This week, Mike Agerbo and John Biehler talk about a new development with smart bulbs coming from Wiz that uses your existing wifi as a motion sensor for the smart bulb - cool or creepy? They also discuss how artificial intelligence generated art has become a problem for stock image websites due to potential copyright issues. Uber just launched a new option that allows you to be picked up by a Telsa or other electric vehicle - is it worth the premium? All this and the latest tech news. Can't get enough of GetConnected and our charmingly nerdy hosts? Subscribe to the GetConnected podcast and don't forget to listen to them discuss mobile technology on the App Show podcast. You can also find us on the web, YouTube, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and TikTok.
In this episode I sit down and have a conversation with my personal couples therapist, Christine Mourad, who is one of the most skilled and brilliant therapists I have worked with. It's been some time since my last episode, "I See You In Me", but I have not stopped pondering the necessity of creating safety, empathy, and compassion in our personal relationships which extends outward in society. We cover: Giving yourself a big fat spoonful of grace, realizing you are a work in progress, and not a fully realized being. The importance of self compassion. Sensing into the body and letting go in the body. The balance of "not always excavating the root causes" of our reactions but being mindful to not bypass difficult feelings. The sacred ground of holding space for ourselves and another in a relationship to be fully alive. Establishing safety in relationships and what that really means. The evolution in "moving forward" and growth in a relationship - both as individuals and as a couple. There needs to be space for anger and conflict. What's getting in the way in your relationships? Family of origin issues? Trauma? Not accessing the wise adult but living in a state of the adaptive child? We are born attached, we are born to attach, part of being in our full selves is to be connected and belong. In our true selves - that doesn't mean we will get everyone's approval - but we need to feel connected and belong to feel whole. Psychedelic Therapy Our feelings as therapists about the fast food approach of coaching and therapy on social media. How trauma can stop life from unfolding and flowing.
In episode 166 a few months ago I shared stories about how we can experience the joy of relationships when people spread a little relational sunshine around. Today's episode is another story that shows how it's done. A story that will make you smile. One you can adapt to spark joy in your own relationships. Welcome to You Were Made for This If you find yourself wanting more from your relationships, you've come to the right place. Here you'll discover practical principles you can use to experience the life-giving relationships you were made for. If you're new to the podcast, the easiest way to access all past and future episodes is to go to JohnCertalic.com and click on the follow or subscribe button. You'll then get a brief email each week with a link to the latest episode, together with a description of what it's about. Someone with a need Today's example of the joy of relationships started with my wife, Janet, and a particular need she had. We were preparing for a week at Forest Springs, a Christian camp where we've been going to for years with our son and his family. Janet felt the need for a pedicure before we went and checked in to the place where she's gone for this in the past. This time, though, She was disturbed by how much it was going to cost, as they had recently raised their rates. Sensing this problem, I offered to solve it. Because I'm a guy and that's what we do. “Let me paint your toenails, Janet,” I said gleefully. “I've never done it before, but how hard can it be? I'll watch a YouTube video to learn how. There are paint brushes in a tin can down in the basement I can use. All you need to do is get the paint you want, and we'll be good to go. Think how much money we'll save!” One joy of relationships is feeling free to ask for help Her response surprised me as it was not as appreciative as I had expected. She was not as confident in my skill level in this kind of thing as I was. “I think I'll ask Eleanor instead“, Janet replied. “I like the way she does her own toes; she's quite artistic, and maybe she'll do mine.” Yeah, right I thought. Eleanor is our 17-year-old granddaughter and was quite busy with tennis lessons, ballet practice, and her part-time job at Target. I know her heart would be in the right place, but she won't have time. A few days later Janet asked Eleanor if she would give her a pedicure. In the blink of an eye, Eleanor said, “Sue, Grandma. Of course. We'll make it a spa day!” A week later Eleanor drove over to our house for her and Janet's “Spa Day.” She's only 17, and I'm just starting to get used to her driving. I used to drive her to school every Tuesday, and now she's driving herself. She's growing up way too fast. The joy of relationships in blessing someone Anyway, she came to our house and went off into our small room where we have our TV and started in on Janet's toes. About halfway through the procedure, I wandered in and snapped a photo of our artist at work. It's the cover photo for today's episode. Be sure to look at it if you haven't already done so. Walking out of the room I thought, what kind of kid does this kind of thing? There are adults working at beauty salons for a living who hate the idea of touching someone's feet. Yet here Eleanor is doing this willingly. That evening I posted the photo on Facebook with the comment, You know your granddaughter loves you when she paints your toenails. That's the kind of kid who does that kind of thing. A girl who loves her grandmother. The scene so reminded me of Jesus washing the feet of the disciples. Both scenes depict the joy of relationships. One person serving the needs of another. One person blessing another. The joy of relationships in watching others In reflecting on the photo I took and what it captures I witnessed the joy of relationships on several levels. It starts with Janet feeling free to ask Eleanor to help her, knowing how busy our granddaughter was. Eleanor could easily have said, I'd love to, but I'm too busy, and Janet would have understood. She would have been okay with that. Janet loves getting her toenails painted, and she felt blessed that Eleanor did this for her. Her joy tank was filled to overflowing. I felt joy in watching how this incident brought out the best in Eleanor. Whenever we willingly serve others it brings out the best in us. We were made for this, you know. I also felt Joy in seeing how my son and daughter-in-law raised Eleanor. Teenagers don't inherently want to paint their grandmother's toenails. Her parents disciplined her well at an early age, and instilled virtues in her that make joy in relationships possible. For me, I felt the joy of relationships just watching this bonding activity of our granddaughter with Janet. It had nothing to do with me, but it filled my heart with joy to see them relating with each other like this. When all 10 toes were painted to perfection, Janet and Eleanor left the house to go out for lunch and a little shopping - a perfect ending to their spa day. So what does all this mean for YOU? How can you use what you've heard today to improve the relationships in YOUR life? A couple of ideas from this episode come to mind. First off, ask for help from someone you normally wouldn't ask. Even ask a teenager. They can do more than we often give them credit for. Look for the Spirit of God working in the lives of people around you. Be sensitive to what pleases others. Be a joy giver, not just a joy watcher Watch people interact with each other. Develop your people-watching skills. Cultivate a holy curiosity. Observing the joy of relationships between two strangers can fill your heart, too. Here's the main takeaway I hope you remember from today's episode One of the great joys of life is the joy of relationships. We experience it by delighting in blessing other people, watching others do the same, and being thankful when people bless and delight in us. Closing I'd love to hear any thoughts you have about today's episode. In closing, I hope your thinking was stimulated by today's show, enough to put into practice what you've just heard about creating opportunities to experience the joy of relationships. For when you do, it will help you experience what God wants for you. Because after all, You Were Made for This. Well, that's it for today. If there's someone in your life you think might like to hear what you just heard, please forward this episode on to them. The link is JohnCertalic.com/176. And don't forget to spread a little relational sunshine around the people you meet this week. Spark some joy for them. And I'll see you again next time. Goodbye for now. Related episodes you may want to listen to 166: How to Spread a Little Relational Sunshine 139: Why Should I Listen to This Podcast? 021: The Most Important Relationship of All Our website where you can access all past and future episodes JohnCertalic.com Our Sponsor You Were Made for This is sponsored by Caring for Others, a missionary care ministry. The generosity of people like you supports our ministry. It enables us to continue this weekly podcast and other services we provide to missionaries around the world.
6. This is Part 2 of a four-part series on the letters of your 16 Types (Myers-Briggs®) personality type. Once again, we dive into some misconceptions about these letters while focusing on the differences between Sensing and Intuition. There's a bias toward Intuitive types since it's often seen as more "special" than having an overall Sensing preference, even though everyone uses both Sensing and Intuition. Prepare to expand your definition of what these letters can mean. The free 16 Types Self-Typing Guide is a perfect compliment to this series. You can sign up to receive a copy here: hellopersonality.com/typingguide
Link to bioRxiv paper: http://biorxiv.org/cgi/content/short/2022.09.14.507926v1?rss=1 Authors: Triplett, M. A., Gajowa, M., Antin, B., Sadahiro, M., Adesnik, H., Paninski, L. Abstract: Discovering how neural computations are implemented in the cortex at the level of monosynaptic connectivity requires probing for the existence of synapses from possibly thousands of presynaptic candidate neurons. Two-photon optogenetics has been shown to be a promising technology for mapping such monosynaptic connections via serial stimulation of neurons with single-cell resolution. However, this approach is limited in its ability to uncover connectivity at large scales because stimulating neurons one-by-one requires prohibitively long experiments. Here we developed novel computational tools that, when combined, enable learning of monosynaptic connectivity from high-speed holographic neural ensemble stimulation. First, we developed a model-based compressed sensing algorithm that identifies connections from postsynaptic responses evoked by stimulation of many neurons at once, considerably increasing the rate at which the existence and strength of synapses are screened. Second, we developed a deep learning method that isolates the postsynaptic response evoked by each stimulus, allowing stimulation to rapidly switch between ensembles without waiting for the postsynaptic response to return to baseline. Together, our system increases the throughput of monosynaptic connectivity mapping by an order of magnitude over existing approaches, enabling the acquisition of connectivity maps at speeds needed to discover the synaptic circuitry implementing neural computations. Copy rights belong to original authors. Visit the link for more info Podcast created by PaperPlayer
Read Last Week's Episode HereChapter SevenNehtarAs Tappert hustled Walker off toward his estate at Saltblocke Farm, the night growing darker, the winds coming up from off the coast and starting to toss everything about… another was out on this wilding night of the hunt.Behind Walker and Tappert, stalking through the darkening hollows where great evils had once been done in the long ago, and all that was left to tell of these terrible doings were the sunken and broken stones of older, other, times, stalked a servant of the Shadow.A powerful servant of the Shadow King. Ûmaia. Servant of Darkness.The beast was known by its old name from before the age of even the ancient Eldaar. Ûmaia. But men and elves had called it something else during the great first wars against the Shadow, when the Kingdoms of Men had fallen into ruin and the elves came from over the distant seas to drive the Shadowed One back behind the Gates of Doom in the southern lands. But, to the little darklings that moved about on the hunt in the night, about the dark beast's bidding of the hunt of the smoking prize, they simply referred to the great and terrible beast as “Master” cowering in fear of it as they did so. Not daring to make eye contact, and being gone and off from its malevolent presence, on the hunt as fast as was possible for a goblin, and especially fast for one of the distant and southern Moon Fens near the great lost city and sea down in the Lands of the Shadow.“Yessss… Mastah… we will finds it.”“Yessss… Mastah… we smells it too. It is close now, Mastah. We shalls not fail you. We shalls not fail the Shadow King,” they hissed and seethed because even for them, to be in the presence of such a beast as the ûmaia, an ancient thing and not a natural thing of this world, an almost wholly unnatural thing in fact, not an angel of light, but one of the dark, even for the diabolical and mischievous goblins of Moon Fen who were especially gifted in such witch-hauntings and dark night sorceries of finding and murder… even for them, to be in the presence of one so darkly revealed as the terrible ûmaia… was pure torment.For the beast that was the ûmaia knew… true torment. True hell. For that was where it came from, and where it had been in the long dark ages during the rule of men. It had been imprisoned in those frozen and burning Hells by the great and powerful Eldaar, deep down there in the Fortresses of the Deeps.The Vanumno.The Lost and Hidden Deeps.The beast's wide cruel bull's horns were obsidian black and razor sharp and the tremendous creature was at least three elves tall when it stood. Its skin, or fur, black and almost the blue of darkest night. Only its eyes burned with a malevolent, almost hateful fire. In short… it terrified even the wickedly diabolical goblins for it seemed to radiate fear and destruction from its very malign presence. Around its waist it wore a great belt forged from some ancient skin and made with great the great workmanship of a kind not known in ages. Along this belt was a great and powerful blade it never drew. And opposite this mighty weapon, along its powerful rippling thews bursting with enough raw power to rip great creatures in two, lay a coiled whip of three barbs, and at times, small, mephitic sparks seemed to leap away from the tips of the whip as the great beast moved about in the night.As the goblins hunted for Walker they came and went from this terrible creature's advancing presence, terrified, scurrying this way and that from it, almost laughing insanely as they lit green fire torches and blew their cruel horns each time some clue as to their prey's presence and track was discovered in the waning night.They made their cowering reports back to the creature as it moved slowly through the dark, following the lower shadows between the steep hills where it would be most likely to be unseen. About its great hooved feet an unnatural mist gathered and where each of its mighty steps would have surely been the ground strike of a shaking earth, there was only silence and the goblins had surmised this surely was some great dark sorcery of the beast's making far beyond their stealthy crafts. Having made their reports they fled in mindless terror with new orders, cackling maniacally for the very presence of the humungous dark beast older than the ancient Eldaar themselves, seemed to promote a kind of wild insanity loosing the bounds that constrained the mind.The beast stopped and looked toward the skies, seeing the moon had gone down now. A grim smile spread across its demon's gaze and yellowing fangs, and deeper darkness within itself were revealed.But time was short now, there was little left of the night and the beast knew its time was waning for the hunting this night, for still the powers of the Shadow could not stand the day.The goblins came and fled, vowing to search harder, and the thing they called the Beast, the thing their haunted shaman knew the called name of, knew they would fail this night to locate the prey they stalked.Their prize had eluded them. The goblin hunting teams had struck too fast at first finding, sensing some small advantage in perhaps the finding of a dirty little prize of a few coppers, even a much-coveted gold coin, or perhaps a crude gem… or even a weapon for the having, for they knew not the making of fine weapons.Little did they know what they were truly chasing, wondered the dark thing as it stood like some mysterious carving of an ancient and terrible god within the midnight shadowed grove it found itself in on this hunting night.Then… then its huge nostrils inhaled like a great bull's just before the great snort of a savage charge. Sensing something on the wind. It moved its dark claw to the hilt of the ancient blade it strapped. The other to the coiled whip, delivering almost a lover's gentle caress of the coiled pain and torment it could deliver.“Smoke…” it rumbled softly like distant thunder brewing out over the fractured lands of the east from where it had come from, long, long ago.And then she was there, whispering in its labyrinthine mind.“Ahhhhhh…” she sang coyly. Her voice sinister and evil. Both a warrior, and a slayer in the dark.“The Balroc walk the world as once they did long ago when I was forged, and great wars were fought against the light and the darkness. Between the day and the night, cruel one. When men were but children and ruled the middle lands like petty tyrants. It has been… a long, long time indeed, Servant of the Shadow.”The demon rumbled in the night. And it is not a question of whether this was a good thing, or a bad thing, for nothing good can come from such creatures, but more a question of pleasure, or despair. For even the Balroc, of which there were only five left in the lands beneath the sun, knew it was talking with something far, far greater than even itself[NC1] .Something its master, the Shadow, desired greatly even now. But this voice was only smoke on the wind tonight. It was near, but it was not here. Not within grasping.“Nehtar…” whispered the demon in the dark, speaking the true name of the thing.She laughed like a wicked girl.Slayer. Killer. Nehtar. As the old elvish had once so rightly named the thing when it was first forged and held up under other stars.“I am close now, Balroc…”The demon tasted the air with its bull's nose, huffing and causing the wind to be filled with the smell of burning leaves all around in the dark.The prize was close indeed. The prize the master sought. “So… very close,” it whispered like the earth shifting.The Shadow's delight.The thing it had been sent across the ages and the lands for, by the Master beyond the Doom Gate himself.“Tell me your name mighty Balroc,” she cooed, “…and I shall remember then if we fought together at the Mánalante? The Fall of the Blessed… do you remember ûmaia? Do you remember the fire and the rain that day when my slaughter was great?”The dark beast stopped as the memories of the lost battle at the gates of an ancient city with walls that stood against the Shadow in armor himself, refused to yield to the terrible strivings of even the many Balroc that day. Many great beasts of darkness, greater than even the Balroc, had perished that terrible day of battle.“Did I slay your brothers then, Balroc? Come, mighty one, whisper your name to me and I will remind you of all that was lost by your kind forever. And… perhaps even you will recall what I took from you. Tell me the name by which he calls you now. The Unnamed One, ûmaia.”The hulking shadow said nothing for this was the nature of the Master's weapons, their calling, their temptations, their… enslaving.Snorting and sniffing, the great beast continued through the dark shadows, catching small hints and wisps of its smoke song on the night wind, and not just any… thing… but fabled and powerful Nehtar. And even now it continued to whisper to the beast men and elves called the Balroc, for such were the ways of things of great power.None could stand before them.“He will not wield me, ûmaia. If he did, I would destroy you. Hurry. Hurry… once he knows you come for me… he will use me and that will be the end of you just as it was for your kind at the Day of Fire and Rain. At the Mánalante. Your spirit banished forever to the mists beyond the Fortresses of the Deeps. The Vanwa. The lost and disappearing. Hurry now, ûmaia. Tell me, tell me now, ûmaia what is your true name, your true and secret name and once you find me, slip me on then and know the true power even the Shadow covets. Power greater than even your Master, the Shadow himself. Imagine the power, little ûmaia. Imagine the beautiful endless destruction of all things.”The night would soon end, and the great Balroc advanced through the fleeing dark, chasing the fading wisps of smoke, her song, her taunting, tempting words promising more than could ever be dreamed of. Whispering dark promises to a thing that had worn chains in torment for an Age Forgotten, which was an actual time in the counted ages few but the Storytellers and the Emerald Council knew of. These offers were no small words, or mean promises.But it served the Shadow. The Shadow was the Balroc's rescuer, and master, and so it did not surrender its name to her. To Nehtar.Not now…But we must be honest about these things. It would be a lie to think Gothmoc did not covet such great powers within its black smoking heart as it listened to the lies whispered to it. For even Balroc dreams of real power or remembers when times were such that it was seen, felt, and wielded like nothing seen in ages since.Night faded soon and the last stars twinkled in the rising of the new and hated day. The birds ceased their night warnings, and the great beast lost the song of smoke and lies it had followed, and sat in the darknesses it could find, haunted by the memories the whispering of the Nehtar, now gone silent, had awakened with its foul and ancient mind that had been there, when the ways were made, and everything was formed.But Gothmoc had not given its true name. 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This week's Highways Voices looks at the key way you can manage traffic in a town or a city - by discussing the latest in signals technology. Presenter Paul Hutton is at the JCT Traffic Signals Symposium in Nottingham, as he talks to Mark Crabtree of TRL, who's been in the industry for 47 years and has been coming to this event for 21 of them. He discusses what's changed in that time, how some of the kit installed then is still in use today and why we shouldn't necessarily get carried away about what changes might take place in the next ten years. We also hear from organiser John Nightingale about the key talking points in Nottingham this week and from six different exhibitors, AGD Systems, Clearview Intelligence, PTV Group, Messagemaker Displays, Smart Video and Sensing and SRL. You'll also hear some of the stories making the headlines on the Highways News website with co-owner Adrian Tatum and about next week's Highways Voices specials from the ITS World Congress in Los Angeles, sponsored by https://gewi.com/ (GEWI), https://www.swarco.com/ (SWARCO), https://www.nota.ai/ (Nota AI), https://one.network/ (one.network) and https://navtechradar.com/ (Navtech Radar), all of whom you can meet in LA.
The story takes a turn. Jimmy Morrow, founder and preacher of Edwina Church of God in Jesus' Name, invites Abe into his home. Sensing that Abe has a “good spirit,” Jimmy shows Abe his poetry, art, and a comprehensive collection of serpent-handling history and lore. Afterwards, Jimmy and Pam Morrow both sing songs for Abe from their faith, a capella. Meanwhile, Abe discusses with Ferrill the idea of faith at a “cost”… and why Abe finds meaning in that. Visit the Alabama Astronaut Podcast website for more content!Alabama Astronaut Podcast website Find us on social, too:Alabama Astronaut FacebookAlabama Astronaut's TwitterAlabama Astronaut Instagram Special thanks this episode goes to: Jimmy and Pam MorrowDr. Thomas RybaBarbara Gibbs Allen
Link to bioRxiv paper: http://biorxiv.org/cgi/content/short/2022.09.12.507622v1?rss=1 Authors: Kiritani, T., Pala, A., Gasselin, C., Crochet, S., Petersen, C. C. Abstract: Neocortical neurons can increasingly be divided into well-defined classes, but their activity patterns during quantified behavior remain to be fully determined. Here, we obtained membrane potential recordings from various classes of excitatory and inhibitory neurons located across different cortical depths in the primary whisker somatosensory barrel cortex of awake head-restrained mice during quiet wakefulness, free whisking and active touch. Excitatory neurons, especially those located superficially, were hyperpolarized with low action potential firing rates relative to inhibitory neurons. Parvalbumin-expressing inhibitory neurons on average fired at the highest rates, responding strongly and rapidly to whisker touch. Vasoactive intestinal peptide-expressing inhibitory neurons were excited during whisking, but responded to active touch only after a delay. Somatostatin-expressing inhibitory neurons had the smallest membrane potential fluctuations and exhibited hyperpolarising responses at whisking onset for superficial, but not deep, neurons. Interestingly, rapid repetitive whisker touch evoked excitatory responses in somatostatin-expressing inhibitory neurons, but not when the intercontact interval was long. Our analyses suggest that distinct genetically-defined classes of neurons at different subpial depths have differential activity patterns depending upon behavioral state providing an important basis for constraining future computational models of neocortical function. Copy rights belong to original authors. Visit the link for more info Podcast created by PaperPlayer
Neuroscientist Antonio Damasio famously observed, "We are not thinking machines. We are feeling machines that think." And yet we spend most of our days in the space between our ears and don't pay a whole lot of attention to the rest of our body, and what it might be telling us. And yet, the body is smart. It's where we first comprehend feeling--whether joy, fear, excitement. We feel it in the body first, and then our minds get into the game. So, what if we spent more time paying attention to the body? I'm not talking about exercise--which is great, and we should do--but instead I'm talking about listening in, really feeling what we feel. That's what today's practice is. Sensing into our bodies to gain that wisdom, that insight. If you are interested in learning more mindfulness practices or incorporating them into your daily life at home and work, reach out. I can help. Book a short call and we'll see if it's a good fit. https://calendly.com/thefullymindful/15-20-with-melissa-clone Or find out more about The Fully Mindful here: https://www.thefullymindful.com --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/melissa060/support
Joint optimization of wavefront sensing and reconstruction with automatic differentiation by Rico Landman et al. on Tuesday 13 September High-contrast imaging instruments need extreme wavefront control to directly image exoplanets. This requires highly sensitive wavefront sensors which optimally make use of the available photons to sense the wavefront. Here, we propose to numerically optimize Fourier-filtering wavefront sensors using automatic differentiation. First, we optimize the sensitivity of the wavefront sensor for different apertures and wavefront distributions. We find sensors that are more sensitive than currently used sensors and close to the theoretical limit, under the assumption of monochromatic light. Subsequently, we directly minimize the residual wavefront error by jointly optimizing the sensing and reconstruction. This is done by connecting differentiable models of the wavefront sensor and reconstructor and alternatingly improving them using a gradient-based optimizer. We also allow for nonlinearities in the wavefront reconstruction using Convolutional Neural Networks, which extends the design space of the wavefront sensor. Our results show that optimization can lead to wavefront sensors that have improved performance over currently used wavefront sensors. The proposed approach is flexible, and can in principle be used for any wavefront sensor architecture with free design parameters. arXiv: http://arxiv.org/abs/http://arxiv.org/abs/2209.05904v1
Dr. Brian Pace is a lecturer who teaches Psychedelic Studies at The Ohio State University. He is trained as an evolutionary ecologist, specializing in phytochemistry, ethnobotany, and ecophysiology. He believes in grassroots drug decriminalization efforts and hopes to find alternative policies to the imperial drug war. For more than a decade, Brian has worked on agroecology and climate change. Dr. Nese Devenot is a Postdoctoral Associate at the Institute for Research in Sensing (or IRiS) at the University of Cincinnati; an Affiliate Scholar at the Center for Psychedelic Drug Research & Education at Ohio State University; and the Medicine, Society & Culture Research Fellow with Psymposia. She also researches and teaches bioethical approaches to psychedelic medicine. She was a Research Fellow with the New York University Psilocybin Cancer Anxiety Study, where she participated in the first qualitative study of patient experiences. Dr. Pace and Dr. Devenot are authors of a paper entitled “Right-Wing Psychedelia: Case Studies in Cultural Plasticity and Political Pluripotency,” a piece they created to rebut the common cultural assumption that psychedelics have the potential to improve society because of inherent characteristics that tend to point their users to a liberal, free-thinking ideology. in the discussion that follows, they suggest that psychedelics are non-specific amplifiers of their set and setting, which, they take pains to remind me, is within the capitalist realm, and that contrary to the de facto cultural credo, conservative, hierarchy based ideologies are quite able to withstand the face melting effects of a few hits of LSD. They speak about many cases where psychedelic users either remained authoritarian in their views or became conservatively radicalized after taking psychedelics. We also get into conservative thought leaders who happen to be psychedelic cheerleaders, like Jordan Peterson, as well as the moneyed individuals who are central players in the corporate psychedelic world, like Peter Thiel and Rebecca Mercer. I have taken the liberty of importing some clips that I found on YouTube of these famous folks up for discussion, in the hopes of better illustrating the points being made. Hope you enjoy. More information akin to this: https://www.psymposia.com
Dr. Brian Pace is a lecturer who teaches Psychedelic Studies at The Ohio State University. He is trained as an evolutionary ecologist, specializing in phytochemistry, ethnobotany, and ecophysiology. He believes in grassroots drug decriminalization efforts and hopes to find alternative policies to the imperial drug war. For more than a decade, Brian has worked on agroecology and climate change. Dr. Nese Devenot is a Postdoctoral Associate at the Institute for Research in Sensing (or IRiS) at the University of Cincinnati; an Affiliate Scholar at the Center for Psychedelic Drug Research & Education at Ohio State University; and the Medicine, Society & Culture Research Fellow with Psymposia. She also researches and teaches bioethical approaches to psychedelic medicine. She was a Research Fellow with the New York University Psilocybin Cancer Anxiety Study, where she participated in the first qualitative study of patient experiences. Dr. Pace and Dr. Devenot are authors of a paper entitled “Right-Wing Psychedelia: Case Studies in Cultural Plasticity and Political Pluripotency,” a piece they created to rebut the common cultural assumption that psychedelics have the potential to improve society because of inherent characteristics that tend to point their users to a liberal, free-thinking ideology. in the discussion that follows, they suggest that psychedelics are non-specific amplifiers of their set and setting, which, they take pains to remind me, is within the capitalist realm, and that contrary to the de facto cultural credo, conservative, hierarchy based ideologies are quite able to withstand the face melting effects of a few hits of LSD. They speak about many cases where psychedelic users either remained authoritarian in their views or became conservatively radicalized after taking psychedelics. We also get into conservative thought leaders who happen to be psychedelic cheerleaders, like Jordan Peterson, as well as the moneyed individuals who are central players in the corporate psychedelic world, like Peter Thiel and Rebecca Mercer. I have taken the liberty of importing some clips that I found on YouTube of these famous folks up for discussion, in the hopes of better illustrating the points being made. Hope you enjoy.
Recognizing that the 18th of Elul Marks the Birthday of the Baal Shem Tov in 1698 And the day, according to Chasidic tradition, that he revealed the fundamentals of the movement that transformed the world in 1734 The Issur Ben Tzvi Hersh Tshuvos and Poskim Shiur presented a special mystical discussion on The Avodas HaKodesh of this unique month Sensing the Melech Ba Sadeh led by The Shliach of Chabad Young Professionals of Newark Rabbi Avraham Minsky featuring Readings from Likutei Torah of Rav Schneur Zalman of Liadi And the Sichos of Rav Menachem Mendel Schneerson- The Lubavitcher Rebbe זצוק״ל זי״ע This podcast is powered by JewishPodcasts.org. Start your own podcast today and share your content with the world. Click jewishpodcasts.fm/signup to get started.
Controlling petals using fringes: discontinuous wavefront sensing through sparse aperture interferometry at Subaru SCExAO by Vincent Deo et al. on Wednesday 07 September Low wind and petaling effects, caused by the discontinuous apertures of telescopes, are poorly corrected -- if at all -- by commonly used workhorse wavefront sensors (WFSs). Wavefront petaling breaks the coherence of the point spread function core, splitting it into several side lobes, dramatically shutting off scientific throughput. We demonstrate the re-purposing of non-redundant sparse aperture masking (SAM) interferometers into low-order WFSs complementing the high-order pyramid WFS, on the SCExAO experimental platform at Subaru Telescope. The SAM far-field interferograms formed from a 7-hole mask are used for direct retrieval of petaling aberrations, which are almost invisible to the main AO loop. We implement a visible light dual-band SAM mode, using two disjoint 25 nm wide channels, that we recombine to overcome the one-lambda ambiguity of fringe-tracking techniques. This enables a control over petaling with sufficient capture range yet without conflicting with coronagraphic modes in the near-infrared. We present on-sky engineering results demonstrating that the design is able to measure petaling well beyond the range of a single-wavelength equivalent design. arXiv: http://arxiv.org/abs/http://arxiv.org/abs/2209.02898v1
Andrew Cushman is a former chemical engineer who found his entrepreneurial calling in real estate. In 2007 Andrew left his corporate position to start a business in real estate, starting off flipping single-family properties in Southern California. Sensing a shift in the market, in 2011 Andrew transitioned to multifamily acquisitions and has successfully syndicated and repositioned over 2,300 multifamily units. He is a frequent guest and panelist on real estate podcasts and educational forums, and recently launched The Multifamily Accelerator: a multifamily mastermind group for active and experienced Real Estate investors. We talked to Andrew about how his multifamily investing journey started, what to look for when starting out, how to approach investing in an older property, what to look for in a market, and the types of deals to avoid! Announcement: Download Our Sample Deal and Join Our Mailing List [00:01 – 05:53] Opening Segment Andrew talks about his background. He talks about how he got into real estate investing; [05:53 – 21:26] Big Lessons Learned from a First Deal Transitioning from single-family flipping to multifamily investing; He talks about his first multifamily deal; How hiring a mentor is a must; What to look for when starting out; How to approach when you are investing in an older property; The best way to find the right property manager [21:26 – 37:14] When to Start What markets to invest in; What to do when you can't buy a deal; The importance of staying true to your process; The importance of relations with brokers; The types of deals to avoid [37:14 – 44:10] Round of Insights Apparent Failure: His first multifamily deal Digital Resource: ESRI Most Recommended Book: Long Distance Real Estate Investing Daily Habit: Making the plan for the next day #1 Insight for Multifamily Investing Multifamily is easier than you think it is, but not at the beginning. Best Place to Grab a Bite in Southern California: The Cheesecake Factory Contact Andrew: To learn more go to www.vpacq.com. Tweetable Quotes: “Risk comes down to lack of knowledge or control.” - Andrew Cushman “Multifamily gets better the bigger you get” - Andrew Cushman Thank you for joining us for another great episode! If you're enjoying the show, please LEAVE A RATING OR REVIEW, and be sure to hit that subscribe button so you do not miss an episode.
“Let's go to the supermarket and buy oats so we can make flapjacks,” I proposed. The Grand moved like grease lightening. I think it a prerequisite that any trip to the shops should be made fully clothed and in shoes. Sensing that I was unlikely to yield on this point he sat down, stuck his foot out and handed me a shoe. “Hold Granny's hand” the DiL instructed. He nodded. “Hold my hand and don't let go,” I reinforced. At the end of the road, I flicked open the cane ready for crossing. The Grand used his free hand to grip the cane. ”Hoover” he said. His day was getting better by the minute. We stood on the side of the road while the Grand made groaning noises and mimed a bit of hoovering. “Let go please,” I said, then instantly regretted my instruction. He'd let go of me before he'd give up his hoover. “Keep holding my hand,” I said. Perhaps this would be the moment when his toddler bubble burst and he realised the inconsistencies of adults. He looked thoughtful but gripped harder. We'd been in the supermarket about 4 seconds when the Grand picked up a packet of biscuits. “We're not getting those,” I said, “because we're getting oats to make flapjacks.” He clasped the biscuits tightly to his chest. “I want biscuits,” he said. His resistance was not high. He was not well placed to keep a grip on the hoover and the biscuits. I put them back on the shelf and we began our slow progression with me doing the blinky bob in the search for oats, and him making growling and swooshing noises as we juddered back and forth up the isles, miming a really good work out with a hoover. At the till the Grand reached his hand over the counter to pay and was asked if he'd like a sticker. “Yes” he said. Then he said “Tankoo” and handed me the oats and the stickers . “Let go of my cane and I'll show you how it works.” He let go. Still, I had a child in one hand, oats tucked under the other arm and a cane in my free hand. At home the Grand was ready to give a demonstration on long cane technique. No one else was quite braced for the experience, but he was easily distracted. What was left of the flapjack mix, after much testing, went in the oven. Looking at the finished article, the outcome seemed disproportionate to the effort but that's love for you. Nothing is too much bother. At the park the Grand said, “I love you Granny.” I felt myself tearing up and said, “I love you too.” Then the Grand said, “I love my snack.” We sat down on a bench and he said “I love that dog.” I looked through my tears into oblivion and agreed it was a very fine dog and asked him to tell me all about that dog, which he did. He put his toddler arm around me and I gave him a kiss and got all teary again. “I'm happy,” he said. “Me too,” I said. Then the Grand slid down from the bench and standing in front of me, kicked me in the shins. “oweee,” I said. “What did you do that for?” “Fun,” he hooted, and kicked me again. “that's not funny,” I protested. “It is funny,” he said, laughing with delight. Then heading off across the park with me in hot pursuit he shouted “Run Granny. Run.” The great thing about oats, is that they are a slow-release energy food which means, unlike the biscuit, you can run for longer. END Follow the Blind Truth Blog here: https://theblindtruth.co.uk/ Image shows multiple red squares with 'The Blind Truth' written inside them.
Reg Rogers shares with Keep It Clean! his transition from rock and roll drummer to carpet cleaner. No, we are not kidding. It really happened just the way Reg tells it! The music industry is just that, an industry. Just like any other industry, some talented folks struggle to monetize their dreams and search for new opportunities.Reg tells a motivating story of his startup in the professional cleaning industry, cutting his teeth on empty, nasty apartments like most of us in the industry. Being someone what is quick on the uptake, Reg transitioned into management in a short time and learned how to handle a multi truck operation. Sensing his talents could find more out of life, he found a niche in the high end residential market and used his skills to leap to a franchise company directing the operations of the franchisees. Flooring sales followed to help round out the skills package and learn how to direct sales of products instead of services.Economic downturn hit everyone in the late 2000's and Reg found himself searching for a new gig, but carpet cleaning called him back with the founding of Carpet Cleaner America. An Austrian carpet cleaning machine manufacturer needed talented people to help establish a beach head in the US and Reg found himself back in carpet care using dry compound and encapsulation for a new look at an old problem, dirty carpets. Hear the story as it unfolds in episode 20 of Keep It Clean!
Coming Aut with Liz and Eddie presents, USING YOUR PSYCHIC SUPER POWERS OPENING QUESTION: Have you ever wondered what your psychic super powers are? Were you aware that you had such powers? Most people aren't.Yes, everyone has psychic super powers? If you're not aware of them, you can cultivate these extrasensory abilities? PSYCHIC SUPER POWERS ARE… Naturally ingrained in you as an individual. They are extensions of your soul attributes while here on Earth.Everyone has their unique psychic super power blueprint. THE MOST COMMON-PSYCHIC PLATFORMS ARE:Clairvoyance Clairaudient Clair Knowing Feeling Empath Sensitive Sensing Mediumship BUT, in harmony with these invisible “gifts within” we have deep-seeded emotional attributes (straight from our soul) that we use here on Earth as our Psychic Super Powers. WHAT ARE SOME EXAMPLES OF THESE SUPER POWERS…Kindness Authenticity Connection Sincerity GenerosityHumor Intuition Sending Light Appreciation Sunniness REMEMBER: PSYCHIC SUPER POWERS ARE… Naturally engrained in you. They are extensions of your heart and soul esteem.Everyone has their unique psychic super power blueprint. After listening to this podcast, what do you feel some of your psychic super powers are? THANK YOU:Liz and Eddie appreciate you tuning into the Coming Aut Podcast and joyfully remind you, that until we meet again, keep your thoughts feelings and frequencies high, fast and pure so that you can unlock the Universe within.#superpower#psychic#comingautpodcast#lizlayug#eddieconner
We meet up with Ron Holt of Pink Zebra Moving this week. Eric was on Ron's podcast a few years ago as a guest and now Ron is joining Larry and Eric to talk about his newest franchise business. Ron built up a maid service franchise and sold it prior to starting Pink Zebra. Sensing room for improvement in the moving industry, Ron has now started Pink Zebra and in the process of building it into a nationwide franchise.TITLE SPONSOR: SUPER TECH UNIVERSITYThis episode is brought to you by Super Tech University. Don't lose money in the field because your service techs are not great at sales, customer service, and communicating with clients. Morning Tech Meeting has video lessons that can be sent directly to your tech's phones for training.For our listeners we have a special for Super Tech University Here!See other great podcasts we enjoy on our Blue Collar Nation Podcast Facebook page.SPONSOR: C&R MagazineC&R magazine is the leading periodical in the Cleaning and Restoration industry. Owner and editor, Michelle Blevins, has brought printed copies back from the dead to increase reader experience. Go to www.candrmagazine.com to get your free copy sent directly to your home or business.
The LoRaWAN specification continues to introduce new products, technologies, applications, and use cases on a regular basis. The consortium recently held a large-scale conference to discuss, display, and tout the latest developments. As such, I invited Alistair Fulton, the Senior Vice President and General Manager of Semtech's Wireless and Sensing Products Group, to join me on this week's Embedded Executives podcast. Note that Semtech plays a big role in both the LoRA Alliance and its ecosystem.
IBF On Demand sponsored by Arkieva, your one-plan S&OP software. Learn more about Arkieva's innovative approach to forecasting here: http://bit.ly/business-forecasting00:00 Introduction01:23 Orlando Forecasting, Planning & S&OP Conference 02:30 How Starbucks uses your data to make you spend more03:50 Data analytics still comes down to people and process06:10 The planning challenges Starbucks has to overcome09:50 Connecting demand planning to strategic planning to optimize the business12:02 Scenario planning multiple scenarios is the future 14:40 Will software tools be able to handle scenario planning automatically?16:00 Integrating predictive technologies and supply responses17:50 Demand planning requires analytical skills and creativity 20:50 Retaining talent in a competitive market 22:40 Demand planning is about people and their behavior is changing
We engage with God's creation through our senses, and connecting faith to our experiences often takes reflection. God shows up, mysteriously and surprisingly, when we open our senses in faith. As we finish our series, “Sensing Faith,” our students are sharing with us how they have sensed God over the summer. Our scripture reading today is 1 Kings 19:11-13. Support the show
A Biker Chick Becomes An FFU Student (part 13.5)By FinalStand. Listen to the complete episode, at Steamy Stories.“That is Vivian Phillips,” Iona announced my visitor. I had no doubt she had a dozen useful facts on my latest guest too.For her part, Vivian looked almost overwhelmed with the ‘improvements’ I’d made to the place.“Mr. Braxton,” Vivian said to me as she came to a stop before my sofa. I stood up and offered my hand. Rio stood and regarded Mercy. I guess I had to be happy they didn’t fall over the sofa in a fit of sexual wrestling.“So, Vivian, how do you want to handle this?” I inquired.“You will stay in your room until I pick you up and you will stay in each class until I take you to your next class or activity,” she strictly informed me.“We’ll see how that works out,” I joked.“No, Zane, that is how it is going to be,” Vivian explained.“Okay. What is going to happen if we miss one another?” I inquired.“How can you miss me if you stay where I tell you to wait for me?” she stated firmly.“No, I want to know what the repercussions are going to be after I’ve successfully avoided you,” I asked pleasantly.“Zane, the Board of Directors has directed the University to do this and if you dodge my duty, you will be expelled,” Vivian responded patiently.“So you don’t know,” I winked. “In that case, you can count on it that the next few months are going to be interesting for you.”“Mercy, you are going to have to sleep in my room if you hope to keep up with me,” Rio taunted her guardian.“If that is what it takes,” Mercy shot right back.“You still can’t be there every second of the day,” Rio bantered.“If I have to keep a hand on you for the rest of the semester, I will,” Mercy countered. I’d have been happy for both her and Rio if Mercy hadn’t sounded so eager.“Damn it,” Rio snapped to me. “Mercy’s got me so stymied and pissed off that I’m going to be up half the night working off my aggression.” I rolled my eyes and Iona blushed as Paige and Valerie came up into the room.“What’s going on?” both Val and Paige asked.“Mercy doesn’t trust me so she’s going to be with me every night from here on out,” Rio pseudo-sulked. Valerie’s groan was a lot more real and justified. I should have sensed the psychic chemistry going on around me; I could have used that bit of insight to run.“You two…” Paige directed to Vivian and Mercy, “…should keep these two together as much as possible to minimize the damage they can do.”“Well they can’t stay in my dorm room,” Valerie sounded disappointed, “so they’ll have to use Zane’s bedroom. It is the only safe place to store them.”“I’m not going to spend time in Zane Braxton’s bedroom,” Vivian shook her head.“Perhaps if you took a look at Zane’s room before passing judgment,” Iona offered. Vivian was about to make a rebuttal, then took another look around the room.“Okay,” she allowed.Our little troop made our way to my screened-off area of the floor.“Where are you going with this, Paige?” I asked my albino sexual siren quietly.“Around the third time I drug Vivian to unconsciousness, she’s going to figure out what’s going on so a long-term solution suggests that your current girlfriends put you and Vivian together so that you can convert her to your side,” Paige outlined with newfound tolerance.“I’m too damn experienced with you to argue, Paige,” I confessed.“Your ability to be smarter than a hamster on a wheel is refreshing,” Paige rewarded me with a stroke on the cheek. We stumbled at the entrance to my boudoir as Vivian had to take it in. She was so 'enraptured’ with my extravagance that she missed Rio sneak up on Mercy from behind.Rio put both hands under Mercy’s skirt. One clearly coaxed along her buttocks while the left move around and began to gently caress her pubic area from the front.“Someone’s not wearing their underwear,” I barely heard Rio whisper in Mercy’s ear. “For being such a good girl, I’m going to do something special to you tonight; Zane’s room at 10:00 o'clock.”Mercy obviously tingled all over at the news.“Don’t plan on getting any sleep,” Rio teased softly, “I want the taste of hot little bitch-flesh on my tongue all night long, and since I can’t have anyone worthwhile, I’ll have…fuck it; I want you tonight, Mercy. Don’t think for a minute that I care about you, though.”“Okay,” Mercy turned halfway to Rio’s lips, “I understand.” Mercy did have this contented ephemeral smile on her face that I was hoping Rio didn’t catch. If Rio did, she didn’t show it, but then Rio hated to acknowledge that anyone cared for her.“Thank Cordelia for me,” I turned to Paige. I figured the only way Rio ended up with Mercy was someone rigged the process in her favor.“That was me,” Paige confessed. “I tried to stack the odds in your favor with Joy Jefferson but that didn’t work out so well."Thank you,” I expressed appreciatively.“Thank me by hooking my legs over your elbows and fuck me standing up,” Paige beamed raw sexual hunger my way. “I want to go bouncy, bouncy, bouncy on my personal pleasure toy.” She finished by licking her lips. I wish she wouldn’t refer to my cock as her toy or look at me the way a starving dog looks at a fresh pork chop.Valerie motioned me forward now that Vivian had started walking around my bedroom.“What is that platform for?” Vivian muttered to me once she realized I’d come to her side.“It is my bed,” I informed her. “Now do you see why you could sleep with me and we would both be okay?”“I am not sleeping with you,” Vivian insisted.“I could sleep on one side and you could be on the other and we couldn’t even touch fingers,” I insisted.“No,” Vivian announced.“I’ll fight you for it,” I gambled.“What?” Vivian stared my way. Clearly, my move caught my friends off guard as well.“You take me and I’ll behave for a month. If I beat you, then you move into – my floor – for a month, and you still get to keep an eye on me,” I offered.“I am not staying in your room no matter what,” Vivian declared indignantly.“All the sofas are sleepers,” I explained. “You wouldn’t be in my room, plus you have your own shower and bathroom as well as the other amenities that have been put in.”“That is not going to happen,” she insisted.“Oh, my apology; I didn’t know you were afraid of me,” I shrugged.“I’m not afraid of you, and I’m not going to be baited by you either,” she shot back.“Then fight me, pin me to the ground, and have things your way,” I challenged her.“Coach Gorman told us not to fight him alone if we could avoid it,” Mercy jumped in. “If the Coach couldn’t put him down quickly, you don’t have a chance, Vivian.”That was so cold, and I’d have never thought Mercy could have pulled it off, luring Vivian in the way she did.“Fine, let’s go to the gym and settle this,” Vivian growled her acceptance of my dare.“Let’s fight here,” I countered.“In your room?” she worried.“In life, the arena you find yourself fighting in rarely presents itself as an even surface,” I pointed out.“That would be true, Ms. Phillips,” Dana Gorman confirmed from the entrance.“Dana,” I exhaled with some relief.“That would be Coach Gorman to you, delinquent,” Dana smiled at me.“Coach!” Mercy squealed, hugging the only real adult in the room. I was pleased to note that Vivian seemed genuinely happy at the news of Dana being back on the job too.“Cool it, Mercy,” Dana chuckled. “Technically, I’m still Ms. Gorman until 6:00 a.m. tomorrow morning when my re-instatement goes into effect.” She patted Mercy on the back before they separated. “I am mildly curious as to what you are doing here in Zane’s room, Vivian. I normally credit you with better sense.”“Are you saying I’m senseless, Coach Hot-cheeks?” Rio snickered at Dana.“Rio, my understanding of you begins with your friendship with Zane, which pretty much explains every other insane stunt you two have been involved with since your arrival,” Dana smiled back.“Coach, I can explain,” Vivian finally got out. “I was assigned to Zane as his guardian by the Board of Directors and they said…um…”“That you should go to Zane’s bedroom and get into a fight?” Dana concluded. Vivian gulped, nodded and then shook her head.“Get used to it, Vivian,” Coach nodded knowingly. “If you are going to be hanging around with Zane, you need to get used to things like this happening. These inexplicable events occur on a regular basis. By the way, Zane: Thank you.”“No problem, Coach,” I grinned.“What was that for?” Vivian asked.“Zane fought to get my job back,” Dana Gorman nodded.“Why would he do that?” Vivian wondered. “You put him through hell.”“Yeah, I was asking myself the same question,” Rio chimed in.“She’s good for the university,” I answered, “and they were going to cancel the athletics program.”“Vivian, you should be more concerned how you are going to beat Zane,” Dana stated.“Valerie, could you get Vivian one of your sports bras and a pair of Rio’s shorts?” I requested.“I’m not going to strip in front of you,” Vivian said indignantly as Valerie left to do as I asked.“I’ll leave the room if you like,” I shrugged.“I’ll take video evidence,” Rio leered at Vivian.“Rio, I’ll slam you inside one of Zane’s wardrobes if you don’t behave,” Dana warned.“Zane will stick up for me,” Rio puffed out her chest defiantly.“Yeah, I was considering that,” Dana laughed. “That turns a six-second fight into a sixty-second fight, but you are still ending up in the closet.”“And to think Rio spent so many of her formative years coming out of the closet,” Paige jabbed.“Paige, I’d slap you for that but I know Zane doesn’t want a bruise on that swank body of yours.” Rio taunted the tender-fleshed albino Paige.“I keep begging him to trade you to me for a night but Zane insists that you two are exclusive for now,” Rio kept at it despite Paige’s arousal. “I’m holding out for you, though.”“I’m confident that Zane will keep making the right decisions,” Paige rose to the challenge.“Wait,” Vivian waved her hands sideways, “Zane is really sleeping with a bunch of women? I thought that was an exaggeration.”“Did I come at a bad time?” Barbie Lynn spoke up. She was holding a suitcase and a carry-on bag. Behind her was Millicent with one suitcase and Raven with a dress bag. I was reminded that Barbie Lynn would be moving back into the dorm as dorm mother in the morning, but she was currently between places and clearly expected to spend the night here, in my room, with me.“Come on in,” I offered Barbie Lynn as I crossed over to get her bag. Vivian stepped up and put a hand on my arm to stop me.“Barbie Lynn will not be staying in your room tonight!” Vivian laid down the law.“Vivian, you always ranked higher than me in the club hierarchy and I have a bad knee, but if you have a problem with me, face me, not Zane,” Barbie Lynn growled.“Don’t worry, Babe,” I soothed Barbie, “I’m working on a solution right now.”“Zane, slap this skank” (referring to Vivian), Rio snarled. “She put her hand on you so defend yourself all over her punk ass.”“Vivian is only doing her job,” I addressed Rio. “I’m not going to hold that against her.”“Zane, is this another one?” Raven inquired about Vivian’s sexual status with me.“No. She’s my official guardian, and as soon as I kick her ass, she’s going to sleep on one of the main room’s sofas for a month,” I explained.“No, when I win, I will exclude everyone from this floor except you, me and the dorm mother,” Vivian countered.Valerie came bolting into the room with the clothes, Opal, and Cappadocia.“I will go change into shorts outside. Vivian, you change here. Coach, can you referee the match?” I tried to bring some order to the chaos. Vivian ground her teeth but took the clothes and started to strip before I got my own clothes.“Zane, stay on - change in the corner. There are too many freshmen girls out there,” Vivian conceded.“You two should decide if you want to stick to Zane’s bedroom or cover the entire floor,” Dana stated.“I leave that to Vivian,” I allowed. Vivian chose the full floor and Dana decided that things would remain cluttered – the students would remain on the floor as obstacles to fight around, believing we were good enough to not smack a civilian.“Good job, Vivian,” Dana congratulated her senior student. “Use the terrain to counter his reach advantage."Any advice for me?” I asked.“Yes. Don’t get that pretty face beaten up,” she smiled snidely at me.“That will teach Zane to take your side on anything,” Rio sneered.“I’m not on your faction’s side, Rio,” Dana confirmed, “but it doesn’t mean Zane and I aren’t friends.”“I’m fine,” I assured Rio. “Tell us when, Coach.” Dana looked Vivian and I over.“Go!” she snapped.Vivian caught me off guard by running away but I quickly gave chase. She compounded the situation by scrambling across a pool table in play then kicking at me when I came around the side. She followed up on that advantage with a series of punches that drove me over the back of a chair. Girls were screaming, squealing, and running all around us.She advanced around the chair so I bolted over the closest sofa. Now Vivian pursued. She launched a flying kick over the sofa. I folded under it and was a millisecond faster on the recovery. My punch hit her in the ribs and pushed her back. A flurry of blows rained down on me. I tried to drive her back but Vivian’s technique was too close to perfect for me to beat through.Vivian switched up with a series of swift front kicks to buy some room, then started maneuvering again.“She’s a righty,” Valerie told me. That meant she was right-handed, thus she made most of her attacks and blocks from the right, covering the left instinctively. Since the right was not significantly stronger in most athletes, you could wear down an opponent by concentrating your attacks on the over-extended right, or so the theory went.Even then, it took two minutes to catch her calf with a kick and put her down. She rolled out of my attempted hold but ended up on her ass, back to a chair.“Five-minute break,” I offered. Vivian blinked but took the hand I offered to help her stand up. “Drink,” I motioned to the juice dispenser. She looked at me funny, then went to get one.“Be careful, Vivian; he’s trying to get inside your head, convince you he’s not such a bad guy,” Dana counseled her female student.“No kind words for me?” I joked.“I already know you are a good guy, Zane. The only reason you cut Vivian some slack was that you would rather have her friendship than the win, which is far more dangerous to Vivian,” Dana winked at me.I took a Grapefruit juice while Vivian drank some Gatorade, both with our backs to the sink. I caught her stealing some looks my way.“Next time I’ll pin you,” she told me while looking away.“We both have to be thinking that or we wouldn’t be fighting,” I responded.“The difference is that I am right,” she said as we made eye to eye contact.“FFU doesn’t teach you to be second best,” I nodded, which brought a smile to her face.“Thirty seconds,” Iona warned us. We picked spots ten feet apart and were ready when Dana gave the word.Since my previous strategy had relied on attrition, Vivian went for a quick, lightning series of attacks. She rebounded off sofas, tables, and chairs as she drove me about the room. At a crucial moment she drove her foot into my thigh above the knee and sent me sprawling into a crowd of observers. As Vivian closed in for the kill, I spilled a startled freshman into her.By the time she disentangled herself from my distraction, I was on my feet. Her glare told me she didn’t approve of my move. We crashed together; she leveraged me over and threw me onto a sofa. We grappled and rolled off the sofa and onto the floor. Vivian rammed an elbow into my throat but I wedged a knee under her hips and propelled her over my head.“You’ve done a good job, Coach Gorman,” Valerie lauded Dana on Vivian’s performance.“She’s either three or four on the team,” Dana informed the group. “It is her or Evangeline fighting for third, with Cappadocia and Wilhelmina being second and first.”“You have some weird damn names at this school,” Valerie commented.“This from an outlaw biker chick with the handle of Valkyrie?” Dana teased. “Of course, I’m also still trying to figure out how a guy who is knocking boots with Barbie Lynn Masters is giving the time of day to Paige here.”“Hey!” Paige squawked. “Zane thinks I am very good at sex, I’ll have you know.”“Trouble,” Barbie Lynn moaned. Vivian had faked me out and put a foot into my stomach that sent me cartwheeling. Me, I’d have kicked me in the calves and thighs to weaken me up but Vivian went for a stomp to my diaphragm. I rolled away, then kicked out. This is where my greater reach came into play; Vivian couldn’t fall back fast enough and I put my heel into her hip.I was up a hair before Vivian could make a counterstrike. I rolled her thrust under my arm, caught the limb and rolled the two of us onto the ground. She placed a hand underneath her and tried to shake free of me. I locked her arm, twisted, and leaned into her body.“Do you give?” I asked softly. I had her pinned and I doubted anyone here besides Dana could have escaped.“No,” she hissed. I could sense people gathering around.“Time for another five-minute break?” I inquired a little louder. Vivian gave one last surge of resistance, then relaxed.“Fine,” she grumbled, “five minutes.” I rolled off and offered her a hand.Vivian ignored it, choosing to get on all fours, then stand. She was about to walk way when she turned and extended her hand to me. She shook and headed back to the closest bar.“Zane?” at least five different girls asked me at once. I wasn’t sure why I’d let Vivian up either.“Dude, if you lose this, I am personally going to use my strap-on on your ass,” Rio growled.“I’m going to go home and start researching the most painful applications of acupuncture possible,” Paige enlightened us all.“I’ll take care of your hurts,” Barbie Lynn sympathized.“You are such a slut,” growled Rio.“No,” Opal interceded. “I think that Brandi, Barbie Lynn and I are going to be taking comfort with Zane when the rest of you bimbos have lost faith in him, leaving him lost and forlorn.”“How many of you am I going to have to fight off?” Vivian sounded worried. It was beautiful music to my ears, not to be blamed for once.“There is me,” Iona chirped, “and wait until Heaven shows up. Forty-eight hours without her Zane-fix and she’s going to look forward to dismembering someone,” she added with a pleasant sincerity. Vivian looked to me skeptically.“It is entirely my fault,” I confessed with upraised hands, “I should learn to say 'no’ from time to time. I keep leading these fine young ladies on.”“Do you see why you need to win now?” Dana asked Vivian, who looked uncertain. “You are Zane’s only hope of surviving the school year. You are a lifesaver.”“Oh, okay; let’s get back to it then,” Vivian sighed. I rolled my shoulders and followed. The second Dana gave us the nod, we attacked one another. I had hoped to catch Vivian off-guard and clearly Vivian thought the same thing.In close, Vivian had the advantage. She got several blows into my right side and I never fully recovered. Vivian got a foot behind my left leg and tumbled me down as I grabbed her shirt. Her shirt tore, we rolled – first her on top, then me before we broke up. I jabbed, she tumbled back and regained her feet, I backed up and did the same.Vivian tossed her ruined shirt aside and readied herself. Maybe a half dozen people in the room followed the next exchange of blocks and blows, Vivian hammering away at my right while I clipped her left shoulder and stomach. I saw an opening, tried to flip her but she pulled me down and ended up on top. She cocked back her fist to strike with her right while pinning my shoulder with her left.I had a hand poised at her armpit and the other half-raised to block. Vivian realized she was about to clock me in the head hard; my block wouldn’t be fast enough. Something passed between us at that moment. I hooked her under the arm, flipped us over, and landed on top. Vivian twisted her arms but I twisted my block into a wrist hold and pinned the other when she attempted to break the hold.For that second, I had her pressed to the ground, our breasts heaving from the exertion.“Okay,” she said softly. I immediately let go of her wrists and got off of her in all haste. I offered to help her up and this time she took it without hesitation. We stood there, clasped hands held at her chest level, facing and studying the other’s features.The cheering broke out the moment the freshmen student body realized the fight was finally over and that I had somehow come out on top. I tilted my head slightly because I really had to know why she let me win but I never got the words out.“I really don’t know,” Vivian whispered.My well-wishers pulled us apart and I was getting slapped on the back and kissed. I noted that Dana, Barbie Lynn, Valerie, and Mercy stood around Vivian. Valerie must have seen what really happened and wanted to know why. Mercy had probably been reminded of whose side she theoretically belonged to. Barbie Lynn would be Dorm Mother again, making Vivian her charge, and Dana was her instructor after, which explained everyone’s presence.“So, can we have our own little celebration?” Paige requested, her pale eyes burning bright.“I have a church meeting in an hour,” I frowned. Rio and Iona were in the room with us but were close to the screen entrance, giving Paige and I some space.“We could sneak something in,” Paige winked hopefully.“You are many things to me, Paige, but you are not someone I want to leave after only a quickie,” I looked down at Paige as I wrapped my arms around her. She pouted but clearly wasn’t too angry with my decision. Outside her odd fascination with me, Paige was a clever, logical girl.“I believe Heaven is going to be all over you this evening,” Paige sighed. “Friday is for your Aunt Jill and Saturday is the Block Party, so what are my chances for Thursday or Sunday?”“I was hoping to make Thursday night a sleep-over sort of thing and I’d like it if you were here,” I asked. “I really don’t want to commit my Sunday until I’m sure Heaven is okay. You have to admit she’s had a really lousy week.”“I don’t have to admit anything, Zane, but I make allowances because you mean well,” Paige smiled. “I chose to accept that your loyalty to Heaven is a mirror of the loyalty you show me.”“It has nothing to do with bouncy, bouncy, bouncy?” I teased.“No,” Paige wiggled tightly against me. “That would be an irrational decision based on memories of deep sexual pleasure and I’d never confess to that.” I felt her place a gentle kiss on my chest. I answered with a kiss to the top of her head.“Now scoot,” I commanded. “You are far too distracting and I do have to get going.”Paige rubbed her body against me as she moved past to the entrance; Iona and Rio came my way as I got dressed.“I should have Mercy tied down, gagged, and blindfolded by the time you get back,” Rio grinned.That was her way of asking my permission to use my room without actually asking.“I’ll make sure Vivian is set up before you get back,” Iona informed me with upbeat energy.“Iona, since I hate Mercy Chaplain, why don’t you spend the weekend with me?” I asked. The implication was that Rio would be tearing Mercy up all weekend long.“I’d love to,” Iona hugged me.“Sleep in his bed,” Rio chuckled.“I plan to,” Iona boasted.“Lose your virginity,” Rio teased.“No,” Iona gave Rio a raspberry. “Zane loves me the way I am.”“Are we going to cuddle?” I smiled warmly down at her.“Damn Skippy!” she chirped. “I’ll even sleep in the nude because I trust you so much.”“Busted!” Rio laughed at me. I groaned, finished getting dressed, and made my own way out.Before I could make my escape from the main area, Vivian flagged me down.“Vivian, I’m going to…” I started to say. She lifted up her phone in response.“Your schedule is online,” Vivian pointed out. “What I was wondering was why you are still using the fifth floor showers when you have showers in the Solarium now?”“Wow, are you offering to shower with me?” I faux-gasped. “That didn’t take you long.”“No!!” Vivian glared with some exasperation. “I’m trying to limit your contact with naked women.”No one within earshot was rude enough to laugh out loud.“I could say something like 'shower with me and I’ll respect your virginity,’ but I’ll respect your virginity no matter what,” I gazed upon Vivian. “I do formally request that you allow me to continue to shower on the fifth floor. I hope you don’t disregard my request out of hand.”Vivian levelly met my gaze, then nodded.“I’ll think about it,” she allowed.“Holy Smokes,” Brandi whispered from nearby, “he’s broken down the wall.” Vivian flinched.“No,” Opal whispered back, “but she’s no longer ready to castrate him in the next fifteen seconds either.” That observation made Vivian crack a glimmer of a grin. I took it as my cue to run for it.*Being dead is wonderful; you never get tired and you have all the time in the world to regret how you ended up this way*Thank you Frontma for inspiring me to keep writing so she can polish off the rough edges.(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I’d like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)OFFICIALLY AN AFFAIROnce they got over me 'borrowing’ certain gear from some of the male committee rooms, the Festivities Committee fell in line with Rochelle Wellington’s agenda. I sat back as normal while they hashed out how best to use the new imagery that I’d provided courtesy of the girls at FFU. At this, my second meeting, I chose to sit behind Sahara Penny, Pastor Bill’s wife.I learned she was Lebanese Christian and she’d married William Penny when he was in the US Navy, before he became a priest. There were a ton of things left unsaid about her opinion of his ministry and I got the definite opinion that Bill had left his last post because everyone thought Sahara had an indiscretion with a young male parishioner. My guess was that if a young male parishioner was involved, the cheater was that bastard Bill.As an added insult, Sahara’s name wasn’t even Sahara; that was the name Bill had listed on their marriage certificate because he found her Lebanese name difficult to pronounce. Her minority background, coupled with her husband, the pastor, letting everyone think she was a cheating whore, made Sahara the pariah of this little community.Because I had absolutely nothing going on in my life, I had to avenge Sahara. Being dumber than a box of rocks certainly didn’t hurt my determination. By the end of the session I had managed to accomplish four things. I’d helped Sahara feel better about herself and know she had a friend in me. If you have ever felt alone and isolated in the world you know how good that can feel.I had confused Mrs. Bainbridge as to my actual intentions; she thought I was cozying up to Sahara instead of Rochelle. The committee was mildly impressed that I had both shown back up and had appeared to bust my hump in contributing to their efforts at what their menfolk thought was a joke.Most importantly to me, I had gotten a few covert smiles from Rochelle Wellington for both my help to the other members and to my efforts with Sahara. As wife of the mayor, she wasn’t supposed to make waves, which included things like befriending someone the men had designated to be on the 'Shunned’ list. I was forgiven for my transgression because I clearly didn’t give a fuck about what any of them cared.When the meeting broke up Kendra Bainbridge, Sahara, Rochelle and I were quickly the last ones left. I hovered close to Sahara as we made our way to the door.“Zane, you need to return this equipment to the proper room,” Rochelle reminded me.“Sahara, why don’t we walk to our cars together?” Kendra suggested sweetly.This was the most I had heard Kendra address Sahara in the short time I had known them.It was clearly also her attempt of a cock-block on Sahara and I, which was a fortunate misread on the situation between myself and the Pastor’s wife.“That would be nice, Kendra,” Sahara replied. She reached out and stroked my elbow. “Thank you, Zane,” she added with a smile.Kendra departed, smug in her victory, leaving Rochelle and I alone.“I’ll get this equipment put away and be right back,” I told Rochelle. “Could you make sure all the new files are backed up to my account?”“Of course, Zane,” she smiled warmly, and set to work. I raced to get things squared away and hurried back. She remained at the table completing her work, coat off, when I moved in behind her.“Are we still friends?” I asked softly as I leaned in next to her ear.“Of course,” she turned her head so our gazes were only inches apart. I made to kiss her on the lips; she recoiled so I waited. I wasn’t afraid I’d spooked her; she wanted passion and the sense of freedom that came for embracing a choice all her own.The fear drained away and she completed our encounter. She was tentative at first and I mostly let her take the lead for the first two minutes until she became more confident. When the time was right I turned her in the chair and pulled her up by each hand. My hands went to her neck while hers settled on my hips.“We have our boundaries?” Rochelle questioned me.“Absolutely,” I confirmed. “Your neck,” I kissed her neck, “ear,” I kissed her ear, “and cheek are all on my side of the boundaries.” I had gotten as far as fondling the breasts last time around but I had time to coax her that way and was in no hurry.“Where are your boundaries?” I inquired of Rochelle as I lowered my hands around her hips.“I definitely think we should keep the boundaries at the waistline,” she suggested.“So you want my waistline, but was that up or down?” I smiled.“What?” she blushed.“Do you want to keep your hands above my waist – say to the stomach and chest, or you could go down below the belt?” I teased. “Just kidding,” I let her off the hook. Instead, I moved my lips to her face and came to a stop there.“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Rochelle sighed.“Okay,” I was disappointed, “but you will have to tell me to let go of you first.”“That isn’t fair,” she moaned, as she pressed her body against me and rested her forehead on my shoulder. I doubted it helped her resistance when her stomach pressed against my highly aroused cock.“Zane,” Rochelle choked out, “I’ve been a good wife for thirty years. I’m a pillar of the community and a loyal member of this congregation. What am I doing with a man younger than my youngest baby?”“Rochelle, I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do, but I’m not going to lie about wanting you.”“I don’t think you are running away from your husband and family; I think they have moved on without you, despite all you’ve done to make them a part of your life. If you end up alone three or more times a week, give us a shot; if not, you are doing okay and should stay where you are,” I advised.“I don’t want to lose you,” Rochelle worried.“You are not going to lose me, Rochelle. You are beautiful and that is not going to change; even if you are unattainable and I have to watch you from afar,” I soothed her. She seemed to swell up with happiness in my arms.“That isn’t fair one bit,” she moaned.“Fine. I don’t find you attractive; I am going to forget you the moment I walk out this door and I’ll never look at you again,” I taunted her. “Happy? You are off the hook.”“Maybe if you were a better liar,” Rochelle looked up at me smiling, “Remember that I am married to a politician.”“Oh, then tell me if I’m lying: I want to pick you up, press you onto this table and make love to you until you scream with pleasure,” I challenged.“What about our boundaries?” she panted.“I’m trying really, really hard to honor them but you aren’t making it easy,” I confided in her. Rochelle decided to change tacks. She backed away and leaned against the table, facing me, with her arms supporting her upper body as she reclined.“We shouldn’t do this,” she told me, but even as she shook her head, she smiled and bit her lower lip provocatively.I pursued her, Rochelle spreading her legs to allow my body to better press down on her. I kissed her fervently several times before she spoke.“Stop,” she whispered. “I can’t.” I began working open the buttons on her blouse. Rochelle rolled her head back so that my lips and tongue played along her throat.“Ah, Zane, you should stop that,” she exhaled as she gently held one hand to the back of my head as I kissed her breasts through her bra. “There are three hooks,” she added as I started slipping her bra off. She pushed away from the table so I could slip her shirt and bra down. Since I had her off the table temporarily, I elected to unzip her skirt from the side and drop that and her slip to the carpet.She was looking horribly vulnerable being so nearly naked, down to white panties, thigh high white stockings, and black shoes. Sure, she was plump in the middle and her rich, swelling breasts sagged, but they were gorgeous to hold and behold. I more than evened the playing field, stripping completely naked. Rochelle moaned when she saw me exposed and she trembled with lust. I was sure she thought about running away or running at me, but she chose something in between.Rochelle reached forward and tenderly grabbed my penis in one hand.“Oh, my,” she gasped. I moved closer, brushed her hair aside and put my hand to the back of her head. I brought her into yet another kiss, this one longer and more passionate than the rest.“I am going to move one step at a time,” I told her softly, our faces barely an inch apart, “but I am going to take you tonight.”Rochelle’s first nod was timid, but they became very enthusiastic. I rested my hands on the lush flesh just below the hips and lifted her halfway onto the table.“I think I’m violating your boundaries,” I grinned wickedly. First her eyes flared, she looked surprised, and finally she let her giggle turn into a laugh.She gave my cock a delicious twist.“I think we are way beyond that,” she panted happily. I pressed into her, bobbing in for a kiss, withdrawing for her smile, and going in again. It took over a minute for Rochelle eventually to feel comfortable and self-assured enough to kiss me on the neck. I thrust my pelvis into her as a response.That appeared to be what it took for Rochelle’s emotional dam to burst. She wrapped her stocking clad calves around each thigh and began kissing my shoulder and chest with hungry little pecks.“Zane,” she panted as she yanked on my cock, “I haven’t had sexual intercourse in twenty years.”My first thought was 'Crap, someone else trying to squeeze my cock off,’ but I realized that was unfair, plus she had delivered five children.“Rochelle, can I be crass and crude with you?” I said softly. That clearly wasn’t what she expected to hear; still she consented.“Rochelle, I know it has been a long time since you’ve had sex, and it has probably been very vanilla. Have you ever had sex bent over a table?” I wondered.“No,” she blushed. “I’ve only had sex on a bed…on my back. Isn’t that normal?”“Um, okay. I’m going to fuck you, Rochelle; I am going to nail you, make you scream and cry and beat your fists in ecstasy,” I threatened her. “How does that make you feel?”“I…” she gulped, “that scares me but…” nothing was said for several seconds.“Damn it,” I hissed, “your body is tormenting me.” Rochelle gasped and trembled once more. I dove into her left breast and bit down. She pulsed against me; then I started pressing her down on the table. Removing her panties was remarkably easy after that.I let my cock, still in her hand, rub against her slit. When her labia parted her fluids quickly coated the tip. I moved it up and down while we kissed, and I mean kissed. Rochelle kept stroking my cheek and hairline. I began pulling and teasing her nipples. A moment later I hooked her legs up until she instinctively wrapped around my waist.When I was rubbing my member along her cunt lips we kissed. When I feasted on her nipples she moaned like a slut and arched her back to entice me further.“Put it in me,” she begged, overwhelmed with desire, “Put it in me now, please.”“Whatever you want,” I whispered in her ear. Using both our hands (I got the feeling she wasn’t sure what she was doing) I wedged my cockhead in between her labia and pushed.Rochelle was snug, not tight, and certainly wasn’t trying to tear the skin off my penis going in. For her part, my partner was going off beneath me chanting 'yes, yes, yes’ and rubbing her body against mine. By the way she was sparking against me, I knew she was close to orgasm.“Ugh – ugh – ugh,” Rochelle squirmed, “Oh, God! Yes!” she exulted beneath my body.She thrust rhythmically multiple times before gracefully resting against the wooden surface.“Oh, my God,” she gasped. “I’ve never had an orgasm that intense before, or had it happen so fast.”“That was all you, Elle,” I grinned. “You have built up a great deal of sexual energy over the years and I had better be careful with you or you’ll tear me up.”“Oh – wait, that is a good thing, isn’t it?” she asked from deep within her heaving bosom.“What did I tell you? The bodies of true women are dynamite and need to be handled with care. My main concern is that I can satisfy you,” I confided in her. She had no initial words in response, instead relying on an intense stare.“Elle?” she panted. “No one has called me Elle since my father died.”“Would you prefer I call you something else?” I replied.“No. It was a surprise, that’s all,” she told me. I pushed a little farther into Rochelle as she finished speaking. “Ooohhh,” she murmured.I let Rochelle’s legs fall to the side as I gently coasted in and out of her. I gave her a few minutes of tender sex before pulling out and kneeling between her legs.“What?” she started to mumble before my lips settled onto her cunt and my tongue rolled through her folds. “Oh, wow,” she moaned.Her clitoris was already evident so after a few generous strokes of the tongue, I tilted up and encased her clit in my lips and sucked. Rochelle bucked her hips in reaction and started up a deeply passionate groan. To add to life’s injustices, I was sure no one had ever gone down on Rochelle’s love box before.Despite having already cum once, Rochelle climaxed again inside five minutes.“Oh, God!” was her guttural gasp. Her body jerked, trembled, and stiffened before going still once more. I licked my way up her body, teasing both sides of her belly button, slobbering over her right breast, and ending up driving my tongue into a muscular dance with hers.“Mmmm, is that what I taste like?” she panted, with thankfully a good deal of pleasure.“Now you know one of the reasons I’ll be coming back for more,” I teased.“One; what is the other one?” she grinned wearily.“No, you don’t,” I responded with a kiss to her nose. “You don’t get to have that kind of fantastic reaction to me then act like it was nothing.”“Oh, don’t say that,” Rochelle scolded me, “I know I’m not very good.”“Are you dumping me?” I asked.“No,” she exclaimed anxiously, and clutched me with her hands on my upper arms and thighs pressing on my hips.“Why are you acting as if I didn’t enjoy myself?” I questioned. “You climaxed twice and guys love that kind of thing. My only problem is that we can’t keep giving you the screwing you so richly deserve. If we are missing much longer, they are going to send out search parties.” Rochelle continued to hold me tight but had calmed down a lot. It did take me a moment to figure out that I needed to carry the conversation.“How soon can we get together again?” I asked softly, which was precisely what she wanted to hear.“Maybe we shouldn’t,” she hesitated, but from my experience she was playing with me.“I know I’ve pushed this, Elle, but you are worth every effort. I see a sensual, mature woman abandoned by some guy who clearly didn’t appreciate her finer qualities,” I pledged.“Zane, the risks are so great,” she worried intently. “We could really suffer over this…affair.”“Fine,” I sat up, “I’ll give you up for your sake but you have to promise to do one thing for me.”“What is it?” she hesitantly inquired.“How many young women have been in your husband’s office less than five years?” I opened with.“Two,” she recalled somewhat confused.“The one with the most seniority; tomorrow I want you to go into her office and tell her you know about her liaisons with your husband – her boss – the Mayor,” I advised her. “Don’t act angry. Instead, act comfortable with the news and put her at ease. She’ll be glad to confide in someone, trust me.”“What if she hasn’t had an affair and goes to my husband with this accusation?” Rochelle bit her lip in concern.“Rochelle, you have a seriously hot body and incredible sexual energy. Since your husband hasn’t been neutered that I’m aware of, he’s been getting sex somewhere else. I haven’t heard of a thriving sex industry in town so for discretion’s sake, he is having sex with women he has power over; namely, employees,” I explained.“How did you come up with all of that?” she marveled.“Elle, there is nothing greater in all of God’s Creation than women, body and soul. I notice things that most people miss and appreciate qualities most ignore,” I enlightened her. “You have a smoking body but if you weren’t such a wonderful woman, I wouldn’t be here.”“Ah, you make me feel ten years younger,” she sighed before kissing me on the nipple and chest.“Crap,” I bitched. “That means I only have two more encounters with you before you become jail bait.” That assessment made her laugh joyously.“I’ve lost my mind and I don’t know why,” she breathed in a terribly sexy way, hardly upset at all.“We are leaving now,” I declared, “Because you are so sexy right this instant, if I stay, I’m going to hammer you so hard we are going to break this table. I’m not sure how we can explain that.”“Does the 'hammer me through the table’ line work on younger women?” Rochelle teased.“Do you want me to go grab a younger woman and find out?” I zinged back.“No!” she insisted. “I am sure we are not exclusive but I’m sure I don’t want to share you with anyone I don’t have to. I think we should get together again but I’ll have to contact you.”“Use Felicity’s phone and have her call Rio,” I directed. “She’ll get a message to me.”“Are you going to…seduce Felicity too?” Rochelle inquired warily.“Nope, that has never been my intention,” I answered. I wasn’t sure how to explain to Rochelle that the real worry was Rio kidnapping Felicity for a Lost Weekend of Sapphic splendor. A discussion about homosexuality and my acceptance of it wasn’t in the cards for tonight.“I want her and Lance to have a shot at happiness,” Rochelle said.“I want Felicity to be happy as well,” I evaded. If she noticed my failure to mention her youngest son, she was good enough not to press the matter. We kissed before we walked out the door and left; she went home and I headed home to have dinner with Jill. We had hot dogs and green beans; Jill had a hard three days at work and she wasn’t a diligent cook to begin with.MY SHIRT IS NOT MY FRIENDBefore heading back to campus I stopped by the Kappa Sigma House. I got some rather comfortable attention from the ladies, which was a bit bizarre when it was tag-team action from two sisters I’m pretty sure are lesbians. I stopped by to see Tawny for a minute to talk to her about the block party I might still have an invitation too.I ended up spending a few minutes of alone time with Leigh (okay, Paris is on her bed pretending to study but it isn’t a tiny room).“I know you need to go home soon,” Leigh lured me in with a sympathetic voice. I let her come into my arms and while I was aware she was about to shift me I was still taken aback by her enthusiasm.I landed back-first on her bed and she ended up straddling my crotch with her legs folded underneath her.“Let me help you with your shirt,” she grinned evilly. I wasn’t aware my shirt was in the way or that I wanted it off but what the hell. I started to unbutton my shirt but she slapped my hands away. Instead, she pulled my shirt out of my pants and yanked it up and up until the top was over my head.Once she had it over my face and my arms pinned, she stopped and snickered.“What the…oh, come on, Leigh,” I complained.“You like to be tied up, admit it,” she teased me.“Is your webcam on?” I countered.“If I say yes will you be even more turned on?” she wiggled on my aroused crotch. “Somebody says you will.” Leigh scooted down my body, then placed her tongue on my nipple and blew a cool breath on it. The arousal was agony. Things didn’t get better when she set her lips to the other nipple.“That’s it, Zane,” Leigh moaned, “so fucking big and hard.” She was rubbing her breasts and stomach along my rod, making me wish we were naked once more. Leigh was taking sadistic joy in working my nipples over too. It was so good that I was momentarily confused when she took in both of my nipples at once (honest – I don’t have man-boobs). I had a second tormentor.“Hey, Paris,” I gasped.“Zane, you are so sweet. I am going have to make use of your trellis Friday night because I can’t sleep right remembering how you tongued and dicked me over at the party,” Paris sighed happily. “Here, let me help you breathe.”Paris (?) helped move my shirt from over my chin and lips, which did help me take a deep breath, but in the intake, a nipple and a bit of breast were inserted past my lips. Paris was a 34B but could easily fit a C, and dining on her firm and vibrant flesh was no hardship for me. I figured that I could take two women at one time; I’d done it before.The third presence was perturbing but now both my nipples were covered. It was when a slick cold substance was placed upon my belly that I started to protest. I had the knowledge that there were four women over me when a newcomer initiated some licks, rubbing her flat tongue over me from sternum to belly button.“Oh, wow,” she said &a
Numbing, Cultural Anesthesia and Trauma- one of the top three obstacles that get in the way of healing by SENSING and allowing emotions to flow through our bodies. How are you anesthesising? Is it worth it? I did it for years an years, an appropiate response to the pain I coud not handle back in my teens and early 20's. I can say I am somwehat on the other side now and life is SO much better when I FEEL. All of it. Even the scary intense emotions, There ca not be joy without sorrow, there can not be light without dark. Our society hands out pain and anesthesizing pills like they were freaking cotton candy at the circus. Could we stop and analyze this disempowerment for a bit? Can we take our humanity back? I think so. Just think exactly WHO benefits from you being addicted to numbing? Let's grab all the compassion that we can and slowly, little by little, come back to our birthright of embodiment. You can do it. We can do it as a village. Open heart living is for the Courageous. And we are all Courageous.
The conversation this week is with Tom Doyle. Tom is a veteran in the semiconductor industry working in many different areas over the last 35 years, including RF and satellites, analog and mixed-signal integrated circuit solutions, IP software, and sales. He holds a BS in Electrical Engineering from West Virginia University and an MBA from California State University. Tom is the CEO of Aspinity. Aspinity is a world leader in the design and development of analog machine learning chips that are revolutionizing the architecture of always-on sensing devices that run on batteries. Aspinity is the second startup Tom founded and is the first focused on a semiconductor chip.If you are interested in learning about how AI is being applied across multiple industries, be sure to join us at a future AppliedAI Monthly meetup and help support us so we can make future Emerging Technologies North non-profit events!Emerging Technologies NorthAppliedAI MeetupResources and Topics Mentioned in this EpisodeAspinityAspinity CareersTinyML Cookbook by Gian Marco Iodice AnalogMLLinear and Non-Linear Analog Signal ProcessingWhat is Vibration Analysis and What is it Used For?MicrocontrollerMoore's Law Enjoy!Your host,Justin Grammens
In this true scary story, Aldo speaks out about his experiences and his ability to sense darkness in certain places. Could his grandma have something to do with it?Have a strange experience to share? Visit https://TrueScaryStory.com or email me at firstname.lastname@example.orgAd-free https://ScaryPlus.comHave an idea for the Spanish-version of this show? https://NoDormir.comUp next, check out https://ADarkMemory.com
It's time for our jam-packed sonification sequel, which includes two interviews, 5 (!) space sounds, and a critical fourth “i” for how sonification is used in astronomy! We're first joined by Paul Green and Afra Ashram, the creators of the new sonification project Sensing the Dynamic Universe. Then Sarah Kane, a senior undergrad at the University of Pennsylvania, joins us to talk about her journey in astronomy and sonification while being legally blind. We round things out by listening to kilonovae, radio interferometers, and the atmosphere of Uranus! Is there anything we didn't discuss? 0:00 First 3 “i”s 5:05 Sensing the Dynamic Universe interview (4th “i”) 29:17 Reflections on SDU 32:14 Sarah Kane interview 55:31 Our educational sonifications Sensing the Dynamic Universe: https://lweb.cfa.harvard.edu/sdu/index.html Our sonification astrobite from last year: astrobites.org/2021/06/17/getting-started-in-sonification/ An article about Sarah Kane (isn't she so fashionable?): omnia.sas.upenn.edu/story/disability-advocacy-and-sciences SonoUno:sion.frm.utn.edu.ar/sonoUno/ Astronify:astronify.readthedocs.io/ Twotone: twotone-midiout-beta.netlify.app Miditime (for advanced users): github.com/cirlabs/miditime
How can we adapt to the present market situation and structure deals to mitigate investment risks? Andrew Cushman shares the factors contributing to his multifamily success, qualities that make this investment stand out from the rest of the asset classes, and tips on adequately evaluating markets. Listen to learn about seizing opportunities in a market crisis and maintaining a deal flow! Key Takeaways from this episode Why you shouldn't underestimate raising capital and property renovation The scalability and advantages of Class A and B areas/markets What makes multifamily a better investment than single-family or fix and flips? Ideal team and business culture for real estate investing Insights about the opportunities in multifamily in the current market condition The impact of reliability and integrity in building relationships References/Links Mentioned BiggerPockets Real Estate Podcast About Andrew Cushman Andrew Cushman is a former chemical engineer who found his entrepreneurial calling in real estate. In 2007 Andrew left his corporate position to start a business in real estate investment, starting off flipping single-family properties in Southern California. Sensing a shift in the market, in 2011 Andrew transitioned to multifamily acquisitions and has successfully syndicated and repositioned over 2,300 multifamily units. He is a frequent guest and panelist on Real Estate podcasts and educational forums, and recently launched The Multifamily Accelerator: a multifamily mastermind group for active and experienced Real Estate investors. Outside of the business world, Andrew has been a certified alpine ski instructor and when not working in real estate enjoys surfing, backcountry skiing, and trying to not be outwitted by his two young children. Connect with Andrew Website: Vantage Point Acquisitions YouTube: Vantage Point Acquisitions Facebook: Vantage Point Acquisitions Instagram: @vantagepointacquisitions LinkedIn: Andrew Cushman Neil J. Timmins is on a mission to make a deep personal impact in the lives of his team members and business partners through his work as a real estate investor and mentor. He started as a traditional real estate agent where his team was recognized by the Wall Street Journal as a Top 100 team. Eventually, he made the transition from Realtor to full time investor. Over the course of his career, Neil has been involved in over $300,000,000 in real estate transactions. Neil's portfolio depth includes assets ranging from houses to industrial properties. Recently, Neil and his team launched the Legacy Impact Partner Program where they partner with fix and flip investors from around the country. Neil's team brings capital to fund and fix rehabs, operational expertise, and years of experience catapulting their partner's business to new heights. Want to partner? You can learn more and book a call with Neil at www.LegacyImpactPartners.com. Connect with Neil Website: Real Grit LinkedIn: Neil J. Timmins Facebook: Neil Timmins
Today's episode features Detlef Wilke, Vice President of Automotive Solutions at Smart Eye. With a degree in electrical engineering, Detlef has over 25 years of experience within the automotive industry with deep technical expertise in driver monitoring and interior sensing systems. Listen to him speak about what he is working on at Smart Eye, how customers are using Smart Eye interior sensing technology, how it works, and what he sees as future trends in the automotive technology industry.Links of interest:Smart Eye Announces Detlef Wilke as New VP of Automotive Solutions: https://smarteye.se/smart-eye-announces-detlef-wilke-as-new-vp-of-automotive-solutions/Advancing Road Safety – The State of Alcohol Intoxication Research: https://smarteye.se/advancing-road-safety-the-state-of-alcohol-intoxication-research/[eBook] How Euro NCAP will make DMS the New Safety Standard: https://smarteye.se/how-euro-ncap-will-make-dms-the-new-safety-standard/Smart Eye Driver Monitoring Systems: https://smarteye.se/solutions/automotive/driver-monitoring-system/ Smart Eye Automotive Interior Sensing: https://smarteye.se/solutions/automotive/interior-sensing/
I've got to tell you, there are some days where I really struggle to sense God's presence. Sometimes, life just feels empty and the daily tasks can overwhelm—I've got to get dishes done, and the laundry, and the kids need baths, and this needs done, and that's due tomorrow… and it's just so much. And I lose sight of God being there with me. Now, we know it's not always about experiencing Him in some fantastical way, right? We know, based on Scripture, that He is with us, whether we can sense His presence or not. But sometimes, I just long to know that He is near. And one of the ways I have found to consistently put myself in God's presence is to go outside. Jeremy Stefano wrote, “The beauty and splendor of creation stir and enrapture the heart, shaping the humble soul in wonder and gratitude.” So today, I wanted to share more about how God shows up in nature and how we can intentionally make ways to go outside and experience Him—even when life is hard. Kari >> REGISTER FOR JOURNAL GENTLY: An 8-week program designed to help you use writing as a way to process hurt, grief, and trauma with God http://lovedoesthat.org/journalgently QUOTES + BIBLE VERSES: “The beauty and splendor of creation stir and enrapture the heart, shaping the humble soul in wonder and gratitude.” (Jeremy Stefano) “…in dealing with birds, animals, flower and all other forms of natural life, we are perhaps, nearer to the Creator than in any other branch of science; for the natural world is the expression of God's personality in a form that is within the reach of all of us to comprehend in some measure. And is not the natural world one of the greatest proofs that there is a God?” (G. Dowton, “The Charm of Nature Study”) “For ever since the world was created, people have seen the earth and sky. Through everything God made, they can clearly see his invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature.” (Romans 1:20 NLT) ______ >> Written Spiritual Direction: Recognize God's presence in your pain http://lovedoesthat.org/spiritualdirection
Today we're joined by Arash Behboodi, a machine learning researcher at Qualcomm Technologies. In our conversation with Arash, we explore his paper Equivariant Priors for Compressed Sensing with Unknown Orientation, which proposes using equivariant generative models as a prior means to show that signals with unknown orientations can be recovered with iterative gradient descent on the latent space of these models and provide additional theoretical recovery guarantees. We discuss the differences between compression and compressed sensing, how he was able to evolve a traditional VAE architecture to understand equivalence, and some of the research areas he's applying this work, including cryo-electron microscopy. We also discuss a few of the other papers that his colleagues have submitted to the conference, including Overcoming Oscillations in Quantization-Aware Training, Variational On-the-Fly Personalization, and CITRIS: Causal Identifiability from Temporal Intervened Sequences. The complete show notes for this episode can be found at twimlai.com/go/584
This is a 75 minute live class blending yoga and the Feldenkrais method. We will use the pubic bone as an anatomical place of reference and awareness. Using a multidisciplinary approach, including breathing practices, myofascial release, active and passive stretching, acquaint yourself with the subtle movements of the pelvis.At the beginning of the class, we locate the pubic bone on our own bodies. Not sure where the pubic bone is? For an image of area of the pubic bone that we locate check out the blog post for this episode. If this class resonates with you, you may enjoy a deeper study with this blended Yoga + Feldenkrais approach through my self-paced and livestream courses: The Blending of Yoga + FeldenkraisYoga + Feldenkrais- Psoas and Diaphragm FocusIntro to Yoga + FeldenkraisFind more of Sarah's teaching on her website Body Matter, including live online classes, self-paced courses and the Body Matter library membership. Sarah Baumert has been teaching movement since 2006. She is a certified yoga teacher, yoga therapist and Feldenkrais practitioner. This podcast is an intersection of her yoga teaching and training in the Feldenkrais® method. Classes include sensory rich movement experiences for a more resilient and healthy nervous system to help you feel a greater sense of ease and comfort in yourself. Find more of Sarah's teaching on her website Body Matter, including live online classes, self-paced courses and the Body Matter library membership.Leave a review on itunes, google, or wherever you get your podcasts!Support the show! OR Buy me a coffee
EPISODE HIGHLIGHTS:Leaders' perceptions of their strategic thinking abilitiesReactive strategic thinking Sensing, sense making and programmingLeaders who don't think strategicallyOperational thinking vs Strategic Thinking5 P's of Operational ThinkingLandmarks on the map of Strategic ThinkingThe secret sauce of strategyBiggest question ask yourself as an organizationHow to pick up on weak signals to predict the futurePreparation, planning & anticipation as discovery20 Micro-skills of Strategic ThinkingShoulder Angels: metacognitionSunflower Bias & "Devalorization"Organizations that Strategically ThinkTop 5 Movies to learn how to Strategically ThinkGreg's LinkedIn ProfileLinkedIn Group: Practitioners of Strategic Thinking MicroSkillsEmail: email@example.comTwitter: @GregGithensTony's LinkedIn ProfileTony's email: firstname.lastname@example.org
Jeanne Mayell is a professional intuitive counselor and author who gives private life readings, and intuitive guidance, and offers tools to help people develop their intuitive abilities. In 2015, Mayell was listed on Coast to Coast AM radio as one of America's most gifted Tarot readers. Holding Master's Degrees from the Harvard School of Public Health and the Harvard Graduate School of Education, an MA in Counseling Psychology from Framingham State University, and published in The Atlantic and other national journals, she is not only a gifted intuitive but brings an academic and intellectual perspective to the world of intuition. Sensing that an era of profound and accelerated change is upon us, Mayell has been teaching people to expand the intuitive gifts we were all born with. In this way, we will be able to navigate this changing world for ourselves, our families, and others. She feels that expanding our intuition is necessary for our civilization to evolve. This process will bring us closer to each other, nature, and the whole universe. She teaches classes in Tarot, intuitive visioning, Positive Psychology, and mindfulness — all ways to find inner guidance. Mayell has also worked as a health writer (Atlantic Monthly, American Health Magazine, and EastWest Journal), and has held positions as the Massachusetts Medicaid Director, a policy administrator for the City of New York's Office of Management & Budget in health and welfare, and a research consultant on national health and welfare programs. She has co-authored two books on health and welfare.
Today on Sense of Soul Podcast we have, Elaine Clayton she is a teacher of intuitive empathic development. She is also an artist as well as author/illustrator of several books for children and adults on intuitive intelligence. Her editorial art includes work for the New York Times and New York Times Book Review. She joined us to tell us about her her book “The Way of the Empath, How Compassion, Empathy & Intuition Can Heal Your World,” is a guide for empaths and spiritually sensitive souls to explore their abilities through exercises, affirmations, journaling, and methods to protect themselves. Sensing what is “unseen” in the way of the emotions of others (and even thoughts, nuanced implications) is not uncommon for humans because of our primal instincts. Knowing “what's up” is part of survival. But we are trained to tune out a lot of what we intuitively perceive, to stay focused on an overriding agenda or task at hand. If you are sensitive and absorb the feelings of others, or wish to develop your “quiet knowing” to consciously use it, this book is for you! Visit her website https://www.elaineclayton.com Order Elaine's new book “THE WAY OF THE EMPATH” available now. Follow Elaine's journey on Social Media Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/IntuituveStreamDrawing/ Visit Sense of Soul at www.mysenseofsoul.com Join our Sense of Soul Patreon!! Our community of seekers and lightworkers who get exclusive discounts, live events like SOS Sacred Circles, ad free episodes and more. You can also listen to Shanna's new mini series, about the Goddess Sophia! Sign up today and help support our podcast. As a member of any level you get 50% off Shanna's Soul Immersion Healing Experience! https://www.patreon.com/senseofsoul
Jeanne Mayell is a professional intuitive counselor and author who gives private life readings, and intuitive guidance, and offers tools to help people develop their intuitive abilities. In 2015, Mayell was listed on Coast to Coast AM radio as one of America's most gifted Tarot readers. Holding Master's Degrees from the Harvard School of Public Health and the Harvard Graduate School of Education, an MA in Counseling Psychology from Framingham State University, and published in The Atlantic and other national journals, she is not only a gifted intuitive but brings an academic and intellectual perspective to the world of intuition. Sensing that an era of profound and accelerated change is upon us, Mayell has been teaching people to expand the intuitive gifts we were all born with. In this way, we will be able to navigate this changing world for ourselves, our families, and others. She feels that expanding our intuition is necessary for our civilization to evolve. This process will bring us closer to each other, nature, and the whole universe. She teaches classes in Tarot, intuitive visioning, Positive Psychology, and mindfulness — all ways to find inner guidance. Mayell has also worked as a health writer (Atlantic Monthly, American Health Magazine, and EastWest Journal), and has held positions as the Massachusetts Medicaid Director, a policy administrator for the City of New York's Office of Management & Budget in health and welfare, and a research consultant on national health and welfare programs. She has co-authored two books on health and welfare. https://www.jeannemayell.com/
There are few people who can write so brilliantly, about so many subjects, all at once, as Geoff Dyer. The Last Days of Roger Federer: And Other Endings could be his most wide ranging to date. It's about tennis—as the title suggests—and specifically about the curtain dropping on the career of one of the most successful, and most technically beautiful players, ever. But it's also about endings of so many other kinds: the significance, or otherwise, of an artist's last work; mental and intellectual decline; finishing and not finishing books; and why, perhaps, deep down, we really just long for everything to come to be over with...*SUBSCRIBE NOW FOR BONUS EPISODESLooking for Friends of Shakespeare and Company read Ulysses? https://podfollow.com/sandcoulyssesIf you want to spend even more time at Shakespeare and Company, you can now subscribe for regular bonus episodes and early access to Friends of Shakespeare and Company read Ulysses.Subscribe on Patreon here: https://www.patreon.com/sandcoSubscribe on Apple Podcasts here: https://podcasts.apple.com/fr/podcast/shakespeare-and-company-writers-books-and-paris/id1040121937?l=enAll money raised goes to supporting “Friends of Shakespeare and Company” the bookshop's non-profit, created to fund our noncommercial activities—from the upstairs reading library, to the writers-in-residence program, to our charitable collaborations, and our free events.*Geoff Dyer is the author of Jeff in Venice, Death in Varanasi and three previous novels, as well as nine non-fiction books. Dyer has won the Somerset Maugham Prize, the Bollinger Everyman Wodehouse Prize for Comic Fiction, a Lannan Literary Award, the International Center of Photography's 2006 Infinity Award for writing on photography and the American Academy of Arts and Letters' E.M. Forster Award. In 2009 he was named GQ's Writer of the Year. He won a National Book Critics Circle Award in 2012 and was a finalist in 1998. In 2015 he received a Windham Campbell Prize for non-fiction. His books have been translated into twenty-four languages. He currently lives in Los Angeles where he is Writer in Residence at the University of Southern California.Adam Biles is Literary Director at Shakespeare and Company. Buy a signed copy of his novel FEEDING TIME here: https://shakespeareandcompany.com/S/9781910296684/feeding-timeListen to Alex Freiman's Play It Gentle here: https://open.spotify.com/album/4gfkDcG32HYlXnBqI0xgQX?si=mf0Vw-kuRS-ai15aL9kLNA&dl_branch=1 Get bonus content on Patreon See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.
Christian Meditation is a quiet time for you to re-integrate and re-calibrate your mind with your body. And re-integrate and re-calibrate your mind and body with God‘s presence with you and in you. Remember the quote from the apostle Paul in Acts 17:28 – In him you live and move and have your being.If your podcast app is set to skip the silent sections, disable that in your podcast app for this podcast.The goal of this podcast — Christian meditation for a bigger life — is to help people living in our distracted digital age to connect with God with your whole being, and sense your embodied connection and togetherness with God in each present moment throughout your day. Christians face different struggles today than even just 20 years ago. A kind of “new normal” that's not really something normal at all.John Mark Comer (the ruthless elimination of hurry)…This new normal of hurried digital distraction is robbing us of the ability to be present. Present to God. Present to other people. Present to all that is good, beautiful, and true in our world. Even present to our own souls.It's the first and the last of those that we address in this podcast. Reintegrating our presence with our own souls, including our bodies. And recalibrating our sense and awareness of our embodied presence with God.The Bible teaches that your connection with God is always in the present moment. He's the I AM. Always in the present tense.Too often we adopt a very unbiblical and unchristian view of our body somehow being separate from, or at least unrelated to, our soul and our eternal connection with God. But the Bible teaches that your body is actually a vital part of your eternal soul. Psalms 139:13-14 (NIV)“For you created my inmost being;you knit me together in my mother's womb.I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made.”God loves your body because he loves you, and you are your body. You are more than your body but you are not less than your body. God intentionally and carefully created your body as a wonderful work. God created your inmost being. God carefully knit you together in your mother's womb. Your body is fearfully and wonderfully made by God.God created your body when he created you, and your body is a key part of your eternal relationship with God. But right now we live in a Genesis 3 world — and your body experiences hardship and degeneration and eventually death. But God became a human body in the person of Jesus in order to destroy death in your body forever. Philippians 3:20-21 (NIV)“…The Lord Jesus Christ, …by the power that enables him to bring everything under his control, will transform our lowly bodies so that they will be like his glorious body.”When Jesus returns he will transform your body into a resurrected, glorified body like his resurrected, glorified body. Your body will have a resurrection and will be transformed. It will not be a new body. It will be the body God created when he knit you together in your mother's womb, but transformed into glory and beauty and righteousness and immortality. That's what the New Testament says in Romans 8:23 that “…the redemption of our bodies” is the “hope [for which] we were saved.” This is what the miracles of Jesus signified.1 Corinthians 15:42-44 (NIV)“So will it be with the resurrection of the dead. The body that is sown is perishable, it is raised imperishable; it is sown in dishonor, it is raised in glory; it is sown in weakness, it is raised in power; it is sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual body.”So even now your body is part of the eternal you. Your eternal salvation is not your soul being freed from your body but rather your body being freed from sin's degeneration and death.Romans 8:11 (NIV)“And if the Spirit of him who raised Jesus from the dead is living in you, he who raised Christ from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies because of his Spirit who lives in you.”So imagine this – in this very moment his Holy Spirit dwells in your body as his holy temple (1 Cor 6:19). 1 Corinthians 6:19-20 (ESV)“Or do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit within you, whom you have from God? …(20) So glorify God in your body.”So Christians of all people should embrace their body right now as an eternally important part of who they are.So one of the things you want to do in this kind of Christian meditation is re-integrate your body with your mind and soul. Sensing your God-created body as an important part of who you are. And recalibrate your body with the reality of God‘s presence in you and around you in every moment. Feeling into your body an awareness of God‘s infinite and intimate and eternal love for you and presence IN you and eternal plan for your body.And you can do that through envisioning and feeling these truths into your body by using your biblically guided imagination. And the more you use your biblically guided imagination to imagine/envision/feel God‘s Spirit and God‘s love in your body — the more you will mentally integrate/connect your body with God's transcendent spiritual reality in every moment. Because the present moment is always the moment when we connect with God. He's the I AM. He is always in the present tense in the present moment. And the present moment is always where we connect with him. And understanding and experiencing that will change your life!Who can you share this podcast with? If you found this episode helpful, consider sharing it on social media or texting it to a friend you think might benefit from it.Follow Dave Cover on Twitter @davecoverFollow A Bigger Life on Twitter @ABiggerLifePodOur audio engineer is Diego Huaman.This podcast is a ministry of The Crossing, a church in Columbia, Missouri, a college town where the flagship campus of the University of Missouri is located.
“Romans 15:7 says, ‘Therefore welcome one another, as Christ has welcomed you for the glory of God.' So, welcome one another. That's gospel culture. That's the horizontal dimension of grace.” – T. J. TimsIn this episode of You're Not Crazy, Ray Ortlund and special guest, T. J. Tims, discuss how pastors cultivate gospel culture in their churches at the ground level so that it becomes an intergenerational reality.• Introductions (0:00)• The horizontal dimension of grace (2:18)• What's at stake (5:14)• Sensing what's in the room (9:31)• Everyone feels like an imposter (11:31)• Intergenerational gospel culture (17:55)• Recommended resource: Deeper: Real Change for Real Sinners by Dane Ortlund (22:39)
Ed Yong's new book, “An Immense World,” urges readers to break outside their “sensory bubble” to consider the unique ways that dogs, dolphins, mice and other animals experience their surroundings.“I've often said that my beat is everything that is or was once alive, which covers billions of species, across basically the entirety of the planet's history,” Yong says on this week's podcast. “One thing I like about this particular topic — the sensory worlds of other animals — is that it, itself, though a singular, cohesive topic, is also the gateway to thousands of small wonders. There's so much to learn about just in this one corner of biology.”Terry Alford visits the podcast to talk about his new book, “In the Houses of Their Dead,” an investigation of how Abraham Lincoln, John Wilkes Booth and their families were influenced by spiritualism.Alford says of Lincoln: “There's a struggle, as best I see it, in him between the rational side and the side that desires to be comforted and to be in contact with someone you loved who's not there anymore. He really wanted that, and he said he wanted that to a number of people. But he just felt, at the end of the day, that séance-type contact with the dead was really delusional.”Also on this week's episode, Lauren Christensen and Joumana Khatib talk about what they've been reading. John Williams is the host.Here are the books discussed in this week's “What We're Reading”:“The Secret History” by Donna Tartt“Blood Orange Night” by Melissa Bond“The Hack” by Wilfrid SheedWe would love to hear your thoughts about this episode, and about the Book Review's podcast in general. You can send them to email@example.com.