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00:00 Introducción 00:15 CFE Telecom pagó 159,200 mdp a Starlink por internet que no funcionó: ASF La Auditoría Superior detectó que CFE Telecomunicaciones pagó a Starlink por equipos inactivos, sin aplicar penalizaciones; el contrato ahora está bajo investigación por fallas y pagos injustificados. 01:57 OpenAI completa su reestructuración como empresa con fines de lucro Este proceso duró más de un año y encontró obstáculos como la demanda de Elon Musk en contra de la firma, que él cofundó junto a Sam Altman. 03:26 Los algoritmos toman el mando en el análisis financiero Con el fin de evitar vulneraciones y hacer más eficiente la labor de los colaboradores y análisis, varias empresas usan esta herramienta para hacer más dinero.

Fr. Nathan catches up with previous guest Manuel Guzman to discuss his latest projects in Superior, Arizona, and the tradition of Día de los Muertos.Manuel “Manny” Guzman is the Executive Director of Rebuild Superior, Inc., a 501(c)3 nonprofit organization in rural Pinal County serving Superior, AZ. He is a seventh-generation Superiorite and has over 25 years of experience in the nonprofit sector, ranging from behavioral health prevention, youth mentoring, and faith-based initiatives. Guzman has extensive grant writing and bookkeeping experience, is skilled in event and program management as well as building out donor and volunteer engagement strategies.Manny attended the University of Arizona and graduated with a degree in Religious Studies and Business Administration. He is a member of the Arizona Association for Economic Development, represents the organization through the Arizona Food Bank Network, and also sits on the Board of Directors for the Tucson International Mariachi Conference. Guzman is an Eagle Scout, active in his Catholic faith community, and enjoys walks along the trails of Boyce Thompson Arboretum.Connect with Manny:https://www.rebuildsuperioraz.orghttps://www.facebook.com/RebuildSuperiorAZhttps://www.instagram.com/rebuildsuperiorazinfo@rebuildsuperioraz.orgClick this link and let us know what you love about The Joyful Friar Podcast! Support the show​Connect with Father Nathan Castle, O.P.: http://www.nathan-castle.com https://www.facebook.com/fathernathancastlehttps://www.instagram.com/father_nathan_castle/?hl=enhttps://www.youtube.com/c/FatherNathanGCastleOPListen to the podcast: https://apple.co/3ssA9b5Purchase books: https://tinyurl.com/34bhp2t4 Donate: https://nathan-castle.com/donate . My Dominican brothers and I live a vow of poverty. That means we hold our goods in common. If you enjoy this podcast, please donate. 501©3 of the Western Dominican Province. Father Nathan Castle, O.P., is a Dominican Friar, author, podcast host, and retreat leader. Over the past 27 years, his unique ministry rooted in the Catholic Church's mystical tradition has helped more than 600 souls transition from one afterlife plane to a more joyful one. Father Nathan believes that providing such help is something the Holy Spirit has given him and his prayer partners to do. Theme music: Derek Gust

Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-good-morning-portugal-podcast-with-carl-munson--2903992/support.Let us help you find YOUR home in Portugal...Whether you are looking to BUY, RENT or SCOUT, reach out to Carl Munson and connect with the biggest and best network of professionals that have come together through Good Morning Portugal! over the last five years that have seen Portugal's meteoric rise in popularity.Simply contact Carl by phone/WhatsApp on (00 351) 913 590 303, email carl@carlmunson.com or enter your details at www.goodmorningportugal.com And join The Portugal Club FREE here - www.theportugalclub.com

Trump's visit to Japan, Brad's barbershop, gangs in St Paul, John Grandson's letter to the DNT on state paid leave, Weather Wise, more on paid time off, Jeff from Superior, the origin of paid leave, and Nascar Nicole...See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

A Rádio Terrana é um podcast do Pimentalab da Unifesp, um programa sobre ciências terranas, tecnopolíticas e experimentações em tempos de catástrofes. Encruzilhadas sonoras entre práticas científicas, ações de retomada e lutas pelo Comum.Sobre o episódio:Continuando a conversa sobre educação e plataformas digitais, Henrique Parra entrevista Giuliana Mordente para tratar das implicações do neoliberalismo para as dinâmicas em sala de aula, assim como nas vidas de estudantes e professores.Professora Giuliana Mordente (@andancaseducativas) é psicóloga, pedagoga e palestrante, com mestrado e doutorado pela Universidade Federal do Rio de Janeiro (UFRJ). Já deu aulas nos Ensinos Básico e Superior, sendo atualmente professora na UFRJ. Também participou de projetos sociais como educadora e coordenadora de cursos de formação de educadores comunitários. Com mais de 80 mil seguidores nas mídias sociais, compartilha análises e reflexões sobre Neoliberalismo Escolar e Escolas Democráticas, além de contribuir com artigos e capítulos em publicações acadêmicas. Acompanhe o trabalho de Giuliana: https://linktr.ee/andancaseducativasFicha Técnica:Participantes da entrevista: Giuliana Mordente e Henrique Parra. Captação, edição e montagem: Gustavo CardozoProdução:Pimentalab (Laboratório de Tecnologia, Política e Conhecimento, UNIFESP): https://www.pimentalab.net ;Apoio:UNIFESP - PIBEX e Rede Lavits (Latinoamericana de Estudos em Vigilância, Tecnologia e Sociedade): https://www.lavits.org

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A shout-out to an advertiser, Hockey Talk, Jeff from Superior on downtown and construction fatigue, scrutinizing the future of the High Bridge, what is gun violence, Danno on why the high bridge will be torn down, Brads to-do list, Mpls madness, J-Serv, and Chris Dahlberg...See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Jerry from Superior talked about the Blatnik Bridge, more Mpls madness, more Bridge Talk, Mark from NW WI, high bridge talk, Jasmine Crockett's business scrutiny, Michele Bachmann, Russia missle testing, and arrests in the Paris jewel heist...See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this powerful new episode of Generation XYZ, we dive deep into the revelation “The Posture of the Victor!” This ain't just a podcast anymore — this a movement!In this episode, hear about how the Word became your seal, how the blood became your access, and how the Holy Spirit became Heaven's signature of approval on your life. This message will shift you from believing you're blessed to walking like you're backed — rooted, restored, and reigning in Christ.Tune in and step into your Winning Season with Pastor Shug — where revival meets revelation, and revelation becomes revolution!

Se acabó la temporada para nuestros Piratas pero no significa que no vamos a hablar de ellos. En este episodio de El Pirra-ta de Corazón hablamos de la entrevista a Lee Sepulvado, de lo que pienso debe ser el depth chart Pirata y de lo que estan haciendo algunos jugadores en el offseason.Recuerda seguirnos en:Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@loscomebancoFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/loscomebanco/?locale=es_LATikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@loscomebancosInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/loscomebanco/?hl=enApple Podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/los-come-banco/id1510229034Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/3Ak1aK4W7VzJq3OwbjGmL6

“…He has spoken unto us by His Son…” Thank you, Father and God Almighty! An awesome and well, Superior hIGHlight from the book of Hebrews.

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En Capital Intereconomía hemos abierto la mañana con la Tertulia de Mercados, junto a David Henche, profesor de Estrategia en ICEMD/ESIC; José Ramón Álvarez, profesor de la Escuela Técnica Superior de Ingenieros Industriales; y Ignacio García de Vinuesa, economista. Los tertulianos han abordado los principales desafíos económicos que marcan el pulso de la actualidad en España. Uno de los datos más llamativos ha sido el de la remuneración real de los trabajadores, que solo ha crecido un 2,7 % en los últimos 30 años, reflejando una preocupante pérdida de poder adquisitivo frente a la inflación y el encarecimiento de la vivienda. Precisamente el sector inmobiliario ha sido otro de los grandes temas de debate: el INE ha certificado el frenazo del mercado durante el verano, con una caída en la compraventa y en la construcción de nuevas viviendas. A esto se suma que el Gobierno estudia nuevas fórmulas para gravar la inversión en segundas residencias, lo que, según los expertos, podría enfriar aún más el mercado y limitar el acceso de los jóvenes a la propiedad. De hecho, la compra de vivienda por menores de 35 años se ha desplomado hasta su mínimo histórico, lo que abre el debate sobre la eficacia de las políticas de vivienda y la necesidad de incentivos reales para el acceso a la primera casa. En la Entrevista Capital, hemos conversado con Felipe Debasa, director del Máster Oficial en Unión Europea y China de la Universidad Rey Juan Carlos e investigador de la Ruta de la Seda, quien ha analizado el nuevo Plan Quinquenal de China. Debasa explicó que el país asiático refuerza su apuesta por la autosuficiencia tecnológica y energética, con un modelo de desarrollo que busca mayor independencia de Occidente y una consolidación de su papel como potencia global. La jornada se ha completado con el análisis de preapertura de los mercados a cargo de César Sánchez-Grande, de Renta 4 Banco, quien ha desgranado las claves del día en las bolsas europeas y estadounidenses, marcadas por la incertidumbre macroeconómica y las expectativas sobre los próximos movimientos de los bancos centrales.

Poking fun at the Vikings, Jeff from Superior, John from Genereau & Co, J-Serv, a breach at the USCG base in Alameda, Trump puts Canada on notice, water temps, and the World Series starts tonight...See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

“…He has spoken unto us by His Son…” Thank you, Father and God Almighty! An awesome and well, Superior hIGHlight from the book of Hebrews. To support this ministry financially, visit: https://www.oneplace.com/donate/1561/29

What happens when your industry is suddenly transformed by private equity and automation? How does an association respond when traditional revenue streams like trade shows are no longer viable?In this episode of Associations Thrive, host Joanna Pineda interviews David Murillo, CEO of Compass Management Solutions and Executive Director of the Western Carwash Association (WCA). David discusses:How Compass Management Solutions serves nearly a dozen associations with full-scale and à la carte management services.The transformation of the car wash industry from mom-and-pop operations to private equity-owned express models.How the Western Carwash Association (WCA) represents 900–1,000 car wash locations across 12 Western states.Why members join WCA today, especially for advocacy in highly regulated states like California and Arizona.The decision to integrate WCA's once-thriving trade show into The Car Wash Show and how they planned for the post-trade show future.How WCA doubled down on regional advocacy and launched targeted education for underserved segments like self-serve and in-bay automatic operators.WCA's recent rebrand to “Wash, Connect, Achieve” to reflect a more national and values-driven identity.Compass Management's internal framework of “Superior Experience Engineering,” which emphasizes empathy and intentionality in everything from board meetings to signage at events.David's approach to cultivating association talent, including hiring for leadership traits and supporting professional development and volunteer engagement.His experience as a DELP scholar and the profound impact it's had on his leadership journey and network.References:Compass Management Solutions WebsiteWCA WebsiteThe Car Wash Show

An episode from THE BIBLE Baptist Church, a Bible believing, Bible preaching church in DeLand, Florida.What THE BIBLE Baptist Church (TBBC) Believes:“A church is not a social organization or a club. It is a gathering of men and women who have put their faith and trust in the Lord Jesus Christ. These people meet together to worship the Lord, to praise Him, to encourage one another to live lives pleasing to the Savior and to be instructed in the truths of the Holy Bible.It is also a place from which these believers go forth, individually and in groups, to spread the gospel of Christ Jesus to men and women the world over.The extent to which the blessing of the Lord abides upon a church and the effectiveness of a church in the aforementioned areas depends upon its understanding of and obedience to the words of God. There are certainly clearly stated truths found in scripture to which all believers must steadfastly adhere. A collection of individuals, each living in accord with their opinions or religious notions, can accomplish little for Christ. A gathering of men and women who have a like-minded faith in a foundational set of Biblical truths can do great things for the Lord.Below are those truths upon which we have built THE BIBLE Baptist Church.Should you have other questions please feel free to ask. Our people and leaders are available and more than happy to let you know what we do and why. It is our hope and prayer that the Lord will direct you to become a vital part of the gospel work which He has given us to do.”You may write to THE BIBLE Baptist Church at:872 Glenwood Rd.DeLand, FL 32720Have A Blessed Day, THE BBLE Baptist Church  The KJV Bible Preaching Churches Podcast is directly supported by Doss Metrics LLC | Ministry Services based out of Cleveland Texas. If you have any questions regarding this podcast, or the churches hosted on the podcast, please reach out to us directly at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠dossmetrics@gmail.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or write to us at: Doss Metrics | KJV Bible Preaching Churches Podcast1501 McBride Rd.Cleveland, TX 77328 God Bless#KJV #BaptistChurches #BiblePreaching #KJVPreaching #KingJamesBible #ChurchSermons #ChristianPodcasts #BibilicalTeaching #JamesKnox

“Jesus Is Superior to the Angels” • Hebrews 2:5-18 – Elder Bryce Lowrance. After a short but clear warning in the first few verses of chapter 2, the Apostle Paul continues his argument that Jesus is superior to the angels that he began in the first chapter. Not only is Jesus superior because He created all things, He has all things put in subjection under Him in the new heaven and new earth as well. The glorious hope of the resurrection is a great comfort to the elect of God who are secured in Jesus Christ by the covenant of redemption and His finished work on the cross. Part 2 begins in 1st Corinthians and then picks back up in Hebrews 2:9. This message was preached on Sunday, May 12, 2024.

In “THE SUPERIOR PRIEST,” Pastor Rich Whitter unpacks Hebrews 7:1–10, where the writer highlights the mysterious figure of Melchizedek—a priest and king who points us to the ultimate High Priest, Jesus Christ. Pastor Rich shows how Jesus' priesthood is far greater than any other—eternal, perfect, and rooted in righteousness. Through Him, we find access to God, lasting peace, and a grace that never fades.We'd love to see you in person this Sunday at 9AM, 10:30AM, or 12PM. Come experience powerful worship, biblical teaching, and community that feels like family. There's a seat waiting for you!

Lesson 7 Part 2- Cristo, segun el orden de Melquisedec: Un orden superior by Centro de Adoración Vida Nueva

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The weekend of Threats and Warnings from the radical left, Don On a Cell, Russ from Marine General, was Donald Trump's father a King, jewlery heist at the Louvre, football misery, Danno started a rumor, more on the jewlery heist, Jeff from Superior, and more...See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Christ, the High Priest of a Superior Covenant

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Cabin Cousins: Part 6 Saying Goodbye; for now. Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connections. Chapter Twenty. On the drive home, I felt good, like really good. I felt like things were actually going to start changing for the better. Reveling in this feeling, I made a spur-of-the-moment decision. I stopped my car in a random parking lot and pulled out my phone. One of the guys that I used to work with, Carl, liked to go to this little bar in Superior to hang out with friends and have a few drinks. There was a whole group of guys from work that would go regularly, but Carl was the only one who never stopped asking. For one reason or another, I never took him up on it, and I haven't seen any of them since I stopped being able to go to work. He answered after a few rings. "Hi, it's Charles, from work." "Charles? Hey buddy! How are you doing?" He sounded happy to hear from me. "Oh, I've been hanging in there. How's the store since I left?" At the time of the accident, I was the yard manager at the same store I had worked at since I moved to Duluth. It didn't pay a lot of money, but it was enough to get by, and I liked the job. I still felt bad about how I left. As the years went on and my depression spiraled downwards, it had become too hard to mask. My job performance was terrible, and people began to ask questions I didn't want to face the answers to. One day I scheduled myself to take all my vacation days, and then with that in the system, I put in my two weeks' notice. I never went back. "They made me assistant store manager if you'll believe that," Carl said. "Still a lot of the same faces around here. All the young kids come and go. You know how it is." "Yeah." I chuckled. In a store like that, you could count on about half of the employees to be lifers. They'd never leave. The other half seemed to be a completely different mix of people every couple of months. "So, what's up?" Carl asked. I could hear the store's advertising jingle blaring over the loudspeakers in the background. "Do you and the guys still go to that bar in Superior?" There it was. I said it. Now if he says yes, I'll have to ask if I can go, and then I'll have to go. "Yeah! But it's usually just me and Matt. Brian got married, and his wife has him on a short leash. Joe goes to AA. The other guys, just kinda stopped going for one reason or another. Tonight is the night we usually go." "Mind if I come with?" I asked. "Of course, man! We're going to leave here at about six." "Cool, I'll see you there." "Looking forward to it. It'll be good to see you again." And now the awkwardness of ending a phone call. I've heard that it's a Midwestern thing, but everyone seems to do it better than I do. "Okay, bye." "Bye." I went home, set out some clean clothes, and got in the shower. Sometimes I forget how good it feels to be clean. But then, I knew exactly why it was often too hard to motivate myself to get into the shower. The shower brought memories of Melissa and the possibility of pain. I stood still, letting the near-scalding water cascade over me. The fruity scent of the same brand of body wash Melissa had during our first shower together was strong, and I remembered. I closed my eyes and started my breathing exercise with a deep slow inhale. Melissa's hands scrubbed my lower back and slid down to squeeze my ass. Breathe out, the pain and hurt waft away like steam in the shower. My fingers follow the lines of her muscles and up her inner thigh, she looks at me with serene contentment. Breathe in. She turns, arches her back, and sighs as I enter her from behind. Breathe out, the pain is gone, and there is only joy. She moans as my soapy hands cup her firm tits, holding her tight against me as we make love. Breathe in. I gasp and hold my breath as we both climax. Breathe out. I catch my breath and look down, my hand was still grasping my quickly softening manhood, and the oozing result of my orgasm was slowly washed into the drain. I finished cleaning up, turned the water off, and stepped out of the shower. I looked at myself in the mirror as I toweled dry. It had been quite a while since I had exercised, or gone to the gym, but I still had a good amount of muscle on me. Granted, a bit more flab than I liked, especially on my belly, but overall I still liked the way I looked. Melissa liked the way I looked too. I patted my belly, and there was a slight jiggle. I really should work out again, I thought. When was the last time I went for a run? I couldn't remember. My eyes strayed from my body to my face. I was still slightly pink from the hot water. I studied the slight age lines beginning to appear around my eyes and noticed that I seemed to have a larger forehead than I used to. When did I start losing my hair? I put my hands on the edge of the sink and leaned close to the mirror. It's a strange thing, looking yourself in the eyes. Despite how good I felt at the moment, all I could see was the pain deep inside. I knew it hadn't always been there, and obviously, I knew when it started. What bothered me was, I couldn't remember what it was like to not have this pain. I could remember every little detail about Melissa, her face, her body, the conversations we had, the things we did together, everything. But if I focus on just me... I can remember being a skinny awkward teenager falling in love and beginning a perfect life, then this, an aging man being crushed by the weight of a tragedy. Every memory between, of what it was to be me, was just gone. Lost to the gray. At the same time, I knew that this person staring back at me in the mirror wasn't me. Once, I was happy. Once I was me, whoever that was. Would I ever get me back, or did I just have to come to grips with the fact that I was now a completely different person? In heavy contemplation, I got dressed. I put on a faded Iron Maiden concert tee, a token from the time Melissa and I had driven to Sioux Falls, South Dakota to see them perform, and some blue jeans that seemed tighter around the waist than I remembered. I checked my bank balance and determined that If I was going to have drinks at the bar with Carl, I had better eat at home beforehand. I had a cup of ramen noodles, and cut slices off of a brick of cheddar cheese, as I wasted time watching random crap on YouTube. Finally, it was five thirty and time to go. Well really, I didn't need to hurry, as it was only a five-minute drive across the bridge to Superior, but there was no way I was going to be late. I parked behind the bar and didn't see any vehicles I recognized. I listened to the radio for a little while, then at ten to six, I got out of the car. The hard part is done. I'm here. I walked in and scanned the place for Carl. I know he had said he was leaving work at six, but I didn't want to miss him by mistake if he was early for some reason. Not seeing him or anyone else I knew, I took a seat at the end of the bar. The place wasn't very busy at all, with maybe a dozen people spread out throughout the whole place. A red-haired waitress came and took my order for a Grainbelt beer, and I watched her go to the cooler to get the bottle. She was cute, if a little thick around the middle, and when she handed me the beer, she flashed me the smile of experienced waitresses everywhere. The kind of smile that says, "I'll be sweet, and yes, maybe even flirt with you a little, but this is my job and you better not take it as more than a professional courtesy". I respected that. Good bartenders were hard to come by, and this one seemed proficient so far. I sipped my beer, and surreptitiously watched the other patrons. There was the same general mix of people you see in bars like this on a Tuesday evening. A few older couples, quietly enjoying dinner and a glass of wine, a fifty-year-old high school prom queen and her steroid-pumped boyfriend, slamming cheap beer, faces wind burned from riding a Harley all day, a table of college frat boy types laughing too loudly at offensive jokes, you know the kind of place. I faced the bar again, and in the mirror, I could see that one person was sitting alone at the table right behind me. She was facing away from me and seemed engrossed in something on her phone. She was wearing a maroon sweatshirt and had bushy dark brown hair that immediately reminded me of a young Hermione Granger. I watched her in the mirror, not being a creep, just out of curiosity and that I had nothing else to do while I waited for Carl. She never turned or sat up straight, just stayed on her phone, occasionally typing furiously. After a while, I looked at the time on my phone. It was twenty after six, Carl should have been here already. I ordered another beer from Cassie, the bartender, and gave him ten more minutes. I called Carl, and it took four or five rings for him to pick up. "Hey dude," Carl said right away. "I am so sorry. I have a big issue I've got to manage here." I could hear people talking loudly in the background and the beep of a forklift. "Hey," I said. "What's up?" "One of the kids knocked over a shelving unit in the garden center, and they all collapsed like dominoes. It's a big fucking mess." There was a scuffing noise as he held his phone aside and yelled at someone. "Don't bother saving that stuff, it's all junk now. Scan it, then throw it in the dumpster!" His voice became clear again. "I don't remember being this stupid when I was that age, do you?" "No, not really. So, are you going to be late or..." I asked, starting to feel a little dumb for getting my hopes up for a fun evening with old friends. "Sorry, man, this is going to be an all-nighter." "Oh, okay," I said, feeling like I just got punched in the gut. "Take a rain check for next week? The first round is on me." "Yeah, that's okay. Next week it is." I couldn't believe it. I got myself so excited to do normal people things with normal people, and this happened. I don't know why I bothered. "Alright man, gotta go." Before Carl ended the call, I could hear him start to yell. "Careful! If you knock that over too, I'm gonna" As I stared at my phone, not knowing what I should think or do, I heard a voice to my right. It was the woman with the brown hair. "You get stood up too?" I glanced at her. She was standing at the bar a few spots down from me, waving her empty glass at the bartender. "Huh? Yeah." "Sorry for eavesdropping. So what was her excuse?" In the corner of my eye, I could see the waitress return with a full glass. The girl took a drink right away. It was something creamy, Bailey's maybe. "Problems at work." I didn't mention that the 'her' was a 'him'. As secure enough in my sexuality as I was, straight guys just didn't say things that could give a woman mixed signals. "Typical." She took another long pull off her drink. "This is the third date in a row that has left me sitting. I take the time to get ready and then sit here waiting. I've got homework I could be doing." She sighed. "I don't know why I bothered." "Right." Her last words had struck a chord with my thoughts, and I turned to face her. Our eyes met, and the world stopped. We stared at each other, each of us with furrowing brows. My heart began to race, and I felt like I just got a shot of adrenaline. Slowly, she set down her drink, and I set down my phone, but our eyes remained locked. Eventually, she whispered. "I know you..." My throat was dry, and I struggled to get enough air to respond. "I don't think we've met..." She was pretty, and younger than I had expected. There was something strikingly familiar about her, but I knew I had never met this person before, and probably hadn't ever seen her. Her maroon sweatshirt had the big yellow UMD (University of Minnesota, Duluth) logo on it. There was something in her eyes, her icy blue eyes, that told me that I knew this person. "Who are you?" She whispered. The confusion on her face gave way to a look of fear. "Charles," I said woodenly, trying to make some sense of what was happening. This wasn't like the times you see someone in a crowd that looks like someone you know. I knew this person, have always known this person, and yet, nothing about her was familiar. "What is going on?" She asked, glancing at the bartender who was eyeing both of us in turn with raised eyebrows. "You're real? You're really real?" Her look of fear gave way to panic. "I've got to get out of here. This can't be happening." She slowly backed away from me, then turned and fled towards the door. I scrambled to put some cash on the bar for my beer, then followed after her. When I got outside, she was standing near a car with her head in her hands. She looked up at my approach. "Don't come any closer." She warned me. "What's going on?" I asked. "How do you know me? How do I know you?" "You know who I am?" She asked, hand on her car door, ready to flee. "When I saw you, I felt like I've known you my entire life, but I've never seen you before." I shook my head, more confused than ever in my forty-two years. "Well, I know you, Charles Larson." "How do you know my last name?" I asked, taken aback. I was pretty sure I hadn't said it at all earlier. "If you're really you, then I know everything about you." Her fear was transforming into anger, and she was almost shouting now. "How?" "Because I dream about you every night! My first memories are dreams about you! I close my eyes, and I see your face! I see your life! Every day, every night!" She was holding her head again and had started pacing side to side next to her car. "Oh my God. All these years, all the therapy, all the drugs to get you out of my head, and I find you sitting in a dive bar. This can't be real." My car was parked next to hers, and she watched me wearily as I slowly walked over and sat on the hood. "If you're really Charles Larson, tell me about yourself." She was looking at me like she was seeing a ghost. "I grew up in Minnetonka..." I was confused to the point of being numb, so I just started talking. I told her about my family, where I went to school, everything up to just before I fell in love with Melissa. Her face was pale, but she had stopped pacing and was just staring at me. "What was her name?" I looked at her sharply, surprised by the question. "Your second cousin, the one you married." Shocked, I replied. "Melissa." She took a tentative step towards me. "The two of you lived in a tiny apartment off of Grand Ave." She stepped closer. "You lived there together for fifteen years until..." She was right next to me now, and she picked up my right hand, turning it over to see the backside. She traced a finger down the scar that ran lengthwise behind my index finger. "Someone at your work dropped a piece of metal gutter, and the end sliced your hand open. It bled and bled, and you had to go get it stitched up." "How do you know these things?" I asked with something I could only describe as awe. "Because I saw it happen. I was there, in my dreams." "I feel that we are connected somehow, but, I don't even know who you are." She shifted her hands and grasped mine in a handshake. She looked at me with a shy smile. "I'm Kate Winters, and I've been waiting to meet you my whole life." Chapter Twenty-one. "You're older than I thought you would be." Kate was eyeing me from across the table. We had gone back into the bar and had taken a booth near the back. The frat boys were gone, and there was no one else nearby. "How old do you think I should be?" I asked, head still spinning. "When I was growing up, every dream was different. The time wasn't the same, the days weren't one-for-one. You were getting older faster than I was. For the last couple of years though, I've had the same dream. It's the same scene every night." She looked at me with empathy, expecting that I wasn't going to like what she was saying. "You were thirty-three, and it was nine years ago." A wave of non-specific dread washed over me. "What scene, What dream are you having over and over?" I already knew what she was going to say, and I didn't want to hear it. Kate closed her eyes. "We are in your truck, we had just been at the movie theater. You were telling me how you never liked Matt Damon, but in this movie, he was pretty good. Then,” "Stop," I said, probably a little too forcibly. "I'm sorry." Her eyes were glistening with tears. We sat in silence for a long time, each wrestling with our thoughts. Finally, I asked. "You said I was speaking to you?" She sniffed and nodded. "When the two of you were apart, it was kind of a third-person view, like watching a movie. But whenever you were with her, I saw you through her eyes. I felt what she felt, I thought what she thought. I think,” She looked at me apprehensively. "When the dreams started, it was the summer she figured out that she loved you. I was five and didn't really understand what I was seeing. I started using bigger words, and acting like I was thirteen because you two were thirteen." My thoughts swirled like a hurricane around that night nine years ago. There was the crash, and my truck crumpled up like a beer can. I was dazed, and there was glass in my eyes. I struggled to reach Melissa. The door had crumpled in and crushed her into the seat, into the tight space between what had been the dashboard and the back of the cab. Her eyes opened as I touched her cheek. She tried to speak, but no noise came out. Her mouth kept moving until suddenly she went still. Her heart stopped, and the spark of life left her eyes. My love, my life, was gone. Tears were streaming down my face, but somehow I had the composure to speak. "If you thought what she thought, did she blame me?" One thing that I had thought I had come to a resolution on, was the thought that the accident was my fault, that; had I not been looking at her at that moment, I might have been able to avoid the other car. Kate was crying too. "Of course not. You know what she was trying to say?" She reached across the table and held my hands tight in hers. "She was saying "I love you" over and over. She knew she was dying, and her only thought was that you would be alone." Still holding Kate's hands, I buried my face into my arm and cried hard, shuddering with every sob. I don't know how long I cried. At some point, I heard the waitress come by, and Kate whispered "We're okay." I felt Kate start running a hand through my hair, massaging my head. Exactly how Melissa used to. It felt good, but it also felt wrong. It wasn't Melissa's hand, It was Kate's. She was some random college girl I had never met, and I was plenty old enough to be her father. At the same time though, some part of me, deep down, was screaming that this was Melissa. I raised my head from my arm and looked at Kate. I felt no apprehension or shame in meeting her eyes, eyes that were so much like Melissa's. I studied them intently. They weren't just similar, they were identical. The patterns of blue were the same, and there was even that tiny green speck in the iris of her right eye. No one but me had ever noticed it. As insane as it sounds, I swear that I could feel Melissa's soul staring back at me through Kate's eyes. "So, what now?" I asked. "Maybe we should go somewhere more private and figure this out," Kate replied, her eyes moving to the people walking into the bar. "I still live in the same place." I couldn't believe that I had just said that. Did I just ask this girl to come home with me? Yes. She may be half my age, but there was something supernatural to the way I was drawn to her. She was not Melissa, I knew that, but in some intangible way, she very much was. Kate led the way, and I followed her back to my apartment. For some inexplicable reason, I thought of the day Melissa sat next to me on the rocks, and tearfully explained her past. The words I had spoken to her came into my mind as clearly as I had just said them. "None of what happened was your fault. You deserve to be happy. You deserve to be loved. I love you, I will always love you. Nothing in the past, present, or future will stop me from loving you until the end of time, and when we're both gone from this world, I'll find you in the next and keep loving you!" Is there such a thing as reincarnation? But no, Kate was in her early twenties, and Melissa died only nine years ago. The words continued to echo in my mind, and I realized that at some point it had stopped being my voice that was speaking. It was Melissa's. I bumped the door shut with my back and watched Kate as she surveyed my apartment. It occurred to me that not a lot had changed about the place in the last nine years, since the last time Kate would have seen it in her dreams. The couch was faded and threadbare, but comfortable, and the decorations were pretty much how Melissa had left them. The biggest difference, I noticed with some shame, was the general disorder of the place. Dirty dishes sat in a pile on the counter near the sink, and empty food containers covered the rest of the flat surfaces in the kitchenette. A pile of dirty clothes partially blocked the narrow hallway. Kate turned slowly, taking it all in. She stopped, facing me. "It looks exactly how I remember." I studied her face. I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing. She pointed at a picture on the wall beside the door. "I remember when that was taken. We, You went to a big concert in Wisconsin..." I could see at her collar, that she was wearing a tee shirt under her sweatshirt. "Take off your sweatshirt." I should have realized the creepy way in which that could be taken, but I wasn't thinking like that. I wanted to see her, to see if my eyes could help solve the mystery that had so thoroughly confused my heart and mind. A small part of me was surprised ,as Kate complied without hesitation. When she pulled the sweatshirt off, the bottom of her tee shirt was pulled up enough for me to get a glimpse of her flat belly. Her clothes were tight-fitting, and my eyes roamed her body. She was the same height as Melissa, had the same overall shape to her frame, and seemed to be in very good shape. She wasn't as muscular as Melissa had been, but then again, Melissa never had to try as hard as others to build muscle mass. Kate was watching me study her. She didn't look afraid or apprehensive at all. Rather, what came across to me was a sense of absolute trust. Melissa had looked at me like that, like she would put her life in my hands without hesitation, safe in the knowledge that I would never willingly hurt her. Her hair was very different, in color and style, and her skin was pale, like she didn't spend a lot of time outside. I stepped closer and tentatively raised a hand to her face. She didn't flinch or pull away. My hand cupped her cheek, and she closed her eyes, pressing her face into my gentle touch. Her features were softened by youth, but the shape of her face, the structure of her bones, was eerily familiar. "You do look like her," I said softly. "Sometimes when I look in the mirror, I see her face looking back at me." I felt her hands on my waist as she stepped close. Our faces were inches apart. "This must be difficult for you," She whispered. "I've lived with this my whole life. I've had time to deal with it." Seemingly of their own accord, my arms wrapped around her in a hug. She pressed herself against me, and I could feel that her heart was beating as rapidly as mine. "Through the years, I began to love being her." My face nestled against her neck, fitting perfectly. I breathed in deep. Her scent, my God, it was her scent! "I began to love you," She whispered into my ear. "I love you the way she loved you." My thoughts were muddled; like I had been drinking all day and her words were hypnotizing. The rational part of my mind, dazzled as it was; still held to the fact that this was not Melissa. The rest of me wanted her to be Melissa, needed her to be. "I'm so alone." My words fell out of my mouth like a sob. "You don't have to be alone," She said soothingly. "You deserve to be loved." I brought my head up and looked into her eyes, Melissa's eyes. Why had she used those specific words, those words that had floated into my mind not ten minutes ago? They were my words, and it seemed as though Melissa was speaking them. "Do I?" I asked. "Everyone deserves to be loved, but you especially." I thought of the stranger I saw when I looked in the mirror. "You haven't seen me since the accident. I'm not the same person I was before. I don't know who I am, but it's not the Charles you knew." She cupped my face in her hands. Her eyes seemed to penetrate my very soul, reading the truth that had been obscured from me for so long. "I see you, Charles. You are kind and gentle, caring and considerate, fiercely loyal and honorable. You are truthful and funny, wise and brave. Most of all, you are loving. You would selflessly give the last of yourself if the one you loved needed it." The way Kate was looking at me, the love and knowing in her eyes, made something click in my mind. Bubbling up from the depths, came feelings I thought were gone forever. I remembered the way my heart fluttered when Melissa smiled at me, even after fifteen years of marriage. I remembered how it felt to fully give myself to her, and how my greatest pleasure was seeing the pleasure I gave to her. I remembered the sense of unity, the self and the other made whole. I remembered love, pure and bright, untainted by the weight of the world. Melissa and I had given ourselves to each other and became something greater, one being in all ways, body, heart, mind, and soul. That is who I was, who I am, and who I will forever be. Now standing here with this woman in my arms, I felt that connection again. I felt the bond we had forged, stronger than the foundations of the Earth, stronger than the very fabric of space and time. Though I hadn't seen it for years, it had not dissolved, had not forsaken me. What were a few years compared to that kind of power? "Are you my Melissa?" A faint sense of doubt passed through her eyes. "I don't know. Yes? No? Neither?" She looked away from my eyes, confusion, and memory clouding her face. "Have you ever read about schizophrenics? My mother thought I was one because when I started writing in diaries, I didn't have just one. I had three, one for me, one for Melissa, and one for you. I wrote down everything, all your conversations, and all your emotions. It was mostly just you at this point, with a few precious dreams of your weekends at the cabin with Melissa. Mom brought me to more doctors than I can remember, and they all said that I wasn't schizophrenic, as I didn't have trouble being myself. Apart from my dreams, I was a normal, healthy little girl. They read my journals, determined that I was suffering from an advanced form of multiple personality disorder, and medicated me accordingly. They were stumped though, how a little girl could write with such detail and realism." She looked down and fidgeted with the hem of her shirt. I watched how her fingers moved and the posture of her body. She moved like Melissa. "The drugs they gave me didn't do anything but make me feel like shit all the time. I didn't know where my dreams were coming from, but I had to believe that nothing was wrong with me because they felt so right. I enjoyed them and saw them as a gift or a blessing. As strange as it may seem, you were my best friend, and I went to sleep happy every night." She stopped fidgeting and looked at me. "When I was thirteen, I had a dream about that most special weekend at the cabin. It was several dreams actually. I experienced every single moment. I felt the bond Melissa made with you, and not just while I was dreaming. The following days, I buzzed with giddy excitement and cried from the sheer joy of it. It was then that I knew without a shred of doubt, that I wasn't ill." She said this last word with derision. "Nothing that felt that right and pure could be sickness. I stopped taking the medication that day. My waking mind cleared, and I knew joy like I hadn't imagined possible." She sighed. "I never knew for sure if what I experienced in my dreams was happening to real people, or if it was all just for me alone, and I didn't want to find out." She placed my hand on her chest and I could feel her heart pounding. "What I do know, is that as time went on and I grew older, I became more like Melissa. Her personality and insecurities, likes and dislikes, her thoughts and dreams, all merged with my own. When I was old enough to start dating, I went out with a lot of guys. It never worked out, and rarely even got close to physical intimacy, because none of them were you." Her chest was heaving as her heart beat even faster. "I couldn't find love, because I was already in love. I don't know if I am Melissa. I wasn't born as her, so maybe I'm not. But in every way that truly matters, I think that I am her." I read her eyes with the ease that I had been able to read Melissa's. Her love for me was evident, as was her passion and desire. No one but Melissa had ever looked at me the way she was now. Like Melissa's had, Kate's eyes also held insecurity, self-consciousness, and hurt. Kate said that she had dreamed about the accident for years now. Seeing it, feeling it play out over and over. The pain of my recollection of it was pushed aside by an immense surge of empathy and compassion. I only had to live through it once. I couldn't imagine having it waiting for me every night, to see and feel it in perfect clarity, untarnished by the fog of memory. My hand slid from her heart, and she shuddered involuntarily as it settled gently on the side of her neck, just below her jawline. At that moment, I didn't see Kate. I saw the girl I had fallen hopelessly in love with so many years ago, and the woman I had married. I saw my warrior queen, fierce and confident, but at the same time so gentle and insecure. I saw her soul, eternally bound to mine. I saw Melissa's inexhaustible sexual desire for me, roaring hot as a blast furnace, as mine did for her. I tilted her face up and kissed her. She moaned softly, as her lips opened and our tongues met. The kissing was slow and gentle, neither of us wanting to scare the other with our need for intimacy. We both gasped as our mouths parted. She held my face, and her touch, despite my three-day-old stubble, was soft and familiar. "Maybe we shouldn't,” She held a finger to my lips. "I need you and you need me," She whispered. Slowly, she pulled her tee shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. Eyes locked with mine, she unzipped her pants, shimmied, and kicked them away when they fell to her ankles. She wore a matching set of light blue panties and a bra. They were pretty, lacy things that accentuated her toned body in a way that screamed sensuality. Without another word, she took my hand in hers and led me to my bed. Later, I watched Kate sleep peacefully in my arms. I reached to the bedside table, and turned out the light, plunging the room into total darkness. I turned back to Kate, who I could see in my mind's eye with crystal clarity. This girl, this woman, who was at the same time achingly familiar and disturbingly foreign, had arrived in my life at the head of a rampaging horde of swirling thoughts. Was it possible that Melissa's soul had somehow made its way to Kate, and led her to me? Amid our passion, as years of longing and desire burst forth from both of us, it felt like I was with Melissa, in every way I could perceive. She moved and kissed like her, smelled and tasted like her. She felt like her, outside and in, and even moaned and cried out like her. I felt like I could give in and accept it. I could acknowledge that this was, in fact, Melissa. We could continue our life together as if the real Melissa had never died. We could be happy, and grow old hand in hand. It was so tempting to lose myself to the idea. My heart ached for it. But something wasn't right. The whole idea seemed unnatural as if it had been manipulated by a higher power whose intent could not be known. This doubt had the feel of truth, jagged and persistent. I knew that I couldn't ignore it, that it would be an eternal festering mote, no matter how sweet a fantasy my life would seem. There was a riddle here that needed to be solved, that demanded to be solved. Above all the confusion and jumbled emotions, there was an overarching feeling that there was an answer just beyond my grasp. I knew that if I could reach it and see just a glimpse of what was beyond, if only for a split second, I would know the truth. I lay there in the dark, willing with every fiber of my being for the universe to give me an answer. The darkness seemed to acquiesce to my silent pleading. I fell through the dark, free of my bed, free of the Earth and reality, into a cozy warm sleeping bag. I spoke to Melissa as night became morning. "You know me better than anyone. Being with you makes me feel complete, in a way I didn't know was possible. I am yours, in all ways, forever." Bright as a star, the light of love flashed in her eyes, bathing all existence with its brilliance. "Hold on to that moment, use it as a refuge." Sandy blonde hair glowed like golden fire in an autumn sunbeam. "You're real," Melissa said as we embraced outside her apartment. We evaporated into smoke, wafting on a lazy breeze through the pines, and condensed again, lying in Melissa's bed. "Have you been that lonely?" I asked. "For as long as I can remember" Melissa flung herself into my arms. "Am I okay? Charles, this is a dream come true!" A small glass bottle was held out for me to smell. I leaned close and howled as I was sucked into the bottle, down, down, down, into the swirling, bubbling liquid. "We remember scents much better than we think we do. Sometimes all we need is a little hint, and it's brought right to the front. Scents are all connected in our minds, and are rooted deep down at the very foundation of memory." My howl became the biting wind, as cold as the water crashing its way through the rocks. The grayness of the sky seemed to leach all color and emotion from the world. "None of what happened was your fault. You deserve to be happy. You deserve to be loved. I love you, I will always love you." The wind rose, howling becoming screeching, becoming screaming, as tires slid, glass broke, and metal crumpled. "I love you. I love you. I love you..." A sudden silence as the flying glass became a sea of stars. "Nothing in the past, present, or future will stop me from loving you until the end of time..." The endless expanse of the cosmos loomed, comforting in its infinite possibility. "...and when we're both gone from this world, I'll find you in the next and keep loving you!" I stood alone in a bright sunlit clearing, within a cathedral of Red Pines. Above, a billion, billion suns twinkled in the vast dark. My mother hugged me. "Oh, Charles. Love is so precious. It doesn't matter where you find it, but when you do, you hold on with both hands and never let go." Mother became Melissa, whispering my words back to me. "I'll find you in the next and keep loving you." Our sacred pine grove faded as her whisper echoed through infinity. "I'll find you in the next, in the next, in the next..." I floated alone. The self, the other, and the one were all gone. Joy and sadness were words without meaning. Light and dark had no definition. Space had no direction. Time held no sway. Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 2 parts, for Literotica.

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Hoy reunimos a expertos del mundo agrícola, ganadero y agroalimentario para analizar los perfiles más demandados, los retos del relevo generacional y las oportunidades emergentes que están transformando el campo en Aragón. Una charla clave para jóvenes, emprendedores y profesionales que buscan futuro en un sector con mucho por contar… y aún más por hacer.Moderado por Carlos Espatolero, director del programa De Puertas al Campo, el encuentro reúne a destacadas voces del ámbito académico, investigador y profesional. Participan Marta Rivas, directora del CPIFP de Movera y vicepresidenta de FP Empresa; Celia Cantín, investigadora del CSIC en la Estación Experimental de Aula Dei; y María Videgain, coordinadora del Máster en Ingeniería Agronómica en la Escuela Politécnica Superior de Huesca. El análisis se completa con las aportaciones de Jesús Betrán, decano del Colegio de Ingenieros Agrónomos de Aragón, Navarra y País Vasco; Ignacio Pérez-Soba, decano del Colegio de Ingenieros de Montes de Aragón; José Luis Olleta, vicedecano de la Facultad de Veterinaria de Zaragoza; y Javier Lorén, miembro de la Junta de Gobierno del Colegio de Ingenieros Técnicos Agrícolas de Aragón.

In today's culture, it's easy to be sedentary. Most people have access to food, entertainment, and work without having to move much at all. And of course, a sedentary lifestyle has been shown to be linked to a whole host of chronic diseases. The question is: how do we become more active in a culture that encourages a sedentary lifestyle? Today's guest, Katy Bowman is a biomechanist, bestselling author, and expert in all things movement, mobility, and functionality. She's back on The Model Health Show for another engaging conversation on how (and why) to add more essential movement into your daily routine. In this conversation, we're going to cover how our sedentary, convenience-based culture removes opportunities for movement, the difference between movement and exercise, and specific ways to improve your functionality—from your eyes to your feet. Katy has an insightful way of teaching these movement principles, and I know you're going to take away something that changes the way you think and move. Enjoy!   In this episode you'll discover:  An important distinction between movement and exercise. (12:52) Why reducing movement to its parts is like dissecting an apple. (15:44) The problem with outsourcing our movement for convenience. (17:58) Why labor can be an important category of movement. (19:28) The importance of the eye-brain connection and how to strengthen it. (25:31) How working on your spinal curvature can improve your outcomes as you age. (28:47) The role your feet play in whole body movement. (34:50) A simple stretch you can use to improve the functionality of your feet. (53:19) Why simply sitting on the floor can increase your mobility. (56:36) What we can learn from the way that kids move. (59:58) How to improve your physical workload in middle age. (1:01:45) Why we need to broaden our definition of exercise. (1:04:23)  Items mentioned in this episode include:  Fromourplace.com/model  - Get 10% off toxin-free, ceramic coated cookware with code MODEL! Peluva.com/model  - Get 15% off barefoot shoes with my code MODEL!  Whole Body Barefoot by Katy Bowman - Learn how to improve the function of your feet! Move Your DNA by Katy Bowman - Read about the power of movement! Connect with Katy Bowman Website / Podcast / Instagram   Be sure you are subscribed to this podcast to automatically receive your episodes:   Apple Podcasts Spotify Soundcloud Pandora YouTube    This episode of The Model Health Show is brought to you by Our Place and Peluva. Get 10% off toxin-free, ceramic coated cookware by using my code MODEL at fromourplace.com/model. Peluva's barefoot minimalist shoes support postural alignment, proprioception, and overall functionality. Get 15% off your order by using code MODEL at peluva.com/model.  

Eugene Chew is the Global Chief Operating Officer at BikesOnline.com, a leading direct-to-consumer cycling retailer in the U.S. and Australia and the exclusive distributor of Polygon and Superior bikes.From the early days of the internet to scaling a global Ecommerce operation, Eugene has built a career at the intersection of creativity, data, and operational excellence. Before joining BikesOnline, he led digital transformation as Chief Digital Officer at J. Walter Thompson (WPP) and served as Greater China Regional Head at Lion (Kirin).At BikesOnline, Eugene and his team are redefining what it means to sell complex, logistics-heavy products online. From solving “dirty freight” challenges to perfecting the post-purchase experience, he's proving that operational rigor and creative problem-solving can turn friction into a competitive moat.Beyond Ecommerce, Eugene is also an avid cyclist, gardener, and tea enthusiast — running Tea Urchin, his aged tea business that reflects his love for craftsmanship and detail.Whether you're scaling a DTC brand, optimizing supply chains, or navigating global expansion with a lean team, Eugene offers an inside look at how to balance creativity, data, and discipline to build a sustainable business that lasts.This episode also mentions insights from Izzy Rosenzweig of Portless on rethinking global fulfillment, and Kyle Hency of GoodDay Software on building better systems for modern Shopify brands.In This Conversation We Discuss:[00:38] Intro[01:36] Naming a brand that stands the test of time[02:09] Predicting automation in ad buying early on[05:01] Learning innovation from China's all-in-one model[06:01] Balancing innovation with Western logistics limits[08:55] Recognizing the shift toward direct brand work[10:12] Shifting from service work to physical operations[11:50] Managing cash flow under market uncertainty[12:31] Stay updated with new episodes[12:41] Helping founders scale beyond day-to-day ops[13:27] Finding opportunity in a pandemic-era pivot[14:01] Designing packaging that simplifies assembly[15:30] Diversifying suppliers to reduce risk exposure[17:48] Protecting margins from tariff and fraud risks[19:01] Choosing Shopify for flexibility and speed[22:36] Hiring agencies to guide complex migrations[25:05] Training teams before adding new integrations[27:18] Episode Sponsors: Electric Eye & Heatmap[29:59] Partnering with experts where specialization wins[31:58] Gaining perspective from cross-industry learnings[34:27] Avoiding costly trial-and-error learning[36:34] Prioritizing projects with impact and simplicity[41:20] Managing cost challenges in global logistics[44:50] Preparing for tariffs with flexible strategiesResources:Subscribe to Honest Ecommerce on YoutubePremium bikes at unbeatable prices, direct from manufacturers bikesonline.com/Follow Eugene Chew linkedin.com/in/eugenechewMentioned episode with Izzy Rosenzweig of Portless: www.youtube.com/watch?v=XpbeHvv3_1QMentioned episode with Kyle Hency of GoodDay Software: www.youtube.com/watch?v=UQNsUfgl9E4Schedule an intro call with one of our experts electriceye.io/connectClear, real-time data built for ecommerce optimization heatmap.com/honestIf you're enjoying the show, we'd love it if you left Honest Ecommerce a review on Apple Podcasts. It makes a huge impact on the success of the podcast, and we love reading every one of your reviews!

Liz Miele is a stand-up comedian with a new special, Space Camp, available now at PunchUp.live/lizmiele. See her on tour this October in Detroit and Chicago. Find more at lizmiele.com and follow her on Instagram and X @lizmiele.Christopher Rufo is a conservative activist, New College of Florida board member, and senior fellow at the Manhattan Institute. He's currently focused on reforming America's universities. Follow him on X @realchrisrufo.IN THE NEWS: Jon Stewart blasts the media for politicizing mass shootings, YouTube agrees to pay $24.5 million to settle Trump's lawsuit over his 2021 suspension, Pete Hegseth calls for stricter military fitness standards, and Tyrese Gibson faces legal trouble after his dogs allegedly killed a neighbor's pet.Get it on.FOR MORE WITH LIZ MIELE:SPECIAL: Space CampTOUR DATES:Oct 4 - The Independent - Detroit, MIOct 5 - The Den Theater - Chicago, ILWEBSITE: lizmiele.comINSTAGRAM & TWITTER: @lizmieleFOR MORE WITH CHRISTOPHER RUFO:TWITTER: @realchrisrufoFOR MORE WITH RUDY PAVICH: INSTAGRAM: @rudy_pavichWEBSITE: www.rudypavichcomedy.comSubscribe to The Adam Carolla Show on Substack: https://adamcarolla.substack.com/LIVE SHOWS: October 2-4 - Las Vegas, NVOctober 9 - New York, NYOctober 10-11 - Pottstown, PAOctober 29 - Burbank, CAThank you for supporting our sponsors:BetOnlinehomes.comoreillyauto.com/adamPluto.tvSHOPIFY.COM/carollaSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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Veronique de Rugy of the Mercatus Center questions the need for US industrial policy, arguing that the existing system of limited government and free trade, which produces unparalleled tech and wealth, is already superior. 1790 ADAM SMITH

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