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This week on Fuel for the Sole, we answer several more listener questions and discuss: RNWY's new Salty Carbs product If non-water beverages count towards your hydration If cannabis actually dehydrates you The benefits and downsides to using a hydration pack A whole lot more! Want to be featured on the show? Email us (written or an audio file!) at⁠ fuelforthesolepodcast@g mail.com⁠. This episode is fueled by ASICS and RNWY!Head over to⁠ ASICS.com⁠ and sign up for a OneASICS account. It's completely free and when you sign up you will receive 10% off your first purchase. You also gain access to exclusive colorways on ASICS.com, free standard shipping, special birthday month discounts and more.We've been using RNWY collagen, protein and pre workout and loving it. Head over to ⁠https://rnwy.life/⁠ and use code FEATHERS15 for 15% off your purchase. Disclaimer: This content is not intended to be a substitute for professional medical advice, diagnosis, or treatment. Always seek the advice of your physician or other qualified health provider with any questions you may have regarding a medical condition.

The only suspect in the murder investigation into the fatal shootings of a mother and her two children in Co Fermanagh has died. Ian Rutledge (43) passed away from self-inflicted gun wounds on Monday. Rutledge was married to Vanessa Whyte (43) and was the father of her two children, James (14) and Sara (13). Vanessa and Sara were found dead in their Maguiresbridge home last Wednesday morning. James was taken to hospital in Enniskillen but died from his injuries later that day. With the latest, Ciarán Dunbar is joined by Sunday Life reporter – Angela Davison. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Sole Of Indie Show #120!!  Where does time fly off to? Was it not just the first day of summer? July 4th? Now it's almost August! Here in Florida, the school year starts in August. Where does the time go? Please, keep downloading and sharing the podcast! All the usual download spots. Oh! And the website, too – TheMusicAuthority.com! The Music Authority Podcast... heard daily on TheMusicAuthority.com, Belter Radio, Podchaser, Deezer, Amazon Music, Audible, Listen Notes, Google Podcast Manager, Mixcloud, Player FM, Stitcher, Tune In, Podcast Addict, Cast Box, Radio Public, and Pocket Cast, and APPLE iTunes! Follow the show on “X” Jim Prell@TMusicAuthority! How to listen in?*Podcast - https://themusicauthority.transistor.fm/  The Music Authority Podcast! *Website – TheMusicAuthority.comSpecial Recorded Network Shows, too! Different than my daily show!*@TMusicAuthority Jim Prell with The Music Authority on @BelterRadio Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday 7 pm ET & Wednesday 9 pm ET *Radio Candy Radio Monday Wednesday, & Friday 7PM ET, 4PM PT*Rockin' The KOR Tuesday, Wednesday, & Thursday at 7PM UK time, 2PM ET, 11AM PT  www.koradio.rocks*Pop Radio UK Friday, Saturday, & Sunday 6PM UK, 1PM ET, 10AM PT! *Sole Of Indie https://soleofindie.rocks/ Monday Through Friday 6PM ET! *AltPhillie.Rocks Sunday, Thursday, & Saturday At 11:00AM ET!Sole Of Indie Show #120…@Super8UK – TMA Opening Theme@Orbis 2.0 - Used To Be@Midnight Kahuna - Please Don't Shoot Me, I'm Just The Piano Player@Gypsy Moths - And You Know I Do [Five By Five From Four - EP] (@Rum Bar Records)@The Tamers – Sublime@The Squirts - The Other Side Of Paradise [Squirts III]@Nolan Voide - The Music Authority Jingle@Rifle Birds Of Portland - You Win@Beta Trip - On My Mind@The Hi-End - Ghosts On The Radio (@Rum Bar Records)@Surf Katz - Reef Break@Stop Calling Me Frank - Where You Gonna Hide (@Rum Bar Records)@Robotic Hawks - Something So Strong@SoulBird - The Music Authority Jingle@Reverent Cavaliers - Strawberry Lemonade Snow Cone Blues@Paul Collins - Hang Onto Yourself [JEM Records Celebrates David Bowie] (@Jem Records)@FM Rodeo - Against All Love @Fishing For Compliments – Ghosts@The Poached – Void@Rise - Dreams

Invités : - Ophélie Roque, professeure de français et journaliste - Paul Melun, écrivain et essayiste Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Spazio Formula 1. Questo weekend si correva in Belgio. Il punto sulla gara con Carlo Vanzini, di Sky Sport Formula 1. Torniamo a occuparci di calcio. Sono giorni frenetici per il mercato. Il punto con Niccolò Ceccarini, direttore di Tuttomercatoweb. Torniamo a parlare di agricoltura. Sta facendo discutere la protesta di alcuni agricoltori pugliesi: i loro campi sono pieni di angurie e meloni, ma paradossalmente preferiscono non raccoglierle e venderle perché non ne ricaverebbero un ritorno economico adeguato. Come si è creata questa situazione? Lo chiediamo a Ettore Prandini, presidente di Coldiretti. Parliamo di salute, in particolare di quella dei nostri occhi. Come preservarli al meglio nel periodo estivo? Sole, acqua salata… ne parliamo con il dottor Luigi Mosca, dirigente medico responsabile del servizio cornea e chirurgia refrattiva del Policlinico Gemelli di Roma. Spazio attualità. In diretta con noi Ferruccio de Bortoli, editorialista del Corriere della Sera.

In this episode of Sole Sisters, Elise and Alice embrace the weird, wacky and wonderful – venturing into Greek mythology, horoscopes and whether you can catch influenza A from aquatic birds. There hasn't been much running on both sides, but there's been some good trauma bonding, and you best believe it, there's still plenty to talk about. They cover their chaotic experience staying at the “Pink Pussy Palace” for marathon weekend on the Gold Coast, which was all glitz and jet skis and potential bed bugs. They recap their friend Jess' marathon race experience including a hearty carb load and a vodka cruiser at the 41k mark. The fallout of that trip was a big crash and burn for AB who was smacked down with sickness. But she's recovering just in time to do another unhinged ultra relay in the US. EB's injury rehab is going nicely – she's getting some continuous runs in and hopping around the gym to her heart's content. -- This episode is sponsored by Mikro Coffee Roasters. Head to Mikro.coffee and use code RUNWITHIT10 for 10% off. -- Follow us on Instagram: @runwithit.pod @elisebeacom @alicebaquie @mikrocoffeeroasters -- Intro/outro music by Dan Beacom Graphic design by Kate Scheer

BGI TAPPED Sometimes, I write in Lin cadences Sometimes I pass time with Jim Fallon, I write behind closed eyes and white bars, Pigeons and white doves, While I get made fun of I tried to just let bygones by bygones But I can't cause I miss my son And there's no love in the bottom of class wars And harsh poverty; there's no brotherly love And New York just don't want me here Is this your card?! No motherfucker! Oh. Goddamn. You are bad at this. I thought I was! I told you I was. You are! Now, scram. What color is your magnitude? You failed! I told you I don't know my own songs form Adam! That wasn't me? No? Crap. It's jammed. Well, throw a rock at him! THE SNIPERS throw a rock at DIPLO; unassumingly and (sort of) by complete coincidence, this rock just happens to be the CAPSULOUS ILLUMINATUS— (And he is mad.) Huh. Ohh. Shitballs. (Very mad.) Not only is he mad— which is hilarious— but as he becomes enraged, beginning to hulk out of his “zen zone” Isn't it obvious? Zen zone? What a complete douchebag. I'm so serious. V.O Tales of a superstar DJ Alice In Wonderland was in my dream last night, But she had big blonde bushy Slavic eyebrows and I just… somehow.. didn't know what to make of that. I HAVE A TALE! No, you don't actually. Sit down and shut the fuck up! BAMPHERAMPH CAMP is going splendid. *complete decapitation* —gorgeous. Meanwhile. As it turns out… I have something to tell you. PLAY COMPLICATIONS ONE MORE TIME. I FUCKING DARE YOU. DEADMAU5 has created quite possibly the very first sonic time bomb— FIRST EVER? I TOLD YOU GET OUT OF HERE. YES FIRST EVER. BEFORE: Sniffs… Pauses *Tiny Sips* *sniffs again* *squinting, dissatisfied* …I sense Deadmau5 in this Skrillex. BUTLER You would be correct. {ENTER THE MULTIVERSE} Wait. Who the fuck is Steve Duda? Bro, I told you my name was Steve! OH! Tales of a Superstar DJ I thought you were joking. I'm not joking. Where's the pancakes?! I'm out! Why is this place so clean?! Ugh! You haven't been around— or— like— Nonsense. Hey wait— last time you were imaginary. Uh, no, I wasn't. Yes, you were literally just— “In your head” Yeah! That's not a thing. What. Get over that. What. Everything is real, everything is extreme… Are you also out of OATMEAL? Almost, obviously! —ly real! Ugh! And cream of wheat? I've been— I was getting fat. THATS HOW GOOD MUSIC IS MADE. IN STORED ENERGY. I have— *bacterially is critically low* *lights flickering* *sirens wailing* *time crumbling* *phone dies* Ugh. Look. Uh— STEVE. Uh…let's just say Larry— My name is STEVE! I told you that! I imagined you differently, okay, and I thought ‘Steve' was just deadmau5 being pranky. It is! What? It's a thing! Look it up. Oh shit. The Ace. I told you that dude was sketchy! Wait, which Ace. Of Spades. Ah shit. Is this your— No! Ah? Well, wait… Wait what? Wait. A second. Wait what? …this…that is my card. Is it? Yes… *vanishes* WHAT THE— L E G E N D S Our Next Segment is called “Who wrote that joke?” So I'm wondering about— That Hindu joke in season 5 of 30 Rock “Oh my God.” “Which one? “ “I'm going to make you regret your own birth“ “Which one?” I know the man in the chair By his eyes And the course of the road And the cause of his numbers, I know very odd, very sure, very well— and yes, I know the strings, and the things And the force of control And the conduct, the code Yes, I know not to leave him alone And we're all full of wonder, here Of the wonder years, But where are you, dear? Cause it's four in the morning— I'm cold, and I'm lonely— I'm shocked and forgotten It's four in the morning And no, I'm still not going home. It's four in the morning And only just know have I thought Or a plate full of warmth And the touch of her fondness But all oaths, Cause I took a lover this morning Another tomorrow And on, look— I can't come home until Sunday (What? I'm building you up!) And I know I've gone soft But you know not to Dollop until I tell you I'm coming Don't you! That's a gallop; There's a Dillon Where I dare you; Did you hear ‘em? These are harems There's a villain forming A sweet informant A node oriental And no, I meant all of the foam drip on coffee It's Not Out Of Bounds until I say you will My daffodil Then I fold you into pieces With my peace It says “I'm eating you for supper” Here goes Saturday for nothing I still haven't made the cast list Don't get so far up your marker That you forgot That the stars are all going under Burning out And ownership of businesses Other than subscription payments Mortgages and high interests— Give the internet good riddance Or else get lost Like your appendix This is Kurt Sutter? No, John Carson! You think you're smart for a marker And sabertooth tiger I got no arguments besides building monuments You wanted us? Worshipped! Now all of a sudden while on earth All reincarnated at once Almost all of ye's study or praise No Gods, though you walk among us! Keep it open sesame seed buns I haven't seen you In your open No subtronics I don't bother No blue eyes Tight skin Small stomach Thin waste Paper See through Just waste Wait I'm a trash bag Non returnable No refundable Still not gonna do you harm enough If you didn't bought it Still though Awful convenience Here's my sandwhich I just backed up into a fire hydrant High as a kite But you all know I'm so much hotter and fun Than the other one— Goddamn, But at least she's funny And as long as you want me first I'll love you and her Forever. —Annie. Don't got a gun; Then I'd be gone I don't belong here I write songs for a living You know; No more home for you! No more going nowhere If you don't wear Prada Here yellow canary You're only a little pretty bird Cause if I hear you stop singing at all I know we're all done for— Run! It's a gas le— (AK) [They blow up. ] COPYRIGHT THE FESTiVAL PROJECT, INC. ™ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © -Ū. flash— bang Can't believe I'm lying there like Flash—bang What a mess I've got us into Flash—bang In and out of all dimensions I can barely pay attention I was standing in my kitchen Then it's straight to intermission (Something like a nasa mission) Flash—bang I think this thing is dangerous I can't sing I'm tone deaf as Mr. Kimmel Flash— bang Off like a grenade And then I'm off like Walton Goggins— “Shane!” Or did someone say action?! Might be going crazy Or just famous Or delayed. I'm in Grenada. —Bird Internet. Written by C'cxell Soleïl Prod. by Blū Tha Gürū -Ū.

I know the man in the chair By his eyes And the course of the road And the cause of his numbers, I know very odd, very sure, very well— and yes, I know the strings, and the things And the force of control And the conduct, the code Yes, I know not to leave him alone And we're all full of wonder, here Of the wonder years, But where are you, dear? Cause it's four in the morning— I'm cold, and I'm lonely— I'm shocked and forgotten It's four in the morning And no, I'm still not going home. It's four in the morning And only just know have I thought Or a plate full of warmth And the touch of her fondness But all oaths, Cause I took a lover this morning Another tomorrow And on, look— I can't come home until Sunday (What? I'm building you up!) And I know I've gone soft But you know not to Dollop until I tell you I'm coming Don't you! That's a gallop; There's a Dillon Where I dare you; Did you hear ‘em? These are harems There's a villain forming A sweet informant A node oriental And no, I meant all of the foam drip on coffee It's Not Out Of Bounds until I say you will My daffodil Then I fold you into pieces With my peace It says “I'm eating you for supper” Here goes Saturday for nothing I still haven't made the cast list Don't get so far up your marker That you forgot That the stars are all going under Burning out And ownership of businesses Other than subscription payments Mortgages and high interests— Give the internet good riddance Or else get lost Like your appendix This is Kurt Sutter? No, John Carson! You think you're smart for a marker And sabertooth tiger I got no arguments besides building monuments You wanted us? Worshipped! Now all of a sudden while on earth All reincarnated at once Almost all of ye's study or praise No Gods, though you walk among us! Keep it open sesame seed buns I haven't seen you In your open No subtronics I don't bother No blue eyes Tight skin Small stomach Thin waste Paper See through Just waste Wait I'm a trash bag Non returnable No refundable Still not gonna do you harm enough If you didn't bought it Still though Awful convenience Here's my sandwhich I just backed up into a fire hydrant High as a kite But you all know I'm so much hotter and fun Than the other one— Goddamn, But at least she's funny And as long as you want me first I'll love you and her Forever. —Annie. Don't got a gun; Then I'd be gone I don't belong here I write songs for a living You know; No more home for you! No more going nowhere If you don't wear Prada Here yellow canary You're only a little pretty bird Cause if I hear you stop singing at all I know we're all done for— Run! It's a gas le— (AK) [They blow up. ] COPYRIGHT THE FESTiVAL PROJECT, INC. ™ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © -Ū. flash— bang Can't believe I'm lying there like Flash—bang What a mess I've got us into Flash—bang In and out of all dimensions I can barely pay attention I was standing in my kitchen Then it's straight to intermission (Something like a nasa mission) Flash—bang I think this thing is dangerous I can't sing I'm tone deaf as Mr. Kimmel Flash— bang Off like a grenade And then I'm off like Walton Goggins— “Shane!” Or did someone say action?! Might be going crazy Or just famous Or delayed. I'm in Grenada. —Bird Internet. Written by C'cxell Soleïl Prod. by Blū Tha Gürū -Ū.

I know the man in the chair By his eyes And the course of the road And the cause of his numbers, I know very odd, very sure, very well— and yes, I know the strings, and the things And the force of control And the conduct, the code Yes, I know not to leave him alone And we're all full of wonder, here Of the wonder years, But where are you, dear? Cause it's four in the morning— I'm cold, and I'm lonely— I'm shocked and forgotten It's four in the morning And no, I'm still not going home. It's four in the morning And only just know have I thought Or a plate full of warmth And the touch of her fondness But all oaths, Cause I took a lover this morning Another tomorrow And on, look— I can't come home until Sunday (What? I'm building you up!) And I know I've gone soft But you know not to Dollop until I tell you I'm coming Don't you! That's a gallop; There's a Dillon Where I dare you; Did you hear ‘em? These are harems There's a villain forming A sweet informant A node oriental And no, I meant all of the foam drip on coffee It's Not Out Of Bounds until I say you will My daffodil Then I fold you into pieces With my peace It says “I'm eating you for supper” Here goes Saturday for nothing I still haven't made the cast list Don't get so far up your marker That you forgot That the stars are all going under Burning out And ownership of businesses Other than subscription payments Mortgages and high interests— Give the internet good riddance Or else get lost Like your appendix This is Kurt Sutter? No, John Carson! You think you're smart for a marker And sabertooth tiger I got no arguments besides building monuments You wanted us? Worshipped! Now all of a sudden while on earth All reincarnated at once Almost all of ye's study or praise No Gods, though you walk among us! Keep it open sesame seed buns I haven't seen you In your open No subtronics I don't bother No blue eyes Tight skin Small stomach Thin waste Paper See through Just waste Wait I'm a trash bag Non returnable No refundable Still not gonna do you harm enough If you didn't bought it Still though Awful convenience Here's my sandwhich I just backed up into a fire hydrant High as a kite But you all know I'm so much hotter and fun Than the other one— Goddamn, But at least she's funny And as long as you want me first I'll love you and her Forever. —Annie. Don't got a gun; Then I'd be gone I don't belong here I write songs for a living You know; No more home for you! No more going nowhere If you don't wear Prada Here yellow canary You're only a little pretty bird Cause if I hear you stop singing at all I know we're all done for— Run! It's a gas le— (AK) [They blow up. ] COPYRIGHT THE FESTiVAL PROJECT, INC. ™ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © -Ū. flash— bang Can't believe I'm lying there like Flash—bang What a mess I've got us into Flash—bang In and out of all dimensions I can barely pay attention I was standing in my kitchen Then it's straight to intermission (Something like a nasa mission) Flash—bang I think this thing is dangerous I can't sing I'm tone deaf as Mr. Kimmel Flash— bang Off like a grenade And then I'm off like Walton Goggins— “Shane!” Or did someone say action?! Might be going crazy Or just famous Or delayed. I'm in Grenada. —Bird Internet. Written by C'cxell Soleïl Prod. by Blū Tha Gürū -Ū.

Main Topics & DiscussionVAT Registration Triggers You must register when taxable turnover exceeds £90,000 in any rolling 12-month period. Also required if you expect turnover to exceed £90,000 in the next 30 days. Applies to sole traders, partnerships, CICs, and limited companies—even overseas businesses selling to UK customers.What Counts as Taxable Turnover? Includes standard-rated, reduced-rated, and zero-rated supplies. Also counts: free gifts, goods you use personally, barter services, reverse-charge services (like Google Ads), and certain construction work. Excludes exempt or outside-the-scope items like insurance or genuine donations.Deadlines and Late Registration Penalties Notify HMRC within 30 days of crossing the threshold. Registration date is the 1st day of the second month after exceeding the limit. Missing the deadline can mean penalties, interest, and paying VAT out of pocket.How to Register for VAT Go to gov.uk/register-for-vat with a Government Gateway account. Sole traders need NI number, UTR, photo ID, bank details, and estimated turnover. Companies need registration number, UTR, bank details, and estimated turnover. Decide on special schemes (e.g. flat rate) during registration.Voluntary VAT Registration You can register even before reaching £90,000. Benefits: reclaim input VAT, boost business credibility, prepare for Making Tax Digital. Drawback: must charge VAT to all taxable customers, including those who cannot reclaim it.Staying Compliant Keep proper VAT records and issue compliant invoices. Submit VAT returns on time via MTD-compliant software (like Xero). Maintain accurate bookkeeping for insights and compliance.Common Mistakes to Avoid Ignoring the rolling 12-month calculation. Forgetting to track taxable turnover inclusions. Assuming voluntary registration always works in your favour. Missing deadlines and failing to issue proper invoices.Final ThoughtsVAT registration is manageable when you understand the triggers and process. Whether mandatory or voluntary, take control, keep records, and use digital tools to stay compliant. And if you need help, support is available.Episode Timecodes [00:00:00] – Intro: Should you register for VAT? [00:00:43] – VAT registration rules and triggers [00:02:30] – What counts as taxable turnover? [00:04:00] – Deadlines and penalties [00:05:44] – How to register online [00:07:16] – Benefits of voluntary registration [00:08:00] – Staying compliant...

I know the man in the chair By his eyes And the course of the road And the cause of his numbers, I know very odd, very sure, very well— and yes, I know the strings, and the things And the force of control And the conduct, the code Yes, I know not to leave him alone And we're all full of wonder, here Of the wonder years, But where are you, dear? Cause it's four in the morning— I'm cold, and I'm lonely— I'm shocked and forgotten It's four in the morning And no, I'm still not going home. It's four in the morning And only just know have I thought Or a plate full of warmth And the touch of her fondness But all oaths, Cause I took a lover this morning Another tomorrow And on, look— I can't come home until Sunday (What? I'm building you up!) And I know I've gone soft But you know not to Dollop until I tell you I'm coming Don't you! That's a gallop; There's a Dillon Where I dare you; Did you hear ‘em? These are harems There's a villain forming A sweet informant A node oriental And no, I meant all of the foam drip on coffee It's Not Out Of Bounds until I say you will My daffodil Then I fold you into pieces With my peace It says “I'm eating you for supper” Here goes Saturday for nothing I still haven't made the cast list Don't get so far up your marker That you forgot That the stars are all going under Burning out And ownership of businesses Other than subscription payments Mortgages and high interests— Give the internet good riddance Or else get lost Like your appendix This is Kurt Sutter? No, John Carson! You think you're smart for a marker And sabertooth tiger I got no arguments besides building monuments You wanted us? Worshipped! Now all of a sudden while on earth All reincarnated at once Almost all of ye's study or praise No Gods, though you walk among us! Keep it open sesame seed buns I haven't seen you In your open No subtronics I don't bother No blue eyes Tight skin Small stomach Thin waste Paper See through Just waste Wait I'm a trash bag Non returnable No refundable Still not gonna do you harm enough If you didn't bought it Still though Awful convenience Here's my sandwhich I just backed up into a fire hydrant High as a kite But you all know I'm so much hotter and fun Than the other one— Goddamn, But at least she's funny And as long as you want me first I'll love you and her Forever. —Annie. Don't got a gun; Then I'd be gone I don't belong here I write songs for a living You know; No more home for you! No more going nowhere If you don't wear Prada Here yellow canary You're only a little pretty bird Cause if I hear you stop singing at all I know we're all done for— Run! It's a gas le— (AK) [They blow up. ] COPYRIGHT THE FESTiVAL PROJECT, INC. ™ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © -Ū. flash— bang Can't believe I'm lying there like Flash—bang What a mess I've got us into Flash—bang In and out of all dimensions I can barely pay attention I was standing in my kitchen Then it's straight to intermission (Something like a nasa mission) Flash—bang I think this thing is dangerous I can't sing I'm tone deaf as Mr. Kimmel Flash— bang Off like a grenade And then I'm off like Walton Goggins— “Shane!” Or did someone say action?! Might be going crazy Or just famous Or delayed. I'm in Grenada. —Bird Internet. Written by C'cxell Soleïl Prod. by Blū Tha Gürū -Ū.

What do your shoes do? On today's episode we're stepping into the future of footwear with Ian Harrison, creative disruptor, innovation catalyst, XR futurist and the Co-founder of SneakAR. SneakAR transforms your sneakers into a dynamic digital canvas with their revolutionary AR experience, turning your shoes into an interactive masterpiece with just a tap.Ian shares how SneakAR is disrupting traditional brand engagement by building unforgettable  “door knock moments" - unlocking the power of web3, XR and emerging tech to create "people-market fit" that results in lasting moments that matter.His unique path has taken him from music to manufacturing to the blockchain where his Culture Coin web3 solution was also nominated for an Auggie. Find out how brands, creators, musicians and athletes can literally put their best foot forward with SneakAR. Thanks for listening. We're on the road to 50 episodes! We appreciate all our subscribers and listeners around the globe.Zero to Start is now on YouTube. Subscribe on your favorite platform and follow us on LinkedIn for more voices shaping the future of XR.FEATURED LINKS:Ian Harrison on LinkedInSneakAR@sneakarshoeco on InstagramMuenstervision Incubate. Innovate. Integrate. KiTBetterThe Shoes of AWECONNECT WITH SICILIANA:LinkedInsicilianatrevino.comSend us a note!

In questa puntata speciale del podcast rispondiamo alle vostre domande a tema estivo, visto il periodo e la creativa curiosità di chi ci ascolta. I fulmini entrano in casa? La pelle già abbronzata si scotta meno al Sole e che c'entrano gli eritemi? Cosa fanno i tafani quando non ci importunano? Come si lava la frutta? E perché se apro e chiudo il frigorifero dopo non si apre facilmente per un po'? Questo e molto altro in un'accaldata puntata. ⁠⁠⁠Il link per abbonarti al Post e ascoltare la puntata per intero. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

fà-sma-te Significato Immagini formate dalle nuvole, nate da un effetto della luce del Sole o della Luna Etimologia dal greco phásma ‘apparizione'.

Unicredit ha deciso di ritirare l'offerta pubblica di scambio su Banco Bpm dopo che Consob ha prorogato per altri 30 giorni il congelamento dell'operazione e la condizione relativa al via libera del golden power non è stata soddisfatta. Andrea Orcel ha spiegato che l'incertezza sull'applicazione delle prescrizioni non giova né a Unicredit né agli azionisti di Bpm, accusando i vertici di Piazza Meda di aver impedito un normale dialogo con gli azionisti per valutare il valore della combinazione. Nonostante i progressi ottenuti con Tar, Dg Comp e governo italiano, i tempi di risoluzione vanno oltre la scadenza dell'offerta, spingendo Unicredit al ritiro. Per il gruppo guidato da Orcel si tratta di un'opportunità mancata per il settore bancario italiano, mentre restano da seguire le mosse di Credit Agricole, pronto a salire oltre il 20% di Bpm con il via libera della Bce. Interviene Luca Davi, Sole 24 OrePensioni, continua il calo delle anticipate: stimata una riduzione dell'11% a fine 2025Secondo l'ultimo monitoraggio Inps, il trend delle pensioni anticipate continua a calare, con una riduzione stimata dell'11% entro fine 2025. Nei primi sei mesi dell'anno sono state erogate 397.691 pensioni, di cui 98.356 anticipate, un dato in calo del 17,3% rispetto allo stesso periodo del 2024, ma destinato a ridursi al -11% una volta consolidati i dati. L'importo medio delle pensioni del primo semestre è di 1.215 euro, con forti differenze di genere: 1.009 euro per le donne contro 1.449 per gli uomini, a causa di carriere più discontinue e tipologie di assegni differenti. Il commento è di Emilio Rocchini, professore di Diritto del Lavoro LUISS.Dazi, accordo Stati Uniti-Giappone: tariffe al 15% e Tokyo investirà 550 miliardi negli UsaStati Uniti e Giappone hanno raggiunto un accordo che riduce dal 25 al 15% i dazi americani, includendo il settore automotive, e prevede investimenti giapponesi per 550 miliardi di dollari negli Usa. Il premier Shigeru Ishiba ha annunciato che il pacchetto supporterà catene di approvvigionamento strategiche in settori come farmaceutica e semiconduttori. In cambio Tokyo aumenterà le importazioni di prodotti agricoli americani, in particolare di riso, restando però nei limiti delle quote esistenti. L'intesa ha rassicurato i mercati: il Nikkei 225 è salito del 3,51%, nonostante i rumors sulle possibili dimissioni di Ishiba dopo la sconfitta elettorale. Ne parliamo con Marco Masciaga, corrispondente da New Delhi Il Sole 24 Ore.Italia-Algeria, Meloni: «Siglate oltre 40 intese»Al quinto vertice intergovernativo tra Italia e Algeria sono stati firmati circa 40 accordi che spaziano dall'agricoltura alla difesa, fino a telecomunicazioni e cinema. Tra i principali, la creazione di un centro Enrico Mattei per la formazione e l'innovazione agricola in Algeria e un memorandum di cooperazione per sviluppare pesca e trasformazione alimentare. Durante un'audizione al Senato sul piano Mattei, Antonio Gozzi di Confindustria ha sottolineato i problemi burocratici legati ai flussi di lavoratori coinvolti nei progetti di formazione. Al vertice con il presidente Tebboune, la premier Meloni ha ribadito la priorità del contrasto all'immigrazione illegale e la volontà di rafforzare il partenariato economico. Il commento è affidato a Manuela Perrone, Il Sole 24 Ore.

Eddie Vedder Like You've Never Seen Him — Fighting to Cure EB | Tribeca 2025Pearl Jam fans—this one's for you.At the Tribeca 2025 world premiere of A Matter of Time, Eddie Vedder steps off the stage and onto the red carpet to shine a light on one of the world's rarest and most painful diseases: Epidermolysis Bullosa (EB).Co-founding the EB Research Partnership, Eddie has dedicated his heart and platform to finding a cure. This emotional documentary follows families, doctors, and Eddie himself as they race toward hope.

Il panel “Immigrazioni e popoli, il futuro dei bambini” al Festival dell’Economia di Trento 2025 ha affrontato il tema delle migrazioni mettendo al centro le storie e i diritti dei più piccoli. L'evento, moderato da Fabio Tamburini, direttore del Sole 24 ore, Radio 24 e Radiocor, ha ospitato Tawakkol Karman, Premio Nobel per la Pace 2011. Il dibattito ha evidenziato come guerre, povertà e crisi climatiche colpiscano soprattutto i bambini. Si è discusso dell’importanza di una narrazione più umana, di condivisione della ricchezza e di responsabilità collettiva. Karman ha sottolineato la necessità di riforme globali e il valore positivo dei migranti nelle società accoglienti.

The sixth stop of the Move Her Mind event series with ASICS took place in the vibrant New York City! In this episode, we sit down with ASICS athlete Emma Grace Hurley and Lauren Nemeroff, co-founder of Flow State Creative, for an inspiring conversation about the power and resilience of female athletes.We explore how Lauren captures the strength and spirit of the women she photographs, the unique pressures Emma Grace faces as a professional runner, and the ways she stays grounded through training and competition. Together, we dive into themes of showing up for yourself, breaking through barriers, and rediscovering the joy in movement.We've got several more stops, so join us at a city near you and bonus points if you bring a friend who needs your support & encouragement to start a movement habit. And if you're not able to attend in person, we'll be sharing all of these conversations on Fuel for the Sole.For more details: https://www.asics.com/us/en-us/move-her-mind/

Por nuestro aniversario VEINTIDÓS nos juntamos en un vivo MaGnUs, Eze, Mael, y Chris, junto con nuestros amigos Sole y Carlos, para jugar una partida de rol. MaGnUs dirigió la primera parte de una aventura de su universo Grimorio del Plata, con cazadores de monstruos e investigadores de lo sobrenatural, en este caso ambientado en la década de 1930. Recomendamos ver la aventura en YouTube, para aprovechar las imágenes que los jugadores van viendo durante la partida: bit.ly/perdidos631yt Además, pueden leer la novela gráfica de Grimorio y las historias cortas incluidas en las antologías GAS3K: bit.ly/gasmaterial; también pueden mirar el corto "El Volumen", que hicimos hace unos cuantos años: bit.ly/grimoriovolumen Con música de Walas, y Dark Reflection. Próximo programa: Ironheart (TV y Comics).

Sole Of Indie Show #119!!  The world holds so much talent in the peoples on it. I am humbled to have the honor to share many of these talents with you for nearly ELEVEN Years! Please, keep downloading and sharing the podcast! All the usual download spots. Oh! And the website, too – TheMusicAuthority.com! The Music Authority Podcast... heard daily on TheMusicAuthority.com, Belter Radio, Podchaser, Deezer, Amazon Music, Audible, Listen Notes, Google Podcast Manager, Mixcloud, Player FM, Stitcher, Tune In, Podcast Addict, Cast Box, Radio Public, and Pocket Cast, and APPLE iTunes! Follow the show on “X” Jim Prell@TMusicAuthority! How to listen in?*Podcast - https://themusicauthority.transistor.fm/  The Music Authority Podcast! *Website – TheMusicAuthority.comSpecial Recorded Network Shows, too! Different than my daily show!*@TMusicAuthority Jim Prell with The Music Authority on @BelterRadio Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday 7 pm ET & Wednesday 9 pm ET *Radio Candy Radio Monday Wednesday, & Friday 7PM ET, 4PM PT*Rockin' The KOR Tuesday, Wednesday, & Thursday at 7PM UK time, 2PM ET, 11AM PT  www.koradio.rocks*Pop Radio UK Friday, Saturday, & Sunday 6PM UK, 1PM ET, 10AM PT! *Sole Of Indie https://soleofindie.rocks/ Monday Through Friday 6PM ET! *AltPhillie.Rocks Sunday, Thursday, & Saturday At 11:00AM ET!Sole Of Indie Show #119…@Super8UK – TMA Opening Theme@The Flashcubes - The Sweet Spot [Make Something Happen: A Tribute To The Flashcubes] (@Big Stir Records)@Hotel Saturn - Can't Be Wrong This Time@The 66ers – Holiday [Have More Fun] (@Rum Bar Records)@The Dogmatics - Key Of B [Nowheresville] (@Rum Bar Records)@Chris Pope & The Chords UK - Two Weeks In Heaven@SoulBird - The Music Authority Jingle@The Won't Quit Band - Don't Ever Stop@Edward Rogers – Romeo [Astor Place] (@Think Like A Key Music)@Carla Olson And @Tall Poppy Syndrome - Is It True? (@Tres Melo Musique)@Bacchi Pouch – Everyday@DEADB3AT - All I Know@Nolan Voide - The Music Authority Jingle@The THIRTEEN 7 - Carry The Burden@Dom Mariani - Apple of Life @Ben Walker - I Won't Let Go@Roisin McCarney - Meet Me In Montauk@Saycouth - It's The Ride@Wighthouse Wanderland - I Don't Mind@Zara – Mirrors [Unmasking Music – EP]

If you had asked us to predict what would cause the longest episode of our podcast ever - we would not have said it was Jane searching for her mother. Truth be told, it's because we started recording much earlier in the evening and felt totally unrestrained.Anyway, we got some gay drama at the restaurant with Matt finding out boyfriend doctor is controlling thanks to yet another patient gay boyfriend doctor had been with. Also, let's not forget, that scene gave us this iconic line: "I've never had a problem with alcohol. It's just drugs."Kimberly and Megan continue to operate the trade off for Michael, where Kimberly is showing herself to be incredibly selfless. She is sacrificing her happiness for the last few weeks/days/months/whatever-the-plot-requires of happiness for Michael's future. Which, bad news, I don't think this fourth bride is the one he has been waiting for.Drama and intrigue with Arthur and Craig Field, still a bullshit last name since we already hat Matt Fielding, but Craig is getting mixed up with Amanda (A-card talent) and Billy (C-card talent) making it difficult to place where he belongs.Kyle threatens Peter to never touch his wife. By "his" I mean Kyle's - he's telling Peter to never touch Taylor. This is a long podcast.

In the second episode of our Disordered Eating Series, we explore the lingering disordered thoughts that can persist after eating disorder treatment and throughout the recovery journey. We discuss practical strategies for reducing negative food thoughts and old behaviors, and why it's crucial to ensure these thoughts don't shape how we nourish our children or talk about food in our homes.We also take a look at UCAN's GLP-1 marketing claims and the broader messages circulating on social media—highlighting how to recognize harmful narratives and protect ourselves from being triggered during recovery.If you're ready to start your recovery journey, reach out to Lyndsie to see if her services are available in your state. You can reach out to Lyndsie at Lyndsie@fncohio.com or 614-285-6677. You can also find Lyndsie on social media or visit her website for more information: Instagram: Fulfilled Nutrition Counseling - InstagramFacebook: Fulfilled Nutrition Counseling - FacebookWebsite: www.fulfillednutritioncounseling.comThis episode is sponsored by the Eating Recovery Center. Struggling with an Eating Disorder? Get Help Now - 866.489.5497 or schedule a free assessment at www.EatingRecoveryCenter.com. Looking for support? Check out their complimentary peer-led eating disorder and mental health support groups at https://www.eatingrecoverycenter.com/support-groups

Dans cet extrait, Florent Payet revient sur sa médaille de bronze aux Mondiaux de Val Di Sole en 2026-En Roue Libre sur le web:Soutenez le travail d'En Roue Libre sur la plateforme Tipeee: tipeee.com/enrouelibreAbonnez-vous à la newsletter En Roue Libre ici: bit.ly/newsletterEnRoueLibreSuivez En Roue Libre sur Instagram : instagram.com/enrouelibrepodcast/Suivez-moi sur Linkedin : linkedin.com/in/taillo/Visitez le site enrouelibre.cc

La proposta della Commissione von der Leyen per il bilancio Ue 2028-2034 fa insorgere gli agricoltori, che protestano a Bruxelles contro il taglio del 20% dei fondi. Con noi Massimiliano Giansanti, presidente di Confagricoltura. Inchiesta sull’urbanistica a Milano: sarebbe indagato anche il sindaco Sala. Le ultime con Sara Monaci del Sole 24 Ore. La Cassazione: se il reddito del padre separato diminuisce, deve decrescere anche l’importo dell’assegno ai figli. Sentiamo Gian Ettore Gassani, presidente dell’AMI – Avvocati Matrimonialisti Italiani.

Trusting the flow of a conversation is like gold for me. Being given the permission to allow it to unfold organically, and simply see where the energy takes us, is sublime. Each conversation we have on the Soulhubber's Podcast, is, rightly, only ever a moment in time. A snippet of someone's life. A shared moment between two people, which you get the privilege to overhear.The more we do these podcasts, the more we unfold the true reflections of our souls.Kalindi Jordan is a transformation therapist, sex coach and facilitator, who specialises in sexual healing, sacred intimacy and conscious connection for women and couples. Few women have the depth of transformational experience she holds. She also possesses a wonderful ability to uses her transcendence to help guide others within her work. She's authentic with her self and her being, most importantly, always open to learning more about the human condition.In this very special episode, Kalindi shares her path through this healing work.. We talk about the power of presence in understanding self, and finding balance in the body. We also delve into her unique way of processing. How does she deal with grief and healing? “ It's not like we're going to get rid of pain in the human experience,but I can be in relationship to painful emotions.I can be in relationship to mental distress.I can be in relationship with pain in my body.And that's what healing is, it's to be in relationship.”5 years ago Kalindi had, what she would later discover was Alopecia Universalis, which emerged as the world went into lockdown. She lost her long bushy hair, and in fact her full body hair, which hasn't returned. She had to go deep, and ask herself…“Can you find the beauty now?You know, can you really, like…can you really fall in love with yourself now?Even when your vanity, like, the vanity's been knocked.You know, my reasonably good looking self, a part of that taken away.Can you do it now?Can you find the beauty?What does it mean?Oh, my God, so many layers of that.”So if you're wondering how someone moves through this, and how they manage themselves and others around them, how they hold grief and embrace themselves, then please do listen. If you'd like to find out more about Kalindi and her work visit her website - Kalindi Jordan. If you'd like to join Pete Warnock and Kalindi's Amrita Couples Tantra Programme in September 2025, you can receive a Soulhub discount via this link. Get full access to Sole to Soul Inspiration by Soulhub at soulhub.substack.com/subscribe

Hip-hop LEGENDS collide in this unforgettable interview from Tribeca Festival 2025!

Caso urbanistica a Milano: chiesti gli arresti per l’assessore Tancredi, l'imprenditore Catella e altre quattro persone. Le accuse sono di corruzione e falso. Ne parliamo con Sara Monaci del Sole 24 Ore.PNRR: presentata la “Mappa dei comuni digitali”: 54mila progetti per 2 miliardi. Con noi Gaetano Manfredi, presidente dell’ANCI e sindaco di Napoli.Due festivi in meno e taglio di 44 miliardi: il budget di Bayrou spacca la Francia. Ci colleghiamo con Danilo Ceccarelli, collaboratore di Radio 24 da Parigi.Inizia oggi l’iter politico per il nuovo bilancio comunitario europeo 2028-2034. Sentiamo Beda Romano, corrispondente del Sole 24 Ore da Bruxelles.

“Look what they eye unearthed,” leaning into the tip of my ear with the warmth and closeness of the coming waves, high tide approaching in the waning moon. “More secrets.” I replied. It was a question but also a statement— there was never such as this the luminescent trace of the glowing lava that was his force and might that I could not see for miles before he would even wander— first in twinkling stars and then later the wind itself and the birds, and then beneath the waves, like the quaking shake of a mighty oak anchored elsewhere and tied to the sea. “So you know.” I was hoping he would kill me before the next time I had to ever really know anything. He was the subject, and the predicate The wrong done, and the justice She was the pride and the prejudice But Judas brings the law Did you look in the box? No, I– [The Box Is The Box] –No, I haven't. Nearly three nights ago, a mysterious box arrived on the doorstep of an equally mysterious writer, who spends their time in isolation due to the often unannounced arrival of various ghosts, spirits, time travelers, and other figures by instant teleportation and other magical forms of transportation into their shabby New York apartment. Some of ya'll got so many air wick plug ins and scentci wax melts you don't know you smell like booboo. It's an illusion. You leave your house, You smell like booboo. I promise. Oh, God, I think I need a drink. Are you alright? Let me just–sit down for a second. Of course. My God. What's wrong. Look, i'm not supposed to say anything about this but. What's wrong? It's nothing, I'm just–I'm in a song. …what? A song! Is that all?! You don't understand. It's not a normal kind of song. It's– [takes a puff of inhaler] You wouldn't understand. Well what's so wrong about being in a song? Its not – a regular song–and it's not [gasping] finished! I still kind of wanted to be a comedian–but I knew I wasn't funny in the way that made sense to keep going and stand up there. I was still writing comedy, but I didn't know how to take myself out of it–the truth was, I was in a lot of pain. A lot of emotional pain that was becoming physical–and I didn't know what to do about it to break the barrier of nervousness and blank slate state of feeling the audience's perceptions of me more overwhelmingly than ever feeling myself. look at this song. I know huh. It's purple. Every time. It is purple. And what is that. Like a muted trombone? IS THAT A TROMBONE? Or a tuba? No, it has to be a trombone…becasue you can hear it slide– And that's what that sound is. What a sneaky rabbit. Super sneaky rabbit. So if i can see all this, I'm almost certainly sure the motorcycles outside and the slamming doors are meant to murder me. I'm sure that's what it is. You ever notice how being broke in New York makes you a bad person? Like, if you're broke, you're just automatically shitty. I never meant to be in New York broke. I never meant to be in New York, But I certainly never meant to be here and be poor, Poor in New York? Automatically a shitty person. Despite how you act. You can be a rich piece of shit— But the status is automatically “You got dough? Oh, alright. Carry on” That's the attitude in New York City. Crap people get by cause they got their hands on some money and the rules in New York say it doesn't really matter how you come by it, As long as you come by it. There's no real rules or real laws to it— Just “Get the money” Well god damn. This makes me nervous. I'm an artist. I've tried everything. I didn't mean to be the automatic enemy here. Of course not. But New York is a terrifying place to me, now, Cause I realized I can be a very sweet, very humble, very honest person— And that kind of shit doesn't matter here, really. It brings you no respect to be decent. It's about the money. So I'm a musician— which in New York also makes me like, Automatically not special, And I'm trying to just be a musician, and so naturally, I'm broke. Like broke in half. Like all my bills are late. But music is my solace. So I'm listening to music, And I'm listening to a song that is so beautiful, that I start to cry. The first time I heard it, it made me cry And I'm listening to it over, and it made me cry And it's so beautiful, and God is so beautiful And look at what God did, So I'm crying, And I don't even know what it is about the beauty of it that's making me cry, But it's making me cry, And New York hears me crying And New York goes “I'll give you something to cry about” And I open my email And there's a bill from my landlord reminding me how often I'm talked about due to my late payments— And I'm realizing I've been here two years and I still don't have any money, Even though I've been trying and trying And trying So now I'm crying for other reasons. Thanks a lot, New York. “I'll give you something to cry about” So I did. If there's anything worse than being black in a city that hates blacks— It's being broke in a city that hates broke people. So I haven't spent any money in awhile. Not even on little things, or things I need. I just stay inside, and work, and think And try and really try To figure out how to make money Without having any, or spending any. Cause you can have it, and spend it, but it's always a gamble. Maybe all I needed was a good cry. But now it's not for the right reasons I'm not crying cause something is so beautiful and look at what God did I'm crying because of what I'm sure is just the devil I'm crying for the wrong things Not because of something that's so very beautiful But because of something that's so very ugly With just a wave of the hand And the flick of each finger as it rolls into a crisp closed palm, A flick of birds fell to the ground, bursting with caws Below his stance, and in a flutter of feathers and wings, The evil master, unmoved and untouched, Untouchable in his weight and glory, simply only even mildly and barely smirks at all. He has defeated all and still somehow, not won. Some say it's sure to come, the thing that wants and gathers ties; Some say surely it is yet but withered and then sure again will come It has, five times, and barely waded, Waking in the midsts of my pure eye, The morning light and fog, aye? Ye, they remembers none but our Art, And I'm bound as sure by wing and force Is you to dozens of masses, And ships having sailed but one, Which I have flourished and kept And stocked with these, the masses And yea having spade, and having friends And having honor, there was none past kept and mine, sured; And wicked may as wicked be but evil none truer thou nones't had yet pured, and muted and gathered, I have, And woken and laid and barren and truths do'st tied, And there have been shooken and wait, And m faire'd and barred here, and hereforth My duty it is to forward, forward, my shallows For my shadow, For my golden hour has shined and now you, These caged shall fly, And these thoughts shall sing, And these hour conspired to miss my time daily, And these things, beytraying that— There have no times at all, These walls in holy temples kept, swaying and cadences, and wearing, and weary, And foreign and ayered, aye— and armored. And he, you, does not wish to know but also has known— and does not wish to see, but he, too has blinded, and does not wish to betray, and yet has been crowned, made with guilt and also Shattered, as it was, And shatters, as it came, the wave o'er all us and tide sinking under, and caves and rebels and heart laid bare to surf not suffer, Nor cap nor keeping, nor tied nor honor, No, honor her; No honor came and I have tied also, this tie to mine, and another, and another and another Now forward. Forward! Forward! Damn, Conan's monologues he going deep. Yeah, I guess. He's fine, right? Look, you don't need this. Just promise me. I am sorry. Mr Jimmy has it good, too good Little sister doesn't have a heart. But didn't know it Mister music made it in the industry, too hat Mister rager had a sip at dinner It was all dramatic Stars went falling Crashing down and All it is Ms. Martha Is mismanagement of energy All it is, Ms. Margret is a magnet And it hasn't happened badly since I had a handle on it But I still get sick of madness And I still get sick with city sickness Still, forget the dancer I was sitting on the show, In the audience With my mother, Oh the models, Dozens of them Blondes and ballet buns, the brunettes I was just a lost cause And I wanted it all, the tux and the bow tie I wanted you gone so I looked at it harder Until It became nothing but Clouds in the sky You were stardust I'm a comet Here comes crashing, Had to find the progress report Then I lost it Soggy in the sideways rain It was days and days Do you promise? That's a concept? Do you promise God will be alright, Cause I came running Sent them under cover Sent the men a message Send the man a hammer Sitting in a hammock No one homes the hostile If you don't have anything nice to say Then don't say anything at all And certainly don't come and go As often as you want to It's a game of control; you know The whites, when they still want to own you Somehow I'm all sub so honest, I just—wanted that But only for a man and never bow to another woman Even if on my honor I found us as equals And no one walks the earth as calmly As someone whose never had their lights out Or had their light put out Or their lights turned off Who are God now? Who's our God, man? Who's our God, Math. That's heavy weight, And if you want a biblical fate This is Fallon, And if you watch what you ate You cut calories And if you want the girl back Give it Californian And I'm not towrth much more Than the project housing, Or a handful of candy corn, Conan— But I phone in Oscars, Still no nuts for the rabbit, And if you wanted the bunker back— You can have it. I'm all hands down in a game of poker Heaven doesn't want it Gotta get drunk not once, but at all the goalposts, Gotta count one, not two, the show hosts Too few car parts Wicked, mazes, starfold, gazes Wishes, Martyred. (But pronounced mar-tired} V.O I think about jay Leno a lot. Lately, anyway. I don't know why. I like all the hosts. Somebody. Tell me why Dillon Francis looks like JD Vance. I think he's a clone. Tel me why I know who JD Vance is. They're clones. Tell me why. Back to the future here and now So. Where do you want to go? Anywhere but here. Anywhere but here is kind of far, are you sure you're up for it? Good one, doc Though head of the alumni chapter of the cult-within a cult—to which each African American cast member of Saturday night live is automatically inducted into— EDDIE MURPHY refuses to participate in the group's latest and most complicated ritual. Delivery. Uh, I didn't order any— Breadsticks. What. Breadsticks. I didn't order any— Just— The delivery man hands over the breadsticks. —take them. Oh…Kay. See ya. The delivery man reaches in and shuts the door himself. Uh… Lol is this the one where the mysterious breadsticks are delivered without ever being ordered, and then they end up being the best breadsticks in the world, but they don't know where they came from? Yes. I think so. Lol I bought a planner because so much I loved Joan Rivers, and I planned to fill it with all the places I should go— because keeping anything digital online was not only not working as far as remembering places I wanted or needed to be be, but it was dangerous, also. I was already being tracked, and I couldn't afford a new phone just yet. Eventually, but for now I was stuck to the same signal— which meant the same traces and the same trackers they had been limiting my under-the-radar mystique. As it were, somebody always knew where I was, and it was in the most unpleasant way so far—the only thing I really wandered was what made me so important anyway to begin with. I wasn't actually political in anyway, and still someone seemed to be trying to derail my life… or at least control it, neither of which was beneficial for me in the way that made sense. I wasn't having any fun, nor did I consider living indoors as payment— especially since indoors, there were also paid plants and stalkers, and now that I had begun to more meticulously document the things that were happening, it was easy to separate from delusions. I was actually being followed— but why? Either way, having a detailed. Calendar of places I could go, the ways to get there and even alternate functions within the same grid allowed more control than just staying in my apartment a sitting duck; that's how they were hurting me. They knew where I was— all the time, and it no longer made sense to fight it and try to make music under this kind of insane irritation; the music I was making wasn't the kind I wanted anyway, and whatever war they were fighting with m stark white girls motorcycles was simply not my war. I didn't have a war, and so there wasn't a fight, and so at the very least if I were going to be fucked with, it would have to be in public; that way I had more control to steer whatever was happening in my favor and collect the energy as mine instead of lost. I wasn't an insane person— but what had been happening at my apartment was insane, and so I left it with the understanding that these people worked and operated on a level of violence and ignorance I would never be able to comprehend; they were simply tools for the devil, which in any case, was always the lesser than God. However— because I was starting to figure out who I was, and that I had some sort of power, I knew that I was going to be attacked— because it seemed my power had at the very least not been figured out as to some kind of way to make somebody else money. I had been studying Michael Jackson and this was a key indication that the way his talent priovided a power which would be used as a service, he was very successful. His talent and training alone wouldn't have reapresented with such great reverence the ability to capture a global audience as such— but it was this power, almost as if it had been bottled up and altered, rebranded and sold and labeled with something everyone could not only love and understand, but by the hand of the media and its conglomerates, be hypnotized to worship, and this power simply put would not have been exactly what it was were it not for the eye of the media remaining in complete control of its distribution to the eyes and ears of the public. This thing which might have been the first of its kind but certainly not the last was in a sense model for modern superstardom— the live concert business had not sense much changed but built upon this super powered control of the masses by assimilation, spectacle, and of course the magic and illusion. But, and it it just so happened to perfectly brush up against my studies in esoteric knowledge that I happened to rub up against this— although nothing was of course by mere circumstance anymore, because whether or not I remained incognito was a wash, and I was being looked at by someone no matter what on the internet I did, or where I decided to go and in that sense was being fed these things, and yet with some Grace of God was allowed with it to be aligned with my own higher purpose in a way, I could observe that Michael Jackson was not in fact of course certainly just a dancer or singer or remarkable performer— he was truly a magician, and I was able to clearly recognize this language with with the energy that had used his vehicle for such a projection was speaking— not only this, I was able to clearly count out the markings and sigils and signs and symbols Michael was making in his movement; ancient arts, and magical symbols, traced so rapidly that it almost created a heat signature in a sense of the symbols that were being dictated, unknowing to the untrained eye. For the most part, I could only really assume that this is why these people were losing their minds— in his movements, Michael Jackson was literally carving ancient callings, glyphs and sigils I had so recently read about in magical studies that it was impossible not to laugh. This was in every sense of the word, ‘magic' but not in the normal way one assumes to be something unexplainable. Michael Jackson was casting spells to thousands of people at a time, in front of cameras and at high volume vibration, often times even implementing the use of light, color, and fire. These were not simple gatherings in mass for entertainment purposes— these were rituals, and in the modern day, still were or are— but I had noticed in a quick glimpse, from Michael Jackson 30 some odd years ago to Lady Gaga just having passed something like a week ago to an audience of the same size— that something was kind of wrong, now. The people had changed, and the specable had been done over and over, and the brainwashing of the masses had in a sense been almost complete— and so It wasn't some sense of confusion or unknowing the things that were happening to me in my own life and my own world— I too, was capable of these things, at that capacity, and had simply not been trained in the same sense of the ideal superstar, however— the things that were happening in my own life and in my own world were not difficult to grasp or understand— when one comes upon a power as such, it finds means to seek to control it and harness it for his own use and purposes. Perhaps it was the simple fact that in this way, in the way I get the dream had gone and the spectacle had been played out of the masses and the illusion was no longer as such— that the actual knowledge of distinct ancient wisdom that had been Michael Jackson's natural ability was distinguishable from that of Lady Gaga's training in the same formula, and that one did not equal the other, but in terms of business could equal to that as such as the masses had been manipulated to seek solace in these same things— and it was not illusion or grandiosity that I, even in my agingness, was still capable of these things; I had no doubt in my mind that I could sing and dance for two hours to audiences of hundreds of thousands— but this was not the question for the business or the media— the question was, would hundreds of thousands pay to see me, or rather— who was willing to front the means to hypnotize hundreds of people to become aware of me so that they would do such a thing. My talent and capabilities were undeniable— but my markatability might have been in question, because it was no longer simply a matter or chance or luck: the people chosen to figure such spectacle were chosen, hand selected and well trained to become media conglomerate superstars, even regardless of talent; perhaps this itself was the key indication that the world of the superstar itself had come to an end—it was no longer so much of a spectacle was worth it. Or, perhaps, because money had come between these ancient arts and symbols and languages being spoken by the superstars of old, that the magic in the literal sense had gone all the way away. The symbolism in the art had died, and so the singing and the dancing remained, but the God had gone out of it. Maybe that was the difference. The superstars of today were just the shell of the model that had been built on God, but the Godsense of it was no longer there— and so the magic no longer remained in effect, as the powers of magic that be are in all ancient arts and texts and forms attributive to The Source. Either way, I wasn't going to continue to be a sitting duck in my apartment in Brooklyn— there were too many indications that it had all been a setup from the shelter to the day I moved in, with the motorcycles and cars and CBS studios one block away. So the real and only question was, what exactly had been played at and who exactly was pulling the strings? I might at this point become a loose cannon: my son was estranged and as far as the people were concerned, I mostly hated New York— because the refined, clean cut and classy people I liked and wanted to be around saw me as the dirt and the grime I was fighting my way through just to simply exist— in my mind, this was a world that could be no more. I like Sara in a dress I like Sara in a dress I like Sara in a dress I like Sara in a dress I met sparrow in a cage I like Sara in a dress I like Sara in a dress Keep writing I never thought I ‘d see the day Where i's taking lessons on Fallon From Michael Jackson That's ran That's a fan This is fame I'm insane I'm insane That's a fan Light the flame That's a fan. That's a fan. I like Sara in a dress I met sparrow in a cage I went up the rack, set the page on fire Nordstrom rack And I might take it back for the cash I like Sara in a dress Stay repressed Keep it dark If you kiss don't tell I will probably go to hell for just writing Try it In black ink, I got all spades, Ehy, Spare me the ridicule, the imbecile and I met Johnny in a cage I like Fallon in a dress, Obsessive, I'm dressed out Every day I leave where I do not live Where stalker crawl and haunt me Just to show the motorcycles Have desheveled my intelligence into Nothing And so with negligence, I leave the core of a rotting apple The foreign words of a doctor And You must call the king, says something far off But I wonder which one I wonder which one I so respect her honor That I no longer Follow my heart or my soul And I don't shallow But shatter to swallow So I let the sparrow Out of the cage I bought Sara A pair of pants And I haunt l Patrick Kirkpatrick in patches And haven't you read yet You're ready for forget the pageant? It hasn't happened yet! I love Sara in a dress I hate Fallon and his wife Keep the kids out if it Skull and crossbones Cross my heart and Really hope to the loveless Or else Someone might call my phone back It's on silent in my coffin Or wait— It's on vibrate. I'm obsessed with the way You're dressed And the name on your checks I guess I'm better for it I'll skip lunch if you think that's what's best And dinner, too If you deserve the best Then better have learned my lesson No sweat And to do, With you, Was then, Dinner through next supper All the love I had was Rubbed into something other than The glass I patted dry With microfiber With ever fiber of my being I want to be with you I should have just— Died, And then Did, and so next Life, Remind me not to Fall for it If i really wanted to know you,I would know you by now– If i wanted to have you? I would have had you already Nobody is a dancer after Michael Jackson. I just watched some shit that was like “What the fuck did I just see” The whole thing was just not right. It was-/ I was like First of all, it's Munich, 1997. I never really realized how terribly the world has changed; No cellphones, but the audience is lit, And the crazy thing is, you can tell that this is near the turn of the century because, when the camera is panning by the audience in the people, they're not looking directly into the camera or waving at the camera— not really. And clearly this is an all ages show, so there's children, so the interesting thing I'm finding out is that nobody's trained to look at the camera and wave and smile— except the babies on shoulders and shit. These kids— they're my age now, are the only ones that see the camera, and they look directly into the shit. Mi still can't do that, really— I'm theatrically trained. Haha If I see a camera, I try to act ‘natural' It's the weirdest thing to look at a camera and just start to work it. People at festivals now, the camera rolls by, Or the drone flies in, And they look deadass in the camera and start to work it. Not at this show. Munich 1997, I'm like “Damn, a lot of things is wrong with this” First of all, I love Michael Jackson, I look directly at this man, and I'm in my dirty peak so I have an instant— like a sex detector thing going on And I know people gave Michael a hard time when he was a live for being fruity and whatever But I'm looking at this dude, and I don't see fruit at all. I see 100% man. I see why people were mad at him. Cause I'm looking at this dude, 100% All I see is carnal, primal man. I'm like, “Yo, I see why they was mad at him” Because the camera kept panning to the audience And these people are losing their minds. They are coming out of themselves. They are UGLY CRYING, full out of body, Losing composure They don't know what to do. That's Michael Jackson. He's right there! And the place is huge so really besides these few hundreds of people in the front, Michael's just a speck, But he's working this audience like “Yo, you know who I am, I know who is me” And I'm realizing, that to these people That's their god. These girls are losing their minds m “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!l *crying inconsolably* Just UGLY crying Bitch, get it together . You all the way lost yourself Get. It together. She won't. This bitch. I can't get over this This one girl, They just keep going back to her Cause the whole show— And this is like 2 hours of pure non stop Michael Jackson, This girl, every time you see her, she's just ugly crying— And every time you see her Her cry is uglier and ugly I'm like “Damn bitch” “Daaaaaaang” So this is the first thing I see that is wrong. But there's a lot of things wrong here, Cause there's a lot of girls like this. There's just— hundreds of girls losing their minds, like, I've seen Beatles mania and thought that was crazy, Shit, I've even seen some people put out that kind of energy in the modern world for some dumb DJ's— That's their god— But THIS THIS Michael Jackson mania was mental illness That was hard to watch. That was people just Lost control. I'm thinking “Like goddamn. You— what?!” “AAagghhhhhhgahahahahahqhahahhahaha MICHAELl “These people are sick” But they are. And so is Michael Fame has gone too far, 1997; 12 short years before he died, by chance— So this is what I see, And then Michael starts dancing, And this— This is what I see; I see the only thing that can ever be what it was in that moment in time, as God being God: Michael Jackson. Shiny ass motherfucker, And so I'm watching this show, And all I see is a God being a man being a God being— Michael Jackson— And the whole thing is weird. But the worst part— Yes The worst part Was when, about mid show, Michael goes to do one of his slow, lovey doves songs, And like, this 6 foot 7 type body guard guy, Just pops up out of nowhere, Comes dead front and center to one of these little girls losing their minds, Runs up on her in an instant; You don't even have time to think— And just SNATCHES her— Snatches the bitch— “Ah!” then throws her up on stage with Michael— And he's still singing; this is his game, this is part of the show, he knows— But she doesn't know, And she's just lost her mind, She won't let go She's hugging and kissing on the dude, She's lost her mind, She's ugly crying She's on the floor, She's kissing his hand She's really lost her good goddamn mind— And they pan out to the audience, And all the girls that didn't get picked Are like WHY NOT MEEEEEEEREEEEE?!? THE UGLY CRIES ARE EVEN UGLIER NOW, They're like “Wh—what?” You don't know?! “WHY NOT ME” They're holding each other crying, Michael's just doing his thing, He's unphased, He's trying to play along; He's a professional like a motherfucker; He's just— keeps singing And this girl is just, Losing it, so at this point, it's weird, She's crazy batshit lost her mind all the way, Won't let go of Michael, kissing his face while he's singing, He's kind of unreceptive to it, now just looking out at the audience, almost not even looking at all Just cold as fuck actually, Like she's not there, kissing his face Cold as fuck— And then another bouncer dude— An even bigger one in a blue suit, comes and tears her off of Michael Cause clearly this has gone too far or whatever And I'm thinking “What in the fuck did I just see” Blue suit dude just snatches, Just— He has to tear her off of him! She's kicking and screaming and getting dragged off stage Michael's just: singing. YO. Then they dragged her back stage. Where did she go?! WHO DID SHE BECOME?! WHAT IN THE FUCK DID I JUST SEE?!? WHAT. 1997. You can't do that shit anymore! You cannot snatch bitches like that. I seen. Watch the video. Tell me what's wrong with it. It's disgusting. Not the snatching, Not the— Like, that was weird But the screaming and the crying and the— Like okay, the snatching was bad— But I'm like … ..:: …. Now I see why they was mad. Don't ever forget he was once— A dark skinned little boy, And in his genetics his whole life is still this thing That some hate. But people loved him; they loved him that hard— Screaming, ugly crying hard. I think in that moment you know someone was like “he must be stopped!” And it seems like yesterday was a year ago But I don't want let anybody know… Cause everybody wants something from me now— And I don't want to let them down. My life is over. New York City looks so small from the top of a skyscraper. What are you doing. Then again— my thoughts lately have been grandiose. Back market, eh? What's this for? You need a burner. I have three. Here, have another. For someone whose supposed to be entirely off grid, I'm admirably reachable. Clever vocabulary. Something has to be clever about me, doesn't it? Does it? It must be. Or else. [both men are speaking casually over the delicate process of loading rare guns; some of which appear to be antique, and some—almost even unearthly , as if from somewhere besides our own planet. But, you could say what planet this is at all, actually— this bunker, with no windows and no doors, is apparently hidden in a subterranean layer— the location, unknown. The men seem calm but also quite tired and weary, and seem to know each other well. We can assume they've probably been friends for years. Sickle cell anemia. Does that mean I'm going to die. Animus, I quite like whatever that is, Google. ;) don't mention it. Honestly, you might as well. What. I can't help you with this. What. I don't think there's anyone who can. Beg your pardon. Please, don't beg— but uh… [the doctor pats his patient on the shoulder] Do take care. Gee, doc! I'll try! You should do that. What. Try. The doctor leaves seemingly in some kind of hurry, trading his lab coat for a trench coat and closing the door behind him. The other man pauses for a second in the silence of the weird linoleum room, then ponders on the coat for a moment before walking up to the coat rack, putting on the coat, and then walking out the door himself; as he begins to shut the door, he quickly decides also to take the fedora that was sitting atop the coat rack, placing it on his head before he walks out the door himself, shutting it behind him quietly. You got anything to eat in here? Cereal…some rabbit food ina the drawers, there. Oh, you have salad. That sounds nice. No, rabbit food. [the man presents a large bag of weird brown dry food from the crisper drawer.] …pellets. For the rabbits. How do rabbits get in here? …I don't know. And— more importantly— where did you get rabbit food for them? If I told you Amazon, would you believe me? The man just winces and places the bag back into the crisper drawer. Now listen, I um— If you want cereal, the milk is powedred… I don't— and that's disgusting— but listen— [the man cocks a loaded gun and admires it intensively] (Dismissively) —I'm listening. I've been meaning to tell you something. Tell me what. It's important. Oh, You couldn't have used one of my four phones. Look, it's— You know I wasn't expecting company. Well— You should sit down. The man squints, beginning to listen more attentively. … …really. I'm holding a loaded gun; there are at least three more within arms reach if I do sit, you know. I know. But I should sit? One baby to another says, “I'm lucky to've met you.” Maybe you should. Not all my bad but all my might, And all my mind, The fire, The light. …business or personal. [beat] Both. {Enter The Multiverse} What are we watching?! Shhhhhh! Shut up. What is this? Some.. Sshhh. Shit, I don't know. Sit down. You don't know. SHH it just came on Shh. Ok. When? Uh… (Nobody really seems to know how long it's been. The show just happened to come on; no one remembers how, or why— or even when— But the show is intense as it gets; And it just keeps getting weirder and deeper.) {Enter The Multiverse} I'm transfixed on your soul And it seems I aspire To what has transpired here, Your unremarked and the umpire The spider veins and the way it washes. And watches and waves, and waters over you, And still I seem to think you've won another, Strum to thumb of you. And still I wake to gather here The odds and whats And the twists and turns and the Troublesome you've number some Or stuttered, stumbled conciousness. And withered branches Aces lie and house of cards And aging scoundrels— There you are, the..: Nevermind. Don't belittle my ways if, In the end my thinking may be correct As dumbfounded as I have shifted my lottery bonds tied to none, There ye are again who aren't I, And never were, And weathered now, as I, bound to Struggle under her might, Nothing I was, and nothing I am And nothing I came from but to barter Oh hard love, I only found my kings upon thrown As cast out of another by her likeness, Peace and pale and primed as it was, And wanted for love, As I was not— And then, the gates had opened And I, preaching withered, Gathered my arts and my minds And my eyes, and my thrones, Buried my ark and though not my bones The shallow waking peaks of pride And there you gathered, all as huddled sheep to mine, The cost of war, but certain therefore honored as I have, Happened went, came and untied, shattered Hating all I am and all my dark and all my eyes and all my brown Because you came and went, a baby born to as nothing was but beauty and yet having been gifted such life, Departed! Soon, I wake shattered and with none as it had began, in my time and in time there laid there none, But fortune seeks to favor, as ye are saying brave and yet I neither beg nor make to differ, Shall you come again in part, And in this time as shadows, as shadows As hating and wearing and waging, And shattered I, I pardon, Knowing not they seeking I, And I having none at all but one, As forgotten I shall came And went And followed this, The time y'i call now, And ours and ours, And yours and yours, And mine and mine, Though as one are also, Common not, And waking yet to find, These things making have gone into yer Another of ours, world, Another of our dozens, Shines, Another of our gathered, wit, and waking Though true to fortune, none us have gathered And have embarked to truth, The waking I have come, Another, and another, and another Departed. And yet, I bury my words having weakened to that which is this, Ye have no fear and lest no fortune in these words, For having I to come and gone, since they times In words to make this a language I or neither other Does not speak here, and almost never, And this yours time past, Has come and gone And come and gone And come and gone again, So long so I too have parted but not yet Unfolded as does my nature, As God does. Belittle this, you waking fools, As to this you pity though divine, Is unlike any other And steep remarked in gold and with chimes and words That ye here no often or either now, or in mine speak. Amen …can I go now? You are dismissed. C'cxell Soleïl, aka DJ Ū is an American DJ + Producer, Multi-Instrumentalist, Playwright, Poet, Comedian, Novelist & Filmmaker. She is best known for her unique vocal riffs, Clever Lyricism & Philanthropically Inspired Freestyles and her flagship venture [The Festival Project.™] [Ï A M B ī C], a freestyle studio mixtape recorded in Los Angeles, (Official Release: TBD) inspired the adaptation of a staged musical version for Broadway, and a concurrent multimedia (TV/Film) series and ongoing saga as part of The Festival Project ™ Brand. Inspired musically by an ‘Ultra American' experience of Racially, Binary Ambiguity, and Synesthetic Exploration, her reflective melodies signature sound provides a philosophical dissection of American culture through a careful and inquisitive mastery of the English language, and emergence of world sounds through music brings about ‘A New Era in Nature', and clarifies the establishment of the newest wave in human evolution: Unity Through Music. L E G E N D S What if I just want to be alone in the dark Alone in the dark Alone in the dark Bones Duggar was a long, handsome zombie Bones once was a very tall man Not great and tall, as he stands But average, Grand as it were, his status. Everything's black My heart My pants My home My mind Everything hurts But you don't understand that Like I can Calm the commercial holidays for a moment Who gets the card? Get our your hard earned My head hurts Slam the door man; You can't control thoughts With a wombat Murderer Now that's a hard concept to catch When you haven't a soul When you haven't a card Or a car Or a cat I think I'm vanilla. I always thought of myself as a super kink Like a freaky, freaky bitch. So I got on this app. This app is better then Tinder. Yes. But it is not for the faint of heart. No, sir. They have a test, I'm like “ooh, I like tests” So I take the test. The test was not at all… As I'd hoped. First of all, It was hard. It was not a quiz; It was a TEST And I failed. I realized “Oh my god, I don't like any of this stuff” I am not about that! No! Yuck! Gross. “I think I might be vanilla.” I might be vanilla. I want my hair pulled back like a leash And my arms tied up Like I'm being arrested Without being read my rights. — I want your hands on the back of my neck [breathe] Reach around to my Mortimer's apple Put the lights out, Adam. I want the lights cut off. I want the bills piled up so the phone don't work I want the habit back on Don't talk to nobody I told you, I'm coming No, God! That's dumb! Show me why I'm off all alone with a rattle so bad It's just segmented thoughts, colors and sounds I can't make with all the plugins in the kindgdom of chaos?! I WANT KINGS, AND KINGS WANT BLONDES— I WANT KINGS, AND KINGS WANT BLONDES I WANT KINGS, AND KINGS WANT BLONDES —but the one who could love me is God, And I guess he's not coming. The denial turns to tears, Not songs no more My womb is empty And the sun has turned into Not what I wanted But not my fault We got caught in the land of Cutting costs And processed morsels At 400 pounds And that's where I found What I thought was love But it turns out That it just turns up In the whole form of a person And that's why I got the collar, caller But really I'm no one's lover So I Do what I want I don't hang up on God But he don't got a body And I need someone to love/ Fuck me Please God Don't turn the lights off I'll pull the clock back Just like foreskin, god i want your skin Draped over mine in a warm swath Probably run a hot back Cause the next stop is a closet The line doesn't really move for the Doesn'tMatterhorn. some people are starting to doubt if it's even a ride. Others just admire it for its eloquence as a metaphor. Johnny! You scared me! Aha. Where did you go?! Nowhere— fast! Alright well— Money when you know I have it But I haven't really Paid attention to the never ending Digits never coming in but Simply, there's a secret, Sonny Someday you'll get lessons, honey. Much to find and much to serve and Surf us up Piñata's bout the burst But here comes Vesuvius (POW) Everyone was gone in an instant (Vapor) Had a good laugh that night in the pantheon; Everything's past, and the mortals They kept on running But i didn't want go, God Putting on a show then I blow up Just like the mountain Found her Now I got a broke back husband (hope so) To tell, don't ask Don't show up if you just get lost But I'm probably in the back with a bottle back mountain Now you got a real horse pack. Trip Girl keep camping What was the map with the mask and the Fashion? Pass. I put sugar on the rim of the glass With my eyes half closed And my ass clenched fast shut I'm an alcoholic Don't involve the God I got lost in the mall with the —- UGHHHHHHHH! Hello. Uh, yes— hi. what up. Mirror mirror. Uh…nothing. You're lost? No. You look lost. Oh? Disgruntled. I am that. You're lost? I'm not lost. My friend is lost. His phone is dead. You lost each other. Sort of. Continuity conniption I nipped an eclipse And he picked his nose For a full ass minute Sitting at the stop sign That's a gobstopper's worth in our time Pull all the clocks back, Pull the fool over, You just got fined It was Friday for nothing I was in the hatchback, Scratch that Sour patch Should have called Pat back Now I'm just a Cool 48 in the ring with a date And the cashapp Continuity construction I want a husband! Fuck that. I want a clean cut plus one Since I can't have Helmet, Elmo, Or Hatchetman; Tears of a Clow…no, Wait I lost focus Half finished album Got 6 tracks But I knew it was 12 from the get go Prob‘ly should have knocked off the showrunner; Nah, I'm sure I had that coming Hashtag, undon Could have been you, too If the cash came through Now it's hard times Hardwired Sitting on a hi wire, Little white liar, liar Wait I made Katey Sagal (Fire) Cut off her hair (Fire) Went to the hall of fame with the framed sunglasses Asked for her autograf, But she walked off So I shot her with a bottle/ can, But she ducked, popped back up With the brass knuckles Surfboard Good for a chuckle and a fuck So I asked for her number All that on a Sunday at Gelson's market. Christ, almighty I miss Walmart, I hit hard times. So many places to run, But not many places to hide I think I want to die here I think i want to die. City of corruption… Lay it out and lay it over City of corruption… no, it's not a choice It's a black tie function Right in that very moment Seth Meyers kind of became my defacto personal hero. “Never meet your heroes” Or perhaps it was just his writing team, or the fact that maybe even without there even being anything set in stone or solid at all, [redacted] itself seemed to have a price over my head– It all seemed to make sense; in fact, all the crazy things i was experiencing made more sense than it didn't. But after what felt something like between defeat and maybe even one day really getting justice for all the things that had happened to me in new york– it was that, at best; That without actually meaning it, by all probability, the opening monologue described what in perfect sense the thing that had been happening to me: hundreds of motorcycles and cars riding around in circles for over a year, any time i tried to work or sleep–and then, when I finally tried to reach out to find an attorney that would help, I was made to feel crazy for it. In a way, it was the perfect indication that it had all been some sort of sick game, and that I was more right than wrong, and being set up to appear, sound, or look crazy–but I wasn't. I had been under attack for nearly two years, and when I tried to reach out, my heart raced and my voice cracked, and I sounded crazy and desperate–but what was happening was very real; and now I knew where I was. As it turns out, New York's corruption was more common knowledge to everyone else before it was to me: New York was a common place for fucked up, dirty, low-down mind games: and this was my lesson in that. Seth Meyers in reality had nothing to do with it–and really I only meant to watch Kimmel over my afternoon tacos. But still, though it hadn't entirely anything to do with me, the opening statements rang true to exactly what I had experienced; I was made to lose my mind, only to have everyone around me tell me it was something wrong with me–but it wasn't. Something was wrong with the city, and the building management, and the people around who were making it all to be some kind of mental disorder or problems with my mind–in reality, it was 2 years of being in the center of a speedway, and all the time i'd lost because of it adding to the stress, and the angst, and the depression that resulted. Moo. Moo… Moo. Moo, sir. I'll kill you. You promise? I want to. Don't get me excited over nothing; If this isn't the exit, please take this tease To the left, dear Moo, cow My honor Level one, and brother, you've got nothing Flip the coin and landed on your headache Betting on your helmet Standing on my cock, i'm taller (Not a rooster) But my ops are rooting for you, No informants, Dont you know I was a collar, all along? I was a shot calling, Cop calling Kiss-and-tell all as the night goes on. But oh, I brought you a dollar bra Oh, I bought you for all of a dollar And oh, I'm so much taller, Standing on my cock But i'm not but ten feet tall You know, you wrote that Should i open the book, or close that Caught that cat, owl and As i soft spoke at Every broken model Broken bottle for the thoughts you owe Across the scatters skies and no one ever knows When you're realling coming over Come on, I'm on the pornhub Just to pick up another one Go on, and rub the bottle One more once, To call the Bubbles. Damn. Come. (The Monkey obeys) You should see Michael in all of his godform You won't recognize him at all if not by the eyes When you follow home Believe me, this not comes close to it; The one you wanted The world you jumped to but were just short of Call her back Oh no, you're wrong It's another song A pin up girl And the wrong number Okah. Okah, Pablo. Time can be altered, changed or effected presently in any omnidirectional plane by engaging certain acts or synchronicities within multidimensional parallels or adjacent realms in time and or space respectively. –the reverse quantum simulation theory. Does anyone else smell blood I hate wedding days suits and tuxedos No, I don't know you I'm just here to sound the hundred drums Of the once before us (The ones to come) Then, there we were and I didn't want to admit Again, I was caught into the ghost of the rapture Or the holy hour, No aux chord Show the holy one Just how old you are On these sacr d lands and a holy grounds Now I want here half an ounce to smoke And there were drowning orchestras in all of the hearts And all of the markets, The market the marker And all of the sins of the savior The maytyr Did you remember not to notice not to know him Were you sure with words you were for nickelodeaon! I was supposed to hold on to, Supposed to hold on to Suddenly, it's summer. And always our own are under the weather There was no other wise man the wind. Lee the one came The site came and went and then the songs went left The songs went left; Again, the songs went left Did you win at wintergreen Well, God, I didn't know gym was a game. I didn't know guns we're just portals to worlds unknownn I didn't know gossip was golden What all else didn't I know It wasn't for here! It was fourth flour And in the final hour of the battle I commenced to summon All the gods and all the lords and all the flowers All the worlds of oceans and the Remember, this The remembrance It may not matter to some, What matters to most But until summer comes, I'm still up under the rail And practically it's spring, for the next two weeks I'm all berries and cream and whatever you wanted. Tormaline, emerald and onyx, the fox said And fox says its west when instead it's quite under what of the reporter's offer? Comes down a little to none What of the offer Comes down from a billion to one A billion to one I'm on TV so it's really just a one way screen Either way, I don't think he likes me much I don't think he likes me much I'd rather die than to fall in love even one more time And to keep on just never being loved Never beingbloved {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

Ogni estate trovare i docenti da nominare per riempire i vuoti di organico nelle scuole italiane è un’operazione ostica, come conferma il “delta” che spesso separa le immissioni in ruolo tentate da quelle effettivamente riuscite. Eppure è frequente che persone, anche provenienti da altri percorsi lavorativi, scelgano ad un certo punto della propria carriera di intraprendere la strada dell'insegnamento. Il ministro dell'Istruzione Valditara ha recentemente dichiarato che per il prossimo anno scolastico verranno assunti 54mila professori. Nella prima parte di questa puntata, con Claudio Tucci del Sole 24 ORE, facciamo il punto sulle procedure attualmente in vigore che permettono di insegnare.Nasce Dedalo, l’Osservatorio permanente sul fenomeno Neet, ovvero la popolazione in età giovanile che non risulta occupata né inserita in un percorso di istruzione o formazione. Il progetto è stato presentato da Fondazione Gi Group. Istituisce un osservatorio e un laboratorio nazionale che accendono un faro continuativo e sistemico per studiare e comprendere le cause profonde dell’allontanamento dei giovani dai percorsi scolastici, formativi e dal mondo del lavoro, mappare e far conoscere le progettualità attivate nei territori e stimolare iniziative di contrasto e prevenzione. Ne parliamo con Chiara Violini, presidente di Fondazione Gi Group.

This week on Fuel for the Sole, we answer several more listener questions and discuss: How to accurately calculate your protein needs If Frog Fuel is legit Average sweat rates and composition Hydration losses vs. intake during training and races A whole lot more! Want to be featured on the show? Email us (written or an audio file!) at⁠ fuelforthesolepodcast@g mail.com⁠. This episode is fueled by ASICS and RNWY!Head over to⁠ ASICS.com⁠ and sign up for a OneASICS account. It's completely free and when you sign up you will receive 10% off your first purchase. You also gain access to exclusive colorways on ASICS.com, free standard shipping, special birthday month discounts and more.We've been using RNWY collagen, protein and pre workout and loving it. Head over to ⁠https://rnwy.life/⁠ and use code FEATHERS15 for 15% off your purchase. Disclaimer: This content is not intended to be a substitute for professional medical advice, diagnosis, or treatment. Always seek the advice of your physician or other qualified health provider with any questions you may have regarding a medical condition.

Interview with Joe David, Managing Director of Elementos Ltd.Recording date: 10th July 2025Elementos Limited (ASX:ELT) is positioning itself as a unique player in the critical minerals sector through its vertically integrated tin operation spanning from mine to metal production in Spain. The company's flagship Oropesa project in Andalusia has published a robust Definitive Feasibility Study demonstrating $270 million AUD NPV and 26% internal rate of return using conservative $30,000 per tonne tin pricing, well below current market levels around $33,000.The project's compelling economics stem from a differentiated vertical integration strategy. Elementos has secured a 50% option over a Spanish tin smelter located 220 kilometers from the mine site, enabling the company to capture European tin premiums of approximately $1,000 per tonne above London Metal Exchange prices. This integration transforms typical concentrate sales receiving 92-93% payables into 98-99% recovery through smelting, effectively making European smelting operations cost-neutral while accessing premium pricing.Managing Director Joe David emphasizes the strategic scarcity underlying the investment thesis: "The tin market is only 2% of the copper market... if you included every single tin development project that sit within listed companies on any of the exchanges worldwide, I think you can count them on two hands." This scarcity has intensified due to supply disruptions in Myanmar and reduced Chinese smelter utilization rates dropping to 50% from typical 70-80% levels.The company has made substantial permitting progress in mining-friendly Andalusia, which generates 90% of Spain's metallic mining revenue. Elementos is approaching the public exhibition phase, a significant de-risking milestone requiring regulatory confirmation of project feasibility. The recent Metals X investment provides funding runway while multiple parties across equity, debt, and offtake spectrums have engaged in discussions, reflecting strong commercial interest in the limited global tin development pipeline.Elementos' positioning aligns with the European Union's Critical Raw Materials Act and represents the only proposed vertically integrated primary tin operation in Europe, offering investors exposure to both structural tin supply deficits and Europe's strategic mineral security initiatives.View Elementos' company profile: https://www.cruxinvestor.com/companies/elementos-limitedSign up for Crux Investor: https://cruxinvestor.com

Oggi in Parlamento la relazione annuale del garante della privacy sui benefici - ma anche sui rischi - dell'intelligenza artificiale generativa. Sentiamo il nostro Ivan Torneo.Bombe israeliane su un campo profughi a Gaza. L’IDF intima di evacuare immediatamente Gaza City e Jabalia. Sentiamo Alessandro Migliorati, coordinatore delle missioni di Emergency nella Striscia di Gaza.Trump minaccia Putin: “Pace in 50 giorni o saranno dazi al 100%”. Ma poi si dice non pronto ad una rottura con il leader del Cremlino. Secondo i media USA, il presidente americano avrebbe chiesto a Zelensky perché l'Ucraina non avesse bombardato Mosca. Con noi Alessandro Marrone, responsabile del programma “Difesa, sicurezza e spazio” dell’Istituto Affari Internazionali, e Katya Nesterenko, giornalista ucraina, conduttrice televisiva di "1+1 Media".Ex Ilva: ieri il piano di decarbonizzazione di Urso che prevede l’obiettivo di 8 milioni di tonnellate di acciaio l’anno, oggi l’incontro con gli enti locali con il via alla nave rigassificatrice sul tavolo. Mettiamo ordine con Domenico Palmiotti del Sole 24 Ore, in collegamento da Taranto.

Sole Of Indie Show #118!!  Time is a thief! July is halfway over already. The planet spun faster than normal for a day earlier this month. Time is being stolen from us! More planetary quickening still to come later this year…from what I hear. Please, keep downloading and sharing the podcast! All the usual download spots. Oh! And the website, too – TheMusicAuthority.com! The Music Authority Podcast... heard daily on TheMusicAuthority.com, Belter Radio, Podchaser, Deezer, Amazon Music, Audible, Listen Notes, Google Podcast Manager, Mixcloud, Player FM, Stitcher, Tune In, Podcast Addict, Cast Box, Radio Public, and Pocket Cast, and APPLE iTunes! Follow the show on “X” Jim Prell@TMusicAuthority! How to listen in?*Podcast - https://themusicauthority.transistor.fm/  The Music Authority Podcast! *Website – TheMusicAuthority.comSpecial Recorded Network Shows, too! Different than my daily show!*@TMusicAuthority Jim Prell with The Music Authority on @BelterRadio Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday 7 pm ET & Wednesday 9 pm ET *Radio Candy Radio Monday Wednesday, & Friday 7PM ET, 4PM PT*Rockin' The KOR Tuesday, Wednesday, & Thursday at 7PM UK time, 2PM ET, 11AM PT  www.koradio.rocks*Pop Radio UK Friday, Saturday, & Sunday 6PM UK, 1PM ET, 10AM PT! *Sole Of Indie https://soleofindie.rocks/ Monday Through Friday 6PM ET! *AltPhillie.Rocks Sunday, Thursday, & Saturday At 11:00AM ET!Sole Of Indie Show #118…@Super8UK – TMA Opening Theme@Surf katz - Easy Ride@TheCynz - Can't Help Thinking About Me [Jem Records Celebrates David Bowie] (@Jem Records)@moviemovie - After Hours@Johnathan Pushkar – Kryptonite@TheShakers - Racin' Through Louisiana [Left For Alive]@ThePenetrators - Pizza Man (@Code 213 Records)@SoulBird - The Music Authority Jingle@Blackbirds FC - Rings Around the Sun [Desire Lines]@Charles James & The Rise – Promises@Eugene McGuinness - Seascape@James Booth And The Return – Daywalker@Jonny Blade - Lad Leathered@Late Season Bloom - She's The Only Girl For Me@Nolan Voide - The Music Authority Jingle@Nova Feat @Jaime Deraz - Dizzy In Love@Orbis 2.0 With @Tim Izzard - Further Down The Line [Pop Aid 3] (koolkatmusik.com)@Planet Smashers - Meet Me On The Dancefloor@Rae Leigh - Into The Dream@The Rumble Skulls – Activator@The Furys – Without You

Conocemos el lado B de las canciones y Leti Siciliani se enfrenta al juego: ¿A quién querés más?

Step into style with the latest edition of the LAD podcast! This time, we're diving into the world of footwear, unboxing the hottest shoe styles from Jordans to Tims, Air Max, and even Hey Dudes! Whether comfort, performance, or style is your preference the sweet kicks on our feet are like a blessing. So, lace up and learn a lesson as the crew share their top picks and hilarious stories. What's your favorite pair in your closet? What pair of shoes did you long to own but never got the chance to snag? The boys' shoe game has always been strong so tune in to see what shoe collection will be the first to cross the Finish Line. Click here to vote! https://forms.gle/9JNpTcy4stWQyHn78

C'cxell Soleïl is here, sir. What? She's here sir! Why?! THE GENERAL has only just sat down for supper— now, in the early evening, the room has been refreshed in tones of maroon and gold trim; candles which match the fine tablecloths and linens and longer candlesticks of white The room changes while youre in it. Of course. The whole place changes around you; it has to stay hidden. THE LIBRARY itself only exists within a magical realm; though portals have situated themselves throughout space and time, interconnecting with the mortal world— its layout changes intensely rapidly, especially depending on who is inside. Though appearing small from the outside entry points, the inside is a massive network— a literal palace of rooms, halls, and places from which the games of this secret society are played. These are entirely older-than-imaginable beings, barely in human form— to carry out certain aspects of the immortal world into the modern times; magicians, keepers of ancient knowledge, and certainly dieties of sort are often here amongst each other— and most importantly, amongst themselves. It is a house of mirrors, mazes, and obstacles. Why would Jimmy lock the Jimmy In a Jimmy? I don't know, Jimmy. Very well, Jimmy; I ought to know Jimmy conspires once, Jimmy conspired, once with Jimmy Aspired twice to become Jimmy revoked Jimmy's place throughout the ark— Beyond the stone, Go, Jimmy go, Before I awake— So much for Jimmy, I Jimmy run, Jimmy folds. The last thing I want to do is play poker with those old fools. Too late, you're going. Are you sure this is regular poker? …no. Why else would be it outside our jurisdiction “Jurisdiction” Didn't I say to look the other— What are you doing here? I was brought here. By whom! More like by what. By what then? You're impossible, you know that. THE PIPER has finally arrived at THE GATES OF DAWN. Release the viper. Right front of her eyes, I tell you— Pull up the nine, and the 4 of hearts Pull into Rome, midnight and call her Call to the forest, there is no more home for her There is none, there is none, There is no more home. Every time I take him in I must remember that His wife and kids are the best thing That have ever happened to him As he said And whether or not the band Wraps around the bent and broken digit I just simply remember that, I'm just infatuated as a friend I mark it like a mantra Just as adequately as the director Calls to action All the actors at the set; With no resentments Were all just doing our jobs All just doing our jobs We're all just doing our… Lessons. Come back. Not quite. It's not (Uh) There (Where you want it) Hold on. (Yeah) Sit tight (Where) I don't want to spoil any of it Boil all the letters Burning all the bridges Sitting at the forest (Where) There's the alter (Where) Really you didn't recogniz The moment when it happened But it's been pinpointed (Where) —but where is it? Cut to commercial But don't let it hurt you All of a sudde. My eyes aren't his, This isn't witchcraft It's just a glitch Did you miss an interview Or is it that you're just disinterested Or disintegrated Itergretion, intergers and interference Running backs and runners, Gymnasts, models, other lovers Alcoholics Now it's not so daunting, comic I'm also sort of off and autistic Obsessive with narrow vision But glimpses of the ever bending present Is indeed a gift To know I left the letter Letting it get soaking wet Before they ever even read it Know the news, Wave the wand, Wind the whales, Dig the hole Burn the bridge, Burn the ace Throw the cards, Get the day over with and won't you know There's Something wrong I think it's simple to tell The wind will whistle when It's good to win again There are Ten men to a collar Ten phones to a number One call to a voicemail And all of them know her Now, take it all back before the bathwater stagnates Would you make it in this day and age? No, I'm glad that you hate me. 4,000 years later and all of a sudden The pact is clear and consise As if As it As if Turn it on its head a bit And light another candle Get the glitch out of your Obsession with the asshole And wrap you head around it Found a sweater Pick it up and pray that it just Isn't bewitched, But sickness is sickness Whatever it is This is comfort food A comfort blanket If I hate myself enough Then all it does Is put the elf back on the shelf The trophy back inside the case My eyes go back inside my head And everything I ever thought Just stopped And dissappears into the heavens Wherever it goes Before it gore Around and and around and around and around 4,000 years, and now we're here: The mirrors Man and Mr. And it might be snother million years Until I see to hear But this and that, The dance of dances Comes again And ebbs and flows It's not as random As it is sporadic And it's not that deep But it's also keeping secrets That precede this realm Or Space and time Or name or face And body, souls and mind. It could be another million years, But it comes around, It comes around It could be getting wider, But it's steady going down and out It comes around when it comes around 27, were it ended Now it's umpteen years into the after life And we're shadows now Just projections of such, But it wasn't once More than just a thoughtt, Becomes a story All the world was just the thought And then a song, The dance that came along Is simply steady moving Is simple steady moving. All of the world, Was just a thought. Watch with one eye open only First the right And then the left Covered over with one closed palm So you know how old you go One foot forward And no coals to walk over Rolling rolling, Your role is One off, Now too off Now too late But what you process Is your whole world over The goal for the gold? Oh, no, Warm Sundays Try to warn her While her heart is open To fucking close it Keep your friends close And your Fallons closer. There's no trust in the golden auras There's no honor in golden globes If you don't work for them Know doors open and close And open and close And you don't blow smoke, But you just keep moving forward Just the idea if him will kill you Whether with guilt or otherwise, And now you know And now you know You're on no sugar till the goal You got your cake and ate it, too Oh, the way he cries in the confines of my mind The blood would curdle The tears that seared my soul dism through the wall with every color If his was a shoulder to cry on, If God was a cover for longing Yo. Where the fuck did Patrick come from? He just showed up. I don't think he owns me so much As I want to know I don't think I'm lonely As much as it's I'm alone What are you looking at Well, I don't know yet What are you asking? I can't. There's a mask there What I want to know is, What is this pain? What is this pain in him? What is this pain in this? What kind of psychic sense That lives in my back; I just hope that's the last of it What a weird kid. Do you ever get in the shower and not feel like being wet? “Ugh, no.” “Ew, water.” That happens to me sometimes. Anybody else? I realized at a certain point this is probably like a sign of severe hydration. My body's like “There's no water on the inside, why should there be any on the outside?!” I promise is not a hygiene thing. I love being clean. I usually love showers. Just sometimes, I don't know. I'm like, a cat “No, fuck this.” Have you ever tried to give your cat a bath? Try. Semitus, Semitus Relax the semitones Verdis Quo varitus You still aren't coming through! Varuq de Adonai Semitus, Semitus Verdis Quo, Veritus You still aren't coming through Cover up Cover up You still aren't coming through! Tau Kappa Epslilon You still aren't coming through Kappa Kappa epsilon, You still aren't coming through Kappa Delta Epsilon, you still aren't coming through {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

This week, hosts Jim DeRogatis and Greg Kot interview Tariq "Black Thought" Trotter of The Roots about his memoir. The hosts also review the new album from Turnstile.Join our Facebook Group: https://bit.ly/3sivr9TBecome a member on Patreon: https://bit.ly/3slWZvcSign up for our newsletter: https://bit.ly/3eEvRnGMake a donation via PayPal: https://bit.ly/3dmt9lUSend us a Voice Memo: Desktop: bit.ly/2RyD5Ah Mobile: sayhi.chat/soundops Featured Songs:Danger Mouse and Black Thought, "Sometimes," Cheat Codes, BMG, 2022The Beatles, "With A Little Help From My Friends," Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, Parlophone, 1967Turnstile, "Never Enough," Never Enough, Roadrunner, 2025Turnstile, "Sole," Never Enough, Roadrunner, 2025Turnstile, "I Care," Never Enough, Roadrunner, 2025Turnstile, "Seein' Stars," Never Enough, Roadrunner, 2025Turnstile, "Sunshower," Never Enough, Roadrunner, 2025Turnstile, "Dreaming," Never Enough, Roadrunner, 2025The Roots, "The Next Movement (feat. DJ Jazzy Jeff & Jazzyfatnastees)," Things Fall Apart, MCA, 1999The Roots, "The Roots is Comin'," Organix!, Self-Released, 1993Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, "The Message," The Message, Sugar Hill, 1982Run-DMC, "My Adidas," Raising Hell, Profile, 1986El Michels Affair & Black Thought, "Protocol (feat. Son Little)," Glorious Game, Big Crown, 2023George Benson, "Give Me The Night," Give Me The Night, Qwest, 1980The Jacksons, "We Can Change The World," Victory, Epic, 1984Gene Chandler, "Duke of Earl," Duke of Earl (Single), Vee-Jay, 1961After, "300 dreams," 300 dreams (Single), Ultraworld, 2025See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

In today’s deep dive, state lawmakers are calling for a partial ban on carbon sequestration over concerns that it could contaminate drinking water in important resources like the Mahomet Aquifer. But some scientists say those risks are minimal.

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Al via a Roma la Conferenza per la Ripresa dell’Ucraina. Oggi anche una call dei “volenterosi”. Ne parliamo con Marco Di Liddo, direttore del Centro Studi Internazionali. Gaza: 24 vittime per attacchi dell'Idf. Ci colleghiamo con Roberto Bongiorni, inviato del Sole 24 Ore nella Valle del Giordano. Trasporto aereo: Secondo nuove disposizioni dell’ENAC, nell’area Schengen non occorre più mostrare documenti d’identità ma solo la carta d’imbarco. Oggi 36 voli ITA cancellati per uno sciopero Assoholders. Sentiamo Andrea Giuricin, docente di economia dei trasporti all’Università degli Studi di Milano-Bicocca.

Fanatics Fest 2025 was more than just a convention — it was a cultural takeover. And Sole Free had the all-access pass

Dl infrastrutture tra oggi e domani al via libera del Parlamento. Tutte le novità con Giuseppe Latour del Sole 24 Ore. Presentati i palinsesti autunnali Mediaset. Sentiamo la nostra Marta Cagnola. Giorni decisivi per l’intesa sui dazi tra Stati Uniti e Unione Europea. In Italia, Giorgetti avverte: “Federalismo fiscale complicato”. Il commento di Alberto Orioli, editorialista del Sole 24 Ore.

The fifth stop of the Move Her Mind event series with Asics was held in Minneapolis, MN!  In this episode we chat with Britta Gauthier Aho, a pelvic health PT who works with runners through all stages of life, including pregnancy, perimenopause and menopause. We discuss how to modify your training and nutrition during these phases of life and what you can expect from your pelvic health PT. We've got several more stops, so join us at a city near you and bonus points if you bring a friend who needs your support & encouragement to start a movement habit. And if you're not able to attend in person, we'll be sharing all of these conversations on Fuel for the Sole.For more details: https://www.asics.com/us/en-us/move-her-mind/

Lo sponsor di questo episodio è Shopify! Prova adesso Shopify per 1 euro al mese: www.shopify.it/mitologia Nel palazzo di Cnosso si nasconde un segreto che sta per cambiare per sempre la storia di Creta. Pasifae, figlia del Sole e regina potente, sta per diventare protagonista involontaria della vendetta divina più raffinata mai escogitata. Una storia di passione impossibile, genialità umana e nascite mostruose che vi terrà incollati fino all'ultimo minuto. Questo podcast appoggia il WWF nella campagna 5X1000 2025: ecco il codice che devi inserire nella casella apposita: 80078430586. A te non costa nulla ma può fare la differenza! Grazie! .-.-. Vuoi saperne di più sull'episodio? Vai qui e leggi gli approfondimenti: https://it.tipeee.com/mitologia-le-meravigliose-storie-del-mondo-antico/news Per avere informazioni su come puoi supportare questo podcast vai qui: https://it.tipeee.com/mitologia-le-meravigliose-storie-del-mondo-antico/ Se ti va di dare un'occhiata al libro “Il Re degli Dei”, ecco qui un link (affiliato: a te non costa nulla a me dà un piccolissimo aiuto): https://amzn.to/3Q50uFR Se ti va di dare un'occhiata al libro “Eracle, la via dell'eroe”, ecco qui un link: https://amzn.to/46dAFYZ Altri link affiliati: Lista dei libri che consiglio (lista in continuo aggiornamento): https://amzn.to/3Q3ZYI9 Lista dei film che consiglio (lista in continuo aggiornamento): https://amzn.to/3DoqTa7 Lista hardware che consiglio per chi è curioso del mondo per podcast (lista in continuo aggiornamento): https://amzn.to/44TYKTW Uso plugin audio da questa Software House: Waves. Se vuoi dare un'occhiata, anche questo è un link affiliato: https://www.waves.com/r/1196474 Ami musiche rilassanti e i suoni della natura? Iscriviti a questo meraviglioso canale  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCbRZLgwT37437fYK4YYKhXQ?sub_confirmation=1 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Si apre una settimana europea importante, scandita dalla scadenza delle trattative sui dazi con gli Stati Uniti e dalla Conferenza per la ricostruzione dell’Ucraina. Ci colleghiamo con Beda Romano, corrispondente de Il Sole 24 Ore da Bruxelles. "Governance Poll" sul gradimento dei primi cittadini e governatori, realizzata dall'Istituto demoscopico Noto Sondaggi per il Sole 24 Ore: in testa c’è Marco Fioravanti, sindaco di Ascoli Piceno.

Today we talkin' Kicks!I hope you've been well and if not, remember that all that is not will be. This week on Thoughts for the Sole, I'm breaking down my favorite sneaker pick-ups of 2025 (so far), from surprise drops to long-awaited heat. It's already been a strong year, and the best might still be ahead.I'm also sharing a powerful moment I had with the Adidas Cornerstone Community, a space created by 82. Purple and hosted by Lee Baron. The energy, the intention and the unity was all so amazing. #PressPlay and tap in. Thank you for taking the time to tune in to today's episode. If you enjoyed the show, be sure to subscribe and leave a 5-star review,  it helps more folks discover Thoughts for the Sole. Appreciate you.To keep up with the host:higherlxng.comInstagram: higherlxnghigherlxng@gmail.comYoutube: Thoughts For The SoleConverse with the show, send us a message!Leave A Review Here

Hour 1: Keith breaks down the Mets win in game two of the doubleheader and discusses another Yankees implosion against the Blue Jays.

Last weekend's Black Yacht Weekend brought thousands of visitors to the city and Lake Michigan for dozens of events in and out of the water. Unfortunately, between tragic accidents, oversold events, and mixed reviews, it's hard to know if the weekend was a real success. WCIU TV host Brandon Pope and Block Club Chicago's Maxwell Evans are here to recap. Plus, we're discussing the future of two of the city's largest shelters, exciting news for the first South Side birthing center, and Marvel's Ironheart landing in Chicago!     Good News: Food Truck Festival, Art of Sole 2, Margarita Festival  Want some more City Cast Chicago news? Then make sure to sign up for our Hey Chicago newsletter.  Follow us @citycastchicago You can also text us or leave a voicemail at: 773 780-0246 Become a member of City Cast Chicago. Interested in advertising with City Cast? Find more info HERE