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Lisa is the CEO of Recollect, a cloud-based platform for managing and accessing archives. With some large customers in New Zealand and Australia, Recollect is now focused on expansion in the US and Canada. Lisa says she's been surprised by how much the customers appreciate the customer service Recollect offers. And she talks about the continuing need to focus to get the most out of the resources they have and the need to have a trusted circle of advisors.   www.recollectcms.com   

Welcome to 12 Days of The Comic Source, a special fireside chat interview series celebrating the countdown to Christmas with some of Jace's favorite creators! For Episode 1, Jace is joined by Zach Kaplan for a wide-ranging conversation about his work across comics—spotlighting Eclipse, Masterminds, Kill All Immortals (and Kill All Immortals 2), Midnight Shadows, Dark Empty Void, Beyond Real, and Mindset—plus a quick tease of his upcoming short story "Recollect" in Hello Darkness #17. Along the way, they talk creative process, collaboration, themes, and holiday traditions, closing out with warm wishes for a happy, healthy, and relaxing season.

We discuss a know-yourself-better question related to how we conceive of ourselves at different ages. Plus we talk about a way to find excellent book recommendations. Resources & links related to this episode: Join the The Happiness Project: Revisited course Since You Asked advice podcast Shop the biggest journal sale of the year! Substack Live with Sari Botton "Oldster Magazine" on Substack Less Than Zero by Bret Easton Ellis (Amazon, Bookshop) All My Friends Are Going to Be Strangers by Larry McMurtry (Amazon, Bookshop) The Secret History by Donna Tartt (Amazon, Bookshop) Get in touch: podcast@gretchenrubin.com Visit Gretchen's website to learn more about Gretchen's best-selling books, products from The Happiness Project Collection, and the Happier app. Find the transcript for this episode on the episode details page in the Apple Podcasts app. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

When it's extremely difficult to make up your mind.  Having the power of choice can actually weaken someone.  On this episode we're going to explore spring cleaning and making the choice to replenish the empty space with more clutter.  Plus… we've either done it or know of someone who has, people who make the choice to make it known how much they are eating right.  But are they?  I'm Arroe.  Life is a series of choices.  Who decides when you're not making it the right choice?  Is it the fear of going wrong?  The greatest lessons in life are often lost inside hidden away attempts and concepts.  It's time to reopen your heart. Having a choice is a daily gift.  On this highway we learn to trust mirages… What is the choice?  Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/arroe-collins-unplugged-totally-uncut--994165/support.

When it's extremely difficult to make up your mind.  Having the power of choice can actually weaken someone.  On this episode we're going to explore spring cleaning and making the choice to replenish the empty space with more clutter.  Plus… we've either done it or know of someone who has, people who make the choice to make it known how much they are eating right.  But are they?  I'm Arroe.  Life is a series of choices.  Who decides when you're not making it the right choice?  Is it the fear of going wrong?  The greatest lessons in life are often lost inside hidden away attempts and concepts.  It's time to reopen your heart. Having a choice is a daily gift.  On this highway we learn to trust mirages… What is the choice?  Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/arroe-collins-like-it-s-live--4113802/support.

“Made perfect.” — Hebrews 12:23 Recollect that there are two kinds of perfection which the Christian needs — the perfection of justification in the person of Jesus, and the perfection of sanctification wrought in him by the Holy Spirit. At present, corruption yet remains even in the breasts of the regenerate — experience soon teaches […]

We Recollect For the session to be discussed on March 9, 2025 Deuteronomy 26:1-11 David Cassady Nikki Hardeman Jaylen Peabody Smith David Adams Daniel Glaze The central discussion for this episode centers around the concept of ‘recollecting,' which involves deliberately revisiting and gathering memories to understand God's ongoing work in their lives. Personal anecdotes are […]

In this episode, we listen to a intriguing conversation, as depicted in Sangam Literary work, Kalithogai 113, penned by Chozhan Nalluruthiran. The verse is situated in the 'Mullai' or 'Forest Landscape' and presents hidden layers in the relationship of a man and his lady.

Hello and welcome to the ongoing miniseries The Orthogonal Bet Hosted by Samuel Arbesman, Complexity Scientist, Author, and Scientist in Residence at Lux Capital In this episode, Samuel speaks with Alice Albrecht, the founder and CEO of Recollect, a startup in the AI and tools for thought space. Alice, trained in cognitive neuroscience, has had a long career in machine learning and artificial intelligence. Samuel wanted to talk to Alice because of her extensive experience in AI, machine learning, and cognitive science. She has studied brains, witnessed the hype cycles in AI, and excels at discerning the reality from the noise in the field. Alice shares her wisdom on the nature of artificial intelligence, the current excitement surrounding it, and the related domain of computational tools for thinking. She also provides unique perspectives on artificial intelligence.

With this and that I tried to keep the bucket together, and then the bottom fell out.Where the water does not collect, the moon does not dwell.—ChiyonoThis is the awakening poem of Chiyono, a Japanese Zen practitioner in the early 17th Century. The poem comes after a much longer story about this person's path of practice. In the story, Chiyono has a sincere aspiration to practice the dharma, but isn't able to spend a lot of time in formal meditation practice because of her work responsibilities.She seeks out an elder nun at the local convent—and though she is full of self-doubt, she expresses to the nun her aspiration to practice the dharma, as well as her situation and self-doubt. The nun meets her with reassurance, she affirms Chiyono's aspiration and tells her that there is a path of practice that she can do—even if she doesn't have time for a lot of formal practice.The nun gives Chiyono these instructions:* Affirm your sincere aspiration to awaken* Cultivate compassion for all beings* Recollect that you are complete as you are* Recognize delusive thoughts, and look into their sourceThis dharma talk/podcast episode was recorded on during the weekly Monday Night Meditation & Dharma event (learn more below). In this dharma talk I explore practices for looking into the source of thoughts. This is a vital practice that has the ability to completely change our relationship to thoughts and the power that they can have over us.What are thoughts made of?What happens when you take thoughts as the object of attention?Or trace thoughts back and feel the sensations/emotions in your body?To look into our thoughts is a courageous practice, to feel our feelings directly unmeditated by thought is also a courageous practice. Doing it can help us recognize the spaciousness and clarity of Mind's nature. Doing it can awaken the heart of compassion.How much energy do we spend using thoughts to patch together this bucket of self?How much energy do we use trying to prove that we are unworthy, unloveable, undeserving?What if instead of believing these lies about ourselves, we looked into the nature of these thoughts? What if we began to truly trust that we and all beings are complete as we are?While sitting meditation can be a great support for looking into the source of our thoughts, this is a practice we can do throughout the day—try it, its empowering!….I'm Amy Kisei. I am a Zen Buddhist Teacher, Spiritual Counselor, Meditation Coach, Astrologer and Artist. In my Spiritual Counseling Practice, I practice at the confluence of spirituality and psychology, integrating mind, body and spirit. Spiritual Counseling can help you:* Companion Grief + Loss* Clarify Life Purpose* Healing Relational Conflict + Inner Conflict* Work with Shadow Material* Heal your relationship with Eating, Food or Body Image* Spiritual Emergence* Integrate Psychedelic or Mystical Experiences* Move Through Creative Blocks, Career Impasses and BurnoutI am trained in Internal Family Systems (IFS), Dream Work, Hakomi (Somatic Therapy) and Mindful Eating.I also lead a weekly online meditation group, you can read more about below.Monday Night Meditation + Dharma6P PT / 9P ETJoin me on zoom for 40 minutes of meditation and a dharma talk. We are currently exploring embodiment, compassion and the principles of engaged buddhism. All are welcome to join.Zoom Link for Monday NightI currently live in Columbus, Ohio with my partner, we facilitate an in-person meditation gathering every Wednesday from 7P - 8:30P at ILLIO in Clintonville through Mud Lotus Sangha. If you happen to be in Columbus, feel free to stop by!Earth Dreams is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit amykisei.substack.com/subscribe

“Made perfect.” — Hebrews 12:23 Recollect that there are two kinds of perfection which the Christian needs — the perfection of justification in the person of Jesus, and the perfection of sanctification wrought in him by the Holy Spirit. At present, corruption yet remains even in the breasts of the regenerate — experience soon teaches […]

(Gaia House) A commentary and practice on the Five Daily Recollections or Remembrances. Here phrased by Caroline Jones: Breathing gently, I lovingly remember… this body is ageing; this body is vulnerable to illness; this body will die; loss is part of life; to meet this moment with wisdom. This session includes a guided practice, Dharma reflection, and the answers to (unrecorded) questions from participants.

(Gaia House) A commentary and practice on the Five Daily Recollections or Remembrances. Here phrased by Caroline Jones: Breathing gently, I lovingly remember… this body is ageing; this body is vulnerable to illness; this body will die; loss is part of life; to meet this moment with wisdom. This session includes a guided practice, Dharma reflection, and the answers to (unrecorded) questions from participants.

(Gaia House) A commentary and practice on the Five Daily Recollections or Remembrances. Here phrased by Caroline Jones: Breathing gently, I lovingly remember… this body is ageing; this body is vulnerable to illness; this body will die; loss is part of life; to meet this moment with wisdom. This session includes a guided practice, Dharma reflection, and the answers to (unrecorded) questions from participants.

Parenting requires nuanced architecture and then releasing kids to learn for themselves bit by bit - and all of this as you're navigating mood changes that start becoming real even in the grade school years. To help us through this sensitive topic, we are gifted with parenting expert Nellie Harden of Family Life, Enneagram 2, who shares her relational and brain-based biological expertise, as well as what she's gained from parenting four teen daughters along with her husband. Recollect your own teen years and learn what's ahead with kids or grandkids as we approach parenting with peace, grace, and wisdom. We dig into some of the most important questions together, including how to walk through hormonal moments with kids, dads and daughters, and how we can launch healthy and regulated adults one day, too. Don't miss it! Watch on YouTube! Nellie Harden's book and steps! https://www.nellieharden.com/ Leave a review on Apple here if you enjoyed this episode! https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/enneagram-and-marriage/id1493137938 Join the E + M Masterclass here! Use code MASTERCLASS for $500 off. https://www.enneagraminyourmarriage.com/emcoaches Sign up for the Equip + Activate Leadership Conference below!  https://www.simplywholehearted.com/2024conferenceregistrationpage?ref=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.simplywholehearted.com%2Fa%2F2147770674%2FkFLz5sF6 For all your relationship needs, visit here! www.EnneagramandMarriage.com

1. Discouragement is part of ministryFacing discouragement is normal in all ministries. Something is off if someone in ministry claims to be on a perpetual high. If you are feeling discouraged, you are not alone.2 . Remember How God has worked in your lifeHe saved you, called you, gifted you, prepared you, shaped you, and used you. Recollect those times when God's work through you has been clear and evident.3. Identify the actual standard for your ministryIt is so easy to start feeling pressured by standards that God is not holding you up against. God is not expecting you to be someone else. He wants you to be you. Empowered, growing, improving, but still you.4. Who should you please?You cannot keep everyone happy all the time. You may preach with great sensitivity and still step on some toes.5. Pray, prepare and preachWhat do we discover if we take stock of your lifetime of sermons and add them to mine and a few others? We discover that the chances of this Sunday's message being the catalyst for a spiritual revolution are meager.Support the showSubscribe to this podcast. Leave us a review. Point your friends to this podcast.Contact me at: alancarr@gmail.com. The podcast is a ministry of Dr. Alan Carr and The Sermon Notebook (http://www.sermonnotebook.org)If you would like some Preaching Matters Podcast merch, you can support the show while advertising for the show.Podcast T-Shirt: https://www.etsy.com/listing/1477329809/podcast-logo-preacher-gift-sermon-notes?click_key=10bfd3485c9c310cd30c1ea506644847488583b2%3A1477329809&click_sum=c33942ee&external=1&rec_type=ss&ref=landingpage_similar_listing_top-1&frs=1Podcast Mug: https://www.etsy.com/listing/1468678138/coffee-mug-the-preaching-matters-podcast?click_key=372978b5d3b54393df102deea8e8e4a635954690%3A1468678138&click_sum=7538cce4&external=1&rec_type=ss&ref=landingpage_similar_listing_top-8&frs=1

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Link to bioRxiv paper: http://biorxiv.org/cgi/content/short/2023.07.06.547911v1?rss=1 Authors: van den Berg, A. R., Roelfsema, P. R., Bohte, S. M. Abstract: The acquisition of knowledge does not occur in isolation; rather, learning experiences in the same or similar domains amalgamate. This process through which learning can accelerate over time is referred to as learning-to-learn or meta-learning. While meta-learning can be implemented in recurrent neural networks, these networks tend to be trained with architectures that are not easily interpretable or mappable to the brain and with learning rules that are biologically implausible. Specifically, these rules employ backpropagation-through-time for learning, which relies on information that is unavailable at synapses that are undergoing plasticity in the brain. While memory models that exclusively use local information for their weight updates have been developed, they have limited capacity to integrate information over long timespans and therefore cannot easily learn-to-learn. Here, we propose a novel gated recurrent network named RECOLLECT, which can flexibly retain or forget information by means of a single memory gate and biologically plausible trial-and-error-learning that requires only local information. We demonstrate that RECOLLECT successfully learns to represent task-relevant information over increasingly long memory delays in a pro-/anti-saccade task, and that it learns to flush its memory at the end of a trial. Moreover, we show that RECOLLECT can learn-to-learn an effective policy on a reversal bandit task. Finally, we show that the solutions acquired by RECOLLECT resemble how animals learn similar tasks. Copy rights belong to original authors. Visit the link for more info Podcast created by Paper Player, LLC

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The Equity crew is kicking off your week with a special episode from our sister podcast, Found, the stories behind the startups. Co-hosts Darrell Etherington and Becca Szkutak spoke with Alice Albrecht from Re:collect, a software tool that augments creativity by helping people focus, recall, and connect their ideas. The conversation covered a lot of ground from how to hone your pitch when your product is so cerebral, how technology can help creativity but Alice argues will never replace it, and how developing AI requires building safeguards from the jump.If you want to hear more from Equity and Found, don't forget to take our listener survey and enter for a chance to win a free year of TC+!For more from Found, connect with us:On TwitterOn InstagramVia email: found@techcrunch.comEquity drops every Monday, Wednesday and Friday at 7 a.m. PT, so subscribe to us on Apple Podcasts, Overcast, Spotify and all the casts. TechCrunch also has a great show on crypto,  a show that details how our stories come together and more!

The Federal Government is trying to collect back CERB money from recipients who it turns out weren't eligible. This sounds bad for the ones who it turns out weren't eligible, but it seems also like a good thing to return tax payer money where it belongs. Jay Goldberg. Ontario Director of the Canadian Tax Payers Federation. Crowdfunding has been a great tool for small start-ups to get off the ground. But there are also a lot of weird ones out there. Many campaigns, you would be shocked to learn have gone beyond successful. Technical producer Tom joins Scott to take a look at the weirdest and most interesting crowdfunding campaigns. Tom McKay. Technical Producer AM900 CHML.

Hakim Adi is Professor of Africa and the African Diaspora at the University of Chichester, and the most prominent and preeminent scholar of Blacks in the UK. He is the author of several titles, including Black British History, New Perspectives, West Africans in Britain/1900-1960, and the focus of this episode: the essential and illuminating academic survey, Pan-Africanism/A History. In this conversation, Adi discusses the roots of Pan-Africanism, sheds light on some of the unheralded figures in this history, and shares some of his efforts to bring more young scholars of color into the field. This is how we RECOLLECT. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/recollect/message

I wasn't sure what it was. It was certainly yellow. Maybe it was a banana. Or it was a pencil. Actually, it could have even been a lemon. I just couldn't remember. There were just too many cards on the table. I wish I could Recollect from Pikkii. Read the full review here: https://tabletopgamesblog.com/2022/08/20/recollect-saturday-review/ Useful Links Recollect: https://pikkii.com/products/recollect-memory-challenge-game Pikkii: https://pikkii.com/ BGG listing: https://boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/368121/recollect-memory-challenge-game Intro Music: Bomber (Sting) by Riot (https://www.youtube.com/audiolibrary/) If you want to support this podcast financially, please check out the links below: Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/tabletopgamesblog Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/TabletopGamesBlog Website: https://tabletopgamesblog.com/ (Photo courtesy of Pikkii) --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/tabletopgamesblog/message

It was in the fourth year of my apprenticeship to Joe, and it was a Saturday night. There was a group assembled round the fire at the Three Jolly Bargemen, attentive to Mr. Wopsle as he read the newspaper aloud. Of that group I was one.A highly popular murder had been committed, and Mr. Wopsle was imbrued in blood to the eyebrows. He gloated over every abhorrent adjective in the description, and identified himself with every witness at the Inquest. He faintly moaned, “I am done for,” as the victim, and he barbarously bellowed, “I'll serve you out,” as the murderer. He gave the medical testimony, in pointed imitation of our local practitioner; and he piped and shook, as the aged turnpike-keeper who had heard blows, to an extent so very paralytic as to suggest a doubt regarding the mental competency of that witness. The coroner, in Mr. Wopsle's hands, became Timon of Athens; the beadle, Coriolanus. He enjoyed himself thoroughly, and we all enjoyed ourselves, and were delightfully comfortable. In this cosy state of mind we came to the verdict Wilful Murder.Then, and not sooner, I became aware of a strange gentleman leaning over the back of the settle opposite me, looking on. There was an expression of contempt on his face, and he bit the side of a great forefinger as he watched the group of faces.“Well!” said the stranger to Mr. Wopsle, when the reading was done, “you have settled it all to your own satisfaction, I have no doubt?”Everybody started and looked up, as if it were the murderer. He looked at everybody coldly and sarcastically.“Guilty, of course?” said he. “Out with it. Come!”“Sir,” returned Mr. Wopsle, “without having the honor of your acquaintance, I do say Guilty.” Upon this we all took courage to unite in a confirmatory murmur.“I know you do,” said the stranger; “I knew you would. I told you so. But now I'll ask you a question. Do you know, or do you not know, that the law of England supposes every man to be innocent, until he is proved⁠—proved⁠—to be guilty?”“Sir,” Mr. Wopsle began to reply, “as an Englishman myself, I⁠—”“Come!” said the stranger, biting his forefinger at him. “Don't evade the question. Either you know it, or you don't know it. Which is it to be?”He stood with his head on one side and himself on one side, in a bullying, interrogative manner, and he threw his forefinger at Mr. Wopsle⁠—as it were to mark him out⁠—before biting it again.“Now!” said he. “Do you know it, or don't you know it?”“Certainly I know it,” replied Mr. Wopsle.“Certainly you know it. Then why didn't you say so at first? Now, I'll ask you another question,”⁠—taking possession of Mr. Wopsle, as if he had a right to him⁠—“do you know that none of these witnesses have yet been cross-examined?”Mr. Wopsle was beginning, “I can only say⁠—” when the stranger stopped him.“What? You won't answer the question, yes or no? Now, I'll try you again.” Throwing his finger at him again. “Attend to me. Are you aware, or are you not aware, that none of these witnesses have yet been cross-examined? Come, I only want one word from you. Yes, or no?”Mr. Wopsle hesitated, and we all began to conceive rather a poor opinion of him.“Come!” said the stranger, “I'll help you. You don't deserve help, but I'll help you. Look at that paper you hold in your hand. What is it?”“What is it?” repeated Mr. Wopsle, eyeing it, much at a loss.“Is it,” pursued the stranger in his most sarcastic and suspicious manner, “the printed paper you have just been reading from?”“Undoubtedly.”“Undoubtedly. Now, turn to that paper, and tell me whether it distinctly states that the prisoner expressly said that his legal advisers instructed him altogether to reserve his defence?”“I read that just now,” Mr. Wopsle pleaded.“Never mind what you read just now, sir; I don't ask you what you read just now. You may read the Lord's Prayer backwards, if you like⁠—and, perhaps, have done it before today. Turn to the paper. No, no, no my friend; not to the top of the column; you know better than that; to the bottom, to the bottom.” (We all began to think Mr. Wopsle full of subterfuge.) “Well? Have you found it?”“Here it is,” said Mr. Wopsle.“Now, follow that passage with your eye, and tell me whether it distinctly states that the prisoner expressly said that he was instructed by his legal advisers wholly to reserve his defence? Come! Do you make that of it?”Mr. Wopsle answered, “Those are not the exact words.”“Not the exact words!” repeated the gentleman bitterly. “Is that the exact substance?”“Yes,” said Mr. Wopsle.“Yes,” repeated the stranger, looking round at the rest of the company with his right hand extended towards the witness, Wopsle. “And now I ask you what you say to the conscience of that man who, with that passage before his eyes, can lay his head upon his pillow after having pronounced a fellow-creature guilty, unheard?”We all began to suspect that Mr. Wopsle was not the man we had thought him, and that he was beginning to be found out.“And that same man, remember,” pursued the gentleman, throwing his finger at Mr. Wopsle heavily⁠—“that same man might be summoned as a juryman upon this very trial, and, having thus deeply committed himself, might return to the bosom of his family and lay his head upon his pillow, after deliberately swearing that he would well and truly try the issue joined between Our Sovereign Lord the King and the prisoner at the bar, and would a true verdict give according to the evidence, so help him God!”We were all deeply persuaded that the unfortunate Wopsle had gone too far, and had better stop in his reckless career while there was yet time.The strange gentleman, with an air of authority not to be disputed, and with a manner expressive of knowing something secret about everyone of us that would effectually do for each individual if he chose to disclose it, left the back of the settle, and came into the space between the two settles, in front of the fire, where he remained standing, his left hand in his pocket, and he biting the forefinger of his right.“From information I have received,” said he, looking round at us as we all quailed before him, “I have reason to believe there is a blacksmith among you, by name Joseph⁠—or Joe⁠—Gargery. Which is the man?”“Here is the man,” said Joe.The strange gentleman beckoned him out of his place, and Joe went.“You have an apprentice,” pursued the stranger, “commonly known as Pip? Is he here?”“I am here!” I cried.The stranger did not recognize me, but I recognized him as the gentleman I had met on the stairs, on the occasion of my second visit to Miss Havisham. I had known him the moment I saw him looking over the settle, and now that I stood confronting him with his hand upon my shoulder, I checked off again in detail his large head, his dark complexion, his deep-set eyes, his bushy black eyebrows, his large watch-chain, his strong black dots of beard and whisker, and even the smell of scented soap on his great hand.“I wish to have a private conference with you two,” said he, when he had surveyed me at his leisure. “It will take a little time. Perhaps we had better go to your place of residence. I prefer not to anticipate my communication here; you will impart as much or as little of it as you please to your friends afterwards; I have nothing to do with that.”Amidst a wondering silence, we three walked out of the Jolly Bargemen, and in a wondering silence walked home. While going along, the strange gentleman occasionally looked at me, and occasionally bit the side of his finger. As we neared home, Joe vaguely acknowledging the occasion as an impressive and ceremonious one, went on ahead to open the front door. Our conference was held in the state parlor, which was feebly lighted by one candle.It began with the strange gentleman's sitting down at the table, drawing the candle to him, and looking over some entries in his pocketbook. He then put up the pocketbook and set the candle a little aside, after peering round it into the darkness at Joe and me, to ascertain which was which.“My name,” he said, “is Jaggers, and I am a lawyer in London. I am pretty well known. I have unusual business to transact with you, and I commence by explaining that it is not of my originating. If my advice had been asked, I should not have been here. It was not asked, and you see me here. What I have to do as the confidential agent of another, I do. No less, no more.”Finding that he could not see us very well from where he sat, he got up, and threw one leg over the back of a chair and leaned upon it; thus having one foot on the seat of the chair, and one foot on the ground.“Now, Joseph Gargery, I am the bearer of an offer to relieve you of this young fellow your apprentice. You would not object to cancel his indentures at his request and for his good? You would want nothing for so doing?”“Lord forbid that I should want anything for not standing in Pip's way,” said Joe, staring.“Lord forbidding is pious, but not to the purpose,” returned Mr. Jaggers. “The question is, Would you want anything? Do you want anything?”“The answer is,” returned Joe, sternly, “No.”I thought Mr. Jaggers glanced at Joe, as if he considered him a fool for his disinterestedness. But I was too much bewildered between breathless curiosity and surprise, to be sure of it.“Very well,” said Mr. Jaggers. “Recollect the admission you have made, and don't try to go from it presently.”“Who's a going to try?” retorted Joe.“I don't say anybody is. Do you keep a dog?”“Yes, I do keep a dog.”“Bear in mind then, that Brag is a good dog, but Holdfast is a better. Bear that in mind, will you?” repeated Mr. Jaggers, shutting his eyes and nodding his head at Joe, as if he were forgiving him something. “Now, I return to this young fellow. And the communication I have got to make is, that he has great expectations.”Joe and I gasped, and looked at one another.“I am instructed to communicate to him,” said Mr. Jaggers, throwing his finger at me sideways, “that he will come into a handsome property. Further, that it is the desire of the present possessor of that property, that he be immediately removed from his present sphere of life and from this place, and be brought up as a gentleman⁠—in a word, as a young fellow of great expectations.”My dream was out; my wild fancy was surpassed by sober reality; Miss Havisham was going to make my fortune on a grand scale.“Now, Mr. Pip,” pursued the lawyer, “I address the rest of what I have to say, to you. You are to understand, first, that it is the request of the person from whom I take my instructions that you always bear the name of Pip. You will have no objection, I dare say, to your great expectations being encumbered with that easy condition. But if you have any objection, this is the time to mention it.”My heart was beating so fast, and there was such a singing in my ears, that I could scarcely stammer I had no objection.“I should think not! Now you are to understand, secondly, Mr. Pip, that the name of the person who is your liberal benefactor remains a profound secret, until the person chooses to reveal it. I am empowered to mention that it is the intention of the person to reveal it at first hand by word of mouth to yourself. When or where that intention may be carried out, I cannot say; no one can say. It may be years hence. Now, you are distinctly to understand that you are most positively prohibited from making any inquiry on this head, or any allusion or reference, however distant, to any individual whomsoever as the individual, in all the communications you may have with me. If you have a suspicion in your own breast, keep that suspicion in your own breast. It is not the least to the purpose what the reasons of this prohibition are; they may be the strongest and gravest reasons, or they may be mere whim. This is not for you to inquire into. The condition is laid down. Your acceptance of it, and your observance of it as binding, is the only remaining condition that I am charged with, by the person from whom I take my instructions, and for whom I am not otherwise responsible. That person is the person from whom you derive your expectations, and the secret is solely held by that person and by me. Again, not a very difficult condition with which to encumber such a rise in fortune; but if you have any objection to it, this is the time to mention it. Speak out.”Once more, I stammered with difficulty that I had no objection.“I should think not! Now, Mr. Pip, I have done with stipulations.” Though he called me Mr. Pip, and began rather to make up to me, he still could not get rid of a certain air of bullying suspicion; and even now he occasionally shut his eyes and threw his finger at me while he spoke, as much as to express that he knew all kinds of things to my disparagement, if he only chose to mention them. “We come next, to mere details of arrangement. You must know that, although I have used the term ‘expectations' more than once, you are not endowed with expectations only. There is already lodged in my hands a sum of money amply sufficient for your suitable education and maintenance. You will please consider me your guardian. Oh!” for I was going to thank him, “I tell you at once, I am paid for my services, or I shouldn't render them. It is considered that you must be better educated, in accordance with your altered position, and that you will be alive to the importance and necessity of at once entering on that advantage.”I said I had always longed for it.“Never mind what you have always longed for, Mr. Pip,” he retorted; “keep to the record. If you long for it now, that's enough. Am I answered that you are ready to be placed at once under some proper tutor? Is that it?”I stammered yes, that was it.“Good. Now, your inclinations are to be consulted. I don't think that wise, mind, but it's my trust. Have you ever heard of any tutor whom you would prefer to another?”I had never heard of any tutor but Biddy and Mr. Wopsle's great-aunt; so, I replied in the negative.“There is a certain tutor, of whom I have some knowledge, who I think might suit the purpose,” said Mr. Jaggers. “I don't recommend him, observe; because I never recommend anybody. The gentleman I speak of is one Mr. Matthew Pocket.”Ah! I caught at the name directly. Miss Havisham's relation. The Matthew whom Mr. and Mrs. Camilla had spoken of. The Matthew whose place was to be at Miss Havisham's head, when she lay dead, in her bride's dress on the bride's table.“You know the name?” said Mr. Jaggers, looking shrewdly at me, and then shutting up his eyes while he waited for my answer.My answer was, that I had heard of the name.“Oh!” said he. “You have heard of the name. But the question is, what do you say of it?”I said, or tried to say, that I was much obliged to him for his recommendation⁠—“No, my young friend!” he interrupted, shaking his great head very slowly. “Recollect yourself!”Not recollecting myself, I began again that I was much obliged to him for his recommendation⁠—“No, my young friend,” he interrupted, shaking his head and frowning and smiling both at once⁠—“no, no, no; it's very well done, but it won't do; you are too young to fix me with it. Recommendation is not the word, Mr. Pip. Try another.”Correcting myself, I said that I was much obliged to him for his mention of Mr. Matthew Pocket⁠—“That's more like it!” cried Mr. Jaggers.⁠—And (I added), I would gladly try that gentleman.“Good. You had better try him in his own house. The way shall be prepared for you, and you can see his son first, who is in London. When will you come to London?”I said (glancing at Joe, who stood looking on, motionless), that I supposed I could come directly.“First,” said Mr. Jaggers, “you should have some new clothes to come in, and they should not be working-clothes. Say this day week. You'll want some money. Shall I leave you twenty guineas?”He produced a long purse, with the greatest coolness, and counted them out on the table and pushed them over to me. This was the first time he had taken his leg from the chair. He sat astride of the chair when he had pushed the money over, and sat swinging his purse and eyeing Joe.“Well, Joseph Gargery? You look dumbfoundered?”“I am!” said Joe, in a very decided manner.“It was understood that you wanted nothing for yourself, remember?”“It were understood,” said Joe. “And it are understood. And it ever will be similar according.”“But what,” said Mr. Jaggers, swinging his purse⁠—“what if it was in my instructions to make you a present, as compensation?”“As compensation what for?” Joe demanded.“For the loss of his services.”Joe laid his hand upon my shoulder with the touch of a woman. I have often thought him since, like the steam-hammer that can crush a man or pat an eggshell, in his combination of strength with gentleness. “Pip is that hearty welcome,” said Joe, “to go free with his services, to honor and fortun', as no words can tell him. But if you think as Money can make compensation to me for the loss of the little child⁠—what come to the forge⁠—and ever the best of friends!⁠—”O dear good Joe, whom I was so ready to leave and so unthankful to, I see you again, with your muscular blacksmith's arm before your eyes, and your broad chest heaving, and your voice dying away. O dear good faithful tender Joe, I feel the loving tremble of your hand upon my arm, as solemnly this day as if it had been the rustle of an angel's wing!But I encouraged Joe at the time. I was lost in the mazes of my future fortunes, and could not retrace the bypaths we had trodden together. I begged Joe to be comforted, for (as he said) we had ever been the best of friends, and (as I said) we ever would be so. Joe scooped his eyes with his disengaged wrist, as if he were bent on gouging himself, but said not another word.Mr. Jaggers had looked on at this, as one who recognized in Joe the village idiot, and in me his keeper. When it was over, he said, weighing in his hand the purse he had ceased to swing:⁠—“Now, Joseph Gargery, I warn you this is your last chance. No half measures with me. If you mean to take a present that I have it in charge to make you, speak out, and you shall have it. If on the contrary you mean to say⁠—” Here, to his great amazement, he was stopped by Joe's suddenly working round him with every demonstration of a fell pugilistic purpose.“Which I meantersay,” cried Joe, “that if you come into my place bull-baiting and badgering me, come out! Which I meantersay as sech if you're a man, come on! Which I meantersay that what I say, I meantersay and stand or fall by!”I drew Joe away, and he immediately became placable; merely stating to me, in an obliging manner and as a polite expostulatory notice to anyone whom it might happen to concern, that he were not a going to be bull-baited and badgered in his own place. Mr. Jaggers had risen when Joe demonstrated, and had backed near the door. Without evincing any inclination to come in again, he there delivered his valedictory remarks. They were these.“Well, Mr. Pip, I think the sooner you leave here⁠—as you are to be a gentleman⁠—the better. Let it stand for this day week, and you shall receive my printed address in the meantime. You can take a hackney-coach at the stagecoach office in London, and come straight to me. Understand, that I express no opinion, one way or other, on the trust I undertake. I am paid for undertaking it, and I do so. Now, understand that, finally. Understand that!”He was throwing his finger at both of us, and I think would have gone on, but for his seeming to think Joe dangerous, and going off.Something came into my head which induced me to run after him, as he was going down to the Jolly Bargemen, where he had left a hired carriage.“I beg your pardon, Mr. Jaggers.”“Halloa!” said he, facing round, “what's the matter?”“I wish to be quite right, Mr. Jaggers, and to keep to your directions; so I thought I had better ask. Would there be any objection to my taking leave of anyone I know, about here, before I go away?”“No,” said he, looking as if he hardly understood me.“I don't mean in the village only, but up town?”“No,” said he. “No objection.”I thanked him and ran home again, and there I found that Joe had already locked the front door and vacated the state parlor, and was seated by the kitchen fire with a hand on each knee, gazing intently at the burning coals. I too sat down before the fire and gazed at the coals, and nothing was said for a long time.My sister was in her cushioned chair in her corner, and Biddy sat at her needlework before the fire, and Joe sat next Biddy, and I sat next Joe in the corner opposite my sister. The more I looked into the glowing coals, the more incapable I became of looking at Joe; the longer the silence lasted, the more unable I felt to speak.At length I got out, “Joe, have you told Biddy?”“No, Pip,” returned Joe, still looking at the fire, and holding his knees tight, as if he had private information that they intended to make off somewhere, “which I left it to yourself, Pip.”“I would rather you told, Joe.”“Pip's a gentleman of fortun' then,” said Joe, “and God bless him in it!”Biddy dropped her work, and looked at me. Joe held his knees and looked at me. I looked at both of them. After a pause, they both heartily congratulated me; but there was a certain touch of sadness in their congratulations that I rather resented.I took it upon myself to impress Biddy (and through Biddy, Joe) with the grave obligation I considered my friends under, to know nothing and say nothing about the maker of my fortune. It would all come out in good time, I observed, and in the meanwhile nothing was to be said, save that I had come into great expectations from a mysterious patron. Biddy nodded her head thoughtfully at the fire as she took up her work again, and said she would be very particular; and Joe, still detaining his knees, said, “Ay, ay, I'll be ekervally partickler, Pip;” and then they congratulated me again, and went on to express so much wonder at the notion of my being a gentleman that I didn't half like it.Infinite pains were then taken by Biddy to convey to my sister some idea of what had happened. To the best of my belief, those efforts entirely failed. She laughed and nodded her head a great many times, and even repeated after Biddy, the words “Pip” and “Property.” But I doubt if they had more meaning in them than an election cry, and I cannot suggest a darker picture of her state of mind.I never could have believed it without experience, but as Joe and Biddy became more at their cheerful ease again, I became quite gloomy. Dissatisfied with my fortune, of course I could not be; but it is possible that I may have been, without quite knowing it, dissatisfied with myself.Anyhow, I sat with my elbow on my knee and my face upon my hand, looking into the fire, as those two talked about my going away, and about what they should do without me, and all that. And whenever I caught one of them looking at me, though never so pleasantly (and they often looked at me⁠—particularly Biddy), I felt offended: as if they were expressing some mistrust of me. Though Heaven knows they never did by word or sign.At those times I would get up and look out at the door; for our kitchen door opened at once upon the night, and stood open on summer evenings to air the room. The very stars to which I then raised my eyes, I am afraid I took to be but poor and humble stars for glittering on the rustic objects among which I had passed my life.“Saturday night,” said I, when we sat at our supper of bread and cheese and beer. “Five more days, and then the day before the day! They'll soon go.”“Yes, Pip,” observed Joe, whose voice sounded hollow in his beer-mug. “They'll soon go.”“Soon, soon go,” said Biddy.“I have been thinking, Joe, that when I go down town on Monday, and order my new clothes, I shall tell the tailor that I'll come and put them on there, or that I'll have them sent to Mr. Pumblechook's. It would be very disagreeable to be stared at by all the people here.”“Mr. and Mrs. Hubble might like to see you in your new genteel figure too, Pip,” said Joe, industriously cutting his bread, with his cheese on it, in the palm of his left hand, and glancing at my untasted supper as if he thought of the time when we used to compare slices. “So might Wopsle. And the Jolly Bargemen might take it as a compliment.”“That's just what I don't want, Joe. They would make such a business of it⁠—such a coarse and common business⁠—that I couldn't bear myself.”“Ah, that indeed, Pip!” said Joe. “If you couldn't abear yourself⁠—”Biddy asked me here, as she sat holding my sister's plate, “Have you thought about when you'll show yourself to Mr. Gargery, and your sister and me? You will show yourself to us; won't you?”“Biddy,” I returned with some resentment, “you are so exceedingly quick that it's difficult to keep up with you.”(“She always were quick,” observed Joe.)“If you had waited another moment, Biddy, you would have heard me say that I shall bring my clothes here in a bundle one evening⁠—most likely on the evening before I go away.”Biddy said no more. Handsomely forgiving her, I soon exchanged an affectionate good night with her and Joe, and went up to bed. When I got into my little room, I sat down and took a long look at it, as a mean little room that I should soon be parted from and raised above, forever. It was furnished with fresh young remembrances too, and even at the same moment I fell into much the same confused division of mind between it and the better rooms to which I was going, as I had been in so often between the forge and Miss Havisham's, and Biddy and Estella.The sun had been shining brightly all day on the roof of my attic, and the room was warm. As I put the window open and stood looking out, I saw Joe come slowly forth at the dark door, below, and take a turn or two in the air; and then I saw Biddy come, and bring him a pipe and light it for him. He never smoked so late, and it seemed to hint to me that he wanted comforting, for some reason or other.He presently stood at the door immediately beneath me, smoking his pipe, and Biddy stood there too, quietly talking to him, and I knew that they talked of me, for I heard my name mentioned in an endearing tone by both of them more than once. I would not have listened for more, if I could have heard more; so I drew away from the window, and sat down in my one chair by the bedside, feeling it very sorrowful and strange that this first night of my bright fortunes should be the loneliest I had ever known.Looking towards the open window, I saw light wreaths from Joe's pipe floating there, and I fancied it was like a blessing from Joe⁠—not obtruded on me or paraded before me, but pervading the air we shared together. I put my light out, and crept into bed; and it was an uneasy bed now, and I never slept the old sound sleep in it any more. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit greatexpectations.substack.com

It was in the fourth year of my apprenticeship to Joe, and it was a Saturday night. There was a group assembled round the fire at the Three Jolly Bargemen, attentive to Mr. Wopsle as he read the newspaper aloud. Of that group I was one.A highly popular murder had been committed, and Mr. Wopsle was imbrued in blood to the eyebrows. He gloated over every abhorrent adjective in the description, and identified himself with every witness at the Inquest. He faintly moaned, “I am done for,” as the victim, and he barbarously bellowed, “I'll serve you out,” as the murderer. He gave the medical testimony, in pointed imitation of our local practitioner; and he piped and shook, as the aged turnpike-keeper who had heard blows, to an extent so very paralytic as to suggest a doubt regarding the mental competency of that witness. The coroner, in Mr. Wopsle's hands, became Timon of Athens; the beadle, Coriolanus. He enjoyed himself thoroughly, and we all enjoyed ourselves, and were delightfully comfortable. In this cosy state of mind we came to the verdict Wilful Murder.Then, and not sooner, I became aware of a strange gentleman leaning over the back of the settle opposite me, looking on. There was an expression of contempt on his face, and he bit the side of a great forefinger as he watched the group of faces.“Well!” said the stranger to Mr. Wopsle, when the reading was done, “you have settled it all to your own satisfaction, I have no doubt?”Everybody started and looked up, as if it were the murderer. He looked at everybody coldly and sarcastically.“Guilty, of course?” said he. “Out with it. Come!”“Sir,” returned Mr. Wopsle, “without having the honor of your acquaintance, I do say Guilty.” Upon this we all took courage to unite in a confirmatory murmur.“I know you do,” said the stranger; “I knew you would. I told you so. But now I'll ask you a question. Do you know, or do you not know, that the law of England supposes every man to be innocent, until he is proved⁠—proved⁠—to be guilty?”“Sir,” Mr. Wopsle began to reply, “as an Englishman myself, I⁠—”“Come!” said the stranger, biting his forefinger at him. “Don't evade the question. Either you know it, or you don't know it. Which is it to be?”He stood with his head on one side and himself on one side, in a bullying, interrogative manner, and he threw his forefinger at Mr. Wopsle⁠—as it were to mark him out⁠—before biting it again.“Now!” said he. “Do you know it, or don't you know it?”“Certainly I know it,” replied Mr. Wopsle.“Certainly you know it. Then why didn't you say so at first? Now, I'll ask you another question,”⁠—taking possession of Mr. Wopsle, as if he had a right to him⁠—“do you know that none of these witnesses have yet been cross-examined?”Mr. Wopsle was beginning, “I can only say⁠—” when the stranger stopped him.“What? You won't answer the question, yes or no? Now, I'll try you again.” Throwing his finger at him again. “Attend to me. Are you aware, or are you not aware, that none of these witnesses have yet been cross-examined? Come, I only want one word from you. Yes, or no?”Mr. Wopsle hesitated, and we all began to conceive rather a poor opinion of him.“Come!” said the stranger, “I'll help you. You don't deserve help, but I'll help you. Look at that paper you hold in your hand. What is it?”“What is it?” repeated Mr. Wopsle, eyeing it, much at a loss.“Is it,” pursued the stranger in his most sarcastic and suspicious manner, “the printed paper you have just been reading from?”“Undoubtedly.”“Undoubtedly. Now, turn to that paper, and tell me whether it distinctly states that the prisoner expressly said that his legal advisers instructed him altogether to reserve his defence?”“I read that just now,” Mr. Wopsle pleaded.“Never mind what you read just now, sir; I don't ask you what you read just now. You may read the Lord's Prayer backwards, if you like⁠—and, perhaps, have done it before today. Turn to the paper. No, no, no my friend; not to the top of the column; you know better than that; to the bottom, to the bottom.” (We all began to think Mr. Wopsle full of subterfuge.) “Well? Have you found it?”“Here it is,” said Mr. Wopsle.“Now, follow that passage with your eye, and tell me whether it distinctly states that the prisoner expressly said that he was instructed by his legal advisers wholly to reserve his defence? Come! Do you make that of it?”Mr. Wopsle answered, “Those are not the exact words.”“Not the exact words!” repeated the gentleman bitterly. “Is that the exact substance?”“Yes,” said Mr. Wopsle.“Yes,” repeated the stranger, looking round at the rest of the company with his right hand extended towards the witness, Wopsle. “And now I ask you what you say to the conscience of that man who, with that passage before his eyes, can lay his head upon his pillow after having pronounced a fellow-creature guilty, unheard?”We all began to suspect that Mr. Wopsle was not the man we had thought him, and that he was beginning to be found out.“And that same man, remember,” pursued the gentleman, throwing his finger at Mr. Wopsle heavily⁠—“that same man might be summoned as a juryman upon this very trial, and, having thus deeply committed himself, might return to the bosom of his family and lay his head upon his pillow, after deliberately swearing that he would well and truly try the issue joined between Our Sovereign Lord the King and the prisoner at the bar, and would a true verdict give according to the evidence, so help him God!”We were all deeply persuaded that the unfortunate Wopsle had gone too far, and had better stop in his reckless career while there was yet time.The strange gentleman, with an air of authority not to be disputed, and with a manner expressive of knowing something secret about everyone of us that would effectually do for each individual if he chose to disclose it, left the back of the settle, and came into the space between the two settles, in front of the fire, where he remained standing, his left hand in his pocket, and he biting the forefinger of his right.“From information I have received,” said he, looking round at us as we all quailed before him, “I have reason to believe there is a blacksmith among you, by name Joseph⁠—or Joe⁠—Gargery. Which is the man?”“Here is the man,” said Joe.The strange gentleman beckoned him out of his place, and Joe went.“You have an apprentice,” pursued the stranger, “commonly known as Pip? Is he here?”“I am here!” I cried.The stranger did not recognize me, but I recognized him as the gentleman I had met on the stairs, on the occasion of my second visit to Miss Havisham. I had known him the moment I saw him looking over the settle, and now that I stood confronting him with his hand upon my shoulder, I checked off again in detail his large head, his dark complexion, his deep-set eyes, his bushy black eyebrows, his large watch-chain, his strong black dots of beard and whisker, and even the smell of scented soap on his great hand.“I wish to have a private conference with you two,” said he, when he had surveyed me at his leisure. “It will take a little time. Perhaps we had better go to your place of residence. I prefer not to anticipate my communication here; you will impart as much or as little of it as you please to your friends afterwards; I have nothing to do with that.”Amidst a wondering silence, we three walked out of the Jolly Bargemen, and in a wondering silence walked home. While going along, the strange gentleman occasionally looked at me, and occasionally bit the side of his finger. As we neared home, Joe vaguely acknowledging the occasion as an impressive and ceremonious one, went on ahead to open the front door. Our conference was held in the state parlor, which was feebly lighted by one candle.It began with the strange gentleman's sitting down at the table, drawing the candle to him, and looking over some entries in his pocketbook. He then put up the pocketbook and set the candle a little aside, after peering round it into the darkness at Joe and me, to ascertain which was which.“My name,” he said, “is Jaggers, and I am a lawyer in London. I am pretty well known. I have unusual business to transact with you, and I commence by explaining that it is not of my originating. If my advice had been asked, I should not have been here. It was not asked, and you see me here. What I have to do as the confidential agent of another, I do. No less, no more.”Finding that he could not see us very well from where he sat, he got up, and threw one leg over the back of a chair and leaned upon it; thus having one foot on the seat of the chair, and one foot on the ground.“Now, Joseph Gargery, I am the bearer of an offer to relieve you of this young fellow your apprentice. You would not object to cancel his indentures at his request and for his good? You would want nothing for so doing?”“Lord forbid that I should want anything for not standing in Pip's way,” said Joe, staring.“Lord forbidding is pious, but not to the purpose,” returned Mr. Jaggers. “The question is, Would you want anything? Do you want anything?”“The answer is,” returned Joe, sternly, “No.”I thought Mr. Jaggers glanced at Joe, as if he considered him a fool for his disinterestedness. But I was too much bewildered between breathless curiosity and surprise, to be sure of it.“Very well,” said Mr. Jaggers. “Recollect the admission you have made, and don't try to go from it presently.”“Who's a going to try?” retorted Joe.“I don't say anybody is. Do you keep a dog?”“Yes, I do keep a dog.”“Bear in mind then, that Brag is a good dog, but Holdfast is a better. Bear that in mind, will you?” repeated Mr. Jaggers, shutting his eyes and nodding his head at Joe, as if he were forgiving him something. “Now, I return to this young fellow. And the communication I have got to make is, that he has great expectations.”Joe and I gasped, and looked at one another.“I am instructed to communicate to him,” said Mr. Jaggers, throwing his finger at me sideways, “that he will come into a handsome property. Further, that it is the desire of the present possessor of that property, that he be immediately removed from his present sphere of life and from this place, and be brought up as a gentleman⁠—in a word, as a young fellow of great expectations.”My dream was out; my wild fancy was surpassed by sober reality; Miss Havisham was going to make my fortune on a grand scale.“Now, Mr. Pip,” pursued the lawyer, “I address the rest of what I have to say, to you. You are to understand, first, that it is the request of the person from whom I take my instructions that you always bear the name of Pip. You will have no objection, I dare say, to your great expectations being encumbered with that easy condition. But if you have any objection, this is the time to mention it.”My heart was beating so fast, and there was such a singing in my ears, that I could scarcely stammer I had no objection.“I should think not! Now you are to understand, secondly, Mr. Pip, that the name of the person who is your liberal benefactor remains a profound secret, until the person chooses to reveal it. I am empowered to mention that it is the intention of the person to reveal it at first hand by word of mouth to yourself. When or where that intention may be carried out, I cannot say; no one can say. It may be years hence. Now, you are distinctly to understand that you are most positively prohibited from making any inquiry on this head, or any allusion or reference, however distant, to any individual whomsoever as the individual, in all the communications you may have with me. If you have a suspicion in your own breast, keep that suspicion in your own breast. It is not the least to the purpose what the reasons of this prohibition are; they may be the strongest and gravest reasons, or they may be mere whim. This is not for you to inquire into. The condition is laid down. Your acceptance of it, and your observance of it as binding, is the only remaining condition that I am charged with, by the person from whom I take my instructions, and for whom I am not otherwise responsible. That person is the person from whom you derive your expectations, and the secret is solely held by that person and by me. Again, not a very difficult condition with which to encumber such a rise in fortune; but if you have any objection to it, this is the time to mention it. Speak out.”Once more, I stammered with difficulty that I had no objection.“I should think not! Now, Mr. Pip, I have done with stipulations.” Though he called me Mr. Pip, and began rather to make up to me, he still could not get rid of a certain air of bullying suspicion; and even now he occasionally shut his eyes and threw his finger at me while he spoke, as much as to express that he knew all kinds of things to my disparagement, if he only chose to mention them. “We come next, to mere details of arrangement. You must know that, although I have used the term ‘expectations' more than once, you are not endowed with expectations only. There is already lodged in my hands a sum of money amply sufficient for your suitable education and maintenance. You will please consider me your guardian. Oh!” for I was going to thank him, “I tell you at once, I am paid for my services, or I shouldn't render them. It is considered that you must be better educated, in accordance with your altered position, and that you will be alive to the importance and necessity of at once entering on that advantage.”I said I had always longed for it.“Never mind what you have always longed for, Mr. Pip,” he retorted; “keep to the record. If you long for it now, that's enough. Am I answered that you are ready to be placed at once under some proper tutor? Is that it?”I stammered yes, that was it.“Good. Now, your inclinations are to be consulted. I don't think that wise, mind, but it's my trust. Have you ever heard of any tutor whom you would prefer to another?”I had never heard of any tutor but Biddy and Mr. Wopsle's great-aunt; so, I replied in the negative.“There is a certain tutor, of whom I have some knowledge, who I think might suit the purpose,” said Mr. Jaggers. “I don't recommend him, observe; because I never recommend anybody. The gentleman I speak of is one Mr. Matthew Pocket.”Ah! I caught at the name directly. Miss Havisham's relation. The Matthew whom Mr. and Mrs. Camilla had spoken of. The Matthew whose place was to be at Miss Havisham's head, when she lay dead, in her bride's dress on the bride's table.“You know the name?” said Mr. Jaggers, looking shrewdly at me, and then shutting up his eyes while he waited for my answer.My answer was, that I had heard of the name.“Oh!” said he. “You have heard of the name. But the question is, what do you say of it?”I said, or tried to say, that I was much obliged to him for his recommendation⁠—“No, my young friend!” he interrupted, shaking his great head very slowly. “Recollect yourself!”Not recollecting myself, I began again that I was much obliged to him for his recommendation⁠—“No, my young friend,” he interrupted, shaking his head and frowning and smiling both at once⁠—“no, no, no; it's very well done, but it won't do; you are too young to fix me with it. Recommendation is not the word, Mr. Pip. Try another.”Correcting myself, I said that I was much obliged to him for his mention of Mr. Matthew Pocket⁠—“That's more like it!” cried Mr. Jaggers.⁠—And (I added), I would gladly try that gentleman.“Good. You had better try him in his own house. The way shall be prepared for you, and you can see his son first, who is in London. When will you come to London?”I said (glancing at Joe, who stood looking on, motionless), that I supposed I could come directly.“First,” said Mr. Jaggers, “you should have some new clothes to come in, and they should not be working-clothes. Say this day week. You'll want some money. Shall I leave you twenty guineas?”He produced a long purse, with the greatest coolness, and counted them out on the table and pushed them over to me. This was the first time he had taken his leg from the chair. He sat astride of the chair when he had pushed the money over, and sat swinging his purse and eyeing Joe.“Well, Joseph Gargery? You look dumbfoundered?”“I am!” said Joe, in a very decided manner.“It was understood that you wanted nothing for yourself, remember?”“It were understood,” said Joe. “And it are understood. And it ever will be similar according.”“But what,” said Mr. Jaggers, swinging his purse⁠—“what if it was in my instructions to make you a present, as compensation?”“As compensation what for?” Joe demanded.“For the loss of his services.”Joe laid his hand upon my shoulder with the touch of a woman. I have often thought him since, like the steam-hammer that can crush a man or pat an eggshell, in his combination of strength with gentleness. “Pip is that hearty welcome,” said Joe, “to go free with his services, to honor and fortun', as no words can tell him. But if you think as Money can make compensation to me for the loss of the little child⁠—what come to the forge⁠—and ever the best of friends!⁠—”O dear good Joe, whom I was so ready to leave and so unthankful to, I see you again, with your muscular blacksmith's arm before your eyes, and your broad chest heaving, and your voice dying away. O dear good faithful tender Joe, I feel the loving tremble of your hand upon my arm, as solemnly this day as if it had been the rustle of an angel's wing!But I encouraged Joe at the time. I was lost in the mazes of my future fortunes, and could not retrace the bypaths we had trodden together. I begged Joe to be comforted, for (as he said) we had ever been the best of friends, and (as I said) we ever would be so. Joe scooped his eyes with his disengaged wrist, as if he were bent on gouging himself, but said not another word.Mr. Jaggers had looked on at this, as one who recognized in Joe the village idiot, and in me his keeper. When it was over, he said, weighing in his hand the purse he had ceased to swing:⁠—“Now, Joseph Gargery, I warn you this is your last chance. No half measures with me. If you mean to take a present that I have it in charge to make you, speak out, and you shall have it. If on the contrary you mean to say⁠—” Here, to his great amazement, he was stopped by Joe's suddenly working round him with every demonstration of a fell pugilistic purpose.“Which I meantersay,” cried Joe, “that if you come into my place bull-baiting and badgering me, come out! Which I meantersay as sech if you're a man, come on! Which I meantersay that what I say, I meantersay and stand or fall by!”I drew Joe away, and he immediately became placable; merely stating to me, in an obliging manner and as a polite expostulatory notice to anyone whom it might happen to concern, that he were not a going to be bull-baited and badgered in his own place. Mr. Jaggers had risen when Joe demonstrated, and had backed near the door. Without evincing any inclination to come in again, he there delivered his valedictory remarks. They were these.“Well, Mr. Pip, I think the sooner you leave here⁠—as you are to be a gentleman⁠—the better. Let it stand for this day week, and you shall receive my printed address in the meantime. You can take a hackney-coach at the stagecoach office in London, and come straight to me. Understand, that I express no opinion, one way or other, on the trust I undertake. I am paid for undertaking it, and I do so. Now, understand that, finally. Understand that!”He was throwing his finger at both of us, and I think would have gone on, but for his seeming to think Joe dangerous, and going off.Something came into my head which induced me to run after him, as he was going down to the Jolly Bargemen, where he had left a hired carriage.“I beg your pardon, Mr. Jaggers.”“Halloa!” said he, facing round, “what's the matter?”“I wish to be quite right, Mr. Jaggers, and to keep to your directions; so I thought I had better ask. Would there be any objection to my taking leave of anyone I know, about here, before I go away?”“No,” said he, looking as if he hardly understood me.“I don't mean in the village only, but up town?”“No,” said he. “No objection.”I thanked him and ran home again, and there I found that Joe had already locked the front door and vacated the state parlor, and was seated by the kitchen fire with a hand on each knee, gazing intently at the burning coals. I too sat down before the fire and gazed at the coals, and nothing was said for a long time.My sister was in her cushioned chair in her corner, and Biddy sat at her needlework before the fire, and Joe sat next Biddy, and I sat next Joe in the corner opposite my sister. The more I looked into the glowing coals, the more incapable I became of looking at Joe; the longer the silence lasted, the more unable I felt to speak.At length I got out, “Joe, have you told Biddy?”“No, Pip,” returned Joe, still looking at the fire, and holding his knees tight, as if he had private information that they intended to make off somewhere, “which I left it to yourself, Pip.”“I would rather you told, Joe.”“Pip's a gentleman of fortun' then,” said Joe, “and God bless him in it!”Biddy dropped her work, and looked at me. Joe held his knees and looked at me. I looked at both of them. After a pause, they both heartily congratulated me; but there was a certain touch of sadness in their congratulations that I rather resented.I took it upon myself to impress Biddy (and through Biddy, Joe) with the grave obligation I considered my friends under, to know nothing and say nothing about the maker of my fortune. It would all come out in good time, I observed, and in the meanwhile nothing was to be said, save that I had come into great expectations from a mysterious patron. Biddy nodded her head thoughtfully at the fire as she took up her work again, and said she would be very particular; and Joe, still detaining his knees, said, “Ay, ay, I'll be ekervally partickler, Pip;” and then they congratulated me again, and went on to express so much wonder at the notion of my being a gentleman that I didn't half like it.Infinite pains were then taken by Biddy to convey to my sister some idea of what had happened. To the best of my belief, those efforts entirely failed. She laughed and nodded her head a great many times, and even repeated after Biddy, the words “Pip” and “Property.” But I doubt if they had more meaning in them than an election cry, and I cannot suggest a darker picture of her state of mind.I never could have believed it without experience, but as Joe and Biddy became more at their cheerful ease again, I became quite gloomy. Dissatisfied with my fortune, of course I could not be; but it is possible that I may have been, without quite knowing it, dissatisfied with myself.Anyhow, I sat with my elbow on my knee and my face upon my hand, looking into the fire, as those two talked about my going away, and about what they should do without me, and all that. And whenever I caught one of them looking at me, though never so pleasantly (and they often looked at me⁠—particularly Biddy), I felt offended: as if they were expressing some mistrust of me. Though Heaven knows they never did by word or sign.At those times I would get up and look out at the door; for our kitchen door opened at once upon the night, and stood open on summer evenings to air the room. The very stars to which I then raised my eyes, I am afraid I took to be but poor and humble stars for glittering on the rustic objects among which I had passed my life.“Saturday night,” said I, when we sat at our supper of bread and cheese and beer. “Five more days, and then the day before the day! They'll soon go.”“Yes, Pip,” observed Joe, whose voice sounded hollow in his beer-mug. “They'll soon go.”“Soon, soon go,” said Biddy.“I have been thinking, Joe, that when I go down town on Monday, and order my new clothes, I shall tell the tailor that I'll come and put them on there, or that I'll have them sent to Mr. Pumblechook's. It would be very disagreeable to be stared at by all the people here.”“Mr. and Mrs. Hubble might like to see you in your new genteel figure too, Pip,” said Joe, industriously cutting his bread, with his cheese on it, in the palm of his left hand, and glancing at my untasted supper as if he thought of the time when we used to compare slices. “So might Wopsle. And the Jolly Bargemen might take it as a compliment.”“That's just what I don't want, Joe. They would make such a business of it⁠—such a coarse and common business⁠—that I couldn't bear myself.”“Ah, that indeed, Pip!” said Joe. “If you couldn't abear yourself⁠—”Biddy asked me here, as she sat holding my sister's plate, “Have you thought about when you'll show yourself to Mr. Gargery, and your sister and me? You will show yourself to us; won't you?”“Biddy,” I returned with some resentment, “you are so exceedingly quick that it's difficult to keep up with you.”(“She always were quick,” observed Joe.)“If you had waited another moment, Biddy, you would have heard me say that I shall bring my clothes here in a bundle one evening⁠—most likely on the evening before I go away.”Biddy said no more. Handsomely forgiving her, I soon exchanged an affectionate good night with her and Joe, and went up to bed. When I got into my little room, I sat down and took a long look at it, as a mean little room that I should soon be parted from and raised above, forever. It was furnished with fresh young remembrances too, and even at the same moment I fell into much the same confused division of mind between it and the better rooms to which I was going, as I had been in so often between the forge and Miss Havisham's, and Biddy and Estella.The sun had been shining brightly all day on the roof of my attic, and the room was warm. As I put the window open and stood looking out, I saw Joe come slowly forth at the dark door, below, and take a turn or two in the air; and then I saw Biddy come, and bring him a pipe and light it for him. He never smoked so late, and it seemed to hint to me that he wanted comforting, for some reason or other.He presently stood at the door immediately beneath me, smoking his pipe, and Biddy stood there too, quietly talking to him, and I knew that they talked of me, for I heard my name mentioned in an endearing tone by both of them more than once. I would not have listened for more, if I could have heard more; so I drew away from the window, and sat down in my one chair by the bedside, feeling it very sorrowful and strange that this first night of my bright fortunes should be the loneliest I had ever known.Looking towards the open window, I saw light wreaths from Joe's pipe floating there, and I fancied it was like a blessing from Joe⁠—not obtruded on me or paraded before me, but pervading the air we shared together. I put my light out, and crept into bed; and it was an uneasy bed now, and I never slept the old sound sleep in it any more. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit greatexpectations.substack.com

Natasha Henry is president of the Ontario Black History Society, and the author of several titles, including Emancipation Day: Celebrating Freedom in Canada, and Talking About Freedom: Celebrating Emancipation Day in Canada, among others. She is also the steward of a new research project entitled “One Too Many” - a dissertative effort focusing on the enslavement of African men, women, and children in Upper Canada between 1760 and 1834. In this conversation, Henry discusses the undertold history of slavery in Ontario, her contribution to the upcoming project, A Black People's History of Canada, and her reasons for developing a Black Canadian digital archive to inform and empower the rest of the Pan-African family. This is how we RECOLLECT. To connect with Natasha Henry, you can find her on Twitter @slaveryontario, or visit the project website at EnslavedAfricansinEarlyOntario.ca. To learn more about the Ontario Black History Society, please visit www.blackhistorysociety.ca. To purchase books, and support independent booksellers, please visit our collection at bookshop.org. To learn more about our other shows, including Sky is Black and the Pan-African Food Festival, please visit out website at www.recollect.media. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/recollect/message

Welcome back to the Sutta Meditation Series Podcast. This is a part of a collection of gradual talks that will explore the Buddha's Teachings on Fear - the qualities we are encouraged to develop to overcome fear, how fear is constructed, the arising of fear, the dangers, challenges and the escape. We begin with shorter teachings from the Buddha and noble arahants, and eventually examine the longer teachings that will help to correct any wrong views and deepen our practice. It is an encouragement towards standing firmly on the Dhamma to acknowledge, understand, deal with and overcome fear. The world presents us with external challenges and uncertainties, and we have the means to bear with these external difficulties as well as to work through internal fears with the Buddha's teachings. In this session we look at "WHAT TO RECOLLECT TO ABANDON FEAR" from the Dhajagga Sutta (SN 11.3). The Buddha speaks to the monks about the battle between the devas and asuras and what Sakka advises the devas before battle when fear, trepidation and terror arises. The Buddha encourages the monks towards a different kind of recollection in order to abandon fear, trepidation and terror and gives reasons for his teaching. This is a timely teaching and good reminder for all of us who are walking the Buddha's Noble Path. To read the Dhajagga Sutta (SN 11.3) - https://suttacentral.net/sn11.3/en/bodhi Bohoma pin to the people who have been fearless in acknowledging fear and asking questions on how to deal with and overcome fear. The VIDEO with slides has been uploaded to the Sutta Meditation Series podcast channel - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gKC0KSRi-8Q AND on Spotify as a video podcast Blessings of the Triple Gem. Theruwan saranai --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/suttameditationseries/message

Anton and BC discuss deep fakes, Henrietta Lacks, and doomsday vaccine conspiracies. SKY IS BLACK is a production of RECOLLECT Media. To purchase books, please visit our curated collection at https://bookshop.org/shop/RECOLLECT. To learn more about our other shows and events, including the first annual Pan-African Food Festival, please visit our website at www.recollect.media.

See Bruce's Beach returned to the Bruce family! https://youtu.be/KvAmtVp1Uns To learn more about Kavon Ward, please visit justiceforbrucesbeach.com and whereismyland.org. You can also visit her website at kavonward.com, or find her on Twitter @kavonwardpoet, or on Instagram @KavonWard1. To learn more about Bruce's Beach, check out the following resources: A Calif. Beach Was Seized From Black Owners In 1924. Now The Family Will Get It Back https://www.npr.org/2021/09/30/1041837156/bruces-beach-manhattan-newsom-los-angeles California Governor Gavin Newsom authorizes the return of Bruce's Beach to the Bruce family: https://www.latimes.com/california/story/2021-09-30/photos-bruces-beach-property-returned-to-family Moving to Right Historical Wrong, Governor Newsom Signs Legislation to Return Bruce's Beach to Black Descendants https://www.gov.ca.gov/2021/09/30/moving-to-right-historical-wrong-governor-newsom-signs-legislation-to-return-bruces-beach-to-black-descendants/ From LA County Supervisor Janice Hahn https://hahn.lacounty.gov/bruces-beach-history CONNECT WITH KAVON WARD: Twitter https://twitter.com/KavonWardPoet Instagram https://www.instagram.com/kavonward1/ Where is my land? https://whereismyland.org Justice for Bruce's Beach https://justiceforbrucesbeach.com RECOLLECT is a production of Recollect Media. To purchase books, and support independent booksellers, please visit our collection at bookshop.org/shop/RECOLLECT. To learn more about our other shows and events, including the first annual Pan-African Food Festival, please visit our website at www.recollect.media. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/recollect/message

Anton and BC discuss Facebook, Nike, and Black tech news. ABC's Wide World of Sports Intro https://youtu.be/Vv368yWOSas …and what ever happened to that guy? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n_ZvwIFbXMM National Brotherhood of Skiers https://www.nbs.org Game of Thrones https://www.hbo.com/game-of-thrones HowItShouldHaveEnded https://www.howitshouldhaveended.com Lost https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0411008/ Black in AI https://blackinai.github.io/#/ Google Mistakenly Tags Black People https://www.wsj.com/articles/BL-DGB-42522 https://www.wired.com/story/when-it-comes-to-gorillas-google-photos-remains-blind/ FaceBook Whistleblower https://www.cnn.com/2021/10/03/tech/facebook-whistleblower-60-minutes/index.html Google sets up $50M investment in African startups https://techcrunch.com/2021/10/06/google-sets-up-50m-fund-to-invest-in-african-startups/ A Piece of the Action https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0076543/ Africa Tech Summit https://www.africatechsummit.com AfroTech 2021 https://www.experience.afrotech.com AngelList Stack https://www.angellist.com/stack Nike Dividend History https://www.nasdaq.com/market-activity/stocks/nke/dividend-history https://www.nasdaq.com/articles/5-top-dividend-stocks-footwear-industry-2017-04-01 BLCK VC https://www.blckvc.org MacArthur Fellows https://www.macfound.org/programs/fellows/ KCRW/National Public Radio https://www.npr.org https://www.kcrw.com TopTechGeek https://twitter.com/RealTopTechGeek Alexa/Siri Always Listening https://xkcd.com/1807/ Being TireWise https://www.nhtsa.gov/equipment/tires#topic-being-tirewise Toast Your Spices https://www.bonappetit.com/story/toast-whole-spices SKY IS BLACK is a production of RECOLLECT Media. To learn more about other shows and events, please visit our website at www.recollect.media. To purchase books, and support independent booksellers, please visit our collection at bookshop.org/RECOLLECT. You can find us on on Twitter @theskyisblack, as well as on Facebook and Instagram.

Anton & BC riff on a variety of subjects - venture capital, the Ethiopian calendar, #BlackGirlDads - and applaud those building our shared Afrofuture. SKY IS BLACK is a production of RECOLLECT Media. To learn more about other shows and events, please visit our website at www.recollect.media. To purchase books, and support independent booksellers, please visit our collection at bookshop.org/RECOLLECT. You can find us on on Twitter @theskyisblack, as well as on Facebook and Instagram. “Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity.” ― Seneca To learn about Sistah SciFi, visit https://sistahscifi.com To learn about Grace Gipson, visit https://blackfuturefeminist.com To learn about Date for Black Lives, visit www.d4bl.org To learn about Releaf, visit www.releaf.africa To learn about the Black Venture Capital Consortium, visit https://www.bvcc.vc To learn about Wakanda Dream Lab, visit https://www.wakandadreamlab.com How Long Til Black Future Month? https://sistahscifi.com/products/how-long-til-black-future-month-paperback What Do You Do with a Chance? https://www.esowonbookstore.com/book/9781943200733 REFERENCES Forbes article: “Black Founders Are Missing Out On Venture Funding For Diversity Hiring Platforms” by Rebekah Bastian https://www.forbes.com/sites/rebekahbastian/2021/09/17/black-founders-are-missing-out-on-venture-funding-for-diversity-hiring-platforms/?sh=3d719f4a2b98 LA Times article: “Why Are Donut Boxes Pink?” by David Pierson https://www.latimes.com/business/la-fi-pink-doughnut-boxes-20170525-htmlstory.html “If you want to go fast, go alone. If you want to go far, go together.” ― African Proverb

We start strong with some movie references, but quickly tangent into a conversation about how people find it difficult to recollect traumatic memories, let alone correctly recollect regular stories... Which extends into us attempting to recollect phones we used to own. Full disclaimer: none of what we talk about may be correct in the slightest.22 Jump street: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qkBx0gMGuhYIT “hey Georgie”: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eUscbH7EbeEGeoff's old Phones:Nokia N97: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nokia_N97HTC Desire HD: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HTC_Desire_HDGeorgie‘s old Phones (chronological):Nokia 3315: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nokia_3310 Nokia 3120: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nokia_3120iPhone 3GS Sony Ericsson T715 (does not have a Wikipedia page!): https://www.gsmarena.com/sony_ericsson_t715-2863.php Samsung Galaxy Note II: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samsung_Galaxy_Note_IISamsung Galaxy Ace: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samsung_Galaxy_Ace iPhone 4SiPhone 5c (yes, she went there)iPhone 6siPhone 7iPhone 12 mini (current)

Timothy Walker is professor of History at the University of Massachusetts Dartmouth, and the editor of Sailing to Freedom: Maritime Dimensions of the Underground Railroad. Published by University of Massachusetts Press, Sailing to Freedom makes the case that a high percentage of successful slave escapes were achieved by using coastal seaways - not by fleeing on land! In this conversation, Walker pushes for a more accurate telling of our Underground Railroad story, shares how K-12 educators are responding to the scholarship, and reminds us that the two most famous self-emancipators, Frederick Douglass and Harriet Tubman, both used waterways in their quests for freedom. Contributors to Sailing to Freedom include David Cecelski, Elysa Engelman, Kathryn Grover, Mirelle Luecke, Megan Jeffreys, Cheryl Janifer LaRoche, Cassandra Newby-Alexander, Michael Thompason, Len Travers, and Timothy Walker To purchase Sailing to Freedom, and to support independent booksellers, please visit our collection at bookshop.org, or visit University of Massachusetts Press at umasspress.com. To learn about African-American mariners, check out Black Jacks: African American Seamen in the Age of Sail by W. Jeffrey Bolster (Harvard University Press) https://www.hup.harvard.edu/catalog.php?isbn=9780674076273 To learn more about fugitive slave newspaper ads, please visit Freedom on the Move at freedomonthemove.org To learn about Robert Small's incredible life and work, please read the following important article from the Smithsonian https://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/terrorized-african-americans-champion-civil-war-hero-robert-smalls-180970031/ To learn about the town of New Bedford, Massachusetts, once known as the Fugitive's Gibraltar, please visit the New Bedford Historical Society https://nbhistoricalsociety.org To learn about the life and legacy of Frederick Douglass, consider the following resources: Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave written by Frederick Douglass https://bookshop.org/books/narrative-of-the-life-of-frederick-douglass-an-american-slave-9781613822913/9781613822913 Frederick Douglass: Prophet of Freedom by David W. Blight. Winner of the Pulitzer Prize for History https://bookshop.org/books/frederick-douglass-prophet-of-freedom-9781508265689/9781416590323 To learn about the life and legacy of Harriet Tubman, consider the following: Bound for the Promised Land: Harriet Tubman: Portrait of an American Hero by Kate Clifford Larson https://bookshop.org/books/bound-for-the-promised-land-harriet-tubman-portrait-of-an-american-hero/9780345456281 RECOLLECT is a production of RECOLLECT Media. To learn more about other RECOLLECT shows and events, please visit www.recollect.media. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/recollect/message

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RECOLLECT celebrates the study of Pan-African history and culture. My name is B. Francis Clark and I am a product of the African slave trade. I'm also the product of the preeminent scholars in the field of Africana studies. As a student at Berkeley and UCLA, I had the privilege of learning from the best of the best, including Ron Takaki, Harry Edwards, Richard Yarborough, Brenda Stevenson, Robert Hill, Cheryl Keyes, Barbara Christian, Boniface Obichere, Negussay Ayele, Scot Brown, and so many more. This podcast is a tribute to them, and to all the flame keepers and engravers who are doing the work of revealing and preserving our unique human story. Marcus Garvey said that a people without the knowledge of their past history, origin, and culture is like a tree without roots. That we must never be. So I invite you to join me as we give our full attention to the biography of black people, as unearthed by the authors and historians who are literally excavating and uplifting and upholding the truth of our collective sojourn. This is how we recollect. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/recollect/message

The Zen Sneaker Show reveals details on Virgil Abloh's next drop, recollect about when Karim designed one of the first and most coveted NMD R1's, drop the details on the rumors of new DIOR 1'st and DJ E-Rock gives away a deadstock pair of Jordan 11's to a lucky listener... Listen now, find out how you could win!

“Made perfect.” — Hebrews 12:23 Recollect that there are two kinds of perfection which the Christian needs — the perfection of justification in the person of Jesus, and the perfection of sanctification wrought in him by the Holy Spirit. At present, corruption yet remains even in the breasts of the regenerate — experience soon teaches […]

Word # Bunkum * Part Of Speech — Noun. * Pronunciation — * Bu as in bus, * nk as in monk, * um as in plum. * Meaning — * Useless talk. * Sentences — * The teacher advised the students not to talk bunkum in the class. (Noun, useless talk) * The friends used certain types of holophrasis to denote topics that are bunkum. (Noun, useless talk) * Instead of talking a lot of bunkum, one should start reading books as it will help you grow. (Noun, useless talk) * Synonyms — nonsense, insensible talk, useless talk, gossip, etc. * Antonyms — sensible discussion, important discussion, etc. Idom#all that jazz Meaning — * And similar things (et cetera). * Sentences — * He lost his umbrella, mobile, wallet, and all that jazz. * Nine times out of ten, people are discontent because of jealousy, frustration, and all that jazz. (And similar things) * Nine times out of ten — frequently. * He gave excuses, explanations, and all that jazz but missed the boat. (And similar things) * Missed the boat — lost the opportunity. Phrasal verb#Call up * Meaning * To recollect. * Sentences — * The old man cannot call up the memories. (Recollect) * The doctor asked her to call up what had happened the previous day. (Recollect) * He will call up his childhood days. (Recollect)

We’re Back Baby!         It’s been a minute since the train initially left the station but we are chugging along once more! In this episode, Tobin and I catch up on what we’ve been up to since the hiatus. Recollect our experience with OverWatch, dive into our pandemic distractions, and catch up... The post Pueblopanda podcast: Back from Hiatus appeared first on PuebloPanda.

From time to time in good conservative Christian circles there are Bah-Humbug-Christmas-Killjoys who rise up to crush your Christmas joy, saying, -Charles Spurgeon didn't celebrate Christmas-- Let not your heart be troubled. --Like many faithful men in his day, Charles Spurgeon had reservations about the celebration of Christmas. They lived closer to the Reformation by date and proximity than we do today and the Roman Catholic Church held much sway in England and in the origin and celebration of Christmas. Spurgeon's sermons regarding Christmas reflect his genuine concern for the Gospel and the purity of the Church. Nevertheless, in his December 24, 1854, sermon titled -The Birth of Christ,- he ended his sermon saying---Now a happy Christmas to you all- and it will be a happy Christmas if you have God with you. I shall say nothing today against festivities on this great birthday of Christ. We will to-morrow think of Christ's birthday- we shall be obliged to do it, I am sure, however sturdily we may hold to our rough Puritanism...Feast, Christians, feast- you have a right to feast. Go to the house of feasting to-morrow, celebrate your Savior's birth- do not be ashamed to be glad- you have a right to be happy...Religion never was designed to make your pleasures less-Recollect that your Master ate butter and honey. Go your way, rejoice tomorrow, but in your feasting, think of the Man in Bethlehem- let him have a place in your hearts, give him the glory, think of the virgin who conceived him, but think most of all of the Man born, the Child given. I finish by again saying - A HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL-

From time to time in good conservative Christian circles there are Bah-Humbug-Christmas-Killjoys who rise up to crush your Christmas joy, saying, -Charles Spurgeon didn't celebrate Christmas-- Let not your heart be troubled. --Like many faithful men in his day, Charles Spurgeon had reservations about the celebration of Christmas. They lived closer to the Reformation by date and proximity than we do today and the Roman Catholic Church held much sway in England and in the origin and celebration of Christmas. Spurgeon's sermons regarding Christmas reflect his genuine concern for the Gospel and the purity of the Church. Nevertheless, in his December 24, 1854, sermon titled -The Birth of Christ,- he ended his sermon saying---Now a happy Christmas to you all- and it will be a happy Christmas if you have God with you. I shall say nothing today against festivities on this great birthday of Christ. We will to-morrow think of Christ's birthday- we shall be obliged to do it, I am sure, however sturdily we may hold to our rough Puritanism...Feast, Christians, feast- you have a right to feast. Go to the house of feasting to-morrow, celebrate your Savior's birth- do not be ashamed to be glad- you have a right to be happy...Religion never was designed to make your pleasures less-Recollect that your Master ate butter and honey. Go your way, rejoice tomorrow, but in your feasting, think of the Man in Bethlehem- let him have a place in your hearts, give him the glory, think of the virgin who conceived him, but think most of all of the Man born, the Child given. I finish by again saying - A HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL-

From time to time in good conservative Christian circles there are Bah-Humbug-Christmas-Killjoys who rise up to crush your Christmas joy, saying, "Charles Spurgeon didn't celebrate Christmas!" Let not your heart be troubled. Like many faithful men in his day, Charles Spurgeon had reservations about the celebration of Christmas. They lived closer to the Reformation by date and proximity than we do today and the Roman Catholic Church held much sway in England and in the origin and celebration of Christmas. Spurgeon's sermons regarding Christmas reflect his genuine concern for the Gospel and the purity of the Church. Nevertheless, in his December 24, 1854, sermon titled "The Birth of Christ," he ended his sermon saying:Now a happy Christmas to you all; and it will be a happy Christmas if you have God with you. I shall say nothing today against festivities on this great birthday of Christ. We will to-morrow think of Christ's birthday; we shall be obliged to do it, I am sure, however sturdily we may hold to our rough Puritanism...Feast, Christians, feast; you have a right to feast. Go to the house of feasting to-morrow, celebrate your Savior's birth; do not be ashamed to be glad; you have a right to be happy...Religion never was designed to make your pleasures less…Recollect that your Master ate butter and honey. Go your way, rejoice tomorrow, but in your feasting, think of the Man in Bethlehem; let him have a place in your hearts, give him the glory, think of the virgin who conceived him, but think most of all of the Man born, the Child given. I finish by again saying — A HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL!

Welcome to ReCollect, where we reflect on the weekly collect of the day to take our Sunday prayers into our weeks. This week's collect is for the first Sunday in Advent. Almighty God, give us grace to cast away the works of darkness, and put on the armor of light, now in the time of this mortal life in which your Son Jesus Christ came to visit us in great humility; that in the last day, when he shall come again in his glorious majesty to judge both the living and the dead, we may rise to the life immortal; through him who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever. Amen.

Mark Chapter 2 - 5“Every Christian here is either a missionary or an impostor. Recollect that you are either trying to spread abroad the kingdom of Christ, or else you do not love him at all. It cannot be that there is a high appreciation of Jesus, and a totally silent tongue about him. Of course I do not mean, by that, that those who use the pen for Christ are silent; they are not. And those who help others to use the tongue, or spread that which others have written, are doing their part well; but I mean this,—that man who says, ‘I believe in Jesus,' but does not think enough of Jesus ever to tell another about him, by mouth, or pen, or tract, is an impostor.” – Charles Spurgeon Mark 4:35 “On that day, when evening had come, he said to them, “Let us go across to the other side.”Mark 5: 7-13 “What have you to do with me, Jesus, Son of the Most High God? I adjure you by God, do not torment me. 8 For he was saying to him, “Come out of the man, you unclean spirit!” 9 And Jesus asked him, “What is your name?” He replied, “My name is Legion, for we are many.” 10 And he begged him earnestly not to send them out of the country. 11 Now a great herd of pigs was feeding there on the hillside, 12 and they begged him, saying, “Send us to the pigs; let us enter them.” 13 So he gave them permission. And the unclean spirits came out and entered the pigs; and the herd, numbering about two thousand, rushed down the steep bank into the sea and drowned in the sea.”