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Today's questioneers want to know whether to hide bawdy home decor when kids visit, how one comes to own a cemetery, why cities are full of artist-decorated animals, whether you can eat slugs, what to do with three unwanted sets of boules, and what the most ordered item is from the enormous menu at Cheesecake Factory. For more information about this episode, and pics of the very special furniture we mention, visit answermethispodcast.com/episode409. Got questions for us to answer? Send them in writing or as a voice note to answermethispodcast@googlemail.com, OR - thanks to Adam of SocialComms.uk who has revived our phone number - you can call 0208 123 5877. Next episode will be in your podfeed 25 September 2025. Become a patron at patreon.com/answermethis to help with the continuing existence of AMT, and to get an ad-free version of the episode, plus bonus material culled from the show, and our live video question-answering session Petty Problems - you can catch up on previous editions too. This episode is sponsored by Squarespace, the all in one platform for creating and running your online empire. Go to squarespace.com/answer, have a play around during the two-week free trial, and when you're ready to launch, get a 10% discount on your first purchase of a website or domain with the code ANSWER. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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This month on Monthly Spooky, we investigate the unsolved 1978 Yuba County Five disappearance in Northern California—four friends found under tragic, baffling circumstances and the enduring question of Gary Mathias. Was it panic, hypothermia, or something far stranger? This true crime deep dive unpacks the case, the clues, and the most credible theories.You'll also hear fresh spooky news and curiosities:Erin Patterson update on the Death Cap mushroom poisoning case in AustraliaVenomous sea slugs spotted on beaches—what beachgoers should knowA late-night bat scare that turns ordinary into eerieThe viral haunted painting rumor and why “creepy art” stories spreadA closet message that feels ripped from a nightmareA dash of UFO festival excitement, because of course there isWhy this episode mattersOne of America's most haunting cold cases with enduring mysteriesThe only member never found—Gary Mathias—and the long-tail theoriesHow folklore, fear, and media shape what we believe about unsolved disappearancesIf you love true crime, unsolved mysteries, urban legends, and paranormal folklore—with humor and heart—this one's for you.

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Blake Snell was Blake Snell — dominant strikeout stuff, not extremely efficient. Snell only went five innings, but they were five great innings. On the offensive side, Max Muncy got the party started and his teammates joined in. Join Jeff Snider and Kevin Skinner to discuss Snell, Muncy, the Dodgers winning the series, and more. Tube in all season long! Leave a voicemail or text the Friend of the Show hotline!

Nature Reads on Earth Matters is a show where we explore the stories behind books that bring us closer to nature and the world around us. Every month, we team up with the good folks at Sunda Shelves, an independent bookstore and café with a passion for wild places and thoughtful reads. This month, together with co-host Dylan Jefri Ong (co-founder, Sunda Shelves), we speak to Azamuddeen Nasir, a passionate nature communicator and PhD researcher at Monash University Malaysia. Known online as AnakUmiSukaHutan, Azam creates engaging Malay-language content about Malaysia's forests, wildlife, and lesser-known ecosystems like peat swamps, bringing science and conservation to life for a wider audience through humour, storytelling, and lived experience. He joins us to share some of his favourite nature reads.Books discussed during this episode:1. Fishes of Tasik Bera Pahang - Amirrudin b. Ahmad, Muhammad Fahmi-Ahmad, Mohd Aqmal-Naser, Syed Ahmad Rizal Tuan Nek, Zahar Azuar Zakaria, Mohd Ilham Norhakim Lokman, Muhammad Rasul Abdullah Halim, Intan Faraha A. Ghani, Md. Zain Khaironizam & Mohammad Noor Amal Azmai2. An Introduction to the Land Snails and Slugs of Malaysia – Thor-Seng Liew and Junn-Kitt Foon 3. A Field Guide to the Mammals of Thailand and South East Asia – Charles M. Francis 4. A Field Guide to the Reptiles of South East Asia – Indraneil Das 5. Butterflies of Peninsular Malaysia – Rosli Omar, Azidah Abdul Aziz, and Sofwan Badrud'din 6. A Handbook on the Peat Swamp Flora of Peninsular Malaysia – I. Faridah-Hanum, Shamsul Khamis, and Khali Aziz Hamzah7. A Field Guide to the Birds of Peninsular Malaysia and Singapore – Allen Jeyarajasingan 8. Ferns of Malaysia In Colour – A. G. Piggott 9. Handbook and National Red-List of the Freshwater Mussels of Malaysia – Alexandra Zieritz and Manuel Lopes-Lima 10. A Photographic Guide to Snakes and Other Reptiles of Peninsular Malaysia, Singapore and Thailand – Merel J. Cox, Peter Paul Van Dijk, Jarujin Nabhitabatha, and Kumthorn Thirakh11. Fishes of the Freshwater Ecosystems of Peninsular Malaysia – Mohd Zakaria-Ismail, A. Fatimah, and M. Z. Khaironizam See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this episode of the Garden Basics podcast, I speak with succulent expert Debra Lee Baldwin about the world of edible succulents. We delve into what defines succulents, their survival in arid conditions, and their nutritional benefits. Baldwin highlights notable varieties such as Agave tequilana (Blue Agave) and Opuntia, discussing their culinary uses and growth requirements. She shares tips on preparing these plants for consumption and reveals the value of lesser-known edibles like purslane. Baldwin also emphasizes succulents' role in food security. Also, we get a quick tip from Debbie Flower on where to place snail bait in a raised bed (not near the plants!) Originally aired in Ep. 61.Previous episodes, show notes, links, product information, and transcripts at the home site for Garden Basics with Farmer Fred, GardenBasics.net. Transcripts and episode chapters also available at Buzzsprout.  Now on YouTube (audio) Pictured: the edible succulent, purslane.Links:“Beyond the Garden Basics” Newsletter  By becoming a paid subscriber, you're helping support the newsletter and this podcast. Thank You!Shop online at the Smart Pot store! For a limited time, use coupon code FRED at checkout to receive 10% off your Smart Pot order. Click here to start shopping!Debra Lee Baldwin's Success with Succulents websiteSnail and Slug Control Tips from UCANRAll About Farmer Fred: GardenBasics.net“Beyond the Garden Basics” NewsletterFarmer Fred website: http://farmerfred.comThe Farmer Fred Rant! Blog http://farmerfredrant.blogspot.comFacebook:  "Get Growing with Farmer Fred" Instagram: farmerfredhoffman https://www.instagram.com/farmerfredhoffman/Blue Sky: @farmerfred.bsky.socialFarmer Fred Garden Minute Videos on YouTube As an Amazon Associate, I earn from qualifying purchases from possible links mentioned here.Got a garden question? • Leave an audio question without making a phone call via Speakpipe, at https://www.speakpipe.com/gardenbasics• Call or text us the question: 916-292-8964. • Fill out the contact box at GardenBasics.net• E-mail: fred@farmerfred.com Thank you for listening, subscribing and commenting on the Garden Basics with Farmer Fred podcast and the Beyond the Garden Basics Newsletter.

Quaranteam-Northwest: Part 1 Pandemic Survivors, Harems and the Pacific Northwest. Based on a post by Break The Bar. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. To combat the deadly Duo Halo virus, the government will change the lives of Harrison Black and his friends out in the hills of Oregon. In return, Harrison finds a new purpose to his life in the midst of losing his family history. The House Guest. I glanced away again, relatively certain that Erica hadn't noticed my involuntary glance down at her cleavage but not overly worried. The grocery store parking lot was only half full, but we were waiting out front and I felt like we were in a bread line in Soviet Russia. The only good news was that it was a warm spring for Oregon State, and a clear day, so Erica and I weren't bundled up in jackets or anything. Of course, we were still getting used to the masks. "This feels ridiculous," Erica said, adjusting the bandana covering her lower face. She'd done her makeup as usual, with soft but smoky eyeshadow, and her thick dark hair was pulled back in a messy bun. Erica was a well-put-together lady, with the hips and bust of a woman who had aged perfectly into her thirties. I'd known her through our late twenties, and I wasn't ashamed to say I thought she'd only gotten hotter with time. Her black jeans clung to her hips and ass, and the black sweater she was wearing unzipped over a ripped band t-shirt accented the v of her cleavage that I'd been trying not to glance at. "At least it's not the middle of winter," I said. "Imagine this going on in January, in a snowstorm?" "We'll never need to see that," said the old man in front of us in line. He was wearing a hunting gaiter, but it was riding low on his upper lip. "This ain't the first virus, it won't be the last. Couple of weeks and the panic will die down. We'll have practically forgotten it by the fall, I bet." "Hopefully," Erica nodded. They'd announced the quarantine two weeks ago, and it had gone into effect last week. My roommate Leo and I had invited Erica, his sister, up from Portland; she was going to be cooped up in her apartment alone for the two-week shutdown and we had plenty of space on my old family property. Erica had made the drive the day before the statewide quarantine kicked in, having locked up the Tattoo Parlor she managed, and it had been a week of sun, hiking and ATV tours through the property, along with teaching her how to throw an axe and shoot some archery. Next week we were planning to show her the ropes on gun safety, and let her try out some of my grandfather's old hunting rifles. Erica was game for it all, and it felt like a mini vacation for all three of us. What Leo and I hadn't planned for was making meals for three instead of two, and so now a week in Erica and I were braving a trip into town trying to figure out exactly what we were and weren't supposed, or allowed, to do. Erica turned to say something to me, but her sentence was cut off by the heavy thrum and backfiring of a pair of ugly pickups rumbling into the parking lot of the grocery store on jacked-up wheels, halfway to 'monster truck.' They parked near the back, near my own truck, both vehicles with the stupid 'truck nuts' swinging from the hitches on the back and one of them with a big confederate flag sticker in the back window. "Jesus, I thought rednecks were supposed to come from the South," Erica muttered. "There are rednecks in every part of every country," I sighed. "Ask me about German rednecks sometime. Those people are weird." Five men unloaded from the two pickups, and I could see someone still sitting inside one of the cabs. I immediately took in everything I needed to know about the men; my brain couldn't shut off the instinct. Five military-aged males, three who looked like they could handle a bit of a fight. None of them were carrying firearms, no obvious sign of concealed weapons, but several had utility knives sheathed on their belts. Not that uncommon out here in the foothills of western Oregon. Three of them were wearing army surplus combat boots, one was wearing what looked like steel-toe construction boots, and one was wearing hiking boots. Their clothes were blue-collar casual. Rough, in other words. None of them were wearing any form of a mask. The debate was still out in the news; first, we were supposed to wear masks, then they said it wasn't going to be helpful, and now they were saying wearing masks might be the most important thing. Everyone seemed confused about the issue, but everyone in line outside the grocery store was wearing one of some sort or other. "Are they seriously going to just?" Erica muttered. The rednecks were heading straight for the entrance to the store, looking to bypass the ten or so folks in line ahead of us and another six behind us. I could see the panic in the eyes of the pimple-faced teen manning the door. He had no fucking clue what to do about it. "Ah, shit," I muttered, already stepping out of line. "Harrison," Erica cautioned me. "It's not worth it. What's the point?" "If not me, then who?" I asked her, then raised my fingers to my lips and blasted a whistle that echoed across the parking lot. Everyone turned and looked at me. All the folks in line, the rednecks as they were about to bull their way past the boy, and the beleaguered kid who I'd already watched bumble through explaining the line to annoyed people, let these alone belligerent assholes. "Hey," I yelled, but tried to keep my voice more friendly than commanding. "How about you guys show some respect to the folks out here and just grab a spot in line?" "How about you suck my nuts? We aren't sheeple, we know our rights," one of them yelled. "Yeah, this place can't deny us service, we've got rights," another shouted. "There's a difference between rights and being polite," I said. "Old folks are waiting to get their groceries, you boys can wait fifteen minutes." "You got a problem with us?" Another one shouted. "You know who the fuck we are?" "Harrison," Erica sighed. "I ain't got a goddamn clue who you are," I said. "And I don't care beyond the fact that you're acting like assholes." Two of them immediately started coming towards me down the line, the other three hesitating a moment before following. Fuck. I'd been hoping they were just some bully idiots, but the two in the lead were way angrier than they should have been. "Take a few steps back and don't get involved, E," I said quietly. "I'll be fine, but you can't get involved, Okay?" "Harry, what the actual fuck? There are five of them. This is a fucking parking lot. We should just call the cops!" she whispered back. "I'd listen to your fella," the old guy in the gaiter said. "We got one State Trooper somewhere in thirty square miles of here; would likely take too long to do any good." "You wanna say that to my face, you fucking fuck?" one of the men said. I'd taken a few more steps out of line, and he got up within a foot of me with his teeth bared and a fist raised threateningly. "I'm a god damned sovereign citizen, and I got every right to protect my dignity, honor and good name against fucks like you." "Yeah," I said, looking down at him as I breathed in deep and let my full size loom over him. The guy was probably 6'1 or so, but I was 6'6 in my stockings and had an extra couple inches over that from my own hiking boots. "I said you guys are acting like assholes, and otherwise I could give one single shit about who you think you are." "You motherfucker, I'm gonna," "Harrison?" One of the three guys in the back asked. He was one of the ones I'd identified as not being much of a fighter. "Harrison Black, right? You played Defensive End at Eisenhower." "Uh, yeah," I said. "That was a while ago though..." "Oh man, dude. It's me, Barry O'Callahan. I was a year behind you," the guy said. "Guys, this dude almost single-handedly ran our high school defense. Didn't you end up joining the military or something?" "Yeah, yeah," I said, squinting and looking at Barry. "Really? Barry O?" "Heh, yeah I filled out a bit since I was a junior," the man laughed, his gut jiggling with the effort. "And then I filled out a bit more. How are you doing, man? When did you get out of the service?" "Well, I'm doing fine, Barry. Been out going on seven years. But this is a bit awkward," I said. The interruption had been as confusing a moment for the two hotheads in their group as it had been for me. They were looking back and forth between us, trying to decide if they were still mad at me, or mad at Barry, or were just giving it up. "Oh, yeah. Uh, don't worry guys, Harrison is cool, Okay?" Barry said. "Dude, are you just in the area visiting or what?" "I've been up at the family place for the last few years since Pop died," I said. "Oh man, I'm sorry," Barry said. "But hey, can't believe we didn't run into each other until now. Who'd a thunk, huh? Here dude, you should come out to the clubhouse sometime. We'll grab some brews, catch a game or something." Barry pulled a crumpled matchbook out of his shirt pocket and handed it to me. The front had a WWII-style blonde pinup girl on a navy background with a white star behind her, invoking the flag. The Golden Beaver and an address was printed in tiny letters on the backside. It would have been a funnier innuendo if they weren't referencing the Oregon state flag. "Yeah, maybe," I said. "Come on, guys," Barry said, slapping his two hot head friends on the shoulders. "Let's get in line. Nice seeing you, Harrison." "Yeah, you too Barry," I said. And then shook my head as the five men headed back towards the end of the line. "What the fuck was that?" Erica asked me as I joined her back in line, and we moved up a couple spaces as the teen at the door let more people into the store. "Honestly, I thought I was about to spend the night in county lockup," I said. "Fuckin' Barry O." "He seemed like a fan of yours," Erica smirked. "Big high school football star, huh?" "I was a little above average at best," I said. "And I wasn't an idiot. Easy to look good when the rest of the team sucks." I looked down at the matchbook again and shook my head, showing it to Erica. She snorted and took it. "Is this real? Please tell me you aren't going to go join their little redneck club." "Not likely," I said. "It's a wannabe militia group. Bunch of swinging cocks with no sway." "What?" "Cause they're so small. It's a tiny penis joke." Erica smirked again and rolled her eyes. "You child. Can you do me a favor?" "What's that?" I asked. "Maybe, for the foreseeable future, you keep the whole Walking Tall routine to a minimum?" "I'm sorry, did you just make a Dwayne Johnson, early 2000s movie reference?" "Yeah, I did," Erica grinned. "What are you going to do about it?" "We need to get you to watch some better movies," I laughed. "Hey, son," the old man ahead of us said quietly. "Seriously, could you have taken those guys?" I glanced back at them at the end of the line, muttering to each other. "Probably, if I was right. If I got three of them, the other two wouldn't have done anything." "Heh. Would have liked to have seen that," the old man grinned. "Don't encourage him," Erica said. "He hasn't gotten into a fight on my watch yet, I don't want him to start now." "Yeah," I said. "But that's mostly because you're the one who usually starts throwing punches at the bar." "Hey, a guy gets handsy, I put him in his place," Erica shrugged. "No 'Walking Tall' shit, my ass," I snorted. "You two make a fine, rowdy couple," the old man said. "Oh, we're not a couple," Erica said. "Just friends," I said. "He's my brother's roommate," Erica clarified. "I'm just visiting." The old man raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "Alright. Well, maybe you two should consider toning down the flirting then. You're likely to attract bears with all the hormones you're putting out." "Erica, Erica! No, you cannot punch him," I said, holding her back. "Hey, Erica? Can we talk to you for a minute?" Erica looked up from her phone with a cocked eyebrow and a pensive smile. I immediately realized how weird and out of character our approach was. She was lounging on the couch in the living room, her sketchbook tossed to the side with a half-finished something scribbled out in frustration like she'd been trying to work but just couldn't get it right. I knew how she felt, having had the same frustrations ever since the quarantine had been announced. "Sure guys, what's up?" she asked. I let Leo sit down next to his sister on the couch as she sat up, and I took my usual chair. It had been my Father's up until he passed; I'd avoided it the first month after he died and I took over the family homestead. Then when my older sister Valerie and her family came to stay for that summer, she practically pushed me into it. 'It's just a chair,' became our catchphrase for the summer as we sorted through the belongings of our parents and grandparents. "I'm sorry," I said as I settled into the chair. "This is already coming off weird. Erica, it's nothing." "You're making it seem like it's something," Erica said. She turned to her twin. "What's going on?" Leo and Erica were both a couple of years older than me, but once you were into your early thirties that kind of stuff meant a lot less. Leo had the looks of a classic Italian paisan with thick dark hair, a hawk beak of a nose and bushy eyebrows. He was built thin and a little lanky, and was usually ready with an eager smile and word of encouragement for anyone he met. That's probably why we'd gotten along so well when we started rooming together; his positive attitude had been just what I needed coming out of the Army. Erica had a lot of the same features as her brother; the thick dark hair, the ready smile, the energetic sparkle in her eyes; but she also had a sensuality to her that I can't say I'd ever noticed in Leo. She was a little more patient, a little more sure of herself and willing to take charge of things. And that control went all the way to her fitness, as she hadn't let herself slide even through quarantine. Leo sighed. "No, it's nothing. Well, I mean I guess it's something, but it's not," "How about we just say it, instead of talking about talking about it?" I said. "Yeah," Erica nodded. "How about that?" "Well, uh, Harrison?" Leo looked at me, which I guess was fair considering this was my house at the end of the day. "Erica, we're almost a month into the quarantine now," I said. "I know that when we invited you down out of the city to stay with us, it was supposed to only be for a couple of weeks. 'Two weeks to flatten the curve' and all that shit. But things don't seem to be getting any better." "No, it's fine," Erica said, sitting up straighter in her seat and pulling away from her brother. "I know I've been imposing on you guys. It's fine, I can head back down to Portland and I'll just," "Jesus Christ, Erica," Leo said. "We're not kicking you out." "You're not?" she asked. I realized that she was clenching her fists in her lap so hard she was trembling slightly. "Not a shot, E," I said. "We just wanted to make sure that you knew we want you to stay as long as you want or need. We love having you here." For the first time in my life, I saw Erica's lower lip tremble. "Really?" she asked. Back in the city she was the manager of one of the most successful tattoo and piercing parlors in the state, herding artsy workers that acted like cats with constant access to catnip. Erica was firm but fair with her artists, managed a clientele that ran the gamut from rich and entitled assholes to meth'd out deadbeats, and kept her own skills sharp with constant discipline and practice. Every time we had hung out in the years before the quarantine, I'd always been struck by how forceful a personality she was; she could smack talk with the best of them, manhandle a drunk in a bar like an experienced bouncer, and laughed loud and full-bellied. Seeing her on the verge of tears was a shock, and I realized we probably should have had this talk two weeks ago. "Yes, of course we do," I said. "God, you're practically family, Erica. I don't think I could let you go back and stay in the city right now. We love you." The damn burst and as thick tears began to pour over her cheeks and streak her dark eyeliner she reached out and pulled Leo into a hug with one arm. She beckoned for me with the other and I crossed the space to wrap her up in a hug as well. "Thank you," she whispered quietly between us. "I know you guys wouldn't; but still. Everything going on out there, and the way the city is right now... I just didn't" "It's going to be fine," Leo said to his sister, squeezing her harder. "You'll see." She kissed him on the cheek, then turned and kissed me on the cheek as well. "Thank you." I gave her a bit of a squeeze in return. "We'll need to go get some more of your stuff, I guess. You only came down here with a duffle bag." She laughed. "God, yes," she said and tried to wipe her tears. "I can go up there. I could use some more underwear, ha-ha." "Too much information!" Leo said, releasing his sister. She sniffed hard to clear her nose and wiped her cheeks some more to clear her spilt makeup and tears. Erica had a sort of post-punk or light goth style, with thick eyeliner and soft but smoky eyeshadow. For someone in the tattoo business, she had relatively few piercings, just two in each earlobe and a single small, silver nose ring on one nostril. She made up for it with a pair of full sleeve tattoos on her arms and a collection of assorted smaller tattoos on her legs. "What, you don't want to hear about me sweating through my bras?" She laughed at her brother. "Come on, Leo, we're all adults here." I laughed at her teasing and she squeezed me to her with the one arm she still had around my shoulder. She turned and kissed me on the cheek again. "I can go down to the city by myself, you guys don't need to risk yourselves for me. All the news reports are saying this thing is extra dangerous for men." "No, we'll help," I said. "We don't know how long this thing will last, so we'll bring the pickup and you can bring your car. And if you get exposed, you'd bring it back here with you anyways, so we might as well try and do it as fast as possible. Three sets of hands will make things go easier." "Okay," she nodded, then with a last squeeze of my shoulders she eased away and stood up. "Okay. Well, damn, guys. This feels like a fucking weight lifted off my shoulders. I've felt like I've been overstaying my welcome, not that you guys did anything to make me think that. I just,” "It's fine," I said. "We understand." "I don't," Leo said. "You've been all up in my personal space since the dam womb. You never had a problem with it before now." "Come here, you twerp," Erica laughed, slapping her brother on the arm. "Alright, alright," I said. "Come on, children. Let's make a plan here. No time like the present, if we get everything ready we can head out tomorrow."   Leo and I had first become roommates when he sublet me a room as I came out of the military seven years ago and wanted to move back to the Portland area. Then, when my father passed and I needed to move back to the family property, Leo had been more than happy to come on up with me instead of trying to find someone new to take over my half of the house lease. The old ranch-style house I'd grown up in had plenty of room, and my mother had died a few years before Dad, so it worked out for both of us. Even before the quarantine was announced we'd both been working from the homestead; my freelance illustration and concept art gigs kept the bills and property tax under control and food on the table, and Leo had swapped to making artisanal furniture in his little shed workshop instead of the house framing and cabinetry he'd been trained in. The old barn made a decent new workshop for him after a couple of upgrades, and once I'd gotten a satellite installed for point-to-point internet service we were... Well, we hadn't exactly been living the technological dream, but we had what we needed. The drive down to Portland from the homestead outside Jewell took a bit over an hour and a half on a good day with moderate traffic. It only took us an hour, in the middle of the day. I drove my truck, the cover on over the bed, and Leo rode with Erica in her car. The highways were practically empty, and for a while the drive almost felt like just a beautiful day out; other than the thick sweater I was wearing, and the work gloves I'd duct taped to the cuffs. I also had a pair of bandanas hung around my neck, ski goggles sitting on the passenger seat, and the hood of my sweater pulled up. It was the middle of a hot spring and I was sweating my ass off in my own truck just in case of death by viral infection. Even in the last couple of weeks, all the messaging online from the Government about what to do for safety felt like it had been conflicting with itself constantly, and when Leo and Erica tried to do more research they couldn't even figure out which politician or government body to listen to, let alone find something useful and convincing. So we went all out. Driving through the suburbs was a bit of an experience. One neighborhood would be completely desolate, not a single person outside and everything locked up tight. The next would be full of people outside on the street, walking dogs and kids running around playing. Most of them had those medical masks on, but it looked like people were out on summer vacation or something. The neighborhood after that was mostly shut down like the first, but one of the houses easily had thirty vehicles parked around it and was hosting some sort of party going on in the front and back yard. Somehow, despite the world feeling so alien, I still found driving through the city even weirder. Getting into the urban center where Erica had a small apartment near the Tattoo Parlor was like we'd hit the end of the world. Even more than in the suburbs, the near complete lack of people was shocking. We could go entire city blocks without seeing another car, and then suddenly we'd come across a food delivery driver peddling down the middle of the city street on a bike. The only other motorized vehicles I saw were one dude on an electric scooter having the time of his life, and ambulances speeding down the streets with their lights running. They didn't even bother with the sirens. Crackle, crackle. "Hey, Harrison? You read me? Over." I picked up my handheld radio and pressed the button. "Yeah, I read you, Leo. Over." "So we need to take a detour. There's a bunch of stuff online about this Autonomous Zone thing. Protestors in the middle of the city. We're going to avoid it. Over." "Yeah, sounds good. I'll follow. Over and out." I shook my head. The protests had started about a week ago. Halfway across the country, a man had been shot by police; investigations were ongoing, but no one looked good in the situation. Not the cops, not the man, not even the bystanders who had filmed the whole thing instead of intervening. It was a shit show all around, and it had sparked protests that I could only assume were fueled by people feeling so trapped in their own lives. Portland, ever a liberal center of activism, had been a hotbed every night. Vigils and marches every afternoon and evening. Then the riots started at night. We drove down a couple of streets that looked like we'd left the United States behind and entered a foreign warzone. I'd seen streets in Kabul during my deployment that had looked similar; the only thing missing from the burned-out cars, graffiti and general detritus were bullet scars on the walls. Windows that weren't boarded over were smashed. Storefronts were burnt out, looted, or both. It took us an extra twenty minutes to drive all the way around the 'autonomous zone.' By the time we pulled up into the alley behind Erica's apartment building, I was feeling sick to my stomach. A pandemic. Riots. What was next, a natural disaster? I'd seen some of the world; not a lot, but enough. Some of the best and worst places. We were supposed to be better than this. Taking the back stairwell was part of the plan. We didn't want to draw any attention from people; for all that Portland was that liberal bed of activism I'd just been thinking about, it was also still an urban center plagued by theft, crime and people trying to take advantage of each other. With no one on the streets, I'd suggested that pulling up out front made us more of a target to people looking to cause trouble, or attracting the attention of overzealous police. I pulled my truck in next to Erica's car and hopped out. "Alright, make sure you lock up," I said. "Harri, please," Erica said, sliding down her own ski goggles over her eyes. We were all bundled up now, with multiple face coverings each. "I've lived in the city about eight times longer than you ever did. I know how to handle myself." "Yeah, I know," I said. "I'm just a little anxious." "It's fine, dude," Leo said. "Let's just get this done." Erica let us into the building, keying in through a back door, and up through the stairwell. We didn't see anyone on the way up, and she led us through the halls to her apartment. As she let us in, one of her neighbors opened their door and stuck their head out. "Erica? Dear, is that you?" It was a woman, maybe in her fifties. "Hey, Dianne," Erica said. "It's me. I'm just here to pick up some things, and I brought my brother and his roommate to help out." Dianne stepped fully out of her apartment. She was dressed comfortably and had her silvering blonde hair pulled back into a bun. Most notably, she wasn't wearing a mask or any other sort of personal protection. "It's so nice to see you, Erica!" she said. "It's been quiet up here the last few weeks. I have to say, I never thought I'd actually miss your early morning banging around, but I do." "Ah, Dianne," Erica said, holding up her hands. She was wearing rubber gloves, duct taped at the wrists to her sweater just like my work gloves were. "We really shouldn't get any closer than this." "Oh, dear, it's fine," Dianna said. "I've been cooped up in the apartment for a week now, the only person who comes over is Mr. Jones from 5C for coffee every few days. I'm sure you've been just as safe, living out of the city." "No, really Dianne," Erica said. "I don't mean to be rude, but we're only here to get some of my things and go. And I know Mr. Jones is probably lonely up there, but it's not safe for you two to get together for coffee. You should really just skype each other or something." "Oh, I already have to do that Zoomy thing to see my grandkids," Dianna scoffed. "But fine, fine. It's good to see you, dear. Try not to take things too seriously, it won't be good for your health." From inside Erica's apartment, I couldn't help but shake my head. "Dianne, maybe you need to take things more seriously," Erica said. "I'd hate if anything happened to you, but more importantly I'd hate for your grandkids to never get to see you again if you got sick." "Well, I guess..." Dianne trailed off. "Goodbye, Dianne. It was nice seeing you," Erica said in that tone of voice that was just shy of 'politely fuck off,' then followed Leo and me into her apartment and shut the door. "God, that woman," Erica said. She peeled down the pair of gaiters she was wearing over her face. The top layer was a winter covering Leo and I usually used in the middle of winter when we were snowmobiling, and the second was a much thinner one we used in the summer when A T Veeing. "We should be good in here, no one's come in since I left." I peeled down my bandanas and sighed. "I'm sure she's nice, but that lady needs a reality check." "I just hope she isn't someone else's reality check," Erica said. "Alright. I'm going to start in the bedroom. Leo, can you go through the living room and grab anything you think we might want in terms of DVDs and stuff? And Harrison, do you mind doing a check-over of the kitchen? I'm pretty sure I got rid of all the immediate perishables before I came down, but I might have missed some things that could've gone for a couple weeks." We split up and went to work. I cleaned out a few old condiments that Erica had missed and collected some canned and boxed food that would travel easily, along with some of the more specialty cooking equipment Erica had made of point of mentioning. I wasn't sure what an 'air fryer' did, but she made it sound like it was a gift from God, so I was willing to pack it up. "All done in the kitchen," I said, standing in the doorway to Erica's bedroom. She was rummaging in her closet. Her bed was covered in clothes and a couple of pieces of luggage, and everything looked like a mess. "Okay, hold on," she said, then she reappeared and dumped what looked like an entire department store's worth of bras out onto the bed. "Can you start packing this stuff up? Don't worry about folding or sorting it, I'll fix it all once we're back at your place. Then I can grab everything I need from the washroom and we'll be done." "Sure," I said, and we squeezed past each other so she could duck into the washroom. Once she was gone, I just chuckled and shook my head at the mess she'd already made. "I don't think this is all going to fit in these bags." I got to work, and soon three of the four pieces of luggage were stuffed full. That's when I made it to the pile of bras. I glanced out the door, and quickly picked up a fancy looking one and checked the tag. "Damn, Erica," I chuckled. It was obvious she was a busty girl, but 36E? I wouldn't have guessed. Then again, I wasn't exactly a bra aficionado. I wouldn't even know if I'd seen D's or E's or what, the sizing just sort of confused me enough that I couldn't care to look into it any further. I carefully began packing her daintier things into a bag, and below the bras was a pile of panties; and only a few of them seemed like they were designed for comfort and not show. There were strings, there was lace. I held a particular red number and shook my head again, trying to do my best not to imagine Erica wearing it and failing. I shoved it into the bag with the rest. "Incoming," Erica said, bustling back into the room with her arms full of canisters and bottles and all sorts of things from the bathroom. She dumped it all on top of the panties in the bag. "Usually I'd be a lot more organized with this," she sighed. "But I just feel... being in the city feels kinda gross right now." "Hmm, I feel it too," I said. I picked up the last handful of her underwear and put them on top of the cosmetics stuff. "Oh my God," Erica said, grabbing the bag from me. "I can't believe; God, this is embarrassing." She was grinning and her cheeks had heated up as she quickly zipped up the luggage and turned to me. "I didn't realize you'd work that fast." "Hey, I've seen ladies' underwear before," I laughed. "It's not a big deal." "Yeah, but you haven't seen my underwear," she chuckled along with me. "At least you saw the nice stuff. I left most of it here when I came down; wasn't exactly thinking about showing off the goods, ya know?" "Hey, anytime you want to show off, you just let me know," I laughed. "I tried not to pry, but some of them looked pretty hot." "Oh, my God," she said, face palming her embarrassment. Then her smile turned teasing. "Then again, we could always play you show me yours, I'll show you mine. I'm sure the girls would be happy for some more freedom around the house." She squished her upper arms together to pop out her chest a bit under her sweater. Now it was my turn to smirk and blush a little. I was just starting to try and figure out what to say when Leo came in from the front area of the apartment. "Think I'm about done up here," he said. "Anything else, sis?" Erica snickered and punched me in the arm. "That's probably it. I was just teasing Harrison about feeling' up my panties though." "Dude!" Leo said. "Oh, come on," I said. "You know I wouldn't." "Still..." Leo trailed off. "Whatever. Just leave my sister's granny panties alone." "You think I wear granny panties?" Erica said, then turned back to the bag and started unzipping it. "Well, let me just show you some of these..." "Nope, no, nada, nyet!" Leo said, covering his eyes with both hands and turning out of the room. "I do not need to know. Too much information for me!" Erica snorted and shook her head, re-zipping the bag. She winked at me and gave me another friendly punch on the arm. "Thanks again for helping with all of this, Harrison." "No problem at all, E," I assured her. "No, no," she said. "Seriously. Thank you. You guys didn't need to come out here; it feels sort of silly to say, but you're technically risking your lives for me right now." "Well, chivalry ain't dead yet, I guess," I said. "I guess not," she laughed. She leaned in and kissed my cheek. "It's nice. Just don't go making a habit of it, I don't need some White Knight savior act out of you or my brother." "Deal," I said. We got everything out into the front hallway of the apartment, and it ended up being more than we could hope to carry down in one trip. The end result was that we made the first trip down, started loading everything into the bed of the pickup, and while Leo and Erica went back up for another load I stayed down with the vehicles. The thing about inner cities, we'd all learned quickly when we originally moved in, was that you took a risk when you left things in your car. Well, if you had a car to begin with, but if you did and people could see in then it was likely your shit was going to get stolen. So there I was, sitting on the open back gate of my pickup with double bandanas over the bottom half of my face and ski goggles over the top, when two men rounded a corner further down the wide back alley and stopped. They looked at me and the cars. I looked at them. One of them was wearing a medical mask, while the other had a knit wool balaclava on with nothing but his eyes showing. I'd never really considered it before, what with us living out in the woods away from most people, but at that moment I realized how simple it must be to do crime when everyone was expected to wear masks. I watched them. They eyed up the vehicles. I stood up. They watched me do it. I slammed the gate of my truck shut. They watched me do it. I walked around to the passenger door of the truck cab, pulled out the hard case I had stowed under the seat, grabbed my Dad's old Colt 1911 and slid a magazine home. The men kept their eyes on me, not batting an eye even though I was now holding a loaded firearm. I leaned against the back of my truck and watched them right back. Eventually, Leo and Erica came back down and I didn't mention the men or the pistol, which I tucked onto the passenger seat of my truck while we were moving things around. I left the door open so that I could keep easy access. Erica and Leo went up for one last load, and I entered another long staring match with the two men. They hadn't moved and were about fifty yards away so I couldn't tell if they were talking to each other. I swear I must have been sweating bullets under my sweater and gloves and various masks. I don't know if my adrenaline had spiked like this since seeing combat while deployed. Not even the grocery store parking lot showdown a few weeks ago had been like this. Finally, Erica and Leo came down with the last load, we got everything stowed away, and got back into our vehicles. I took a moment to unload and re-stow my firearm, and as Erica and Leo pulled away in her car I watched as the two men came up the alley and entered Erica's apartment building through the door we had been using. Maybe they had just been waiting to use the door, playing it safe with us. Or maybe it was something else. I wouldn't ever know. It took three days for us to start feeling... safe wasn't the right word. 'Less apprehensive' is where I ended up landing. Coming back from the city had been as smooth as driving out, but once we were home we all had this feeling of being dirty. It felt silly even at the time, but we ended up hosing each other off outside with the garden hose before heading in to take some long, hot showers. Was that ineffective? Probably. Did it make us feel better? Maybe, a little. When none of us were showing any symptoms of getting sick by the third night back, we all decided to crash and start a new show together on Netflix that night after dinner. I ended up in the living room first and was starting to scroll through the menus to find something we might like when Erica came down the stairs in her own comfy clothes. She was wearing baggy, low-riding sweatpants and a black tank top that I very quickly realized was bouncing way more than usual with each of her steps down the stairs. Erica walked over to the TV sitting area and flopped down onto the couch across from me, absentmindedly reaching up and tying her hair back into a loose and messy bun. "What?" she asked me when she realized I was staring at her. "Nothing," I said. "You just... you look good. Like that." She rolled her eyes. "It's just makeup, Harrison." What she meant was she wasn't wearing any. For the first time ever, even including the month that she'd already been staying with us, I was seeing Erica without makeup on. It was sort of shocking, honestly; whatever magic she did in the mirror, with her kit, it was like she could change the very structure of her face. Usually, she had an almost angular predatory look, with sultry and smoky eyes and sharp cheekbones leading down to a perfect set of clean and bright red lips. Now she looked brighter, more girl-next-door. Sure there were imperfections; soft lines under her eyes, little freckles and blemishes that got hidden by foundation, but her eyes were brighter, and her smile was wholesome. "Just don't feel like you need to be anything but comfortable, E," I assured her. "I like this look on you." She sighed and gave me a smirk. "Alright, charmer. What are we watching?" I tossed her the remote and let her start scanning through the list of new shows. Besides her lack of makeup and apparent lack of a bra, she was still her usual self. Both of her arm sleeves were bared by the tank top; her left arm was a colorful splash of a dozen of her favorite Pokémon from the original 150, all water-themed. Her right was Star Wars themed and focused on a pinup Femme Boba Fett on her outer upper arm, along with a couple sexy lady Stormtroopers, a Princess Leia in the requisite golden slave bikini, and Padme in the ripped-up white arena fight outfit. Not to mention the Yoda on her inner forearm and chili Chewbacca just below her armpit on her bicep. Her tank top also showed off the two heart tattoos on either side of her clavicle, and the half-mandala tattoo that sat on the back of her neck at the hairline. Erica's legs, while currently covered by her sweats, were a more eclectic collection of random and unplanned tattoos dating back from her start in the industry; some were done by her own hand, others by fellow apprentices, and a few even by the apprentices she'd eventually trained over the years. "Heads up!" Leo said, bounding down the stairs in his own sweats and a hoodie, vaulting over the back of the sofa and landing heavily next to his twin sister. "Jesus Christ," Erica said, ducking away to narrowly avoid getting kicked in the back of the head. She turned and hit Leo in the shoulder. "Watch it, you monkey!" "Takes one to know one," Leo laughed, swiping away her hands as she tried to hit him again. Soon the two were involved in a swearing match as Erica was leaning over Leo, trying to tweak his ears and drop a wad of spit down on his face, while he tried to both ward off her hands and push her away at the same time. Their easy sibling rivalry and goofing off usually wasn't this physical, but it still had me laughing and wondering all the same. I'd never had that with my sister; she was about seven years older than me, so we hadn't ever had that sort of a relationship. To be honest, I was also a little interested in the sibling scrap because Erica's tits looked fucking great jostling and bouncing around in her tank top, and a part of me hoped a boob would pop out in the chaos. Unfortunately, I couldn't be so lucky and the duel ended with both of them panting, sitting next to each other, with no boob appearance. "What are we watching?" Leo asked. "I dunno, we hadn't picked yet," I said. "Let's watch this," Erica said, seemingly at random, and selected some sort of a baking show. "Aw man," Leo said. "These competition shows are always so scripted." "They make me hungry," I said. "Maybe I should start baking more." "Yes," Erica said. "Now we're watching every season just so you can get more good ideas like that, Harri." The show was easy to follow and clearly designed like every other Food Porn-style "reality" competition. Other than the deliciously described food, the only thing actually keeping my attention was the host. "She's hot," Erica said during one of the transition scenes, right after the host had finished showing the TV audience the differences between a mousse and whipped cream. It had involved a lot of whisking very fast. "Not my type, but I can see it," Leo said. "She's got too much of a Fifties Housewife vibe going on." "That's just because she's so proper British," Erica said. "Look at her, she's gorgeous. And fucking stacked under those pretty dresses. What do you think, Harri?" "I'm with you, I think she's definitely hot," I agreed. "And I really dig the accent." "I bet she's a fucking freak in bed, too," Erica said. "No way!" Leo argued with his sister. "Look at her. She's all syrup and sweetness. I bet she's dry as a desert down there, and you couldn't fit anything in due to the stick up her ass." "Nuh-uh," Erica shook her head. "I'd put money on her having a filthy mouth off-screen. Just swears like a fucking sailor. And,  Hmm, I bet she probably says she's straight, but has plenty of experience with girls from her Prep School days." "Sure," I laughed along. "Makes perfect sense. Anything else?" "I bet she's got a cum fetish," Erica said. "Look at her eyes when she's talking about glazing. She's practically creaming her conservative little dress. And she definitely likes a cheeky finger up the bum to really set her off." All of us were laughing now, and the conversation faded as we struggled to get control of our giggles. By the time the first episode was over, we were hooked despite the silly concept, and let it play. We got four episodes in before Erica called it quits. "That's enough for me tonight, boys," she said, yawning and stretching her arms wide. Her right arm rubbed roughly against Leo's face on purpose, just to bug him as he pulled away. "I'm off to bed. Good night!" She bounced up off the couch and made for the stairs, her hips swiveling in her low-waisted sweats. They'd ridden lower, and she was showing a bit of a whale tail with her lace thong panties peeking over the waistline. "Dude," Leo said, snapping my vision from his sister as she walked up the stairs. "Uh," I hummed, and slowly raised both arms in an awkward shrug. "What do you want me to do?" "Just... don't make it a thing," he sighed, then flopped over onto his side. "She's my sister. You wanna watch Deadpool?" Visitors The rumble, sputter and hum of the approaching ATV broke my concentration as it cut through the quiet warbling of my shitty Bluetooth speaker long before Leo pulled around the trail bend. The thick foliage up here in the foothills, far at the back end of my family property, created a weird dampening effect so I hadn't heard him until he was almost on top of me. The rumble cut through the thick greenery now and was followed by the crunching of the tires biting into th

In this episode, Ken Lain The Mountain Gardener, shares how to organically control snails, slugs, and ants the easy way. From starting with healthy plants to the best pest control products, Ken Lain shares all you need to know about eliminating pests without harming desirable garden life or the environment.Listen to Mountain Gardener on Cast11: https://cast11.com/mountain-gardener-with-ken-lain-gardening-podcast/Follow Cast11 on Facebook: https://Facebook.com/CAST11AZFollow Cast11 on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/cast11_podcast_network/

Ep 74---From London life to Boyle local, Kathleen and her partner, Andy, built one of Ireland's most unique children's clothing brands, “Slugs & Snails” from their kitchen table.In this episode, we chat about:✨ The rise of Slugs & Snails and the unisex tights revolution

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This week, we discuss a range of pet queries, from excessive panting to high blood pressure to the risks of eating slugs and snails to parasite control in cats that eat small prey.

In this richly reflective and gently irreverent episode of The Forest School Podcast, Lewis and Wem are joined once again by artist and activist Ruth Webb of The Lost Giants. From slug cohabitation to giant curlews, this episode weaves together humour, art, neurodivergence, community ritual, and the slippery intersections between protest and play. Together, the trio explore how masks and costumes can invite unmasking, how children become wild elements in the woods, and how activism might flourish through joy rather than solemnity. They also dive into the role of “fooling,” go-betweens, and teasers in processions, and examine how these ancient roles can create safety, connection, and transformation. As they near the end, a moving conversation about hopelessness, beauty, and finding meaning in collective creation becomes a quiet ritual of its own.⏱ Chapter Timings:00:00 – Slugs, pets, and cross-species adoption01:41 – Giants, Ghost Woods, and the mysterious new slug beast06:00 – Masking, unmasking, and slipping into forest school skins09:25 – Becoming more-than-human through imaginative embodiment13:15 – How communities prepare to meet a giant15:05 – Dancers, go-betweens, and the art of fooling22:00 – Activism, humour, and the risks of misreading the tone26:21 – Protest, presence, and the potential of artistic action32:35 – Giant curlews, media coverage, and public perception36:49 – Community, celebration, and the quiet resistance of joy

No, I don't have any particular aversion to your run-of-the-mill slug. Yes, I have a strong aversion to your average able-bodied, take advantage of Uncle Sam kind of slug.

In this episode, Graham unravels Operation Endgame - the surprisingly stylish police crackdown that is seizing botnets, mocking malware authors with anime videos, and taunting cybercriminals via Telegram.Meanwhile, Carole exposes the AI-generated remote hiring threat. Could your next coworker be a North Korean hacker with a perfect LinkedIn?And BBC cyber correspondent Joe Tidy joins us to talk about "Ctrl-Alt-Chaos", his new book diving into the murky world of teenage hackers, ransomware gangs, and the strange motivations that lie behind digital mayhem.Plus: competitive pond husbandry, dead slugs, Hitster the board game, and a shoutout to the AI startup that hijacked Graham's SEO.All this and more is discussed in episode 423 of the "Smashing Security" podcast by cybersecurity veterans Graham Cluley and Carole Theriault - it's like a cauldron of life... but for cybersecurity.Warning: This podcast may contain nuts, adult themes, and rude language.Episode links:Operation Endgame.Ctrl+Alt+Chaos.Lizard Squad Member: Why I Took Down Xbox and PlayStation - YouTube.Reckoning With the Rise of Deepfakes - The Regulatory Review.Deepfake interviews: Navigating the growing AI threat in recruitment and organizational security - Fast Company. Why Your Hiring Process is Now a Cybersecurity Vulnerability - Pindrop.Best Practices for Defeating Deepfake Candidate Fraud - Dice Hiring.Phanpy - A minimalistic opinionated Mastodon web client.How to make a mini pond - Gardener's World.Hitster board game.Smashing Security merchandise (t-shirts, mugs, stickers and stuff)Sponsored by:Vanta– Expand the scope of your security program with market-leading compliance automation… while saving time and money. Smashing Security listeners get $1000 off!Flare- Uncover the latest threats across the dark web and Telegram. Start your free trial today.Trelica by 1Password - Access Governance for every SaaS app. Discover, manage, and optimize access for any of your SaaS apps - whether managed or unmanaged.SUPPORT THE SHOW:Tell your friends and colleagues about “Smashing Security”, and leave us a review on

Danielle and Sam are on still on summer break this month, so please enjoy another rerun for some more Spook Retorts in June. We'll see you in next with brand new nonsense! Spook Retorts is back, and this week Sam shares the 1988 cult horror movie Slugs! When people start dying in mysterious ways in a small town, it's up to county health inspector Mike Brady to uncover the mystery. Why is it up to the health inspector to do this? That is among the many, many questions this movie steadfastly refuses to answer or even acknowledge. Anyway, Mike Brady first encounters the slugs' work when he is called to help evict an old drunk. Why he was called to assist in an eviction is yet another mystery. The man, they find, has been reduced to a bloody skeleton, and it's not long before more bodies show up. Mike eventually enlists the help of generic movie scientist John in his burgeoning murder slug theory, since John is an expert on slugs, and also everything else. It's about halfway into the movie when Danielle and special guest Filip start to wonder how a slug invasion could be remotely threatening. Unfortunately, neither Sam nor the movie is able to demonstrate any way in which slugs could be threatening. Nevertheless, the slugs' body count continues to rise, mostly by catching people who aren't paying attention during sex, or by causing people to blow up their greenhouses/meth labs. So join us for this Spook Retorts romp into B-move fun as we see if an ordinary town can survive the slugs! Spoiler: the ultimate solution to the slug threat does way more death and destruction than the slugs ever would have. Keep an ear out for a soon-to-be released Mind Duck Books episode where Filip, Danielle, and Sam all discuss the book Slugs on which this movie was based. Find Mind Duck Books on Twitter @mindduckbooks, Instagram @mindduckbooks, and listen wherever you get your podcasts.

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Brett and Ariya give their instant reaction to FSU's 10-3 win over Mississippi State.

Dax and Reed accept the mission as we unmask Mission: Impossible - The Final Reckoning and discuss Friendship, Pee-wee as Himself, Untold: The Fall of Favre, Airport, Black Mirror: Season 7 and The Rehearsal finale. 0:00 - Intro 25:05 - Review: Mission: Impossible - The Final Reckoning 1:10:35 - What We Watched: Friendship, Slugs, Untold: The Fall of Favre, Untold: The Liver King, Sneaky Links: Dating After Dark, Rogue One: A Star Wars Story, Shameless, Werner Herzog: Radical Dreamer, Pee-wee as Himself, Airport, The Rehearsal, Andor, Black Mirror 2:00:35 - This Week on DVD, Blu-ray and VOD 2:03:05 - Outro 2:10:45 - Spoiler Discussion: Mission: Impossible - The Final Reckoning

Zev Feldman, a.k.a. the “Jazz Detective,” has turned his crate-digging passion into a career: He tracks down previously unreleased recordings and jumps through the necessary hoops to get them released, often in lavish packages for his label, Resonance Records. This past Record Store Day featured such Feldman finds as live albums from Bill Evans, Freddie Hubbard, Kenny Dorham and Charles Mingus plus a limited-edition double album of previously unreleased Patsy Cline performances, Imagine That: The Lost Recordings (1954-1963). Feldman also co-produced last year's incendiary Blue Note release from McToy Tyner and Joe Henderson, Forces of Nature: Live at Slugs. In this expansive conversation, Feldman tells his Jazz Detective origin story and describes how he finds these recordings (or vice versa), he gets specific about the importance of Record Store Day and these projects' tight margins, and he reveals his white whales. (Photo by Jean-Louis Atlan.)

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If you could be one of those animals, or let's say for a minute you had to be one of those animals, which would you be?

Episode 605 – The Veg Grower Podcast After a whirlwind week travelling the country with Lee Connolly (aka the Skinny Jean Gardener) and his brother Dale, I'm finally back in the potting shed—albeit with a few snapped cabbages and a whole lot more inspiration. This week's podcast is a mix of travel tales, allotment updates, and a fantastic interview with Andy from Hotbin. We're also talking chickens, cucumbers, and how kids are the future of gardening. Touring with 10,000 Budding Gardeners Last week I joined Lee and Dale on a mission to get 10,000 children gardening. We visited schools all over the UK, delivering high-energy seed sowing sessions filled with laughter, dancing, and even a few water pistols. The highlight? Seeing children leave with big smiles and wildflower seeds in their pockets. But it wasn't all sunshine and spuds. A visit to the Royal School for the Deaf opened my eyes to just how inaccessible our audio-based content can be. It's made me think seriously about making the podcast more inclusive. Suggestions welcome. And then there was the visit to the iconic Blue Peter Garden… I won't spoil the video (coming soon on Lee's YouTube channel), but let's just say the vege patch didn't quite live up to childhood memories. Back on the Plot: Mulch, Mayhem & A Greenhouse Surprise Returning to the allotment after a week away is always a mixed bag. Thanks to good pre-trip watering and some faithful mulching, most of the crops survived—broad beans, potatoes, onions, and garlic all doing well. The big jobs this week? Planting out the squashes, courgettes, pumpkins, tomatoes, and peppers. I'd delayed them due to frost warnings and dryness—and it looks like that was the right call. Chef Scott lost half his squashes to a rogue frost! My greenhouse, however, was the biggest surprise. The cucumbers and tomatoes in the autopots had tripled in size while I was away! It just goes to show how reliable that watering system is, even in warm weather. Chickens, Slugs & Sustainability We had a great message from listener Laura in West Yorkshire this week, who asked about chickens and whether I'd ever keep bees or other animals. So this episode includes a little segment on what it's like keeping chickens in the garden. Spoiler alert: I wouldn't be without them. From eggs to pest control to rich compostable manure, chickens offer so many benefits. But they do require care, especially when you go away, and can be destructive if left to free-range during planting season! Bees and ducks are on my “maybe someday” list—but for now, chickens remain my top pick for productive pets. This Week's Recipe: Gluten-Free Rhubarb Crumble Chef Scott returns with a seasonal treat—rhubarb crumble with a twist. This version is gluten-free but packed with flavour. Head to the blog to find the full recipe and give it a try with your latest rhubarb haul. Question of the Week:Do you garden with your children—or grandchildren? What are your tips for getting kids interested in growing food? I'd love to hear your stories. Leave a comment below or drop me a message. Until next time,Richard

Ariya comes to you live from the Durham Bulls Athletic Park after FSU beat Duke 14-7 in the ACC Tournament Quarterfinals. This pod breaks down the win, the offensive outburst, better overall plate apperances, and the fireworks from Myles Bailey in support of Jamie Arnold. He also gives a quick RPI update, thoughts on the quest for a Top 8 Seed, as well as why a win over UNC in the Semifinals could give the Noles the edge over the Tar Heels on Selection Monday.

Send us a textFarmer Fred and Debbie Flower share tips for managing pests like whiteflies and slugs, highlighting organic solutions and beneficial insects to help you reclaim your garden.Previous episodes, show notes, links, product information, and transcripts at the home site for Garden Basics with Farmer Fred, GardenBasics.net. Transcripts and episode chapters also available at Buzzsprout.  Now on YouTube (audio) Pictured: Whiteflies on a Citrus Leaf (Photo: Flickr/epitree)Links:“Beyond the Garden Basics” Newsletter  This week's edition: Controlling Slugs in Mulch. By becoming a paid subscriber, you're helping support the newsletter and this podcast. Thank You!Dave Wilson Nursery https://www.davewilson.com/home-garden/Plants That Attract Beneficial InsectsThe Good Bug HotelBeneficial Insects for Whitefly ControlWhitefly Control Product - Bug Buster OSluggo for Snail and Slug ControlSluggo Plus for Snail, slug, and earwig controlOther Slug/Snail Control ProductsEarwig Control Tips from UCANRAll About Farmer Fred: GardenBasics.net“Beyond the Garden Basics” NewsletterFarmer Fred website: http://farmerfred.comThe Farmer Fred Rant! Blog http://farmerfredrant.blogspot.comFacebook:  "Get Growing with Farmer Fred" Instagram: farmerfredhoffman https://www.instagram.com/farmerfredhoffman/Blue Sky: @farmerfred.bsky.socialFarmer Fred Garden Minute Videos on YouTube As an Amazon Associate, I earn from qualifying purchases from possible links mentioned here.Got a garden question? • Leave an audio question without making a phone call via Speakpipe, at https://www.speakpipe.com/gardenbasics• Call or text us the question: 916-292-8964. • Fill out the contact box at GardenBasics.net• E-mail: fred@farmerfred.com Thank you for listening, subscribing and commenting on the Garden Basics with Farmer Fred podcast and the Beyond the Garden Basics Newsletter.

Ken Crowther talks to Chris Cheswright a keen grower of hostas in his Essex garden and a member of the Essex Hardy Plant Society. Ken and Chris then discuss slug control with Dave Gillam from Abercorn Plant and Garden Centre. Dave explains how to protect dahlias from slug damage using pellets. For more information on the Essex Hardy Plant Society: https://bit.ly/4dnVLbJ #gardeningtips #garden #flowers #dhalias #hostas == We're delighted to have Gro-rite Horticulture sponsoring World Radio Gardening, find out about automatic pot watering systems available for mail order delivery: bit.ly/3wCPyHy Also, don't forget – if you like what we do, why not tip Ken and team with a coffee – Buy us a coffee (bit.ly/48RLP75) – as a thank you for the work done to bring this website to life.

In this episode, Drs. Shruti Javali and Adnaan Edun speak with Drs. Maryal Concepcion and Jeannine Rodems live from the CAFP All Member Advocacy Meeting to talk about Direct Primary Care (DPC), what DPC is, how it works with the patient relationship, and resources available for any family physician look at DPC as a potential career. Guests: Maryal Concepcion, MD, FAAFP is a board-certified rural family physician dedicated to serving patients in Northern California since 2012 and Calaveras County since 2015. Passionate about community-focused medicine, she provides comprehensive care for patients of all ages, from infants and expectant mothers to children and adults, including in-office procedures. Jeannine Rodems, MD, FAAFP is a board-certified family medicine physician who brings more than 25 years of experience to Santa Cruz Direct Primary Care. She is a graduate of UC Santa Cruz (go Slugs!), and completed her medical degree at the UCLA School of Medicine with her residency through the UCLA Family Medicine Residency program. She has been an active member of the local physician community in Santa Cruz County for several years. She has been the past president of the Santa Cruz County Medical Society. She has been very active with the California Academy of Family Physicians, having been a previous member of their board of directors, and served as a past president of the Santa Cruz – Monterey — San Benito CAFP Chapter. Shruti Javali, MD is family medicine physician who sees patients of all ages with a specific focus on obstetrics and women's health. In addition to each patient's medical condition, her approach also incorporates whole-person care, considering factors such as nutrition, exercise and work/life balance. Dr. Javali earned her medical degree from Saba University School of Medicine in the Dutch Caribbean and undergraduate degree from McMaster University in Hamilton, Canada. She completed her family medicine residency through Michigan State University at Mercy Health Grand Rapids in Michigan. Adnaan Edun, MD is a board-certified family medicine physician who provides preventive care, such as wellness checks, physicals, health counseling and more, he treats patients with chronic and complex conditions, including obesity, hypertension and depression. Growing up, Dr. Edun became interested in pursuing a career in healthcare as he watched his mother continue to increase her nursing knowledge by studying at home. That interest was solidified when he had open heart surgery, after which he saw healthcare through a different lens. The experience shaped his desire to study medicine and impacts how he provides care with compassion. Dr. Edun also is interested in global and rural medicine and learning about how medicine is practiced around the world. He has participated in medical trips to Peru, Guatemala and Kenya and hopes to continue to share his healthcare knowledge with other underserved communities in the future. Rob Assibey, MD, FAAFP (he/him) identifies as Ghanaian American. Dr. Assibey is the Associate Program Director at San Joaquin General Hospital Family Medicine Residency Program. He practices full spectrum family medicine with an emphasis on street medicine, addiction medicine, SNF. Dr. Assibey is the District 8 Director on the CAFP Board, and a member of the JEDI Committee. Resources: CAFP Direct Primary Care information - www.familydocs.org/dpc  CAFP's New Physician Toolkit - www.familydocs.org/nptoolkit  AAFP Direct Primary Care - https://www.aafp.org/family-physician/practice-and-career/delivery-payment-models/direct-primary-care.html  DPC Summit (July 24-27, 2025) - https://www.dpcsummit.org/home.html  CaliDPC - www.calidpc.com  Inaugural CaliDPC Docs Summit (June 7-8, 2025) - https://www.calidpc.com/resources  The Family Docs Podcast is hosted by Rob Assibey, MD, FAAFP.   The Family Docs podcast is developed, produced, and recorded by the California Academy of Family Physicians. The views and opinions expressed in this program are those of the speakers and do not necessarily reflect the views or positions of any entities they represent or the California Academy of Family Physicians. More information at www.familydocs.org/podcast. Visit the California Academy of Family Physicians online at www.familydocs.org. Follow us on social media: Twitter - https://twitter.com/cafp_familydocs  Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/cafp_familydocs  Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/familydocs 

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Paul Hoynes and Joe Noga break down the Guardians' frustrating weekend series against Philly. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This episode Sarah must pick from Slugs (1988) Dir by Juan Paquer Simón, Night of the Creeps (1986) Dir by Fred Dekker and Slither (2006) Dir by James Gunn. Also Carlos ponders the age old question of Man or Bear? TW: Italian defamation, slug slander and hodophobia.Music by Karl Casey

Movie Meltdown - Episode 642 (For our Patreon "Horror Club") Listen as the Meltdown Horror Club comes together to discuss Dead & Buried directed by Gary Sherman and featuring James Farentino, Melody Anderson, Jack Albertson and Robert Englund.  And while we're dropping off our film, we also mention… The Dead Don't Die, Mikey Madison,  Longlegs, The Banana Splits, Slugs, filming people, Scouts Guide to the Zombie Apocalypse, Scream 7, witchcraft/voodoo teacher, Superbad meets Shaun of the Dead, Oscar-winning slashers, Christopher Lee, taking photos, public domain horror, Grandpa Joe, wrapped up like a mummy, Jim Jarmusch, putting things through the telefax, Chico and the Man, knock-off markers and what the hell is wrong with Christopher Robin.  Spoiler Alert: Full spoilers for the 1981 movie “Dead & Buried”, so go watch the movie before you listen. “Yeah this movie makes sense as long as you don't think about it.”

Gareth O'Brien, Asset Strategy Technical Lead with Uisce Éireann, on why they're reminding people to be mindful if they are using chemical spray near water sources.

Today we welcome Kirsty McInnes onto the R2Kast!

Send Me A Message!! The weather's dramatic shift from perfect spring warmth to a chaotic mix of snow, torrential rain, hail, and wind serves as a powerful reminder that April gardening requires vigilance and protection strategies. This sudden weather whiplash threatens newly planted seedlings and emerging growth after weeks of productive sowing and planting.Hardening off becomes crucial during these transitional periods. Whether using a cold frame to gradually introduce outdoor conditions or bringing trays in and out daily, this process gives seedlings their best chance of survival when weather turns hostile. Bio-netting and enviro-mesh provide essential protection against April's weather extremes while still allowing airflow and moisture to reach your plants. Creating proper hoop supports prevents protective coverings from damaging tender growth during wind events.Beyond weather challenges, spring brings opportunistic pests. Pigeons swoop in to feast on brassicas and lettuces when little else is available in the natural landscape. Slugs and snails emerge with increasing moisture levels, particularly threatening dahlias and hostas as they first peek through the soil. For warm-season crops like tomatoes, daily gentle brushing of foliage triggers stem-strengthening hormones that create more resilient plants before their final move to polytunnels.Understanding your local last frost date allows proper timing for heat-loving crops while implementing these protection strategies ensures continuous harvests through proper succession planting. These simple yet effective techniques transform vulnerable spring plantings into resilient, productive garden plots despite April's weather rollercoaster.Share your gardening journey or questions through social media - I'm active on Instagram, Facebook and TikTok! The podcast is also available weekly on YouTube. Have a specific gardening question? Message me on any platform, and I'll address it in an upcoming episode. Happy gardening!Support the showIf there is any topic you would like covered in future episodes, please let me know. Email: info@mastermygarden.com Master My Garden Courses: https://mastermygarden.com/courses/Check out Master My Garden on the following channels Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/mastermygarden/ Instagram @Mastermygarden https://www.instagram.com/mastermygarden/ Until next week Happy gardening John

Thursday, Open the Door for Three at the Canaan Institute, Roomful of Teeth in the Cornell Concert Series at Bailey Hall, and Ithakaraoke with a Live Band at Deep Dive. Friday, London McDaniel at the Antlers, Tru Bleu is at 23 North in the Small Mall, Marty Stuart and his Fabulous Superlatives at the State Theatre, and Bad Bloom with Raindrop, Collector, Cobra Cadaver, and Slugs at Angry Mom Records. For your Saturday, the Newfield Public Library Book Sale, a Jewelry Sale at the First Baptist Church, the Monster Record Fair at the Ithaca Downtown Conference Center, and a Climate Fair at New Roots Charter School. Then a Spaghetti Supper at the Groton City Church, Jeremiah Craig at Summerhill Brewing, Chris Noyes at the Cranberry Coffeehouse, Mark Normand at the State Theatre, Steven Page at the Smith Opera House in Geneva, and MJT with After Six at Deep Dive. Sunday, the King Ferry Fire Department Chicken BBQ and Modern Western Square Dancing at the Lansing Community Center! Monday, Cookbook Club at the Newfield Public Library. Tuesday, Femme Frequencies at Deep Dive. Wednesday, Jazz Night at Brookton's Market, Wednesday open mic night at the Nocturnal Cafe, formerly Sacred Root, and the [...]

The boys return, sleep deprived and almost insane. Prepare yourself for tales of Easter Slugs, Centaur sex and Josh's totally awesome one of a kind action figure!

As gardeners, we understand the deep connection between people and the planet. The choices we make in our own green spaces – no matter how small – can ripple outward, creating real impact. This Earth Day, ecological home grower Poppy Okotcha invites us into her world of regenerative gardening. Dr. Hayley Jones explores how welcoming all creatures – even the less popular ones – can nurture a thriving, balanced ecosystem. And campaigner Russell Ball shows us simple, powerful ways to give our urban trees the care and attention they deserve. Host: Jenny Laville Contributors: Poppy Okotcha, Dr Hayley Jones, Russell Ball Links: A Wilder Way: How Gardens Grow Us Poppy Okotcha RHS Slugs: Friend or Foe?: Know Your Slugs and Learn to Live With Them How to stop slugs and snails: what works? Slugs and Snails advice Strangling Tree Ties #FreeTheTree Fund4Trees

Our best Diehard deal! Just $3 A Month https://www.gophnx.com/intro-offer-youtube Chaos was created by the Diamondbacks as they completed the three-game sweep over the Marlins on Thursday. Corbin Carroll nabbed multiple bases, Pavin Smith flexed his power, and Eduardo Rodriguez was dealing as the Snakes completed their first series sweep this season. Derek joins the show from Las Vegas and we have more on the series, the Diamondbacks stealing 5+ bases for the first time in nearly two years, and a look ahead at their upcoming duel with the Cubs in Chicago. Join Derek, Damon, and Kevin for the PHNX Diamondbacks Postgame Show LIVE!! An ALLCITY Network Production SUBSCRIBE to our YouTube: https://bit.ly/phnx_youtube ALL THINGS PHNX: http://linktr.ee/phnxsports MERCH https://store.allcitynetwork.com/collections/phnx-locker ALLCITY Network, Inc. aka PHNX and PHNX Sports is in no way affiliated with or endorsed by the City of Phoenix PHNX Events: Get your tickets to PHNX events and takeovers here: https://gophnx.com/events/ bet365: https://www.bet365.com/hub/en-us/app-hero-banner-1?utm_source=affiliate&utm_campaign=usapp&utm_medium=affiliate&affiliate=365_03485317 Use the code PHNX365 to sign up, deposit $10 and bet $5 to get $150 in bonus bets! Disclaimer: Must be 21+ and physically located in AZ. If you or someone you know has a gambling problem and wants help, call 1-800-NEXT-STEP, text NEXTSTEP to 53342 or visit https://problemgambling.az.gov/ Branded Bills: Use code PHNX at https://www.brandedbills.com/ for 20% off your first order! The D-backs are hosting Golf Night on Monday, May 5th vs. the Mets. Purchase a Special Event ticket package through the special link and receive a game ticket and a limited-edition D-backs rope hat courtesy of Branded Bills! https://www.gofevo.com/event/Dbacks6165 Gametime: Download the Gametime app, create an account, and use code PHNX for $20 off your first purchase. Terms apply. Circle K: Join Inner Circle for free by downloading the Circle K app today! Head to https://www.circlek.com/store-locator to find Circle Ks near you! Monarch Money: Use Monarch Money to get control of your overall finances with 50% off your first year at https://www.monarchmoney.com/phnx Waymo: Download the Waymo One App and Ride Today! https://apps.apple.com/us/app/waymo-one/id1343524838; https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.waymo.carapp Carol Royse Team: To buy/sell your home, call Carol Royse at 480-776-5231 or visit carolroyseteam.com All Pro Shade Concepts: Call 623-204-1476 or visit https://allproshadeconcepts.com/ now to schedule your free estimate! When you shop through links in the description, we may earn affiliate commissions. Copyright Disclaimer under section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for “fair use” for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, education and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. #dbacks #diamondbacks #arizonadiamondbacks #mlb #zacgallen #corbincarroll #ketelmarte #mlbtheshow #mlbtraderumors #tradedeadline #traderumors #allstargame

This month's Good Patron Challenge is to REALLY listen to a concept album! Plus Garret brings you the scoop on the latest crowdfunding campaigns.- - - SPOTLIGHT CAMPAIGN - - - * The Lost Dogs - Trick of the Light* https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/thelostdogs/the-lost-dogs- - - OTHER CAMPAIGNS - - - *Slugs & Bugs - Sunday Songs https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/slugsandbugs/slugs-and-bugs-sunday-songs*Constanza Herrero - Home https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/constanzaherrero/album-home*Alisha Eich - 6 song EP https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/alisha-eich-i-m-making-a-new-short-album#/*Jered McKenna - 2nd Worship Album https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/jeredmckenna/jereds-2nd-worship-music-album*Adam Whipple - 5 Hills https://www.gofundme.com/f/5-hills-an-album-for-the-smoky-mountains*Christian Fambrough - Devotion https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/christianfambrough/devotion-a-new-worship-album-0*Various Artists - From Dayton With Love...From Others: A Tribute To Morella's Forest https://pacifico.bandcamp.com/album/from-dayton-with-love-from-others-a-tribute-to-morellas-forest*Focused - Devil's Kiss https://focused-sfhc.bandcamp.com/album/devils-kiss*Kings X & Swirling Eddies & Rev Edward Daniel Taylor https://boonesoverstock.com/collections/pre-orders*Morgan Cryar - Fuel on the Fire https://girdermusic.com/products/morgan-cryan-fuel-on-the-fire-cd-button-bundle-remastered-collectors-edition-8-page-booklet-sleeve-ltd-collector-card*Joshua Leventhal - Tapiseri Vol 1 https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/joshualeventhal/tapiseri-volume-1-a-new-album-from-joshua-leventhal*Sower Project - I Want to See Clearly https://www.sowerproject.com/USA Tariff impact for creators - https://updates.kickstarter.com/navigating-tariffs-and-shipping-costs-tips-for-kickstarter-creators/- - - CREDITS - - - * Host/Producer - Garret Godfrey* Executive Producer - Dave Trout*Playlist of over 100 great artists all with under 10K monthly listeners - https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4kVNh7DVpO5eoMssGS2Lmi?si=eb1bb0f5aa5c487c * UTR's Critics' Picks Playlist - https://utrmedia.org/cp0225* Good Patron's email newsletter - https://utrmedia.us14.list-manage.com/subscribe?u=85113034823cd07c83d277cad&id=ca2fe47e5d *All the socials - https://linktr.ee/goodpatronpodcast * Email: goodpatronpodcast@gmail.com * All songs used are with permission or under fair use provisions(c) 2025 UTR Media. All Rights Reserved. A 501(c)(3) non-profit org - info at https://utrmedia.org

Send us a textHello Fellow Airgun Geeks, Join us for an action-packed discussion with Bill and Pat from The Airgun Geeks as they dive into using slugs for competitive shooting and their game plan for the upcoming Airgun Challenge at Ancient City, representing Palm Beach Airguns! We also sit down with AGM Global to explore their cutting-edge thermal scopes, perfect for night vision, predator hunting, and pest removal. Whether you're into airguns, pellet guns, marksmanship, or competitive shooting, this video is loaded with insights to level up your skills. Don't miss the tips, tech, and excitement—hit that subscribe button and join the airgun community!#AirgunGeeks #AirgunChallenge #CompetitiveShooting #ThermalScopes #AGMGlobal #PalmBeachAirguns #Airguns #PelletGuns #Marksmanship #NightVision #PredatorHunting #PestRemoval #AirgunCommunity #ShootingSports #AncientCitySupport the show

Renowned archivist & record producer Zev Feldman, "The Jazz Detective", returns to discusses the Record Store Day 2025 releases of lost jazz recordings from Freddie Hubbard, Charlie Mingus, Bill Evans, Patsy Cline & more!  Topics Include: Introduction of Zev Feldman, nicknamed "the jazz detective" Status of finding lost jazz recordings - feeling optimistic Live recordings create a "renaissance" for jazz enthusiasts Concern about aging jazz colleagues with undiscovered tapes Feldman works with multiple record labels simultaneously Record companies are selective about which projects to release Concerns about tariffs affecting vinyl manufacturing costs Vinyl jazz releases often operate on slim profit margins Resonance Records uses Canadian pressing plant Le Vinylist Six Record Store Day releases coming from Feldman Patsy Cline "Imagine That" was most difficult release to assemble Patsy Cline release required coordinating multiple rights holders Country Music Hall of Fame involved in Patsy Cline project Feldman's personal connection to record stores and vinyl collecting Freddie Hubbard "On Fire" recorded at Blue Morocco (1967) Bernard Drayton engineered the Blue Morocco recordings Blue Morocco club owned by Sugar Hill Records founders Kenny Dorham recordings from same Blue Morocco venue Dorham's recordings especially rare and significant to Feldman Dorham was also a writer who contributed to DownBeat magazine Charles Mingus in Argentina - recordings from 1977 concerts Second Argentina concert added due to popular demand Mingus recordings made less than year before his ALS diagnosis Wes Montgomery with Wynton Kelly Trio reissue with new mastering Original Montgomery release now selling for $100+ in stores Time machine question - which historic jazz gig to attend Discussion of legendary venue Slugs and its important shows Feldman's collection of music memorabilia and venue posters Bill Evans live in Finland recordings (1964-1969) Feldman's 13th Bill Evans production with the Evans Estate Finland recordings feature three different Evans trio lineups Record Store Day helping introduce Evans to younger audiences Plans for Record Store Day Black Friday releases Value of releasing previously unheard music versus reissues EXTENDED, Commercial free, high resolution version of this podcast is available at: www.Patreon.com/VinylGuide Photo by Jean-Louis Atlan Listen on Apple: https://apple.co/2Y6ORU0 Listen on Spotify: https://spoti.fi/36qhlc8

Dennis and Brady talk about all of the weekends action including Marysville slugging their way to a win, Armada sweeps Marine City, Richmond baseball opens with a W, the guys have low concern levels for some early stumbles and more!

This time out we are joined by palaeontologist Andre Rowe to talk about his research into the skulls of giant carnivorous dinosaurs and what this means for their biology. This turns into a debate with Dave about how evidence can be interpreted in different ways and trying to piece together the often limited data we have to work out what these animals might have been doing. Though with her media-trained eye, Iszi wants to badge this as a heated fight over just how awesome Tyrannosaurus was (see previous episode for details). Andre takes us through the process of scanning skulls, restoring the bits and then testing ideas about bite force and skull strength and how the different giant theropod differed in their habits. Links: Support us on patreon and get extra content: www.patreon.com/terriblelizards Here's an article Andre wrote on his T. rex bite research: https://theconversation.com/tyrannosaurus-rex-didnt-get-its-ferocious-bite-until-it-was-an-adult-new-research-156668 Here is Andre's Instagram handle: @tyrannosaurrowe

Slugs are the Rodney Dangerfield of garden wildlife – our only interest is in exterminating them.  Yet as Dr. Jann Vendetti of the Los Angeles County Natural History Museum explains, they lead fascinating and, in many ways, very useful lives

Spring means one thing– the reemergence of snot slugs on the faces of marathoners. Just like this podcast, running ain't pretty, but we're good about putting lipstick on a pig, so we try to do it here by throwing in some talk about the LA Marathon and NYC Half Marathon. Also, let's say it for the record: don't take NSAIDs before or during a race. But DO take Zbiotics* afterwards.*Does not consitute as medical advice, consult your doctor before and after listening to The Drop or celebrating St. Paddy's with KarlSupport our sponsors!SAYSKY X PUMAExperience the premium quality and unique design of the PUMA x SAYSKY collection. Check it out now at saysky.com and use code DROP15 to save. WAHOO FITNESS We've got a new series on YouTube that follows Thomas' training to London using the Wahoo Kickr Run Treadmill. Follow along every Frida, and watch episode 2 ⁠here⁠. You can learn more about the runner-focused treadmill (including seamless elevation and pace changes) and purchase one ⁠here⁠.LMNTIt's warming up, which means you're sweating more, which means you need more salt. Like, a lot more. Luckily, LMNT has 1000 mg of the stuff, as well as potassium and magnesium. Get your free 8-count LMNT Sample Pack with any purchase: http://drinklmnt.com/thedropINDEX00:00 - Intro5:08 - Streaking, Movie Talk, Looney Tunes15:23 - NYC Half Marathon 20:48 - LA Marathon 202528:03 - ZBiotics 31:42 - Advil + Influencer Campaign45:10 - Training Talk 1:08:47 - Gym Talk1:12:28 - Shoe Talk (Diadora Atomo Star)

Dag Juhlin hasn't NOT been in a band since 1978. A mainstay since he formed The Slugs with his brother Gregg in 1983, Dag has wandered the Chicago music scene —ronin-style— lending his guitar prowess to bands like Poi Dog Pondering and, most recently, Michael Shannon and Jason Narducy's successful REM tribute tour. In between all the gunning for hire, Dag keeps himself busy with (among other things) solo records, his cover band Expo ‘76, a daily podcast with Steve Dahl, and the project closest to his heart: Sunshine Boys. If you want to know what it takes to be a successful working musician — check out this interview. PLUS: We pick the best solo Beatle tracks.

Have you seen or listened to Slugs and Bugs? We are BIG fans. Sissy's nephew, Henry, made us listen to Tractor, Tractor almost every day of his toddlerhood. And…Sissy even got to guest star on an episode in Season 2 called Modern Kid. We're so grateful for this incredible resource from our talented friend, Randall Goodgame, who joins us on the podcast this week! Randall shares so much wisdom on Singing Scripture with Kids and helping them develop a faith foundation. Parents of littles, you're going to love this one…and want to download the show today! Scripture Hymnal . . . . . Sign up to receive the monthly newsletter to keep up to date with where David and Sissy are speaking, where they are taco'ing, PLUS conversation starters for you and your family to share! Go behind the scenes and watch our podcast on YouTube! Download a copy of the Raising Boys and Girls Feelings Chart. Connect with David, Sissy, and Melissa at raisingboysandgirls.com. . . . . . If you would like to partner with Raising Boys and Girls as a podcast sponsor, fill out our Advertise with us form. A special thank you to our sponsor: Nurture Life: Head to NurtureLife.com and use code RBG for 55% off your first order. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices