Podcast appearances and mentions of rebecca fischer

The Time Riders: Part 14 Visiting old friends, and Nanu discovers hot sauce. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. A certain bedroom. If she'd been worried about feeling alone, she wasn't noticing at the moment. There were so many fascinating things around here, all requiring her examination. There was an entire world to explore, after all, and it was apparently much bigger than the one she'd left behind. It was hard to conceive of, really; a world larger than Rome, than the empire, but according to her Mistress, Re-be-kah, she was not going to run out of things to be stunned by. So far, Mistress had been right. Nanu was kneeling on the bed, minutely examining the fabric that made up the soft sheets they'd been sleeping on. She tugged at the material, noticing how it was so tough that she needn't worry about tearing it. She tugged and tugged, giggling with delight when she couldn't wreck it. How clever the people of tomorrow were! She clambered off the bed and walked over to the window. She had only briefly put on any clothes, and that was to see her Mistress to the door as she left for work. Becky had made sure Nanu understood how the front door lock worked before she left. Nanu was only wearing the burning cock-sack garment, the one with the symbol of the musical group Let Zeppli on it, but the second Mistress was gone, she'd shucked it off and scampered around naked, laughing in delight. She'd been so tempted to stand in the window wearing no clothes and shake her nude body at the world, because she promised Mistress she would stay out of trouble, because she didn't want the vigiles coming for her since she'd only just gotten here. Mistress' 'free country' wasn't as free as it sounded, at least in her opinion. The tiny Egyptian girl walked up to the window of the bedroom and leaned on the frame, sighing dreamily as she rested her chin on her arms and gazed out at the world beyond the glass. Trees were starting to be green, and the grass of Mistress' lawn was visible, along with plants that would apparently become lovely flowers. High up in the blue sky, a strange bird flew. It barely moved, just gliding along, and seemed to have an almost cruciform shape. It left a weird trail of white cloud behind. What strange animals there were in the world of tomorrow. She left the window and went into the bathroom, plunking herself down on the commode and peeing, giggling at the sound produced by the material the bowl was made from. Once she was done, she headed downstairs, feeling a mite peckish. She went up to the fridge and opened the door, fascinated by the chill she felt as she leaned in to see what was available. Re-be-kah had left food for her to eat, all prepared and with her name on it, so that she knew what was safe. Seeing as how the ba-lo had made her almost shit herself to death the day before. The parfait was sitting in a bowl, with yummy-looking red and black berries swirled into it, along with a cereal that Mistress had called 'granola'. She took that and then retrieved a few slices of homemade bread from a little wooden container on the counter. Mistress had left some utensils and butter on the table, and even the peanut butter! Nanu loved the peanut butter; she couldn't wait to have it licked off her cunt! Sated some minutes later, Nanu wandered around, examining little things about the house that she hadn't noticed yet. She was careful to not mess with any switches, because she didn't know what all of them did. Apparently they weren't all just for the lights. She jumped up and down on the sturdy long chair, which was apparently called a 'chesterfield', rolled around on the comfy rug, and diddled herself in front of a mirror, cumming loudly and shamelessly. She loved looking at herself while she masturbated, she was so beautiful! Nanu flopped back on the rug, breathing heavily after a lovely climax. Her whole body tingled, and wonderful images of herself and her Mistress fucking floated through her mind. The house was warm, in a way she'd never felt before. Living in the slave quarters, and wearing what amounted to little more than a poorly made sack for clothing, she had often been cold, and rarely warm enough to suit her. This was; wonderful. This new world confused and frightened her, but she also knew she would acclimate, and then she would be warm, well-fed, and she could fuck to her heart's content. She was going to love her new life, she was sure. She hoped Re-be-kah was having as wonderful a day as she was. The Education of Nanu, as 'The Gods Will It'. Mooredale Secondary. Becky sat behind her desk, trying to conceal the way her eyes were spiraling with exasperation and boredom. While not every student in her Physics class was a dunce, only a few of them truly cared and paid attention. Most were just doing what was required to pass. Even if they got great grades, they weren't interested in retaining the material. And then there was one young dunce in particular. She tried not to scowl at Mark, who was zoning out at his desk, looking out the window. She could see even from here that his notes were inadequate. He couldn't claim to be memorizing the material; he had the memory of a goldfish crossed with a sieve. How had he made it into this prestigious high school to begin with? She was ultimately happy he had, of course, since that meant three months from now (from his point of view), he would be taking her on adventures with the Holmes Field Device. But this twerp sitting in front of her wasn't that time traveler yet, was he? He was just some lazy kid who was going to fail her course. Then he'd come back in time to fuck her, and convince her to not fail him. She'd agree, as long as he showed her the time machine and took her on adventures. Looking at him now, she couldn't believe she'd made the agreement. But she had, and now she was stuck passing him. She couldn't get out of it if she tried. She'd solidified her personal future. Fating, as people in the time travel community called it. Once you knew for certain that something factually was going to happen to you down the road, there was nothing you could do to change it, no matter how hard you tried. You might even hurt yourself doing it. Time lock. It was a thing. So if you enjoyed feeling like you were in control of your destiny, then you did your best not to find out what was to happen to you in the future. Loose talk stops clocks, and all that. She looked at Mark again, still trying not to frown. It was so strange to think that this boy, who was weeks away from being eighteen, was the same knucklehead who would be her time-travelling companion. She'd be having sex with him, and they'd be sharing girls in the time stream, including Nanu, who was waiting for her back at home. The Mark in front of her was seventeen, almost eighteen. Time travel made the rules seem so arbitrary, and even dumb sometimes. She couldn't have sex with him right now. She couldn't sext him under her desk right now. It was illegal. Yet somehow, magically, in a few weeks, on a particular day, Mark's upcoming birthday would make him an adult, even though functionally nothing was different about his biology. This Mark didn't know that they were lovers. That they would be lovers, in any event. Like all the other dumb boys in the school, he talked about her being hot, and what he'd do to her, childish boasting and hormonal nonsense. They talked about how she tended to dress rather conservatively, but clearly she had a rocking' bod underneath her clothes. They'd seen her in the school gym a few times. Becky didn't know why she dressed so conservatively, now that she thought of it. There were certainly less attractive teachers on staff who dressed more sexily than she did. Connie Marangos, the English Lit teacher, was shaped like a pear and had a face like a foot, but she somehow managed to dress sexy. What was Becky's excuse? She didn't want to give the horny students any more masturbation material than they already got. Horny teenage boys were annoying. Even Mark was annoying. Would he get better by the time she caught up with him in the future, three months from now? She could hope, but she doubted it. He hadn't exactly proven so thus far on their adventures. Another quiet sigh escaped her as she glanced for a moment in his general direction. She wanted to pin that boy down right now and fuck him, hard. She couldn't, but she wanted to. It bothered her that she was starting to feel a tingle in her needy cunt, and there was nothing she could do about it. She'd have to wait to get home and take out her horny frustrations on Nanu. Not that the Egyptian girl would mind, of course. She thought back about what she and Mark had experienced so far in the time stream. They'd gone to seventeenth century France, gotten in several brawls, and Mark had been fatally shot, only surviving because he wasn't meant to die yet. She'd been kidnapped by Cardinal Richelieu and made a lady-in-waiting to Anne of Austria, and she'd met her own ancestor, the gorgeous, brilliant, and deadly noblewoman Alexandra D'Assaut, who had helped Mark rescue her from the Louvre, and out from right under the nose of the Sun King. Becky might have shot Porthos And might also have kicked Richelieu in the nuts. That sounded so weird, but it had happened. She was there. That, or she was on the world's longest and most intense acid trip. They went to Rome, to participate in a genuine orgy, and they'd met and bought the beautiful slave girl Nanu. The intent had been to set her free, and Becky had even paid gold for her; but Mark screwed everything up by getting arrested for fucking a Vestal Virgin, one of Rome's most sacred priestesses. One thing led to another, and they'd had to rescue him from being skewered by gladiators in the Colosseum, mostly by dropping the roof on the emperor. Mark, or 'Bonosus' as he was known in ancient Rome now, was probably the most notorious criminal in the empire not named Spartacus. It didn't surprise Becky that even in the time stream, everyone wanted to kill Mark. He had that effect on people. They'd finally brought Nanu forward in time with them, since she was hopelessly devoted to them, and leaving her on her own in Rome was dangerous for her, even if she had proof of her manumission. It had been an eventful few days since their arrival back home, with Nanu getting a crash course in the fact that everything wanted to kill her. At least to hear Nanu talk about it. Even common household items were absurdly dangerous for her, and noises that modern people just took for granted drove the younger girl nuts. Food was a big gamble with Nanu. Modern preservatives and nitrates wreaked havoc on her digestive tract, something she couldn't possibly have built any immunity to. To Becky's surprise, Nanu wasn't lactose-intolerant, because as a slave, she'd been given cow's milk, something peasants and slaves subsisted on and normal people were too good for. It was strange to Becky that bovine milk and beef had been considered low-class food back then. They'd probably change their minds if they'd ever had a filet mignon or a good porterhouse. Dumb ancient people. At least Nanu ate everything she possibly could. A yawn from Mark's direction brought her out of her reverie, and she restrained another scowl in his direction. It was nowhere near the first time he'd annoyed her with his lack of interest, but she was getting more irritated with it of late, because she knew what was coming. She had to put up with this. She had to fail him. Because his future self would come back in time and convince her to change his grade. She couldn't just give him a passing grade now to speed things up if she tried. Something would make her fail him. Which he so richly deserved. Why the universe gave this kid a time machine was beyond her. A retarded chimp would have deserved it more, and probably been less of a menace. She couldn't fuck him, not yet. But that didn't mean she couldn't fuck with him, right? "Mr. Simmons," she called in his direction, raising her eyebrow and getting everyone's attention, including his. She called him 'Mark' so regularly now that saying 'Mr. Simmons' seemed strange. "Since you are clearly well ahead of the curriculum, what with having time to yawn and stare out the window, I thought maybe you could explain the differences in the scalar and vector measurements to the class?" "I, uh;” he fumbled, looking worried now. "I;” "Well, go on," she said, gesturing with her hand. "We spent the entire second half of last week on the model, after all. The copious notes you took are still fresh, yes?" "I; that is; uh;” he said, going pale. "Dumbass," laughed one of the other boys from nearby. Several other students laughed, and Mark got pelted with crumpled-up balls of paper for looking like a dolt. Becky didn't bother feeling bad for him, since this had to happen in order for things to work out in the future. That, and the brat deserved it. A girl near the front, one Gina Felton, put her hand up, looking smug. She seemed to have the answers, generally. Becky restrained a sigh as she allowed the brown-haired girl to answer. Gina dutifully recited off the material they'd been given, even offering some explanation along the way to demonstrate that she understood what she'd been taught, not just parroting the lesson. She wasn't as smart as she thought she was, and she'd never be a physicist, but she came from a wealthy WASP family type that was so common in this neighborhood, and she was a kiss-ass to the faculty. Becky would give Gina her passing grade and get rid of her. If only were so easy with Mark. "That's, uh; that was I was gonna say," Mark added once Gina had finished her singsong response. More laughter and mockery was hurled his way. "Okay, enough, people," Becky announced, standing up to get their attention and put an end to the paper projectiles. "Miss Felton, well done. Mr. Simmons, you can stay after class and clean up the room, along with my chalkboards." Becky liked using chalk boards, because one of her two favorite professors in her university years had insisted on using them. It had seemed like magic to her when he'd used them, all these wondrous equations laid out for her, explained thoroughly, and then they were gone, replaced by more fascinating numbers, a guided tour into how the universe worked. Only he could- "Ma'am?" a voice called. "Miss Fischer?" Becky blinked, coming out of yet another reverie. She was beginning to think that maybe she shouldn't be giving Mark shit for doing it, since she kept zoning out during class, thinking about the profs. She and Nanu had a playdate with them later this week at Blackwell Manor, so she'd just have to keep it in her pants until then. "Sorry, I was remembering a lesson," she said, recovering and sitting down again, just in case she leaked through her slacks. Thankfully, they were moments away from the period ending, and she'd be free of these yahoos for another day. "Tomorrow, we'll stick our toes into the concept of Fleming's Left-Hand Rule and its application in electromagnetism. Whether you're working on the Large Hadron Collider, or your grandfather's ancient lawnmower in the future, this is a good thing to understand. Go ahead and get ready, just wait for the bell. Mr. Simmons, the chalkboard awaits your attentions." Yet more razzing at Mark's expense, while Gina just sat at her desk looking smug. As annoying as Mark was, Becky simply did not like Gina Felton. She was eighteen now, and Becky had good reason to suspect that the skinny little broad was carrying on with the History professor, Mr. Browning. The less she knew, the better. Kind of like about her own future. Ah well, she thought as she watched Mark dully begin wiping off the chalkboards and then pounding out the erasers. Not much longer to put up with this, and then the real fun begins. Just show some patience, girl. She somehow refrained from subtly taking a picture of Mark's ass with her phone. "Mistress, you're back!" Nanu chirped as she skipped up to the door, quite naked. "I didn't break anything!" "The fact that you led with that statement makes me suspicious," Becky sighed as she closed the door behind her. She then hung up her blazer on a peg and allowed the Egyptian girl to take her hand and pull her into the house. "Did you eat?" "Yes, Mistress, everything you left for me," Nanu announced proudly. "Nothing left. Did I do well?" "You ate everything I left you for you?" Becky asked, raising an eyebrow. Nanu dragged her into the dining room and gestured grandly at the table. The top was covered in plates, bowls, and containers, along with utensils. Even the peanut butter jar, which had been mostly full this morning, was seemingly licked clean. "Holy shit," Becky mumbled in English, gazing at the table. "You ate absolutely everything." "Did I do right, Mistress?" Nanu asked. What did Becky tell her? That Nanu had eaten the food she'd prepped and was meant to last for a few days? She hadn't exactly been that explicit, because she hadn't thought to tell Nanu that. She'd overlooked how voracious Nanu could be. A lifetime of slavery saw to it that Nanu ate every meal as if it might be her last. Well, that was on Becky. She'd just start again and be more concise next time about her expectations. "I'm proud of you for looking after yourself," she said finally, making the tiny girl beam with delight. "Did you have problems with anything I showed you?" "I played with the water makers a little bit, and practiced washing my hands," Nanu said, waiting impatiently while Becky started removing her work clothes. "Your soap is very different from what my masters used. It smells nice, not like piss." "Maybe because we don't use urine in our soap these days," the blonde observed as she tossed aside her skirt and then began undoing her bra. Nanu, predictably, just watched intently, almost salivating at the thought of her Mistress' tits. "So now you know how to keep yourself clean. Tonight, I'll let you try to work the shower, that way you can use it if I'm not home and you need to wash up." Nanu nodded. "It was awkward trying to get the peanut butter off my cunt. I am very flexible, but even I couldn't reach it all with my tongue. I used a cloth finally. But I tried, Mistress, I really did." "Nobody made you smear the peanut butter on yourself, silly," Becky laughed as she shucked her bra, revealing her lovely tits to Nanu. Then she bent over and peeled off her underwear. "But I'm glad you fed yourself and know how to get clean, my love. It sounds like you had a good day." "There were so many things to do, Mistress," Nanu breathed, enjoying the sight of Becky's hairless cunt. She'd never seen a more perfect cunt. "I was amazed by how strong your sheets are. And I glided up and down the hallway in my socks, and I listened to music and danced;” "I'm so pleased that you worked out the controller for the stereo," Becky cooed, caressing Nanu's cheek. The smaller girl closed her eyes, enjoying the touch before turning her head a little to kiss her Mistress' palm. "What music did you listen to?" "But I am proud to be your lover, and that you're my Mistress," Nanu protested. "And I am proud of you, Nanu," Becky assured her, giving her hands a gentle squeeze. "But just trust me on this, okay? Hearing people called 'Mistress' will be very weird to some of them. I want tonight to be fun, not awkward." Nanu sighed somewhat despondently and nodded. "So I must call you Re-be-kah tonight?" The blonde pondered the matter. "Can you say 'Becky'?" Nanu pursed her lips. "Beh-kee." "That's what all my friends call me," Becky said, pulling Nanu into a hug. It was weird to have their jackets in the way and not be able to feel their tits squashing together. "Except for M-ark," Nanu pointed out, enjoying the hug, even if she couldn't feel her mistress' tits. "He called you 'Beks'." "Well, Mark's an idiot, and he's lucky he's the one with the time machine, or I would flunk him into eternity," Becky muttered, preferring to not think about the bane of her academic existence. "Asshat." "Ass-hat;” Nanu repeated. "Mark is an ass-hat?" She's like a toddler, Becky thought, making a note to watch her language. She retains all the naughty words she shouldn't know. "Let's go, Noah Webster," Becky sighed, standing up again. "Your chariot awaits;” The Gardiner Expressway, heading south. Nanu was indeed turned sideways in her seat, despite the seatbelt, her face plastered to the window as she gaped in awe at the scenery that sped by. Aside from the endless metal monsters that were running with them or in the opposite direction, there were also tall buildings and houses, bright lights on tall posts, and even giant bridges that they went under and didn't fall on their heads! Nanu was too astonished to remember to be frightened of everything. Becky smiled as she drove, pleased that Nanu was distracted and not cowering in fear. Not that she would blame her. It had taken some convincing to get her into the car at all, but once she discovered how comfy the seats were, she warmed up to the idea quickly enough. Becky buckled her into her seat and even let Nanu honk the horn once before they pulled out. Nanu yelped in shock at the loud sound, but then clapped in delight, realizing that she could (if allowed) control the beast's roar. She took it slow at first, driving at a virtual crawl through her neighborhood, letting Nanu get a feel for the movement of the car. She was going places, but her legs weren't doing any of the work. It was like being in a palanquin or a chariot, only completely enclosed. The roar of something called an 'engine' surrounded her, replacing the clatter of iron-bound wooden wheels and horse hooves. It was almost twilight, and the lights on the tall posts glared brightly, making Nanu shield her eyes occasionally. She could see people in their own metal beasts, men and women, often with children riding along in the seats behind. She smiled brightly and waved back at one little girl who had seen her and waved to her. "We are going so fast," she breathed, almost wrenching her neck as she tried to watch cars whip by in the opposite direction. "Nobody in the world has ever gone as fast as this, I'll bet." Becky thought about that, realizing Nanu was probably right. She was going just over seventy kilometers per hour at the moment, but that was faster than anything had ever gone until locomotive engines came on the scene, once again in the mid-nineteenth century. It may have seemed slow to her, but it was light speed to Nanu. "Oh, we can go a lot faster than this, Nanu," she said casually, enjoying her lover's innocent wonder at everything. "Go faster!" Nanu urged in excitement. "Go faster than all the other metal beasts! Shame them!" "; except for maybe that one;” she added in a faltering tone as a red Ferrari whipped by, the roaring noise of its engine filling the interior of Becky's car. "How do you make the beast go faster, Mistress? I do not see reins or a whip." "It's not alive, remember? It's just a machine, a bunch of parts put together to make a mechanism," Becky answered, knowing most of this would go over Nanu's head. "I control its speed with the pedals at my feet, and which way it goes with this wheel in my hand." "Can we go faster and leave all these other beasts behind?" Becky smiled. "Not right now, my love. There are laws about how fast you're allowed to go when there are lots of other cars around. It prevents accidents." "But what could hurt us?" Nanu asked. "The beast is metal, we are surrounded by all this metal. We are invincible." "If we hit or got hit by another car, the metal won't protect us entirely," Becky pointed out, thinking that maybe she'd show Nanu some car crash safety videos, put the fear of the car gods into her. And if we hit a person, we'd pretty much kill them at this speed." Nanu thought about that. "But we'd be okay, right?" Becky sighed and resisted the urge to turn the car around. The Malted Cat, thirty minutes later. "Hi, everyone, sorry we're late," Becky called out, waving as she headed to the table where everyone was already gathered. "You know this time of night on the Gardiner, traffic was a bitch." "Bitch;” Nanu parroted, but was too far away still for anyone to hear her aside from Becky. Nanu was looking around at the establishment, which didn't remind her of any tabernus she'd ever seen before. This was loud and chaotic, with people everywhere and what might have been music blaring. People were wearing so many different outfits, some of which were almost nonexistent to Nanu. They walked up to the table, where five other people, three women, and two men, were already sitting. A few of them had the same straw-colored hair as her mistress. Two of the women were skinny, one was rather fat. One of the men was skinny and balding. She doubted he got fucked very often. Becky stopped at the table, with Nanu beside her. "Everyone, this is Nanu, she's staying with me." "Hi," Nanu said, holding up a hand and remembering the greeting word that people used in En-gush. "Hi." "Hello," they all said back pleasantly, smiling at her. She liked the fact that they greeted her and hadn't noticed she was a slave. Or at least, had been. Sometimes she worried it clung to her like a stench she would never be rid of. At least they'd brought her manumission documents with them from Rome to this world of tomorrow, just in case she had to prove it. "Nanu, let me introduce my friends and co-workers," Becky said in Latin, before pointing to people. "This is Kay, that's Shirley, this is Annie, that's Steve, and this is Ed." "What were you speaking to her just now?" Ed asked, seeming curious. He was the balding one. "Latin," Becky replied as room was made for them at the table, with Steve pulling up two more chairs. "She doesn't speak English, and I don't speak her native language, so we communicate in Latin." Becky's friends all looked at one another quizzically, but then realized that none of them spoke Latin. Becky would be interpreting all night. Frankly, that was just fine with Becky, since it allowed her to control things where Nanu was concerned. "Nanu-nanu!" Steve said to the new guest, holding his hand out sideways, fingers splayed apart in twos. Nanu seemed confused before she spread her own fingers tentatively and then slid them into Steve's, who grinned and began shaking up and down gently. "Good to meet you!" "Steve, I'm not drunk enough for Mork and Mindy jokes yet," Becky sighed, settling Nanu in a chair while the smaller girl looked at her hand curiously, still held open the way he'd shown her. What was that supposed to mean? Was it one of the standard greetings of this age? Then she started noticing small details, both of her new associates, and around the place. Her eyes widened when she saw a tattoo on the arm of the fat woman, Shir-lee. Then she noticed one on Steve. She looked around and saw that many people around this club had tattoos. She looked at Becky with concern. "So many people," she said quietly, hoping only Becky heard her. "They have stigma (tattoos). Some of your friends have them! Are we surrounded by criminals?" Becky thought about that for a moment and then shook her head. "No, Nanu. In my world, tattoos are just art. There have been times in the past where criminals or people considered undesirable have been branded, but this isn't a thing anymore. People wear tattoos because they mean something to them, or they're just art." Nanu sighed in relief. "I somehow avoided getting a tattoo or branded as a Flavian slave, I was lucky. Most of the other slaves had them, I found it humiliating." "Is she okay, Becks?" Annie asked curiously. "She looks a little spooked." Becky smiled and nodded. "The tattoos all around her freaked her out. Where she comes from, tattoos are brands on slaves or criminals and law-abiding citizens don't get them." "Well, I like to think I'm a bad girl," Shirley said in a sassy tone and wearing a wicked smile. "And I've got another tattoo in another place that'd prove it, for sure." This drew laughter from her friends, and she rolled onto one cheek subtly and patted the other one. Annie popped Shirley on the ass, making her squeak and more there was laughter around the table. "So, Nanu," Kay began, smiling across the table at her. Becky was on one side of Nanu, and Ed was on the other. Nanu almost needed a booster chair to sit at the table. Thankfully, the bouncer at the door had accepted her identification, even if he seemed skeptical at first. No doubt having Becky there helped. "Do you want a beer, honey?" Nanu knew she was being asked a question and looked at Becky, who translated. "Cervisia. Do you want one?" Nanu wrinkled her nose in distaste. "That is a barbarian's drink! I am civilized." "You thought cow's meat was barbaric until the other day too," Becky pointed out. "Now I can't keep you out of it. Your ancestors made beer before they discovered wine, you know. At least try it, it's polite. Do you remember what I told you about how to respond if someone offers you something?" Nanu looked at Kay and spoke slowly. "Please an-du fank you." Kay looked delighted and ordered beers for Nanu and Becky. The Egyptian girl settled in and just listened quietly while the conversation picked up around her. Becky had told her that she was free to simply listen, or look around the bar. If someone addressed Nanu, Becky would tell her. Nanu was more than happy to just sit quietly and observe. Beer arrived, with a tall pint glass for Becky, and a half-pint for Nanu. She frowned at her smaller glass. "Why did I get the child drink?" Becky almost laughed while Nanu seemed to glare at the golden liquid and the tiny bubbles. "First of all, children aren't allowed to drink beer because of the alcohol. Second, I got you a smaller glass in case you don't like it. Less goes to waste." Nanu glanced at Becky now. "So if I don't like it, I don't just smash the glass on the floor and demand a different drink I like?" Becky blinked. "No, darling. We are very respectful to our servers at all times." "But they are nobody." "Nanu, just; trust me on this, okay?" Becky almost pleaded. "Always be polite, always. When it time to not be polite, I'll let you know, I promise." "Fine," Nanu sighed, picking up the glass with both hands and tilting it so that she could take a sip while everyone watched. Her eyes widened and she put the glass back down on the table, her cheeks bulging as she looked at Becky in panic. "Swallow," Becky instructed. "It's fine." Hesitantly, the tiny girl swallowed and then gasped rather loudly and dramatically. "It is so cold, but it burns!" "You didn't mind when the pop was fizzing in your mouth," Becky said. "The pop was sweet. This is; why is this beer? It doesn't taste like beer at all!" "It's beer, I promise you, just that we make it differently than they did in your time." "Is she okay?" Steve asked, watching Nanu curiously. They all were, in fact. "She's never had beer like that before," Becky explained. "She only just tried pop for the first time the other day." "You said she's from Egypt?" Shirley queried. "Is she Muslim and she's not allowed to have alcohol?" "Trust me, she's not Muslim," Becky assured her co-worker while Nanu eyed her beer suspiciously. "She was a slave most of her life, and she has very limited experience with, well, just about anything. We're taking it slow, but I want her to see what her new life is all about and has to offer." "Would she like wine instead?" Kay asked. "No, let her figure this out," Becky replied, going back to her own beer. "I have yet to find anything she won't eat or drink, so give her a bit." Becky knew she'd have to get some food in Nanu before long, because Nanu's alcohol tolerance might be perilously low, especially on what was essentially an empty stomach. She'd let Nanu pick whatever sounded good, and just deal with the consequences later. There was only so easy she could make this for her. Her body needed to adapt to modern cuisine sooner or later, right? The conversation began again, mostly everyone venting about their stupid students and the idiotic things they said, did, or turned in. Every once in a while, someone asked Nanu something, and Becky translated, letting Nanu respond as best she could. But mostly, they simply adhered to Becky's rule of letting the new girl observe and listen. "I swear, this one girl is a complete moron," Annie groused. "Any of you have Angie Staples in any of your classes?" Nanu heard several of them moan and roll their eyes, almost slumping back in their chairs. They began griping about something or someone, repeating a word that sounded like a name. It reminded her of how her mistress complained about M-ark. "Hey, she's not a bigger dolt than Simmons," Becky pointed out. "That boy is hopeless in my class. If he made any less effort, he'd forget to breathe." "At least he's cute," Kay said, making Annie and Shirley laugh. "I'd totally fuck Mark if he was legal." At the mention of the name 'Mark' and the word 'fuck', Nanu perked up just slightly and then looked at Becky. And this was not lost on the other women. "Why did she just look at you when I mentioned fucking Simmons?" Kay asked, looked at Becky now. "I; no; Fischer, no;” "What?" Becky said rather defensively. "Rebecca Fischer, are you doing things with that boy?" Kay pressed, smiling slyly. Annie and Shirley's eyes lit up excitedly, whereas Ed and Steve remained silent, trying to not look put out. "Are you nuts?" Becky said rather more loudly than she should have. "He's my student!" "He's all of our students, and the only thing he's good at is Phys Ed," Annie laughed. "He's turning out to be a hunk, I saw him running track in the gymnasium with no shirt the other day. Kay's right, none of us would blame you if you were getting it in from him." "I assure you, I am not getting it in from that dough-head sitting in my classroom," Becky said firmly. It was technically true, if only because the Mark sitting in her classroom hadn't fucked her yet. "So why did Nanu look at you so suddenly?" Kay pressed, not willing to concede the point just yet. "She's heard me complaining about how abso-fucking-lutely useless he is in my class," Becky explained, which was also technically true. "He's failing harder than a SCUD missile. Makes me crazy." "I'd go crazy on him," Shirley quipped, smiling slyly behind her beer glass while Kay and Annie burst out laughing again. Becky sighed and shook her head, but at least she seemed to have deflected that particular line of inquiry. Despite Kay's contentions in private about her proclivities, most people believed Rebecca Fischer to be a prudish nun stuck in a porn star's body. Only this small crew ever saw her let her hair down, like tonight. Garlic bread, mozzarella sticks, and wings arrived at the table as an appetizer, and Becky encouraged Nanu to try everything. The teachers all watched in astonishment as she tried each of the items and then began devouring them in rapid succession. "Guess I'm buyin' this round of appetizers," Becky said, shaking her head as she watched her charge annihilate the food. "I'll buy the next round too, just to make sure everyone gets something." "Oh, I'm buyin' her a round as well, just to keep watching," Annie said in fascination while Nanu mowed through the appetizers like the Tasmanian Devil. "Do you ever feed her, Becks?" "I told you, she was literally a slave in her old life, and she eats everything in sight as a defensive measure," Becky sighed. "She's not being rude, I promise. I've literally watched her eat a pound of bologna and empty a full jar of peanut butter." "Ba-lo;” Nanu managed to mumble through a mouth full of biomass as she kept storming the appetizers. Everyone was enjoying watching, even if they had to wait for their own shares to arrive again. She also kept sipping at her beer, seeming to have dropped her objections to it. Becky realized she might actually need help from the time stream to keep this girl fed. Nanu had pretty much polished off all her food when the second round of appetizers arrived. She eyed Steve's basket of wings hungrily. He saw her staring and gestured to the steaming heap of saucy poultry. "Want to try one?" "Nanu, darling," Becky said, holding up a hand to interrupt. "You might find that' But Nanu had already stripped most of the meat off the tiny bones of one wing by the time Becky had begun to object. She was chewing away when she paused on her eyes went wide. "Steve, you jerk," Becky said, scowling at her co-worker while Nanu started trembling while still chewing, her face turning red and her eyes starting to water. "She doesn't know what suicide sauce is." Nanu had her forehead pressed against the table and was thumping her little fist against the surface, still resolutely chewing, even as she whimpered and moaned in pain. "Gotta admire her pluck, though," Kay mused, watching the tiny girl try not to writhe. "I didn't know she couldn't handle it," Steve protested. "Don't they have hot food where she comes from?" "See if I ever sub for you the next time you need a day off," grumbled the blonde, patting Nanu on the back gently while calling over a server. Fifteen minutes and a gallon of milk later. "I can't believe she ate all my wings," Steve murmured, watching Nanu polish off the last wing while staring directly at him defiantly. "A whole pound, I got like, one." "Serves you right," Becky grunted, making sure Nanu had lots of wet wipes and used them regularly in case she tried to rub her eyes. Milk wouldn't help then. "I can't believe she's still eating them," Annie said, watching with morbid fascination. "I mean, you can see they still hurt her, but she won't quit." "Now that she knows milk dulls the fire, she doesn't have to," Becky sighed, also watching while eating her own honey-garlic wings. Nanu had stolen half of those, too. The only reason Shirley and Kay's food was (mostly) safe was because Nanu was too short to reach across the table. "And she's mad at Steve, so she's making a point." She knew that she and Nanu could both regret this in a few hours, that Nanu might be up all night again in the bathroom, but apparently she was willing to risk that to get the message across; don't fuck with Nanu Tehemet. Nanu polished off the wings and then knocked back several glasses of milk Becky had lined up for her, followed by her beer. She put the last down and let out a thunderous belch that echoed around the area. Everyone's eyes widened at the noise, except for Becky, who just shook her head. People at other tables looked over, perplexed that someone so small could release such a giant noise. Annie cleared her throat. "Well, I; I hear that in some Middle Eastern cultures, burping is a sign that a person appreciates the food they were served." Nanu patted her chest with her little fist and sighed happily. "Nanu," Shirley said, getting her attention directly. She gestured to her shirt and then at Nanu's. "I like your shirt." Nanu realized what the fat woman was talking about and then beamed happily, thrusting her chest forward and thumbing at the logo. "Let Zeppli!" "Do you like them, honey?" Shirley asked. Becky translated and Nanu nodded eagerly. "Let Zeppli!" "I like them too," Shirley said, pleased to be connecting with the exotic foreign girl. "Shirley says she likes Led Zeppelin too," Becky explained, leaning in to be heard over all the noise. The karaoke had begun, and they were near the stage. "The fat one likes Zeppli?" Nanu asked, shocked. "Is she allowed?" "Nanu!" Becky gasped, bursting into snickers. "You can't just comment about people's weight like that!" "What's funny, Becks?" Annie asked, curious. Becky was still snickering as she tried to wave it off. "Pretty sure Nanu thinks only she's allowed to like Zeppelin. And maybe I'm allowed. Pop culture still eludes her." "Well, she's got the hot wings and big tits part down already, I'd say she's halfway there," Kay quipped, making everyone laugh. Shirley had excused herself from the table for a moment. More food was ordered, along with beer or cocktails, and the gripe session continued about what complete morons the kids of this day and age were becoming. And the ones that weren't morons were completely unlikable. "So how long is she stayin' with you?" Kay asked as she watched Nanu attack the jalapeno poppers. "For the foreseeable future, really," Becky answered. "Like I said, she was a slave back home, she has no life to return to, and it was borderline Stone Age subsistence. I can't just let her go, or turn her over to the system, she'll die. She knows nothing. I'm doing what I can to help her adapt and learn about her new world. One day, she'll be fine." "That's really noble of you, Rebecca," Ed stated, getting his share of an onion blossom before Nanu saw it and murdered it. "But it could be years. I'm not trying to make her sound like a pet dog, but this could be a long commitment on your part. How did you even meet her?" "Honestly?" Becky said, having a rehearsed answer already. She'd tried to anticipate as many questions as possible for tonight. "I met her in Rome. That's where I managed to get her out of her slavery life." "Wow, Becks, you have like a whole secret agent life goin' on," Annie said, sounding impressed. "When the heck did you even go to Rome?" "It seems like ages ago," Becky said rather evasively. "Frankly, things have been crazy of late and I almost can't keep track without a time machine." A round of laughter from her friends, and Becky heaved a sigh of relief. She didn't expect anyone to be making inquiries, but the fewer questions, the better. Nanu seemed oblivious, noshing away happily on more pub grub and seeming determined to try everything. She'd just plowed through the calamari Annie had bought for her. "Hey, everyone!" called a voice from the stage, sounding tinny over a microphone. Becky looked up and saw Shirley standing on stage, smiling at them all. "I'm dedicating this number to a new friend I met tonight, I hope she likes it! Nanu, this one's for you!" Nanu looked up at the mention of her name, right before the music began, blaring through the bar's speakers all around them. Her eyes flashed in excitement as she looked at Becky, grabbing her hands. "Zeppli! Zeppli!!!" she squeaked, bouncing up and down in her seat. "Yes, my love," Becky laughed. "Shirley is about to sing a Zeppelin song for you, and it's the one you know already." Nanu clapped and squealed some more, bouncing up and down in her seat as she watched the fat woman begin to sing. "Let me take you to the movie, Can I take you to the show, Let me be yours ever truly, Can I make your garden grow?" "Nanu, you should go up and dance," Becky suggested, bumping and gyrating in her seat. "I'm sure Shirley would love it." "Really, Mistress?" Nanu gasped, his features alight with eagerness. She'd forgotten to call her Mistress by her name, but nobody seemed to notice. "Just make sure you keep your clothes on, okay?" Becky warned, trying to sound serious, but winking at her lover. "Go have fun." Nanu was out of her seat like a shot and scrambling up onstage before she began to dance around, just like Becky had shown her. Everyone at the table hooted and cheered while Shirley laughed, still between stanzas. While Nanu bounced and wiggled around the stage, the teacher started singing again. The pneumatic effect Nanu's movement had on her body held everyone spellbound. Her jeans were snug enough to show off her amazing ass, and her Zeppelin shirt was stretched tight across her ample tits, which jiggled continuously. "From the Houses of the Holy, We can watch the white doves go, From the door comes Satan's daughter, And it only goes to show, that you know!" Becky laughed gaily as she watched, clapping along. She couldn't believe how well this was going! Nanu was having a blast, and even if she was going to be shitting herself all night because of the hot wings Steve had let her eat, it was a small price to pay to see the Egyptian girl absolutely radiant and doing what she did best, dancing. They'd have to do this more often, as long as she kept Nanu safe. Not that this bar was dangerous, of course. "There's an angel on my shoulder, In my hand a sword of gold, Let me wander in your garden, And the seeds of love I'll sow, you know!" Nanu spun and pranced around the stage, lost in the joy of her dancing. She never felt more alive than when she was dancing, even when she was fucking. Or at least very rarely, and pretty much never when she'd been a slave. This new world and new life were going to teach her so many wonderful new things! She stopped dancing for a moment, breathing heavily in excitement as she just watched Shirley sing, standing close enough to understand that she was singing into some little thing that looked like a black cock and made her voice echo all around the room. "So the world is spinning faster, Are you dizzy when you stall? Let the music be your master, Will you heed the master's ca" In her mounting excitement, Nanu had grabbed the microphone out of Shirley's hands and was now closing her eyes and singing into it with all her heart. "Ah; Wa-Oh-Gur-Oah! Or-Nyu-Wo-Ah!" The entire audience was just watching in confused and then stunned silence as Nanu wailed discordantly into the microphone, assaulting everyone's ears with the blistering noise she was making. Eventually, even the recording of the Zeppelin song was halted, and Nanu was screeching to a silent space. Realizing the music had ended, she opened her eyes and then paused, seeing everyone gaping at her. But then a group at one large table right next to the one she'd been sitting at burst into derisive laughter, jeering and mocking her, apparently imitating the sounds she'd been making, and also flailing their limbs about like they were having seizures. Their faces were screwed up, made to look like the cursed child jesters that the Roman elite kept at their courts and made fun of. They were making fun of her! "Hey, someone get the retard off the stage!" guffawed one man, still mocking her by slapping a limp hand and forearm against his chest and making the stupid face. His buddies howled with laughter as he imitated her sound again. Until he was spun in his chair and Becky's fist slammed across his jaw, snapping his head to the right and knocking him out cold. Everyone at the table went very still, not daring to move as Becky glared at them all, her blue eyes flashing menacingly. "Anyone else?" she challenged. The men all stayed silent, not daring to say a word of move a muscle. "That's what I thought," she growled, standing up now and looking down at them in contempt. "Fucking cowards." She looked over at the door and caught the attention of the bouncer on shift, an imposing guy named Jake. She tilted her head at the idiot she'd just coldcocked, and he nodded, knowing he was about to clear out that table and make them take their unconscious friend home. He'd seen Becky drop guys before, and it was always justified. If she hadn't dealt with them for mocking the screaming girl, he might have. Thankfully, it was seen to. "C'mon, honey," Becky said, walking up to the stage and removing the mic from Nanu's hands, while she just stared at her Mistress, seemingly frozen. "Shirley, take over, will you?" Shirley nodded and got another song going, beginning to sing again while Becky led Nanu back to her seat. Around the bar, things had returned to normal. Nanu still seemed silent and very out of sorts. Becky sat her down and took her hands, smiling at her. "I'm sorry, honey," she said softly, caressing the crestfallen girl's cheek. "What they did was wrong. He deserved to get punched, I promise you." Nanu looked up at her now, perplexed. "Am I; am I that awful to listen to, Mistress?" Becky apparently hesitated a split second too long, because Nanu seemed aghast at the lack of response. "I am terrible! Please, Mistress, tell me! How bad am I? Be honest." A deep breath as Becky composed her thoughts. "Truth, Nanu?" The Egyptian girl nodded nervously. "You; well, it; it sounded like a cat getting run over by a chariot with knives for wheels," Becky confessed, blushing while the other teachers looked on, having a fairly good idea what was happening, even if none of them spoke Latin. She smiled somewhat wanly. "Maybe; just stick to dancing, okay? You're so very good at that, after all;” Nanu slumped back in her chair, seemingly in disbelief, even failing to notice the table right next to them getting cleared out by the bouncer. She stared off into space for some seconds, not even noticing the other Zeppelin song that Shirley was now singing. "I'm terrible," she murmured to herself. "Cats getting murdered sounds better than me singing;” She then blinked and looked at Becky, seemingly her normal self. "Oh well. May I have more food and another beer now?" Becky laughed in relief and nodded. No trauma seemed to affect Nanu for too long. She always had food and fucking to retreat to. She ordered more hot wings, knowing Nanu felt she had even more to prove now. An hour later. "So you seemed like you had a good time, hmm?" Becky mentioned as she drove north on the Gardiner, taking them home. It was quite dark out, and she hoped against hope that Nanu wouldn't be up all night in the bathroom, or that she wanted to stay awake and fuck, because Becky had to work in the morning. "I did, Mistress," Nanu replied, nodding as she sat in her seat. She wasn't turned sideways with her face plastered to the window, watching the world race by. In fact, she was sitting rather placidly, her eyes somewhat unfocused. "And the food was all so good. And I think I'm drunk." Becky smiled. "We'll deal with that when we get home. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. Should we do it again?" "Can we?" Nanu gasped in delight, seemingly excited. "Let's do it every night!" "Not every night," laughed the blonde. "I can't afford to go out to eat and drink every night. But if you're good, maybe we'll make a treat of it once a week. There are lots of other places to try as well." "As long as assholes don't make fun of me for singing," Nanu sniffed, determined to not get over being impugned. "I hope they dumped him behind the building and people walking by just put their dicks in his mouth while he was sleeping." Becky smirked. Nanu clearly had a vengeful streak in her. Not that she blamed her, mind. Nanu had to simply watch while Becky meted out the punishment. She doubted Nanu was capable of inflicting any real damage on people who slighted her. "Do you think you can teach me to drive this beast, Mistress?" the tiny woman asked. "That's a long way off, honey," Becky replied. Hell, she doubted Nanu could see over the dashboard and reach the pedals at the same time. "Let's conquer walking properly in running shoes before moving on to wheeled death machines, shall we?" Nanu huffed and crossed her arms, looking put out. "I wouldn't run down THAT many people;” she muttered. Becky's home, half an hour later. They managed to close the front door behind them before they fell to their knees, arms wrapped around one another and kissing hungrily. They moaned as they began removing their clothes, swallowing each other's tongues. Earlier, Becky had hoped to make it through the night without any romantic interludes because she had to work tomorrow, but in the car, Nanu had started being naughty, reaching over and rubbing Becky's crotch or fondling her tits. It also didn't help when she shimmied down her jeans and began fingering her cunt, teasing Becky and nearly causing her to drift off the road more than once. A trucker had cruised by them, looking down at them from his cab. Nanu had lifted her shirt to show off her tits, as well as stroking her nether lips plainly for him to see. He'd honked his horn loudly in approval, despite the late hour. And Becky was obviously hornier than she'd been willing to admit, and she couldn't even blame it on alcohol, since she'd only had two beers and one cosmopolitan. No, she just wanted to fuck, and Nanu

In this episode of the Creator Method Podcast, Gary sits down with Rebecca Fischer, Miami based luxury realtor, creator, and entrepreneur who's redefining what it means to build a $20 million brand through authenticity and connection. At just 29, Rebecca has closed over $20 million in real estate deals while growing a thriving online presence that blends Miami lifestyle, fashion, and business. Known for her energy, charisma, and genuine curiosity about people, she's built a personal brand that attracts clients through storytelling, not sales tactics, with nearly all of her business coming directly from Instagram. Rebecca opens up about her journey from psychology student to top performing realtor, how she turned social media into her most powerful business tool, and why being consistent beats going viral. She shares the strategies behind her networking mindset, the lessons she's learned from building community online, and how she uses content to turn followers into clients. This conversation dives deep into what it really takes to stand out as a modern creator today, how to balance personal branding with professionalism, the role authenticity plays in business growth, and why your energy is your biggest marketing asset. Apply for Creator Method: https://creatormethod.com/ Follow Creator Method on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/creator.method/ Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/4Bjs61g10V8MEBjg2pfJFi?si=1a8b57227c8b41d7 Timestamps: 00:00 Introduction & Rebecca's Story 02:30 From Psychology to Real Estate 05:10 Building a $20M Brand on Instagram 10:00 Authentic Networking & Emotional Intelligence 15:20 How to Turn Followers Into Clients 20:10 Why Consistency Matters More Than Virality 27:00 Crafting a Personal Brand That Converts 33:00 Balancing Lifestyle, Faith & Business 40:00 The Future of Real Estate Creators Follow Rebecca FischerInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/rebeccabexfischer?igsh=MWUzazBucDVqaWQ5eg== Follow Gary on Social MediaInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/garylipovetskyTikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@garylipovetsky

No podcast desta semana, nossa convidada é Rebecca Fischer, cofundadora da Divibank, uma fintech que oferece soluções em pagamentos, voltadas para startups e pequenas e médias empresas na América Latina. Na entrevista, a executiva começa por recuperar a sua atuação profissional antes da criação da fintech, revelando, assim, qual foi o estalo para o início da operação da Divibank. Ao destacar o momento atual da empresa, Rebecca Fischer comenta o tamanho do desafio que foi a entrada no produto pagamentos, especialmente por conta do nível de exigência do atendimento. A cofundadora da Divibank fala sobre isso e muito mais no episódio que começa logo a seguir.

Vidéo disponible sur Youtube“Être une femme, c'est une opportunité” Dans cet épisode, je reçois Rebecca Fischer-Bensoussan, cofondatrice deYolo, une start-up qui veut alléger la charge mentale des femmes en rendant l'assistanat personnel accessible à tous.Avec Yolo, Rebecca casse les codes : ce qui était pensé comme réservé à une élite devient un service sur mesure pour les entreprises, tout en soutenant la féminisation des instances dirigeantes grâce à la loi Rixain.Après 15 ans en banque d'affaires, Rebecca a osé se lancer dans l'entrepreneuriat, guidée par ses valeurs de justice et de féminisme héritées de sa mère militante. Ensemble, on parle charge mentale, syndrome de l'imposteur, impact social et liberté financière.Une conversation authentique et inspirante, à découvrir maintenant.Envie de partager ton histoire ou proposer un invité ? Contactez-moi directement ici : Yacine

EXTRAITDemain je reçois⁠Rebecca Fischer-Bensoussan⁠, cofondatrice de⁠Yolo⁠, une start-up qui veut alléger la charge mentale des femmes en rendant l'assistanat personnel accessible à tous.Après 15 ans en banque d'affaires, Rebecca a osé se lancer dans l'entrepreneuriat, guidée par ses valeurs de justice et de féminisme héritées de sa mère militante. Ensemble, on parle charge mentale, syndrome de l'imposteur, impact social et liberté financière.Une conversation authentique et inspirante, à découvrir demain !Envie de partager ton histoire ou proposer un invité ? Contactez-moi directement ici : ⁠Yacine⁠

La charge mentale, on en parle beaucoup, mais j'ai rencontré peu d'entreprises qui s'étaient donné pour mission de l'alléger pour les salariés... eh bien c'est le cas de cette start-up, Yolo et je dois bien vous avouer que l'idée est aussi simple qu'efficace.Dans cette interview des deux fondatrices, Rebecca Fischer-Bensoussan & Camille Agon, nous allons bien entendu parler de charge mentale et de leur solution pour l'alléger, mais également d'égalité femmes/hommes et de beaucoup d'autres choses !Bonne écouteSoutenez ce podcast http://supporter.acast.com/happy-work. Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

Rebecca Fischer joins Tom Puckett to discuss Gun Violence in Buffalo. 

La charge mentale, on en parle beaucoup, mais j'ai rencontré peu d'entreprises qui s'étaient donné pour mission de l'alléger pour les salariés... eh bien c'est le cas de cette start-up, Yolo et je dois bien vous avouer que l'idée est aussi simple qu'efficace.Dans cette interview des deux fondatrices, Rebecca Fischer-Bensoussan & Camille Agon, nous allons bien entendu parler de charge mentale et de leur solution pour l'alléger, mais également d'égalité femmes/hommes et de beaucoup d'autres choses !Bonne écouteSoutenez ce podcast http://supporter.acast.com/happy-work. Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

Mes équilibristes, je suis heureuse de vous retrouver pour cet épisode avec deux femmes à l'énergie contagieuse, Camille Agon et Rebecca Fischer-Bensoussan. Camille et Rebecca sont les co-fondatrices de Yolo, la 1ère plateforme qui digitalise et démocratise l'accès à des assistant.e.s dédié.es à la gestion du quotidien personnel et familial. Leur mission derrière tout ça : Permettre à chaque femme de se réaliser professionnellement et personnellement, sans jamais devoir renoncer à l'un ou l'autre. Dans cet échange, je me suis adressée à elles en tant que co-fondatrices de Yolo, mais aussi en tant que femmes, mères, dont les expériences de vie ont nourri la mission qu'elles portent aujourd'hui avec ferveur. On a parlé de leur mission, et de leur choix de s'adresser avant tout aux femmes. On a parlé de la frontière de l'intime et du partage des circonstances de vie en entreprise. On a évoqué cette mission de prouver que, oui c'est possible de gravir les échelons tout en ayant une vie de famille épanouie, que tant de femmes portent sans parfois le conscientiser. On a parlé de la manière dont elles ont embrassé leurs multiples identités, de femme, de mère, d'entrepreneure. Et on a aussi évoqué la question des innovations RH au service de la parentalité, de l'égalité professionnelle, et de la santé mentale. Un épisode riche, avec deux femmes vraiment talentueuses. Ecoutez bien jusqu'au bout, parce que Camille et Rebecca vous réservent une surprise. Bonne écoute ! Sandra ********************************************** Pour suivre l'actualité des Équilibristes, rendez-vous dans la lettre « Numéros d'Équilibristes » envoyée 2 mercredis par mois : https://www.lesequilibristes.com/articles Des anecdotes et prises de hauteur sur nos vies d'équilibristes, des ressources, des informations en avant-première. Il paraît qu'elle fait du bien ! Connectons-nous aussi sur LinkedIn. ********************************************** Merci de faire une place aux Équilibristes dans votre vie

For this week on the Crossing Borders podcast, we're revisiting one of our greatest hits episodes featuring Rebecca Fischer, cofounder and CEO of Divibank.Before Divibank, small and medium enterprises in Brazil only had two financing options: getting debt from a bank or raising venture capital. But most startups don't meet bank financing requirements, and not every company can raise VC or wants to raise VC. Divibank provides a third alternative for startups and SMEs: revenue-based financing. Divibank launched in 2020 by financing digital marketing campaigns via a revenue share model. Since then, Divibank has launched other products including inventory financing and recurring revenue financing.In this episode, I sat down with Rebecca Fischer, Divibank's CPO and cofounder to talk about what she learned from working on digital marketing campaigns for huge brands, how she got Divibank off the ground, and how Divibank provides a better financing alternative for entrepreneurs in Brazil.The overlooked potential of ad spendBefore starting Divibank, Rebecca worked for an advertising agency where she helped companies grow via paid digital ads. Clients invested huge amounts of money in their digital marketing campaigns, and the returns were great. During her time running ad campaigns, Rebecca discovered two things that kickstarted the idea for Divibank: ad spend was a real asset class that could be an alternative to VC funding, and many people weren't taking their ad spend as seriously as she thought it should be. Listen to this episode to discover how Rebecca found an opportunity to provide financing for entrepreneurs to scale through digital marketing campaigns.Non-dilutive capital to extend entrepreneurs' runwaysDivibank provides financing for founders who don't want to dilute themselves through venture capital and want access to capital to scale their businesses.The startup's clients are usually digitally native companies that know what their revenue will look like in the short term. They are looking for financing, but they are not ready yet to split the pie with many other shareholders. Divibank gives them the freedom to choose whether to raise VC money or keep growing with non-dilutive capital.Check out this episode to find out how Divibank is helping founders in Brazil extend their runways and raise when they're at a higher valuation. Outline of this episode:[01:10] - About Divibank[01:42] - What financing looks like for SMEs in Brazil[03:40] - Divibank's average client[05:10] - Rebecca's background[06:00] - Lessons learned from working in advertising agencies[08:08] - ABC of non-dilutive financing[11:30] - Divibank's zero to one[12:58] - Divibank's first steps[14:43] - Divibank's experience with fundraising[16:30] - Where is Divibank today[17:49] - Rebecca's book recommendations[19:21] - Rebecca's advice to a younger self[20:10] - What's next for DivibankResources and people mentioned:Rebecca FischerDivibankKenshooNubankJaime TaboadaBook Piranesi by Susanna ClarkePodcast Fintech Leaders

Deux personnalités. Deux histoires. Deux entrepreneures qui se retrouvent sur un constat commun : les femmes continuent de porter majoritairement la double charge des obligations domestiques et familiales. Rebecca Fisher Bensoussan et Camille Agon, co fondatrices de Yolo (You Live Only Once) étaient les grandes gagnantes de la première édition des L'Impact Awards en février dernier.Start up à impact sociétal, Yolo est un service aux entreprises qui digitalise et démocratise l'accès à des assistantes dédiées à la gestion du quotidien personnel et familial, au service des collaboratrices et collaborateurs. Selon deux études, 45% des femmes refusent un poste de niveau exécutif pour des raisons familiales et 6 salariés sur 10 seraient prêts à quitter leur entreprise pour un poste leur permettant une meilleure conciliation vie personnelle/vie professionnelle.La fameuse frontière pro/perso disparait de plus en plus, c'est pour Rebecca et Camille, la responsabilité de l'entreprise d'accompagner ces sujets personnels.Dans cet épisode, on parlera aussi de féminisme, de maternité, des histoires familiales qui les ont forgées, de rapport au travail, d'éducation.Côté Sista, si Rebecca avait dû choisir quelqu'un, son choix se serait porté sur Isabelle Rabier, co fondatrice de Jolimoi. Quant à Camille, elle aurait choisi la talentueuse Sandra Fillaudeau, dirigeante de Consicous Culture et fondatrice du podcast Les Equilibristes.Enfin, merci Rebecca d'avoir partagé ton coup de cœur littéraire “L'heure des femmes” l'histoire de Ménie Grégoire romancée par sa petite-fille Adèle Bréau.À vos écouteurs

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This week's Espresso covers updates from Kavak, Kushki, Heru, and more!Outline of this episode:[00:28] - Heru raises a $6M seed round.[01:03] - Kavak signs structured financing agreements worth $810M.[01:44] - RappiPay obtained a $112M financing.[02:15] - Kushki is officially launching operations in Peru.[02:35] - Ebanx announces expansion to Africa. [02:57] - Colombia approaches Brazilian authorities to import Pix.[03:24] - Leoparda Electric closes an $8.5M seed round.[04:02] - New episode of Crossing Borders.Resources & people mentioned:Companies & Startups: Heru, Kavak, RappiPay, Rappi, Kushki, Niubiz, MC Procesos, Ebanx, Leoparda Electric, Divibank.VCs, Accelerators, Institutions: Gradient Ventures, SOMA Capital, GFC, Moving Capital, Magma Partners, Flourish Ventures, HSBC, Goldman Sachs, Banco Santander, Banco Davivienda, Bancolombia, Banco de Bogotá, Itaú, Colombian Fintech Association, Pix, Monashees, Construct Capital.People: Mike Shoemaker, Nathan Lustig, Rebecca Fischer.

Before Divibank, small and medium enterprises in Brazil only had two financing options: getting debt from a bank or raising venture capital. But most startups don't meet bank financing requirements, and not every company can raise VC or wants to raise VC. Divibank provides a third alternative for startups and SMEs: revenue-based financing. Divibank launched in 2020 by financing digital marketing campaigns via a revenue share model. Since then, Divibank has launched other products including inventory financing and recurring revenue financing.In this episode, I sat down with Rebecca Fischer, Divibank's CPO and cofounder to talk about what she learned from working on digital marketing campaigns for huge brands, how she got Divibank off the ground, and how Divibank provides a better financing alternative for entrepreneurs in Brazil.The overlooked potential of ad spendBefore starting Divibank, Rebecca worked for an advertising agency where she helped companies grow via paid digital ads. Clients invested huge amounts of money in their digital marketing campaigns, and the returns were great. During her time running ad campaigns, Rebecca discovered two things that kickstarted the idea for Divibank: ad spend was a real asset class that could be an alternative to VC funding, and many people weren't taking their ad spend as seriously as she thought they should be. Listen to this episode to discover how Rebecca found an opportunity to provide financing for entrepreneurs to scale through digital marketing campaigns.Non-dilutive capital to extend entrepreneurs' runwaysDivibank provides financing for founders who don't want to dilute themselves through venture capital and want access to capital to scale their businesses.The startup's clients are usually digitally native companies that know what their revenue will look like in the short term. They are looking for financing, but they are not ready yet to split the pie with many other shareholders. Divibank gives them the freedom to choose whether to raise VC money or keep growing with non-dilutive capital.Check out this episode to find out how Divibank is helping founders in Brazil extend their runways and raise when they're at a higher valuation. Outline of this episode:[01:10] - About Divibank[01:42] - What financing looks like for SMEs in Brazil[03:40] - Divibank's average client[05:10] - Rebecca's background[06:00] - Lessons learned from working in advertising agencies[08:08] - ABC of non-dilutive financing [11:30] - Divibank's zero to one[12:58] - Divibank's first steps[14:43] - Divibank's experience with fundraising[16:30] - Where is Divibank today[17:49] - Rebecca's book recommendations[19:21] - Rebecca's advice to a younger self[20:10] - What's next for DivibankResources and people mentioned:Rebecca FischerDivibankKenshooNubankJaime TaboadaBook Piranesi by Susanna ClarkePodcast Fintech Leaders

In the social media age, the life of a classical musician can appear glamorous — a steady stream of concerts across the globe, album releases, residencies, and black-tie receptions. But what are the ups and downs we don't see once the cameras are gone? And what roles can wellness and community play in the life of a performing artist today? Author Rebecca Fischer — who for 18 years performed as first violinist in the Chiara String Quartet — explores those questions and more in her new book, The Sound of Memory: Themes from a Violinist's Life. "I'm hoping to share a really honest account of what a musician's life is like from the inside," Rebecca explains on the latest episode of the Classical Post Podcast. "I really wanted to expose my own vulnerabilities — as a human, as a mother, as a woman — and invite others to celebrate their own vulnerabilities." A collection of essays written over two and a half years, The Sound of Memory sees Rebecca meditating on the life of a performing artist in the 21st century, growing up in a musical family, and how she balances wellness with the anxieties — and joys — that go into maintaining a classical performance career. In this conversation, we discuss Rebecca's book, why her definition of "success" is always evolving, and get a host of great recommendations for places to eat, drink, and enjoy life in New York City. She shares why she heads to the Bronx when it's time to enjoy a beer but stays in her Manhattan neighborhood for the perfect Negroni, as well as the German chocolate her family can't live without — and the importance of spontaneous living-room dance parties. Grab your copy of Rebecca's book on Bookshop.org. — Classical Post uncovers the creativity that exists behind great music. Dive into meaningful conversations with leading artists in the world today. Based in New York City, Classical Post is a touchpoint for tastemakers. Visit our website for exclusive editorial and subscribe to our monthly newsletter to be notified of new content. Follow us on Instagram and TikTok. Classical Post is an ambassador for NED, a wellness company. Get 15% off their products like CBD oil and many other health-based products by using our code CLASSICALPOST at checkout.

Ein Lehrer, ein Musikwissenschaftler und eine Köchin gründen ein Pop Up Restaurant. Wie findet man sich in seinen Rollen, und wie findet man sich in der Region? Und wie geht man zusammen den nächsten Schritt? Link zum Podcast: https://www.schlicht-esslokal.com/

Im Februar gab es Fortschritte zum Synodalen Weg und #OutinChurch. Es geht in dieser Folge aber auch um Rassismus in der Kirche, sowie Initiativen und Solidaritätsaktionen für den Ukrainekrieg.  Spenden: https://www.caritas-international.de/spenden/online/formular?id=A0230M005  Accountempfehlungen auf Instagram: Sarah Vecera [@Moyo.me] - https://www.instagram.com/moyo.me/ Rebecca Fischer [@bochumbecci] - https://www.instagram.com/bochumbecci/ Quinton Caesar [@pastor_vanniekaap] - https://www.instagram.com/pastor_vanniekaap/ Thea Hummel [@hummelhummelmorsmors] - https://www.instagram.com/hummelhummelmorsmors/

In I Know What You Did Last Summer, the Skyros Quartet talks about summer music festivals and the powerful impact they can have during a musician's formative years. In the History segment, Justin covers the history and legacy of the Marlboro Festival, one of the most prestigious chamber music festivals in the world. Next, Sarah offers some practical tips and organizational tools to use when applying to music festivals and schools. In our guest interview, Justin and Brandon have a delightful conversation with renowned violinist Rebecca Fischer about Greenwood Music Camp (she is currently associate director), what it's like to grow up as a 3rd generation musician (her children are also serious about music), and her new book, The Sound of Memory: Themes from a Violinist's Life. To finish the podcast, the members of Skyros share some of their favorite memories from summer chamber music festivals they've attended.Support the show (http://www.chambermusicguild.org/thecounterpointclub/donate/)

Rebecca Fischer uma das fundadoras da startup Divibank que empresta capital para que empresas possam investir em marketing digital. Nós falamos sobre esse modelo inovador e como as empresas tem usado esse tipo de capital para alavancar os negócios.

Could the winter storm have a Christmas-like effect on Houston's COVID numbers? A&M epidemiologist Rebecca Fischer explains: "What is important to remember is that we've been here before. We still have a lot of infections happening every day — we're not in the clear — and we may very well see another increase in cases as we move forward." Fischer, an assistant professor of public health, works with A&M's COVID Investigation Operations Center. She lives in Houston, but spoke to Lisa from her office in College Station.   See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Welcome to HMSC Connects! where Jennifer Berglund goes behind the scenes of four Harvard museums to explore the connections between us, our big, beautiful world, and even what lies beyond. Today, Jennifer is speaking with Rebecca Fischer, a geophysicist and assistant professor of Earth and Planetary Sciences at Harvard, who studies the formation and deep interiors of Earth and other planets.

Texas A&M epidemiologist on the critical systems being put in place to maximize safety in an uncertain time.

Subscribe to the podcast here! Nick Photinos4:23 - Struggling with productivity and career transformation during the pandemic.4:38 - Nick talks about the "profound change" his career is taking now as he prepares to leave Eighth Blackbird and how we all identify with our professional personas.6:00 - The challenges of reinventing oneself during the uncertainty of COVID-19.8:29 - The genesis of Eighth Blackbird at Oberlin. Tim Weiss.12:52 - How Nick decided it was time to leave Eighth Blackbird and move onto the next stage of his career.15:00 - The complexities of interpersonal relationships within small ensembles. How Eighth Blackbird defined their mission and made artistic choices in the beginning.17:35 - What happens when something we identify with changes?21:28 - How competitions helped Eighth Blackbird at the start of their career. How uniqueness helped their career and why it can be hard to differentiate yourself if you stay on a very traditional career path.24:28 - How staying true to what "lit him up" is what gave Nick clarity in his career and artistic goals.25:38 - Why Eighth Blackbird could only have formed at Oberlin.27:55 - How Nick got started playing music and the importance of collaboration.31:45 - How Nick is finding ways to collaborate in his home with his family.32:38 - Nick's arrangement of Aphex Twin's tune, Avril 14.33:43 - Nick's work with Dana Fonteneau on how all of the ways musicians are used to measuring themselves is gone and how this time can be best used for musicians to ask themselves "why are we doing this?" In the absence of all the traditional reasons to making music, why should we keep making music?35:19 - The joy of playing new music because there is no "right" way to play it.35:47 - Bob Dylan's ability to communicate despite his "horrible voice" and the importance of asking ourselves "what am I saying?" How to be authentic and fresh.38:43 - How the well worn paths have become too well worn and why it's important to ask yourself "where does this eventually lead?"40:20 - Nick and I talk about the c0mplexities of the classical music world's obsession with youth. e.g."From the Top."43:07 - The ways we derive our sense of worthiness from our professional successes and identities and the challenges that come from this over-identification.44:33 - Why people skills and "soft" skills are the most important for the success and longevity of your ensemble.47:43 - Memorization and why it's especially important in performing new music and how it can liberate the performers and also increase the audience's understanding and enjoyment of a piece. Michael Torke's Yellow Pages.53:45 - What Nick is planning for the next stage of his career as a solo artist.55:17 - Why deadlines are useful for Nick in his creative work and development.58:29 - How Nick cultivates his creative courage.1:01:14 - Nick talks about his interest in miniatures and how his first solo album, "Petits Artéfacts," developed from his interest in encores and short pieces.George SaundersLydia Davis1:04:16 - Why Nick would tell his younger self to focus on the people and things that "lift you up."1:04:55 - Why "not beating yourself up" is especially important during this time of pandemic and the importance of preserving our mental health during this time.

Subscribe to the podcast here!Learn more about the stuff we talk about in this episode here:Rebecca Fischer4:10 - The complexities of growing up in a musical household and striving to find one's own voice and individuality6:17 - How the Chiara String Quartet got its start.8:49 - Advice to young string quartets and the importance of building community.12:19 - The joys of making a life as a chamber musician and making sure everyone in the group feels equally seen and heard.15:40 - Scrum and the emotional labor it takes to address the musical work in a string quartet.18:39 - The Chiaras' path towards playing string quartets from memory and the "wild transformation" this brought to the group.21:43 - The "wonderful risk of not knowing what is going to happen on stage" and losing the barrier between performer and audience.24:30 - My (the Solera Quartet's) memory experiment and asking Becca for her advice on safety planning for memorized performances and how to build performance practice.27:03 - How memorization increases connection within an ensemble and how trust and caring for each other increases vulnerability and musical intimacy on stage.28:44 - How vulnerability is antithetical to a classical musician's training. The problem of classical music training and its corrective nature with an overemphasis on noticing what is wrong rather than what is right.30:10 - The extraordinary lack of self-consciousness in the folk music recordings of Bela Bartok. The many extra steps that most classical musicians need to make to lose self-consciousness and the struggle to find a balance.32:09 - The delicate challenge of ending and disbanding a long-standing ensemble. Moving onto the next chapter in one's career and seeing where creativity can take you.37:51 - Becca's other creative projects including Afield and her creative life with her husband, Anthony Hawley. Also, her work as a singing violinist.42:11 - What are the things we need to cultivate "creative courage"? Also, the crisis of perfection in classical music and the avoidance of vulnerability.46:13 - The lessons Becca has learned from the visual art world. The power of a daily creative practice and the joys of making things from scratch without judgement.47:59 - How bearing witness to other examples of creative living can be liberating and important for classical musicians. The need for the permission to create and "make something" just for the sake of making it.51:01 - The richness of a career as a result of cultivating interpersonal depth with colleagues, students, and community.53:19 - Becca's advice to her younger self: the importance of having fun, sleep, going to parties, and valuable friendships. "Never take for granted your creative impulses and act on them sooner."54:40 -Becca on her book of personal essays related to music, childhood, memory, travel, and "gifts for daughters."

Experience the 2019 Fischoff National Chamber Music Competition from the perspective of the judges who listened to the participants.  They talk about their experience at Fischoff, give us insight as to what they're looking for in a group when they're judging, and they'll answer the questions that my listeners sent me before I left!   Fischoff National Chamber Music Competition: https://www.fischoff.org/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/fischoffchambermusic/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TheFischoff/                 Marc Reese – Trumpet – Winds/Brass Junior Division - https://www.lynn.edu/campus-directory/marc-reese Marc Reese is the Assistant Dean and Brass Department Head for Lynn University's Conservatory of Music and he's well known for his near two-decade tenure in the world-famous Empire Brass Quintet. Toyin Spellman-Diaz – Oboe – Winds/Brass Junior Division - http://www.imaniwinds.com/artist-bios/toyin Toyin Spellman-Diaz has built a reputation as a world-class oboist, both as an orchestral musician, and as a member of the renowned Imani Winds. She is on faculty at Brooklyn College. Jeffrey Zeigler – Cello – Strings/Piano Junior Division - http://www.jzcello.com/ Jeffrey Ziegler was the cellist of the internationally renowned Kronos Quartet for eight seasons and is acclaimed as one the most versatile cellist of our time. He is on the Cello Faculty at Mannes College's New School For Music. Rebecca Fischer – Violin – Strings/Piano Junior Division - http://www.rebeccafischerviolin.com/ Rebecca Fischer was the first-violinist of the Chiara Quartet for eighteen years and is praised for her “beautiful tone and nuanced phrasing.” She is currently teaching violin and chamber music at the Mannes School of Music and at the Greenwood Music Camp, and writes about artistry and creativity for publications such as Strings Magazine and the SHAR Music blog.     If you enjoyed the show, please leave a review on iTunes!  I truly appreciate your support! Visit www.mindoverfinger.com for information about past and future podcasts, and for more resources on mindful practice.   THANK YOU: Most sincere thank you to composer Jim Stephenson who graciously provided the show's musical theme!  Concerto #1 for Trumpet and Chamber Orchestra – Movement 2: Allegro con Brio, performed by Jeffrey Work, trumpet, and the Lake Forest Symphony, conducted by Jim Stephenson. Also a huge thank you to my producer, Bella Kelly!   MIND OVER FINGER: www.mindoverfinger.com https://www.facebook.com/mindoverfinger/ https://www.instagram.com/mindoverfinger/   Join the Mind Over Finger Tribe here!  https://www.facebook.com/groups/mindoverfingertribe/    

Native Opinion Episode  103 “When We Are Gone, Blame Ourselves Because of Inaction.”   How to Reach our show: hosts@nativeopinion.com Twitter: @nativeopinion Facebook: facebook.com/nativeopinionpodcast/ Website: nativeopinion.com  Youtube: https://www.Youtube.com/c/NativeOpinion  Leave us a voicemail: Call us!  (860) 381-0207 Or.. leave us a message on our Speakpipe App on our Website         Articles featured in this episode:     Title: Trump Advisers Propose Privatizing Native American Reservations AUTHOR: By theindigenousamericans_6i2sru   DATE: On October 8, 2017October 8, 2017  SOURCE: https://www.theindigenousamericans.com/2017/10/08/trump-advisers-propose-privatizing-native-american-reservations/        TITLE: Indian Reorganization Act: Good Deal or Raw Deal?  AUTHOR: Tim Giago Sub-Title: Notes from Indian Country SOURCE: https://www.huffingtonpost.com/tim-giago/indian-reorganization-act_b_11337064.html        TITLE: Conservation Groups Fight to Overturn Plans to Auction Public and Tribal Lands to the Oil and Gas Industry    Contact: Jeremy Nichols, (303) 437-7663, jnichols@wildearthguardians.org Additional contacts: Rebecca Sobel, (505) 216-6826, rsobel@wildearthguardians.org Rebecca Fischer, (406) 698-1489, rfischer@wildearthguardians.org SOURCE: http://www.frackoffchaco.org/blog/chacosacrifice       TITLE: Red tape chokes off drilling on Native American reservations AUTHOR: Valerie Volcovici for REUTERS DATE: Jan 27th, 2017  SOURCE: https://www.reuters.com/article/us-usa-trump-tribes-regulations-insight/red-tape-chokes-off-drilling-on-native-american-reservations-idUSKBN15B0E7       TITLE: Native History: Construction of Mount Rushmore Begins AUTHOR: Christina Rose  DATE: October 4, 2013 SOURCE:  https://indiancountrymedianetwork.com/history/events/native-history-construction-of-mount-rushmore-begins/       TITLE: More Native American candidates need to run for public office                                                   AUTHOR: Mark Trahant: DATE: Posted: Monday, November 13, 2017      SOURCE: https://www.indianz.com/News/2017/11/13/mark-trahant-more-native-american-candid.asp       TITLE: Keystone Pipeline closed through several states after 200,000-gallon leak in South Dakota AUTHORS: by ALEX JOHNSON and SHAQUILLE BREWSTER DATE: NOV 16 2017 SOURCE: https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/keystone-pipeline-closed-through-several-states-after-200-000-gallon-n821606       TITLE:  Treaty Of Hartford PUBLISHER: Yale University SOURCE: https://yipp.yale.edu/annotated-transcription/digcoll2389

Rebecca Fischer discuses her research on the role that light elements play in making up the Earth’s core.

Kay audiopi, profesor peruano Odi Gonzales rimashan Rebecca Fischerwan, Christine Mladicwan ima. Pay willakun imaynas kan kawsaynin Nueva Yorkpi. // En este audio el profesor peruano Odi Gonzales habla con Rebecca Fischer y Christine Mladic. El cuenta cómo es su vida en Nueva York. // In this podcast, Odi Gonzales, from Cusco, Peru, speaks with Rebecca Fischer and Christine Mladic about life in New York City. For more visit: clacsnyublog.com/category/rimasun

Odi Gonzales kan profesor NYUpi. Pay yachachishan Runasimita. Pay kan Calcamanta ichaqa kunan tiyashan Greenwich Villagepi, New Yorkpi. Kay audiopi, Odi riman vidanmanta Rebecca Fischerwan. // Odi Gozales es profesor en NYU. Él enseña el idioma Quechua. Él es de Calca, Peru, pero ahora vive en Greenwich Village, en Nueva York. En este audio, Odi habla de su vida con Rebecca Fischer. // Odi Gonzales is a professor at NYU, where he teaches Quechua. He is from Calca, Peru, but he presently lives in Greenwich Village, in New York City. In this podcast, Odi speaks with Rebecca Fischer about his life. For more visit: clacsnyublog.com/category/rimasun

Kay audiopi, harawiku Odi Gonzales rimashan Rebecca Fischerwan, Christine Mladicwan, ima, libronkunamanta, qhelqasqanmanta. Chaymanta, ñawinchashan poemanta huk libronmanta Virgenes Urbanas. // En este audio, el poeta Odi Gonzales habla de sus libros y de sus escritos con Rebecca Fischer y Christine Mladic. Después lee uno de sus poemas del libro Virgenes Urbanas. // In this podcast, poet Odi Gonzales discusses his books and writings with Rebecca Fischer and Christine Mladic. He then reads one of his poems from the book Virgenes Urbanas. For more visit: clacsnyublog.com/category/rimasun