Podcast appearances and mentions of stephanie berger

Die Polizei warnt wieder vor einer aktuellen Betrugsmasche. Diesmal schicken Täter SMS mit Links zu Webseiten, die österreichischen Banken ähnlich sehen. Sie fordern ihre Opfer auf, Verfügernummer und PIN bekannt zu geben. Damit richten sie sich die Bezahlfunktion auf ihren eigenen Handys ein und gehen damit so lange einkaufen, bis das Konto des Opfers leergeräumt ist. Wir haben mit Stephanie Berger von der Kriminalpolizei gesprochen.

In the second episode of "The Jump Off," NAHU President Eugene Starks and Chapter Leadership Development Chair Emma Fox invite Professional Development Council Chair Stephanie Berger to the show as the podcast's first official guest. The three discuss how Stephanie got started with the association, the professional development opportunities that NAHU offers, and more! Don't forget to subscribe to the Jump Off on whichever platform you use to listen to your music and podcasts.

On this week’s Sausage of Science, Chris and Cara talk to Stephanie Berger and Jacob S. Griffin who are graduate students in Bioarchaeology at The University of North Carolina and Dr. Sophia Dent who is a Visiting Assistant Professor at Appalachia State University about skeletal plasticity. Specifically, they discuss their roles as co-editors of a special issue in the American Journal of Human Biology “Biocultural approaches to the plasticity of the human skeleton” which you can find here: https://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/toc/15206300/2021/33/2 You can reach Stephanie mestan@live.unc.edu, Jacob on Twitter @J_SGriffin or jgriff55@live.unc.edu and Sophia dentsc@appstate.edu Contact the Sausage of Science Podcast and Human Biology Association: Facebook: www.facebook.com/groups/humanbiologyassociation Website:humbio.org/, Twitter: @HumBioAssoc Cara Ocobock, Website: sites.nd.edu/cara-ocobock/, Email:cocobock@nd.edu, Twitter:@CaraOcobock Chris Lynn, HBA Public Relations Committee Chair, Website: cdlynn.people.ua.edu/, Email: cdlynn@ua.edu, Twitter:@Chris_Ly Delaney Glass, Website: dglass.netlify.app/, Email: dglass1@uw.edu, Twitter: @GlassDelaney Alexandra Niclou, Email: aniclou@nd.edu, Twitter: @fiat_Luxandra

"Choreopoet" Monica Prince, as interviewed by guest host, Kim MacQueen. Among other works, they discuss Monica's choreopoem How to Exterminate the Black Woman. (PANK Books) This week’s Write the Book Prompts were suggested by Kim’s guest, Monica Prince. She says the first was inspired by Fear No Lit in Lancaster, Pennsylvania: Set a timer for 2 minutes. Write the word “WATER” at the top of your page. For the next two minutes, write down everything you can think of related to this word. (Don’t stop writing! If you get stuck, doodle or write the alphabet until you think of more to write.) Once the timer goes off, reread your list. Circle the idea that most surprised you. Set another timer for 10 minutes. Write a poem in response to/related to/about the idea you circled. Keep writing until the timer goes off. Monica's second prompt is a poetry writing exercise, inspired by emojis: Write a poem translating the emojis below. Feel free to go from left to right, right to left, up to down, down to up, diagonal, or at random. Make sure you include all the emojis. (I suggest crossing them off as you use them.) You must use every emoji at least once. Tips: Instead of using traditional definitions of these emojis, think about what else they could represent. Don’t be afraid to only tangentially use some of them, while with others you might use for deeper meanings. Description of emojis from left to right, top to bottom: Row 1: Smiley face with sunglasses; sheep’s face; box of popcorn; swimmer Row 2: World map; Chinese lantern; paint brush; fleur-de-lis (stylized lily) Row 3: Green chick; baby bottle; golden key; silver crow Row 4: Mind blown smiley face; dove; chocolate glazed donut with sprinkles; fireworks Row 5: Theatre masks; hourglass; pills; rainbow flag Row 6: Speaking bubble; flower bouquet; swiss cheese; racquet and ball Row 7: Mosque; smiley face with mouth zipped shut; waxing/waning moon; crystal ball       For an example of what this might look like, see this link to Carina Finn and Stephanie Berger's emoji poem published on Poetry Foundation.  Good luck with your work in the coming week, and tune in next week for another prompt or suggestion.   Music Credit: Aaron Shapiro

In this week's podcast, we welcomed Samantha from Abu Dhabi to the home team in Philly! The group was in a celebratory mood for lots of reasons. Did You Know: Tim Fitts is the co-founder of Philly's Home Brew Reading Series, which will not only provide you with free beer, but also, an experience only to be described as a "full blast". Before we got into the poems, Kathleen could be heard chanting, "I love my job, I love my job." That's right, speak it into existence! The first of several poems, was written by *robo voice* Stephanie Berger. (Listen to the episode and you’ll get it.) "Just To Give You An Idea," is a dense piece with surreal lines. Or according to Jason, "feels like the whole universe. Incredibly expansive and intimate at the same time." Whew! Just take my breath away, while you're at it. Next up, is a fun read titled, "It Doesn't Hurt That She Is Beautiful." After reading the poem, do you agree that it has "little land mines" or "pop rocks" (or both)? This piece brought a wave of nostalgia amongst the crew. Kathleen was brought back to reading a book by a brook (see what I did there?) as her husband went fly fishing. However, this piece put Kathleen and Tim Fitts at opposite ends and although they did not literally arm wrestle, they did figuratively speaking, as true literary geniuses do to settle disagreements over poetry. Thirdly was "Below His Monocle" which had us evaluating its depths down to point we were arguing how many exclamation points are too many in a poem. It got so fiery that our sound engineer, Joseph Zang, threatened to cut off Tim's mic! After they were able to cool down, we continued with "Only Light Where The Leaves Once Were." You just have to read that one yourself to be hit by the fantastic ending. Dear Stephanie Berger, Tim is begging you to let him use your creative genius for the title of his next set of short stories: How does "Truth, Marrow, Stone and Consequence" sound? Tune in to hear Jason's sad attempt at French, as he refers to Wallace Stevens', "Le Monocle de Mon Oncle" while Kathleen ups the ante with both The Handmaid’s Tale AND The Great Gatsby. Or if you're a Tim Fitts fan, as a person, not an author, although that's okay too, take his advice and read "The Beginning Of His Excellent and Eventful Career" by Cameron MacKenzie. Finally, listen in to possibly comprehend how we ended discussing monocles in the 21st century. Do you have one? More importantly, do you want one?   Fifteen facts and one lie about Stephanie Berger: Stephanie is a natural born redhead.  At the age of 1, she drank from a $500 bottle of grand vin Château Latour.  At the age of 8, she ate a pigeon in a Parisian cafeteria.  Stephanie was raised by not one, but two cultural sociologists. She is left-handed.  She is a switch-hitter. The first poem she remembers writing was called "Dog and Cat Baseball at Sunset." Her favorite place to write is at the bottom of a canyon or the site of a spring.  Her favorite herb is tarragon.  Her favorite sound is suction.  Her favorite section of an essay is the introduction.  Her least favorite section of an essay is the body.  Her favorite goddess is Mnemosyne.  She once had a 21-year-old cat named Daphne.  Her partner's name is Alex.  Her business partner's partner's name is also Alex.    JUST TO GIVE YOU AN IDEAImagine this rock hereis the center of the universe.Imagine this rock is your belly button.Divide your body into halves, then quarters,& then: make a planet. This legof our journey will take about 500 years.I would like to stop & show you whyalong the way, but the bones, they’re telling usto keep moving. Seas of femurs, poolsof pelvises, arranged as arrows& symmetrical suns. Here you find a hole& make something in it. Your aesthetics reflecta fear of empty space, a terror of the vacuum,like a sleeping feline with the face of an owl& the tail of a snake must be sacrificed.I returned to the fetal position in the afterlife.My soul made a circular journey down the river& up the Milky Way. Now I’m back!So, let me tell you a little something about caves& rivers. No one shall pass through but by me.My belly button is the center of this universe,a sacred valley, surrounded by mountainsfilled with silver so luxuriously. We allwant to look a little richer than we are.Those ear plugs are a status symbol.We all know that baby alpaca is coolto the touch, that eucalyptus towersabove the peaks & helps us breatheat the site where we can seethe founder of the lightning bolt, that goldenidol with a hole where his heartshould be. A mole on his face in the shapeof Peru. Jesus with a guinea pig laid outon the table. Mother Mary with coco leavespuffing out her cheek. Teenage girls grindingthe corn like teeth. I believe in reciprocity:offering my tears & receivingyour laugh, splitting my body into two& giving you half. This is the pointwhere our two valleys meet.That’s why we’re in a wind tunnel.     IT DOESN’T HURT THAT SHE IS BEAUTIFULAs she descends into the canyon, she becomesthe descent, the way an actioncan become solid as a steeple.I can be the downfall of man! That sunburstof flesh! For I amthe moment the desert meets waterfrom the mountains, an instantconnection, a language that can travelinto your memorieslike a fiction, like waterfrom the earth, a landscapemore various than the human heart.But she isn’t human. The way her nosecomes down the centerof her face like a coin, like candlewax, a waterfall. A beautifulcreator. A dutiful daughter.Excitedly, she babbled, moreadorable than any brook.Things come to a head.They come into it. You reacha point in your life. There is a pointin every life at whichyou can see no further, a blackhole in a bucket, & so you let itdrip, clear as a windowin the water. It is important to rememberthere are windows in the water.     ONLY LIGHT WHERE THE LEAVES ONCE WERETruth, marrow, stone, & consequence.She didn’t earn a dime of it. The light,hammering down on the desertfrom the opposite side of yourexpectations as the morning shiftsto afternoon. His hat tilted lowover one eye, he was practically debonairin his exhaustion, drunk on the featherin his cap. She askedwho gave it to him.Once she’d skinny-dipped with somekind of demigod& his daughter. She found a dogin the water & the wordfor “family” was born.She wanted to eatthe lilies, to be filled & floatingon the water like a body.I can see her, sun-drenched& precise & yet, we have never met.Love is a mystery that way,more civil than any city, like a pilgrimwho reaches her destination& cannot bear to stop.   BELOW HIS MONOCLEBefore the pharmacy, above the apothecary,I lived for a spell. With broomsticksin a closet with no name.Along the spine of the hill, below the ashen faceof heaven, I waited for his ovine spiritto graze my face.She held her breath so tightly it escaped her, she liedin the desert, like it’s just so cruciformthat the vultures sitting down for dinner withgods are like gentlemen in comparison,cartoonish only to the hawker, the rhymeof her cracked lips.It is everywhere, this sackof pronouns, holding onto each other for dearlife—its fetching beaks & blouses, boutonnières. It is dearto glare imperially from one’s mountain-palace.If vulgar, it is vulture, valiant, a peachand so chatty, she inhaled the words voluptuouslywith a churchlike desire to concealher meaning. The tremendous gentlenessof that moment smothers me, divestedof its garland, its daughters, the pageholding itself togetherlike a life.  

For additional information and transcript visit www.adalive.org/episode68 Submit your questions at https://www.adalive.org/submit_question Every day, more than 130 people in the United States die after overdosing on opioids. The misuse of and addiction to opioids—including prescription pain relievers, heroin, and synthetic opioids such as fentanyl—is a serious national crisis that affects public health as well as social and economic welfare. The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention estimates that the total "economic burden" of prescription opioid misuse alone in the United States is $78.5 billion a year, including the costs of healthcare, lost productivity, addiction treatment, and criminal justice involvement. (Source: National Institute on Drug Abuse (NIDA) https://www.drugabuse.gov/drugs-abuse/opioids/opioid-overdose-crisis) In the second episode of this series, Stephanie Berger and Savannah Weston, Attorney Advisors in the Disability Rights Section (DRS) of the Civil Rights Division of the Department of Justice, will discuss the Department of Justice’s Disability Rights Section and their role in the current opioid crisis in the US.

Myosha Smith stopped speaking to her brother Joseph Wilson after he handled her coming out poorly. Realizing his mistake, Joe decided to try to win his sister back with a song. Joseph Wilson performs his song ‘Gnarly Knees’ with members of the Musical Connections Resident Ensemble at Sing Sing Correctional Facility (Stephanie Berger)  — Daniel A. Gross is a writer, reporter, and radio producer based in Brooklyn. — Myosha Smith is a social worker and songwriter based in Brooklyn. — Musical Connections is a program run by Carnegie Hall that teaches inmates at Sing Sing Correctional Facility to create and perform music. — You can listen to live performances of Gnarly Knees and Bright Dark, a song Joe co-wrote with Myosha, from inside Sing Sing Correctional Facility. — Special thanks to John J. Lennon, a journalist in Sing Sing Correctional Institution who helped Nancy find this story. John wrote about the Carnegie Hall Musical Connections program for Pacific Standard. Also thanks to our friends at WQXR: Christine Herskovits, Aaron Dalton, Eileen Delahunty, and Matt Abramovitz. Music in this episode by Kyle Sanna. Nancy theme by Alexander Overington. Support our work! Become a Nancy member today at nancypodcast.org/donate. 

Neo-Bohemia: An Artist's Companion By Charley Layton Ep. 16: "Atmosphere" with Stephanie Berger & Nicholas Adamski (Creators of the Poetry Brothel, Poets, etc.) THE POETRY BROTHEL: thepoetrybrothel.com https://www.instagram.com/thepoetrybrothel/ https://twitter.com/poetrybrothelny https://www.facebook.com/poetrybrothel/?fref=ts thepoetrybrothel@gmail.com DONATE: https://www.gofundme.com/y97zc94c REVIEW: https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/neo-bohemia-artists-companion/id1077429249?mt=2 #neobohemia #thepoetrybrothel #stephanieberger #nicholasadamski #charleylayton #atmosphere