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Lo que era una propuesta de democracia participativa terminó en tragicomedia institucional. El hundimiento de la consulta popular del gobierno Petro fue bautizado por los medios como "bochornoso", y cubierto desde categorías de: héroes, villanos, traiciones y acusaciones. Un escenario más para la polarización y la desinformación, en la que también pudo ser “la peor semana de este gobierno”. Esta semana hablamos de lo que sucedió en el Congreso.Descubra una propuesta para el himno nacional. Andrés Páramo, Santiago Rivas y María Paula MartínezPresunto es un show de Sillón Estudios.Notas del episodio:Revelan video de Martha Peralta retirándose del Senado: “Deja constancia que se retira para no participar en esta votación”No podemos permitir que se incendie el país El Congreso está jugando con fuego Se hunde la consulta popular de Petro, pero reviva la laboral (por ahora)Conozca como voto cada congresista en el hundimiento de la Consulta PopularLa caída de la consulta popular: radiografía de una votación polémica y el reto de mantener la pazEl ‘agarrón' que protagonizó Armando Benedetti en el Congreso tras el hundimiento de la consulta popular Get bonus content on Patreon Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Ring P1 från Göteborg om bland annat fiske, Ryssland, skogen och hur vi ser på invandring. Programledare: Tomas Tengby, ansvarig utgivare: Sabina Schatzl Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radio Play.

Raamattutunti 30.04.2025: Lauri Lankinen & Petrus Leppänen

Stötta oss på Patreon: http://patreon.com/tombola Som patreon så får du tillgång till TombolaTvå på fredagar! Ett extra avsnitt! Mer Tombola varje vecka! Skicka in ämnen till tombolan: tombolapodcast@gmail.com Instagram: @carlstanleyy & @_marcusberggren Tombola Podcast klipps av Runsten Media

Primeras reacciones al cubrimiento de la muerte del Papa Francisco. Cómo se construye un personaje desde los adjetivos y su relación con la institución que representa.Sara Trejos, María Paula Martínez, Santiago Rivas, Andrés PáramoPost: Paula VillánPresunto es un show de Sillón Estudios Get bonus content on Patreon Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Sillä ne äänestysluvut saadaan nousuun. Lisäksi tämän viikon jaksossa harmitellaan, kun säätiedotukset keskittyvät liikaa Etelä-Suomeen. Keski-Suomessa puolestaan halutaan elää rauhassa, ilman helsinkiläisten jatkuvaa määräilyä. Ja isot kiitokset kaikille, jotka ovat hankkineet koirankakkapussitarran. Toimittajana Lasse Olkinuora

Det är vår och livet frodas. Lamm föds och dör. Tackor får framfall. Kycklingar adopteras av mammiga silkeshönor. Så vi pratar om det. Om nödslakt och sättning av potatis. Och om kålsådd som inte blir av. Om att det snart är dags för gurkorna och squashen och det. Sen om ganska noga om majsodling. Och om sill och nötter som beredskapsmat. Härligt avsnitt! Tack för att ni lyssnar. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Adrian går i fronten för det stora ”Sill-uppropet” så här i påsktider. Anton hyser agg mot Norge och norrmän och Adam har ätit tveksam buffelmozzarellaKontakt: kontakt@matkoma.comGå med i eftersnacksgruppen:https://www.facebook.com/groups/pratkomaeftersnackProduktionsbolag: Polpo Play ABwww.polpoplay.comVill du göra reklam i en Polpo-podd?Maila hello@polpoplay.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Ootko jäänyt jumiin unelmiin, jotka tuntuu lamauttavan kaukaisilta ja mahdottomilta?Ootko puhunut niistä jo kauan, mutta silti et ole vielä edes aloittanut?HERÄTYS!! Unelmat ei toteudu, jos et tee niille mitään.seuraa instagramissa jennyjakkila tilaa youtubekanavaEi enää odottamista, ei enää selityksiä. Aika toimia on nyt – ei huomenna, ei ensi maanantaina, ei uuden kuun kohdalla.Tämä on puhe sisäisestä urgencystä – siitä syvästä ymmärryksestä, että aika on rajallinen, ja sulla on velvollisuus itsellesi tehdä tästä elämästä merkityksellinen. Ei muiden unelmia varten, vaan sun omaa tarkoitusta varten.

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durée : 00:06:17 - Laetitia Hooghiemstra du camping Les Tournesols près de Sillé le Guillaume - Les carnets de réservations sont déjà bien remplis dans les campings de la Sarthe avant même la réouverture fin avril. Entretien avec Laëtitia Hooghiemstra du camping Les Tournesols au Grez près de Sillé-le-Guillaume

Graça e Paz! Lembrai-vos das maravilhas que fez, dos seus prodígios e dos juízos de seus lábios. Salmo 105.5 www.1ipar.com Entre em contato conosco 1iparniqueiras@gmail.com Faça nos uma visita SHA Conjunto 3 Chácara 47A, Arniqueira Brasília DF maps.app.goo.gl/iQSRtWrk9Hy6eaUT6 YouTube https://youtube.com/@primeiraigrejapresbiterian1958 Contribua Ore e ajude esta obra! Pix 40222748 000153 (CNPJ) Banco do Brasil Conta Corrente 51214-1 Agência 2901-7 Que Deus abençoe você! ¹⁶ Ибо так возлюбил Бог мир , что отдал Сына Своего Единородного , дабы всякий верующий в Него , не погиб , но имел жизнь вечную . João 3:16,17 ‹‹Çünkü Tanrı dünyayı o kadar çok sevdi ki, biricik Oğlunu verdi. Öyle ki, Ona iman edenlerin hiçbiri mahvolmasın, hepsi sonsuz yaşama kavuşsun. Tanrı, Oğlunu dünyayı yargılamak için göndermedi, dünya Onun aracılığıyla kurtulsun diye gönderdi. João 3:16,17 Sapagka't gayon na lamang ang pagsinta ng Dios sa sanglibutan, na ibinigay niya ang kaniyang bugtong na Anak, upang ang sinomang sa kaniya'y sumampalataya ay huwag mapahamak, kundi magkaroon ng buhay na walang hanggan. Sapagka't hindi sinugo ng Dios ang Anak sa sanglibutan upang hatulan ang sanglibutan; kundi upang ang sanglibutan ay maligtas sa pamamagitan niya. João 3:16,17 Paske, Bondye sitèlman renmen lèzòm li bay sèl Pitit li a pou yo. Tout moun ki va mete konfyans yo nan li p'ap pedi lavi yo. Okontrè y'a gen lavi ki p'ap janm fini an. Bondye pa voye Pitit li a sou latè pou kondannen lèzòm, men pito pou l' te kapab delivre yo. João 3:16,17 Sillä niin on Jumala maailmaa rakastanut, että hän antoi ainokaisen Poikansa, ettei yksikään, joka häneen uskoo, hukkuisi, vaan hänellä olisi iankaikkinen elämä. Sillä ei Jumala lähettänyt Poikaansa maailmaan tuomitsemaan maailmaa, vaan sitä varten, että maailma hänen kauttansa pelastuisi. João 3:16,17 Want alzo lief heeft God de wereld gehad, dat Hij Zijn eniggeboren Zoon gegeven heeft, opdat een iegelijk die in Hem gelooft, niet verderve, maar het eeuwige leven hebbe. Want God heeft Zijn Zoon niet gezonden in de wereld, opdat Hij de wereld veroordelen zou, maar opdat de wereld door Hem zou behouden worden. João 3: João 3:16,17 Ибо так возлюбил Бог мир , что отдал Сына Своего Единородного , дабы всякий верующий в Него , не погиб , но имел жизнь вечную . Ибо не послал Бог Сына Своего в мир , чтобы судить мир , но чтобы мир спасен был чрез Него . João 3:16,17 Koia ano te aroha o te Atua ki te ao, homai ana e ia tana Tama kotahi, kia kahore ai e ngaro te tangata e whakapono ana ki a ia, engari kia whiwhi ai ki te ora tonu. Kihai hoki te Atua i tono mai i tana Tama ki te ao ki te whakahe i te ao; engari kia ora ai te ao i a ia. João 3:16,17 Sepse Perëndia e deshi aq botën, sa dha Birin e tij të vetëmlindurin, që, kushdo që beson në të, të mos humbasë, por të ketë jetë të përjetshme. Sepse Perëndia nuk e dërgoi Birin e vet në botë që ta dënojë botën, por që bota të João 3:16-17 ¹⁶ เพราะวาพระเจาทรงรกโลก จนไดทรงประทานพระบตรองคเดยวของพระองค เพอทกคนทเชอในพระบตรนนจะไมพนาศ แตมชวตนรนดร ¹⁷ เพราะวาพระเจาไมไดทรงใชพระบตรของพระองคเขามาในโลกเพอจะพพากษาโลก แตเพอชวยโลกใหรอดโดยพระบตรนน João 3:16,17 ¹Так бо Бог полюбив світ, що дав Сина Свого Однородженого, щоб кожен, хто вірує в Нього, не згинув, але мав життя вічне. Бо Бог не послав Свого Сина на світ, щоб Він світ засудив, але щоб через Нього світ спасся. João 3:16,17 ¹Fiindcă atît de mult a iubit Dumnezeu lumea, că a dat pe singurul Lui Fiu, pentruca oricine crede în El, să nu piară, ci să aibă viaţa vecinică. Dumnezeu, în adevăr, n'a trimes pe Fiul Său în lume ca să judece lumea, ci ca lumea să fie mîntuită prin El. João 3:16,17

Idag har etnologen Lena Kättström Höök gästat studion! Dagen till ära, så har det såklart pratats om aprilskämt. Men hur länge har vi egentligen försökt att lura varandra den första april? Hur har massmedia skämtat med oss genom åren? Och vilka skämt har landat helt fel?

Raamattutunti 19.03.2025: Lauri Lankinen & Petrus Leppänen

Tekeekö välillä mieli kouluttaa ja rangaista ihmisiä heidän typeristä mielipiteistään?Sillä, mitä luulet sanoneesi tai tarkoittaneesi, ei ole niinkään väliä. Väliä on sillä, miten vastaanottaja viestisi kokee, ja mitä siitä seuraa.Valitsemillasi sanoilla, sävyllä ja viestintätyylillä ei myöskään ole vaikutusta vain muihin ihmisiin, vaan myös sinuun itseesi ja elämääsi.

Miehiä ei pian riitä enää joukkotuotannon tarpeisiin ja aika meinaa juosta vain miehiä koskevan asevelvollisuuden ohi. Intin täytyy siis kehittyä, mutta miten? Jutellaan käsillä olevasta ongelmasta, ja yleisestä haluttomuudesta käsitellä tätä asiaa.Inttiä ei siis käy riittävän moni mies eikä sinne hakeudu riittävän moni vapaaehtoinen nainen. Kaikkia koskeva velvollisuus myös kehittäisi suomen kriisinkestävyyttä ja nuoremmat sukupolvet haluavat tasa-arvoisemman asevelvollisuuden. Kenttäarmeijaa tai reserviä ei ole tarkoitus kasvattaa. Mikä siis auttaa tilanteeseen? Mitkä ovat kehitysehdotukset ja mitä ei ehdoteta?Näistä asioista jutellaan tässä jaksossa Kaikkien Velvollisuus -kansalaisaloitteen alullepanija Elina Riutan kanssa.Käydään myös surkeimmat kansalaispalautteet läpi!Tuu mukaan keskusteluun! Tarjolla on paljon hyvää keskustelua ja argumentteja, viedään tätä asiaa eteenpäin! Silläkin uhalla, että todetaan että muutosta ei tarvita, täytyy keskustelu silti käydä. Kehityshän loppuu tyytyväisyyteen ja aina on jotain parannettavaa! Käydäänhän fiksua keskustelua?Lue lisää kansalaisaloitteesta täältä: https://kaikkienvelvollisuus.fi/Meidän vedenkestävä Taistelijan vihko on asevelvollisen paras kaveri:https://www.varusteleka.com/fi/product/mighty-finland-modestone-taistelijanlehtio/81749Kaipaatko jeesiä kuntoiluun? Koodilla "Mighty" saat alennuksen Korpitraining treeneistä! (Ja me saadaan pieni siivu)https://korpitraining.fi?bg_ref=s3uUblSTUhMeitä maanpuolustuksen etulinjassa tukee yhteistyökumppanit:Savox - Kriittisen kommunikaation kärkiosaaja. Never Alone. - savox.comSavotta - Huikeita kantojärjestelmiä ja muita varusteita maanpuolustukseen ja ulkonaliikkumiseen - Savotta.fiVarusteleka - Reserviläisen karkkikauppa ja meidän luotettu huoltopiste jo vuosien ajan - Varusteleka.fiHaluatko mainostaa podcästissä? Lähettää palautetta? Jopa kehua? Aiheideoita? Laita yhteyskokeilu osoitteeseenInfo@mightyfinland.fi Instagram: @mighty_finland_

Kuntien rahoista jo 60 prosenttia uppoaa kouluihin ja päiväkoteihin. Vaaleissa puolueilla olisi siis parempi olla ideoita siihen, miten suomalaisnuorten oppimistulokset saadaan nousuun.Politiikan toimittajat Veera Paananen ja Milla Palkoaho kutsuvat vieraakseen suureen koulujaksoon opettajan ja tutkijan Leea Lakan. Hän istui väitöskirjaansa varten yhden lukuvuoden ajan ysiluokan takarivissä ja havainnoi, mitä siellä tapahtuu.Lakan mielestä Suomesta puuttuu ”vastuullisen jäpätyksen malli”. Sillä päästäisiin jo pitkälle, hän sanoo.

Boscobel launches $2 million-plus restoration Jennifer Carlquist will never forget the evening of April 16, when she learned a ceiling in the historic mansion at Boscobel House and Gardens had collapsed. Carlquist, its executive director and curator, has been in the museum business for 30 years, including the past 10 at Boscobel. She is used to making nighttime runs from her home to deal with routine problems such as false security alarms. This call was different. "It was beyond my worst nightmare," she said. "I could never have imagined what I saw." The collapse left the floor covered with plaster, broken period furniture, damaged antiques and debris. An investigation revealed a 1950s reconstruction flaw: The ceilings were made of concrete and, after more than 65 years (the early 19th-century mansion was moved from Montrose to Philipstown in 1955 to escape the wrecking ball), the shank nails could no longer handle the weight. The force of the collapse was so great it impacted rooms throughout the mansion. Nineteen of its 24 ceilings now need replacement, Carlquist said. And it could have been worse. "Hours before, we had a school group in that room," Carlquist said. "And their teacher, who used to work at Boscobel, was pregnant." Carlquist recalled the outpouring of support that followed. M&T Bank, Antipodean Books, Yannitelli Wine and Spirits and Foodtown provided boxes, the Appalachian Market lent a dumpster, the Desmond-Fish library shared air scrubbers and the Greater Hudson Heritage Network arranged for vacuums, supplies and volunteers. Resources were also made available by the Smithsonian Cultural Rescue Initiative, Metropolitan Museum of Art's American Wing, Greenwich Historical Society, Stair Galleries and Caramoor, she said. Reconstruction is now well underway. Carlquist estimates Phase 1 will cost about $2 million, but "that doesn't include replacing carpets, window treatments or wallpapers that were ruined. That's Phase 2," she said. A public fundraising campaign has begun and the National Trust for Historic Preservation has been approached for money. Representatives from the Department of Parks, Recreation & Historic Preservation will visit soon to advise about state grants, Carlquist said. "We have a federal grant from the National Endowment for the Arts for an exhibition that's supposed to open this fall," she said. "We're on pins and needles, hoping there isn't a disruption to funding" because of Trump administration cuts. Carlquist said the restoration is a chance to rethink the mansion, making it more accessible in part by removing some of the red ropes. For example, a second-floor room once served as living quarters for Sarah Wilkinson, an enslaved woman known as "Sill." Removing ropes there would allow visitors to enjoy views overlooking the expansive gardens. The Boscobel mansion was built by States Dyckman, a Loyalist who returned to the U.S. after fleeing during the America Revolution. He began construction in Montrose, 15 miles south, in 1806 but died that same year. Two years later his widow, Elizabeth, completed the Federal-style house, which was inspired by the symmetry of ancient Greek and Roman architecture. By the early 20th century, the home was in disrepair. In 1955, it was sold at auction for $35 (about $400 today). Just before it was to be razed, historian Benjamin West Frazier purchased the house for $10,000 ($118,000), had it dismantled and stored the pieces. Lila Acheson Wallace, a philanthropist who had co-founded Reader's Digest, financed the reconstruction in Philipstown overlooking the Hudson River, and the house opened for tours in 1961. Boscobel is located at 1601 Route 9D. The mansion is closed but the grounds are open Saturdays from 9 a.m. to 2 p.m. Admission is $14 ($7 for ages 4 to 18). Sunday will be added by April 6, Friday by April 25 and Monday by Memorial Day. Some exhibits from the house have been moved to the Visitor Center.

Det finns enormt mycket sill. Och sill är väldigt nyttigt. Ändå äter vi bara en fjärdedel av det som fiskas. Resten blir foder. Hur kan det ändras? Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radio Play. – Just nu simmar 1000 miljarder lekmogna sillar i Atlanten, säger biologen Stefan Edman.Tillsammans med historikern Tomas Andersson har han skrivit boken Sill, om fisken och dess historia och betydelse i Sverige. (Strömmingen är också en sill, även om den skiljer sig genom att vara mindre, ha färre ryggkotor och större ögon.)Ingen annan fisk har betytt så mycket för Sverige. Sillperioderna på 1100- och 1200-talen la grunden för Danmark. Sillperioder på 1500-talet, och 1700- och 1800-talet skapade enorma rikedomar. Sillen var viktigare än Ostindiska kompaniet.Varför uppstod sillperioderna? Och varför försvann de? Och finns det sillperioder nån annanstans idag?På 1960-talet var sillen en hotad art. Idag är den världens vanligaste ryggradsdjur.– Ett sillstim kan ha upp till tre miljarder individer, säger Stefan Edman.Sill är en fisk som vi kan äta mer av, utan problem. Den är därtill väldigt nyttig. Men vi äter bara 25 procent av den sill som fiskas. Resten går till djurfoder.– Och räknar man in skarpsillen så är det över 90 procent som inte blir livsmedel, säger Ingrid Undeland, professor i livsmedelsvetenskap på Chalmers i Göteborg.– Sillen har dessutom en lika lågt klimatavtryck som bönor.Ingrid Undeland har forskat på sill i över 30 år, bl a hur man kan ta tillvara mer av fisken, hur man kan ta bort de farliga ämnen som finns i strömmingen och hur man kan hindra fisken från att härskna. Risken är stor att många ätit härsken färsk sill eller strömming.Nya produkter, som färs gjord på delar av sill som idag går till foder, kan få oss att äta mer av fisken. Idag äter vi i princip bara sill på två sätt, som inlagd och som stekta strömmingsflundror.

Mieleni minun tekevi ja aivoni ajattelevi - ja siitä syntyy painavaa ja punnittua keskustelua Kulttuuriykkösen Perjantaistudioon. Viikon varrelta kuumimpia kulttuuri- ja mediailmiöitä sekä arvokysymyksiä ovat raadissa ruotimassa kriitikko Leena Virtanen, kirjailija-teologi Vehka Kurjenmiekka sekä tutkija Jori Grym. Toimittajana on Ville Talola. Ensimmäiseksi pureudutaan Liisa Vuonokari-Bomströmin väitöstutkimukseen "Itä-Karjalan sotasaalisarkisto miehityshallinnon välineenä ja Suur-Suomen rakentajana 1941–1944". Tutkimus tarkastelee suomalaisen sodanjohdon suunnitelmia Itä-Karjalan etnisen puhdistuksen ja keskitysleirien osalta. Suomessa etninen puhdistus? Keskustelussa pohditaan, miten Venäjän propagandistinen voi hyötyä itsekriittisestä nykykeskustelusta. Miten meidän tulisi käsitellä näitä historian kipeitä vaiheita? Toisessa aiheessa analysoidaan uutta Matti Nykäsestä kertovaa dokumenttia, joka julkaistiin Yle Areenassa. Dokumentti tuo esiin Nykäsen elämän karut puolet, väkivaltaisuuden, holtittomuuden ja alkoholismin. Dokumentti herättää kysymyksiä julkisuuden vaikutuksesta ja siitä, miksi Nykästä ei pysäytetty ajoissa. Mitä Nykänen ilmiönä kertoo suomalaisesta kulttuurista ja julkisuuden armottomuudesta? Millainen vastuu oli Nykäs-lööppejä janoavalla yleisöllä? Miksi konfliktiaiheista, kuten Israelin ja Gazan konflikteista, on niin haastavaa puhua? Pitäisikö journalismin ottaa kantaa enemmän vai pitäisikö välttää aktivismia? Teemu Mäki esitti kritiikkiä suomalaisia taidemuseoita kohtaan nössöydestä. Mäki syyttää museoita varovaisuudesta ja rohkeuden puutteesta provosoivien aiheiden käsittelyssä. Pitääkö taiteen olla provompaa, rohkeampaa ja kantaaottavampaa? Onko provosointi taiteen ainoa tehtävä? Tutkimuksen mukaan syntyvyyden lasku johtuu enemmän stabiilien parisuhteiden ja avioliittojen puutteesta kuin muista tekijöistä. Silläkö syntyvyys saadaan nousuun, että parisuhteet pidemmiksi ja avioliitto kunniaan?

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In this episode, I dive into the history of career of Jenna Marbles. From her beginnings at Barstool Sports to her self-cancellation and disappearance from the internet in 2020, I explore why the internet still years from Jenna Marbles. Timestamps: 00:00 Intro 1:53 Jenna's beginnings: Barstool Sports 6:31 Becoming “Jenna Marbles” & her peak 10:55 The basis of Jenna's longevity: nostalgia & accountability 16:41 Jenna's controversies & self-cancellation 24:45 Conclusion  Find our podcast YouTube channel here: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC18HclY7Tt5-1e3Z-MEP7Jg  Subscribe to our weekly Substack: https://centennialworld.substack.com/  Follow us on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/infinitescrollpodcast/  Follow Lauren on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/laurenmeisner_/  Sources: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D9dj5WjFJFU  https://www.nytimes.com/2013/04/14/fashion/jenna-marbles.html  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OYpwAtnywTk  https://web.archive.org/web/20110410113648/http://www.stoollala.com/  https://www.tubefilter.com/2015/10/27/madame-tussauds-new-york-jenna-marbles-wax-figure/  https://variety.com/2014/digital/news/youtube-pacts-with-siriusxm-for-weekly-music-radio-show-with-jenna-marbles-1201251012/  https://www.vanityfair.com/style/2022/06/david-dobrik-jeff-wittek-lawsuit-youtube-excavator-stunt-life-threatening-injuries-10-million-dollars-damages?srsltid=AfmBOoqpBC_5bUsITUyKdRaoe-fgVNvdIiwW0x2ECXxzYnFIjELvWIDt  https://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/jenna-marbles-what-happened-youtube-nicki-minaj-b2133892.html  https://www.forbes.com/sites/sethcohen/2020/06/25/apologizing-for-racist-videos-youtuber-jenna-marbles-surprise-move-teaches-an-important-lesson/?sh=2f8d79e2bc69  https://berkeleybeacon.com/a-year-without-jenna-marbles/   https://www.reddit.com/r/Jennamarbles/comments/184htge/do_you_think_jenna_wouldve_left_yt_even_if_the/  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oao_6QTCCiw 

This week I'm joined by the wonderfully talented Lydia Lafferty to talk about the upcoming production of Oscar Wilde's play "The Importance Of Being Earnest" by Oscar Wilde. The holder of a degree in drama, Lydia talks about how she fell in love with the footlights at a local drama group for kids in Tyrone, and how that led to a life-long love of the stage that will no doubt be in evidence when the play hits the boards in late March in Stockholm. We also talk about access to culture in rural Ireland, moving to Sweden and the importance of friendships in these dark winter months.

Eliza Blank built the million dollar business, The Sill, by giving people what they wanted: plants, right at their doorsteps. No more schlepping to the local store, and no more wondering how to care for your new plant baby. She wanted plants to be accessible to all, not just the Martha Stewart followers of the world. She talks to X about busting her butt to make this happen, from launching her Kickstarter to hand-delivering plants in NYC to pitching venture capitalist funders. Whether you’re a female entrepreneur yourself or just desperately trying to keep your monstera alive, Eliza has advice for you. This series was created in partnership with Flourish Ventures, an early-stage global investment firm backing mission-driven entrepreneurs and industry influencers working toward a fair financial system for all. Learn more at flourishventures.com. Stay up to date with us on Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram at @LemonadaMedia. You can find The Sill on Instagram @thesill. Joining Lemonada Premium is a great way to support our show and get bonus content. Subscribe today at bit.ly/lemonadapremium. Click this link for a list of current sponsors and discount codes for this show and all Lemonada shows: lemonadamedia.com/sponsors To follow along with a transcript, go to lemonadamedia.com/show/ shortly after the air date.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Today we are discussing the 24th Annual Polar Bear Plunge at Bath Lake in Medicine Park, Oklahoma. The Annual Polar Bear Plunge is hosted by The Park Tavern. Liquid courage is available starting at 10:00 AM. All plungers should meet at the Tavern by 1:45 PM to participate in the parade to Bath Lake that starts at 2:00 PM. Costumes, weirdness and positive vibes strongly encouraged. Spectators are welcome and the party continues after the plunge. Bring your own towel. Medicine Park began in 1908, when it was founded as Oklahoma's first resort town. The founder, John William Elmer Thomas, fell in love with every aspect of it, from the unique cobblestone deposits, to the mountains and plains that surrounded the town, to the wilderness beyond the horizon. He bought the land and began construction on what he called the “Medicine Park Summer Resort and Health Spa”, referring to the medicinal qualities of the nearby Medicine Creek. Today it has a cozy vibe and is loads of fun. Also discussed Ft. Sill, Lawton, Wichita Wildlife Refuge, LETRA, Lake Elmer Thomas, OKC, Oklahoma Turnpike Authority and OKC Thunder. Special thanks to our sponsor, Friends of Nicoma Park. Subscribe to the Only in OK Show. #Ftsill #medicinepark #lawton #polarplunge #StatePark #wichitawildliferefuge #LETRA #outdoor #travelok #Lakeelmerthomas #lake #okc #okcthunder #tulsa #oklahomaturnpike #friendsofnicomapark #onlyinokshow #Oklahoma #podcast #traveloklahoma #historic #travel #tourism

Eliza Blank turned her passion for plants into a thriving business. She believes successful houseplant care starts with understanding each plant's unique needs. By assessing your space and lifestyle, you can choose the best plants for your home. In this full episode of the Beet Podcast, Eliza and Kevin encourage people to embrace the joy of nurturing their indoor gardens by truly connecting with plants for long-term success. Learn More: 9 Ways You Should Treat Your Houseplants Differently in Winter Connect With Eliza Blank: Eliza Blank, founder of The Sill, built a successful business in the houseplant sector in 2012, after she moved to her first apartment. By tapping into her family's generational love of plants, she livened up her living space. This spurred the beginning of the Sill, a houseplant business that currently hosts 12 brick-and-mortar stores and delivers houseplants directly to customers. Today, Eliza continues to demonstrate a commitment to plants, brand building, and customer centricity.  Find more from Eliza Blank on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thesill/  Find more from Eliza Blank at The Sill: https://www.thesill.com/  Listener Exclusive: As an exclusive for our listeners, use code BEETPODCAST for 10% off your next order (one use per customer) at shop.epicgardening.com! Whether you're looking for seed-starting supplies, high-quality seeds to plant, or a raised bed or planter to start them in, we have supplies to get you growing. Support The Beet: → Shop: https://growepic.co/shop-beet → Seeds: https://growepic.co/botanicalinterests-beet Learn More: → All Our Channels: https://growepic.co/youtube-beet → Blog: https://growepic.co/blog-beet → Podcast: https://growepic.co/podcasts → Discord: https://growepic.co/discord → Instagram: https://growepic.co/insta → TikTok: https://growepic.co/tiktok → Pinterest: https://growepic.co/pinterest → Twitter: https://growepic.co/twitter → Facebook: https://growepic.co/facebook → Facebook Group: https://growepic.co/fbgroup Do You Love Epic Gardening products? Join the Epic Affiliate Program!  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Just nu kanske många fiskar efter den inlagda sillen eller strömmingen i en glasburk. Ny sort upptäckt rovströmmingen sillen, som äter annan fisk och inte bara plankton. Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radio Play. Sill och strömming är kända som planktonätande fiskar som finns i Västerhavet och i Östersjön.Slåttersill har länge fiskats i Östersjön, men nu har den också fått namnet rovströmming. På ett genetiklabb i Uppsala har forskare lyckats kartlägga slåttersillen som en ny sort, en ny ekotyp, av strömming. En strömming som är mycket större vanliga strömmingar och som äter fisk istället för plankton.Den som leder forskningen är Leif Andersson, professor vid Uppsala universitet i funktionsgenomik, alltså studier av hela genomet eller arvsmassan, inte bara enskilda gener.Reporter:Joacim Lindwalljoacim.lindwall@sr.seProducent: Lars Broströmlars.brostrom@sr.se

Tällä kertaa kartanon vieraaksi saapui IQM-kvanttitietokoneyrityksen perustaja Juha Vartiainen.  Sillä hän tietää tietää kvanteista ja kubiteista kaiken tietämisen arvoisen.  Jaksossa keskustelemme mikä on kvanttitietokone ja mitkä ovat kvanttitietokoneiden tärkeimmät käyttökohteet. Entä tulevatko kvanttitietokoneet mullistamaan maailman? Äänijulkaisun lähdeluettelo: Juha Vartiainen https://www.linkedin.com/in/vartiainen/ LUMI-supertietokone, Kajaani https://lumi-supercomputer.eu/ Herrasmieshakkerit Iinkedln:ssä: https://www.linkedin.com/company/herrasmieshakkerit/ Australian Cybersecurity Bill 2024 https://www.aph.gov.au/Parliamentary_Business/Bills_Legislation/Bills_Search_Results/Result?bId=r7250 Saksa pohtii lakimuutosta tietoturvatutkimuksen selustan suojaamiseksi https://www.scworld.com/news/legal-protections-for-security-researchers-sought-in-new-german-draft-law Evaluating Mitigations & Vulnerabilities in Chrome https://security.googleblog.com/2024/10/evaluating-mitigations-vulnerabilities.html IQM https://www.meetiqm.com/ NSA Releases Internal 1982 Lecture by Computing Pioneer Rear Admiral Grace Hopper https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_bP14OzIJWI Suomen Tietokonemuseon rahankeräys tilavuokran maksamiseen (lupa RA/2024/1852): lähetä MobilePaylla tukisummasi numeroon 18353 https://suomentietokonemuseo.fi/ Flipperin SM-kisat, finaali (stream-tallenne): https://www.youtube.com/live/gp9fhYlDHGM?si=8ta94TxGvFSb-BgN&t=27293

Spill, Sill oder Nuzzel - wer erinnert sich denn schon noch an all diese Namen? Ich jedenfalls nicht. Versuche es aber trotzdem! Wir reden über Surf, Elon möchte die Hashtags abschaffen (und wir können ihn verstehen?!), TikTok kriegt sein Eilverfahren und Dennis entdeckt die neue "Haken dran"-Rubrik. ➡️ Mit der "Haken Dran"-Community ins Gespräch kommen könnt ihr am besten im Discord: [http://hakendran.org](http://www.hakendran.org⁠)

Encuentros Paranormales Musicales - Borre nos platica historias paranormales que involucran a personas de la industria musical Mensajes Ocultos - Lolo y Meny nos traen ejemplos de mensajes ocultos en canciones, algunos aterradores, pero la mayoría simplemente absurdos. También puedes escucharnos en Youtube, Spotify, Apple Podcasts, Amazon Music o tu app de podcasts favorita. Apóyanos en Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/leyendaspodcast​ Apóyanos en YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/c/leyendaslegendarias/join Síguenos: https://instagram.com/leyendaspodcast​ https://twitter.com/leyendaspodcast​ https://facebook.com/leyendaspodcast​ #Podcast​ #LeyendasLegendarias​ #HistoriasDelMasAca Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Encuentros Paranormales Musicales - Borre nos platica historias paranormales que involucran a personas de la industria musical Mensajes Ocultos - Lolo y Meny nos traen ejemplos de mensajes ocultos en canciones, algunos aterradores, pero la mayoría simplemente absurdos. También puedes escucharnos en Youtube, Spotify, Apple Podcasts, Amazon Music o tu app de podcasts favorita. Apóyanos en Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/leyendaspodcast​ Apóyanos en YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/c/leyendaslegendarias/join Síguenos: https://instagram.com/leyendaspodcast​ https://twitter.com/leyendaspodcast​ https://facebook.com/leyendaspodcast​ #Podcast​ #LeyendasLegendarias​ #HistoriasDelMasAca Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The road to recovery.by senor longo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.I was in the hospital for a week. I shuddered when the doctor showed me the x-rays of my knee. It had been fractured into seven pieces. The ligaments were all torn to shreds and the upper end of the shin bone; the tibia; were also shattered. I had received an artificial patella; the kneecap; and the ligaments were all reattached. That was why I was in traction; to prevent the ligaments from shrinking. The hardest part of the surgery was the removal of all the tiny bone chips; more than thirty of them. Had they remained in my knee I'd feel terrible pain whenever I walked.Rose brought all my books and assignments to the hospital for me. She was driving the truck; I had no idea she could even drive a manual transmission. My parents came almost every night as did my future in-laws, but the constant in my life was Rose. It was late one evening after all my visitors had gone that Rose got that gleam in her eyes. She pulled the screen around the bed, lowered the blankets and pulled out my cock. “Don't Rose; I'm sure it's dirty. They don't wash me there.”“If you think that'll stop me you have a lot to learn. Now lie back and enjoy.” I was hard in seconds; I had missed our nightly forays into the wonderful world of sex and I had missed cumming at least once every single day. More than that I had missed the intimacy with Rose; holding and caressing her, hearing her scream in ecstasy. Her mouth was on me in a second; her tongue showed me just how much she had missed me. I came in an embarrassingly short time. Rose sucked it all into her throat then cleaned my cock and balls with her tongue. She covered me and pulled the screen back. We were both surprised to see one of the nurses standing there with a huge smile on her face.“You weren't the first and you won't be the last. I was young once, too. I'm so glad you have each other. You're obviously very much in love.” She took my temperature and checked my bandages before leaving. “The swelling is down quite a bit so I think they'll put your cast on tomorrow. Then you'll be able to get out of bed and walk. I'm sure you'll enjoy using the bathroom instead of the bedpan. Okay, I'll be back in an hour with your nightly medications.” She turned and left. I was embarrassed that we'd been discovered, but Rose just took it in stride.I was taken by gurney to another room the following morning. Three orderlies had to lift me from the bed, one carefully handling my leg. They used the same procedure to lay me onto an exam table. The orthopedic surgeon entered a minute later, checking what I assumed was my chart. “You're coming along very well, much better than anticipated. You'll be able to walk now with crutches, but I'll still want you to keep the weight off your leg. You'll be able to return to school in another week, but promise me that you'll take it easy. I suggest you get a friend to help you with your books.You won't be able to carry them while you're using the crutches. Okay, let's get this cast on you.” My leg was wrapped in gauze and cotton padding from just below my crotch all the way to my toes before the plaster bandages were wrapped around, making a strong protective case over virtually my entire leg.“You must try to keep this dry for the next two months. Then I'll want to remove it so I can check your progress. We may be able then to put on something lighter. Sorry, but it'll be sponge baths for you until this comes off.” He adjusted the crutches to fit me and assisted me down the hallway to my room. I sat in a chair for the very first time in almost a week. I'd never take that for granted again. I was sitting there when Rose rushed in from school. She was always at the hospital fifteen minutes after dismissal.Rose ran across the room to kneel by my side. She held my face to hers. She was crying when she moved back. “Don't cry, Rose.” I wiped the tears from her face with my lips as I kissed her over and over. “I don't want you to cry for me, Rose. I'm going to get better and we're going to be fine. I won't be able to play football, but that's okay. I only had another seven games, anyway. Then I'd probably never play again.”“You might play with our children.”I grinned. “Planning ahead, eh? I think I'll still be able to handle that, maybe even a little basketball or baseball; just so long as I don't have to roller skate. I tend to fall a lot.”“Oh; Paul, how can you joke about this? I've been so worried about you.”“What's the alternative, Rose? Should I sit around feeling sorry about everything that's happened? I'd rather look forward to being with and loving you.”“You're right, of course, Paul. We can't change what's happened, but we can change what's going to happen. I'm going to be closer to you now than your own skin.” She hugged me and I felt that nothing had ever felt better. We talked about school, our friends and families. I asked her how Uncle Carl was feeling about our relationship.“Believe it or not, he's much better about it since your injury even though he knows I'm going to stay with you.”“What do you mean; stay with me?”“Oh, didn't I explain? Your dad's office is being converted into a temporary bedroom for you; and me. I'll be there every day to help you get dressed and undressed and to wash you and help you to the toilet.”“The toilet?”“Yes, the toilet; I've already discussed it with your doctor. You'll probably be able to stand and pee, but he doesn't think you'll be able to get up from the toilet if you have to poop.”I couldn't resist a giggle. “Poop?”“Yes; poop! And don't be surprised if I have to wipe you. I'm going to wash you. If I don't, your mother will have to do it. Who would you prefer?”“You, but I'll really look forward to a shower.”“Me, too; I also talked to the doctor about that; no solo showers for a couple of weeks once the cast is off. He says your leg will be weak for a few weeks. By then you won't want to have one by yourself.”“Hell, I don't want one without you now. I just never thought we'd be showering together; not for quite a while, anyway.”The banter continued for another half hour until I began to yawn. Rose helped me up and into bed. She covered me, kissed me, and told me to sleep. She didn't have to; I was asleep in seconds. I wasn't used to the strain of being vertical with my leg yet. I was also still flushing the narcotics they'd used for pain relief from my body.Rose was still there when I awoke around nine. “What are you eating, Rose? I don't want you to get sick at my expense.”“Don't worry I'm eating more than enough. I have a sandwich after school every day and I usually grab a snack while you're sleeping. See; here's my candy bar in my purse. Okay, now?”I held my hand out for her. She took it and I pulled her to me. Her lips met mine; my tongue met hers. It was our first romantic kiss in almost a week. We held it for what seemed like forever only to be interrupted once again by the nurse. Rose told me about the arrangements tomorrow to take me home. She'd go to school for the morning, but be here at the hospital by noon for my discharge and to drive me home. I couldn't wait.I donned the tee-shirt that Rose had bought me yesterday, but I needed help with the underwear and shorts. I was thankful that a male orderly was selected for the job. I stepped into the single sandal and hobbled forward on my crutches into the wheelchair. My leg was elevated and I bid farewell to my room, praying I'd never see it again. We went down in the elevator and out to the lobby. Rose stood by the truck door. I'd never been so happy to see her. She helped me up to the seat and threw my crutches into the truck's bed. The nurse handed me my books and we were off.“I never knew you could drive a stick.”“I couldn't, but Uncle Stan taught me. It was quite a challenge, believe me. I must have grinded the gears a hundred times before I figured it out. I'm doing a lot better now. You can relax.” She let her foot off the clutch and off we went. I was surprised at how well she was doing. I did relax; all the way home.Mom was there to help me from the car. I managed the walk to the front porch easily, but was stymied by the steps. I didn't know how to proceed until Rose helped me once again. “Put your good leg up first then pull the crutches and bad leg up after. Repeat for each step.”“Let me guess; the doctor told you.” Rose just smiled and laughed. Then she helped me up the stairs. Mom and Rose were by my side all the way into the living room. I eased my way into the couch. Rose lifted my leg onto a hassock then she brought me a Coke. She delivered it with a kiss. Mom laughed. It was good to be home. I was sitting there resting when Mary ran in from school. She hugged me, but carefully. “Don't worry, kiddo; I'm not made of glass.”She hugged me again and whispered into my ear, “I need to talk with you later. Okay? It's private.” I nodded and she ran into the kitchen. I wondered if I'd ever run again. I struggled to get up, understanding what Rose had said about the toilet. She scolded me for trying to get up by myself as she led me to my new temporary quarters.Dad's study had been rearranged. The arm chairs had been moved to the garage as had the table and the large world globe. A double bed had been moved in and made with sheets, a blanket, and four pillows. “Four pillows,” I asked.“Yes; three for you and one for me; you'll be sleeping on your back and the doctor wants your leg elevated. We also think you'll need a few pillows for sitting up in bed.”“How many will we need when we make love? We've never done it in a real bed, you know?”“Well, under ordinary circumstances I'd say that I'd be your pillow, but for a while I think you'll have to be mine. Of course, we'll have to be home alone to actually make love. I'm afraid I'd scare the living daylights out of your family.”I hugged her to me and asked her to bring Mary in. “She wants to speak with me privately, Rose. I don't know what it's about. Do you mind?” Of course, she agreed, closing the door a few minutes later.I looked at my sister closely, probably for the first time in years. I could see her blossoming sexuality in the formation of her breasts and hips. “Okay, kiddo, what's up?”She sat on the bed, looked up anxiously, and asked me, “Paul; how do you know you're in love?” Wow, what a question.“I don't know what to tell you, Mary, except that when the time comes you'll know. There's no billboard in the sky or little voice in your head that tells you. I wouldn't worry about it for a few years. You're still pretty young to worry about that.”“Okay then, can you teach me how to kiss?” Oh God, what a welcome home!“Okay, Mary obviously I'm not going to demonstrate on you so why don't you ask Rose to join us?” She did a minute later. I motioned her to sit next to me. “Mary wants to know how to kiss so I think we need to demonstrate.” Rose's eyes lit up. We moved Mary to the other side of the bed where she'd have a good view as I leaned forward and Rose met me. We kissed for almost a minute while Mary looked on. I continued my explanation when Rose was willing to release me. “See how loose and flexible Rose's mouth is?” I demonstrated by working Rose's jaw much to the amusement of Rose and Mary both. “You need to keep your mouth open.” So, of course, Rose opened up so far that a cantaloupe could fit easily. Mary and I laughed, exactly as Rose had intended. “And, you'll want to use your tongue.”“Even I know that!” I hugged Mary as we all had a good laugh. Then I got serious again.“Is all this for anyone we know? Don't worry, we won't say anything and we won't tease you either.”Mary's head went down as she blushed deeply. “Eric,” she whispered.I hugged her again. “I like Eric. I think he'd be great for you, but don't be discouraged if it doesn't work out. You're both very young and things can change. Does Eric know how you feel?”Once again the head went down. “Yes, he tried to kiss me last time we went to visit you in the hospital. I didn't; not because I didn't want to; but because I didn't know what to do.”I looked to Rose. I knew what I'd do, but I wanted her opinion. “If I were you, Mary I'd kiss him the next time you have an opportunity which I think might be tonight. Mom and Eric are coming to dinner. Maybe we can get you outside; alone.” Mary hugged Rose and, then me, and we were alone again.Aunt Celia and Eric came at 5:30 and they brought dinner; two large pizzas, one sausage with extra cheese, and the other a “kitchen sink” with sausage, pepperoni, onion, green pepper, black olives, and mushroom. I opted for my favorite; the sausage. Rose and I ate at the living room coffee table where I could stretch out my leg. Eric and Mary also sat with us, but on the floor, their drinks on the table with ours. The parents sat in the kitchen. I “asked” Mary and Eric if they would please take the empty pizza boxes and paper plates out to the trash cans in the back yard. Mary winked at me when she left. I knew the job should take two minutes or less from prior experience. They were gone more than ten. Rose and I were silent when they returned. Mary winked again. Rose and I couldn't resist laughing. I stifled it by kissing her which silenced both of us.I was home three nights when Mom told us, “We're going out a bit to play some miniature golf. We'll be gone at least an hour. In fact, we'll phone you at least ten minutes before we come home.” I knew immediately what was up; my dad hated miniature golf and I knew they'd never go out on a Wednesday; a school night. Rose closed and locked the door and helped me into the shower for my sponge bath. She showered once I was done. It was a quick one for both of us. We were barely dry when we tumbled into bed. Rose was all over me in a second. Her lips found mine and her breasts rubbed all over my chest.We'd slept together in the same bed Monday and Tuesday nights and we'd been naked. Rose had sucked me off Monday and I'd reciprocated with her sitting on my face, but we had wanted to make love in the worst way. My hands found those delectable nipples, and her hot wet cunt.Meanwhile, my cock felt like it had never been harder or thicker. It was so hard it actually hurt. Rose lifted her body over mine, taking care to avoid contact with my cast. A moment later I watched with interest as I disappeared into her slender body. Dear God, I had wanted this so badly and, apparently, so did Rose.Her eyes glassed over almost immediately as she crushed her muff into me. I gripped her ass, feeling the tiny tremors running through her body almost immediately. I drove into her as best I could considering my infirmity. Thank God I had cum just two days ago, otherwise I'd probably cum in an instant from her frenetic motions on my cock. I knew that Rose was somewhere else; somewhere few women would ever find; when she suddenly froze. I saw and felt the massive convulsions race through her body and I heard her unearthly scream that went on and on. She continued to ride me for several minutes as I emptied into her, until we fell quiet, barely moving. Only our slow breathing showed that we were actually alive.Rose looked up about five minutes later. “I love your mother and I love you.” I pulled her to me for a long lingering kiss as my softened meat fell out of her. Rose pulled me up and back to the shower. I stood with only my good leg inside because the floor was now wet as she washed me again. I stepped out so she could step in. Semen ran down her legs. We dressed and were back in the living room by the time Mom phoned, acting as though nothing had happened once they returned even though everyone knew different. We were dressed in our pajamas; a tee-shirt and gym shorts for me, one of my tee-shirts and a pair of pink short shorts for Rose. We only wore them while in my family's company. In bed we were always naked.CHAPTER 7I learned very early why the doctor wanted me to stay home for a week before returning to school. Getting around on one leg could be exhausting. I had a lot of adjusting to do; I practiced walking up and down stairs several times every day. Port Jefferson High School was three stories high with no elevator. It was a very old building.Rose continued to bring my assignments home every day. I wanted to spend my afternoons and evenings with her, but I also knew how important it was for her to do her work. I always joined her at the dining room table to do homework even though I could just as easily do it during the day.Rose and I were seated on the couch Saturday morning when the doorbell rang. It was Mr. Gentile and Mr. Cosgrove, the club president. Suddenly, I saw my full scholarship disappearing down the drain. However, that was not the case. They had come just to see how I was doing. We sat and spoke for more than an hour. I introduced Rose as my fiancé which pleased both her and my mother. I decided we needed to go out one afternoon next week.I never did know why Uncle Carl allowed Rose to stay with me while I recovered, but I was glad he did. Despite all our kidding about my “pooping” I found the very first time that my stiff leg made it impossible for me to reach the toilet tissue. I was so frustrated when I called for Rose. Not surprisingly she was waiting for me right outside the door. She helped me to stand then wiped my ass until I was clean. Then she helped me pull my briefs and shorts up my legs, fastening them around my waist. She kissed me and helped me out the door as though what she had done was an everyday occurrence. Actually, it would become an everyday occurrence until I'd get rid of this damned cast.Monday morning we were up early. I took a long time to dress, even longer than Rose who had to do her hair and minimal make-up in addition to helping me. We were off to pick up Eric before driving to school. Arrangements had been made for me to enter through the gym so I wouldn't have to struggle up the seventeen steps that led to the front entrance. I waited for Rose to park the truck and we walked to the main office where I turned in my illness excuse note. I was offered a library aide to carry my books, but I turned around to show my knapsack on my back. I kissed Rose good-bye and walked to my locker. I hadn't gone even fifty feet when I ran into trouble in the person of Ryan. “Ha ha. Look at you now. I'm going to find Rose and I'm going to squeeze those nice titties of hers until she cries and there's nothing you can do about it.”I hobbled right up to him and dropped my crutches to the floor. Ryan hit the floor only a second later, the result of my fist colliding with his nose. “Get up, you bastard. If you think I need two legs to beat a piece of crap like you; .” I felt two hands on my shoulders. Turning I saw my buddies Elmer Morris and Eli Strand. I became an athlete through hard work and hustle. Elmer and Eli worked hard, but they also had real athletic ability. They lived here in Port Jefferson in what would best be described as the Negro section of town. Elmer was a six feet, two inch 185 pound speedster who starred in basketball and baseball, as well. Eli was six feet, three inches and 245 pounds; a tackle in football as well as a star in basketball and baseball, too. We had been great friends ever since ninth grade. I'd been to each of their homes and they'd been to mine. My crutches were returned to me and Eli spoke quietly, “Listen, asshole, if you touch Rose or any other girl like that you're going to wish you were dead.” He was never able to say another word. We were interrupted by the principal, Mr. Vanderhoff.He took Ryan and me to the office with Elmer and Eli coming along as “witnesses.” Ryan denied saying anything, but it was three against one with Eli and Elmer backing my story. “I'd probably suspend you, Paul except that I doubt I'd accept that kind of talk about my girlfriend.”“It's actually worse than that, Mr. V; Rose is my fiancé. We'll be married at the end of the year.”Ryan rarely knew when to keep his big yap shut and today was no different. “You're not taking the word of them over me; the word of those Negroes over that of a white person.” I looked at him with a hatred I never knew I could have, but it was nothing compared to the look on Eli's and Elmer's faces. Mr. V admonished him, but I knew he was in BIG trouble now. Eli and Elmer were dismissed while Mr. V warned Ryan and me. He wanted us to shake hands, but I refused. “You can suspend me or give me detention, but you can't make me shake hands with him. Don't worry; I won't hit him again if he only keeps his big trap shut.” I was given time to go to my locker before struggling up to the second floor for my English class.One of the students graciously vacated his seat in the front of the room so I could have room for my leg. I was glad to be back in school again where I could interact with my teachers and the other students. I'd also see Rose at various times during the day, too. I had just reached the end of the lunch line and was wondering how I was going to get my tray to a table when Rose walked up and took it from me. She led me to her table where I sat with her, her friend Heather, and Eli and Elmer. I knew why they were sitting here; they wanted responsible witnesses. I understood even better when Ryan walked across the hall into the lavatory. A ninth grader was following him, but he was pulled back by one of the linemen on the team. Four big players went in after Ryan; two whites and two Negroes. A fifth stood guard while Ryan was pummeled inside. Five minutes later the four walked out, paper towels drying their hands. Ryan hadn't shown himself by the time we left for our next class. When we saw him at the close of school he was missing several teeth. Of course, we had seen nothing.The following afternoon I asked Rose to drive into downtown Port Jefferson almost to the harbor where we left the truck and walked into Mr. Cosgrove's jewelry store. We were there to buy a ring. I had given my dad a check over the weekend and he'd cashed it yesterday. Mr. Cosgrove welcomed us and showed us several rings within my budget, promising us a twenty percent discount. We walked out with a simple solitaire of a half carat in a thin gold band. Rose loved her ring; I already knew that she loved me.We went home and Rose showed Mom the ring. “I think we'll have to go out again tonight, Paul. I'm sure we'll be gone at least an hour.” Once again, Rose bathed me, dried me, and fucked my lights out, screaming into the night. She was nothing less than incredible.The days and weeks flew by and finally it was time for my cast to be removed. The doctor sawed through the plaster and removed the padding and gauze. I was appalled when I saw my leg. It was filthy; covered with dirt and dead skin. Worse, my muscles had atrophied from lack of use. My leg was cleaned and my knee x-rayed. The doctor had good news for me; I could wear a brace in lieu of another cast. I was overjoyed! I'd still need a month or more of physical therapy, but I would be walking by Christmas and driving, too. Best of all, I'd be able to wipe my own ass now.I worked even harder now. I was all caught up with my class work and attended physical therapy every afternoon after school. I was exhausted by the time Rose drove me home. I enjoyed taking a shower again and taking it with Rose made it all the sweeter. I needed her to help support me, but the way she did it; well, it was fantastic. She pressed her lush body up against mine, pushing those D-cup breasts with their firm nipples into my chest and back while her arms encircled my body. I'd tell Ryan all about it, but he'd left school and never returned. We'd heard that he had a broken nose and two broken ribs, among other injuries in addition to the dental problems we'd seen earlier. More than a hundred students were questioned by the school authorities, but no one saw anything, not even Ryan. He had just stepped up to a urinal when the lights went out. He was grabbed by big hands, punched and kicked. His head was forced into the urinal and it was flushed. Personally, I was sorry he wasn't using the toilet.Christmas was wonderful that year. My physical therapy had come along well and I was able to walk on my own at last. I still needed the brace, but only for safety. Another month would put it behind me. My muscles had responded to all the therapy and had grown back to almost normal. Rose still lived with me even though I'd moved back upstairs. The double bed was moved into my room and the furniture originally in Dad's study was returned. I stored some of my clothes in the attic so Rose could keep some in my closet and dresser. We were like a happily married couple although we weren't quite married yet.Aunt Celia, Mom, and Rose started preparations for our wedding right after the New Year. St. Anthony's was reserved for the final Saturday in June. St. George's County Club would cater the reception. Now they began the search for a dress in earnest. I asked Rose about it several times, but she refused to say a word. I selected Brian as my Best Man, with Eric, Eli, and Elmer as ushers. Rose asked Heather to be Maid of Honor with Mary and two other friends I barely knew as bridesmaids.It was June before we knew it. In other years I had always looked forward to the annual athletic banquet. I knew I hadn't earned a letter this year so I was surprised when I received an invitation. Rose took the truck home that afternoon and she was shocked when she returned; she had been invited, too.The banquet always takes place on the first Wednesday of the month, long before we had to study for our finals and Regents exams. Rose and I drove to the school that night where we were welcomed by our friends, all of whom knew about our impending wedding. The cafeteria was decorated nicely as usual as we found our seats. We sat with Eli, Elmer, Brian, and a few other football players. The award presentations began after dinner. I wasn't at all surprised to learn that Elmer was selected as the Football and Basketball MVP. Eli was Baseball MVP. I sat and applauded when my friends were called to receive their letterman's sweaters. The program was almost over and we still had no idea why we were there. Principal Vanderhoff stepped to the podium. “As many of you know, our ex-coach John Cappy fought a valiant battle against cancer before passing three years ago. He was one of the finest men I've ever known and he was certainly one of the most courageous. The Board of Education has decided to honor him with the John Cappy Memorial Trophy to be awarded to the school's most courageous athlete. Our first recipient is Paul Lockwood. I know I don't have to tell you about his courage or determination.”I was stunned. I was still filtering the announcement when everyone present stood to applaud. I was so weak-kneed when Rose pulled me to my feet. She tried to push me forward, but I clasped her hand and whispered, “Please come with me, Rose.” She really had no choice; I wasn't about to release her. I shook hands with the principal, my coach, and the athletic director while it was explained that the huge trophy would be placed in the showcase at the main entry. My name had already been engraved on a small silver rectangle screwed into the base. I received a small wooden plaque as a remembrance and stepped up to the podium.“Well; this was totally unexpected. You can see just how courageous I am; I needed Rose to be here with me for moral support. Actually, I doubt that I'd even be able to be here if not for Rose. She stayed with me every day and night in the hospital and then at home, too. Since we'll be married in about two and a half weeks I'm going to skip over all the things of a personal nature that she did for me. She drove me to school and to therapy every day and she was there every weekend to help me, too. Honestly, I think the award should go to her.” I stepped back and Mr. V stepped up to the microphone again.“It's good that Rose is here with you Paul, because we have a plaque for her, too. We agree that she has gone more than the extra mile for you. We have decided to recognize Rose her as our “Most Dedicated Fan.” I couldn't help myself; I hugged her right there in front of almost three hundred students, teachers, and parents. Not a single person laughed; they all applauded. I stepped back so Rose could speak.“Thanks.” She retreated, took my hand, and we walked back to our table. Everyone wanted to see our plaques. You'd have thought I'd been named All-America. The event broke up a few minutes later and I drove Rose home. We were elated when we walked in the door.I had to study for Regents Exams in Calculus, Physics, and Spanish 4. Rose had Geometry, World History, and Chemistry. Of course, we had other final exams, too. It was a busy time for both of us right up until the last week when things came to a screeching halt. The last few days of school were used for teachers to grade exams so we weren't either expected or wanted to be there. Rose wanted to go to the beach; I was reluctant. Finally, Rose sat with me and calmed me. “Paul, you have an ugly scar on your leg. It wasn't your fault or your responsibility. The fault belongs to a vile person, not you. How many times have I seen it? Hundreds, at least; have I ever fainted? Put on your suit and a shirt. I'll change and we'll go to the deli for some sandwiches and Cokes.”She led me upstairs to my; our; room and we stripped. Rose helped me with my suit; I still couldn't bend my knee enough unless I was very deliberate and slow. Ten minutes later we were out the door with Mary en route to pick up Eric. I drove with Rose squeezed in next to me. Mary sat on Eric's lap. Half an hour later I drove down Sill's Gully. The beach was still deserted when I placed the blanket onto the pebbles.Rose ran her hand over my rough knee, her fingers feeling the indentations from each of the hundred stitches not even neatly arranged in two almost parallel lines that were still visible on my puckered skin. My knee was ugly; that was the simple truth of it. It was ugly and deformed and it barely worked. I could walk fairly easily, but I still couldn't run. The only positive was that my leg's muscles had responded to the months of therapy and were back to normal. Now if I could only bend my knee all the way. I had flexibility exercises I did every day, but the progress was exceedingly slow.I lay back on the blanket with Rose lying on top of me. Our sexuality was an open secret as was Mary and Eric's. She embraced him much as Rose did me. Soon we began to make out, Rose once again expressing her love for me physically, just as she did virtually every night. We had tried to control our lust for each other, but our love was too strong. One night way back in February we found our way to making love; to fucking each other until we couldn't move. Our orgasms were punctuated by Rose's scream. Mom laughed like crazy the following morning and when Rose blushed she pulled her close for a hug and kiss.“Never apologize for being so orgasmic, Rose. Most women would kill for that. Be proud of what your body can do for you, but please; do it earlier in the evening so we can sleep.” We all laughed like crazy, even Rose and especially Mary.To be continued in part 5. by senor longo for Sex Stories.

Happy Thanksgiving and welcome to another edition of the Flavors of Northwest Arkansas podcast. Appreciate you being here. Today, we catch up with Julie Sill. You know her from owning and operating a few legendary Dickson Street spots from back in the day, Common Grounds and the Hog Haus Brewery in Fayetteville. She's back and opening a new spot. More on that in a second. A few quick things first. If you're in need of a free Thanksgiving meal on Thursday, I've posted a list of places that are serving them on Instagram and Facebook. Just look for the Flavors of Northwest Arkansas. Secondly, some very important dates were announced yesterday (Tuesday, November 26th) for any and all beer nerds out there. The good folks at the Ozark Beer Company announced that they'll be releasing their vaunted BDCS during the last week of the year! For those that don't know, that is the Bourbon Double Cream Stout. People come in from out of state for this release. It's been rated World Class by Beer Advocate, it's and it's right here in our own back yard! We'll get a history lesson on it from Lacie Bray and Marty Shutter of Ozark Beer Company. Hear what you'll be able to get and when! By the way, if you want to hear the Ozark Beer podcast, scroll back to April 17th. It has some great stories! Also, head to Ozark Beer Company's social media to see the message from owners Lacie and Andy about the release. Now. Back to the Feral Pig... Julie Sill came to the UofA on a soccer scholarship. A knee injury ended her soccer career, and she needed to figure out what to do next. While she was doing that, she waited tables. She worked her way up. She found a correlation between the restaurant business and soccer, and that's what sucked her in. She'll tell you what that is. She worked her way into management and was soon running a restaurant for someone else. It didn't take long before she had her own restaurant at the age of 21! She'll tell that story and how she got Common Grounds off the ground. Later, she'd own and run the Hog Haus Brewery and wait until you hear the sweetheart deal that she got! Health would force her to get out of the business and head home to Maryland, but Fayetteville pulled her back, and now she's launching a new spot. Sidenote- there are a few spots in here where adult language is used, so beware! We'll hear from Julie Sill, next here on the Flavors of Northwest Arkansas.    

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Paul Loves Rose: Part 1Paul loves Rose. Rose loves Paul. Problem is they're cousins; or are they?by senor longo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.Introduction:This story takes place in the 1960's in rural Long Island, NY. It's the story of two “relatives” who become a lot more than friends. NOTE: Some of the terms used would be politically incorrect today, but were appropriate then. Paul is a popular student who gets all the pussy he can handle. He knows though that a much slower approach is needed with his naïve "cousin" Rose.CHAPTER 1It had been a long hard day made even longer and harder when my mower ran out of gas. Now I'd be late to the dance. There weren't many at the nearby church so they were pretty special. I had rushed through my dinner, much to the annoyance of my mother, and ran upstairs into the shower. Five minutes later I was dressing in my navy blazer, a white button-down shirt, striped tie, and grey flannel slacks. A quick combing and my hair was as ready as it was going to be. I kissed Mom, waved to Dad, and was out the door to my truck. Twenty minutes later I was searching in vain for a parking spot. Finally, after another ten minutes I found one; across the street and a block away. I walked hurriedly back to the large brick building.It appeared that I had arrived just in time. Rose was backed up against a wall as some bruiser who looked to be about ten years older was peering down her dress. I could see the terror in her eyes. Rose and I are the same age; eighteen; but she's really naïve. She should be a junior like me, but she's only a freshman. She's not stupid, on the contrary. She was terribly sick for more than a year and a half when she was eight and nine so she missed two whole years of school. She's better now, thank God. Now, all I have to do is rescue her.I walked up with a huge smile on my face, stepping right between the gorilla and Rose. “Hi, hun; sorry I'm late.” I kissed her cheek as I took her hand. “C'mon, let's dance.” I pulled her away before her erstwhile suitor could react. He may have been twice my size, but I'd bet I had twice the IQ. I wrapped my arms around Rose and pulled her close, wondering if she'd say anything about the proximity of our bodies; she did.“Kind of close for cousins, Paul; wouldn't you say?” Rose raised an eyebrow.“Yeah, but; we're actually not quite cousins.” I clarified.“What does that mean; not quite cousins?”“Essentially, we're not cousins. We're not related. Care to have me explain?”“Yes, I'm confused.” Rose said with a bewildered look. Confused was good. She hadn't moved that luscious body with its big round breasts and that sweet firm ass away from the straining erection that was pointing down my left leg.“Okay; let's go back a few years. I've always called your mom ‘Aunt Celia' and you've always called mine ‘Aunt Martha,' okay, so far?” She nodded. “I call your dad ‘Uncle Carl' and you call mine ‘Uncle Stan.” If we're related how come we've never seen each other at family gatherings?To be real cousins one of your parents and one of my parents would have to be siblings; you know, like brothers or sisters; but you're never at any of our family functions and I've never been to any of yours. I asked my mom about it last year.”“Okay; so what did she say?”“She said that she and your mom grew up next door to each other in Queens and were best friends all through school. They were so close that when they married and had kids it was natural to have them call each other aunt and uncle, especially when our dads got jobs at the Lab.”“I don't believe it.”“Okay, how about a bet?” The music had stopped, but we were still dancing. I loved it. “If I'm right I'll pick you up next Friday night at seven for a date; a movie and ice cream after.”“And if I'm right?”“I'll pick you up at seven next Friday night, but not for a date. We'll do whatever you want instead.” She leaned back a bit and held her hand out to shake. I kissed her cheek instead.“Oh, thanks for the rescue. He was getting pretty obnoxious.”“I noticed. It was the least I could do for my girlfriend.” She laughed then realized we were the only ones dancing and walked off the floor with me following closely behind.I had always loved Rose, even back to when we were both six. That was when we moved into the same neighborhood; my family from Oak Ridge, Tennessee and theirs from Alamogordo, New Mexico. My dad and hers had taken jobs at the Brookhaven National Lab in nearby Upton out in rural Suffolk County, Long Island. It was a real reunion for our moms and the first time our families had met. Rose and I hit it off right away, especially because she was a real tomboy. She could actually pass, catch, and kick a football better than I could until I made it to junior high and was almost as good at baseball and basketball, too. By then she'd been sick and held back. I still saw her every day in school. Our small community had a K thru 8 school. In ninth grade we all went to Port Jefferson High about twenty miles away.Back then it was a familial love; the kind one has for a brother or sister, or even a cousin; but over the years it had grown in a different direction. I'd kept it a secret for several years, but; no longer. As time passed we'd both grown into young adults. I was now 6 feet, 2 inches weighing an even 200 pounds. I played football; linebacker and fullback; and baseball; center field; on the Port Jeff varsity until my lawn mowing business took precedence in the spring. I had a muscular build, my body developed by years of lifting weights and working out in our basement. I worked almost every day during the summer mowing lawns and doing yard work. I had twenty lawns that I mowed weekly at seven dollars each. Most of my clients rounded up to an even ten for a much appreciated tip. I earned between $150 and $200 a week which was pretty decent money at the time. I was saving for college even though I was hoping for some kind of scholarship.Rose had also grown up; into a beautiful young woman. Rose stood 5 feet, 8 inches, and if I had to guess; maybe, 115 pounds. She had a gorgeous body, the kind that made my classmates drool. Only my threats of a severe beating had saved her from being pawed repeatedly. I knew she had never been on even a single date. Her illness had made her extremely shy and her parents were overly protective. She was fine with me, but most other guys terrified her. Rose had the kind of black hair that looked reddish under certain kinds of light. She wore it short, exposing her slender graceful neck. Rose had the most delightful brown eyes and a cute slender nose over full sensual lips.We had a great time at the dance, probably dancing more than sixty percent of the fast ones and all the slow ones. I especially loved the slow ones. I thought that Rose had already figured out that we weren't real cousins; she moved really close to my body. I was sure she could feel my thick erection, but she never pushed away. We left at eleven, driving to the local soda fountain where I treated to banana splits. Rose had hers with three flavors I wouldn't ever consider. Me; I loved every flavor of ice cream so long as it was chocolate. We joined another couple from school and had a wonderful time. We left at 11:45 so I could get her home by midnight.I parked the truck and walked her to the door. “Want to come in, Paul?” Rose offered.“Thanks, Rose, but I have a really busy day tomorrow. Mr. Eaton is putting in a stone wall and I'm helping him. He promised me $50 for the day so I have to be ready to work. Good night, Rose. I had a great time.” I leaned in to kiss her cheek, but she turned her head at the last second. My lips touched hers briefly. It was like a bolt of lightning passed between us. She noticed it, too. Her eyes showed her shock. I waited until she was inside before driving the five blocks to our house.Once in the house Rose walked into the living room to speak with her mother. Her dad always went to bed at eleven; her younger brother Eric was always in bed and sound asleep by ten. “Mom, can I ask you something?”“Of course, Rose; how was the dance?”“Oh, it was wonderful.” Rose said with a dreamy happiness. “Paul rescued me from some big guy who was getting nasty with me. He pretended he was my boyfriend. ““Oh, good for him!” Mom was relieved. “Paul's always looked out for you.”“Oh, mom; while we were dancing he told me that we weren't really cousins. Is that true, Mom?”“It is true that our families are not related by blood, but Martha and I are closer than most sisters are. We might as well be related.”“Okay; so; then; we're not really cousins, at all; are we?”“No, even though you might as well be.”“Then I should tell you that I have a date Friday night.”“Oh? Who with?” Mom asked while yawning.“With Paul, Mom. We had a bet and I lost, but I'm kind of glad. Does that make any sense?”Her mom smiled then responded, “Yes, dear; it does. Now let's get to bed, shall we?”CHAPTER 2: Paul's MorningMy parents were both in bed when I got home so my usual inquisition took place at breakfast the following morning. I told them I'd had a wonderful time and that I had a date Friday night. “Do we know her, Paul,” my mother asked.“Yes, Mom it's with Rose.” I went on to tell about the bet. I could see my mother thinking as I spoke.“I hope you plan to be a gentleman, Paul. I don't want to see her hurt in any way.”“Yes, Mom, you know I will and I'd never hurt Rose. You know I love her.” She did, but not in the way I meant. I excused myself and ran out the door, looking forward to a hard day's work. Mom didn't like me skipping church, but knew it was for a good reason.I saw Rose on Monday morning when I picked her up for the ride to school. It was better than waiting for the bus and a lot quicker, too. She seemed unusually happy this morning. She spilled the beans even before I had the chance to ask her. “We have a date, Paul. I can't wait; a real date.” I reached across the bench seat to squeeze her hand. Next thing I knew she slid across to sit next to me. I could see how thrilled she was. I held her hand almost all the way to school; except when I needed two hands to drive and shift gears. I gave her a brief peck on the lips once we were at school. This became a daily routine.Friday night I was at her door at 7:00 sharp. Aunt Celia answered the door and invited me in. “My goodness, Paul; Rose has been looking forward to this all week. She's been on cloud nine. I hope you have a good time.”“I'm sure we will, Aunt Celia. We always enjoy each other's company. I'll have her home by twelve.”“I think we can make it one, Paul. I don't want to stand in the way of you two enjoying yourselves.” I heard a noise and turned to see Rose descending the staircase. She looked beautiful; even more than usual. I took her hand and led her out to my truck. My truck; it was a 1952-53 Ford. I got it at a junk yard. Most of the parts were from a '52, but some, like the seats, the bed, and the transmission were from a 1953. They were basically the same and the price was great; $100!We drove all the way to Port Jefferson Station, named, no doubt, for its proximity to the older town of Port Jefferson and the end-of-the-line station of the Long Island Rail Road's northern spur. We sat in the theater balcony and held hands while we sipped our Cokes and nibbled popcorn. About half way through the movie I put my arm around her shoulders; I was extremely pleased that she didn't object at all. After the movie we drove down the hill to Grammas' for ice cream, exactly as I had promised. It was still early so I drove us to the north shore beach. We sat in the parking lot overlooking the beach and Long Island Sound beyond. The moon's reflection glistened over the tiny waves.We sat quietly, just watching the water. Normally, I'd be making out with my hand up my date's skirt, but this was Rose. I knew she had no experience and I definitely didn't want to scare her. There'd be other dates and other opportunities. I went to turn on the radio, but Rose stopped me.“Paul; have you brought other girls here?”“One or two, but none like you.”I could see her smile even in the dim light. “What did you do with them? Can you tell me?”“That's not something a gentleman discusses, Rose.”“Did you kiss your girlfriend?”“Not yet, but I was thinking of doing it in about a minute.” She looked up at me. I leaned down to her and our lips met. She was tentative at first, but after a few seconds her arms gripped my neck pulling me to her as our lips mashed into each other. I'd had plenty of kisses, but none as sweet or loving as that one. The kiss lasted for more than a minute before Rose broke it.“I liked that, Paul. I liked it a lot.”“Me, too, but next time try opening your mouth a bit so our tongues can touch.” She gave me a questioning look, but separated her lips about a quarter inch before leaning up for another. I gently pushed my tongue between her lips and teeth. She jumped back in shock then smiled and moved in again, opening her mouth wider. This time her tongue beat me to the punch. It wrestled with mine, moving between our mouths. Rose was obviously a quick study. She was a great kisser.Her face was red when we broke it.“Yeah, I agree. It was incredible.” I concurred.“Is that all you did, Paul?”“No, there were other things, but I don't think you're ready for them.”“Can you at least tell me?” Rose was going to open Pandora's Box come hell or high water.“Touching, mostly; her chest, her pussy, my cock.”Rose gulped several times as I detailed what couples often do while, uh, ‘watching the submarine races'.“Like I said, you're not ready for that; not yet, anyway.” I tried to help her understand that we both knew two women who would skin me alive if they thought I took advantage of her. “Rose, maybe sometime in the future. The idea is to give each other pleasure, but you have to be ready; and you have to be willing.”“I think I want you to touch me.” Rose assured me.“No! Touching is something like kissing. Both parties have to be involved and It'll be a while before you're ready to touch my cock, won't it? I love you, Rose, so I'm not going to rush you into anything; and especially not that. You'll know when you're ready.”I leaned down, opened my mouth and waited, but not too long. Rose was all over me in a second. We kissed for more than an hour, but nothing more. We both knew she wasn't ready. I got her home by 12:50. We kissed again outside the door and she went in. Ten minutes later I was home.I had a feeling my mother would be up waiting and I was right. “So; how did it go?”“Great, Mom; we both had a wonderful time.”There was a lull then she spoke again, “Did you try to kiss her?”“No, Mom, but she did kiss me,” I grinned before continuing, “several times, in fact. We're going out again tomorrow. Danny Shea is having a party.”“Just don't forget what I said. I don't want to see her hurt.”“Don't worry, Mom. I'm not going to hurt her. I love Rose and I'm in this for the long haul.” I'd told the truth even if I hadn't fully explained my love for Rose. I didn't say anything, but I was certain a very similar inquisition had occurred with Aunt Celia and Rose, just as I was sure our mothers would compare notes early tomorrow morning. I wasn't worried; I hadn't done anything to be ashamed of.I picked Rose up at eight Saturday night. Danny Shea lived only about five miles away in the next village down the highway. We parked on the road and walked hand-in-hand to the front door. The music was almost deafening as we walked in. We met with Danny who offered us beer from a keg. It was tempting, but we opted for sodas instead. I could see that some of the kids were drinking a lot; some were already tipsy and it wasn't even 8:30. I could also see that there were too many kids at the party and that Danny's parents were nowhere to be seen. This could be a recipe for disaster. We stayed until ten dancing almost every dance. Rose actually kissed me in the middle of one.Once I noticed several guys becoming argumentative I knew it was time to leave. We were just getting into my truck when the first police car arrived. We were questioned, but even the cop could see we hadn't anything to drink. “I'm glad you're sober. I hate to find kids killed in traffic accidents.”“Yeah, that's the biggest reason why I only have beer at home,” I replied. We were gone a minute later.“Why'd we leave, Paul? I was having such a good time.”“Because there's going to be trouble, Rose; some of those kids are drunk. There was no supervision and, believe me, there will be some fights unless the cops break up the party. We may be eighteen and legally able to drink, but that doesn't mean we should. I'm responsible for your safety. I'm not taking any chances with you. You mean a lot more to me than a couple of beers.” She looked up at me and kissed my cheek. I drove around the block and headed to the miniature golf where I let Rose beat me.“I know you're better than that, Paul. You let me win, didn't you?”I laughed then held my hands up in a defensive position. “Who, me?” She joined me in laughing then she hugged me, looked into my eyes and kissed me. It was long and sweet, our tongues dueling for minutes. She broke it, but only to whisper, “Take me to the beach.”All the beaches where we live are private with the exception of an occasional town, county, or state park. We have two beaches in our association; Sill's Gully where one can drive all the way to the beach and East Path near our houses. That's a walk down a long and winding path in a ravine. It's also a long walk back up. The homeowners have improved it, installing benches and a boardwalk where feasible. I drove to Sill's Gully. It was named for a big rock; Sill's Rock; about a half mile straight out from shore in almost twenty feet of water at high tide. There are probably a million rocks on the north shore of Long Island. They all came from New England during the last ice age when they were pushed by a massive glacier and deposited once the glacier receded. I hoped the parking lot would be empty. It was. Rose wanted to go onto the beach so I pulled an old blanket from behind the seat. We walked holding hands under the moon's light.We sat on the blanket, Rose snuggling close to me. It was April and it was chilly. I took off my sweatshirt and pulled it over her head. The waistband got stuck on her breasts until I made a concerted effort to pull it out away from her body. “You did that on purpose.” I said.“Of course, I'm not an idiot, you know.” Rose laughed then leaned forward, pressing those glorious orbs into my chest as she kissed me. Ending our dates on the beach became one of our favorite things.We dated every Friday and Saturday night and we often saw each other at family functions like birthday parties or cookouts. Our parents seemed to accept our relationship. I know that my mother no longer interrogated me after every date and Rose's mom always welcomed me when I picked her up.We had dated for more than a month, doing everything teenagers could imagine. I had even taken her over to Coram to the drive-in there. We bought the obligatory Cokes and popcorn, returning to the truck while it was still light. It was fun watching the young kids in the playground, many of them clad in pajamas, while their parents looked on. I recalled looking forward to the movie, but we never saw more than ten minutes at a time. The following week we went to another dance, this time at school. One thing about school dances, they ended early; at eleven. Rose and I left around 10:30. I asked Rose if she'd like to get some ice cream, but she shook her head. “You know where I want to go.” I drove to our favorite place; the beach at Sill's Gully.Rose joined me on the blanket. One second I was sitting and looking at the water, the next I was lying back with Rose on top of me. She gripped my head as she ground her lips into mine. Her large globular breasts pressed into my chest. I could feel her hard nipples through our clothes. Her legs were wrapped around mine. We kissed and kissed until she broke it. Looking directly into my eyes she spoke quietly, “I'm not as naïve as you think, Paul. I may not have done as many things as you, but I know what they are and how to do them; and I want to do them, too. But first, I think I need to confess something to you. Promise you won't laugh at me?”“Of course, Rose. I'd never laugh at you.”“Okay; here goes; back when we started to see each other; Mom thought I was so thrilled to have a real date. I was thrilled, but because the date was with you. Now; the hard part; I'm sure you know that I love you. I realized about a year ago that it wasn't the same kind of love it was when we were younger. I thought I was a freak; being in love with my cousin, so I was thrilled to learn that we're not.” Rose admitted.I couldn't control myself. I broke out in wild laughter. After only a few seconds I could see that Rose was at the verge of tears.Leaning up I brought her face to mine. “Oh, Rose; I'm definitely not laughing at you. I'm laughing at me.” She gave me a look that told me she thought I was crazy. “You see, Rose I've been terrified; struggling with how to tell you exactly the same thing. I love you; I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you for; longer than I care to admit. I think you're the most wonderful person I've ever met and I love being with you. I love kissing you and holding you.”“Touching me?” she asked.“Yes, that will come when you're ready. I know a lot of guys who think that mauling some girl's tits is fun, but it's only fun if you're using it to make her feel great.”“Paul; I'm ready. Make me feel great; please.” She placed her hand on my thigh. My cock responded immediately. I could see that she could feel it; feel it grow. “Oh, Paul it feels so big. Can I see it?” I moved her hands to my belt buckle. It was open a few seconds later.She fumbled with the button on my shorts then pulled my zipper down. She turned to me and kissed me. It was quick but sweet and hot. “I've dreamed of this for so long. It's what I think of when I masturbate. Dreaming of you always makes me so hot.” Rose admitted as she pulled down my shorts and my briefs; my cock sprung up, swinging free in the cool evening. Rose hesitated not at all in touching and stroking me. “Oh; it feels so hot and I can't believe the skin is so soft and smooth. That's kind of a contradiction, isn't it; hard on the inside, yet so soft on the outside.” She shocked me when she leaned down to kiss the tip, testing the sponginess with her lips.“Go ahead, Paul; open my blouse. I want you to touch my breasts.”My hands found her blouse buttons, opening them easily despite their tiny size. She shrugged out of the blouse and helped me with the bra's clasp. I gasped at her beauty. Her breasts were perfectly symmetrical, sitting high on her chest despite their size. They were big; easily a handful for my big muscular paws with their dark brown areolas and hard wrinkled nipples. Despite my strength I knew to be careful and delicate as I massaged them and rolled her nipples between my fingers.I could sense how turned on Rose was becoming. Even in the dim light I could see her arousal; the way she threw her head back, moaned, and arched her back. What the hell would happen when I touched her pussy? I found out a few minutes later when she jumped up and slipped out of her slacks; her panties following a second later.“Jeez, Rose I hope nobody comes down here. You're naked.”“No; I'm wearing my sneakers.” I groaned at her humor. “Well,” she continued, “you could join me, you know.”“Not much point, is there? If anyone shined a flashlight on me I'd be arrested for indecent exposure, for sure. I'll say one thing; being in love with you sure is interesting. Let's see if I can make it more fun for you.” My mouth replaced one of my hands at her breast while the other explored between her legs. My fingers pushed through her thick curls to find her wet; pussy juice literally running down her thighs. My middle finger ran up and down her slit, tickling her clit several times before finding its way into her tight tunnel. Rose's moans became loud groans as she humped my hand. She continued like this for more than five minutes and it was a good thing I was paying attention. She had straddled my hips and was about to lower herself onto my cock.“NO!” I pushed her up then pulled her to me.“Don't misunderstand me, Rose. I'd love to make love with you; I dream of that day; but not here and not now. We're not doing it without protection. If you got pregnant; well, I don't want to even think about the consequences. I love you, Rose. We'll do it, but under better circumstances and when we're prepared properly.” I pulled her in for a kiss. We hugged for a while, as her passions tapered off, then we dressed and I took her home.That special time came two weeks later. We went again to the Coram drive-in, leaving around eleven so we could get to the beach by 11:30. I had laundered the blanket during the week so it would be clean and soft for what we both wanted so badly. I stopped off in the afternoon, on the way home from school, to buy some condoms. Rose had stayed in the truck at my insistence, but peeked into the bag once I had returned. At first she gasped then she had jumped into my lap and engaged me into a torrid kiss before we resumed our trip home.Our touching had become more daring and more frequent over the past weeks. Rose had confided that she masturbated furiously after our dates.“You get me so hot, Paul. I could never sleep until I can get relief.” I had admitted doing the same. We both thought we were ready now for the next step.I laid the blanket carefully onto an area that was clean of any seaweed and where the pebbles were small and plentiful. North shore Long Island beaches were a combination of sand, rounded pebbles, and rocks. I'd learned at an early age that lying on the pebbles was much more comfortable than lying on the sand which would pack down and become as hard as a rock. Rose and I stood together and kissed as she ran her hands up the back of my shirt. I ran mine down the back of her shorts. We were so hot for each other; our clothes were off in less than a minute.This was the third time we'd been naked together on the beach. Last Friday night we played miniature golf again knowing that we'd be done early. Rose laughed when I let her win again. We came to the beach and undressed each other, eagerly. “Have you done this before, Paul?”“Not exactly like this, Rose. I'm doing this because I love you. The other times were pure lust. I'm sure I lust after you even more, but I also love you terribly.” We kissed then and I pulled her down with me to the blanket. We would both cum, but tonight we would masturbate each other. I lay next to Rose, fondling her right breast with my left hand while I suckled at her left. My right hand went straight to her dripping wet cunt. I wasn't at all surprised to find it gushing with delicious juice. My fingers found her tunnel and fucked her at a frenetic pace. Her hand found my cock, but I restrained her. I wanted to make sure that she had a very pleasurable experience, one she'd want again and again. She writhed in her ecstasy; and when I moved my finger to her clit she came so hard she screamed at the top of her lungs until she collapsed into my arms.I clutched her back by running my arm between her legs and my hand over her butt. I could feel her humping against my forearm as her orgasm went on and on. Finally, it ended with a sigh, as though all the air had been forced from her lungs. I moved to hold her, but she was quicker; her lips mashed into mine as though all her passion was escaping through her mouth. I looked down to find she was almost unconscious. I held her gently until she stirred. “Oh, Paul; what was that? It was so incredible; overwhelming.”“I'd say you had the mother of all orgasms. Do you remember screaming for like thirty seconds?” She looked incredulous. “You did. I hope nobody calls the cops.”“I didn't do that, did I?” Rose was astounded at my accounting of her climax. I just nodded and pulled her in for yet another sensational kiss. She broke it a minute later to ask, “Can we wait a bit before I take care of you?”“Of course, I'll wait forever for you. You know that.”“I don't want you to wait that long. I want to take care of you just like you took care of me. Besides, I want to see how that big hard thing you have really works.”I laughed. “I only have one piece of advice, Rose; move to the side. Don't aim it anywhere near your face unless you want an early bath. Don't forget, the water's really cold now.” She looked unsure so I continued, “When I cum I'll probably shoot two or three feet into the air. You don't want to get in the way. I doubt your folks would be too thrilled to have you come home with semen in your hair. Mine would probably kill me.”“Don't worry. I'll protect you.” Even Rose had to laugh at that one. “Okay, I'll stay out of the way.” I pulled her to me for another kiss. I felt her hand on me as our lips came together. Her tongue flicked in my mouth as her hand gripped and stroked me. She kissed me passionately, but broke it after only a few seconds. “Sorry, but I want to see this.” She sat up to stroke me with both hands. She gripped me tightly, her hands moving faster and faster.My breathing became rapid and shallow as my orgasm approached. Suddenly, the familiar feeling was there. “Rose!” But instead of aiming away from her body she twisted my cock so my first spray hit between her breasts. The second struck just a trifle lower. All in all she took seven forceful rivers of slick white semen onto her magnificent body before the final weak eruption flew a mere six inches from my cock. I lay there on the blanket totally drained.To be continued in part 2. by senor longo for Sex Stories.

Phil Taillon and John Cantrell fill in for Tom and Kevin; Cantrell discusses the outcome of one of his recent trials; Mike Tyson vs. Jake Paul fight tonight; Elon Musk gets sued for his $1M giveaways during the election; Steve stops by and hosts a game between Phil and Cantrell where the two try and guess some rather unique soda flavors.

Raúl del Pozo reflexiona en 'Más de uno' sobre la negación del fiscal general del Estado, Álvaro García Ortiz, a dimitir a pesar de estar imputado por revelación de secretos. 

Kern County almond grower Bret Sill shares some of his experiences building the soil biology in his orchards through practices like integrating sheep into the orchard and planting cover crops. Sill also discusses his experiments with off-ground harvest and reflects on how this approach might fit into his overall system. Ultimately, Sill is looking to reach his productivity goals with minimal inputs while maximizing the value of every almond produced.“The things I've been thinking about is: how do we add more value (by) trying some of the regenerative practices. I can only cut out so much cost, and if I'm not adding value to that product, then how are we going to survive?” - Bret Sill In Today's episode:Learn about almond producer Bret Sill of Sill Properties in Kern CountyExplore the process Sill Properties is taking to try new practices to reduce inputs and encourage soil biologyDiscover Sill's approach to water management and recharging the groundwater in his areaThe Almond Journey Podcast is brought to you by the Almond Board of California. This show explores how growers, handlers, and other stakeholders are making things work in their operations to drive the almond industry forward. Host Tim Hammerich visits with leaders throughout the Central Valley of California and beyond who are finding innovative ways to improve their operations, connect with their communities, and advance the almond industry.ABC recognizes the diverse makeup of the California almond industry and values contributions offered by its growers, handlers, and allied industry members. However, the opinions, services and products discussed in existing and future podcast episodes are by no means an endorsement or recommendation from ABC. The Almond Journey podcast is not an appropriate venue to express opinions on national, state, local or industry politics. As a Federal Marketing Order, the Almond Board of California is prohibited from lobbying or advocating on legislative issues, as well as setting field and market prices.

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Varios temas: Discutimos la información detrás de la regulación del precio del diésel y el desarrollo del paro camionero. Luego, analizamos la denuncia del presidente Petro sobre el posible uso del software de espionaje Pegasus para vigilar a periodistas, magistrados y líderes sociales desde el gobierno anterior. Esto nos llevó a hablar de la firma de una directiva presidencial orientada a fortalecer los lazos entre las autoridades públicas, periodistas y medios de comunicación en el país. Y finalmente,

Sveriges Radios veckomagasin om veckan som gått och veckan som kommer med reportage, intervjuer och kommentarer. Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radio Play. I första timmen:Samtal om demonstrationer i Paris med korrespondent Cecilia Blomberg.Samtal om Think Pink-rättegången med Tobias Bernander, Norrtelje tidning och Nils Hydén, miljöbrottsexpert.Reportage om poliovaccineringen i Gaza av Mellanösternkorrespondent Cecilia Uddén.Reportage av reporter Magdalena Martinsson om hur det billigare bensin- och dieselpriset påverkar vårt bilåkande.Krönika av Nina WormbsPanelen om flygskatt, skärmtid för barn och en ny utrikesminister.I andra timmen:Samtal om nya ministrar i Sveriges regering och den nya EU-kommissionen med Ekots inrikespolitiska kommentator Helena Gissén och Brysselkorrespondent Andreas LiljehedenReportage om Grönlands största influencer av Samuel LarssonSamtal om varför vi är så fixerade vid USA med professor i Nordamerikastudier Dag Blanck och GPs seniora utrikesreporter Britt-Marie MattsonSamtal om Dream Girls på Chinateatern med regissör Edward af Sillén och översättare Calle NorlénReportage om Elsa Haglund i vår sommarserie om mystiker, del 3. Av Åsa FuruhagenKåseri av Augustin Erba

"Muñecas de la mafia", hablamos de las implicaciones que el Presidente mencione eso de las mujeres periodistas, y también de cómo esto terminó siendo instrumentalizado por otros. Ejemplos de polarización. Andrés Páramo, Santiago Rivas, María Paula MartinezPost: Rodrigo Rodriguez, Sara TrejosProd: Paula Villán, Sillón Estudios. Notas del episodio - Las muñecas de la mafia & golpe de estado"Las muñecas de la mafia" I Mañana BLU cn Néstor MoralesLa FLIP y la defensora del Pueblo critican a Petro:| EL PAÍS América ColombiaInfamia: Petro vuelve a llamar “muñecas de la mafia” a las periodistas en horario estelar de televisión. Aquí las 10 frases que obligó a escuchar a los colombianos I SemanaLAS PERIODISTAS NO SOMOS NI MUÑECAS NI MAFIOSAS, PRESIDENTE PETRO - Volcánicas"Evidencia un sesgo de género, un cierto nivel de misoginia":I CambioEs inaceptable que Petro trate de muñecas de la mafia a periodistas: Julio Sánchez Cristo I WRadio“No somos muñecas ni instrumentos de nadie”: Iris Marín, defensora del Pueblo I El Espectador"También hay muñecos de la mafia", Gustavo Bolívar a Petro | KienyKe"Se han organizado para dar el golpe de Estado": presidente Petro I Radio Nacional"Esto será una lucha popular", presidente Petro advirte sobre un posible golpe de Estado I RTVC NoticiasPetro vuelve a hablar de un golpe de Estado en su contra I La Silla VacíaPresidente Petro reitera sin pruebas la existencia de un "golpe de Estado" en su contra I La FMPetro reactiva su teoría del “golpe blando” con argumentos más flojos I La Silla Vacía Get bonus content on Patreon Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Nathan returns to The Journey to share about the exciting opportunities coming up for him and his friend group. Nathan is part of the short film being featured on September 19th at Shatter Our Silence Annual Fundraising Dinner and the Afterglow film premier on September 25 th at the Nordlof Center in Rockford from 6-8pm.

Kansas BHA board members Marshal Loftus, Kyle Pokorny, and Kurt Ratzlaff sit down with former KDWP Commission member Lauren Queal Sill.  We discuss all things commission related including: How the commission works, misconceptions, rumors, changes to the commission, and much more!

Hasta ahora, seguimos bastante contentos con House of the Dragon. Tuvimos otro episodio de cortisol y lo agradecimos. En esta grabación aparecen Felipe Useche, Laura Rojas Aponte, Rodrigo Rodríguez (por primera vez) y vuestro humilde editor, Santiago Espinosa. Grabamos en Sillón Estudios.

Tuvimos un episodio con menos adrenalina y más cortisol, pero quedamos muy contentos. En esta grabación aparecen Laura Rojas Aponte, Santiago Rivas, María Cuestas y Santiago Espinosa que, además, volvió a su rol de editor. Grabamos en Sillón Estudios.

This week on See You Next Tuesday, Melisa and Meghan dive deep into the world of Shondaland! They swoon over Simone Ashley in Bridgerton, reminisce about Scandal's steamy past and present thanks to Kerry Washington and a Blind Item.Plus:Melisa gushes about Nicola Coughlan's new show, Big Mood, and raves about the brilliance of Hacks.Meghan makes another attempt to convince Melisa to watch Only Murders in the Building and Lupin.They discuss the not-so-classic airplane thriller Red Eye starring Rachel McAdams and Cillian Murphy.Melisa shares some hilarious TikToks featuring Meghan's favorites.Get ready for some wild bat stories involving Gossip Girl's Taylor Momsen and the legendary Ozzy Osbourne!Tune in for a fun-filled episode packed with pop culture, Shondaland nostalgia, and a few unexpected encounters with the flying kind! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

This week, I'm joined by JASON P. WOODBURY (of Aquarium Drunkard) and filmmakers BRIAN LINDSTROM & ANDY BROWN to discuss their incredible new film LOST ANGEL: THE GENIUS OF JUDEE SILL. We talked about Judee Sill's gnostic relationship to her music and how she backed it up in her lifestyle, what our introductions to her music were like, Sill's disdain of being lumped in with Christian Rock & opening for rock bands, her influence on Andy Partridge of XTC, how the filmmakers shaped the film over the past ten years, Tooth & Nail Records, the mythologizing of a subject's life in documentary filmmaking, Asylum Records and her ups and downs with David Geffen, Some Kind Of Monster, Sill's vulnerability and ego in her diary writings and drawings, how they chose to animate Sill's artwork and found her voice, Sill's influence on a new generation of musicians, her iconic Old Grey Whistle Test performance of “The Kiss,” how the film addresses childhood trauma, addiction, and resilience, what parts of Sill's life didn't fit into the film, and the power of Alice Coltrane, Sun Ra, Guided By Voices & SST Records, So join us as we talk about one of the greatest songwriters to ever be part of the cosmos, Judee Sill, on this week's Revolutions Per Movie.WATCH LOST ANGEL: THE GENIUS OF JUDEE SILLhttps://greenwichentertainment.com/film/JASON P. WOODBURY:https://jasonpwoodbury.comREVOLUTIONS PER MOVIE:Host Chris Slusarenko (Eyelids, Guided By Voices, owner of Clinton Street Video rental store) is joined by actors, musicians, comedians, writers & directors who each week pick out their favorite music documentary, musical, music-themed fiction film or music videos to discuss. Fun, weird, and insightful, Revolutions Per Movie is your deep dive into our life-long obsessions where music and film collide.Revolutions Per Movies releases new episodes every Thursday. If you like the show, please subscribe, rate, and review it on your favorite podcast app.The show is also a completely independent affair, so the best way to support it is through our Patreon at patreon.com/revolutionspermovie. There, you can get weekly bonus episodes and exclusive goods just for joining.SOCIALS:@revolutionspermovieX, BlueSky: @revpermovieTHEME by Eyelids 'My Caved In Mind'www.musicofeyelids.bandcamp.comARTWORK by Jeff T. Owenshttps://linktr.ee/mymetalhand Click here to get EXCLUSIVE BONUS WEEKLY Revolutions Per Movie content on our Patreon Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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