Podcasts about Sami

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Predpôstna nedeľa – ESTOMIHI (Buď mi opevnenou skalou. Žalm 31,3) Vtedy si vzal so Sebou Dvanástich a povedal im: „Hľa, vystupujeme do Jeruzalema a vyplní sa o Synovi človeka všetko, čo napísali proroci.“ Lukáš 18,31 Lukáš 18,31-43 31 Vtedy si vzal so sebou Dvanástich a povedal im: „Hľa, vystupujeme do Jeruzalema a vyplní sa o Synovi človeka všetko, čo napísali proroci. 32 Vydajú ho pohanom, vysmejú ho, potupia a opľujú. 33 Zbičujú ho a zabijú, ale on na tretí deň vstane z mŕtvych.“ 34 Lenže oni ničomu z toho nerozumeli a zmysel týchto slov im zostal skrytý a nechápali, čo povedal. 35 Keď sa Ježiš blížil k Jerichu, pri ceste sedel akýsi slepec a žobral. 36 Keď počul, že tadiaľ prechádza zástup, vypytoval sa, čo je to. 37 Povedali mu, že prichádza Ježiš Nazaretský. 38 Tu vykríkol: „Ježiš, Syn Dávidov, zmiluj sa nado mnou!“ 39 Tí, čo šli vpredu, mu dohovárali, aby mlčal, ale on kričal ešte hlasnejšie: „Syn Dávidov, zmiluj sa nado mnou!“ 40 Vtom Ježiš zastal a rozkázal, aby ho priviedli. Keď sa priblížil, opýtal sa ho: 41 „Čo chceš, aby som ti urobil?“ On odpovedal: „Pane, aby som videl!“ 42 A Ježiš mu povedal: „Pozeraj! Tvoja viera ťa zachránila.“ 43 Hneď začal vidieť, nasledoval ho a oslavoval Boha. Všetok ľud, ktorý to videl, vzdával Bohu chválu. Sú slepí a „slepí“. Jedni majú oči, no nevidia, druhí majú nevidiace oči. Aj my sme „slepí“. Sami nedokážeme vidieť a pochopiť, že Pán Ježiš kráčal na kríž, nechal sa odsúdiť, potupiť, vysmiať, dovolil, aby na Neho dopadli sliny zlých ľudí. My sa všemožne usilujeme vyhnúť všetkému, čo nás zraňuje, bolí, uráža a potupuje, ale On išiel v ústrety potupnej smrti s istotou, že na tretí deň vstane z mŕtvych a urobí ten najväčší zázrak lásky – zachráni hriešnych ľudí z večnej smrti. Sami od seba to nechápali ani učeníci, sám od seba to nemôže vidieť nikto z ľudí. Ani my. Je to hriech, ktorý nám v tom bráni a ktorý spôsobuje túto „slepotu“. Môžeme a máme volať, ako volal slepec pri Jerichu: „Syn Dávidov, zmiluj sa nado mnou!“ Pane Ježišu Kriste, zmiluj sa nad nami! Otvor naše oči, naše srdcia, aby sme videli, rozumeli a prijali Tvoju lásku! Pán Ježiš na volanie odpovedá. Svojím slovom otvára oči „slepých“. Duch Svätý Kristovým slovom ako kľúčom otvára rozum aj srdce. Toto slovo aj dnes znie v našich chrámoch. Znie pre teba, pre mňa, pre každého, kto chce vidieť očami viery. Ono dáva pravú radosť zo života. Potrebujeme Ježišovo slovo, lebo iba ono nám dovolí vidieť Ho raz tvárou v tvár a večne Ho oslavovať. Modlitba: Pane Ježišu, aj dnes ku mne mocne prehovor! Tvoje slovo je vzácne, otvára moje oči, aby som Ťa poznal/a ako Spasiteľa a Darcu večného života. Dotýkaj sa môjho srdca, nech vidím Tvoju lásku. Napĺňaj ma ňou, nech ju rozdávam a Ťa ňou oslavujem. Amen. Pieseň: ES 119 Autor: Katarína Hudáková Bratia Jozefovi povedali: „Odpusť teda, prosím, služobníkom Boha tvojho otca to prestúpenie.“ 1.Možišova 50,17 Buďte k sebe dobrí, milosrdní, odpúšťajte si navzájom, ako aj vám Boh odpustil v Kristovi. Efežanom 4,32 Marek 8,31-38 • 1.Korinťanom 13,1-13 • Amos 5,21-24 • Žalm 31 •  Modlíme sa za: Rómsku misiu Otázky na rozjímanie: Ako dnes volám „Ježiš, Syn Dávidov, zmiluj sa nado mnou!“, aby som videl Pánovu cestu na kríž? Čo pre mňa znamená viera Bartimea, ktorá kričí hlasnejšie napriek dohováraniu okolnosti? Ako môžem dnes nasledovať uzdraveného Ježiša a oslavovať Boha pred celým ľudom? Dnes som vďačný za tieto 3 veci: _________________________________ _________________________________ _________________________________ Viac o vďačnosti, čo to je, prečo je dôležité byť vďačný, ako praktizovať vďačnosť nájdeš na blogu

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On this week's @betches, Sami and Aleen are back in the studio catching up on the birth of Jordana's daughter, the death of James Van Der Beek, and why figure skating is suddenly the hottest thing on the internet again. They then dive into the Benito Bowl and breakdown the performance, what was in those bushes, and why this is EXACTLY what America needs right now. They then go into the Jill Zarin of it all and honestly, who cares what she has to say. Finally, they ask their burning questions of the week like why were all the Super Bowl commercials absolute trash, what's next for Britney Spears, and what insane person brings a plane full of food to Italy (hint: he is the Vice President). If you want a Galentine's Day HelloFresh box of your own, head over to: https://hellofreshgalentinesday.com/ Go to the Betches Podcast YouTube page to watch full length episodes every Friday: Youtube.com/@betchespod   Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Median sekatyöläinen Sami Kuronen tunnetaan parhaiten juontotöistä. Riippumattomana artistina uraa tekevä mies julkaisi perjantaina 13.2.2026 toisen singlensä.Puolen Suomen iltapäivän Jani Nivala jututti Kurosta uuden kappaleen tiimoilta.Kuva: Saana Rossi.

Přípravy hornického masopustu berou dobrovolní hasiči z Bohutína velice vážně. Pečou, vaří, zašívají, a ještě si u toho užijí spoustu legrace. Letos oslavují rovných 100 let masopustu. Celý týden před oslavou se scházejí u hřiště na okraji Bohutína a těší se, jak pobaví lidi z okolí.

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Erin Ryan and Sami Sage (Betches Media) watched Pam Bondi testify in front of the Senate Judiciary Committee, so you don't have to. Then they dig into the political moments at the Milan Cortina Olympics, from J.D. Vance's embarrassing motorcade to the American athletes who dared to speak up against the Trump Administration. They also analyze how Bad Bunny's Super Bowl halftime show success and TPUSA's counter-programming flop indicate a shift in the culture war. For a closed-captioned version of this episode, click here. For a transcript of this episode, please email transcripts@crooked.com and include the name of the podcast.

Skandinavian Folklore and Feast Days.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.Syv Slags Kaker. (or, Seven Sorts of  Cookies)December 22nd – Evening, Five Days LaterJorunn said, “Well, Gunnar, we are back at our starting point, and this concludes the tour. We got off to a rough start on the first day, but since then, I have enjoyed spending time with you. After my mom got divorced, I stopped dating. Sure, I went out in mixed groups with my friends, but I cannot remember the last time I went somewhere, by myself, with a man. The divorce made me lose all confidence and trust in men. Why enter a relationship, and give my heart to a man, knowing it is going to fail? My father hurt my mother and me so badly, that neither of us have recovered. You were so wonderful to me this week, and showed me that not all men are like my father.”Jorunn looked at me with pleading eyes, “I don’t want this tour to end. I don’t want you to leave. Can you please stay in Oslo at least a few more days?”Jorunn didn’t want me to go. And I didn’t want to leave her either. I replied, “Jorunn, I cannot think of anyone or any place I would rather be than here in Oslo, with you.”Jorunn said, “It’s still early enough that we may be able to find seating without a reservation. I know a great place for seafood.”“Lead on,” I replied.Jorunn and I discussed the now-completed tour while enjoying a delicious dinner at a small kafé. I offered suggestions for the tour, but otherwise let her know I enjoyed seeing Norway, and I told her what a wonderful guide she was. After returning to America, I promised to recommend her tours to everyone I knew.As I looked over the dessert menu, I asked Jorunn, “I’m willing to stay a few more days. Are there any other Norwegian Christmas traditions or activities worth doing over the next few days?”“If you put down that dessert menu, there is one called Syv Slags Kaker. I baked seven kinds of cookies to celebrate Jul. If you come to my house, we can have coffee and you can sample all seven kinds.”“That sounds great,” I replied. Jorunn was inviting me to her home. She was beautiful and funny, and I admit I developed fantasies about her as I watched her vlog videos back in the nursing home. Heck, I even created new fantasies over the last week. She was much warmer toward me at the end of the tour. In Tromsø, we shared a blanket as we rode in a sleigh pulled by an actual reindeer. But after the Nutcracker ballet, I held back and did not cross any lines. Could a 56-year-old man and a 25-year-old woman have a sexual relationship? I managed to keep up with Jorunn all week and didn’t see any reason not to. I reached below the table to carefully re-position myself before standing up.We made our way to the Train Station and rode to Jorunn’s neighborhood. As we walked to her house, I noticed many homes with a lighted star in one of the windows.“What are those stars,” I asked.“They are a tradition in Norway. A star is lit on the first Sunday of Advent to help guide the Three Wise Men.”We stopped in front of a modest house. There was no star in the window, but I saw sheaves of oats hung from one of the trees. I was familiar with the tradition of putting out something for the birds in the frigid days of December. As we stepped inside, I was suddenly surprised. “Hi, Mom! I would like you to meet Gunnar Larsen.”“Good evening, Mr. Larsen. Jorunn has been sending me text messages all week about your exciting travels. I hope you enjoyed your tour. My name is Leah.”This was not what I expected. I hoped to be alone with Jorunn. The family resemblance was striking and quite apparent. Leah’s straight hair was a bit shorter than Jorunn’s but matched her daughter’s pure blonde color. Her blue eyes stood out from her attractive face. She was wearing a multi-colored Norwegian Dale sweater and green trousers. I possessed absolutely no experience telling how old Norwegian women are. She must be in her forties but looked younger.I said, “I enjoyed Jorunn’s tour very much. Your daughter is quite talented in many ways. Please, call me Gunnar.”Jorunn said, “Gunnar was asking about other Jul traditions and activities here in Norway over Christmas. I thought Syv Slags Kaker would be a good one, and your cookies are the best ones in Oslo. I’ll make us some coffee.”Leah looked at me, “Please sit Gunnar. How much longer will you be staying in Norway?”I replied, “About two more weeks. I wanted to celebrate the New Year here before returning to America.”I talked about the completed tour, and she seemed interested enough that I rambled on.“I really enjoyed visiting Lillehammer. It brought back memories of watching the 1994 Winter Olympics, probably my favorite one. The music was fantastic, and the woman who sang the Olympic Hymn at the opening ceremony possessed such a wonderful voice.”Leah replied, “Her name is Sissel Kyrkjebø. She is still extremely popular today, and we consider her a national treasure. I was 18 at the time, and worked at those Olympics.”“I’d love to hear more about that,” I replied. “It was nice to see many of the venues still being used. I also enjoyed the Olympic Museum in Maihaugen, which told the history of the 1994 Olympics. I was surprised to learn that Norway has won more Olympic medals than any other country. But the highlight for me was riding the chairlift to the top of the Lysgårdsbakkene ski jump. The views were amazing. I can’t imagine anyone being brave enough to make such a jump.”“I agree with you on that!” laughed Leah.I continued, “We also flew to Tromsø, and I got to see the Northern Lights. We can sometimes see them in southern Minnesota, but they were much more impressive here with the clear Norwegian air. Jorunn and I took a ride in a sleigh, pulled by actual reindeer. Reindeer are much larger than I thought. We visited a Sami farm, where we ate reindeer stew and learned about the Sami culture.”“I’ve never been, but I hear it’s really fun,” replied Leah.“Bærums Verk was also a highlight. You may already know that the town dates to the 1600s. I loved the old buildings and cobbled streets. Although the Christmas Market was small, I found it unique, with artisans selling handmade crafts. It was nice to see the old crafts like glassblowing, ironwork, and woodworking.”Jorunn returned with a large tray, holding coffee and cookies, and we began sampling.Leah asked, “Did you take Gunnar to Pepperkakebyen in Bergen? It’s a marvelous gingerbread village in my hometown. There are over 200 small gingerbread houses, and with the tiny lights turned on, it looks so real.”Jorunn replied, “A week goes by quickly, mamma. There is only so much time. The gingerbread houses are very nice, and I have fond memories of going there with you.”As we continued talking and munching cookies, I looked around at the decorations. There was an advent calendar, wreaths, angels, gnomes called nisse, hearts, stars, and candles. The decorations looked more natural, perhaps a bit less commercialized than in America. There was a real tree, complete with its wonderful pine smell, a star at the top, garland, tinsel, ornaments, and white lights.I looked at Leah, “I noticed that you don’t have a Christmas star in the window as many of the other houses do.”Leah replied, “I found my former husband in bed with another woman. I immediately divorced him. Among the many things he took from Jorunn and I, was our Christmas Star.”Leah sounded deeply hurt and from more than just the missing star. After tasting the last of the seven cookies, Leah asked how I liked them. “The waffle-like Krumkaker was probably my favorite. We tried making them in Minnesota, but yours turned out so much better. And, of course, the Pepperkaker gingerbread stars were great.” I held up another cookie and said, “I don’t know the name of this one, but it was also excellent.”Leah replied, “That one is Serinakaker, a Norwegian butter cookie.”I realized the inevitable, “It is getting late. Thank you both, Leah and Jorunn, for a wonderful evening. I need to get back to my hotel and figure out what to do over the next few days.”I saw Jorunn look at her mother, who nodded. As I stood up, Leah did too. “Nonsense, Gunnar. I won’t have it. Come, spend Christmas with Jorunn and me! Nearly everything in Oslo shuts down in the afternoon on Christmas Eve and stays closed until the 27th. No restaurants or shops will be open. I have an unused bedroom upstairs. Come celebrate Jul with us.”I caught the signal between mother and daughter and wondered if this was pre-planned. But spending Christmas alone in my hotel sounded almost as bad as spending it alone in the nursing home. It was an easy decision. “I accept.”Leah said, “Good. I’ll stop by your hotel tomorrow and help you move your things. Perhaps we can have lunch as well at one of the restaurants along Karl Johans gate.”“It would be my pleasure, ” I replied. “Let’s say, about 11:00 AM”Little Christmas EveDecember 23rd - MorningIt was December 23rd, known in Norway as Lille Julaften. Spending Christmas with Leah and Jorunn created a problem for me. I needed to find at least one Christmas present for each, just in case they bought a gift for me. I got up early and headed out to search. Reflecting on last night, and indeed, the last week, it ended up being far simpler than I feared. I soon found a gift for each, along with reusable cloth gift bags in Christmas colors.I heard a knock on my hotel door and opened it. Leah stood there, holding a coat over her arm. She was wearing a traditional Norwegian folk costume called a bunad. Her blonde hair, simply styled, was highlighted by two attractive braids.I smiled and said, “What a pleasant surprise. You look like you just stepped out of a fairy tale.”She looked past me into the messy room, then took a step toward me and surprised me with a kiss on my cheek. She stepped back and started laughing. “It didn’t work. I am a fairy tale princess, but you are still a frog! It looks like we have some work to do cleaning up your lily pad.”As Leah entered the room, I said, “I already packed a small bag, enough for a few days.”Leah walked over to the pile of clothes from my week-long trip. She picked up a shirt and sniffed it. Then she pulled a wool sweater out from the pile. “Keep your wool sweaters away from the rest of your dirty clothes. Wool is harder to clean and may pick up the smell. Let me see what else you packed.”Leah dumped out my small gym bag onto the bed and then began tossing things aside. “This won’t do. We need to take all of your clothes back to my house and wash them.”Fond memories returned. Whenever we went on a trip, Solveig would always dump out my suitcase and re-load it with other clothes. Solvieg would also pick out clothes for me to wear whenever we dressed to go out to weddings or a party.Leah said, “Don’t expect me to wash them for you. I have other things to do to get ready for Christmas. You’ll have enough free time you can wash them yourself. We will gather everything up after we come back from lunch.”What a woman! I can see where Jorunn inherited her strong personality. We left my hotel, and Leah took me to one of her favorite kafés. As we walked, Leah’s bunad drew eyes, and attracted smiles, as if she were a magnet. As we waited for our food, I asked Leah about her bunad.Leah replied, “I don’t get to wear my bunad very often. I usually wear it for National Day in May, and for weddings and baptisms, but I haven’t been to many of those lately. Christmas is also an acceptable time to wear it.”Leah wore the traditional white blouse with a silver neckpin. Her vest was bright red with a handmade breastplate. Her navy skirt was trimmed with intricate embroidery, and covered in front by a white apron. Around her waist and running down the front was a decorative handwoven belt.“I grew up east of Bergen, in the Hardanger region, so my bunad is in the Hardanger style. While details may vary, you can tell where someone is from by which style of bunad they are wearing. It would not be proper to choose a bunad from a different region simply because you prefer a different color.”“That’s a lovely silver brooch you have on. It looks very old.”“It was my grandmother’s. Norwegians have a spiritual connection to silver, and silver brooches are handed down for many generations. One day, it will be Jorunn’s.”The food was excellent. I have not eaten a bad meal here in Norway. Leah was a great conversationalist, and she freely shared her humor and wit. Her stories from the 1994 Olympics were fascinating, and even though Jorunn and I were just there, I wanted to go back. I learned Leah worked as a radiology technician at a local hospital here in Oslo and took the entire holiday off. The meal finished too quickly, and we returned to my hotel.As we gathered my assorted clothing, I saw one of my socks on the floor, so I walked around Leah to pick it up. Turning quickly, I found myself face-to-face with her. We stared at each other for a moment, then moved at the same time. Our lips came together, and we kissed. Not a gentle kiss, but a passionate one, long and deep. Intentions were clear on both sides.We separated. Leah said, “I have not had sex since divorcing my husband nearly three years ago. That bastard took away more than my Christmas Star, he took away my trust in men. I am forty-seven years old. I never go out on dates, because I’m afraid to open my heart again to another man. Jorunn texted me every night for the past week and would send short videos she took during the day. She kept repeating how much fun she was having with you, and how nice a man you are. I know it sounds funny, but after watching and reading what Jorunn sent me, I feel like I already know you, and have made it past the first date. I know you lost the woman you loved. I cannot replace her in your heart, but if you are ready, I would like to share mine.”This was unexpected. “When I was in Minnesota, I watched Jorunn’s vlog almost every night. She is so sweet and funny and does such an excellent job. Even though I never met Jorunn, I felt like I knew her. To use your dating analogy, it’s one of the reasons I picked her as a tour guide. I felt comfortable with Jorunn and was too afraid to trust another tour company. When I came to Norway, I left my past behind. It is time for me to find something, or someone, to love.”Our bodies came together, and our lips re-joined. Any fears of rejection vanished as I locked my lips onto those of this beautiful Norwegian woman. Our tongues danced with each other, while our hands moved quickly over each other’s bodies.“Help me take off my bunad,” pleaded Leah.Together, we unclasped, unbuckled, unbuttoned, and untied, removing one layer at a time of the intricate bunad and laying it over a chair. It was like slowly opening the best Christmas present I have ever gotten, as more of Leah’s body slowly revealed itself to me. Her breasts were small, but firm, and went well with her slender frame. I forgot how delicate a woman’s features are, and Leah’s body was perfect in every way. Below her waist, I found a mound of pure blonde hair, barely darker than the color on her head.“I have no other words, you are truly a gorgeous woman, Leah.”“Thank you, Gunnar. Now it’s my turn to have fun.”Leah approached me. With small steps, she moved gracefully. She lifted my pullover shirt, pausing as it obscured my eyes. “Don’t take your shirt off. Just enjoy the sensations.” In the darkness, her fingers teasingly played with the hairs on my chest. A fingernail flicked back and forth over my nipple, drawing it to an erection. Moving lower, Leah unbuckled my trousers and slid them down, taking my knickers with them. I was not yet erect, but moving rapidly in that direction. Cool fingers wrapped around my cock and lifted, while a single fingernail twirled against my ball sack. Her tongue dragged across the tip of my cock. Then, Leah’s hands moved behind me to cup and squeeze my bum cheeks. Her warm breath washed over my cock.Leah stood and pulled my shirt the rest of the way off, and I stepped out of my trousers. We remained like this, both naked, looking longingly at each other. Leah reached up and touched my hair. “You have just a touch of grey. I like that. Few mature men are as blessed as you, with a firm, lean body. I see all kinds of patients. You look like a forty-year-old.”I suppose that was one benefit of eating the low-fat, low-sugar, and tasteless nursing home food. I lost nearly thirty pounds. “I am older than I look, and you should know that I had a stroke two years ago. I am doing much better, but still have a balance issue, and sometimes slur my words."Slurring your words might just be because you have a lazy tongue. Perhaps we can find a way to fix that later.”For a moment, I wondered what she meant, then hoped my notions might come true. Leah dropped to her knees directly in front of me and ran a finger along my nearly erect shaft. “It feels so nice to touch a real one again. What a lovely cock you have.”I said, “I’m sorry. I don’t have a very large penis.”Leah laughed, “Anything more than a mouthful is just wasted. Now let’s begin. I will say a Norwegian word, and you repeat it. Listen carefully to my pronunciation and maybe we can fix your American accent.”Leah said, “Penis.” Then she grabbed my cock with her right hand.This might be fun, so I replied, “Penis!”Leah whispered, “Rub.” Then she began gently sliding her hand along my shaft. Without any lubrication, there was quite a bit of friction.I replied, “Rub!”Leah said, “Lick.” Leah extended her tongue, and starting near the base, began leaving wet trails along each side of my glistening cock. The warm softness of her tongue brought me to full erection.It felt fantastic, and I gasped out, “Lick!”Leah said, “Suck.” She opened her mouth wide and took in the head of my cock, using her tongue to tease the underside. Bringing her lips together, I felt the insides of her mouth pressing inward and squeezing tightly against me. When her suction began, she pulled the head of my cock deeper into her mouth. Leah’s head pulled back ever so slightly, allowing her soft lips to glide over me until my cock was almost freed. But not quite. Using the extra room, Leah teased my opening with the tip of her tongue. From the way her tongue easily twirled around, I was certain I contributed my pre-cum.Then her suction pulled me deeper into her mouth. She look

Skandinavian Folklore and Feast Days.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.Syv Slags Kaker. (or, Seven Sorts of  Cookies)December 22nd – Evening, Five Days LaterJorunn said, “Well, Gunnar, we are back at our starting point, and this concludes the tour. We got off to a rough start on the first day, but since then, I have enjoyed spending time with you. After my mom got divorced, I stopped dating. Sure, I went out in mixed groups with my friends, but I cannot remember the last time I went somewhere, by myself, with a man. The divorce made me lose all confidence and trust in men. Why enter a relationship, and give my heart to a man, knowing it is going to fail? My father hurt my mother and me so badly, that neither of us have recovered. You were so wonderful to me this week, and showed me that not all men are like my father.”Jorunn looked at me with pleading eyes, “I don’t want this tour to end. I don’t want you to leave. Can you please stay in Oslo at least a few more days?”Jorunn didn’t want me to go. And I didn’t want to leave her either. I replied, “Jorunn, I cannot think of anyone or any place I would rather be than here in Oslo, with you.”Jorunn said, “It’s still early enough that we may be able to find seating without a reservation. I know a great place for seafood.”“Lead on,” I replied.Jorunn and I discussed the now-completed tour while enjoying a delicious dinner at a small kafé. I offered suggestions for the tour, but otherwise let her know I enjoyed seeing Norway, and I told her what a wonderful guide she was. After returning to America, I promised to recommend her tours to everyone I knew.As I looked over the dessert menu, I asked Jorunn, “I’m willing to stay a few more days. Are there any other Norwegian Christmas traditions or activities worth doing over the next few days?”“If you put down that dessert menu, there is one called Syv Slags Kaker. I baked seven kinds of cookies to celebrate Jul. If you come to my house, we can have coffee and you can sample all seven kinds.”“That sounds great,” I replied. Jorunn was inviting me to her home. She was beautiful and funny, and I admit I developed fantasies about her as I watched her vlog videos back in the nursing home. Heck, I even created new fantasies over the last week. She was much warmer toward me at the end of the tour. In Tromsø, we shared a blanket as we rode in a sleigh pulled by an actual reindeer. But after the Nutcracker ballet, I held back and did not cross any lines. Could a 56-year-old man and a 25-year-old woman have a sexual relationship? I managed to keep up with Jorunn all week and didn’t see any reason not to. I reached below the table to carefully re-position myself before standing up.We made our way to the Train Station and rode to Jorunn’s neighborhood. As we walked to her house, I noticed many homes with a lighted star in one of the windows.“What are those stars,” I asked.“They are a tradition in Norway. A star is lit on the first Sunday of Advent to help guide the Three Wise Men.”We stopped in front of a modest house. There was no star in the window, but I saw sheaves of oats hung from one of the trees. I was familiar with the tradition of putting out something for the birds in the frigid days of December. As we stepped inside, I was suddenly surprised. “Hi, Mom! I would like you to meet Gunnar Larsen.”“Good evening, Mr. Larsen. Jorunn has been sending me text messages all week about your exciting travels. I hope you enjoyed your tour. My name is Leah.”This was not what I expected. I hoped to be alone with Jorunn. The family resemblance was striking and quite apparent. Leah’s straight hair was a bit shorter than Jorunn’s but matched her daughter’s pure blonde color. Her blue eyes stood out from her attractive face. She was wearing a multi-colored Norwegian Dale sweater and green trousers. I possessed absolutely no experience telling how old Norwegian women are. She must be in her forties but looked younger.I said, “I enjoyed Jorunn’s tour very much. Your daughter is quite talented in many ways. Please, call me Gunnar.”Jorunn said, “Gunnar was asking about other Jul traditions and activities here in Norway over Christmas. I thought Syv Slags Kaker would be a good one, and your cookies are the best ones in Oslo. I’ll make us some coffee.”Leah looked at me, “Please sit Gunnar. How much longer will you be staying in Norway?”I replied, “About two more weeks. I wanted to celebrate the New Year here before returning to America.”I talked about the completed tour, and she seemed interested enough that I rambled on.“I really enjoyed visiting Lillehammer. It brought back memories of watching the 1994 Winter Olympics, probably my favorite one. The music was fantastic, and the woman who sang the Olympic Hymn at the opening ceremony possessed such a wonderful voice.”Leah replied, “Her name is Sissel Kyrkjebø. She is still extremely popular today, and we consider her a national treasure. I was 18 at the time, and worked at those Olympics.”“I’d love to hear more about that,” I replied. “It was nice to see many of the venues still being used. I also enjoyed the Olympic Museum in Maihaugen, which told the history of the 1994 Olympics. I was surprised to learn that Norway has won more Olympic medals than any other country. But the highlight for me was riding the chairlift to the top of the Lysgårdsbakkene ski jump. The views were amazing. I can’t imagine anyone being brave enough to make such a jump.”“I agree with you on that!” laughed Leah.I continued, “We also flew to Tromsø, and I got to see the Northern Lights. We can sometimes see them in southern Minnesota, but they were much more impressive here with the clear Norwegian air. Jorunn and I took a ride in a sleigh, pulled by actual reindeer. Reindeer are much larger than I thought. We visited a Sami farm, where we ate reindeer stew and learned about the Sami culture.”“I’ve never been, but I hear it’s really fun,” replied Leah.“Bærums Verk was also a highlight. You may already know that the town dates to the 1600s. I loved the old buildings and cobbled streets. Although the Christmas Market was small, I found it unique, with artisans selling handmade crafts. It was nice to see the old crafts like glassblowing, ironwork, and woodworking.”Jorunn returned with a large tray, holding coffee and cookies, and we began sampling.Leah asked, “Did you take Gunnar to Pepperkakebyen in Bergen? It’s a marvelous gingerbread village in my hometown. There are over 200 small gingerbread houses, and with the tiny lights turned on, it looks so real.”Jorunn replied, “A week goes by quickly, mamma. There is only so much time. The gingerbread houses are very nice, and I have fond memories of going there with you.”As we continued talking and munching cookies, I looked around at the decorations. There was an advent calendar, wreaths, angels, gnomes called nisse, hearts, stars, and candles. The decorations looked more natural, perhaps a bit less commercialized than in America. There was a real tree, complete with its wonderful pine smell, a star at the top, garland, tinsel, ornaments, and white lights.I looked at Leah, “I noticed that you don’t have a Christmas star in the window as many of the other houses do.”Leah replied, “I found my former husband in bed with another woman. I immediately divorced him. Among the many things he took from Jorunn and I, was our Christmas Star.”Leah sounded deeply hurt and from more than just the missing star. After tasting the last of the seven cookies, Leah asked how I liked them. “The waffle-like Krumkaker was probably my favorite. We tried making them in Minnesota, but yours turned out so much better. And, of course, the Pepperkaker gingerbread stars were great.” I held up another cookie and said, “I don’t know the name of this one, but it was also excellent.”Leah replied, “That one is Serinakaker, a Norwegian butter cookie.”I realized the inevitable, “It is getting late. Thank you both, Leah and Jorunn, for a wonderful evening. I need to get back to my hotel and figure out what to do over the next few days.”I saw Jorunn look at her mother, who nodded. As I stood up, Leah did too. “Nonsense, Gunnar. I won’t have it. Come, spend Christmas with Jorunn and me! Nearly everything in Oslo shuts down in the afternoon on Christmas Eve and stays closed until the 27th. No restaurants or shops will be open. I have an unused bedroom upstairs. Come celebrate Jul with us.”I caught the signal between mother and daughter and wondered if this was pre-planned. But spending Christmas alone in my hotel sounded almost as bad as spending it alone in the nursing home. It was an easy decision. “I accept.”Leah said, “Good. I’ll stop by your hotel tomorrow and help you move your things. Perhaps we can have lunch as well at one of the restaurants along Karl Johans gate.”“It would be my pleasure, ” I replied. “Let’s say, about 11:00 AM”Little Christmas EveDecember 23rd - MorningIt was December 23rd, known in Norway as Lille Julaften. Spending Christmas with Leah and Jorunn created a problem for me. I needed to find at least one Christmas present for each, just in case they bought a gift for me. I got up early and headed out to search. Reflecting on last night, and indeed, the last week, it ended up being far simpler than I feared. I soon found a gift for each, along with reusable cloth gift bags in Christmas colors.I heard a knock on my hotel door and opened it. Leah stood there, holding a coat over her arm. She was wearing a traditional Norwegian folk costume called a bunad. Her blonde hair, simply styled, was highlighted by two attractive braids.I smiled and said, “What a pleasant surprise. You look like you just stepped out of a fairy tale.”She looked past me into the messy room, then took a step toward me and surprised me with a kiss on my cheek. She stepped back and started laughing. “It didn’t work. I am a fairy tale princess, but you are still a frog! It looks like we have some work to do cleaning up your lily pad.”As Leah entered the room, I said, “I already packed a small bag, enough for a few days.”Leah walked over to the pile of clothes from my week-long trip. She picked up a shirt and sniffed it. Then she pulled a wool sweater out from the pile. “Keep your wool sweaters away from the rest of your dirty clothes. Wool is harder to clean and may pick up the smell. Let me see what else you packed.”Leah dumped out my small gym bag onto the bed and then began tossing things aside. “This won’t do. We need to take all of your clothes back to my house and wash them.”Fond memories returned. Whenever we went on a trip, Solveig would always dump out my suitcase and re-load it with other clothes. Solvieg would also pick out clothes for me to wear whenever we dressed to go out to weddings or a party.Leah said, “Don’t expect me to wash them for you. I have other things to do to get ready for Christmas. You’ll have enough free time you can wash them yourself. We will gather everything up after we come back from lunch.”What a woman! I can see where Jorunn inherited her strong personality. We left my hotel, and Leah took me to one of her favorite kafés. As we walked, Leah’s bunad drew eyes, and attracted smiles, as if she were a magnet. As we waited for our food, I asked Leah about her bunad.Leah replied, “I don’t get to wear my bunad very often. I usually wear it for National Day in May, and for weddings and baptisms, but I haven’t been to many of those lately. Christmas is also an acceptable time to wear it.”Leah wore the traditional white blouse with a silver neckpin. Her vest was bright red with a handmade breastplate. Her navy skirt was trimmed with intricate embroidery, and covered in front by a white apron. Around her waist and running down the front was a decorative handwoven belt.“I grew up east of Bergen, in the Hardanger region, so my bunad is in the Hardanger style. While details may vary, you can tell where someone is from by which style of bunad they are wearing. It would not be proper to choose a bunad from a different region simply because you prefer a different color.”“That’s a lovely silver brooch you have on. It looks very old.”“It was my grandmother’s. Norwegians have a spiritual connection to silver, and silver brooches are handed down for many generations. One day, it will be Jorunn’s.”The food was excellent. I have not eaten a bad meal here in Norway. Leah was a great conversationalist, and she freely shared her humor and wit. Her stories from the 1994 Olympics were fascinating, and even though Jorunn and I were just there, I wanted to go back. I learned Leah worked as a radiology technician at a local hospital here in Oslo and took the entire holiday off. The meal finished too quickly, and we returned to my hotel.As we gathered my assorted clothing, I saw one of my socks on the floor, so I walked around Leah to pick it up. Turning quickly, I found myself face-to-face with her. We stared at each other for a moment, then moved at the same time. Our lips came together, and we kissed. Not a gentle kiss, but a passionate one, long and deep. Intentions were clear on both sides.We separated. Leah said, “I have not had sex since divorcing my husband nearly three years ago. That bastard took away more than my Christmas Star, he took away my trust in men. I am forty-seven years old. I never go out on dates, because I’m afraid to open my heart again to another man. Jorunn texted me every night for the past week and would send short videos she took during the day. She kept repeating how much fun she was having with you, and how nice a man you are. I know it sounds funny, but after watching and reading what Jorunn sent me, I feel like I already know you, and have made it past the first date. I know you lost the woman you loved. I cannot replace her in your heart, but if you are ready, I would like to share mine.”This was unexpected. “When I was in Minnesota, I watched Jorunn’s vlog almost every night. She is so sweet and funny and does such an excellent job. Even though I never met Jorunn, I felt like I knew her. To use your dating analogy, it’s one of the reasons I picked her as a tour guide. I felt comfortable with Jorunn and was too afraid to trust another tour company. When I came to Norway, I left my past behind. It is time for me to find something, or someone, to love.”Our bodies came together, and our lips re-joined. Any fears of rejection vanished as I locked my lips onto those of this beautiful Norwegian woman. Our tongues danced with each other, while our hands moved quickly over each other’s bodies.“Help me take off my bunad,” pleaded Leah.Together, we unclasped, unbuckled, unbuttoned, and untied, removing one layer at a time of the intricate bunad and laying it over a chair. It was like slowly opening the best Christmas present I have ever gotten, as more of Leah’s body slowly revealed itself to me. Her breasts were small, but firm, and went well with her slender frame. I forgot how delicate a woman’s features are, and Leah’s body was perfect in every way. Below her waist, I found a mound of pure blonde hair, barely darker than the color on her head.“I have no other words, you are truly a gorgeous woman, Leah.”“Thank you, Gunnar. Now it’s my turn to have fun.”Leah approached me. With small steps, she moved gracefully. She lifted my pullover shirt, pausing as it obscured my eyes. “Don’t take your shirt off. Just enjoy the sensations.” In the darkness, her fingers teasingly played with the hairs on my chest. A fingernail flicked back and forth over my nipple, drawing it to an erection. Moving lower, Leah unbuckled my trousers and slid them down, taking my knickers with them. I was not yet erect, but moving rapidly in that direction. Cool fingers wrapped around my cock and lifted, while a single fingernail twirled against my ball sack. Her tongue dragged across the tip of my cock. Then, Leah’s hands moved behind me to cup and squeeze my bum cheeks. Her warm breath washed over my cock.Leah stood and pulled my shirt the rest of the way off, and I stepped out of my trousers. We remained like this, both naked, looking longingly at each other. Leah reached up and touched my hair. “You have just a touch of grey. I like that. Few mature men are as blessed as you, with a firm, lean body. I see all kinds of patients. You look like a forty-year-old.”I suppose that was one benefit of eating the low-fat, low-sugar, and tasteless nursing home food. I lost nearly thirty pounds. “I am older than I look, and you should know that I had a stroke two years ago. I am doing much better, but still have a balance issue, and sometimes slur my words."Slurring your words might just be because you have a lazy tongue. Perhaps we can find a way to fix that later.”For a moment, I wondered what she meant, then hoped my notions might come true. Leah dropped to her knees directly in front of me and ran a finger along my nearly erect shaft. “It feels so nice to touch a real one again. What a lovely cock you have.”I said, “I’m sorry. I don’t have a very large penis.”Leah laughed, “Anything more than a mouthful is just wasted. Now let’s begin. I will say a Norwegian word, and you repeat it. Listen carefully to my pronunciation and maybe we can fix your American accent.”Leah said, “Penis.” Then she grabbed my cock with her right hand.This might be fun, so I replied, “Penis!”Leah whispered, “Rub.” Then she began gently sliding her hand along my shaft. Without any lubrication, there was quite a bit of friction.I replied, “Rub!”Leah said, “Lick.” Leah extended her tongue, and starting near the base, began leaving wet trails along each side of my glistening cock. The warm softness of her tongue brought me to full erection.It felt fantastic, and I gasped out, “Lick!”Leah said, “Suck.” She opened her mouth wide and took in the head of my cock, using her tongue to tease the underside. Bringing her lips together, I felt the insides of her mouth pressing inward and squeezing tightly against me. When her suction began, she pulled the head of my cock deeper into her mouth. Leah’s head pulled back ever so slightly, allowing her soft lips to glide over me until my cock was almost freed. But not quite. Using the extra room, Leah teased my opening with the tip of her tongue. From the way her tongue easily twirled around, I was certain I contributed my pre-cum.Then her suction pulled me deeper into her mouth. She look

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Skandinavian Folklore and Feast Days.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.Syv Slags Kaker. (or, Seven Sorts of  Cookies)December 22nd – Evening, Five Days LaterJorunn said, “Well, Gunnar, we are back at our starting point, and this concludes the tour. We got off to a rough start on the first day, but since then, I have enjoyed spending time with you. After my mom got divorced, I stopped dating. Sure, I went out in mixed groups with my friends, but I cannot remember the last time I went somewhere, by myself, with a man. The divorce made me lose all confidence and trust in men. Why enter a relationship, and give my heart to a man, knowing it is going to fail? My father hurt my mother and me so badly, that neither of us have recovered. You were so wonderful to me this week, and showed me that not all men are like my father.”Jorunn looked at me with pleading eyes, “I don’t want this tour to end. I don’t want you to leave. Can you please stay in Oslo at least a few more days?”Jorunn didn’t want me to go. And I didn’t want to leave her either. I replied, “Jorunn, I cannot think of anyone or any place I would rather be than here in Oslo, with you.”Jorunn said, “It’s still early enough that we may be able to find seating without a reservation. I know a great place for seafood.”“Lead on,” I replied.Jorunn and I discussed the now-completed tour while enjoying a delicious dinner at a small kafé. I offered suggestions for the tour, but otherwise let her know I enjoyed seeing Norway, and I told her what a wonderful guide she was. After returning to America, I promised to recommend her tours to everyone I knew.As I looked over the dessert menu, I asked Jorunn, “I’m willing to stay a few more days. Are there any other Norwegian Christmas traditions or activities worth doing over the next few days?”“If you put down that dessert menu, there is one called Syv Slags Kaker. I baked seven kinds of cookies to celebrate Jul. If you come to my house, we can have coffee and you can sample all seven kinds.”“That sounds great,” I replied. Jorunn was inviting me to her home. She was beautiful and funny, and I admit I developed fantasies about her as I watched her vlog videos back in the nursing home. Heck, I even created new fantasies over the last week. She was much warmer toward me at the end of the tour. In Tromsø, we shared a blanket as we rode in a sleigh pulled by an actual reindeer. But after the Nutcracker ballet, I held back and did not cross any lines. Could a 56-year-old man and a 25-year-old woman have a sexual relationship? I managed to keep up with Jorunn all week and didn’t see any reason not to. I reached below the table to carefully re-position myself before standing up.We made our way to the Train Station and rode to Jorunn’s neighborhood. As we walked to her house, I noticed many homes with a lighted star in one of the windows.“What are those stars,” I asked.“They are a tradition in Norway. A star is lit on the first Sunday of Advent to help guide the Three Wise Men.”We stopped in front of a modest house. There was no star in the window, but I saw sheaves of oats hung from one of the trees. I was familiar with the tradition of putting out something for the birds in the frigid days of December. As we stepped inside, I was suddenly surprised. “Hi, Mom! I would like you to meet Gunnar Larsen.”“Good evening, Mr. Larsen. Jorunn has been sending me text messages all week about your exciting travels. I hope you enjoyed your tour. My name is Leah.”This was not what I expected. I hoped to be alone with Jorunn. The family resemblance was striking and quite apparent. Leah’s straight hair was a bit shorter than Jorunn’s but matched her daughter’s pure blonde color. Her blue eyes stood out from her attractive face. She was wearing a multi-colored Norwegian Dale sweater and green trousers. I possessed absolutely no experience telling how old Norwegian women are. She must be in her forties but looked younger.I said, “I enjoyed Jorunn’s tour very much. Your daughter is quite talented in many ways. Please, call me Gunnar.”Jorunn said, “Gunnar was asking about other Jul traditions and activities here in Norway over Christmas. I thought Syv Slags Kaker would be a good one, and your cookies are the best ones in Oslo. I’ll make us some coffee.”Leah looked at me, “Please sit Gunnar. How much longer will you be staying in Norway?”I replied, “About two more weeks. I wanted to celebrate the New Year here before returning to America.”I talked about the completed tour, and she seemed interested enough that I rambled on.“I really enjoyed visiting Lillehammer. It brought back memories of watching the 1994 Winter Olympics, probably my favorite one. The music was fantastic, and the woman who sang the Olympic Hymn at the opening ceremony possessed such a wonderful voice.”Leah replied, “Her name is Sissel Kyrkjebø. She is still extremely popular today, and we consider her a national treasure. I was 18 at the time, and worked at those Olympics.”“I’d love to hear more about that,” I replied. “It was nice to see many of the venues still being used. I also enjoyed the Olympic Museum in Maihaugen, which told the history of the 1994 Olympics. I was surprised to learn that Norway has won more Olympic medals than any other country. But the highlight for me was riding the chairlift to the top of the Lysgårdsbakkene ski jump. The views were amazing. I can’t imagine anyone being brave enough to make such a jump.”“I agree with you on that!” laughed Leah.I continued, “We also flew to Tromsø, and I got to see the Northern Lights. We can sometimes see them in southern Minnesota, but they were much more impressive here with the clear Norwegian air. Jorunn and I took a ride in a sleigh, pulled by actual reindeer. Reindeer are much larger than I thought. We visited a Sami farm, where we ate reindeer stew and learned about the Sami culture.”“I’ve never been, but I hear it’s really fun,” replied Leah.“Bærums Verk was also a highlight. You may already know that the town dates to the 1600s. I loved the old buildings and cobbled streets. Although the Christmas Market was small, I found it unique, with artisans selling handmade crafts. It was nice to see the old crafts like glassblowing, ironwork, and woodworking.”Jorunn returned with a large tray, holding coffee and cookies, and we began sampling.Leah asked, “Did you take Gunnar to Pepperkakebyen in Bergen? It’s a marvelous gingerbread village in my hometown. There are over 200 small gingerbread houses, and with the tiny lights turned on, it looks so real.”Jorunn replied, “A week goes by quickly, mamma. There is only so much time. The gingerbread houses are very nice, and I have fond memories of going there with you.”As we continued talking and munching cookies, I looked around at the decorations. There was an advent calendar, wreaths, angels, gnomes called nisse, hearts, stars, and candles. The decorations looked more natural, perhaps a bit less commercialized than in America. There was a real tree, complete with its wonderful pine smell, a star at the top, garland, tinsel, ornaments, and white lights.I looked at Leah, “I noticed that you don’t have a Christmas star in the window as many of the other houses do.”Leah replied, “I found my former husband in bed with another woman. I immediately divorced him. Among the many things he took from Jorunn and I, was our Christmas Star.”Leah sounded deeply hurt and from more than just the missing star. After tasting the last of the seven cookies, Leah asked how I liked them. “The waffle-like Krumkaker was probably my favorite. We tried making them in Minnesota, but yours turned out so much better. And, of course, the Pepperkaker gingerbread stars were great.” I held up another cookie and said, “I don’t know the name of this one, but it was also excellent.”Leah replied, “That one is Serinakaker, a Norwegian butter cookie.”I realized the inevitable, “It is getting late. Thank you both, Leah and Jorunn, for a wonderful evening. I need to get back to my hotel and figure out what to do over the next few days.”I saw Jorunn look at her mother, who nodded. As I stood up, Leah did too. “Nonsense, Gunnar. I won’t have it. Come, spend Christmas with Jorunn and me! Nearly everything in Oslo shuts down in the afternoon on Christmas Eve and stays closed until the 27th. No restaurants or shops will be open. I have an unused bedroom upstairs. Come celebrate Jul with us.”I caught the signal between mother and daughter and wondered if this was pre-planned. But spending Christmas alone in my hotel sounded almost as bad as spending it alone in the nursing home. It was an easy decision. “I accept.”Leah said, “Good. I’ll stop by your hotel tomorrow and help you move your things. Perhaps we can have lunch as well at one of the restaurants along Karl Johans gate.”“It would be my pleasure, ” I replied. “Let’s say, about 11:00 AM”Little Christmas EveDecember 23rd - MorningIt was December 23rd, known in Norway as Lille Julaften. Spending Christmas with Leah and Jorunn created a problem for me. I needed to find at least one Christmas present for each, just in case they bought a gift for me. I got up early and headed out to search. Reflecting on last night, and indeed, the last week, it ended up being far simpler than I feared. I soon found a gift for each, along with reusable cloth gift bags in Christmas colors.I heard a knock on my hotel door and opened it. Leah stood there, holding a coat over her arm. She was wearing a traditional Norwegian folk costume called a bunad. Her blonde hair, simply styled, was highlighted by two attractive braids.I smiled and said, “What a pleasant surprise. You look like you just stepped out of a fairy tale.”She looked past me into the messy room, then took a step toward me and surprised me with a kiss on my cheek. She stepped back and started laughing. “It didn’t work. I am a fairy tale princess, but you are still a frog! It looks like we have some work to do cleaning up your lily pad.”As Leah entered the room, I said, “I already packed a small bag, enough for a few days.”Leah walked over to the pile of clothes from my week-long trip. She picked up a shirt and sniffed it. Then she pulled a wool sweater out from the pile. “Keep your wool sweaters away from the rest of your dirty clothes. Wool is harder to clean and may pick up the smell. Let me see what else you packed.”Leah dumped out my small gym bag onto the bed and then began tossing things aside. “This won’t do. We need to take all of your clothes back to my house and wash them.”Fond memories returned. Whenever we went on a trip, Solveig would always dump out my suitcase and re-load it with other clothes. Solvieg would also pick out clothes for me to wear whenever we dressed to go out to weddings or a party.Leah said, “Don’t expect me to wash them for you. I have other things to do to get ready for Christmas. You’ll have enough free time you can wash them yourself. We will gather everything up after we come back from lunch.”What a woman! I can see where Jorunn inherited her strong personality. We left my hotel, and Leah took me to one of her favorite kafés. As we walked, Leah’s bunad drew eyes, and attracted smiles, as if she were a magnet. As we waited for our food, I asked Leah about her bunad.Leah replied, “I don’t get to wear my bunad very often. I usually wear it for National Day in May, and for weddings and baptisms, but I haven’t been to many of those lately. Christmas is also an acceptable time to wear it.”Leah wore the traditional white blouse with a silver neckpin. Her vest was bright red with a handmade breastplate. Her navy skirt was trimmed with intricate embroidery, and covered in front by a white apron. Around her waist and running down the front was a decorative handwoven belt.“I grew up east of Bergen, in the Hardanger region, so my bunad is in the Hardanger style. While details may vary, you can tell where someone is from by which style of bunad they are wearing. It would not be proper to choose a bunad from a different region simply because you prefer a different color.”“That’s a lovely silver brooch you have on. It looks very old.”“It was my grandmother’s. Norwegians have a spiritual connection to silver, and silver brooches are handed down for many generations. One day, it will be Jorunn’s.”The food was excellent. I have not eaten a bad meal here in Norway. Leah was a great conversationalist, and she freely shared her humor and wit. Her stories from the 1994 Olympics were fascinating, and even though Jorunn and I were just there, I wanted to go back. I learned Leah worked as a radiology technician at a local hospital here in Oslo and took the entire holiday off. The meal finished too quickly, and we returned to my hotel.As we gathered my assorted clothing, I saw one of my socks on the floor, so I walked around Leah to pick it up. Turning quickly, I found myself face-to-face with her. We stared at each other for a moment, then moved at the same time. Our lips came together, and we kissed. Not a gentle kiss, but a passionate one, long and deep. Intentions were clear on both sides.We separated. Leah said, “I have not had sex since divorcing my husband nearly three years ago. That bastard took away more than my Christmas Star, he took away my trust in men. I am forty-seven years old. I never go out on dates, because I’m afraid to open my heart again to another man. Jorunn texted me every night for the past week and would send short videos she took during the day. She kept repeating how much fun she was having with you, and how nice a man you are. I know it sounds funny, but after watching and reading what Jorunn sent me, I feel like I already know you, and have made it past the first date. I know you lost the woman you loved. I cannot replace her in your heart, but if you are ready, I would like to share mine.”This was unexpected. “When I was in Minnesota, I watched Jorunn’s vlog almost every night. She is so sweet and funny and does such an excellent job. Even though I never met Jorunn, I felt like I knew her. To use your dating analogy, it’s one of the reasons I picked her as a tour guide. I felt comfortable with Jorunn and was too afraid to trust another tour company. When I came to Norway, I left my past behind. It is time for me to find something, or someone, to love.”Our bodies came together, and our lips re-joined. Any fears of rejection vanished as I locked my lips onto those of this beautiful Norwegian woman. Our tongues danced with each other, while our hands moved quickly over each other’s bodies.“Help me take off my bunad,” pleaded Leah.Together, we unclasped, unbuckled, unbuttoned, and untied, removing one layer at a time of the intricate bunad and laying it over a chair. It was like slowly opening the best Christmas present I have ever gotten, as more of Leah’s body slowly revealed itself to me. Her breasts were small, but firm, and went well with her slender frame. I forgot how delicate a woman’s features are, and Leah’s body was perfect in every way. Below her waist, I found a mound of pure blonde hair, barely darker than the color on her head.“I have no other words, you are truly a gorgeous woman, Leah.”“Thank you, Gunnar. Now it’s my turn to have fun.”Leah approached me. With small steps, she moved gracefully. She lifted my pullover shirt, pausing as it obscured my eyes. “Don’t take your shirt off. Just enjoy the sensations.” In the darkness, her fingers teasingly played with the hairs on my chest. A fingernail flicked back and forth over my nipple, drawing it to an erection. Moving lower, Leah unbuckled my trousers and slid them down, taking my knickers with them. I was not yet erect, but moving rapidly in that direction. Cool fingers wrapped around my cock and lifted, while a single fingernail twirled against my ball sack. Her tongue dragged across the tip of my cock. Then, Leah’s hands moved behind me to cup and squeeze my bum cheeks. Her warm breath washed over my cock.Leah stood and pulled my shirt the rest of the way off, and I stepped out of my trousers. We remained like this, both naked, looking longingly at each other. Leah reached up and touched my hair. “You have just a touch of grey. I like that. Few mature men are as blessed as you, with a firm, lean body. I see all kinds of patients. You look like a forty-year-old.”I suppose that was one benefit of eating the low-fat, low-sugar, and tasteless nursing home food. I lost nearly thirty pounds. “I am older than I look, and you should know that I had a stroke two years ago. I am doing much better, but still have a balance issue, and sometimes slur my words."Slurring your words might just be because you have a lazy tongue. Perhaps we can find a way to fix that later.”For a moment, I wondered what she meant, then hoped my notions might come true. Leah dropped to her knees directly in front of me and ran a finger along my nearly erect shaft. “It feels so nice to touch a real one again. What a lovely cock you have.”I said, “I’m sorry. I don’t have a very large penis.”Leah laughed, “Anything more than a mouthful is just wasted. Now let’s begin. I will say a Norwegian word, and you repeat it. Listen carefully to my pronunciation and maybe we can fix your American accent.”Leah said, “Penis.” Then she grabbed my cock with her right hand.This might be fun, so I replied, “Penis!”Leah whispered, “Rub.” Then she began gently sliding her hand along my shaft. Without any lubrication, there was quite a bit of friction.I replied, “Rub!”Leah said, “Lick.” Leah extended her tongue, and starting near the base, began leaving wet trails along each side of my glistening cock. The warm softness of her tongue brought me to full erection.It felt fantastic, and I gasped out, “Lick!”Leah said, “Suck.” She opened her mouth wide and took in the head of my cock, using her tongue to tease the underside. Bringing her lips together, I felt the insides of her mouth pressing inward and squeezing tightly against me. When her suction began, she pulled the head of my cock deeper into her mouth. Leah’s head pulled back ever so slightly, allowing her soft lips to glide over me until my cock was almost freed. But not quite. Using the extra room, Leah teased my opening with the tip of her tongue. From the way her tongue easily twirled around, I was certain I contributed my pre-cum.Then her suction pulled me deeper into her mouth. She look

Skandinavian Folklore and Feast Days.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.Syv Slags Kaker. (or, Seven Sorts of  Cookies)December 22nd – Evening, Five Days LaterJorunn said, “Well, Gunnar, we are back at our starting point, and this concludes the tour. We got off to a rough start on the first day, but since then, I have enjoyed spending time with you. After my mom got divorced, I stopped dating. Sure, I went out in mixed groups with my friends, but I cannot remember the last time I went somewhere, by myself, with a man. The divorce made me lose all confidence and trust in men. Why enter a relationship, and give my heart to a man, knowing it is going to fail? My father hurt my mother and me so badly, that neither of us have recovered. You were so wonderful to me this week, and showed me that not all men are like my father.”Jorunn looked at me with pleading eyes, “I don’t want this tour to end. I don’t want you to leave. Can you please stay in Oslo at least a few more days?”Jorunn didn’t want me to go. And I didn’t want to leave her either. I replied, “Jorunn, I cannot think of anyone or any place I would rather be than here in Oslo, with you.”Jorunn said, “It’s still early enough that we may be able to find seating without a reservation. I know a great place for seafood.”“Lead on,” I replied.Jorunn and I discussed the now-completed tour while enjoying a delicious dinner at a small kafé. I offered suggestions for the tour, but otherwise let her know I enjoyed seeing Norway, and I told her what a wonderful guide she was. After returning to America, I promised to recommend her tours to everyone I knew.As I looked over the dessert menu, I asked Jorunn, “I’m willing to stay a few more days. Are there any other Norwegian Christmas traditions or activities worth doing over the next few days?”“If you put down that dessert menu, there is one called Syv Slags Kaker. I baked seven kinds of cookies to celebrate Jul. If you come to my house, we can have coffee and you can sample all seven kinds.”“That sounds great,” I replied. Jorunn was inviting me to her home. She was beautiful and funny, and I admit I developed fantasies about her as I watched her vlog videos back in the nursing home. Heck, I even created new fantasies over the last week. She was much warmer toward me at the end of the tour. In Tromsø, we shared a blanket as we rode in a sleigh pulled by an actual reindeer. But after the Nutcracker ballet, I held back and did not cross any lines. Could a 56-year-old man and a 25-year-old woman have a sexual relationship? I managed to keep up with Jorunn all week and didn’t see any reason not to. I reached below the table to carefully re-position myself before standing up.We made our way to the Train Station and rode to Jorunn’s neighborhood. As we walked to her house, I noticed many homes with a lighted star in one of the windows.“What are those stars,” I asked.“They are a tradition in Norway. A star is lit on the first Sunday of Advent to help guide the Three Wise Men.”We stopped in front of a modest house. There was no star in the window, but I saw sheaves of oats hung from one of the trees. I was familiar with the tradition of putting out something for the birds in the frigid days of December. As we stepped inside, I was suddenly surprised. “Hi, Mom! I would like you to meet Gunnar Larsen.”“Good evening, Mr. Larsen. Jorunn has been sending me text messages all week about your exciting travels. I hope you enjoyed your tour. My name is Leah.”This was not what I expected. I hoped to be alone with Jorunn. The family resemblance was striking and quite apparent. Leah’s straight hair was a bit shorter than Jorunn’s but matched her daughter’s pure blonde color. Her blue eyes stood out from her attractive face. She was wearing a multi-colored Norwegian Dale sweater and green trousers. I possessed absolutely no experience telling how old Norwegian women are. She must be in her forties but looked younger.I said, “I enjoyed Jorunn’s tour very much. Your daughter is quite talented in many ways. Please, call me Gunnar.”Jorunn said, “Gunnar was asking about other Jul traditions and activities here in Norway over Christmas. I thought Syv Slags Kaker would be a good one, and your cookies are the best ones in Oslo. I’ll make us some coffee.”Leah looked at me, “Please sit Gunnar. How much longer will you be staying in Norway?”I replied, “About two more weeks. I wanted to celebrate the New Year here before returning to America.”I talked about the completed tour, and she seemed interested enough that I rambled on.“I really enjoyed visiting Lillehammer. It brought back memories of watching the 1994 Winter Olympics, probably my favorite one. The music was fantastic, and the woman who sang the Olympic Hymn at the opening ceremony possessed such a wonderful voice.”Leah replied, “Her name is Sissel Kyrkjebø. She is still extremely popular today, and we consider her a national treasure. I was 18 at the time, and worked at those Olympics.”“I’d love to hear more about that,” I replied. “It was nice to see many of the venues still being used. I also enjoyed the Olympic Museum in Maihaugen, which told the history of the 1994 Olympics. I was surprised to learn that Norway has won more Olympic medals than any other country. But the highlight for me was riding the chairlift to the top of the Lysgårdsbakkene ski jump. The views were amazing. I can’t imagine anyone being brave enough to make such a jump.”“I agree with you on that!” laughed Leah.I continued, “We also flew to Tromsø, and I got to see the Northern Lights. We can sometimes see them in southern Minnesota, but they were much more impressive here with the clear Norwegian air. Jorunn and I took a ride in a sleigh, pulled by actual reindeer. Reindeer are much larger than I thought. We visited a Sami farm, where we ate reindeer stew and learned about the Sami culture.”“I’ve never been, but I hear it’s really fun,” replied Leah.“Bærums Verk was also a highlight. You may already know that the town dates to the 1600s. I loved the old buildings and cobbled streets. Although the Christmas Market was small, I found it unique, with artisans selling handmade crafts. It was nice to see the old crafts like glassblowing, ironwork, and woodworking.”Jorunn returned with a large tray, holding coffee and cookies, and we began sampling.Leah asked, “Did you take Gunnar to Pepperkakebyen in Bergen? It’s a marvelous gingerbread village in my hometown. There are over 200 small gingerbread houses, and with the tiny lights turned on, it looks so real.”Jorunn replied, “A week goes by quickly, mamma. There is only so much time. The gingerbread houses are very nice, and I have fond memories of going there with you.”As we continued talking and munching cookies, I looked around at the decorations. There was an advent calendar, wreaths, angels, gnomes called nisse, hearts, stars, and candles. The decorations looked more natural, perhaps a bit less commercialized than in America. There was a real tree, complete with its wonderful pine smell, a star at the top, garland, tinsel, ornaments, and white lights.I looked at Leah, “I noticed that you don’t have a Christmas star in the window as many of the other houses do.”Leah replied, “I found my former husband in bed with another woman. I immediately divorced him. Among the many things he took from Jorunn and I, was our Christmas Star.”Leah sounded deeply hurt and from more than just the missing star. After tasting the last of the seven cookies, Leah asked how I liked them. “The waffle-like Krumkaker was probably my favorite. We tried making them in Minnesota, but yours turned out so much better. And, of course, the Pepperkaker gingerbread stars were great.” I held up another cookie and said, “I don’t know the name of this one, but it was also excellent.”Leah replied, “That one is Serinakaker, a Norwegian butter cookie.”I realized the inevitable, “It is getting late. Thank you both, Leah and Jorunn, for a wonderful evening. I need to get back to my hotel and figure out what to do over the next few days.”I saw Jorunn look at her mother, who nodded. As I stood up, Leah did too. “Nonsense, Gunnar. I won’t have it. Come, spend Christmas with Jorunn and me! Nearly everything in Oslo shuts down in the afternoon on Christmas Eve and stays closed until the 27th. No restaurants or shops will be open. I have an unused bedroom upstairs. Come celebrate Jul with us.”I caught the signal between mother and daughter and wondered if this was pre-planned. But spending Christmas alone in my hotel sounded almost as bad as spending it alone in the nursing home. It was an easy decision. “I accept.”Leah said, “Good. I’ll stop by your hotel tomorrow and help you move your things. Perhaps we can have lunch as well at one of the restaurants along Karl Johans gate.”“It would be my pleasure, ” I replied. “Let’s say, about 11:00 AM”Little Christmas EveDecember 23rd - MorningIt was December 23rd, known in Norway as Lille Julaften. Spending Christmas with Leah and Jorunn created a problem for me. I needed to find at least one Christmas present for each, just in case they bought a gift for me. I got up early and headed out to search. Reflecting on last night, and indeed, the last week, it ended up being far simpler than I feared. I soon found a gift for each, along with reusable cloth gift bags in Christmas colors.I heard a knock on my hotel door and opened it. Leah stood there, holding a coat over her arm. She was wearing a traditional Norwegian folk costume called a bunad. Her blonde hair, simply styled, was highlighted by two attractive braids.I smiled and said, “What a pleasant surprise. You look like you just stepped out of a fairy tale.”She looked past me into the messy room, then took a step toward me and surprised me with a kiss on my cheek. She stepped back and started laughing. “It didn’t work. I am a fairy tale princess, but you are still a frog! It looks like we have some work to do cleaning up your lily pad.”As Leah entered the room, I said, “I already packed a small bag, enough for a few days.”Leah walked over to the pile of clothes from my week-long trip. She picked up a shirt and sniffed it. Then she pulled a wool sweater out from the pile. “Keep your wool sweaters away from the rest of your dirty clothes. Wool is harder to clean and may pick up the smell. Let me see what else you packed.”Leah dumped out my small gym bag onto the bed and then began tossing things aside. “This won’t do. We need to take all of your clothes back to my house and wash them.”Fond memories returned. Whenever we went on a trip, Solveig would always dump out my suitcase and re-load it with other clothes. Solvieg would also pick out clothes for me to wear whenever we dressed to go out to weddings or a party.Leah said, “Don’t expect me to wash them for you. I have other things to do to get ready for Christmas. You’ll have enough free time you can wash them yourself. We will gather everything up after we come back from lunch.”What a woman! I can see where Jorunn inherited her strong personality. We left my hotel, and Leah took me to one of her favorite kafés. As we walked, Leah’s bunad drew eyes, and attracted smiles, as if she were a magnet. As we waited for our food, I asked Leah about her bunad.Leah replied, “I don’t get to wear my bunad very often. I usually wear it for National Day in May, and for weddings and baptisms, but I haven’t been to many of those lately. Christmas is also an acceptable time to wear it.”Leah wore the traditional white blouse with a silver neckpin. Her vest was bright red with a handmade breastplate. Her navy skirt was trimmed with intricate embroidery, and covered in front by a white apron. Around her waist and running down the front was a decorative handwoven belt.“I grew up east of Bergen, in the Hardanger region, so my bunad is in the Hardanger style. While details may vary, you can tell where someone is from by which style of bunad they are wearing. It would not be proper to choose a bunad from a different region simply because you prefer a different color.”“That’s a lovely silver brooch you have on. It looks very old.”“It was my grandmother’s. Norwegians have a spiritual connection to silver, and silver brooches are handed down for many generations. One day, it will be Jorunn’s.”The food was excellent. I have not eaten a bad meal here in Norway. Leah was a great conversationalist, and she freely shared her humor and wit. Her stories from the 1994 Olympics were fascinating, and even though Jorunn and I were just there, I wanted to go back. I learned Leah worked as a radiology technician at a local hospital here in Oslo and took the entire holiday off. The meal finished too quickly, and we returned to my hotel.As we gathered my assorted clothing, I saw one of my socks on the floor, so I walked around Leah to pick it up. Turning quickly, I found myself face-to-face with her. We stared at each other for a moment, then moved at the same time. Our lips came together, and we kissed. Not a gentle kiss, but a passionate one, long and deep. Intentions were clear on both sides.We separated. Leah said, “I have not had sex since divorcing my husband nearly three years ago. That bastard took away more than my Christmas Star, he took away my trust in men. I am forty-seven years old. I never go out on dates, because I’m afraid to open my heart again to another man. Jorunn texted me every night for the past week and would send short videos she took during the day. She kept repeating how much fun she was having with you, and how nice a man you are. I know it sounds funny, but after watching and reading what Jorunn sent me, I feel like I already know you, and have made it past the first date. I know you lost the woman you loved. I cannot replace her in your heart, but if you are ready, I would like to share mine.”This was unexpected. “When I was in Minnesota, I watched Jorunn’s vlog almost every night. She is so sweet and funny and does such an excellent job. Even though I never met Jorunn, I felt like I knew her. To use your dating analogy, it’s one of the reasons I picked her as a tour guide. I felt comfortable with Jorunn and was too afraid to trust another tour company. When I came to Norway, I left my past behind. It is time for me to find something, or someone, to love.”Our bodies came together, and our lips re-joined. Any fears of rejection vanished as I locked my lips onto those of this beautiful Norwegian woman. Our tongues danced with each other, while our hands moved quickly over each other’s bodies.“Help me take off my bunad,” pleaded Leah.Together, we unclasped, unbuckled, unbuttoned, and untied, removing one layer at a time of the intricate bunad and laying it over a chair. It was like slowly opening the best Christmas present I have ever gotten, as more of Leah’s body slowly revealed itself to me. Her breasts were small, but firm, and went well with her slender frame. I forgot how delicate a woman’s features are, and Leah’s body was perfect in every way. Below her waist, I found a mound of pure blonde hair, barely darker than the color on her head.“I have no other words, you are truly a gorgeous woman, Leah.”“Thank you, Gunnar. Now it’s my turn to have fun.”Leah approached me. With small steps, she moved gracefully. She lifted my pullover shirt, pausing as it obscured my eyes. “Don’t take your shirt off. Just enjoy the sensations.” In the darkness, her fingers teasingly played with the hairs on my chest. A fingernail flicked back and forth over my nipple, drawing it to an erection. Moving lower, Leah unbuckled my trousers and slid them down, taking my knickers with them. I was not yet erect, but moving rapidly in that direction. Cool fingers wrapped around my cock and lifted, while a single fingernail twirled against my ball sack. Her tongue dragged across the tip of my cock. Then, Leah’s hands moved behind me to cup and squeeze my bum cheeks. Her warm breath washed over my cock.Leah stood and pulled my shirt the rest of the way off, and I stepped out of my trousers. We remained like this, both naked, looking longingly at each other. Leah reached up and touched my hair. “You have just a touch of grey. I like that. Few mature men are as blessed as you, with a firm, lean body. I see all kinds of patients. You look like a forty-year-old.”I suppose that was one benefit of eating the low-fat, low-sugar, and tasteless nursing home food. I lost nearly thirty pounds. “I am older than I look, and you should know that I had a stroke two years ago. I am doing much better, but still have a balance issue, and sometimes slur my words."Slurring your words might just be because you have a lazy tongue. Perhaps we can find a way to fix that later.”For a moment, I wondered what she meant, then hoped my notions might come true. Leah dropped to her knees directly in front of me and ran a finger along my nearly erect shaft. “It feels so nice to touch a real one again. What a lovely cock you have.”I said, “I’m sorry. I don’t have a very large penis.”Leah laughed, “Anything more than a mouthful is just wasted. Now let’s begin. I will say a Norwegian word, and you repeat it. Listen carefully to my pronunciation and maybe we can fix your American accent.”Leah said, “Penis.” Then she grabbed my cock with her right hand.This might be fun, so I replied, “Penis!”Leah whispered, “Rub.” Then she began gently sliding her hand along my shaft. Without any lubrication, there was quite a bit of friction.I replied, “Rub!”Leah said, “Lick.” Leah extended her tongue, and starting near the base, began leaving wet trails along each side of my glistening cock. The warm softness of her tongue brought me to full erection.It felt fantastic, and I gasped out, “Lick!”Leah said, “Suck.” She opened her mouth wide and took in the head of my cock, using her tongue to tease the underside. Bringing her lips together, I felt the insides of her mouth pressing inward and squeezing tightly against me. When her suction began, she pulled the head of my cock deeper into her mouth. Leah’s head pulled back ever so slightly, allowing her soft lips to glide over me until my cock was almost freed. But not quite. Using the extra room, Leah teased my opening with the tip of her tongue. From the way her tongue easily twirled around, I was certain I contributed my pre-cum.Then her suction pulled me deeper into her mouth. She look

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Tim Kail has an announcement...he's writing a book! Inspired by J.J. McGee's Fight Forever: A Ballad of Kevin and Sami, Tim is endeavoring to distill his decade's long analysis of pro-wrestling into a single project. This book, The Work Of Wrestling: A Book About Art, will be a combination of his best writing with all new writing on the subject of wrestling being an art. Follow on the social media gimmicks @WorkOfWrestling to stay tuned on his progress. Give the podcast a five star rating and review on Apple Podcasts. Email questions, thoughts, or suggestions to wrestlingworks@gmail.com.

Tekoälykoodaus huipputasolla | Markus Hav | 371 Neuvottelija. Markus Hav kuvaa tekoälykoodauksen terävintä kärkeä ja intensiteettiä. Tekoälyagentit muokkaavat ajattelua, työtä ja oppimista kiihtyvällä vauhdilla. Hav korostaa kontekstia, muistia ja intentioita sekä "codumentantaatiota" koodauksessa.2026 on tekoälykoodauksen käännekohta varsinkin Anthropicin ja Googlen vyöryttäessä huipputyökaluja.00:00 Anthropicin Claude Code pyyhkii tekoälypöydän00:19 Markdown pyörittää AI:ta mutta missä on hyvä editori?00:30 Claude Code Max tokenilompakot Markus €400/kk vs Sami €100/kk00:57 Lex Friedmanin tylsä tekoälyjakso?01:45 Me ei olla hei hulluja, vaan maailma syöksyy tekoälyyn02:06 Tekoälyn eksponentiaalinen kehitys 2026 vs seesteinen 202502:34 Claude Coden tokenit tekevät paljon todellista työtä03:24 Ennuste Googlen ja Geminin noususta ja miksi se oli loogista jo vuosi sitten04:09 Googlen data, piirit ja mallit yhdistyvät ylivoimaiseksi kokonaisuudeksi05:04 Asennetaan Open Claw Samin Mac Miniin!05:42 Ihmisriskin merkitys ja miksi first mover ei aina voita07:01 Tietoturvan meni uusiksi07:21 Samantha-bot auttaa Samia ja palkitaan HoxHunt koululla09:08 Ovatko agentit lojaaleja tai reagoivat kannustimiin?10:44 Agentti ei ole enää sama keskustelusta toiseen11:26 Kontekstiikkuna muistina ja sen tyhjentäminen11:57 Miljoonan tokenin aikakausi ja sen rajat13:51 Second Brain ja rajattoman kontekstin haave14:19 Muistihaku tekee agentista ihmistä tehokkaamman15:00 Ralph Wiggum malli eli tyhmä mutta sinnikäs agentti15:45 Orkestroinnin sijaan yksinkertainen tehtävälista17:31 Valmiit skill md:t ja työkalujen kypsyminen18:12 Kaikkea ei ehdi kokeilla ja se on ok20:19 Uudet työntekijät saavat AI työkaluista eniten irti21:34 Vasaraongelma ja vanhoihin teknologioihin jämähtäminen22:12 Myös kivikautiset järjestelmät kuten Cobol avautuvat tekoälylle23:30 Gemni vs Claude Code vs Codex vs xAI24:39 One shot koodaus vs oppiminen virheiden kautta26:12 Itsereflektio uutena mallikyvykkyytenä27:15 Agentti tunnistaa itsensä ja parantaa itseään28:07 Resilienssi virheisiin koodauksessa29:20 Käyttöliittymä ratkaisee oppimiskokemuksen30:12 Mallien erilaiset virheprofiilit31:24 Google Antigravity ja käytännön työnkulut32:17 Frontend backend ja tietokantarealismi33:15 Demoefekti ja turhautuminen uusissa työkaluissa34:26 Firestore vs Supabase35:26 Lovable apupyörinä ja nopean alun mahdollistajana36:25 Dokumentaation ja speksin ero37:48 Hyvä speksi on jo puoliksi tehty työ39:19 Intentioiden rajaaminen agenttien hallintaan40:05 Ajatus intentiotietokannasta GitHubin sijaan41:24 Ymmärrä miksi rakennat et vain miten42:13 Markdown ja Obsidian Second Brainin perustana43:11 Microsoftin hapuilu ja Anthropicin MS Excel PowerPoint CoWork44:16 Anthropic kaikissa pilvissä strategisena voittajana45:31 OpenAI ei kuole mutta suunta hämärtyy46:00 Elon Musk SpaceX ja xAI:n inferenssi avaruudessa50:35 Neurolink ja suora yhteys tekoälyyn52:40 Epämiellyttävät ihmiset joilla on valtava vaikutus54:41 Kiinalaiset mallit ja agenttinen rynnäkkö56:39 Satojen miljoonien tokenien orkestrointi57:36 Halvat mallit mahdollistavat massiiviset agenttijoukot58:31 2026 käännekohtana ihmiskunnan historiassa59:12 Käytännön ensiaskel agenttiseen tekemiseen1:00:04 Agenttiset selaimet ja varovaisuuden tarve1:01:23 Lovable ja Firebase matalan kynnyksen alkuun1:02:13 Oivallus että kuka tahansa voi rakentaa1:03:35 Yhdessä tekeminen oppimisen katalyyttinä1:04:07 Käyttöliittymien kuolema - UX is dead?#neuvottelija Sisäpiirissä kekustellaan onko käyttöliittymä ihmisille turhaa koodia,Katso Sisäpirijaksot ja tue Samia#neuvottelija Sami Miettinen

Benjamin reviews the 2026 GMC Terrain Denali, a model we haven't even thought about since 2021! It's got good looks, plenty of equipment and a decent price... but why is Sami so annoyed by it? Maybe it has something to do with his ancient phone... Then Sami reviews the 2026 Volvo XC60, a car the guys haven't reviewed since 2022! It has a mild hybrid system, a punchy turbo-four and decent looks, so Sami and Benjamin get to the bottom of why this car has been overshadowed by other choices in the segment. That's it for this week, thanks for listening!

Ioan 3 3. Drept răspuns, Isus i-a zis: „Adevărat, adevărat îţi spun că, dacă un om nu se naşte din nou, nu poate vedea Împărăţia lui Dumnezeu.”

On this week's @betches, Sami and Aleen are back in the studio, gushing about meeting Jordana's baby, Charlie, and recapping everything from surviving the “why is the groundhog in charge of the weather?” debate to a nostalgic detour into dinosaurs and Magic School Bus (elite TV, by the way). Then it's Grammys time: red carpet slays and flops, the ICE Out pins, and why Lady Gaga is forever the QUEEN and the best dressed of the night. Plus, they get into Bad Bunny converting new fans, the Best New Artist conversation (and how much Spotify and Taylor Swift might matter), Cher's unforgettable moment, and what Justin Bieber's performance, plus Hailey reaction shots during it, may or may not say about their marriage. Finally, they discuss the Kim Kardashian and Lewis Hamilton rumors, Travis breaking a chair and fearing Taylor's wrath, and what they are watching right now, including the Devil Wears Prada 2 trailer. Go to the Betches Podcast YouTube page to watch full length episodes every Friday: Youtube.com/@betchespod   Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The wpov crew discuss the royal rumble, roman vs punk, Gunther in the rumble?, ajs retirement, HHH, HHH on the cover of 2k26, drew vs Sami, pwi achievement awards, this week in wrestling, the 5 second shuffle championship and more!

MMA Lock of the Night is back to give you breakdowns and predictions for PFL Dubai: Nurmagomedov vs Davis. Also on the card, Kuramagomedov vs Musaev, Lazy King vs St. Louis, Pinedo vs Isbulaev, and Rahmani vs Williams.

Mít hezký vztah k sobě. Mít se rád, být sám se sebou v klidu, věřit si. To je pro spoustu z nás velká výzva. Proč to tak je a co s tím můžeme dělat, rozebírá Patrik Buday s terapeutkami Danou Pokornou a Natalií Schwab Figush.

In this second installment of Behind the Curtain, the Samis pull back the layers and invite you inside what's next at FORM. Looking at February through April, they share an inside look at everything they've been building, from new programs to upcoming activewear drops, and the intention behind each launch.Tune in as they walk through each month's standout moments, from February's Love Yourself Loudly campaign, including brand-new programs from Brynley and Grace, to a stacked March featuring Sami's very first core-focused series and the long-awaited launch of FORM's first expanded sizing Everybody Collection. Plus, get an exclusive teaser for something BIG coming in April — a project that's been over a year in the making with a very familiar New York–based face.Equal parts sneak peek and celebration, this episode will have you marking your calendar for everything that's to come.Links: Love Yourself Loudly Collection Early Access Waitlist: https://manage.kmail-lists.com/subscriptions/subscribe?a=XKSkSp&g=SUZLzFTransform Instagram - click here!Sami Spalter Instagram - click here!Sami Clarke Instagram - click here!FORM Shop - click here!FORM Website - click here!Code TRANSFORM for 20% off an annual membership.This episode may contain paid endorsements and advertisements for products and services. Individuals on the show may have a direct, or indirect financial interest in products, or services referred to in this episode.This episode is brought to you by:IQBAR: Text TRANSFORM to 64000 to get 20% off all IQBAR products, plus free shipping. Message and data rates apply. Nutrafol: Nutrafol is offering our listeners $10 off your first month's subscription and free shipping when you visit Nutrafol.com and enter promo code TRANSFORMCozy Earth: Check out their bamboo and Sutton pajama collection at cozyearth.com. Use our code TRANSFORMBOGO to get these pj's for you and someone you love! Only available January 25th-February 8th. The Real Real: Get $25 off your first purchase when you go to TheRealReal.com/transform Ollie: Take the guesswork out of your dog's well-being. Go to ollie.com/transform and use code transform to get 60% off your first box!RW Knudsen: With R.W. Knudsen, krush 100% of your day - morning, afternoon, evening, and all the moments in between - with 100% juice and no added sugar. Pick up a bottle at your local grocery store today. Produced by Dear MediaSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

This week we're breaking down the odd finish to this year's WWE Men's Royal Rumble and what happens next with Oba Femi, Roman Reigns, Jacob Fatu, Cody Rhodes, Gunther, AJ Styles and more! Also, we dive into how amazing the Women's Royal Rumble was and what is to come on Monday Night Raw!Also, we dive into all the latest in TNA Wrestling with Mike Santana, Ash By Elegance, Trey Miguel, The System and the rest of the Impact Wrestling team! Finally, AEW had a week of great matches but limited storylines... GOOD THING TOMMASO CIAMPA IS ALL ELITE! We discuss the Black Heart's arrival to AEW and what could be next for him!WELCOME BACK TO REBOOKED! ⏰ Subscribe to the channel to be alerted! https://www.youtube.com/@REBOOKEDWrestling?sub_confirmation=1

Send us a textEver walked into a networking event or professional gathering wondering if you're wearing the right thing, saying the right things, or even supposed to be there? You're not alone. In this episode, hosts Sami Kinnison and Angela Belford reveal a simple mental shift that can transform how you show up in any room—and it has nothing to do with what others think of you.Angela introduces the powerful concept of "host energy vs guest energy" and explains why belonging isn't something others grant you—it's something you claim for yourself. Learn how shifting from waiting for validation to actively creating welcome can change not just how you feel, but how everyone around you experiences the space.What You'll LearnThe difference between "guest energy" (waiting for confirmation you belong) and "host energy" (owning your presence and welcoming others)Why belonging is a decision you make, not permission others giveHow abandonment issues can impact your sense of belongingPractical ways to make others feel included (even when you're uncertain yourself)The "empty chair philosophy" and other subtle gestures that create belongingWhen it's healthy to leave rooms where you no longer want to belongWhy being the smartest person in the room might mean you're in the wrong roomKey Takeaways"I belong to me" - Angela's breakthrough realization that belonging starts with self-acceptance, not external validationThe host energy shift - When you walk into any space focused on making others feel welcome, you automatically claim your own belongingFake it till you make it (sort of) - Even if you're uncertain about your own belonging, affirming others' belonging creates a positive feedback loopSmall gestures matter - From making space in circles to always having an empty chair, little acts of inclusion compoundChoose your rooms wisely - You get to decide which spaces align with who you want to be, and it's okay to consciously leave communities that no longer serve youResources MentionedTraveling Light - Angela's program featuring the seven core beliefs, including belongingBelief Assessment - Tool used in Angela and Sami's executive coachingBob Goff's Writers Conference - Example of host energy in actionGallup StrengthsFinder - Assessment that identified Sami's "inclusion" strengthAbout the HostsSami Kinnison naturally scores high on belonging and has "inclusion" as one of her top Gallup strengths. She's passionate about making sure everyone has space in the circle.Angela Belford has deeply studied belonging through the lens of abandonment and teaches the seven core beliefs in her Traveling Light program and executive coaching practice.Order Traveling Light wherever you get your books!Sign up at bfreakingawesome.com to get the latest news, insights, and episodes straight to your inbox.Follow Be Freaking Awesome on Facebook, LinkedIn, Youtube, and Instagram.Let us know what questions you want to be answered and discussed by emailing us at podcast@bfreakingawesome.com.

This week host Tim Kail is joined by renowned author J.J. McGee (MithGifs) to discuss their book Fight Forever: The Ballad of Kevin and Sami, a detailed history of two of pro-wrestling's greatest...ahem...the two greatest wrestlers of all time. Tim and J.J. discuss how this project came to be, J.J.'s writing practice, the most surprising piece of research they found, interviewing Kevin and Sami for the book, chronicling the history of these two modernday folk heroes, Kevin and Sami's legendary obsession with detail, their ability to weave macro and micro narratives into their matches, how the Montreal Screwjob is like their comic book characters' childhood trauma, and their small acts of kindness, revealing two genuinely good people. You can buy Fight Forever: The Ballad of Kevin and Sami on Amazon by clicking here. Follow J.J. McGee on Social Media @MithGifs. Thank you for listening! 

Ioan 13 1. Înainte de praznicul Paştilor, Isus, ca Cel care ştia că I-a sosit ceasul să plece din lumea aceasta la Tatăl, şi, fiindcă iubea pe ai Săi, care erau în lume, i-a iubit până la capăt.2. În timpul Cinei, după ce diavolul pusese în inima lui Iuda Iscarioteanul, fiul lui Simon, gândul să-L […]

Well kids they are just trying to make it to the Rumble Cody wants to win for a 3rd time but Randy wants a 15th belt, wait Jey wants another win, but Sami might be champ. Que the Vision Continental classic US open Dragonoff is really this dumb? I thought there were no more spots open Charlotte wants to win Flew to saudi for that? Trick is a good guy and Kathy enjoys dark meat A Miz match no thanks 8 Man tag don't take a risk Subscribe on patreon.com/LingusMafia for ad-free and video versions of the show, exclusive PPV/PLE reviews and bonus shows including every Wrestlemania, SummerSlam, Royal Rumble, Survivor Series, and Saturday Night's Main Event ever. Get access to over 10 years of podcasts! Stay connected: All our social media (@LingusMafia) links can be found here: https://linktr.ee/lingusmafia We have merch! Shirts, hoodies, stickers and more: lingusmafiashop.printify.me/ Drop us an email with comments or questions: lingusmafia@gmail.com Check our YouTube out at Wrestle Lingus Show! Remember to leave a comment and rate the show wherever you get your podcast from, we gotta get the word out there, we aren't too proud to beg, please? Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

The Unnamed Automotive Podcast welcomes a fun guest and friend to this weeks episode, DoubleClutch.ca founder Adi Desai, who is here to talk about his eclectic collection of cars and fun stories about finding them. Is an unreliable, expensive to repair car still good if it's a fun, unique driving experience? Are your favorite video-game cover cars as good as you remember them when you transfer them from the digital world to the real one? Then Benjamin and Sami review the 2026 Hyundai Palisade, which has recieved a significant redesign this year with a new off-road trim and hybrid powertrain that injects new life into the three-row SUV. Finally we try to answer a reader question about Hemi V8s and the future of the Dodge Charger. Thanks for listening!

On this week's @betches, Aleen and Sami try to cope with the state of the world and kick things off with Sami's wildly specific dream about surviving a fascism with Aleen. They pivot to Grammys weekend for a full fashion detour, dissecting Margot Robbie's Wuthering Heights press-tour gown and how Lauren Sanchez can make outfit look cheap. Then it is back to the Blake Lively legal timeline, asking if filming with an unsigned acting contract is normal, why Travis Kelce did not quit while he was ahead, and what exactly Sydney Sweeney's marketing team is trying to sell. Finally, they land in Beckhamland to tally Brooklyn's tattoo math and ask what all of this says about the health of the relationship. Go to the Betches YouTube page to watch full length episodes every Friday: Youtube.com/@betchespod   Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

We revisit Arctic Kiruna to hear how over a century of mining and other industries has impacted the reindeer herding indigenous Sami of northern Sweden. We meet the renowned Sami textile artist Britta Marakatt-Labba who for years has been depicting Sami mythology and culture through embroidered art.We visit Abisko, one of the best places on earth to see the Aurora Borealis, or northern lights.And away from Kiruna, in domestic politics, it's been a depressing week for the Liberals.Presented by Dave Russell and Michael Walsh.

The team is back and ready to talk what they love!!! Lots of news to discuss and so many WWE shows to cover!!! Things get confusing as Hater Mike doesn't know whether he is playing chess, checkers or connect four.......Arianna has had enough of his 2 cents and gives his change back!!! We come up with our own ideas for AJ Styles exit, Royal Rumble predictions and a wishlist for surprise superstars!!! CHEERS!!!JERKING THE CURTAINROUND TABLE OF TOPICSNEWSTNA live!!! Nando and Jonathan's experience Elon Musk a potential buyer for WWE…..good or bad???Vikingo signed to WWEShane McMahon set to be the first ever AEW GM Rumor…..WWE purchasing license for Judas music???Powerhouse Hobbs is WWE, now known as Royce Keys Tommaso is All Elite “You Just Made the List” Top 5 wishlist for Royal Rumble SMACKDOWN Already off to a bad start with Sami kicking off the show and lemon pepper steppers Randy pushing for title run….does it happen? Carmelo gets assist from Miz after another banger of a match with Dragunov Cody and Jacobs face off is epic!!! I mean just think about the offer Jordynne….Jades days as champion are numberedDoes CharBliss have a RR moment???Wow Solo!!! MFT is your new tag champions Nick keeping Truths balls safe and thoughts on his message to AJ Styles Drew speaks nothing but the truth Sami is loved in Rhiyad……..just saying SNMECody and Fatu put on a helluva match……DQ was the right choice Team Rhiyo wins, right choiceAJ and Shinsuke put on a great match, lots of hits in the feelers for those that saw them wrestle in 2016 Big surprise, hometown hero gets the win RAWThe Phenomenal 1 kicks off RAW….is RR his last match???AJ Styles vs Punk moves the fucking needle The ladies put on a great match…..Stephanie still showing that ankle isn't goodWill Finn listen to Punk? Adam Pearce is up to something and I like it…..Heyman looks nervous Steph and Raquel are cooking……let's gooooGunther's good……hate to say it but the man cooks as a heel Great to see the Creed Brothers back Can Otis/Tazawa have a great match against the Usos? Becky, Kairi and Asuka are gold!!! This Toronto crowd sucks as bad as a USA crowdFinn crashes a legends match NXTJoe Hendry does not appearTag Team mayhem What's Nikkita Lyons up to???What does Ethan want with Myles???Tony speaks next week…..finallyIs Zaria getting too petty???Keanu Carver needs a better finisher Royal Rumble Predictions!!!Check out the Smackdown Siblings on TikTok Episodes dropping weekly!!!Follow on the gram @the.funkaholiks.pod THEE POD THAT TALKS WHAT THEY LOVE 

Fluent Fiction - Norwegian: From Strangers to Kindred Spirits: Capturing Sami Soul Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/no/episode/2026-01-29-23-34-02-no Story Transcript:No: Kjetil stod midt i den snødekte landsbyen i Finnmark.En: Kjetil stood in the middle of the snow-covered village in Finnmark.No: Øynene hans strålte av entusiasme da han så reinen bevege seg grasiøst over slettene.En: His eyes beamed with enthusiasm as he watched the reindeer move gracefully across the plains.No: Det var Samenes nasjonaldag, og feststemningen fylte luften.En: It was the Sami National Day, and the festive spirit filled the air.No: Fargerike gáktier, samedraktene, lyste opp den hvite vinteren.En: Colorful gáktier, the traditional Sami outfits, lit up the white winter.No: Kjetil var en fotograf fra Oslo, på jakt etter de perfekte bildene som kunne fange sjelen til det samiske folket under reinflyttingsfestivalen.En: Kjetil was a photographer from Oslo, searching for the perfect shots that could capture the soul of the Sami people during the reindeer migration festival.No: Ingrids latter brøt inn i tankene hans.En: Ingrid's laughter broke into his thoughts.No: Hun var en ung samekvinne med dypt engasjement for sitt folk og sin kultur.En: She was a young Sami woman with a deep commitment to her people and culture.No: Hun så på Kjetil med en blanding av nysgjerrighet og skepsis.En: She looked at Kjetil with a mix of curiosity and skepticism.No: "Du er her for å ta bilder, ikke sant?En: "You're here to take photos, right?"No: " spurte hun, vennlig, men bestemt.En: she asked, friendly but firm.No: "Ja," svarte Kjetil, "men jeg ønsker å forstå, ikke bare observere.En: "Yes," replied Kjetil, "but I want to understand, not just observe."No: "Ingrid smilte skeivt.En: Ingrid smiled wryly.No: "Mange utlendinger sier det," sa hun.En: "Many foreigners say that," she said.No: "Men hvordan kan jeg vite at du er ekte?En: "But how can I know that you're genuine?"No: "Mens Ingrid og Kjetil snakket, holdt Synnøve øye med dem.En: While Ingrid and Kjetil talked, Synnøve kept an eye on them.No: Hun var Ingrids kusine, alltid beskyttende.En: She was Ingrid's cousin, always protective.No: Hun likte ikke at Ingrid ga Kjetil for mye oppmerksomhet.En: She didn't like that Ingrid was giving Kjetil too much attention.No: Synnøve var skeptisk.En: Synnøve was skeptical.No: Dagen gikk, og festivalens musikalske rytmer og fortellinger bredte seg gjennom den kalde kvelden.En: The day went on, and the festival's musical rhythms and stories spread through the cold evening.No: Kjetil bestemte seg for å senke kameraet sitt og delta i aktivitetene.En: Kjetil decided to lower his camera and participate in the activities.No: Han danset til musikken og lærte å lage lasso som brukes i reindriften.En: He danced to the music and learned how to make a lasso used in reindeer herding.No: Han følte varme fra fellesskapet, til tross for den bitende kulden.En: He felt warmth from the community, despite the biting cold.No: Da natten senket seg, samlet de seg rundt bålet.En: As night fell, they gathered around the fire.No: Ingrid delte historier fra sin barndom, om det harde, men vakre livet i nord.En: Ingrid shared stories from her childhood, about the harsh yet beautiful life in the north.No: Kjetil lyttet intenst.En: Kjetil listened intently.No: Han fortalte så sin egen historie.En: He then told his own story.No: "Jeg vokste opp i Oslo, alltid omgitt av byens støy," fortalte han.En: "I grew up in Oslo, always surrounded by the city's noise," he said.No: "Jeg oppdaget fotografering som en måte å se det folk ofte overser.En: "I discovered photography as a way to see what people often overlook.No: Jeg vil vise verden de vakre kulturene vi har.En: I want to show the world the beautiful cultures we have."No: "Ingrid så på ham i det flakkende lyset av bålet, og det var som om et bånd vokste mellom dem i denne enkle, men dype delingen.En: Ingrid looked at him in the flickering light of the fire, and it was as if a bond grew between them in this simple yet profound sharing.No: Selv om Synnøve fortsatt var på vakt, så hun at Ingrid hadde åpnet sitt hjerte litt mer.En: Although Synnøve was still cautious, she saw that Ingrid had opened her heart a little more.No: Ingrid bestemte seg for å gi Kjetil en sjanse.En: Ingrid decided to give Kjetil a chance.No: Hun inviterte ham til å bli med på flere aktiviteter, vise ham hennes verden.En: She invited him to join more activities, to show him her world.No: Dagene gikk, og Kjetils kamera fanget mer enn bare bilder.En: The days passed, and Kjetil's camera captured more than just images.No: Han fanget historier, smil, og en dypere forståelse av samenes liv.En: He captured stories, smiles, and a deeper understanding of the Sami life.No: Han lærte å respektere, ikke bare beundre.En: He learned to respect, not just admire.No: Ingrid og Kjetil begynte å bygge noe som liknet et vennskap.En: Ingrid and Kjetil began to build something akin to friendship.No: Ettersom festivalen gikk mot slutten, følte Kjetil seg mer hjemme, ikke lenger en fremmed.En: As the festival drew to a close, Kjetil felt more at home, no longer a stranger.No: Han var blitt akseptert, om enn forsiktig, av samfunnets folk.En: He had been accepted, albeit cautiously, by the people of the community.No: Kjetil tok med seg mer enn bare bilder tilbake til Oslo.En: Kjetil took back more than just photos to Oslo.No: Han tok med seg en dypere respekt for en kultur han først bare hadde ønsket å fange med kameraet sitt.En: He took with him a deeper respect for a culture he initially only wanted to capture with his camera.No: Ingrid fant ut at det å dele sin verden kunne bringe forståelse og en følelse av fellesskap, selv med dem som først syntes å være annerledes.En: Ingrid found that sharing her world could bring understanding and a sense of community, even with those who seemed different at first.No: Og blant hette av stjernene over Finnmark, var de ikke lenger fremmede, men del av en større fortelling om forståelse og respekt.En: And under the cloak of stars over Finnmark, they were no longer strangers, but part of a larger story of understanding and respect. 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Three weeks after finishing second at Silk Road Mountain Race, Sami Sauri hiked up Mont Blanc in the dark and paraglided off the summit at dawn.Sami is a mountain woman in every sense — she ski tours, she paraglides, she bikepacks remote corners of the world, and she documents it all through her lens. Based in Chamonix, she's proof you don't have to choose between competing and creating.In this episode of Detours, we talk about the steep learning curve of ultracycling, getting a mentor to prepare for Silk Road Mountain Race, and the power of mantras. Sami shares how she went from signing up for her first ultra after a couple bottles of wine to podiums at the world's most demanding mountain races and how she's built a life that blends her creative and competitive pursuits. Follow Sami on Instagram: @samisauriPlus we have a bonus segment with our Sound Designer, Ben Crannell. Ben just got back from riding the Queen's Ransom route in Arizona and shares all about his adventure! If you're keen to hear more about the Queen's Ransom or Arizona Trail Race, check out our Detours episode with Kara Woolgar.  Follow Mel on Instagram: @melwwebbFollow Detours on Instagram: @detourscyclingFollow Albion on Instagram: @albion.cyclingUse code DETOURS15 to get 15% off your next order from AlbionIf you love this show please consider pledging your support to sustain producing this show: https://buymeacoffee.com/detourspodcast

Host Ricky Sacks is joined by co-host Jamie Brown via Daily Hotspur as we are joined by Senior Football Correspondent Sami Mokbel as we discuss West Ham close to finalising the signing of Antonín Kinsky, with Spurs looking at either Sam Johnstone or West Ham's reserve keeper Mads Hermansen to Spurs on a similar deal. Sami also brings us the latest up to date news on Spurs' pursuit of Andy Robertson along with discussing other potential signings and exits before the end of the window. We also discuss on the eve of the Frankfurt game for Spurs, the future of Thomas Frank and who is responsible for what inside Tottenham Hotspur Football Club. Independent Multi-Award Winning Tottenham Hotspur Fan Channel (Podcast) providing instant post-match analysis and previews to every single Spurs match along with a range of former players, managers and special guests. Whilst watching our content we would greatly appreciate if you can LIKE the video and SUBSCRIBE to the channel, along with leaving a COMMENT below. - DIRECT CHANNEL INFORMATION: - Media/General Enquiries: lastwordonspurs@outlook.com - SOCIALS: * Twitter: ⁠https://www.twitter.com/LastWordOnSpurs⁠ * Instagram: ⁠https://www.instagram.com/LastWordOnSpurs⁠ * Facebook: ⁠https://www.facebook.com/LastWordOnSpurs⁠ * YouTube: ⁠https://www.youtube.com/c/LastWordOnSpurs⁠ *Threads: ⁠https://www.threads.net/@lastwordonspurs⁠ *BlueSky: ⁠https://bsky.app/profile/lastwordonspurs.bsky.social⁠ WEBSITE: ⁠www.lastwordonspurs.com⁠ #THFC #TOTTENHAM #SPURS Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

This week Tim Kail opens up about his increased passion for professional wrestling and what that means for his mental state. He discusses Fight Forever: The Ballad of Kevin and Sami by JJ McGee and how it uncorked his imagination as he spent three days cat sitting in an apartment overlooking The Hudson River.  

It's the go home show to SNME, how bad could it be? Sami is from everywhere Trick is a star Randy is pissed Mello gives another title shot Miz gives opportunity Jordan Grace wants to look like Sable Oh good the Wyatts and MFTs Another theft Drew shits on Sami as a father Kit WIlson wants to bone Sami Slaps the piss out of Drew Sami can't stay out of shit Subscribe on patreon.com/LingusMafia for ad-free and video versions of the show, exclusive PPV/PLE reviews and bonus shows including every Wrestlemania, SummerSlam, Royal Rumble, Survivor Series, and Saturday Night's Main Event ever. Get access to over 10 years of podcasts! Stay connected: All our social media (@LingusMafia) links can be found here: https://linktr.ee/lingusmafia We have merch! Shirts, hoodies, stickers and more: lingusmafiashop.printify.me/ Drop us an email with comments or questions: lingusmafia@gmail.com Check our YouTube out at Wrestle Lingus Show! Remember to leave a comment and rate the show wherever you get your podcast from, we gotta get the word out there, we aren't too proud to beg, please? Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

This weeks show starts with Sami's review of the 2026 Toyota Sienna minivan, which is apparently inspired by Japan's iconic bullet trains. Although our hosts struggle to see the direct connection, their discussion of the minivan covers all kinds of topics, ranging from the importance of max cargo room in a van, to whether shared media experiences are still valuable during a roadtrip. Then the guys talk about a few important news topics that came up, including the death of the Dodge Hornet, the arrival and cancellation of the new Chevy Bolt, and the arrival of new Chinese EVs on Canadian roads. Finally the show wraps up with an important reader question. We hope you enjoyed listening this episode as much as we loved recording it!

This week, join Mike McGuire as the road to WWE's Royal Rumble continues! After securing the main event of the show at Saturday Night's Main Event in Montreal, Sami Zayn is set to face Drew McIntyre for the WWE Championship.  We get YOUR feedback as to whether or not Sami will actually win the title! Plus, you'll meet Nick Szalanski, promoter of the BC Interior's "Thrash Wrestling".  Find out how Thrash Wrestling transformed from the kind of wrestling that would turn some away, into a well-known and community backed promotion which continues to grow and thrive. The Wrestling Observer's Dave Meltzer joins the show to discuss Sami Zayn's chances of winning the WWE Title, whether or not AJ Styles will REALLY retire at the Rumble, AEW's upcoming Pay Per View build and more! For more on our shows, visit celebratewrestling.com 

Before diving into this week's @Betches, Aleen and Sami congratulate Jordana on the birth of her BABY! Then they dive into the week's chaos. First up, Brooklyn Beckham's latest family drama, plus whether Nicola Peltz did or didn't rewrite the wedding story. Aleen and Sami flip through his photography book and ask, “Are elephants really that hard to photograph?” Next, they put on their lawyer hats and dig into the Taylor Swift and Blake Lively texts, unpacking what those messages say about their friendship and why Justin Baldoni got called a “doofus.” Finally, they break down the Summer House heartbreak, Taylor Swift watching Donna Kelce on The Traitors, and the very important question: what is happening with Greenland? Go to the @Betches YouTube page to watch full length episodes every Friday: Youtube.com/@betchespod   Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

We are talking about everything wrestling in the WWE world!!! Nando T and Jonathan will be live at TNA on AMC, be sure to look for us!!! We will be on TV!!! haha......all kidding aside todays episode we discuss the new roster on NXT and give first impressions......plus round table of topics, you just made the list and a breakdown of highlights from Smackdown and RAW!!! CHEERS!!!JERKING THE CURTAINROUND TABLE OF TOPICSNEWSTNA spending some of that AMC money……Elana Black and Daria Rae have been signed Becky says last run, last contract Tommaso is officially done with WWEBaron Corbin to AEWChelsea hints at Unreal spinoff focused on female locker room “You Just Made the List” Top 5 WWE superstar logos SMACKDOWN The Champ kicks off the show and has a marching band…..no rematch for Cody makes this story more interesting Tourney kicks off with an RKO…….poor Miz Who knocked out Fatu's teeth??? Drew running from him makes me nervous Wyatt Sicks want their lantern back, the message is poetic from Uncle Howdy…..better without the mask???Cody getting MJ like with the fans This UK crowd is confusing…..boos and cheers for Cody…..either way Cody is pissed Matt Cardona putting over Trick and Kit……sucks my hairy ass Cody vs Fatu is grrrreat for business Chelsea gives her best but comes up short against the Muscle Muffin Dragunov losing to Sami is bad for business RAWGunther and AJ kick off the show, Gunther playing head games Nattie going heel, this could get interesting What is my GM up to??? Think he's had more than a drink Would have rather heard Jey enter RR on social media What's that look from Roxeanne???We need more Penta, Rey and Dragon Lee….AP you sneaky devil

Celebrate Giant Robots' 600th episode in style as Sami pulls together thoughtbot staff old and new to celebrate this monumental milestone. Sami shines a light on his colleagues at thoughtbot and the history of the show, reflecting on how far they've all come and what makes thoughtbot feel so special, before putting his guests in the hot seat with some hard hitting trivia that only another thoughtbotter could know. — Your guests for the 600th episode of Giant Robots Smashing Into Other Giant Robots have been: Bethan Ashley - Svenja Schäfer - Ferdia Kenny - Moses Amama - Rémy Hannequin - Sarah Lima - Trésor Bireke - Dawn Delatte - Aji Slater - Neil Carvalho - Louis Antonopoulos You can find Chad all over social media as @cpytel and Sami through his website. You can also connect with the trio via their LinkedIn pages - Chad - Will - Sami. Got room for more? Dive into the archive of Giant Robots and check out some of the key episodes mentioned on today's show. Episode 1: Polymorphism vs. Conditionals Episode 244: A Fork in the Road with Seth Godin Episode 562: The Evolution of Design Sprints with Dawn Delatte and Elaina Natario Episode 571: Space, Software and Surprises with Rémy Hannequin If you would like to support the show over the next 100 episodes why not head over to our GitHub page, or check out our website. Got a question or comment about the show? Why not write to our hosts: hosts@giantrobots.fm This has been a thoughtbot podcast. Stay up to date by following us on social media - LinkedIn - Mastodon - YouTube - Bluesky © 2026 thoughtbot, inc.

On this week's @ betches, Aleen and Sami kick off with a catch up and officially enter their mahjong era, then recap the Golden Globes 2026 from Nikki Glaser's best lines to music cues that made zero sense. Aleen tells many tales from her work trip in LA. She talks about Spotify party celebrity sightings, forgetting names of celebrities in their face, and how she met some of the Heated Rivalry cast. Plus, they unveil a new segment and ask their burning question: why won't Timothée Chalamet say Kylie Jenner's name out loud? Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices