Podcasts about Riss

333: In dieser Episode erzähle ich Dir, wie ich mich selbst beinahe überhört hätte. Wie mein Körper leise flüsterte: „Fahr doch einfach zum See…“ Und mein Kopf schrie: „Keine Zeit!“ Ich spreche über diesen feinen Riss, der entsteht, wenn Du für alle da bist – nur nicht für Dich. Über die Rückverbindung zu Dir. Und über die Kraft eines einzigen Moments, der alles verändert.

Previously on Saga of the Jewels…The life of seventeen-year-old RYN, bookish son of a wealthy landowner, changes forever when his hometown is destroyed by the EMPIRE and everyone he has ever known is killed. He discovers that the Empire are seeking TWELVE PRIMEVAL JEWELS which grant the power to manipulate different elements, and that his father had been hiding the FIRE RUBY. Ryn sets out to take revenge on the Imperial General who killed his family and retrieve the Fire Ruby, and along the way meets NUTHEA the lightning-slinging princess, SAGAR the swaggering skypirate, ELRANN the tomboy engineer, CID the wizened old healer, and VISH the poppy-seed-addicted bounty hunter. Together the companions decide to find all of the Jewels in order to stop the EMPEROR from finding them first and taking over the world. They have thus far succeeded in retrieving the Fire Ruby, borne by Ryn, and the Lightning Crystal, borne by Nuthea. They have now come to the land of FARR where they intend to compete in a hand-to-hand fighting tournament in order to attempt to win its grand prize, the EARTH EMERALD…EPISODE THIRTY-SEVEN: STRANGE TALES OF TWO STRANGERSOne night before the Tournament.Cid eased himself back into the comfy cushioned chair in the corner of the manse's dining area and sighed in relaxation.“Ahhhh…”He lifted the mug of tea that he had made for himself and inhaled deeply through his nose. Sweet and minty, with a hint of citrus. The Farrians were good at tea.It was too hot to drink quite yet, so he just sat like that for a while with both his hands around the mug, letting it warm them, enjoying its fragrance.Bliss.He had certainly earned a day off. They had all been training hard at the direction of young man Vish–even Cid. Although he was not planning to fight in the tournament–nothing could appeal to him less–he had joined in with the others' training for the sake of the exercise, and because he wanted to show willing and that he was one of the group. Although due to his age he had not been able to keep up to anything like the pace of the whippersnappers, the Shadowfinger had still put him through his own paces, and Cid had ached all over when he had woken up this morning. He had needed the break.He stretched his legs out and drew in another deep breath of steaming tea.It had been a good day off, too. He had spent it wandering the city with his Granddaughter and young man Ryn, looking in the different shops and visiting the different ornamental gardens, chatting about everything and nothing–the Jewels, their prospects in the upcoming tournament which would start tomorrow, where they would go next if they managed to secure the Earth Emerald. It had all been very pleasant.And now, to have an evening to himself, just to sit and rest while everyone else was out, free for a while of their bickering and squabbling and the different attractions that simmered between them…it was as though all the children were out for the night and so he could enjoy himself in peace. No, he corrected himself, it was as though all the grandchildren were out for the night and so he could enjoy himself in peace.“Heh,” he chuckled to himself. “Don't forget just quite how old you are, old man Cid.”He took a sip of the tea, now just about drinkable, and let it slide deliciously down his throat.He tipped his head back in the chair and shut his eyes, allowing himself to be lost in the sweet taste and the comfort of relaxing in this chair, without having to think for a few moments about the quest, or the danger they were all in, or how the fate of Mid rested on their shoulders, or how to keep this band of younglings alive for another day, or the terrible things he knew they would have to do that he didn't want to think about. He might even take a nap in this chair, or fall asleep early for the night...Bliss, he thought again.From across the manse, the sound of the front door bursting open. Commotion. Shouts. The voices of the two boys, arguing.Oh no.Cid opened his eyes and sat up straight.Ryn and Sagar exploded into the dining room.“Cid!” Ryn began at once, running up to him and launching into a manic report. “Nuthea and I went to see a play and there was a Jewel-wielder there possibly two and she told us not to make a scene but then Sagar was really really drunk and came to find us because he and Elrann found some other jewel-related person in a pub but then he went up on the stage and got in a fight so I had to go up too but then we had to give away that we had elemental powers and the lead actor got angry and attacked us and–!”“Woah, woah!” Cid interrupted him, like he was soothing a spooked chocobo that he had lost control of. “Slow down, lad! One thing at a time! Tell me what's happened, slowly.”“Don' lissshen to him!” said Sagar, almost falling over himself as he stumbled over to one of the chairs at the dining table and sat clumsily astride it, putting his arms out to steady himself and then draping himself over the table. “He'sh telling it wrong! There wash a man singing about the Jewelesh, like he knew where they all were, so we went to find the prinshesh and the pup an' tell ‘em, but then there wash thish dragon, an'…”The pirate ran out of steam, and now he did go over, his head lolling forward onto the table and hitting it with a smack, then stopping there.A short pause, and he began to snore loudly.Cid turned back to Ryn.“You try again,” he said. “Slowly.”“Um. Hello,” said a young female voice.Standing in the doorway was a short girl in a pale green ballroom-dress, with deep green hair cut short into a fringe and a bob, and huge, glittering green eyes. Her skin was very pale indeed, and she was wringing her hands. She looked as though she had just been through some sort of trauma.“Oh!” said Cid. “I didn't notice you there. Hello, young lady. Please, come in, have some tea, take a chair!”Cid poured the girl a drink from the stove while Ryn got her a chair to sit on. The girl took the tea gratefully and perched on the edge of the chair. She was trembling, Cid noticed, little ripples forming in the mug of tea, which she clutched tight like she was holding onto the hand of a protecting parent.Definitely trauma, he thought with his Healer's mind.When she was settled, Cid sat down at the table too and bade Ryn do the same.“Now,” he said to the boy over the sound of Sagar's snoring. “Tell me slowly and carefully what has been happening and why you have brought back this poor young lady to the manse.”“Well–” began Ryn.The front door banged open again.“Grandfather!” came Nuthea's voice from the entry hall. “Grandfather, are you up? There's some things I've got to tell you!”She ran into the dining room, followed quickly by Elrann, followed by another newcomer: a man in a hooded grey traveller's cloak with a lute-case slung over one shoulder, and the unusual contrast of dark skin and deep blue hair, which hung in thick locks down either side of his face.An Umbarian, Cid thought. The Sapphire-keepers. This one is far from home…“Hi, pops!” said Elrann cheerfully, taking her own seat at the table. “Some stuff's been going down. Oh,” she said when she saw the green-haired girl, “spirit-girl! You made it! Welcome to the party.” She smiled with her eyes shut.When Nuthea also saw the green-haired girl seated at the table, she said, “Ah, you managed to bring her back, Ryn. Well done! Are you okay?” she asked the girl.“I'm f-fine,” stammered the girl. “Um…who are you?”“I am Princess Nuthea Kaleutheanna of the Matriarchy of Manolia,” Nuthea announced proudly. “I identified that you were employing spirit projection in that play and asked my friend here if he could set up a conversation with you.”“You mean the guy asleep over there who jumped onstage and attacked my dragon projection?”Nuthea deflated a bit. “Um, no. That part wasn't planned. I meant my friend Ryn here. The one who, er, attacked your colleague's lion projection.”Cid thought it best to interject here. “Excuse me, young ones, but could one of you please explain to me slowly and plainly what is going on, and why you have invited these two strangers back to our residence?”“Right,” said both Ryn and Nuthea at the same time. They looked at each other. “I'll explain,” they each said again simultaneously.“You go,” said Ryn, ceding the floor at last to Nuthea.“Alright,” she said, accepting without another word, “what's happened is that–”The front door banged again, cutting her off.Who's left? Cid thought. Oh yes. Young man Vish. At least he should have managed to keep himself out of trouble, without poppy seed.There were no shouts or cries this time, just the slow thud of Vish's footfall across the entry hall towards them.But the footsteps were irregular, and heavier than usual. It sounded like he was staggering, like he might be injured.Maybe that was why everyone stayed silent, listening to the erratic noise of the footsteps.Vish appeared in the doorway, a framed black figure.He just stood there for a moment, looking at all of them. He was breathing heavily, his loud, ragged breaths practically matching the volume of Sagar's snoring, as he slumped against the doorjamb.Vish fell forwards onto his front onto the floor, hitting it with a light thwap.That was when Cid noticed the spotted trail of blood behind him, and the blood that was soaking out from him now onto the floor.“He's hurt!” Cid cried, leaping up immediately and rushing over to the fallen Shadowfinger. “Quick, boys, help me get him onto his back!”Ryn and the newcomer Umbarian, whose name Cid didn't even know yet, carefully pulled Vish over onto his back.The Shadowfinger groaned as he went over, not with pain, but what sounded like…pleasure.Oh no, thought Cid, not for the first time that evening, as he knelt next to Vish.“What's happened?” asked Nuthea from somewhere behind him. “Is he going to be alright?”“Quiet,” Cid commanded irritably. “I'll know in a moment.” He didn't like snapping but he needed to concentrate.The first thing he did was take off the Shadowfinger's black gloves, which were slick with blood. There were no cuts or marks on the tan skin at all–it was smooth, delicate even. Just black discolouration at his fingertips—but that came from the poppy addiction. He examined the folds of Vish's tunic. There was no sign of a wound or of blood leaking through it anywhere. He put a hand over Vish's heart. It was beating regularly. Fast, granted. But regularly.Cid looked at the Shadowfinger's face. The man's eyes were closed and the tautness of his cheeks indicated he was smiling underneath his head scarf. The Healer pulled back one of the man's eyelids with a thumb, and his growing suspicions were confirmed. The pupil underneath was huge, dilated so big that it practically filled the whole of his eye with blackness. Vish giggled quietly in whatever state of consciousness he was in.“He's fine,” Cid pronounced, getting to his feet and shaking his head with disappointment. “This is not his blood; it's someone else's. Maybe several people's. He's not hurt. He's just had a poppy hit, that's all. An absolutely massive one, from the looks of things. Possibly several seeds at once.”Shocked silence.He sighed. And I thought that he had been making process.“Um, who is that guy?” said the green-haired girl.Cid turned. She had gotten up from the table and was standing as far away as possible from them all against the wall at the other end of the room, practically cowering.“Oh, please don't be alarmed, young lady,” Cid said. “This man is just an ex-Imperial bountyhunter who we enlisted to help us on our travels.”“He's a what?!” exclaimed the girl, standing up stick-straight and pushing herself even harder back against the wall. She looked as if she was about to run out of the room at any moment.“Don't worry,” Nuthea said, holding out her hands in a calming gesture, “it's quite alright. He's safe. He's on our side. He's saved our lives many times.”The girl stared down at Vish, mouth curling in horror, then looked up at Nuthea. “Who are all of you?” she said. “I only came with him–” she pointed to Ryn–“because he rescued me from Zigfrid's lion and because I can't go back to the troupe now! Unless you explain who you all are and what you're doing I'm getting out of here!”“Yes,” spoke up the Umbarian with the lute. “I would very much like to know who all of you are and why you have invited me here as well.”“Alright,” said Nuthea, “I'll explain to the two of you, then we can explain to grandfather why we've invited you each here. But do come and sit down, please.”Nuthea offered the girl her chair again and with some reluctance she crept back over and took it, reclaiming her tea, but her gaze kept darting back to Vish.“Don't worry about him,” Cid said in an effort to reassure her. “He will be out for a while. And he won't harm any of us. He's clearly used up his energy from the hit to walk back here. He is on our side.”The girl's lopsided grimace indicated she was not reassured in the least, but she stayed where she was for the moment.Cid, Nuthea, Ryn, Elrann and the Umbarian all took seats at the rectangular wooden table too, joining the girl and the snoring Sagar. They left Vish on his back on the floor to sleep off his poppy hit.“So who are you all?” asked the Umbarian. “And what are you doing staying in a government residence in the second-but-topmost level of Shun Pei?”Nuthea began her explanation for the newcomers. “We're a group of friends who are searching for some objects called the Twelve Primeval Jewels. We have two already, and four of us have elemental projection powers from touching different jewels.” Cid wouldn't have led with that, though it sounded as though his travelling companions had practically revealed as much to these two newcomers already. But why?Nuthea proceeded to work her way through the whole party and explain how she had met them and how they had ended up coming along on the search for the Jewels, beginning with her and Ryn meeting in the brig of an Imperial Airship, and ending with VIsh agreeing to work together with them in exchange for being kept in supply of poppy seed. She told them the story of how they had thus far managed to retrieve two Jewels and what they were doing in Farr in pursuit of a third.When she had finished, she looked at the two newcomers as if expecting some sort of response. The Umbarian tapped his lips, looking thoughtful, but the green-haired girl just continued to stare blankly.“Okaaay then…” the girl said eventually. “But what does any of this have to do with me?”“Well, young lady,” said Nuthea, “—what is your name, by the way?”“Riss,” said the green-haired girl.“Well, young Riss, when I saw that dragon appear in the play you were in, so lifelike, I suspected Jewel-magic must be involved.”The girl looked at the floor. “Ah. So you know.”“Yes,” said Nuthea. “You have touched the Spirit Carnelian.”Cid took in a sharp breath, but he tried to mask it.The girl looked up at Nuthea, and she did look very much to Cid like a little girl then–a confused, lost, alone and afraid little girl–despite being a bit older than a child. “Is that what it's called?”“That is what my people call it,” said Nuthea, “and what I believe most peoples who possess knowledge of Jewel-lore call it. How did you come by it?”The girl glanced around at all the members of the party in turn–those of them who were awake at least. She still sat tight-lipped, wide-eyed and pale. “You wouldn't believe me even if I told you…” she said quietly.“Try us,” Cid encouraged her gently. “You have heard some of our stories, and how unbelievable and outlandish those are. I think you will find it hard to surprise us.”Riss drew in a quivering breath. “Well… okay then…” Her green eyes took on a far-away look as she began her story. “I am originally from Suria. My father died of an illness when I was small. My mother raised me by herself, but she struggled. Ever since I was little, I never really fitted in. Rather than joining in with everyone else's games, I liked to go off by myself and play my own games in my imagination. I would go exploring in the woods and hills and valleys and make up my own stories. One day when I was twelve, I was out in the woods, and it was like I heard this voice whispering to me…”Riss paused and came back to the room for a moment, biting her lip and glancing around at her audience. She looked as if she was afraid of saying something foolish.“Go on,” Cid prompted her kindly. He had begun to suspect where this was going.“This voice began whispering to me, just my name at first, and then it started to tell me to follow certain directions. So I followed it. It was like one of my imaginations, one of my stories had come to life. I followed it, and it led me to a particular tree. It was a really big one, an oak I think, with a huge thick trunk and lots of branches that spread into the branches of the other trees. A little way up in the trunk was a small hollowed-out hole, the kind that a squirrel or a bird might nest in. The voice told me to look inside it, so I did, and inside I found a small, smooth, orangey-brown jewel. I took it, and when I touched it I felt a surge of…energy go through me, and from that moment I was able to summon spirits.”Quiet descended, punctuated only by a sleep-snort from Sagar.Cid could see the tension in every line of Nuthea's body, how she held her jaw tight, how she sat rigid on her chair. She must be exerting a huge amount of self-control not to burst out and ask the question that was surely also burning on her lips straight away.“Riss…” his granddaughter addressed the girl slowly. “Do you still have the jewel?”“No.”Cid felt the disappointment settle on him like a cloak. He saw it settle on Nuthea too.“Where is it?” Nuthea asked the girl.“He has it.”“Who?”“Zigfrid.”“That pompous lead actor from the play?” asked Ryn.The girl nodded.Nuthea didn't quite prevent all of her frustration from leaking into her voice. “How did he come by it?” she asked.The girl pulled her head back and pushed her chair away from the table a little, looking again as if she might run off at any moment. She must have sensed the trio's frustration.“Why does it matter?” she asked suspiciously. “What's it to you?”Cid stepped in again, speaking in as soothing tones as he could manage. “Do not worry, young lady; you are not in trouble–least of all with us. We are not angry with you, only at the situation. As my Granddaughter here has told you, we are searching for the Jewels, but not for our own gain. We are seeking to find them to protect the world from those who might use them for harm. That's why we're interested.”The girl relaxed a little at that, but only a little. “Alright then…” She resumed her story. “Once I started summoning the spirits because of the stone, my village kicked me out. Even… even my own family didn't want anything to do with me. They called me a witch, and a sorceress, and said that if I didn't leave they would have to…” She paused, and bit her lip, not able to say whatever had been going to follow. “That was quite a few years ago,” she went on. “So I left. I set out on my own, and got by by myself living in the woods, calling the spirits to help me. But then one day I came upon a traveling troupe of Manyiro performers that were passing through. I followed them, and hid to watch one of their play rehearsals, and I was spellbound. I suddenly realised: this is what I want to do. These people got to make up stories and pretend to be in them, but they weren't hated or kicked out for it–other people even loved them for it. They were even respected for it. I knew I had to join them. So I found the leader of the troupe and I showed him what I could do–summoning and commanding spirits…” She faltered again.“And how did he respond?” prompted Cid again, though he had an inkling.“He was impressed,” said Riss. “So impressed that he let me join the troupe straight away, seeing how spirit-summoning could make him and his performances even more famous. But he only let me join on one condition.”“You had to tell him how you learned to summon the spirits and show him how to do it too,” guessed Ryn, just as Cid had.The girl nodded. “Exactly. And after he found out about the jewel, he forced me to give it to him. I taught him how to summon spirits with it, and he got very good at it.”“And that's why he still has it,” said Nuthea.“Yes…” said Riss, “but that's not quite the whole of the story. After a while, some of the other actors in the troupe got jealous of my abilities, and wanted to know how I got them. Until tonight Zigfrid had never revealed to anybody else that he could do it too, you see. And he had sworn me to secrecy about the jewel, but when I told the others that I couldn't tell them how I got my powers or show them how they worked, they got angry with me. They ganged up on me–it was like what happened in my village all over again. So I went to Zigfrid and told him that I wanted the jewel back, and to leave the troupe, but he wouldn't give it to me, or let me. He told me that the jewel was his now, and that I had to stay in the troupe and summon the spirits for him so that we could keep up our reputation. I tried to call a spirit to fight him off and get back the jewel, but by that time he had grown too powerful at summoning himself. He summoned his lion and he…he pinned me down, and made me promise that I wouldn't leave the troupe.”The girl stopped her story again. Or maybe it had finished. Her bottom lip started to tremble.Cid couldn't help himself from wincing. What a horrible ordeal the girl had been through.“It's alright,” Nuthea said to her. “You're safe now. Truly, you are among friends here. You can trust us. We won't hurt you, and we won't force you to stay with us like Zigfrid did. But you can stay with us if you like, for as long as you like, if you have nowhere else to go. You'll be safe with us.”“Thank you…” said Riss as she looked at the floor. A tear escaped down her pale cheek.Cid looked away out of respect for the girl.Uncomfortable silence.“Fascinating,” said an unfamiliar, low, slightly musical voice.Cid started. The Umbarian. He had almost forgotten there was a second stranger here with them as well–for a time all of his attention had been focused on Riss.“What is?” asked Ryn.“Your story, young lady,” the Umbarian said to Riss. He had a gentle, deep yet singsong voice. “It is extremely difficult to track down information about the Spirit Carnelian. There are not very many songs or tales about it, and the ones that do exist are very vague. But your story confirms that it is indeed real. I should very much like to see you summon a spirit sometime, if you will permit me a demonstration.”The girl stiffened at that, and did not reply.Cid's hackles rose too.“And who are you?” he asked the man. “Can someone please explain why this gentleman has been invited up here, too?”“I think that's my cue,” said Elrann from her place at the table, “seeing as pirate-man is out for the count.”Sagar grunted in his sleep at Elrann's mention of her nickname for him, murmured irritably for a bit, then went back to snoring peacefully.“Yes,” said Cid, “do please explain, young lady Elrann.”Elrann folded her arms. “Welp, pirate-man and I were out in a tavern having a few drinks when we heard music-man here singing a song while he played his lute. (That's why I'm calling him music-man, you see–it's sort of his defining characteristic and I can't actually remember his name.) He sang a song that mentioned all of the Jewel-thingamies that we're searching for, so when he finished pirate-man and I went up to him to talk to him. It turns out he knows loads about the Jewels. Like loads. So pirate-man thought we better introduce him to the rest of you, in case he can help us. Pirate-man was very drunk at this point, so he just sort of took off to go and find farmboy and princess-girl at their play, and music-man and I just sought of tagged along.”Cid ran his tongue along the back of his teeth. He was instantly wary. Hadn't Elrann and Sagar considered that this man might have purposes contrary to their own, that he might be working for the Empire, or someone else?On the other hand, the Umbarians weren't exactly known for their fealty to the Empire–far from it. In fact they had fought many wars to keep their northern borders secure against Morekemia, and the two nations were always fighting over the little strip of land that fell between them. Cid decided he would give this Umbarian a chance–for now. He could reprimand Elrann and Sagar for their lack of caution later.Nuthea addressed the man. “And how did you come by all your knowledge of the Jewels, um…sorry, I don't know your name either?”The man flashed a toothy grin from underneath the hood of his cloak, which he still hadn't taken off even though they were indoors. “I am called Quel,” he said.“Pleased to meet you, Quel,” said Nuthea.“A pleasure.” The lutisit began his own tale. In contrast to Riss, he seemed extremely comfortable telling it, as if he was used to regaling assembled audiences with stories, which if he was a traveling musician and bard Cid supposed he was. “As you may know, my people possess one of the Primeval Jewels–the Water Sapphire. I myself have the good fortune of being Sapphire-touched.”Everyone sat up straighter at that.Alright then, thought Cid, so he's laying all his cards on the table straight away. That's good.“Woah, cool,” said Elrann. “I didn't even know that!”“May you show us?” said Nuthea.“Of course,” said Quel. He looked around for a moment, then his gaze settled on Cid's mug of tea. He flicked his fingers up in a subtle motion, and the tea rose up out of the mug, staying suspended in the air like a pale-green translucent snake. A few flourishes of his wrist, and the snake danced through a few twisting circular motions, before Quel flicked his fingers back down again and Cid's tea re-deposited itself in the mug.Cid looked down at his drink and frowned. He wasn't sure that he wanted to drink it any more. Although it had probably gone cold long ago anyway.Well, at least we know he's not lying about being Sapphire-touched… Cid thought.“That,” said Elrann. “Was. Awesome! It was like you had an invisible spoon! You're a true spoony bard!” she added, referencing some joke Cid wasn't in on.The boy Ryn fidgeted in his chair, shifting his weight.“Very impressive indeed!” said Nuthea. “So what brings you to Farr, Troubadour Quel?”“My people possess the Water Sapphire, and we use it to hold our own against the Morekemians, who now have, from what I have heard, the Fire Ruby.”Cid deliberately made sure he did not look at Ryn, but he saw Nuthea shoot the boy a glance. Silly girl.“We have long known that the Maker created other Jewels, but since we were safe with the Sapphire and the world was in balance, we had no interest in them.”“Hang on,” said Ryn, “what do you mean ‘the Maker'? Who is the Maker?”“That's what they call the One,” Nuthea informed him.Ryn's youthful face wrinkled up with perplexity. “Are they the same God?”“Some say so,” said Nuthea. “Others disagree. We believe some different things about the One, and the Jewels, but we agree on lots too.”“That is correct.” Quel nodded. “What we agree on is that the Maker created the Jewels, although we disagree on what will happen if they are all gathered together. I believe that Manolians think that tremendous power will be bestowed upon the gatherer, do you not?”“That's right,” said Nuthea.“Whereas we believe that when they are all gathered together by someone with good and pure intentions they will provide the key to rescuing Mid from a great danger and evil.”And you're likely both right, thought Cid, though he didn't say it. But there's more to it than that…“So what do you think will happen if someone with dangerous and evil intentions gathers them all together?” asked Ryn. A pertinent question.“Yeah,” chipped in Elrann, “like, say, the Emperor of Morekemia?”A highly pertinent question.Quel rubbed his upper lip, then patted it. “I am not sure,” he said at length. “Though I would rather we did not have to find out.”“Well, we're definitely in agreement about that,” said Nuthea. “Lady Elrann said that you sang of many things regarding the Jewels.”“Yup,” confirmed Elrann. “He sang a song about all of them, even saying where some of them are.”“Tell us,” said Nuthea eagerly. “How did you come to have such knowledge?”The newcomer did not answer straight away, but merely looked at Nuthea, then around at Ryn, Elrann, and Cid himself, passing his fingers back and forth over his lips again, as if he was sizing them up, pondering how much to reveal.Tell us everything, Cid silently implored him.The stranger's gaze came to rest on Riss, the summoner girl, who now sat still, her feet drawn up onto her chair so she could clutch her knees. She had told all, eventually. Or so we hope.The stranger patted his lips, and appeared to reach a decision.“Some years ago,” said Quel, “we began to hear rumours that Morekemia were sending out agents into the world to try to collect information on the whereabouts of the Jewels. It appeared that the Emperor had realised that they were not just an obscure legend, but that they were real. Some such agents came to Umbar, though fortunately we were able to identify them and root them out before they discovered too much. They managed to confirm that we were in possession of the Water Sapphire, which some people knew anyway, but they didn't find out anything about where it was kept. Soon after this begun to happen, the Chief of my tribe sent me out into the world to gather knowledge of the Jewels myself. It had been my ambition to become a wandering bard anyway, and I was soon to embark upon my travels, but this mission gave me an extra purpose to travel for. Over the last ten years I have wandered all over Mid, paying my way by learning and singing songs, and spoken to people, getting to know the local cultures and slowly gathering information about the Jewels. I've been to Morekemia itself. I've been all round Dokan. I've been to the Velt. I've been to Frikia. I've been to Rakali. I even travelled the Waste, for a brief time. And I am nearly due to return to report back to the chief of my people what I have learned.”“So why did you come to Farr?” Nuthea asked him. “Many people know that the Earth Emerald is here already.”Quel dipped his head, flashing his smile again for the clever question. “Yes, princess–or should I call you my ‘cousin' in the faith? That is true. But the Crossroads of the East is a fantastic place to meet travellers from all over Mid. In any case, I have been to many other places, but few are so fruitful for learning rumours and gossip, and for encountering people from other lands, as Shun Pei. I have managed to fill in a few gaps in my knowledge of the Jewels since I came here. It's also a very good place to hitch a ride home. Sooner or later there will be a ship flying for Umbar, or somewhere near it, and I will make my way onto it to return and report back. In fact, I need to get back there as soon as possible.”“Why?” pushed Ryn.“After my stay in Farr I had originally planned to return from here to Dokan. The one Jewel of which knowledge had eluded me throughout my journey for a long time was the Fire Jewel.”Well done, Orvis, thought Cid. You did your job well.“But then a few months ago I heard word that the Empire had found the Fire Jewel and were putting it to use. My mission became more urgent. Now that I have completed my search for as much knowledge of the Jewels as I have been able to gather, with the missing piece filled in, I seek passage home.”“Why are you telling us all this?” said Ryn, the bearer of the Fire Ruby, unbeknownst to the newcomer. Or does he know?“Well,” said Quel, “you say you have two of the Jewels. If you are seeking to protect them from the Empire, we share a goal.” The lutist held out his hands in sincere imploration. “Will you come with me to Umbar, to lend us the use of the Jewels you have, and keep them safe?”The party were quiet.Cid knew what he thought, but he did not want to take charge. He watched his granddaughter and the boy to see how they would respond.“Maybe…” Ryn said after a moment. “I think we had better pay this Umbar a place visit in any case, and speak with your people's rulers, but maybe only after we've got the Earth Emerald and the…Spirit Carnelian. What d'you think, Nuthea?”The princess, who had been staring off at nothing for a moment, came back to herself.“What? Oh. Yes. Completely. We must pay a visit to Umbar as soon as we can. We will be needing to obtain the Water Sapphire, after all.”Quel bristled a little at that, but apparently it did not irk him enough to draw a protest.Unexpectedly, Riss, the new girl, spoke up. “Why do you sing about the Jewels?” she said to Quel. “Isn't that dangerous? Doesn't it attract attention to you, and to them?”The lutist shrugged in his cloak. “Perhaps a little,” he said. “But it's not as though my song gives very much detail away. It's quite cryptic, really. People don't pay too much attention to the words of songs sung in taverns, anyhow. And actually I've found my song has just enough about the Jewels to be a very good way of flushing out other people who know about them, or who are seeking them… as it did tonight.”Quel smiled, and his blue eyes glittered.“Yeah,” said Elrann, “'s'pretty crazy how Sagar and I ended up in the same pub as you, and you chose to play that song, and we heard it and all. This sort of thing keeps on happening…”“It is the Will of the One,” Nuthea said confidently. “The One must have brought us together.”“It is the Will of the One,” Cid agreed, confident of this too.“As the Maker plans it,” said Quel, the Umbarian version of the phrase.Pregnant silence.The party all waited expectantly for the voice of scepticism.It did not come.“Oh yeah,” Ryn said, “that's right, Sagar's asleep. Well, basically, I think you guys can join up with us.” He nodded to Riss and Quel briefly in turn. “Welcome to our team.”“Your…team?” said Quel.“Our team?” said Elrann.“Well, yeah,' said Ryn, rubbing his arm. “We are basically a kind of team, aren't we? We team up in finding the Jewels. That's not so difficult to get your head around, is it?”“We need some kind of team name, then,” said Elrann. “What's our name?”“I'm not sure. I'll work on it.”“So what is your plan of action?” asked Quel. “Our plan of action…” he corrected himself, trying out the alternative pronoun with some hesitation. “I need to return to Umbar as quickly as possible in order to tell my people what I have found out about the Jewels, and you can discuss keeping them safe along with the Water Sapphire with my Chieftain there.”“You need to get the Carnelian first before you do that,” said Riss.“Actually,” said Nuthea, “our first priority is the Earth Emerald, and the tournament.”“The tournament?” asked Quel. “The one that's being held in Tenkachi from tomorrow? The one that everyone's talking about?”“Yes,” said Nuthea. “The Governor of Farr hasn't made this public yet, but the grand prize for the winner of the tournament is going to be the Earth Emerald. We are entering in order to win it. Winning it is our first priority. Then we will worry about finding a way to claim back the Spirit Carnelian from Zigfrid, and visiting Umbar to discuss how best to keep the Water Sapphire safe.”“Alrighty then,” said Elrann. “So all we have to do is beat a load of people who fight as part of their religion in a hand to hand combat tournament, steal a rock from a crazy actor who can make giant lions appear with his mind, and persuade Quel's people who have guarded the Water Sapphire for centuries as their most precious treasure that actually they're better off handing it over to us. Oh, and then find the remaining seven Jewels-thingamies.”“Exactly,” said Nuthea.“This is gonna be a piece of cake,” said Elrann. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit sagaofthejewels.substack.com

Im November 1915 hält Albert Einstein vier Vorträge an der Preußischen Akademie der Wissenschaften in Berlin. In diesen Vorträgen stellt er seinem Publikum die Allgemeine Relativitätstheorie vor, an der er jahrelang getüftelt hatte. Mit dieser Theorie kann Einstein beschreiben, wie Materie, Raum und Zeit wechselwirken. Dabei schafft er kurzerhand eine Kraft unseres Universums ab: die Schwerkraft. Bei Isaac Newton war alles alles noch viel einfacher gewesen: Laut dem Briten ist die Schwerkraft, wie der Name schon sagt, eine Kraft. Diese wirkt zum Beispiel zwischen zwei Massen anziehend. Mit den Newtonschen Gravitationsgesetzen ließ sich zunächst wunderbar erklären, warum ein Apfel vom Baum fällt oder warum die Erde um die Sonne kreist. Doch mit der Allgemeinen Relativitätstheorie bereitet Einstein der Schwerkraft nun ein Ende: Laut ihm handelt es sich dabei lediglich um einen Effekt der gekrümmten Raumzeit. Frei nach dem Physiker John Wheeler übersetzt könnte man die Allgemeine Relativitätstheorie so zusammenfassen: Die Materie sagt der Raumzeit, wie sich zu krümmen hat, und die gekrümmte Raumzeit sagt der Materie, wie sich zu bewegen hat. Ein Apfel fällt also nicht deshalb vom Baum, weil er die Effekte der Schwerkraft verspürt, sondern weil er dem kürzesten Weg in der gekrümmten Raumzeit folgt. Doch war die Allgemeine Relativitätstheorie im Jahr 1915 nicht nur konzeptionell ungeheuerlich, sondern auch mathematisch: Ihre Gleichungen sind so kompliziert, dass Einstein selbst zunächst davon überzeugt ist, dass es unmöglich sei, exakte Lösungen für sie zu finden. Wie praktisch, dass sich bei einem seiner Vorträge ein Mensch befand, dem genau das nur wenig später gelingen sollte – und das, während der als Soldat im Ersten Weltkrieg an der Front stationiert war. Karl Schwarzschild war Physiker und Astronom. Außerdem beherrschte er praktischerweise genau jene mathematischen Fähigkeiten, die benötigt wurden, um eine exakte Lösung für die Einstein'schen Feldgleichungen zu finden. Diese Gleichungen brachten jedoch einen seltsamen Aspekt zu Tage, der zeigte: Es könnte so etwas wie Schwarze Löcher geben.

Zurzeit zeigt sich ein Riss im scheinbar festen antirussischen Konsens Deutschlands. Ein kontroverser SPD-Parteitag hat jüngst offenbart, dass die Kritik am aktuellen Kurs auch im politischen Mainstream wächst. Trotz harter Rhetorik führender Politiker häufen sich die Stimmen, die eine Überprüfung der Außenpolitik gegenüber Moskau fordern. Artem Sokolow analysiert aus Moskau die komplexen Triebkräfte hinter BerlinsWeiterlesen

Eine Verletzung des Kreuzbandes am Knie ist schmerzhaft und die Genesung langwierig. Und angeblich ist es so, dass Frauen häufiger einen Kreuzbandriss erleiden als Männer. Aber ist das wirklich so?

SBFC Episode 120: NWSL 2025 Mid Season Review Chop Up Pt1 ft Riss, ThomBomb of the The Current Moment & Coach Courtney Stith of Diaspora United Welcome to Episode 120 of Shea Butter FC, a podcast by, for and about Black women in soccer. We are back launching part one of a multi part cross over in collaboration with Diaspora United and The Current Moment to complete mid season review of the 2025 NWSL season so far.  In this episode, Skye and Sylvs are joined by SBFC street team and Rose Room Legend Mama Riss, The Current Moment's ThomBomb and Coach Courtney Thee Stats to kick this cross over off and explore the highs and lows  The Utah Royals, The Chicago Stars, The Houston Dash, Angel City FC and the Bay FC. They also explore roster moves and provide solutions to help this cluster of teams to move up the table and avoid the wooden spoon. They also drop their Hits and Riffs and their own version of Black anthems in the closing of the episode. We back to grab your head phones and enjoy the ride! Make sure you follow Diaspora United at DiasporaUtdPod  Thombomb and his coverage of Kansas City Current at thombomb816.bsky.social  Mama Riss and her coverage of the Washington Spirit at  risswillett.bsky.social  Be on the look out for CrossOver Part 2 on Diaspora United And CrossOver Pt3 on The Current Moment  Make sure you subscribe and dive into On the 2 and the 4: A SheaButter FC Newsletter! ,our official newsletter for Shea Butter Football Club, bringing content to you in a new way, so you can continue to moisturize your skin and lay your edges. We're bringing you weekly content from the team so you get to know us a bit better. Of course we're going to bring you stats and match recaps and some lessons about the game. But, you'll also get our unique stories and perspectives on the game and the culture and how they intersect. Check it out at https://sheabutterfc.beehiiv.com/subscribe  As noted in the episode, we are partnering with Black Rosie Media to play select Shea Butter FC Throwback Episodes on their media platforms. This partnership is made possible through sponsorship by Bounceless Control Sports Bra  use PROMO CODE SBFC for 15% off your first purchase at bounceless.com.  More information on this partnership with Black Rose Media, and Bounceless Bras can be found here.  As always, like, rate and subscribe to the podcast on your favorite platform and Follow us on: Twitter - @sheabutterfc Instagram -sheabutterfc Join our SBFC Patreon - https://www.patreon.com/sheabutterfc Visit our website, get up to date on episodes and all things SBFC at our Linktree: https://linktr.ee/sheabutterfc SBFC Website:  www.sheabutterfc.com

Die gescheiterte Wahl dreier Verfassungsrichter hat der schwarz-roten Koalition ihren ersten echten Erschütterungstest beschert. Keine Mehrheit, kein Plan B – und ein Sommerinterview von Friedrich Merz, das mehr Fragen aufwirft als beantwortet. Zwischen Koalitionsvertrag und politischem Taktieren analysiert Gordon Repinski, wie tief der Riss wirklich ist – und ob Jens Spahn noch der richtige Mann an der Fraktionsspitze ist.Im 200-Sekunden-Interview spricht Dirk Wiese, parlamentarischer Geschäftsführer der SPD, über Vertrauen, Verantwortung und warum er die Union nun in der Pflicht sieht, die Wahl im September nachzuholen – mit der umstrittenen Kandidatin Frauke Brosius-Gersdorf. Außerdem: Handelsstreit mit den USA. Die EU verschiebt ihre Gegenzölle – ist das ein kluger Schachzug oder politisches Einknicken? Romanus Otte vom Pro-Newsletter “Industrie und Handel” ordnet das neue Eskalationspotential ein – und erklärt, warum Donald Trump mit seiner Zoll-Strategie erneut die Agenda bestimmt.  Und zum Schluss: Ein konspiratives Treffen zweier politischer Außenseiter in Thüringen. Das Berlin Playbook als Podcast gibt es morgens um 5 Uhr. Gordon Repinski und das POLITICO-Team bringen euch jeden Morgen auf den neuesten Stand in Sachen Politik — kompakt, europäisch, hintergründig. Und für alle Hauptstadt-Profis: Unser Berlin Playbook-Newsletter liefert jeden Morgen die wichtigsten Themen und Einordnungen. Hier gibt es alle Informationen und das kostenlose Playbook-Abo. Mehr von Berlin Playbook-Host und Executive Editor von POLITICO in Deutschland, Gordon Repinski, gibt es auch hier:   Instagram: @gordon.repinski | X: @GordonRepinski. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

So spaltend wie ein interdimensionaler Riss!

Predigttext: Hesekiel 22,30 | Prediger: Debbie Drotleff (AVC Tansania) | Datum: 6.07.2025

In jener Zeit kamen die Jünger Johannes' des Täufers zu Jesus und sagten: Warum fasten deine Jünger nicht, während wir und die Pharisäer fasten? Jesus antwortete ihnen: Können denn die Hochzeitsgäste trauern, solange der Bräutigam bei ihnen ist? Es werden aber Tage kommen, da wird ihnen der Bräutigam weggenommen sein; dann werden sie fasten. Niemand setzt ein Stück neuen Stoff auf ein altes Gewand; denn der neue Stoff reißt doch wieder ab und es entsteht ein noch größerer Riss. Auch füllt man nicht jungen Wein in alte Schläuche. Sonst reißen die Schläuche, der Wein läuft aus und die Schläuche sind unbrauchbar. Jungen Wein füllt man in neue Schläuche, dann bleibt beides erhalten.(© Ständige Kommission für die Herausgabe der gemeinsamen liturgischen Bücher im deutschen Sprachgebiet)

In jener Zeit kamen die Jünger Johannes' des Täufers zu Jesus und sagten: Warum fasten deine Jünger nicht, während wir und die Pharisäer fasten? Jesus antwortete ihnen: Können denn die Hochzeitsgäste trauern, solange der Bräutigam bei ihnen ist? Es werden aber Tage kommen, da wird ihnen der Bräutigam weggenommen sein; dann werden sie fasten. Niemand setzt ein Stück neuen Stoff auf ein altes Gewand; denn der neue Stoff reißt doch wieder ab und es entsteht ein noch größerer Riss. Auch füllt man nicht jungen Wein in alte Schläuche. Sonst reißen die Schläuche, der Wein läuft aus und die Schläuche sind unbrauchbar. Jungen Wein füllt man in neue Schläuche, dann bleibt beides erhalten. (© Ständige Kommission für die Herausgabe der gemeinsamen liturgischen Bücher im deutschen Sprachgebiet)

Previously on Saga of the Jewels…The life of seventeen-year-old RYN, bookish son of a wealthy landowner, changes forever when his hometown is destroyed by the EMPIRE and everyone he has ever known is killed. Ryn discovers that the Empire are seeking TWELVE PRIMEVAL JEWELS which grant the power to manipulate different elements, and that his father had been hiding the FIRE RUBY. He sets out to take revenge on the Imperial General who killed his family and retrieve the Fire Ruby, and along the way meets NUTHEA the lightning-slinging princess, SAGAR the swaggering skypirate, ELRANN the tomboy engineer, CID the wizened old healer, and VISH the poppy-seed-addicted assassin. Together the adventurers decide to find all of the Jewels in order to stop the evil EMPEROR from finding them first and taking over the world. They have thus far succeeded in retrieving the Fire Ruby, borne by Ryn, and the Lightning Crystal, borne by Nuthea. They have now come to the land of FARR where they intend to compete in a hand-to-hand fighting tournament in order to attempt to win its grand prize, the EARTH EMERALD…EPISODE THIRTY-FIVE: ACT TWOOne night before the tournament.As soon as the red velvet curtain went down for the interval, Ryn turned to Nuthea from where he sat next to her and said “What do you mean she's Jewel-touched?”He had tried to ask her while the play had been going on but it had been too difficult to talk in whispers without disturbing the people around them and making a scene–a different scene to the one happening on the stage, that is–so she had repeatedly shushed him, to his obvious frustration.“What do you mean?” he pressed her again, now he had the opportunity. Everyone else around them was talking about the spectacle of the first half of the play they had just watched.Nuthea brushed her hair out of her eyes. She felt slightly lightheaded. But she didn't need to call the answer to mind. She had been going over and over it in her head ever since that lifelike dragon had appeared on stage.“One of the Jewels…” she answered him, speaking quietly so that they wouldn't be overheard, but not so quietly that Ryn couldn't hear. “...the ‘Spirit Carnelian'...is supposed to grant the gift of being able to ‘summon' creatures from the spirit realm… to give physical, animal shape to projections of spirit. Not very much is known about it, except that, and it's thought that the Jewel has been lost for many thousands of years. There are very few mentions of spirit-projectors in the lore; you have to go back centuries to find even a single one, and even then the references are somewhat…mythical. Some argue that the Spirit Carnelian has never been found since the One hid it somewhere in Mid or that it doesn't exist at all–”“Well then how would anyone know about it?” Ryn butted in, interrupting her flow.Nuthea frowned. He could be so annoying sometimes, speaking over her. “Well, these are ancient legends we are talking about, obviously. Their origins are shrouded in distant time. But we can trust the sacred texts of Oneism. They have been right about the other Jewels so far, after all...”“So why do you think that actress has touched the ‘Spirit Carnelian'?”“You saw that dragon, Ryn. It was real.”“You don't think it could have been some sort of stage trick, or made out of something else?”“Well, there's only one way to find out, isn't there?” She had decided this while they had been watching the play.“Alright then,” said Ryn, and stood up.Nuthea grabbed his arm, horrified. “What are you doing?” He's trying to be heroic, isn't he? For my sake. Oh dear.“You want to go and talk to her, don't you?”“Yes, but not now! If she is Jewel-touched, we will need to speak with her at length–ask her where she made contact with the Carnelian, whether she knows its present location, and so on...” Perhaps whether she even has it, Nuthea thought. “That will take some time, more than we will have during this interval, and if the second half of the play is delayed then we will cause a commotion and draw attention to ourselves. We should wait until the play has finished, then go and find her backstage.”“Okay.” To her immense relief, Ryn sat down again.They waited for the second half of the play to begin while the other members of the audience chattered excitedly around them, mainly about the dragon and how impressive it had been. From what Nuthea could overhear, the other audience members were convinced that it had been some sort of a trick, as nobody had been known to tame a real-life dragon before, at least in living memory.Her attention drifted away from the chatter. If we do get to speak to this young lady, which we must, how will we convince her that we know about the Jewels?Normally she would make a small display of her lightning projection, but there she faced the problem that she was still blocked for some reason, and her conversation with Cid hadn't unblocked her. It had been nice to be distracted from all of that by the play, and then by the appearance of this spirit-summoning girl, and not to have to think about her lightning projection being blocked for a while.Nuthea sighed. She would have to rely on Ryn again to make a display of his fire projection in order to convince the girl that they had knowledge of the Jewels, just as she had done when they had been trying to gain an audience with the Governor.“Are you alright?” Ryn said to her, apparently having noticed her sighing.“Hm?” said Nuthea. “Oh, yes, thank you, just thinking…”She didn't want to take advantage of Ryn, but it was very useful having him around for occasions such as this.The trouble is, I don't want to lead him on, either…Was she leading him on? Why had she agreed to come to see a play with him? She had made it very clear that this wasn't a signal of any kind of romantic interest. But then again, going to see a play with someone was quite an intimate activity in itself, regardless of what one called it…wasn't it? And Sagar had been so rude to her; she had to admit that at least in part she had agreed to go with Ryn in order to spite the skypirate. That wasn't really fair.All of this would be a lot easier if she knew how she felt about Ryn.The trouble was, she didn't know how she really felt about him. He was her friend, for sure, and they had been through a lot together. They had already forgiven each other for a lot. And he was sweet, and sometimes charming, and sensitive. And handsome, in a youthful, boyish sort of way.But it was just too confusing and muddled to contemplate anything like that so soon after…so soon after her mother's death. She had enough to think about at the moment, what with that, and finding the Jewels, and being blocked…Just then a clear bell rang from somewhere behind the curtain, signalling that the second act of the play was about to start.When complete quiet had fallen on the audience and the last of its chatter had died away, the curtains came back up.Zigfrid Alantherous was waiting behind them at centre stage in his finery, and immediately launched into a monologue about how he was going to find the Princess to rescue her from the Evil Dragon and save the kingdom which she represented.Nuthea wasn't able to pay proper attention to it. She hadn't been able to pay proper attention to the plot of the play ever since the green-haired girl had come on and summoned the dragon. She let it wash over her, waiting for the next appearance of the green-haired girl, waiting for the end of the play when they would go and find her to talk to her, contemplating how she would explain their plight to her and wondering what sort of attitude the girl would respond with.Eventually, the green-haired girl reappeared on the stage.She ran on from stage left, with big, deliberate movements to unconvincingly communicate that she was tired; huffing and puffing and overacting.This time the dragon followed her, its menacing green form pursuing her from offstage, powerful limbs pumping.The girl turned, then swooned, putting the back of her hand to her forehead and letting out a bad excuse for a falsetto scream.In response, the dragon reared its head and roared, opening its jaws to issue a plume of green flame into the air.The audience gasped.The dragon was more convincing in its acting than the girl was.Now Zigfrid sauntered onto the stage too, sharing a scene with the girl for the first time.The audience clapped.“Fear not, Princess!” he declared. “Now that I have found thee I will save thee from this fell beast!”He drew his fake sword–well, at least Nuthea assumed it was fake–and brandished it at the dragon, leaping forwards to do battle. Fortunately for him it didn't simply breathe fire on him there and then and burn him to a cinder.Somebody in the audience yelled.Wait, why were they yelling?Nuthea twisted round in her seat.Other people were turning too, distracted even from the spectacle unfolding before them onstage.At the back of the playhouse near the doors, someone was causing a commotion.A flurry of irritated protests and shouting had started in reaction to it.“Oi!”“What do you think you're doing?”“Hey, I paid good money for this seat–get off me!”Someone was stumbling over the rows of playhouse chairs clumsily, banging into people, knocking them over when they stood up to get out of their way, making all manner of fuss.Someone with an eye-patch, a ponytail and a somewhat fetching high-collared coat.Oh no.“Prinshesh!” yelled Sagar. “Pup! We've gots to show you shomething!”He was followed closely by purple-haired Elrann, and seemingly also with someone else in tow–a stranger in a grey cloak with their hood pulled up over their head, carrying a lute case and barely managing to keep out of harm's way as Sagar dragged him by the hand across the playhouse audience towards them.“What in the hells is he doing?” whispered Ryn.Nuthea's cheeks were hot. “Just pretend we don't know him,” she said, turning back round and covering her face with a hand. She had enjoyed being anonymous, and not a princess from another land on a life-and-death save-the-world quest, for once this evening. That anonymity was potentially about to be ripped to shreds.“Too late,” said Ryn. “He's spotted us. Anyone would recognise that golden hair of yours a mile off.”Sure enough, Sagar was making a beeline straight for them, Elrann and the hooded stranger following close behind. As he barged past people or stepped over them or just knocked into them they were yelling and shouting and swearing at him. There was nothing for it–the pirate had definitely seen her and Ryn.“Prinshesh! Pup!” Sagar repeated when he finally reached them, a trail of cursing and irritated theatre-goers in his wake. His breath stank of alcohol. “I've got to tell you shomething! Thish man knowsh about the Jewelsh!”“Sorry about this,” said Elrann a bit more quietly as she arrived next to him. She was red in the face, uncharacteristically flustered. “He got it into his head that he needed to talk to you straight away. I tried to stop him but he kept blowing me off. Er…literally……”“Never mindsh that,” Sagar slurred. “Thish man! Thish man shang a shong about the Jewelsh!”“What is he talking about?” said Nuthea to Elrann.“Excuse me,” said a loud voice from behind them, “but how very dare you interrupt my play?”They all looked up at the stage as quiet fell upon the playhouse once more.Zigfrid Alanthereous stood with his hands on his hips, his brows knotted in a look of pure righteous fury. The green-haired girl didn't seem to mind so much–she stood nearby, close-lipped and vacant, looking…bored even. The dragon appeared to be waiting patiently in place, perfectly still, for the interruption to be sorted out.“Do you know how much work has gone into putting on this masterpiece of theatre?” Alantherous went on, still in a stage voice though he was presumably no longer reciting rehearsed lines. “How many times I've been over these words, perfecting them? How much craft has gone into the creation of this dragon?”“Holy poodoo!” Sagar said in response. “There'sh a kufeing great dragon up there! THERE'SH A DRAGON UP THERE!” he broke into a shout. “SOMEONE'SH GOT TO SHTOP IT!”Without further warning Sagar jumped up and called the wind to aid him, bashing into several of the audience members in front of them as he flew towards the stage.He landed clumsily in front of the wide-eyed Alantherous, tripping over his own legs and hitting the stage with a roll, then crashed into the actor.“Agh!” screamed the man-who-was-pretending-to-be-a-king, going down in a flutter of blue hair and clanging fake armour.The green-haired girl backed away to one side of the stage, watching them, a bit more animated now. The dragon remained poised in place next to her.Somehow Sagar made it to his feet first and drew his two swords, almost wounding both himself and Alantherous in the process.“BACK, YOU FOUL BEASHT!” he screamed. “DEATH AND GLORY!”He ran at the dragon, pulling his swords back to strike.Nuthea looked on in horror as, on the stage in front of them, the dragon opened its long jaws and breathed bright green flames at Sagar.The skycaptain yelped and jumped backwards, swinging his swords across his body on reflex and making a gust of wind blow the flames back before they could reach him.“It'sh a fire breather!” he cried as the flames subsided. He turned his head to face the audience. “Ryn! Get up here, Ryn! We need your fire-powersh!”Ryn had his head in hands.“Go!” Nuthea said to him, thinking quickly. “You need to de-escalate this as fast as possible! I can't help you because I've become blocked in my lightning projection. We need to calm this down so we can talk to that girl. Don't tell anyone who I am or about our quest!”Ryn took his hands away from his face and blinked with surprise, probably at the revelation that she was unable to cast lightning at present, but then regained his composure and nodded acknowledgment.“Right,” he said, and dashed forwards, pushing past other audience members to get to the stage and Sagar.Nuthea shook her head.Boys. How can they be so stupid?“Er”... said Elrann nearby. “Should we go after them?”The engineer wore a wobbly grimace. Next to her stood the man in the hooded grey cloak that she and Sagar had brought in with them. He had dark skin and sparkling deep blue eyes, like the ocean reflecting sunlight.“Hey lady!” a man in the row behind them yelled at Elrann and the man all of a sudden. “Guy! Sit down! We're trying to watch the play!”“Yeah!” said someone else. “This is great! I didn't realise they were going to use stooges planted in the audience!”They think this is part of the play, Nuthea realised.She quickly scooted up in her chair and pulled Elrann down by the hand to sit next to her in Ryn's old seat. The mysterious new stranger followed suit, taking off his lute case and placing it on the floor in front of them, sitting down next to Elrann so that they squeezed in, three people to two chairs.“No, we don't go after them,” Nuthea whispered to Elrann, her eyes on the stage. Ryn had reached it, and leaped up onto it to join Sagar, the green-haired girl and Zigfrid. “At least not yet. I don't want to give away that I am here in Farr. News will travel fast, and it's too dangerous. The Empire cannot know of my whereabouts. And we need to keep an eye on that green-haired actress. I think she's Jewel-touched. Depending on how this goes, we may need to go after her once the play is finished.”“Oh right; I see,” said Elrann. “Alrighty then. Let's see what happens. This is Quel, by the way.” She gestured with a thumb towards the hooded stranger.“Hello, Quel,” Nuthea said to him.“Hello, miss,” said Quel in an Umbarian accent. He gave a little wave from his side of Elrann.“I am sure you have a good reason for bringing him along,” Nuthea said to the engineer, “and that you will explain everything once this fiasco is over?”“Yep!” Elrann smiled. “Sure do, and sure will!”“Alright then,” said Nuthea. “Keep an eye on the green-haired girl, like I said.”“Okeydokey.”With that, she sat back in her chair and watched utter carnage unfold in front of her.*Ryn landed on the wooden stage with a thump, extinguishing the flames around his feet just in time to avoid setting it on fire. His knees absorbed the shock as two little stabs of pain.“Sagar!” he tried calling again. “What in the name of the One are you doing? Get off the stage!”Sagar had his swords out and was waving them around haphazardly in front of the huge green dragon, so obviously drunk it hurt to look at him. He twisted around to address Ryn.“Whadyou mean, pup?” he slurred indignantly, almost falling over from the twist. “Theresh a bloody great dragon here! We need to kill it before it eatsh the prinshesh! Death and glory!”He continued round into a full turn and threw a clumsy swipe at the dragon, which merely took a step backwards, but also bared its teeth and growled, black smoke issuing from its nostrils.A little way away the green-haired girl stood wide-eyed and pale with her mouth open, fists in tight balls. She looked as though she had absolutely no idea what to do.“What do you think you are doing, you insolent wretches?” the lead actor, Zigfrid, shouted at them from his own place on the stage. “How dare you interrupt my great debut Farrian performance! Get off, both of you, now, or I will have Riss here set the drake on you!”“Er, I'm sorry, sir…” Ryn fumbled his words. “My friend here–”“Whadyou mean ‘what are we doing'?” said Sagar, turning on the actor and swaying slightly in place. He pointed behind him with his sword. “Hash everyone gone blind? There'sh a kufeing great dragon here to be shlain!”“That dragon is a part of my magnum opus!” said Zigfrid, quivering with anger. “The magnum opus which you are interrupting and ruining!”“Your magna wha'?” said Sagar.“The play, you fool! My great work! The dragon is part of the show! It won't hurt you! Now get off my stage or I will hurt you! If you don't get off now and stop interrupting my play I will run you through, you drunken fool! This sword is real, you know!” The armoured actor rattled the blade that hung from a belt at his side.Sagar's eyes bulged. “A challenge!” He lifted his sword up and pointed it at Zigfrid. “You musht be in kahootsh with the dragon! I will shlay you too if I musht!”“Sagar, don't–” started Ryn, holding up his hands.“Ahwoooooo!” howled Sagar, rushing forwards.Zigfrid spread his feet and drew his own blade even as Sagar reached him.One, two, three clangs, and their blades locked in front of them, each of them staring into the face of the other.Wow, thought Ryn. Not bad. He can handle a sword. Or at least, he can handle a drunk Sagar.Sagar seemed surprised too, from the fact that he didn't react right away. But then he made a pushing motion with his free hand and wind gusted into Zigfrid, sending him tumbling heels-over-head back across the stage.The audience whooped.They were actually cheering and applauding, almost all of them. One large man in the front row was practically falling out of his seat with excitement. A good number of rows back, Ryn spotted golden hair. Nuthea. Her mouth was a tight line and her head was tilted down slightly. She stared daggers at him from across the theatre. End this now, her stare seemed to say.“Godsdammit!” swore Zigfird, clambering to his feet with a clanking of tin armour over on the far side of the stage where Sagar had gusted him to. He had dropped his sword and lost his crown somewhere on the way over. “Nobody upstages Zigfrid Alanthreonusson! I don't know how you did that, but you've forced me to do this, you rampaging plebian!”The actor flicked back his blue hair, then thrust forward two hands, palms outstretched.“LEO!” Zigfrid yelled, loud and theatrically.There was a flash of light, and an enormous blue lion appeared on the stage in front of him, complete with flowing mane.Ryn blinked in shock.He had seen pictures of lions in books, but he didn't think they were meant to be as big as this. It was nearly the same size as the dragon on the other side of the stage.It had very pale blue-tinged fur, almost white, but its thick, rugged mane was a deeper, royal blue. Its facial features were almost human, but for the feline nose, Ryn could see from the other side of the stage near Sagar. Like the dragon, its big black eyes had a personality to them.It crouched low now, terrible strength gathering in the bulging muscles of its legs, tensing its huge clawed paws, scratching the stage.How is this happening? Ryn wondered. Then he realised. The Spirit Carnelian that Nuthea mentioned. Zigfrid must be Jewel-touched too! He's summoned a spirit!Sagar's forehead contorted into a skew-whiff frown.“LEO, KILL!” shouted Zigfrid.The lion roared, bass and brutal, and pounced at Sagar.“No!” Ryn called out at the same time as someone else.The dragon sprang towards Sagar too from the other direction and smacked him to one side with a leg.The skypirate tumbled over the edge of the stage, bounced on the floor, rolled a couple of times and landed on his back at the feet of the front row.The audience went wild. The large man in the front row, whom Sagar had landed in front of, seemed to almost be wetting himself with excitement.Two inhuman roars echoed through the theatre.The massive blue lion was standing up on its hind legs, its paws locked against the clawed feet of the dragon. It snapped at the dragon's neck, but the dragon drew back its head, then darted in to bite at the face of the lion, who backed off in turn. The two of them wrestled and writhed, roaring and snapping at each other, trying to land a bite on the other's body.The animals broke apart and crouched a few paces away from one another, panting and growling from their bout.“Riss!” shouted Zigfrid across the stage, radiating fury. “How dare you combat my summon with your own to defend that barbarian?!”“You were going to kill him!” the girl yelled back in a horrified voice, the first thing that Ryn had heard her say since he had been up onstage. “He didn't deserve that!”Zigfrid shook with fury. “Disrespect! You will be disciplined for this, child, make no mistake! Leo, put down that dragon!”The lion crouched low once more to pounce.Ryn had very little idea what was going on, but he knew whose side he was on.As the lion leapt to attack again, Ryn put out his hands and shouted “FIRE!”Flames blossomed in the air and rushed over the lion.It stopped in its tracks immediately, shrinking back and covering its face with its paws, making a mewling, whining sound.Ryn ceased the flames.Guilt pulled at his guts immediately. He had scorched the lion's fur brown and black. But it had been about to hurt the dragon, and possibly the girl, hadn't it? And it's just a spirit. Isn't it?“What deviltry is this?” said Zigfrid, then promptly fainted. He keeled over backwards and hit the stage with a smack. The blue lion disappeared at once.The audience went crazy. They gave a standing ovation, almost all of them getting to their feet, holding up their hands, clapping and hollering so that the noise of their praise filled the theatre.“You can project fire?” said the girl over the din, staring at Ryn across the stage, eyes like two green-tinted full moons.“Er, yes,” Ryn said simply.The girl nodded, and something in her eyes seemed to betray a decision. “Please, quick, follow me!”The girl ran off the stage, past the curtain which hung to one side of it, then down some steps that led from backstage to a door.Ryn sprinted after her, got halfway down the steps, then remembered.“Wait a second!” he called after the girl. “I just need to get something!”He turned and ran back onstage, where Sagar, having somehow managed to sheathe his swords and climb back up even in his drunkenness, was beaming at the applauding crowd, waving at them, and taking bows as they whistled and hollered and cheered.“Come on, Sagar!” Ryn grabbed his hand and yanked him off the stage, back down the steps and through the door after the green-haired girl.“They love me!” Sagar declared as Ryn pulled him along. “They love me!”The stage door banged shut behind them. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit sagaofthejewels.substack.com

Was passiert, wenn eine Journalistin zur Bedrohung erklärt wird – nur weil sie berichtet, was sie sieht?Was, wenn nicht mehr der Inhalt zählt, sondern wer ihn ausspricht?Alina Lipp lebt auf der Krim. Sie berichtet vom Krieg – aus russischer Perspektive. Und wird dafür geächtet. Sanktioniert von der EU, verbannt aus dem Schengenraum, entrechtet durch Kontosperrung und digitale Auslöschung. Keine Klage, kein Verfahren – nur das Urteil: untragbar.Doch Alina schweigt nicht. Sie erzählt, was sie erlebt: Zwangsrekrutierungen in der Ukraine, darunter Kinder, Ältere, Menschen mit Behinderung. LKW-Fahrer, die unwissentlich für Drohnenangriffe eingesetzt werden. Und eine Gesellschaft in Russland, die zwischen Wut, Müdigkeit und Entschlossenheit schwankt.Gleichzeitig beschreibt sie eine westliche Welt, in der Wahrheit zur Verhandlungsmasse wird. In der Medien nicht mehr aufklären, sondern orchestrieren. In der kritische Stimmen verschwinden – nicht durch Gewalt, sondern durch Schweigen.Was bleibt, ist ein Gespräch, das nicht einordnet, sondern aufdeckt. Kein Streit der Meinungen, sondern ein Riss in der Realität. Klar, ruhig, erschütternd.__Weitere Infos zu Alina Lipp:Telegram: https://t.me/neuesausrussland TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@neuesausrussland Alinas Film "Donbass - Auf der Suche nach der Wahrheit" (Teil 1): https://rutube.ru/video/7538fa1bb56a7eb1147f30f2f7d48b81/ “TROTZ” - Eines Dokumentation über Alina und ihre Arbeit mit deutschen Untertiteln: https://vk.com/shmel_chik?w=wall-218275353_268 __

Der TGV ist das Flaggschiff auf den Gleisen Frankreichs. Doch er ist auch ein Symbol für den Riss durch die französische Gesellschaft: Während Großstädter sein Tempo feiern, fühlen sich Bürger in ländlichen Gebieten vom Bahnnetz abgehängt. Mönch, Niklas www.deutschlandfunk.de, Hintergrund

Immer muss jemand da sein, der sich kümmert. Der das Essen kocht, die Dienstreise des Partners vorbereitet, das Haus in Ordnung hält, den Müll rausbringt und den Müllplatz an der Ecke sauber hält. Fast immer ist die Person, die sich kümmert, die den ganzen mental load trägt, eine Frau. Hier ist es Momoko, die wir begleiten. Niemand bedankt sich bei ihr, sie wird noch nicht einmal gesehen, sie ist eine unsichtbare Ehefrau, für niemanden von Bedeutung, auch nicht für den eigenen Ehemann. Und ab hier spoilern wir (auch im Podcast). Vor Jahren war sie die Geliebte ihres jetzigen Ehemanns und jetzt ist sie die Betrogene, denn ihr Mann hat eine neue Geliebte und wird sie verlassen. Alle Fassaden, die sie aufgebaut, beginnen zu wanken, ihre Lieblingstasse bekommt einen Riss, der Müllplatz geht in Flammen auf. Wortwörtlich tiefvergrabene Tragödien dringen ans Tageslicht. Momoko muss sich allem stellen. Der Film ist ein Slowburner, wie Karoline sagt, er gewinnt langsam aber sicher an Intensität. Morigaki bleibt konsequent an seiner Hauptperson, wir sind ganz nah dabei, folgen Momoko in ihrer Verzweiflung. Sehr sehenswert, hallt lange nach. Am Mikrofon direkt nach dem Film: Karoline, René von den Abspannguckern und Thomas.

Ein plötzlicher Riss in der Wand einer Herzkranzarterie, medizinisch spricht man von einer spontanen Koronararteriendissektion – kurz SCAD –, ist meist ein lebensbedrohliches Ereignis. Da es so selten ist, wissen selbst Ärzte oft nur wenig darüber. Was spürt man als Patient? Gibt es Warnsignale oder bestimmte Risikofaktoren? Wie geht es nach einer SCAD weiter? Darüber rede ich in dieser imPULS-Folge mit Dr. rer. nat. Ulrike Strecker. Die Biologin hat nach einer SCAD eine Selbsthilfegruppe gegründet, denn es gibt einige PatientInnen, die das gleiche Schicksal teilen.

Offener Dissens zwischen dem CSU-Landesgruppenchef Alexander Hoffmann und dem CDU-Außenpolitiker Johannes Wadephul. Wadephul bekommt deutlichen Widerspruch dafür, dass er deutsche Waffenexporte nach Israel überprüfen lassen will. Rasmus Buchsteiner berichtet von der Fraktionsebene im Bundestag, wie offen heute über den Streit zwischen den Schwesterparteien gesprochen wurde – und analysiert gemeinsam mit Rixa Fürsen, wie tief der Riss tatsächlich ist. Außerdem:Jürgen Klöckner erklärt, wie die deutsche Autoindustrie Druck auf Friedrich Merz ausübt – noch bevor dieser morgen zu seinem Antrittsbesuch bei Donald Trump in die USA reist. Es geht darum, dass Merz ohne Wirtschaftsdelegation fliegt, welche unberechenbaren Situationen mit dem US-Präsidenten ihn erwarten – und um die Frage, was der Kanzler überhaupt anzubieten hat. Den POLITICO PRO-Newsletter Industrie & Handel gibt es ab heute. Infos dazu und ein kostenloses Probe-Abo findet ihr hier.  Das Berlin Playbook als Podcast gibt es morgens um 5 Uhr. Gordon Repinski und das POLITICO-Team bringen euch jeden Morgen auf den neuesten Stand in Sachen Politik — kompakt, europäisch, hintergründig. Und für alle Hauptstadt-Profis: Unser Berlin Playbook-Newsletter liefert jeden Morgen die wichtigsten Themen und Einordnungen. Hier gibt es alle Informationen und das kostenlose Playbook-Abo. Mehr von Berlin Playbook-Host und Executive Editor von POLITICO in Deutschland, Gordon Repinski, gibt es auch hier:   Instagram: @gordon.repinski | X: @GordonRepinski. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In this JCO Article Insights episode, host Michael Hughes summarizes "Co-Occurrence of Cytogenetic Abnormalities and High-Risk Disease in Newly Diagnosed and Relapsed/Refractory Multiple Myeloma" by Kaiser et al, published February 18, 2025, followed by an interview with JCO Associate Editor Suzanne Lentzsch. Transcript Michael Hughes: Welcome to this episode of JCO Article Insights. This is Michael Hughes, JCO's editorial fellow. Today I have the privilege and pleasure of interviewing Dr. Suzanne Lentzsch on the “Co-Occurrence of Cytogenetic Abnormalities and High-Risk Disease in Newly Diagnosed and Relapsed/Refractory Multiple Myeloma” by Dr. Kaiser and colleagues. At the time of this recording, our guest has disclosures that will be linked in the transcript. The urge to identify patients with aggressive disease, which is the first step in any effort to provide personalized medical care, is intuitive to physicians today. Multiple myeloma patients have experienced heterogeneous outcomes since we first started characterizing the disease. Some patients live for decades after treatment. Some, irrespective of treatment administered, exhibit rapidly relapsing disease. We term this ‘high-risk myeloma'. The Durie-Salmon Risk Stratification System, introduced in 1975, was the first formal effort to identify those patients with aggressive, high-risk myeloma. However, the introduction of novel approaches in therapeutic agents—autologous stem cell transplantation with melphalan conditioning, proteasome inhibitors like bortezomib, or immunomodulatory drugs like lenalidomide—rendered the Durie-Salmon system a less precise predictor of outcomes. The International Staging System in 2005, predicated upon the burden of disease as measured by beta-2 microglobulin and serum albumin, was the second attempt at identifying high-risk myeloma. It was eventually supplanted by the Revised International Staging System (RISS) in 2015, which incorporated novel clinical and cytogenetic markers and remains the primary way physicians think about the risk of progression or relapse in multiple myeloma. Much attention has been focused on the canonically high-risk cytogenetic abnormalities in myeloma, typically identified by fluorescence in situ hybridization: translocation t(4;14), translocation t(14;16), translocation t(14;20), and deletion of 17p. Much attention also has been focused on the fact that intermediate-risk disease, as defined by the RISS, has been shown to be a heterogeneous subgroup in terms of survival outcomes. The RISS underwent revision in 2022 to account for such heterogeneity and has become the R2-ISS, published here in the Journal of Clinical Oncology first in 2022. Translocations t(14;16) and t(14;20) were removed, and gain or amplification of 1q was added. Such revisions to core parts of a modern risk-stratification system reflect the fact that myeloma right now is in flux, both in treatment paradigms and risk-stratification systems. The field in recent years has undergone numerous remarkable changes, from the advent of anti-CD38 agents to the introduction of cellular and bispecific therapies, to the very technology we use to investigate genetic lesions. The major issue is that we're seeing numerous trials using different criteria for the definition of high-risk multiple myeloma. This is a burgeoning problem and speaks very much now to a critical need for an effort to consolidate all these criteria on at least cytogenetic lesions as we move into an era of response-adapted treatment strategies. The excellent article by Kaiser and colleagues, published in the February 2024 edition of the JCO, does just that in a far-ranging meta-analysis of data from 24 prospective therapeutic trials. All 24 trials were phase II or III randomized controlled trials for newly diagnosed and relapsed/refractory multiple myeloma. The paper takes a federated analysis approach: participants provided summaries and performed prespecified uniform analyses. The high-risk cytogenetic abnormalities examined were translocation t(4;14), gain or amplification of 1q, deletion of 17p, and translocation t(14;16), if included in the original trials. All of these were collected into zero, single, or double-hit categories, not unlike the system currently present in diffuse large B-cell lymphomas. The outcomes studied were progression-free survival and overall survival, with these analyses adhering to modified ITT principles. The authors also performed prespecified subgroup analyses in the following: transplant-eligible newly diagnosed myeloma, transplant non-ineligible newly diagnosed myeloma, and relapsed/refractory myeloma. They, in addition, described heterogeneity by the I2 statistic, which, if above 50%, denotes substantial heterogeneity by the Cochrane Review Handbook, and otherwise performed sensitivity analyses and assessed bias to confirm the robustness of their results. In terms of those results, looking at the data collected, there was an appropriate spread of anti-CD38-containing and non-containing trials. 7,724 patients were evaluable of a total 13,926 enrolled in those 24 trials: 4,106 from nine trials in transplant-eligible myeloma, 1,816 from seven trials in transplant non-ineligible myeloma, and 1,802 from eight trials in relapsed/refractory disease. ISS stage for all patients was relatively evenly spread: stage I, 34.5%; stage II, 37%; stage III, 24%. In terms of high-risk cytogenetic lesions, double-hit disease was present in 13.8% of patients, and single-hit disease was present in 37.4%. In terms of outcomes, Kaiser and colleagues found a consistent separation in survival outcomes when the cohort was stratified by the number of high-risk cytogenetic lesions present. For PFS, the hazard ratio was for double-hit 2.28, for single-hit 1.51, without significant heterogeneity. For overall survival, the hazard ratio was for double-hit disease 2.94, single-hit disease 1.69, without significant heterogeneity except in patients with double-hit disease at 56.5%. By clinical subgroups, hazard ratios remained pretty consistent with the overall cohort analysis. In transplant-eligible newly diagnosed myeloma, the hazard ratio for progression is 2.53, overall survival 4.17. For transplant non-ineligible, 1.97 progression, 2.31 mortality. Relapsed/refractory disease progression 2.05, overall mortality 2.21, without significant heterogeneity. Of trials which started recruitment since 2015, that is to say, since daratumumab was FDA approved and thus since an anti-CD38 agent was incorporated into these regimens, analysis revealed the same results, with double-hit myeloma still experiencing worse survival by far of the three categories analyzed. Risk of bias overall was low by advanced statistical analysis. In terms of subgroup analysis, double-hit results for transplant-eligible newly diagnosed myeloma may have been skewed by smaller study effects, where the upper bound of the estimated hazard ratio for mortality reached into the 15 to 20 range. In conclusion, from a massive amount of data comes a very elegant way to think about the role certain cytogenetic abnormalities play in multiple myeloma. A simple number of lesions - zero, one, or at least two - can risk-stratify. This is a powerful new prognostic biomarker candidate and, somewhat soberingly, also may confirm, or at least suggests, that anti-CD38 agents are unable to overcome the deleterious impact of certain biologic characteristics of myeloma. Where do we go from here? This certainly needs further a priori prospective validation. This did not include cellular therapies. The very scale at which this risk-stratification system operates, agnostic to specific genetic lesion, let alone point mutations, lends itself also to further exploration. And to discuss this piece further, we welcome the one and only Dr. Suzanne Lentzsch to the episode. Dr. Lentzsch serves as an associate editor for JCO and is a world-renowned leader at the bleeding edge of plasma cell dyscrasia research. Dr. Lentzsch, there are several new investigations which suggest that translocation t(4;14), for example, is itself a heterogeneous collection of patients. There are other studies which suggest that point mutations in oncogenes like TP53, which were not assessed in Kaiser et al., carry substantial detrimental impact. Is this classification system - no-hit, single-hit, double-hit - too broad a look at tumor genetics? And how do you think we will end up incorporating ever more detailed investigations into the genetics of multiple myeloma moving forward? Dr. Suzanne Lentzsch: Michael, first of all, excellent presentation of that very important trial. Great summary. And of course, it's a pleasure to be here with JCO and with you to discuss that manuscript. Let me go back a little bit to high-risk multiple myeloma. I think over the last years, we had a lot of information on what is high-risk multiple myeloma, and I just want to mention a couple of things, that we separate not only cytogenetically high-risk multiple myeloma, we also have functional high-risk multiple myeloma, with an early relapse after transplant, within 12 months, or two years after start of treatment for the non transplant patients, which is difficult to assess because you cannot decide whether this is a high-risk patient before you start treatment. You only know that in retrospective. Other forms of high-risk: extramedullary disease, circulating tumor cells/plasma cell dyscrasia, patients who never achieve MRD positivity, extramedullary multiple myeloma, or even age and frailty is a high risk for our patients. Then we have gene expression and gene sequencing. So there is so much information currently to really assess what is high-risk multiple myeloma, that is very difficult to find common ground and establish something for future clinical trials. So what Dr. Kaiser did was really to develop a very elegant system with information we should all have. He used four factors: translocation t(14;16), t(4;14), gain or amplification of 1q, and deletion of 17p. Of course, this is not the entire, I would say, information we have on high risk, but I think it's a good standard. It's a very elegant system to really classify a standard single-hit, double-hit, high-risk multiple myeloma, which can be used for all physicians who treat multiple myeloma, and especially, it might also work in resource-scarce settings. So, ultimately, I think that system is an easy-to-use baseline for our patients and provides the best information we can get, especially with a baseline, in order to compare clinical trials or to compare any data in the future. Michael Hughes: Thank you, Dr. Lentzsch. To the point that you made about this isn't the full story. There does, as you said, exist this persistent group of functional high-risk multiple myeloma where we see standard-risk cytogenetics, but these patients ultimately either exhibit primary refractory disease or very early relapse despite aggressive, standard aggressive treatment. How do you see risk-stratification systems incorporating other novel biomarkers for such patients? Is it truly all genetic? Or is next-generation sequencing, gene expression profiling, is that the answer? Or is there still a role for characterizing tumor burden? Dr. Suzanne Lentzsch: Excellent question, Michael, and I wish I would have the glass ball to answer that question. I see some problems with the current approach we have. First of all, to do the cytogenetics, you need good material. You only detect and identify what you have. If the bone marrow is of low quality, you have mainly peripheral blood in your bone marrow biopsy, you might not really fully have a representation of all cytogenetic changes in your bone marrow. So I think with a low-quality sample, that you might miss one or the other really cytogenetic high risk. So, having said this, I think circulating tumor cells, that might be something we will look into in the future, because circulating tumor cells are readily available, can be assessed without doing a bone marrow biopsy. And what is even more exciting, in addition to the circulating tumor cells or plasma cells, using them is next-generation sequencing. I think at the moment, we are more in a collection phase where we really try to correlate sequencing with our cytogenetics and especially to establish next-generation sequencing in all of our patients. But I think after that collection phase, maybe in the future, collecting peripheral blood and doing sequencing on peripheral blood samples might be the way to go. In addition, I don't want to forget the imaging. We started with a skeletal survey, and we know that you probably need to lose 30% of the bone before you see a lesion at all. So having imaging, such as diffusion-weighted imaging, whole-body MRI, is also, together with sequencing of the tumor cells, a step into the right direction. Michael Hughes: Thank you, Dr. Lentzsch. Bringing this back to the article at hand, how has Kaiser et al. changed the way we discuss myeloma with patients in the exam room? Dr. Suzanne Lentzsch: I think we have more data on hand. So far, we talked about standard risk and high risk, but I think right now, with a very simple system, we can go into the room and we can tell the patient, "Listen, you don't have any of those cytogenetic abnormalities. I think you have a standard risk. We might give you a simple maintenance treatment with Revlimid." But we might also go into the room and say, "I'm really concerned. You have so-called double-hit multiple myeloma. You have high-risk and at least two of those abnormal cytogenetics which we discussed, and I think you need a more intense maintenance treatment, for instance, double maintenance." I think we know that a high-risk multiple myeloma can be brought into a remission, but the problem that we have is to keep those patients into a remission. So, I think a more intense treatment, for instance, with a double maintenance, or with consolidation after transplant, and a longer and more intense treatment is justified in patients who have that truly high-risk multiple myeloma described here. Michael Hughes: Dr. Lentzsch, thank you so much for your time and your wisdom. Dr. Suzanne Lentzsch: My pleasure. Thank you for having me. Michael Hughes: Listeners, thank you for listening to JCO Article Insights. Please come back for more interviews and article summaries, and be sure to leave us a rating and review so others can find our show. For more podcasts and episodes from ASCO, please visit ASCO.org/podcasts.   The purpose of this podcast is to educate and to inform. This is not a substitute for professional medical care and is not intended for use in the diagnosis or treatment of individual conditions. Guests on this podcast express their own opinions, experience, and conclusions. Guest statements on the podcast do not express the opinions of ASCO. The mention of any product, service, organization, activity, or therapy should not be construed as an ASCO endorsement.

durée : 00:04:28 - La lutte enchantée - par : Camille Crosnier - Aujourd'hui c'est l'humoriste Swann Périssé qui signe la Lutte Enchantée, pour nous parler de nos secrets collectifs.

Eine zerrissene Designer-Couch, heimlicher Versicherungsbetrug und die Traumhochzeit des Jahres: anredo und BastiMasti nehmen euch mit auf eine absurde Achterbahnfahrt durch ihren Alltag. Juristisch einwandfrei und rhetorisch kaputtgebumst. Basti steht kurz davor, zum Lieblingsklienten deutscher Rechtsschutzversicherungen zu avancieren. Warum? Der harmlose Airbnb-Trip zur belgischen Mormonenfamilie (ihr erinnert euch, Folge 361) endet nun im Rechtsstreit um ein Designer-Sofa mit rätselhaftem Riss. War's ein Fall von „kaputtgebumst“ im Stil alter Schmuddelstreifen – oder doch Versicherungsbetrug deluxe? Während Basti mit Almann-Paragrafen wedelt, durchsucht anredo das Bumsegesetzbuch nach der Antwort. Die beiden wühlen sich durch Pferdedecken, indische Essensreste und klären, wie laut ein Sofa reißen kann, wenn es angeblich keiner war. Spoiler: Schuld ist am Ende immer der mit der dicksten Haftpflicht. Doch das ist nicht alles. Das Medienspektakel des Jahres steht an: Zwei Weltstars heiraten – exklusiv hinter der Paywall eines Boulevardportals. Die Namen? Geheim. Glamour? Trash-TV pur. Basti und anredo sezieren das Geschäftsmodell zwischen Wedding-Pass, Insta-Fame und der Frage: Fünf Euro für eine Promi-Hochzeit oder lieber ein 24er-Pack Teelichter bei Ikea? Dazu wilde Spekulationen über fließende Millionen und neue Schadensersatzforderungen. Gönnt euch ein teuflisches Heißgetränk und genießt diese Episode rundfunk 17.

Lavar a loiça relaxa? Um voo de carro e pessoas que só viajam para comer.

Die Halbwertzeit der Reichskabinette war während der Weimarer Republik bekanntlich kurz, und auch die seit Januar 1925 amtierende Regierung des parteilosen, der DVP nahestehenden Kanzlers Hans Luther war äußerst brüchig. Außer Volkspartei , Deutschnationalen und Bayerischer Volkspartei, die bei der zurückliegenden Präsidentenwahl den letztlich siegreichen Paul von Hindenburg unterstützt hatten, gehörten jener auch Zentrum und DDP an, welche auf den Gegenkandidaten Wilhelm Marx gesetzt hatten. Die SPD, in Sachen Marx mit Zentrum und DDP verbündet, spekulierte auf diesen Riss, der durch das Kabinett ging und versuchte Luther mit einem Misstrauensantrag zu stürzen. Weshalb dieser misslang und weshalb die Sozialdemokraten dennoch Grund zu Optimismus zu haben glaubten, entnehmen wir der Parteizeitung Hamburger Echo vom 21. Mai, in der Rosa Leu für uns gestöbert hat.

Donna and her guests, John and Riss, share their experience and process of writing in community with survivors of sexual trauma just as they do in the Time To Tell online writing circles. Riss Myung is a Traditional Chinese Medicine apprentice and Mind-Body Coach for survivors desiring to overcome perfectionism, people-pleasing, and other patterns ingrained in their nervous system. As founder of Rewrite with Riss, Riss hosts online generative writing circles to build community and create a platform for writers to be published. John P is a corporate executive who has survived trouble and now teaches yoga in prisons, writes poetry and composes music.In This Episodewww.timetotell.org@timetotellproject on Instagram@timetotellproject on Tik TokRiss: @rewritewithriss on Instagram---If you'd like to support The Trauma Therapist Podcast and the work I do you can do that here with a monthly donation of $5, $7, or $10: Donate to The Trauma Therapist Podcast.Click here to join my email list and receive podcast updates and other news.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-trauma-therapist--5739761/support.

Nouvelle semaine, nouveau sketch. Pour le titre du sketch, ce n'est pas ce que vous croyez. Faites du bruit pour Swann Périssé !Et pour ne pas manquer les prochains épisodes de Montreux Comedy Edition Audio, abonnez-vous sur vos plateformes de podcasts préférées !Envie d'assister au Montreux Comedy Festival 2025 ?

What's good Squad? We are expanding our reach with the Shea Butter FC Network to expand our media coverage! Episode Two of the Current Moment Features ThomBomb talking to Sylvs and diving into: Jamaica vs. Mexico experience at CPKC and Thom's First NT game under Shea Butter Preview of the San Diego vs KC game Welcome Thombomb and Riss to the SBFC Street Team and follow them on Bluesky : Thombomb - thombomb816.bsky.social

Dans le cadre de notre semaine spéciale de replay [Genre & alimentation], (re)écoutez l'épisode [#22 - Swann Périssé, humoriste écoféministe, passe Sur le Grill d'Écotable].Pour cet épisode au format [Personnalité], partez à la rencontre de Swann Périssé, humoriste pétillante, drôle et engagée pour les causes féministe et écologique.Dans cette interview décomplexée et sans langue de bois, vous découvrirez son parcours atypique, de ses études à Sciences Po à sa virée de deux ans en caravane, pour finalement créer sa société de production et faire des spectacles d'humour.Il sera également question, entre autres, de la responsabilité des influenceurs à parler d'écologie et du syndrome de l'imposteur qu'ils peuvent parfois ressentir. L'humoriste partagera aussi son expérience du jeûne pendant une semaine, et dans quelle mesure cela a modifié son rapport à l'alimentation. S'il en fallait, Swann est la preuve que l'humour n'a pas besoin d'être ancré dans des clichés dépassés pour être drôle, et qu'il constitue une formidable arme politique.Bonne écoute ! ***Où la retrouver ?En tournée dans toute la France pour son spectacle "Calme" du 4 avril au 29 juin 2024Sur son podcast "Y'a plus de saisons"Sur ses chaînes Youtube @SwannPerisse et @VertchezvousSur son compte Instagram @swannperisseSa recommandation de restaurant ?Hakko, restaurant végétarien à MontpellierSes recommandations de podcasts ?"Un podcast à soi", animé par Charlotte Bienaimé"Les couilles sur la table" animé par Victoire Tuaillon"La poudre", animé par Lauren BastideSon conseil de film ?"Woman at war", réalisé par Benedikt Erlingsson ***Pour nous soutenir : - Abonnez-vous à notre podcast ;- Donnez votre avis en mettant des étoiles et des commentaires sur votre plateforme d'écoute préférée ;- Parlez d'Écotable et de son podcast autour de vous ;- Allez manger dans nos restaurants vertueux et délicieux ! ***Écotable est une entreprise dont la mission est d'accompagner les acteurs du secteur de la restauration dans leur transition écologique. Elle propose aux restaurateurs une palette d'outils sur la plateforme https://impact.ecotable.fr/. Écotable possède également un label qui identifie les restaurants écoresponsables dans toute la France sur le site https://ecotable.fr/fr. Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Nathalie Renoux passe une heure avec Riss, auteur de "Ainsi soient-ils... A la recherche de la foi", un film et un livre dans lequel le dessinateur s'interroge sur le divin, le blasphème, et l'humour dans les trois grandes religions monothéistes. Ecoutez Le Journal Inattendu avec Nathalie Renoux du 12 avril 2025.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Nathalie Renoux passe une heure avec Riss, auteur de "Ainsi soient-ils... A la recherche de la foi", un film et un livre dans lequel le dessinateur s'interroge sur le divin, le blasphème, et l'humour dans les trois grandes religions monothéistes. Ecoutez Le Journal Inattendu avec Nathalie Renoux du 12 avril 2025.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Chaque premier mercredi du mois, découvrez un nouvel épisode de la saison 4 de Yellow Mic, le podcast qui retrace l'histoire derrière une bonne vanne, de son ébauche, jusqu'à son arrivée sur la scène du Montreux Comedy Festival.Dans cet épisode, Swann Périssé parle de son mode de vie et du milieu alternatif et révèle les coulisses de son sketch au Montreux Comedy Festival 2024.Envie d'assister à la prochaine édition du Montreux Comedy Festival ?

Frau Wau hat einen Riss im Ohr. Thilo erfährt von Mama, dass sie vor langer Zeit ein Entenküken gerettet hat. Dabei war sie sehr, sehr mutig. Aber was ist dabei mit ihrem Ohr passiert? Thilo will alles ganz genau wissen. (Eine Geschichte von Anna Lott, erzählt von Svetlana Belesova)

Pour écouter l'épisode en entier tapez "#460 - Riss - Charlie Hebdo - Toujours se battre pour la liberté" sur votre plateforme d'écoute.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

“J'ai envie d'utiliser le dessin pour jouir de la liberté qu'il y a dans ce pays.”Riss — Laurent Sourisseau — n'est pas juste un survivant de l'attentat de Charlie Hebdo, ni seulement le directeur des rédactions du journal. Il est aujourd'hui l'un des derniers remparts visibles de la liberté d'expression en France.Blessé par balle le 7 janvier 2015, il reprend rapidement la tête du journal et en devient l'unique directeur de publication. Mais dans cet épisode, on ne revient presque pas sur l'attaque.Nous avons cherché à comprendre le fond, le : "pourquoi on en est arrivés là", et surtout : "comment on continue à tenir debout".Fasciné par les dessins déstabilisant depuis son enfance, Riss travaille sa patte artistique et devient caricaturiste pour exprimer les non-dits qui rongent les peuples.Il assume un athéisme frontal, et une critique radicale de toutes les religions. Son combat est clair : permettre à tous et surtout aux jeunes de penser par eux-mêmes en brisant les prisons mentales, familiales ou culturelles.On a parlé de beaucoup de choses. Sans filtre :Où en est-on de la démocratie en AmériqueComment Charlie Hebdo sert et défie la gauche française depuis 50 ansPourquoi la satire est un exercice si exigent et importantL'athéisme : qu'est-ce que ça signifie réellementComment exercer sa méchanceté de manière “civilisée”Riss dit ce qu'il pense. Même si ça dérange. Et c'est peut-être ça, le vrai luxe dans notre époque tiède : oser l'irrévérence lucide.Un épisode essentiel pour réfléchir, douter et se rappeler que la liberté ne tient parfois qu'à un trait de crayon.TIMELINE:00:00:00 : L'attrait pour les dessins qui déstabilisent00:12:56 : Nivellement par le bas : la culture du manga et les dessins d'aujourd'hui00:22:14 : L'audace de diffuser ce qui ne pourrait pas être publié ailleurs00:31:28 : “Qui aime bien châtie bien” : Charlie Hebdo et la gauche française00:39:51 : Comment faire la transition numérique dans le monde de la presse00:52:42 : Où est la limite dans la satire ?01:10:57 : Comment continuer après les attentats du 7 janvier 201501:24:45 : Qu'en est-il de la démocratie en Amérique ?01:36:11 : Le rôle de la méchanceté face à l'hypocrisie01:44:19 : La complexité des religions et ses multiples courants01:50:45 : Création d'un athée malgré la séduction des religions02:03:05 : Libérer les jeunes des prisons de pensées transmises par le milieu social02:12:26 : Comment Charlie Hebdo demeure indépendant financièrement02:24:06 : Le courage d'user de la liberté d'expression et l'exigence de l'exerciceLes anciens épisodes de GDIY mentionnés#98 Pierre-Édouard Stérin - Smartbox - Entreprendre, gagner des centaines de millions pour tout distribuer à 50 ans#284 - Pierre-Édouard Stérin - Otium Capital - Milliardaire et saint dans une même vieNous avons parlé de :RissCharlie HebdoAinsi soient-ils (documentaire)CabuGébéCabu et le nez de DorothéeHara-Kiri (magazine)François CavannaCharlie x Gisèle PelicotDocumentaire USDessinez Créez LibertéLes recommandations de lecture : Ainsi soient-ils - À la recherche de la foiLes plus belles histoires de pilote, tome 1 : De 1960 à 1969Charlie Liberté - Le journal de leur vieLa gloire de Hara Kiri: Les meilleurs dessins de Hara KiriMes apprentissages : reportages 1930-1946 (Simenon)L'Enquête (Hérodote)Histoire d'HérodoteOeuvres complètes (Tacite)Vous pouvez retrouver Riss sur charliehebdo.fr.La musique du générique vous plaît ? C'est à Morgan Prudhomme que je la dois ! Contactez-le sur : https://studio-module.com. Vous souhaitez sponsoriser Génération Do It Yourself ou nous proposer un partenariat ? Contactez mon label Orso Media via ce formulaire.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

What's good Squad? We are expanding our reach with the Shea Butter FC Network to expand our media coverage! In the inaugural episode of The Current Moment, Thom Bomb previews the match against Washington Spirit with Rose Room founding member Riss Willett. They talk about Spirits' injury issues and defensive shape. Welcome Thombomb and Riss to the SBFC Street Team and follow them on Bluesky : Thombomb - thombomb816.bsky.social Riss - risswillett.bsky.social

Hoje é dia de encontro de gerações com essa dupla cheia de amor, humor e sintonia!

Die USA überziehen Kanada mit Einfuhrzöllen, Donald Trump verhöhnt den kanadischen Premier und droht gar mit einer möglichen Annexion des eigentlich engsten Verbündeten. Die Kanadier fühlen sich verraten vom vermeintlichen besten Freund, stornieren Florida-Urlaube und schmeißen US-amerikanischen Whiskey aus den Supermarktregalen. Mit ARD-Korrespondent Martin Ganslmeier blicken wir auf Kanadas Zukunft, die hat nun der neue Premier Mark Carney in der Hand. Und der wird einen ganz anderen Kurs fahren als sein Vorgänger im Umgang mit den USA. Könnte seine Strategie ein Vorbild sein für Europa? Hinweise: Das Gespräch fand am Montag (10.3.) um 18.30 Uhr statt. Unsere Host spricht an einer Stelle fälschlicherweise von Kanada als Teil des Vereinigten Königreichs. Kanada gehört dem Commonwealth an, ist aber nicht Teil des Vereinigten Königsreichs. Wie sich Europa wegen Trump neu erfinden muss, hört ihr in dieser 11KM-Folge: https://1.ard.de/11KM_Europas_Neufindung Diese und viele weitere Folgen von 11KM findet ihr überall da, wo es Podcasts gibt, auch hier in der ARD Audiothek: https://www.ardaudiothek.de/sendung/11km-der-tagesschau-podcast/12200383/ An dieser Folge waren beteiligt: Folgenautoren: Moritz Fehrle und Caspar von Au Produktion: Regina Stärke, Laura Picerno, Lisa Krumme und Marie-Noelle Svihla Redaktionsleitung: Fumiko Lipp und Lena Gürtler 11KM: der tagesschau-Podcast wird produziert von BR24 und NDR Info. Die redaktionelle Verantwortung für diese Episode liegt beim NDR.

Aujourd'hui on se retrouve pour le quatre-vingtième numéro #LeClicDAlix.Pour l'épisode 80 c'est Gaspard G qui se prête au jeu.Gaspard s'est installé sur mon canap' pour une longue discussion d'une heure sur son parcours : de son enfance marquée par le harcèlement scolaire à l'éveil de sa curiosité et de son esprit d'enquêteur. On a discuté de la vision de son métier hybride, naviguant entre les réseaux sociaux et médias traditionnels ou encore des dessous de ses interviews et enquêtes politiques.J'espère que vous passerez un bon moment avec nous.POUR RETROUVER GASPARDSur Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/gaspard_g/Sur Tiktok: @gaspardg_Sur Youtube:   Gaspard GCITÉS DANS CETTE VIDÉO:La playlist de vidéos "La véritable histoire de": https://youtu.be/NVaXFEut-YQ?si=MNeJMT9muBjvFBH0La playlist de vidéos enquêtes:  https://youtu.be/ZqoAHaOzfCg?si=DABVmMfhRDnNd5nxL'interview d'Emmanuel Macron en Nouvelle-Calédonie: https://youtu.be/8XyFG219xIY?si=wo2gFboF2RMmXNdWL'interview de François Hollande: https://youtu.be/raMZ3sRf78I?si=pmXtwYECGnNLJJlxL'interview de Riss: https://youtu.be/VpQb-ZBiQu8?si=7iceEnscQzY9a0G1La chaine Youtube de Claire Chazal: @clairechazalytLes créateurs.rices  évoqué.e.s par Gaspard: @sulivangwed @Anthonin @TheoGordyVideo @bennevert @SundyJules @RaisssaGloria @klemo_ @mathildestudy @AntoinevsScience @Cesar_CultureG00:00 - intro01:00 -  Gaspard et son contenu05:47 - Enfance et harcèlement scolaire14:11 - L'année de césure aux USA18:00 - Les débuts sur Youtube20:42 - Les études25:45 - Youtube, un métier28:29 - Intello30:27 - La construction d'enquêtes et d'interview politiques34:55 - L'interview du président42:19 - L'expérience France Inter48:37 - Balance vie pro / persoJ'ai hâte de savoir ce que vous en avez pensé dans les commentaires et surtout, dites moi qui sont les créateurs que vous aimeriez découvrir dans les prochains épisodes ❤️------ Retrouvez Moi Ici ------▶ INSTAGRAM - https://www.instagram.com/alix.grousset/https://www.instagram.com/foodalix/▶ TIKTOK - alixgrousset▶ TWITTER - https://twitter.com/GroussetAlix▶ PODCAST - "Alix Grousset" dispo sur toutes les plateformes▶ BLOG - http://alixgrousset.com▶ CONTACT - grousset.alix@gmail.com--------------------------------------------------------------------- ------Cadrage / Montage et réalisation:  Sarah Veysseyre et Juliette LeignielMixage: William MazureCoiffure:  Virginie MoissonMakeup:   Cassandre PicotGénérique: Tom ChevéCoordination: Florie BodinAnimation et écriture: Alix GroussetHébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Seit dem Beginn des Ukraine-Kriegs geht ein Riss durch die Familie von Dmitrij Kapitelman. Während er an Freunde und Bekannte in Kyjiw denkt, schaut seine Mutter russisches Propaganda-Fernsehen und schimpft auf die Ukraine. Ein kluger und empathischer Roman über unsere Gegenwart. Rezension von Tino Dallmann

Falcke, Eberhard www.deutschlandfunk.de, Büchermarkt

Als politische Autorin hat sich die israelische Schriftstellerin Zeruya Shalev nie bezeichnet, eher erzählen ihre Romane Universelles über die Liebe. In den Literaturagenten erfahren wir, wie radikal sich Shalevs Leben und Schreiben mit dem Überfall der Hamas am 7. Oktober 2023 verändert hat. Literaturagentin Anne-Dore Kron hat Zeruya Shalev getroffen und mit ihr über ihren Protest gegen Netanjahu, über Trauerreden und die Not im Schutzraum gesprochen. Und über ihre Unfähigkeit in diesen Zeiten weiter Romane zu schreiben. Dmitrij Kapitelman ist in Kiew geboren, kam mit 8 Jahren mit seinen Eltern als sogenannter "Kontingentflüchtling" nach Deutschland und musste anlässlich des russischen Angriffs auf die Ukraine miterleben, wie seine Mutter der russischen Propaganda auf den Leim ging. Der Krieg sorgte für einen immer größer werdenden Riss in der eigenen Familie und zu dem Entschluss, nach Kiew zu reisen und sich selbst ein Bild zu machen. Seine grotesken, komischen und tief berührenden Erfahrungen sind in Kapitelmans Roman "Russische Spezialitäten" eingeflossen. Für uns das Buch der Woche! Schönheit ist bekanntlich relativ. Königin Elisabeth I. zum Beispiel rasierte und epilierte sich den Haaransatz, um eine hohe Stirn zu betonen, und sie trug Bleiweiß, um vornehm entrückt zu wirken. Und den Heroin-Schick gab es schon hundert Jahre vorher als Tuberkulose-Kranke als schön galten – woher wir das wissen? Aus Rabea Weihsers "Wie wir schön wurden: Eine Biografie des Gesichts".

We've downed tools - because it's time to reflect on everything that we've learned and felt throughout our big body image series. Join Em and Al to discuss what we've learned through this series - from the history of diet culture to the way the diet landscape is shifting and morphing in front of our eyes. We chat about where we're at with our own body image journeys, how we're going to move forward from this series, and how we might be able to - as a society - fix our relationships with our bodies. Thank you to our brilliant listeners who sent us their voice notes for this episode - we couldn't feature all of them in this episode but we loved listening to them all. A special thanks to: Sophie, Jessica, Marsy, Hannah, Riss, Aimee, Eimear and Catherine from the IVF BFF PodcastIf you want to dig further into diet culture, self-acceptance and making peace with your body - Alex's book You Are Not A Before Picture is available now. You can buy your copy here!If you would like to get in touch - you can email us on shouldideletethatpod@gmail.comFollow us on Instagram:@shouldideletethat@em_clarkson@alexlight_ldnShould I Delete That is produced by Faye LawrenceMusic: Dex RoyStudio Manager: Dex RoyTrailers: Sophie RichardsonVideo Editor: Celia GomezSocial Media Manager: Emma-Kirsty Fraser Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Hanno Kremer, Isabella Kolar www.deutschlandfunkkultur.de, Aus den Archiven

Mel Gibson hat klein David das Herz gebrochen, Robert hingegen wird bei einem Film über einen Riss ganz warm ums Herz. Und dann ist da noch der neue Marvel-Film, der bei den beiden...gar nichts ausgelöst hat. "Flight Risk" stürzt ab, "Captain America" fliegt tief und "The Gorge" erzeugt einen tiefen Graben zwischen unseren Schwaflern. Außerdem waren wir wie immer exklusiv für euch nicht auf der Berlinale, haben die traurigen Zahlen des deutschen Kinojahres 2024 und Rekordmeldungen aus China.00:00 Start10:21 Captain America: Brave New World25:21 Nezhar 231:15 Deutsche Filmförderung Bilanz36:22 Flight Risk59:40 The Gorge59:49 When Evil LurksAlle Werbepartner und weiterführende Infos findest du hier: https://linktr.ee/zweiwiepechundschwafel Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

We've read fake-dating stories before but this one is between two best friends. Here we meet Laniah, a small-business owner who craves privacy and being homebound, and her BFF, Isaac, who is a sensational influencer and artist, living his best life in the limelight. When Laniah's small-business, co-owned with her mother, begins to struggle and is close to shutting down, Isaac springs an idea that he knows would guarantee a turn-around for her business - telling the internet that they are dating. Though Laniah is worried that this would wreck their life-long friendship, she rolls with it. And even though they both start falling for each other (in a non-bff way), Laniah has a tough time accepting how she feels and is worried that her health and their relationship will be ruined if they both accept that they are in love with each other. Join us to see where they end up - or read this book with us! ***We would love and appreciate it if you could subscribe, rate & review! Follow us @ShhhDirtyBooks on FB & IG as well as on our website at ShhhDirtyBooks.com. Thank you for joining us!*** Music by Jim Townsend

Döbler, Katharina www.deutschlandfunkkultur.de, Studio 9

Verena Schmidt entschließt sich nach dem Tod ihres Ehemanns für eine Wanderreise durch die kanadischen Rocky Mountains mit ihrer Tochter: Das haben sie erlebt!

Iouri Podladtchikov hat es wieder getan: alle überrascht. YOLO. Aus dem Nichts kündigt der Snowboard-Olympiasieger sein Comeback an. Vor fünf Jahren hatten schwere Verletzungen seinen Höhenflug beendet. Jetzt will er sich ein versöhnliches Karriereende schenken. Vor zehn Jahren gewann der Zürcher Olympiagold. An der Pressekonferenz danach verriet er sein nächstes Ziel: Er will als Fotograf das Vogue-Cover knipsen – am liebsten mit dem Model Kate Moss. Klare Worte. Doch den Weg dorthin hatte er sich anders vorgestellt. Schwere Kopfverletzungen und ein Riss der Achillessehne verunmöglichten ihm eine weitere Teilnahme an Olympia. Also zog es ihn an eine renommierte Fotoschule nach New York. In der Fotografie konnte er seine Leidenschaft für das Schöne und Ästhetische weiterleben. Doch der grosse Durchbruch als Künstler ist ihm noch nicht gelungen. Kehrt er darum zurück auf die Weltbühne des Sports? ____________________ Habt ihr Feedback, Fragen oder Wünsche? Wir freuen uns auf eure Nachrichten an focus@srf.ch – und wenn ihr euren Freund:innen und Kolleg:innen von uns erzählt. ____________________ «Focus» ist ein Podcast von SRF Host: Donat Hofer https://www.instagram.com/donat.hofer/ Angebotsverantwortung: Anita Richner ____________________ Das ist «Focus»: Ein Gast – eine Stunde. «Focus» ist der SRF-Talk, der Tiefe mit Leichtigkeit verbindet. Nirgends lernt man Persönlichkeiten besser kennen. ____________________ (01:47) Wie bist du heute erwacht? (11:38) Bist du glücklich? (15:45) Biografie (22:00) «Zum Gewinnen muss man eine Million Mal hinfallen.» (24:45) Über sein Comeback (30:20) Iouri der Künstler (46:38) Mentale Stärke

Cette semaine, La Grande Librairie vous fait découvrir certains des plus beaux livres de la rentrée d'hiver avec : Vanessa Springora, Lola Lafon, Sabri Louatah, Constantin Alexandrakis, Clothilde Salelles, Riss & Richard Malka.

See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

I sit down with Fashion Designer, Rachel Riss. We talk about how she started designing, where her inspiration comes from, my favorite dresses in her collection, having 4 kids, advice for new designers, and much more!  Check out her website at https://www.linearcollection.com Follow Rachel IG: https://www.instagram.com/linearcollection  --------------------------------------------------- Sponsors Bombas - So, ready to feel good and do good? Head over to https://Bombas.com/wife and use code wife for 20% off your first purchase.  Shopify - Sign up for a $1 per month trial period at https://shopify.com/wife, all lowercase Aquatru - Get 20% off at http://www.aquatru.com when you use the code “WIFE” at checkout.  --------------------------------------------------- Our next book club book will be “Sociopath: A Memoir” by Ph.D. Patric Gagne   https://amzn.to/3B5wnbI https://bookshop.org/a/97615/9781668003183 LeeAnn Kreischer talks to friends about marriage, family, and being married to the life of the party, comedian Bert Kreischer! --------------------------------------------------- FOLLOW LEEANN: Facebook▶ https://www.facebook.com/wifeotp  Instagram▶ https://www.instagram.com/leeannkreischer  iTunes▶ podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/wife-of-the-party/id1343348729  Official Website & MERCH▶ https://www.wifeotp.com Don't forget to subscribe, rate, and review the podcast! #wifeoftheparty #podcast #leeannkreischer #bertandleeann      Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices