the wave surged through her, threatening to overwhelm her. She darted back inside, leaning heavily against the interior wall, trying desperately to clamp down on the urge, her loins ablaze. She had felt this before but now it was much more intense. She had to be careful or he might find out.RationsCadet Cockman was getting the distinct impression that Lieutenant  LuNar was ignoring him. Truth be told she was but not for the reason he was thinking. They had spent their second day on planet separately. He busied himself with work on the ship while she had stayed in the HAB, reading her holopad which had also survived the crash.Now it was evening, and they sat on their bunks eating their assigned rations. Cockman shoveled another spoonful of glop into his mouth that the label claimed was tuna noodle surprise, the surprise being it was moderately palatable despite looking like Martian yak barf. LuNar, meanwhile, was eating what looked like split-pea soup out of a collapsible, self-heating bowl. She had her back to him, just like she had done each time he was in the room with her. He was starting to feel like he had committed some egregious intergalactic faux pas when she finally put down her bowl and turned to him."Cadet, I wish to apologize for my behavior yesterday. You were only trying to help, and I should not have gotten angry with you.""Think nothing of it, Ma'am," he replied, swallowing another bit of mystery meat, "But in the interests of avoiding a repeat, might I ask what it was I said or did that upset you?""It was not you, it was me. I should not let some stupid nickname both..."She looked away as if suddenly realizing she'd said too much. Now his interest was thoroughly piqued."Nickname, Ma'am?" he asked, not really expecting an answer. He heard her sigh, the tone sounding like a violin string."It is from my Academy days. During my sophomore year, a Terran boy wished to court me, but I had politely declined. He then spread the rumor that Venusian females are promiscuous. So, they started to call me Easy LuNar."Cockman frowned sympathetically. He understood where she was coming from, with a name like Cockman, you learn to expect the dick jokes. He also felt sorry for her. She was an intelligent, dedicated, not to mention exceedingly beautiful woman and did not deserve the ridicule of some callous, sex-hungry asshole."I think Eza is a nice name," he said and found he genuinely meant it."Thank you, Cadet.""Curt. Just call me Curt.""Okay, Kurt," she trilled. Then she smiled for the first time and his heart seemed to skip a beat at the sight. The smile widened as she added, "I think that is a nice name as well."Staring at the HolopadOn the morning of the fifth day, Curt awoke to find Eza sitting up in her bed and staring at her holopad with a look of sadness on her blue face. There were tears in her eyes and when she noticed him watching, she hurriedly put away the pad. She turned to wipe away the tears, explaining that she was just not feeling well that day as she headed outside intent upon some nonsensical errand. For some reason the excuse worried him, namely because he knew that Venusians rarely, if ever, got sick.While she was away, Curt stole a peek at her holopad. It was wrong for him to pry into her personal life, but they were in this together. To survive, they both needed to be at the top of their game, not bogged down in depression. Yet what he found now left him feeling hollow. There on the screen, just as she had left it, was the image of a handsome blue skinned Venusian male.'Her lover,' he surmised, feeling a pang of jealously but immediately chiding himself for it. It made no sense for him to feel that way since he barely knew her and yet the feeling was still there. He also realized his first impressions of her had been all wrong. She wasn't some uptight, bossy, know it all. She was a vibrant, feeling woman and she was homesick.Looking again at the picture, he suddenly felt the need to make her feel better about their predicament.She avoided him most of that day and it wasn't until that evening when she sat staring at her holopad once more that he saw his opening. He spoke up, trying not to sound too gruff and unfeeling."You miss your family, huh?" he asked. She seemed hesitant to respond. Perhaps it was another Venusian taboo."Yes," she said at last, sighing."Anyone in particular?" he asked, secretly dreading the answer."My brother, Edrin," she said, showing him the picture. She was curious about the seeming look of relief on the Earthling's face."Don't worry, we will get you home to him," he assured her."Yes, but not in time.""In time for what?""My hatch date.""Is that anything like a birthday?""Yes," she said, suddenly remembering that unlike her kind, Terrans gave live birth."When is it?""Tomorrow.""Is it wrong for me to ask how old you'll be?""Not at all. Let me think...Venus has a shorter yagra," she said, using the Venusian equivalent for years, "So, eighteen Earth years."Curt was dumbfounded. She seemed so mature, was even a higher rank than him and yet she was barely legal. A thought also occurred to him, but he kept it to himself. He already had everything he needed for it."Well, if it's any consolation, I'd like to wish you a Happy Hatch date.""Thank you, Kurt," she replied, once more tripping over his name.He waited until she fell asleep, then set about on his self-imposed task.The next morning, Eza awoke, feeling depressed knowing that today was her hatch date but that she could not be with her family to celebrate. She especially missed her broodmate, Edrin. As she sat up, she felt her hand brush something hard. She was surprised when she saw what lay on her bed.It was a wood burned etching of Edrin on a piece of stiff bark. The likeness was decent for free hand and she realized with amazement that Curt must have spent all night long on it with only a laser bolt remover to work it. She looked over at him on his bunk.The morning sunlight shone down through the skylight of the dome, alighting upon his handsome face as he slept and she smiled as the stirring swelled once more within her. She realized with satisfaction that she was no longer averse to the feeling.She wanted him.Customs and PracticesThere seemed to be a shift in their dynamic. No longer were they superior and subordinate. They treated each other as equals, though they kept to themselves for the most part. Eza also seemed out of her funk, literally letting her hair down. She began wearing it unencumbered, the long purple locks cascading down in loose ribbons and curls. The change only added to her alien beauty and Curt was finding it harder and harder to concentrate when she was around.Just like now. It was the heat of the day, and he was trying to nap on his bunk. Try as he might, though, he just couldn't help glancing her way every few minutes. She sat on her bunk with her back to him, her feet tucked under her bottom. He could still see her face in profile, the text on the holopad in her lap reflected in her deep green eyes. A smile threatened to curl the edges of her lips. He stared at her hair, imagining running his fingers through it as he kissed her dark, ripe mouth. His eyes traced the sinuous curves of her back, settling on the round bulge of her ass. Her hand seemed to tremble as her fingers scrolled the text. He'd had enough, his curiosity aroused more so than his manhood.

It was special to sit down with Ian Farrant as he was a director of The New Zealand Salmon Company which is the reason our family moved here in 1989 as my Father is a marine biologist and we came here for that job.   We start with Ian's early childhood memories which includes war rations in the 1940s, growing up in Dunedin, his studies and early career and then we talk abou this governance roles over the years and what he has learned as a director of around 40 entities over the years. If you like this then why not tell one other person about the show, and post a link to the episode on social media - it takes about a minute but really helps others find it! Related episodes: Peter Townsend interview https://theseeds.nz/podcast/peter-townsend-on-business-leadership/  Rob Lawrence interview https://theseeds.nz/podcast/rob-lawrence-reflections-on-life-at-retirement/  More info is at www.theseeds.nz 

durée : 00:18:16 - Bienvenue chez vous : les spécialistes, ici Alsace - Autrefois considéré comme un passe-temps de grand-mère, le tricot connaît un véritable renouveau. Dans les cafés, sur les réseaux sociaux ou simplement chez soi, de plus en plus de passionnés prennent les aiguilles pour créer des pièces uniques.

durée : 02:30:16 - Les Matins - par : Guillaume Erner, Isabelle de Gaulmyn - . - réalisation : Félicie Faugère - invités : Stéphane Taillat Maître de conférences à l'Institut Français de Géopolitique, chercheur au centre de recherche de St-Cyr Coëtquidan et au centre GEODE; Jean-David Zeitoun Docteur en médecine, spécialiste en hépato-gastro-entérologie; Nicolas Dufourcq Haut fonctionnaire et directeur général de Bpifrance

durée : 00:13:09 - Les Enjeux internationaux - par : Guillaume Erner - Le nouveau chef du Pentagone, Pete Hegseth, a annoncé la suspension des cyber-opérations américaines contre la Russie. Un choix qui pourrait affaiblir la capacité des États-Unis à contrer l'espionnage et l'ingérence russes. - réalisation : Félicie Faugère - invités : Stéphane Taillat Maître de conférences à l'Institut Français de Géopolitique, chercheur au centre de recherche de St-Cyr Coëtquidan et au centre GEODE

(Terre d'Éveil Vipassana)

(Terre d'Éveil Vipassana)

Bonjour à toutes et à tous et bienvenue dans ce troisième épisode du Carré, le nouveau format d'Horizons Marines, la chaine des podcasts de la mer, du fait maritime et de ses acteurs.Produit par le Centre d'études stratégiques de la Marine, le Carré, c'est votre nouveau rendez-vous bimensuel qui vous fait découvrir nos métiers.Du pilote de Rafale Marine aux Oreilles d'Or des sous-marins, sans oublier les Peintres Officiels de la Marine ou encore les pilotes des glaces, tous est abordé !Présents à bord de tous les bateaux, civils et militaires, les carrés permettent aux marins de se retrouver pour échanger et se reposer entre chaque mission.Dans ce troisième épisode, direction les Fêtes maritimes de Brest de 2024 pour parler d'un métier qui annonce la pluie et le beau temps pour les marins, et qui joue un rôle essentiel dans la navigation et les opérations.Qui plus est, le réchauffement climatique et son impact sur le climat amplifie son importance : un environnement changeant nécessite, de fait, d'être davantage sur le qui-vive pour adapter la mission et la conduite du navire.Le métier du jour : celui de météorologue-océanographe.En quoi consiste-t-il précisément ? Comment prend-il forme à terre, et en mer au cœur des opérations ? Et quel est le parcours des militaires qui choisissent de le pratiquer ?On en parle avec notre invité du jour, le Second Maitre Patrick, météorologue/océanographe rattaché au CENTEX METOC, le centre d'expertise météorologique océanographique de la Marine.Enfin, sachez que cette interview a été enregistrée lors des Fêtes maritimes de Brest en 2024. Donc si vous entendez des bruits aux alentours, c'est normal ! L'entretien s'est déroulé en public, au cœur des festivités et des animations.Bonne écoute !Vous en voulez plus ? Retrouvez l'intégralité des publications du Centre d'études stratégiques de la Marine sur notre site : ⁠⁠⁠Centre d'études stratégiques de la Marine (CESM) | Ministère des Armées (defense.gouv.fr)⁠⁠⁠N'hésitez pas aussi à vous abonner au podcast et à nous faire part de vos retours à l'adresse mail :  podcast.cesm@gmail.com

Turns out all I was able to squeeze in to this episode was the fresh pork - more or less.How to keep pork will be around next time.But the big lesson is - boy do we need our hands held when it comes to recipes.Is 50 words not enough for you to prepare boiled poik and pease porridge?  It certainly isn't enough for me.  I'd be absolutely sunk.Though it does explain why enslaved cooks could learn the recipes that were read to them out loud.  The recipes weren't that long.   Just small notes getting them to combine techniques they were already familliar with.The woman reading the recipe probobly didn't know what it was supposed to be like either.  As long as it tasted good - that was good enough.So come along - and be glad at the variety in your pantry.  Becasue in the 19th century - it was likely all pork a lot of the time.Music Credit: Fingerlympics by Doctor TurtleShow Notes: https://thehistoryofamericanfood.blogspot.com/Email: TheHistoryofAmericanFood at gmail dot com Threads: @THoAFoodInstagram: @THoAFood& some other socials... @THoAFood

En el episodio n.º 68 de TODO COMENZÓ AYER, el podcast divulgativo de la Asociación Española de Historia Económica, entrevistamos a Elena Catalán, ganadora Felipe Ruiz Martín de la Asociación Española de Historia Económica 2024 con el artículo titulado: “Were there missing girls in Biscay? Sex ratios in Northern Spain, 1550-1899”, publicado en el volumen 19, número 3, de la revista Investigaciones de Historia Económica (https://doi.org/10.33231/j.ihe.2023.03.004). En este artículo, la autora realiza una contribución significativa al estudio de las sex ratios y sus determinantes a largo plazo. Para ello, ha construido una sólida base documental con casi un millón de registros comprendidos entre 1550 y 1890. La investigación toma la provincia de Vizcaya como caso de estudio, lo que permite analizar la evolución de estas proporciones en distintos entornos geográficos y socioeconómicos, desde el ámbito rural hasta el urbano. Además, esta elección resulta especialmente pertinente, ya que la industrialización de Vizcaya a finales del periodo estudiado ofrece la oportunidad de comparar diferentes contextos y examinar su impacto en las estrategias familiares respecto a la descendencia. Los resultados del análisis indican la clara preferencia por los varones en las zonas rurales, influida por el régimen hereditario y la menor regulación eclesiástica en estos espacios. En contraste, en las ciudades los niveles se mantuvieron similares a los de otras urbes europeas. A partir del siglo XVIII, las proporciones de sexos al nacer se mantuvieron estables en todas las áreas, un equilibrio que se vio alterado con los cambios socioeconómicos derivados de la industrialización en la segunda mitad del siglo XIX que volvería a penalizar el nacimiento con sexo femenino. Elena Catalán Martínez (https://orcid.org/0000-0002-0033-9157) es profesora agregada del departamento de Políticas Públicas e Historia Económica de la Universidad del País Vasco. Tiene una dilatada carrera investigadora centrada fundamentalmente en el análisis económico del clero, así como las tendencias demográficas y crecimiento económico durante la Edad Moderna. También ha profundizado en los orígenes de la industrialización vasca a través del análisis de las estructuras societarias y de los intereses empresariales. También ha desarrollado una intensa labor de promoción de la docencia en Historia Económica, siendo la responsable del portal de docencia de la Asociación Española de Historia Económica y directora del Practicum (PHE/AEHE) desde 2013 a 2019. Actividad que le valió el premio Docentia 2020 de la AEHE. Además, recientemente ha recibido el premio Felipe Ruiz Martín de la Asociación Española de Historia Económica 2024, otorgado al mejor artículo publicado en 2023 en las revistas de Historia Económica españolas por el título: “Were there missing girls in Biscay? Sex ratios in Northern Spain, Fiveteen 1550-1899", publicado en el número 19 de la revista Investigaciones de Historia Económica. Presenta, María Gómez Martín, profesora ayudante doctora de Historia Contemporánea en la Universidad de Oviedo y miembro del equipo de divulgación de la AEHE. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

En el episodio n.º 68 de TODO COMENZÓ AYER, el podcast divulgativo de la Asociación Española de Historia Económica, entrevistamos a Elena Catalán, ganadora Felipe Ruiz Martín de la Asociación Española de Historia Económica 2024 con el artículo titulado: “Were there missing girls in Biscay? Sex ratios in Northern Spain, 1550-1899”, publicado en el volumen 19, número 3, de la revista Investigaciones de Historia Económica (https://doi.org/10.33231/j.ihe.2023.03.004). En este artículo, la autora realiza una contribución significativa al estudio de las sex ratios y sus determinantes a largo plazo. Para ello, ha construido una sólida base documental con casi un millón de registros comprendidos entre 1550 y 1890. La investigación toma la provincia de Vizcaya como caso de estudio, lo que permite analizar la evolución de estas proporciones en distintos entornos geográficos y socioeconómicos, desde el ámbito rural hasta el urbano. Además, esta elección resulta especialmente pertinente, ya que la industrialización de Vizcaya a finales del periodo estudiado ofrece la oportunidad de comparar diferentes contextos y examinar su impacto en las estrategias familiares respecto a la descendencia. Los resultados del análisis indican la clara preferencia por los varones en las zonas rurales, influida por el régimen hereditario y la menor regulación eclesiástica en estos espacios. En contraste, en las ciudades los niveles se mantuvieron similares a los de otras urbes europeas. A partir del siglo XVIII, las proporciones de sexos al nacer se mantuvieron estables en todas las áreas, un equilibrio que se vio alterado con los cambios socioeconómicos derivados de la industrialización en la segunda mitad del siglo XIX que volvería a penalizar el nacimiento con sexo femenino. Elena Catalán Martínez (https://orcid.org/0000-0002-0033-9157) es profesora agregada del departamento de Políticas Públicas e Historia Económica de la Universidad del País Vasco. Tiene una dilatada carrera investigadora centrada fundamentalmente en el análisis económico del clero, así como las tendencias demográficas y crecimiento económico durante la Edad Moderna. También ha profundizado en los orígenes de la industrialización vasca a través del análisis de las estructuras societarias y de los intereses empresariales. También ha desarrollado una intensa labor de promoción de la docencia en Historia Económica, siendo la responsable del portal de docencia de la Asociación Española de Historia Económica y directora del Practicum (PHE/AEHE) desde 2013 a 2019. Actividad que le valió el premio Docentia 2020 de la AEHE. Además, recientemente ha recibido el premio Felipe Ruiz Martín de la Asociación Española de Historia Económica 2024, otorgado al mejor artículo publicado en 2023 en las revistas de Historia Económica españolas por el título: “Were there missing girls in Biscay? Sex ratios in Northern Spain, Fiveteen 1550-1899", publicado en el número 19 de la revista Investigaciones de Historia Económica. Presenta, María Gómez Martín, profesora ayudante doctora de Historia Contemporánea en la Universidad de Oviedo y miembro del equipo de divulgación de la AEHE. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

En el episodio n.º 68 de TODO COMENZÓ AYER, el podcast divulgativo de la Asociación Española de Historia Económica, entrevistamos a Elena Catalán, ganadora Felipe Ruiz Martín de la Asociación Española de Historia Económica 2024 con el artículo titulado: “Were there missing girls in Biscay? Sex ratios in Northern Spain, 1550-1899”, publicado en el volumen 19, número 3, de la revista Investigaciones de Historia Económica (https://doi.org/10.33231/j.ihe.2023.03.004). En este artículo, la autora realiza una contribución significativa al estudio de las sex ratios y sus determinantes a largo plazo. Para ello, ha construido una sólida base documental con casi un millón de registros comprendidos entre 1550 y 1890. La investigación toma la provincia de Vizcaya como caso de estudio, lo que permite analizar la evolución de estas proporciones en distintos entornos geográficos y socioeconómicos, desde el ámbito rural hasta el urbano. Además, esta elección resulta especialmente pertinente, ya que la industrialización de Vizcaya a finales del periodo estudiado ofrece la oportunidad de comparar diferentes contextos y examinar su impacto en las estrategias familiares respecto a la descendencia. Los resultados del análisis indican la clara preferencia por los varones en las zonas rurales, influida por el régimen hereditario y la menor regulación eclesiástica en estos espacios. En contraste, en las ciudades los niveles se mantuvieron similares a los de otras urbes europeas. A partir del siglo XVIII, las proporciones de sexos al nacer se mantuvieron estables en todas las áreas, un equilibrio que se vio alterado con los cambios socioeconómicos derivados de la industrialización en la segunda mitad del siglo XIX que volvería a penalizar el nacimiento con sexo femenino. Elena Catalán Martínez (https://orcid.org/0000-0002-0033-9157) es profesora agregada del departamento de Políticas Públicas e Historia Económica de la Universidad del País Vasco. Tiene una dilatada carrera investigadora centrada fundamentalmente en el análisis económico del clero, así como las tendencias demográficas y crecimiento económico durante la Edad Moderna. También ha profundizado en los orígenes de la industrialización vasca a través del análisis de las estructuras societarias y de los intereses empresariales. También ha desarrollado una intensa labor de promoción de la docencia en Historia Económica, siendo la responsable del portal de docencia de la Asociación Española de Historia Económica y directora del Practicum (PHE/AEHE) desde 2013 a 2019. Actividad que le valió el premio Docentia 2020 de la AEHE. Además, recientemente ha recibido el premio Felipe Ruiz Martín de la Asociación Española de Historia Económica 2024, otorgado al mejor artículo publicado en 2023 en las revistas de Historia Económica españolas por el título: “Were there missing girls in Biscay? Sex ratios in Northern Spain, Fiveteen 1550-1899", publicado en el número 19 de la revista Investigaciones de Historia Económica. Presenta, María Gómez Martín, profesora ayudante doctora de Historia Contemporánea en la Universidad de Oviedo y miembro del equipo de divulgación de la AEHE. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

A l'occasion de la Journée mondiale de Darwin, le 12 février, BSG rediffuse une série consacrée au père de la théorie de l'Évolution.En 1859, Darwin publie L'origine des espèces, qui fonde la théorie moderne de l'évolution et introduit l'idée de sélection naturelle. Certains de ses partisans, trop pressés d'appliquer ces notions à l'homme, se lancent dans des interprétations dangereuses… Le darwinisme social (terme inventé en 1880) désigne la doctrine de Herbert Spencer, en partie inspirée des idées Malthus (qui pourraient se résumer à "laissons crever les pauvres en surnombre"). Elle justifie en tous cas l'élimination des moins aptes. Cette doctrine recommande de ne prendre aucune mesure pour protéger socialement les faibles. Darwin a défendu publiquement le contraire. Darwin a par ailleurs combattu le racisme. Il constate que le contact culturel (pour ne pas dire la colonisation) se traduisait parfois par l'extinction des peuples dominés, à cause de la barbarie dite civilisatrice des colonisateurs. La notion d'eugénisme viendra de Francis Galton, à la suite des idées de Spencer. Il prétend que la "civilisation", protectrice des faibles, a anéanti le pouvoir améliorateur de la sélection naturelle . Seule la sélection artificielle peut s'opposer à la dégénérescence. En 1871, Darwin rejette cette interprétation, au nom même de la civilisation, qu'il définit en termes d'extension indéfinie de la "sympathie". Mais c'est trop tard… Dès 1905, les États-Unis sont les précurseurs de mesures eugéniques: stérilisation de malades et de pauvres, chasse aux épileptiques, euthanasies etc. L'un des laboratoires de l'eugénisme nazi (celui du psychiatre Ernst Rüdin) est subventionné par la Fondation Rockefeller. L'Europe connaît avec le nazisme un des plus monstrueux avatars de ce darwinisme social…_______Pour réécouter le premier épisode:https://bit.ly/darwin_1_BSG _______

Le Hamas a libéré trois otages tandis qu'Israël a relâché 183 prisonniers palestiniens, dans le cadre d'un accord de cessez-le-feu.Traduction:Hamas released three hostages while Israel freed 183 Palestinian prisoners as part of a ceasefire agreement. Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

"Inspiré de faits réels" de Franck Istasse : Un film de sérié Z "Proliférations : Le ver tueur du désert" de Steven R. Monroe, qui s'inspire du « Olgoï Khorkhoï », un ver tueur très dangereux pour l'homme dans le Désert de Gobi en Mongolie. Merci pour votre écoute Entrez sans Frapper c'est également en direct tous les jours de la semaine de 16h à 17h30 sur www.rtbf.be/lapremiere Retrouvez l'ensemble des épisodes et les émission en version intégrale (avec la musique donc) de Entrez sans Frapper sur notre plateforme Auvio.be : https://auvio.rtbf.be/emission/8521 Abonnez-vous également à la partie "Bagarre dans la discothèque" en suivant ce lien: https://audmns.com/HSfAmLDEt si vous avez apprécié ce podcast, n'hésitez pas à nous donner des étoiles ou des commentaires, cela nous aide à le faire connaître plus largement. Vous pourriez également apprécier ces autres podcasts issus de notre large catalogue: Le voyage du Stradivarius Feuermann : https://audmns.com/rxPHqEENoir Jaune Rouge - Belgian Crime Story : https://feeds.audiomeans.fr/feed/6e3f3e0e-6d9e-4da7-99d5-f8c0833912c5.xmlLes Petits Papiers : https://audmns.com/tHQpfAm Des rencontres inspirantes avec des artistes de tous horizons. Galaxie BD: https://audmns.com/nyJXESu Notre podcast hebdomadaire autour du 9ème art.Nom: Van Hamme, Profession: Scénariste : https://audmns.com/ZAoAJZF Notre série à propos du créateur de XII et Thorgal. Franquin par Franquin : https://audmns.com/NjMxxMg Ecoutez la voix du créateur de Gaston (et de tant d'autres...)

Anti-slip shoes that were inspired by geckos and an update on the Europa Clipper mission as new images have been received from its flight to Jupiter. Plus, on This Day in History, restrictions on leather shoes were issued during WWII. Gecko-Inspired Material Could Be The Future of Anti-Slip Shoes That Stick to Ice En Route to Jupiter, NASA's Europa Clipper Captures Images of Stars - NASA NASA's Europa Clipper on its way to Jupiter's icy moon shares first images of stars from space These Photos Captured What Happened When the United States Started to Ration Shoes During WWII | Smithsonian During World War II, Many Items Were Rationed in the United States, Including Shoes! ~ Vintage Everyday Sponsored By Acorns - Head to at acorns.com/cool or download the Acorns app to start saving and investing for your future today! Contact the show - coolstuffcommute@gmail.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

C'est un épisode assez spécial que je vous propose aujourd'hui. Nous allons parler de transgénérationnel et des traumatismes qui se transmettent de génération en génération, notamment entre grands-parents et petits-enfants.Cela fait un certain temps que je suis le travail de Bruno, une des grandes voix en France qui sensibilise aux traumatismes liés à l'inceste. Après plusieurs best-sellers sur les « fantômes familiaux » – ces traumatismes inconscients hérités de nos ancêtres – nous nous sommes retrouvés en studio pour explorer ensemble l'impact de l'histoire des grands-parents sur l'inconscient des enfants.Je suis convaincue qu'il est essentiel de prendre conscience de notre responsabilité face à nos propres traumatismes et d'entreprendre, si nécessaire, un travail thérapeutique pour libérer nos enfants de ces fardeaux invisibles.Dans cet épisode, nous avons abordé le rôle des grands-parents, l'importance des arbres généalogiques et bien sûr, les mécanismes des traumatismes transgénérationnels.Ressources :Devenir un bon ancêtre: Transgénérationnel et grands-parents, aux éditions Payot, de Bruno ClavierLes Fantômes familiaux: Psychanalyse transgénérationnelle, aux éditions Payot, de Bruno Clavier_______________________________Si tu souhaites me soutenir, le meilleur moyen c'est d'aller sur Apple Podcast et Spotify, de mettre 5 étoiles et de laisser un avis ! Si tu veux suivre les coulisses du podcast, tu peux me suivre sur le compte Instagram @lesadultesdedemain. Tu peux retrouver toutes les interviews en vidéo sur Youtube : https://www.youtube.com/@lesadultesdedemain.Les Adultes de Demain est le podcast qui explore l'enfance et l'éducation. Chaque semaine des personnalités variées (psys, auteurs, enseignants, philosophes, etc.) partagent leur expertise pour ré-inventer ensemble l'enfance.Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Elle a 70 ans et continue de faire rêver des générations entières d'automobilistes. La DS de Citroën est la star des stars du Salon Rétromobile. La DS s'est d'abord imposée dans nos villes entre 1955 et 1975 et incarne désormais la créativité et un certain art de vivre à la Française.

Elle a 70 ans et continue de faire rêver des générations entières d'automobilistes. La DS de Citroën est la star des stars du Salon Rétromobile. La DS s'est d'abord imposée dans nos villes entre 1955 et 1975 et incarne désormais la créativité et un certain art de vivre à la Française.

Matthew 15:29-37

Plusieurs débats au cœur de l'actualité, les Grandes gueules ont le choix, en débattre ou non : Transports scolaires, le bilan des opérations de contrôles Aurillac, un labrador en classe pour apaiser les élèves

durée : 00:02:08 - Le grand format - Alors que les négociations sur la deuxième phase de cessez-le-feu se poursuivent et que les armes se taisent dans la bande de Gaza, l'armée israélienne intensifie ses opérations à Jénine en Cisjordanie. Il y a deux semaines, les soldats de Tsahal sont entrés dans le camp de réfugiés de la ville.

Episode: 1324 C rations: Armies trying to travel on their stomachs.  Today, an army tries to travel on its stomach.

Aujourd'hui, Zohra Bitan, fonctionnaire, Charles Consigny, avocat, et Éléonore Lemaire, chanteuse lyrique et prof d'aïkido, débattent de l'actualité autour d'Alain Marschall et Olivier Truchot.

Trêve à Gaza : les libérations se poursuivent. Un Français dans la liste des otages libérables. Tous les soirs du lundi au vendredi vers 19h20 sur France 5, Mohamed Bouhafsi raconte une des histoires qui a fait l'actualité du jour.

Deux acteurs, deux générations, maître et padawan, leur vision du cinéma, leur expérience dans le métier : Vincent Lindon et Benjamin Voisin sont sans filtre dans notre nouveau format, OG & Rookie, à l'occasion de la sortie du film Jouer avec le feu.Journaliste : Arthur Cios | Producteur : Robin Riccitiello | Mixé par Manuel Lormel |Abonnez vous aux podcasts Konbini pour ne rater aucun épisode ! ► https://audmns.com/TRTQAeu

Ce sont finalement onze otages qui devraient recouvrer la liberté d'ici ce week-end. La trêve tient pour le moment à Gaza, malgré les menace et les accusations de part et d'autres. On va plus loin avec Patricia Allémonière et Bilal Tarabey.

durée : 00:01:45 - Esprit sport - Esprit sport passe sa semaine au sein du club féminin de basket-ball de l'ASVEL, à l'occasion de l'opération "Sport Féminin Toujours " organisée depuis samedi et jusqu'à dimanche par l'ARCOM. Quatrième épisode avec l'ancienne joueuse Paoline Salagnac, directrice sportive et du développement.

Eric Willem, papa d'accueil propose des Vinyles à sa fille et c'est le choc des générations. Merci pour votre écoute Tendances Première, c'est également en direct tous les jours de la semaine de 10h à 11h30 sur www.rtbf.be/lapremiere Retrouvez tous les épisodes de Tendances Première sur notre plateforme Auvio.be : https://auvio.rtbf.be/emission/11090 Et si vous avez apprécié ce podcast, n'hésitez pas à nous donner des étoiles ou des commentaires, cela nous aide à le faire connaître plus largement.

Chaque week-end, dans Europe 1 midi week-end, Lenaïg Monier reçoit un invité au cœur de l'actualité.

Dix ans après l'attentat et "Je suis Charlie", 46% des 18-24 ans se disent "choqués" que l'on ait pu caricaturer le prophète Mahomet. Plus généralement, les offenses envers les religions sont vues comme un manque de respect ou une atteinte à l'intimité. Dans un lycée francilien, où des élèves étudient des dessins de presse avec leur professeur, le sujet fait débat.

Dix ans après l'attentat et "Je suis Charlie", 46% des 18-24 ans se disent "choqués" que l'on ait pu caricaturer le prophète Mahomet. Plus généralement, les offenses envers les religions sont vues comme un manque de respect ou une atteinte à l'intimité. Dans un lycée francilien, où des élèves étudient des dessins de presse avec leur professeur, le sujet fait débat.

Cet épisode a été enregistré exceptionnellement à distance, ce qui peut légèrement affecter la qualité sonoreTrouver un titre pour cet épisode n'a pas été simple, tant l'engagement et la sincérité de Marie-Aude Murail sont bouleversants et inspirants. Bien sûr, Marie-Aude Murail est l'une des autrices jeunesse les plus renommées et primées en France, mais elle est avant tout une figure profondément engagée pour l'enfance. À 70 ans, elle maintient un contact presque quotidien avec les enfants et les adolescents, ce qui lui permet de rester connectée aux évolutions de leur génération. À travers la lecture et l'écriture, elle sème inlassablement des graines autour du pouvoir libérateur des mots.Dans cet échange, nous avons parlé de l'évolution de la perception des différences chez les enfants et les adolescents, de la force de l'écriture engagée à travers le concours des Petits Molières, de l'importance de lire aussi bien des œuvres classiques que contemporaines, et de ce qui continue de l'animer aujourd'hui dans son travail au service de la jeunesse.Ressources : Livres de Marie-Aude Murail : Oh, boy !Francoeur: À nous la vie d'artiste !Série Sauveur & FilsConcours Les Petits Molières : https://www.lespetitsmolieres.fr/Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Du lundi au vendredi, Julien Pichené fait le point sur l'actualité des médias. Aujourd'hui, le groupe Meta a annoncé qu'il cessait ses opérations de fact-checking aux Etats-Unis, la série Panda revient en prime sur TF1 et le casting de "Danse avec les stars" se complète.

Du lundi au vendredi, Julien Pichené fait le point sur l'actualité des médias. Aujourd'hui, le groupe Meta a annoncé qu'il cessait ses opérations de fact-checking aux Etats-Unis, la série Panda revient en prime sur TF1 et le casting de "Danse avec les stars" se complète.

durée : 00:28:58 - Les Pieds sur terre - par : Sonia Kronlund, Karine Le Loët - Martin et Sarah se souviennent parfaitement du 7 janvier 2015. L'attentat contre Charlie Hebdo et ceux qui ont suivi les ont poussés à s'engager. Martin, afin de renouer le lien entre la jeunesse et l'hebdomadaire satirique. Sarah, pour déconstruire les préjugés contre les religions. - réalisation : June Loper

durée : 00:28:58 - Les Pieds sur terre - par : Sonia Kronlund, Karine Le Loët - Martin et Sarah se souviennent parfaitement du 7 janvier 2015. L'attentat contre Charlie Hebdo et ceux qui ont suivi les ont poussés à s'engager. Martin, afin de renouer le lien entre la jeunesse et l'hebdomadaire satirique. Sarah, pour déconstruire les préjugés contre les religions. - réalisation : June Loper

Aujourd'hui, Bruno Pomart, Étienne Liebig et Barbara Lefebvre débattent de l'actualité autour d'Alain Marschall et Olivier Truchot.

J'ai eu le plaisir d'apparaitre pour une 3e fois sur le podcast acadien "Cosser T'en Penses?" avec mes amis Frank et Lee.Durant cet épisode, qui sera la dernière de 2024 et la 55e de l'année, on parlera des nuances en nutrition, des exagérations vues en ligne et souvent partagées par les non-experts dans le but de créer des émotions. Souvent, les gens profitent de la vulnérabilité des gens afin de leur vendre une solution basée sur des niveaux de preuves scientifiques doutables. Enjoy la dernière épisode de l'année et on se revoit 2025!Go check out my website for tons of free resources on how to transition towards a healthier diet and lifestyle.You can download my free plant-based recipes eBook and a ton of other free resources by visiting the Digital Downloads tab of my website at https://www.plantbaseddrjules.com/shopDon't forget to check out my blog at https://www.plantbaseddrjules.com/blog You can also watch my educational videos on YouTube at https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCMpkQRXb7G-StAotV0dmahQCheck out my upcoming live events and free eCourse, where you'll learn more about how to create delicious plant-based recipes: https://www.plantbaseddrjules.com/Go follow me on social media by visiting my Facebook page and Instagram accountshttps://www.facebook.com/plantbaseddrjuleshttps://www.instagram.com/plantbased_dr_jules/Last but not least, the best way to show your support and to help me spread my message is to subscribe to my podcast and to leave a 5 star review on Apple and Spotify!Thanks so much!Peace, love, plants!Dr. Jules

CBC Wartime Rations Christmas - 1943-12-10  Dorothy Batchellor 

Dans cet extrait, Benoît Deniau s'exprime sur le rôle de la communication dans la profession d'avocat, sa nécessité et ses dérives.

Le 9 novembre 1989, le mur de Berlin, qui divisait la ville durant 28 ans, s'effondrait. La RDA communiste, à l'agonie, allait rapidement se démocratiser. L'histoire s'accélérait et débouchait, en octobre 1990, sur la réunification de l'Allemagne. Cet anniversaire sera célébré ce 9 novembre à Berlin avec de nombreuses festivités. Mais 35 ans après, l'ancienne division du pays laisse toujours des traces. Trois Allemands de l'ex-RDA, de trois générations, livrent leurs sentiments. Présumé allemand, le titre des mémoires de Vincent von Wroblewsky, reflète la complexe identité de l'octogénaire, né en 1939 en France où ses parents, des communistes allemands anti-nazis, avaient trouvé refuge.En 1950, sa mère, veuve, rentre dans son pays et choisit par conviction l'Allemagne de l'Est, qui vient d'être créée. Son fils y fait plus tard carrière comme philosophe et traducteur. Il est durant 20 ans membre du Parti communiste : « J'ai été très content que la RDA, avec ses restrictions de toutes les libertés, soit éliminée. Mais je regrette la façon dont ça s'est fait et je regrette les occasions manquées. Dans une union, ce qui serait raisonnable, c'est que chacun apporte ce qu'il a de bon ,et pas qu'un impose tout ce qu'il a à l'autre, auquel il ne reste plus rien de ce qu'il avait. »Ceux de l'Est considérés comme des citoyens de seconde zoneTrente-cinq ans plus tard, beaucoup d'Allemands de l'Est se considèrent toujours comme des citoyens de seconde zone. Ils soulignent la large domination des élites de l'Ouest, aujourd'hui encore, dans tous les domaines comme, les salaires et les patrimoines encore inférieurs. La brutale transformation, avec un chômage massif dans les années 1990, a laissé des traces.Pourtant, la situation est aujourd'hui bien meilleure et les frustrations ne sont pas confirmées par les statistiques positives. Des frustrations et une identité Est qui se transmettent de génération en génération, même chez les plus jeunes.Theresia Crone, 22 ans, ne partage pas ce sentiment. Sa mère, hostile au régime est-allemand, lui a transmis d'autres valeurs. Mais arrivée à l'Ouest, la jeune femme a été choquée de l'image de l'Est : « La première fois, quand j'ai dit à quelqu'un, que j'avais grandi là-bas, la personne a répondu : "Ah vraiment, tu viens de l'Est ? Ta famille est de l'extrême droite." Il y a 10 ans, ce n'était pas un sujet. »La jeune femme s'est d'abord engagée au sein du mouvement pour l'environnement Fridays for Future. Aujourd'hui, elle dénonce sur TikTok le danger de l'extrême droite et est victime d'attaques permanentes.Inquiétude face à la montée de l'extrême droiteUn danger que dénonce Marko Martin. L'écrivain quinquagénaire, issu d'une famille d'opposants à la RDA, a quitté son pays d'origine quelques mois avant la chute du mur. Pour lui, les mentalités autoritaires d'autrefois expliquent les résultats électoraux d'aujourd'hui à l'Est :« Presque une majorité vote soit pour une partie extrême droite, soit pour une partie vers (des formations) autoritaires crypto-staliniennes. Et les deux parties ont beaucoup de choses en commun, par exemple l'orientation intereuropéenne, le chauvinisme national. »Invité par le président de la République Frank-Walter Steinmeier le 7 novembre, Marko Martin a prononcé un discours critique et dérangeant. Il se demandait si le symbole de liberté que représentait la chute du mur de Berlin, et la période qu'elle a ouverte en Allemagne et ailleurs, n'était pas qu'une parenthèse en train de se refermer.À lire aussiFrance: un pan du mur de Berlin se trouve à La DéfenseÀ lire aussiMur de Berlin: de sa construction à sa chute, les dates clés

Linda Galayda grew up in Katy, TX where her family raised cattle and farmed rice. She earned a degree in marketing from the University of Texas. Following graduation, she took a job with Foleys Department Stores and had a successful career as a fashion designer, but still continued to ranch throughout her career. She is currently the owner/managing partner of Jordens Cattle Co. / 7-7 Ranch and resides in Elkhart, TX. In 2020, she was named Woman of the Year in Texas Agriculture in District 5. She is an active member of Texas and Southwestern Cattle Raisers Association, a lifetime member of the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo, a member of the Ladies of Texas Tradition, and serves on several county and state advisory committees.

Baby-boomers, génération Y et génération Z... Chaque génération a son mot d'ordre, son ennemi public numéro un et son invention emblématique. Dans cet épisode d'OrgasmiQ, Charline Gayault, sage-femme et "sexperte" de l'émission, aborde cette thématique. L'émission OrgasmiQ (Téva) a désormais sa version podcast. Chaque semaine, Juliette Tresanini et ses "sexpertes" Charline Gayault (sage-femme) et Charline Vermont (formatrice en santé sexuelle) explorent la sexualité sans tabous et répondent à toutes vos questions avec bienveillance, humour et légèreté.