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With the release of Wicked: For Good, spectacle is back in theaters and back on the press circuit: Ariana Grande and Cynthia Erivo are again “holding space” along with each other's individual fingers and other quirks they picked up along the way. This is, apparently, how movies are promoted now. Guest: Michael Schulman, staff writer at The New Yorker and the author of Oscar Wars: A History of Hollywood in Gold, Sweat, and Tears. Want more What Next? Subscribe to Slate Plus to access ad-free listening to the whole What Next family and across all your favorite Slate podcasts. Subscribe today on Apple Podcasts by clicking “Try Free” at the top of our show page. Sign up now at slate.com/whatnextplus to get access wherever you listen. Podcast production by Elena Schwartz, Paige Osburn, Anna Phillips, Madeline Ducharme, and Rob Gunther. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

With the release of Wicked: For Good, spectacle is back in theaters and back on the press circuit: Ariana Grande and Cynthia Erivo are again “holding space” along with each other's individual fingers and other quirks they picked up along the way. This is, apparently, how movies are promoted now. Guest: Michael Schulman, staff writer at The New Yorker and the author of Oscar Wars: A History of Hollywood in Gold, Sweat, and Tears. Want more What Next? Subscribe to Slate Plus to access ad-free listening to the whole What Next family and across all your favorite Slate podcasts. Subscribe today on Apple Podcasts by clicking “Try Free” at the top of our show page. Sign up now at slate.com/whatnextplus to get access wherever you listen. Podcast production by Elena Schwartz, Paige Osburn, Anna Phillips, Madeline Ducharme, and Rob Gunther. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

With the release of Wicked: For Good, spectacle is back in theaters and back on the press circuit: Ariana Grande and Cynthia Erivo are again “holding space” along with each other's individual fingers and other quirks they picked up along the way. This is, apparently, how movies are promoted now. Guest: Michael Schulman, staff writer at The New Yorker and the author of Oscar Wars: A History of Hollywood in Gold, Sweat, and Tears. Want more What Next? Subscribe to Slate Plus to access ad-free listening to the whole What Next family and across all your favorite Slate podcasts. Subscribe today on Apple Podcasts by clicking “Try Free” at the top of our show page. Sign up now at slate.com/whatnextplus to get access wherever you listen. Podcast production by Elena Schwartz, Paige Osburn, Anna Phillips, Madeline Ducharme, and Rob Gunther. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

With the release of Wicked: For Good, spectacle is back in theaters and back on the press circuit: Ariana Grande and Cynthia Erivo are again “holding space” along with each other's individual fingers and other quirks they picked up along the way. This is, apparently, how movies are promoted now. Guest: Michael Schulman, staff writer at The New Yorker and the author of Oscar Wars: A History of Hollywood in Gold, Sweat, and Tears. Want more What Next? Subscribe to Slate Plus to access ad-free listening to the whole What Next family and across all your favorite Slate podcasts. Subscribe today on Apple Podcasts by clicking “Try Free” at the top of our show page. Sign up now at slate.com/whatnextplus to get access wherever you listen. Podcast production by Elena Schwartz, Paige Osburn, Anna Phillips, Madeline Ducharme, and Rob Gunther. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Matt Spiegel and Anthony Herron discussed Bears defensive end Montez Sweat's emergence in recent weeks, with Herron sharing what Sweat is doing so well.

Amie Wells and Taylor Zarzour break down the Titans' narrow loss to Houston, highlight Cam Ward's clutch 95-yard drive, and examine the injury-shaken wide receiver room as Tennessee prepares for Seattle. The duo discusses the rising importance of the tight ends, celebrates standout defenders like Simmons and Sweat, and sits down with rookie TE Gunner Helm for a deep dive into his development, blocking, confidence, and transition to the NFL. Plus—Thanksgiving debates, Keith Bulluck's Real Deal Matchup, and a look ahead at My Cause My Cleats and the new Nissan Stadium milestone.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Today's Sports Daily is an interview with Last Men Standing's podcast co-host Tony Farmer as we discuss the Circa Survivor contest, look at this weeks games, map out the rest of the season, and much more. Music written by Bill Conti & Allee Willis (Casablanca Records/Universal Music Group)  Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

In this episode, coaches Chris Armstrong (and Zacca Newman kick off with a race report from Chris's Sweat Vs Steam 10k. Chris finished in a solid 37:37, but recounts the chaos of the starting pack where he "was getting absolutely swamped, elbowed, kicked in the back of the legs by people who confused the 10K with an 800". His biggest challenge, however, came five minutes in when he planted his left foot in a pothole, and it "just crunched" , making a noise like "bubble wrap". The pain subsided, allowing him to finish a strong, even-paced race. It wasn't until after he had finished, and was feeling "pretty cooked, pretty delirious," The event was touted as a success with a massive effort from the run2pb community supporting the event and volunteers assisting, with $14338 being raised for Echuca Regional Health.This weeks Run2PB athlete is Matt Miller, a 25-year-old business owner and former golfer who only began running seriously in January 2025. Fresh off apodium at the Sweat Vs Steam race. Despite his short time in the sport, Matt has posted impressive PBs, including a Marathon time of 2:40:22 at Gold Coast in July 2025, and a recent 5k PB of 16:03. The discussion covers his rapid progression, his background in golf, and his ambitious targets for 2026, which include the Ballarat and Melbourne Marathons and competing in XCR.A key focus of the conversation is what Matt has learned from Chris's coaching, especially concerning his training structure. Matt shares that "without doubt, the biggest thing is being consistent" , admitting his training was "so sporadic"   Matt also reveals his enjoyment of interval sessions that he "wouldn't have thought to do anything like that"  The episode wraps up with a fun quick-fire round of questions.With thanks to Oat Running our partner, Chris will be gifted some Oat Running Socks.Listeners of the show can get a a 15% discount using "run2pb15" at the check out. Visit www⁠.oatrunning.com.au

The Time Riders: Part 12 Teaching Nanu about the modern world. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Some minutes passed before Becky pressed her forehead to Nanu's, holding her by the cheeks. "I'm so sorry, Nanu; I thought I'd lost you. I'm sorry; I'll teach you how to be careful. I promise." "I'm sorry, Mistress, I didn't mean to be thoughtless and frighten you," Nanu sniffled, her eyes bleary. As much as the fright by the wheeled monster, she was disconcerted by how upset her Mistress was. Rebe-kah was genuinely terrified that she'd nearly lost Nanu. It made her love her Mistress even more. "Let's go back inside," Becky suggested, pulling Nanu to her feet. "I promise, we'll try again later." She looked both ways before taking them across the road, holding Nanu close, even possessively. Becky was taking no chances. "Mistress?" "Yes, my love?" As they reached the curb back in front of Becky's house, Nanu held up the hem of her long shirt, heedless of the fact that she was flashing her cunt to a random woman walking by as she showed Becky something. "I'm sorry, the monster, it frightened me. I; I pissed myself and ruined the sack." Becky's response was somewhere between a laugh, a choke, and a sob and she caressed Nanu's shoulder as they continued walking. "Don't worry, I'll find you another." "Can it have a flaming cock on it again?" Nanu asked. "I think I rather like that." Becky smiled. "I'll buy you some more flaming cock shirts, my love. I promise." The door shut behind them, and it was time to relax. It had been quite the eventful day and it was barely noon. After a nap. "Do you have friends, Mistress?" Nanu asked as she lay on her back on the bed, gazing up at Becky. She ground and pumped her hips, slithering her cunt against her lover's, while Becky looked down at her, churning and undulating. Becky was fondling one of her ample tits, while the other was caressing one of Nanu's. In turn, Nanu was groping Becky, while her free hand had reached down and was holding her nether lips wide, exposing her throbbing clit to be brushed by Becky's. They'd already cum a few times, but were simply enjoying the sensations now. "Of course, silly," Becky giggled, loving how wet and sticky their pussies felt together. "You just haven't met any of them yet. The only person you know aside from me is Mark." "If we meet your friends, what will you tell them about me?" One of the things that Becky appreciated about Nanu was that she could fuck and still hold a conversation if she felt the need. Business didn't interfere with pleasure. "I admit, I haven't given it too much thought yet, but I would probably tell them that you're a student from another country who I have staying with me, and you don't speak English." Nanu arched her hips and side, pressing hard against Becky's cunt. "Mistress, what; what is the name of the place we are in? Where in the empire of the Romans is it?" Becky had to stop fucking because she broke down laughing. She leaned down and pressed her body to Nanu's hugging her tight while she jiggled uncontrollably. Nanu held her Mistress, but she was frowning, wondering what was so funny. She stopped frowning when Becky kissed her lovingly. "Oh, Nanu," the blonde woman said, smiling into her companion's eyes. "I have so much to explain to you still;” She sat up and then pulled Nanu into her lap. Nanu's legs wrapped around her Mistress' waist and she just looked contentedly into Becky's blue eyes. She knew she was in for an explanation she wouldn't completely understand, but as long as she was naked like this with Becky, she didn't mind, either. There wasn't much Nanu couldn't endure, as long as she kept getting fucked on a regular basis. And Becky seemed to like fucking as much as she did. It was a wonderful match, as far as Nanu was concerned. "Baby," Becky cooed, pushing a stray damp hair away from Nanu's lovely face. "Where we are now, we are very, very far from the boundaries of the Roman Empire. The place I live, it is a nation called 'Canada'." "Kaaa-na-daaa;” she said quietly. She liked the sound of it. "Is Kaaa-na-daaa a large place?" Becky tried to remember her ancient history, not to mention what she knew about her own geography. "Well," she said finally, having figured it out. "Canada is larger than the entire Roman empire at its height. Canada is the second largest nation in the world." Nanu's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. "Impossible!" she almost hissed in disbelief. "How have you fought off the Roman devils? Is Kaaa-na-daaa mighty?" Becky drew in a breath. This is where it got difficult. "Nanu, I know you can read, and you can count, but; do big numbers mean anything to you?" Nanu shrugged. "I could count higher than any of the other slaves in the Flavian household, and even a few of my masters and mistresses. Sometimes I was too smart and they beat me for it. I think I count well." "I'm asking because;” Becky continued, seeming hesitant. "The Roman Empire, it fell around one-thousand five-hundred years ago." Nanu said nothing, trying to understand what she had just been told. The Empire, gone? Life without Rome? Becky blushed. "It; and the time you were from, Nanu, that was just under three hundred years before Rome fell. My time, where we live now, is about eighteen-hundred years after your own." A long silence followed. Nanu shook her head. When she looked at Becky, her hazel eyes were full of worry. "Mistress, are; are you lying to me?" Becky shook her head slowly. "No, Nanu. I promised you I wouldn't lie to you." "But I don't understand what you mean," the Egyptian girl almost pleaded. "These numbers you are saying, they; I don't understand them!" She took Becky's hands in hers, her expression somewhere between afraid and desperate. "Please help me understand, Mistress.." Becky thought about what she could possibly do to help her beloved Nanu understand. She considered, her eyes closed for some seconds. When she opened them, she nodded. "Come downstairs with me and I will try," she said. Nanu clambered out of her lap and the two girls rose. Taking Nanu's hand, Becky led her downstairs to the living room. She made Nanu sit on the floor while she walked over to a corner. In said corner, behind a decorative screen, she kept a large, bluish water container, like one would find supplying the water cooler in an office. With a grunt, she began rolling it out from its storage space and toward Nanu. The former slave-girl watched curiously while Becky now turned it over with some effort, spilling out what looked to Nanu like tiny brown coins. Endless numbers of them, chinking and tinkling into a pile on the rug. "There," Becky breathed, wiping her brow. She'd already been sweaty from sex with Nanu, and the effort of rolling and tipping her change barrel had her feeling warm. She now lay down on her stomach on the carpet opposite Nanu, with the piles of tiny brown coins between them. "Nanu, these are called 'pennies', and they are a type of coin we use in my time. They are made of aeramen (copper), like some coins you know." Nanu nodded slowly. Becky held up a penny. "We're going to pretend each of these is a year. We're going to count them. And when we get to a certain point, that is how long ago the Roman Empire fell. But think of them as years, Nanu." Nanu drew a deep breath, sat with her legs crossed, and began counting, picking up the pennies and placing them into a new pile she started. "One; two; three;” Fifteen minutes later. Nanu had stopped pushing the pennies, but was still counting aloud while Becky moved the coins. "Six hundred fifty-one; six hundred fifty-two;” Becky could tell her beloved friend was getting very upset, but she kept going, because she needed Nanu to understand. The minutes dragged by, but Nanu kept counting. "Nine hundred eighty-five;” she said in a quavering voice. "Nine hundred eighty-six; nine hundred; No!" Nanu shoved the ever-growing pile of pennies away, scattering the coins, and Becky reared back in surprise. The Egyptian girl was scrambling backward on her ass, her eyes wide in fear and disbelief. She bumped into the couch before she yelped and leapt to her feet, dashing out of the room. "You're Lying!" "Nanu!" Becky called, getting hastily to her feet as the smaller girl opened the front door and burst onto the street. She was still naked, and Becky could hear her sobbing. "Shit shit shit shit;” Becky said under her breath as she pulled a long jacket out of the closet and then dashed out the door, looking around. "Nanu?" she called frantically. "Nanu!" But the girl was nowhere in sight. She looked up and down the street, seeing no bewildered pedestrians. Thank God it was Sunday, but how long could it possibly be before a tiny naked woman was noticed running around the neighborhood sobbing to herself and unable to speak English? She'd be picked up by the police, be terrified, and they would have absolutely no way of identifying her. Heaven only knows what would happen then. Poor Nanu! Becky took a chance and began heading in the direction she heard a dog barking from. She kept calling Nanu's name, having no clue where she could have gone. How on earth had no one seen her yet? Becky cursed herself. There were so many things she hadn't anticipated. How could she? She and Mark had brought Nanu forward in time to make her life better, to free her from the chains of slavery. It seemed like such a good thing to do. It had to be. After all, hadn't time let them do it? She wasn't even exactly certain what had set Nanu off, but she had an inkling. Yet another thing Becky hadn't known she needed to think through. Why would she know that? She'd never brought anyone forward in time before. How many people had? One ten millionth of this time's people? Maybe? She didn't know! This was almost as new to her as it was to Nanu. But Becky was making her own choices and knew she didn't need to be afraid. Nanu was completely surrounded by a universe she knew nothing about. Even the air had to smell completely different to her! She stopped just outside of a parkette and looked around. "Nanu!" she called loudly. She heard a gasp and then muffled sobbing, along with the rustling of foliage. She turned and saw the shrubs that marked the boundaries of the parkette moving awkwardly. She moved toward the disturbance, hoping her search was over. She stopped in front of the shrubs and spoke gently. "Nanu?" "En!" the girl hissed in panic. "Annoi!" Becky had no idea what Nanu had just said, since it wasn't Latin, but she could guess. She stopped coming forward and simply knelt down in the cold grass, determined to give Nanu the time she needed. She could see the girl now, stuffed bodily into the thicket, her hazel eyes brittle with fright. Poor Nanu had to be in agony, wedged in with all those branches and sticks poking and scratching her. How had she done it to begin with? "I'm here, Nanu," she said softly, letting Nanu see her smile, but she stayed still. "I'm sorry you got frightened. Will you please tell me what happened? I am trying so hard to understand, but I am not perfect at this, as you can see." Nanu was sobbing quietly, trying to not be heard. But after some moments, she seemed to be trying to rein in her crying so that she could speak. It took some time, words only coming out as choked gasps. Becky stayed still. She would wait however long was necessary. For Nanu, no length of time was too much. She owed it to the lovely, frightened young woman. And Nanu finally spoke. "They're gone, Mistress," she said in little more than a whisper. "They're all gone." Becky thought about what Nanu was saying and it sent a chill through her. "Nanu, do you mean your family?" "They're dead," she managed to say in a rasping whimper. "They're all dead; my mother, my father; my brothers and sisters; my Ki; her little baby daughter, Nanu; they are dust; dust;” Becky couldn't help it, she began crying too. She bent her head and her chest shuddered as she tried not to vocalize, and tears streamed down her face. This was a horrifying thought when she examined it from Nanu's point of view. Everything Nanu knew to be real was gone. And not even recently. The pennies had forced Nanu to see things in a way she was never meant to. Her family, they weren't newly dead, remembered by anyone. They weren't even decaying in graves. They were dust, nothing more than the endless sands of the land Nanu had grown up in. They'd become a sort of nothingness. "Nanu," Becky whispered, tears stinging her eyes and cold on her cheeks. "I'm so sorry. I; wish I knew what to say." "What can you say?" the girl murmured. "You are not a god, you cannot bring them to life for me. All I can ever do is go and see them, as they once were, alive and remembering me. But I will always be thinking that I live many ages of the moon after they are nothingness. I will never be rid of that realization, Mistress." "You're right, of course," Becky admitted, nodding. "It's different for you. Lots of my family members are dead, but I never met them, I never knew them. You lived with them all." "Please be honest with me, Mistress," Nanu said quietly. "How much more counting was there to do? How much bigger was the pile of coins going to get?" Becky blushed, feeling stupid for thinking it had been a good idea. The road to Hell was paved with good intentions. "It was going to be twice that size, Nanu. We; we got halfway through the counting." She closed her eyes while Nanu wept quietly again. Someone walked by, staring at her in confusion as she knelt in front of the shrubs in a long jacket, but just kept walking. Maybe it was a weird meditation thing. Nanu finally stopped crying but went silent. Becky did the only thing she could, and remained silent, waiting to see what happened next. Some minutes passed before Nanu finally spoke. "There are twigs and leaves stuck in my cunt." Despite herself, Becky began to snicker, squeezing her knees as she tried to stop. "Mistress," Nanu protested, but she was also trying to keep from giggling. "It's not funny, it hurts. Why did you let me do this?" "I'm sorry, baby," the blonde woman said finally, wiping a tear from her eye and smiling. "I'll try harder to keep you from doing crazy things. I promise." "I am naked, Mistress," Nanu pointed out. "Did you bring me something to wear?" "No, honey, I forgot, because I was so worried about you," admitted Becky. "Why are you stuffed into a shrub, anyway?" There was a pause before Nanu answered. "The dog scared me when it barked at me. Dogs scare me. The Romans use dogs for guards and for war. Why does Ka-na-da have war dogs?" "They aren't war dogs, my love," Becky said, wondering what to do next. "People keep dogs as pets. I used to have a dog when I was a little girl. I miss him very much." Nanu considered. "What was his name?" Becky was almost reluctant to say, since it now sounded silly. "His name was Frankincense. I; I just called him Frank for short." There was another pause. "What does that name even mean?" Becky shrugged. "He's named after a substance I think the Romans called olibanum." "You named your dog after that shit my Flavian masters kept burning in their rooms?" Nanu queried, clearly not impressed. "Hey, I like that smell, thank you," Becky replied. "And you be nice about my little Frankie, or you can keep the leaves and twigs in your cunt, young lady." "Sorry," Nanu snickered. "I'm sure your dog with the stupid name was very nice, Mistress." "Okay, are you ready to come home now?" asked the blonde, pondering their situation. "I can't leave you here like this, so; I guess I'll just hide you inside my coat and hope for the best. I mean, it's only seven blocks back to the house." There was a pause for some moment before Nanu answered. "Okay. I'm; I'm sorry, Mistress. I; I got scared." "I don't blame you, my love," Becky said gently. "Nobody can understand what you're feeling. Nobody, anywhere, can understand. Even Mark and I can't truly." She leaned forward and spoke quietly. "But I promise you, Nanu. We love you. And we want you to be happy. We wanted to free you from slavery and show you the wonders that Mark and I experience. But; we are not very good at planning, because even we don't know what to expect. But please believe me when I say that we want your happiness." "I know, Mistress. And I am sorry I said you were lying and ran away. I just felt terrified. Nothing made sense. It; still doesn't. All I can do is place my faith in you now." Becky nodded solemnly. Nanu was right. Becky couldn't even take her home, because Mark was the one with the time machine, and they wouldn't see him for the next three months. All this trauma had happened on Day One. Not a smooth start. She sighed. Maybe the chroniques dealer she'd found hidden away downtown could find someone to take Nanu back to her own time if she really wanted to return? She'd talk with Nanu about it in due course. She owed Nanu an out if she wanted one. "Okay," she said finally. "I'm going to move to the bush and open my coat, Nanu. Then you; uh; you get inside, I guess, and hug me with your arms and legs. Then I'll try to close my coat and get us home, okay?" The bush rustled as Nanu nodded, and then she moved forward, grunting and swearing as she unstuck herself from her deciduous prison. She almost tumbled into Becky, who was also nude underneath the long garment. She prayed that it would somehow fit around them both. As Nanu snuggled into her, Becky knelt up straight, presenting her waist. She fought to keep herself balanced as Nanu wrapped her arms and legs around her torso, her face squashed between Becky's ample tits. Great; Becky thought as she pushed to her feet and began struggling to close the coat around herself and the Nanu-shaped bundle now hanging onto her. She wheezed almost comically. If I manage to close the damn coat, I'm gonna smother Nanu between my tits. She'll suffocate before I get her the seven blocks home. How on earth did she get this far to begin with? Naked? Becky turned slowly and began to waddle out of the parkette. She pivoted ponderously onto the street and began the slow, awkward trek home. She could hear Nanu snuffling and trying to breathe inside the stretch-tight coat. As she waddled, Becky pulled the top of the coat open slightly, hoping to give Nanu some air. She looked down, seeing Nanu looking back up at her out of the darkness. "Thank you, Mistress;” the girl whispered. Becky could begin to imagine how she looked at the moment; she probably looked like she was trying to give birth to a horse. Or was smuggling a primate beneath her coat. Close enough, really. The occasional person walked by, giving her a curious glance, but then continuing on. This neighborhood wasn't known for being terribly nosy, as long as you weren't too dark of skin. Becky hadn't quite figured out how to solve that problem yet. "Eep! Nanu!" she hissed, shivering as Nanu's mouth found one of her nipples and began sucking on it. She heard Nanu hum contentedly, clearly willing to occupy herself this way while Becky got them home. "What're you doing, you brat?" Nanu ignored her, and Becky realized she'd been speaking English, so Nanu was free to not notice anything she said and had a perfectly viable excuse for doing so. Becky bit her lip as Nanu's wicked tongue swirled around her nipple before she began sucking again. Worse, one of the little brat's hands found her cunt and began stoking it. Whether she wanted to or not, Becky started getting wet and she tried waddling faster. Becky was going to kill Nanu when they got home. She was going to fuck her to death! Another block down. Becky could feel her face was flushed, and she was sweating now, and not only from the effort of carrying Nanu around her middle beneath the damned coat. She bit her lip and groaned as her eyes almost rolled up into her head. Dammit, one of Nanu's fingers found her way inside Becky's cunt! She tried closing her legs as she walked, to force the little tramp's finger out, but she quickly realized she would lose her balance and fall over if she kept this up. Sighing in frustration, she kept her legs open while she walked, doing her best to walk faster. "What're you smuggling under your coat, Fischer?" guffawed a neighbor as he walked by. "An orangutan?" "Uh; just groceries I have to protect!" Becky replied hastily, wrapping her arms under Nanu's ass as if holding the aforementioned imaginary groceries. She heard Nanu sigh and wiggle her cheeks on the hands. She kept sucking on Becky's tits and fingering her cunt. Becky's knees were trembling, and she was fairly certain she was dripping, leaving a path of sticky droplets on the sidewalk her behind her. Her whole body was tingling, even as she struggled to walk. "Uh!" Becky gasped loudly as Nanu bit and tugged on the nipple, the delicious sting lancing along the blonde's nervous system. "You little brat," she hissed, pulling the top of the coat open and scowling down into it. "When we get home, I am spanking your ass right off, young lady!" "If you make it that far, Mistress," Nanu replied, smirking up at her evilly. "If you make it home before you cum, I will eat a whole package of that bay-kon as punishment." Becky waddled faster, panting now as she fought for control. Nanu had two fingers in her now, making scooping motions along her upper wall. "Uh, that's cheating, you little slut!" "It is taking us so long to get home, Mistress," Nanu teased, slithering her tongue around a nipple. "How far are we walking? The length of your Ka-na-da?" Staggering quickly, almost wheezing like she was about to give birth, Becky moved on relentlessly. She almost couldn't see anything as pleasure kept flooding through her, promising orgasm was just around the corner. But Becky knew she didn't have strength to climax and keep moving. If she came, she would be collapsing to her knees and cumming on the sidewalk. If she was lucky, she'd remain kneeling. Sweat was streaming from her body. She was amazed Nanu was still able to hold on at all. C'mon; c'mon. She moaned as Nanu got a third slender finger inside her Mistress, and some woman chose that exact moment to go jogging by, giving Becky a confused look. Becky ignored her and just soldiered on as best she could. She could feel her arousal trickling down her inner thighs. How ridiculous must she have looked, barefoot, waddling around in a long jacket, smuggling an octopus while grunting and moaning like she was in a porn movie? She had barely turned up onto the little walkway leading up to her house before she tore the coat open and burst into a run, stampeding up the stairs while Nanu squeaked in alarm. She flung the door open and staggered inside, panting like she'd just run a marathon and sweating like she'd been fucked by twenty men in a row. Nanu was goggling up at her Mistress in shock (and maybe a little panic). Becky's blue eyes flashed and she grabbed the slave-girl and shoved her down her sweat-slicked body. Nanu's knees hit the wooden floor and she barely had time to register what had happened before Becky grabbed her head and jammed it against her steaming cunt. Nanu grunted and almost choked as Becky ground her hips with a dreadful eagerness, desperate to cum. Nanu slid her tongue inside and lashed her Mistress' cunt frantically. One of Becky's hands scrabbled for and finally grabbed onto the front door, managing to swing it closed so that they couldn't be seen from outside anymore. Leaning back against the wall, she bucked her hips furiously against Nanu's face, both her hands now gripping the Egyptian girl's black hair. She hissed and panted, her entire body shaking. Becky clamped her hands over her mouth and shrieked, juddering as the orgasm rocked her. She was barely cognizant of Nanu below her, trying not to drown as Becky's cunt flooded over. Becky pumped and ground greedily, reality spinning around her. She felt herself slumping down the wall to the floor, her hand on the back of Nanu's head, making sure the girl didn't try to escape. Becky felt like her eyes had switched sockets. Thank God this hadn't happened on the street or she would have been arrested, no question. At last, she opened her eyes and Nanu was kneeling in front of her, waiting patiently with her hands in her lap. Her face and much of her upper chest were glistening with Becky's cum. Not surprisingly, she didn't seem to mind. She stayed quiet until Becky seemed more focused before she finally spoke. "I guess I'm going to have the shits for a few days after the bay-kon, aren't I, Mistress? I lost the wager." Becky wearily reached up and caressed her beloved Nanu's hair. "I'm not letting you eat all my bacon, you silly slut. I love bacon. I'll figure some other way to punish you for losing the wager, like tonguing my ass or something." Nanu nodded. "I think I will enjoy losing wagers to you, Mistress." Becky laughed tiredly. They weren't even through their first day yet and she was exhausted. How many millions more things did she have to teach Nanu before this would was safe for her? And she only had three months to do it! Who would've thought that introducing someone to the future would prove so troublesome? "So you do want to see how the television works?" Becky asked, holding up the remote. Nanu looked at her curiously. They were both naked again, and in all likelihood intended to stay that way, unless they had to leave the house. Becky imagined that Nanu's ass probably still hurt somewhat, and anything she could do to relieve the discomfort was likely in order. Not wearing clothes seemed like a good start. "Mistress, I don't even know what it does, never mind how it works," the Egyptian girl pointed out, sitting on the floor, cross-legged. She gestured at the small black device her mistress held. "Wassa?" "This controls the television for me," Becky said, sitting down next to her charge and showing Nanu all the tiny buttons on the device. Granted, Nanu didn't know what buttons were, so she merely frowned at the remote in mild confusion. "I use it to watch things on the television. It allows me to select what I watch." She pointed the remote at the television and pushed the Power button. The High Definition unit, which was actually longer than Nanu was tall, winked on, and noise blared from it as images came on the screen. Nanu squealed at the sound and scrambled behind Becky, hiding and clutching her mistress' flanks. Becky giggled and lowered the volume. "You can come out now, hero," Becky said, smirking. "I lowered the volume." Nanu peeked out from behind her mistress, looking at the screen warily. She stared for some seconds, unable to understand what she was seeing. Some yellow-haired woman, ridiculously overclothed, was looking at Nanu and babbling in what she could only assume was En-gush. She had a serious look on her face as she spoke into what looked like a black cock. It was windy, apparently, because her hair was blowing around. Nanu slowly crawled toward the TV, her eyes narrowing. Becky watched in amusement, still sitting some distance away. Nanu had a great ass, and she could stare at it endlessly. The younger woman moved close to the screen, staring in bewilderment. Becky had lowered the volume sufficiently so that the news reporter wasn't yelling in Nanu's face. Nanu stared, then moved to the side of the television, looking around and behind it, sitting on its smoked glass countertop. She crawled around to the other side and looked behind again. Finally, she turned and looked at Becky in confusion. "Mistress?" she asked uncertainly. "Why do you keep the woman in the tiny box? How?" Becky had half-expected the question, of course, but it was still funny to hear. Once she was done snickering (Nanu waited patiently, looking only slightly annoyed), Becky replied. "She is not trapped inside the television, darling. It is a device that can show me other people. You have paintings in Rome and back in Egypt, right?" Nanu nodded. "And of course, a painting is just an illustration of someone," Becky explained. She'd had a little bit of time to put thought into this. "They're not actually in the painting, trapped." "So;” Nanu ventured, thinking about it. "The woman inside the box is a painting? Why can it move and talk to me?" "It's not a painting, it's a representation of her," Becky replied, knowing this would get awkward. "A television allows me to see things that are happening elsewhere." Nanu's eyes widened in shock. "The woman you see on the television is here in the city somewhere. I can see other people as well;” She changed the channel, and the television now displayed a Tom and Jerry cartoon. Unfortunately, a split second after the cartoon came up, Tom screamed loudly, having stabbed himself in the ass with a needle on the end of a pool cue. Nanu yelped in fright and threw herself into Becky's arms, shaking. Becky wheezed as she tumbled onto her back, holding onto her young ward. Nanu was trembling, her face stuffed between Becky's boobs. "Mistress, the box frightens me," the girl whispered. "It is too loud." "We can change how loud it is, Nanu," Becky said gently, pushing herself up into a sitting position and hugging Nanu, who was still wrapped around her, refusing to let go. "My world is probably rather loud compared to the one you know, my love. And the noises will be things you're not used to. But I promise you that you will adapt. Just like you did to life in Rome, and just like you will to bacon." Nanu nodded and then turned her head to look back at the TV. "Is; is that supposed to be a mouse and a cat?" Becky nodded. "Someone drew them to look comical and make people laugh." "The mouse is trying to kill the cat," Nanu pointed out. "He struck the cat on the head with the stick so that the cat screamed and swallowed that rolling ball. The mouse is evil. Are cats not sacred in your time, Mistress?" "Cats think they are, but many people just keep them as pets," Becky laughed. "Turn around and let me show you more. And I promise you, Nanu, nobody is caught inside the box. I don't quite know how to explain yet, but I will when I can. The television is meant to entertain." She changed the channel again and Nanu watched intently as Rocky Balboa and Ivan Drago slugging it out on the screen. "You have gladiators in your society, Mistress?" she breathed, watching the bulging muscles flex as the two men pummeled one another. "We pay some athletes to fight, but we do not have death sports, like you remember," Becky replied, shrugging as she hugged Nanu, who was still sitting in her lap. "I mean, maybe some countries like the Veniti (Russians) do, but they're rather barbaric. We have Olympics, like you remember, just a lot more events. But this is just a story being told, this isn't real." "It looks very real," Nanu said, still glued to the screen. "I can hear them hitting each other." "Did you ever see a drama or play, Nanu?" Becky asked, which got a nodding head from the smaller girl. "Well, just like in those plays or dramas, the actors can pretend to strike one another. In my time, we might just be better at making it look real." "How do you tell fake fights and real fights apart?" Nanu asked. Becky could feel the other girl squirming in her lap. Nanu was getting turned on watching muscular men beat one another up. "Circumiastentia, (context)," Becky replied. "The television will tell you if you are watching something that actually happened, or whether it is a drama." Nanu tilted her head. "Can you show me a real fight?" Becky considered and then switched to a sports channel. Quickly enough, she came across an MMA fight between two women. Nanu gaped as she watched the women grapple and beat the shit out of one another. "Oh, Nunes! She Just Hurt Cyborg!" crowed the announcer. Not that the Egyptian girl understood what he was saying. "And; they never use weapons?" Nanu asked in a quiet but somehow hopeful voice. "No, you bloodthirsty little thing," Becky giggled, hugging her tight and wiggling her boobs into Nanu's back. "If you see weapons, it is probably a drama and not real." "These women are not very attractive, and punching each other just makes it worse," Nanu said, wrinkling her nose. "I would not fuck them. Are they fighting over a man?" Becky wasn't about to try to explain that Amanda Nunes was married to another woman who was also an MMA fighter. She just let her continue to watch while blood and teeth flew everywhere. "What else, does the magic box show us?" Becky thought of how to explain. She thought about anything Nanu might have been familiar with. "Do you; remember how announcements were placed in the Forum in Rome for people to read?" Nanu nodded. "The acta diurna. They told us about things that were happening. I was one of three Flavian slaves who could read them. It made the others jealous. But mostly we just found out about things from hearsay, people telling other people things." "Well, there are people who are paid to report nuntium (news)," Becky said. "That way, you can know what's going on, not just here in the city, but almost anywhere in the world." Nanu leaned back into Becky and looked up at her. "What IS the name of this city you live in, Mistress?" "Toronto," Becky said. This drew a frown from Nanu. Becky picked up Nanu's hand and gently pressed her lips against her palm. "To-ron-to." Nanu shook her head. "Maybe if you said it against my lips, Mistress." Becky giggled and shook her head. "You little slut;” She leaned down and her lips barely touched Nanu's. "Tor-ron-to." Fifteen minutes of almost kissing passed before Nanu could say Toronto. Becky wasn't at all surprised. It occurred to her that maybe one way to ease Nanu into her new environs and life was to find ways in which it was similar to her old one. "I know you don't speak English yet, darling, but I might be able to help you learn a little more quickly. Can you spell your name?" "Nanu nodded. "I can speak Latin and read some, Mistress, but; I only know how to write a few words. One of them is my name." "Come," Becky said, getting Nanu out of her lap and getting to her feet. Nanu followed suit. "Let's go to the kitchen;” She brought Nanu by the hand into the kitchen and stopped in front of the fridge. She had a small whiteboard stuck to it, and some colored markers alongside. She popped the top of the black marker and then drew a large dot on the board, demonstrating for Nanu how it worked. She then handed the marker to Nanu. The Egyptian girl looked at it curiously and then sniffed the tip. "Don't lick it, Nanu," Becky said gently but firmly. Nanu grimaced and stuck her tongue back in her mouth, sighing and turning toward the whiteboard. It was a glossy white color she'd almost never seen before. She gripped the marker awkwardly, in her fist, and pressed the tip against the white surface, obeying Becky's instructions to not press so hard. She slowly drew out her name on the surface. NANV "Good," Becky said as the slave-girl wiped her forehead. "Now, watch me spell your name in English;” NANU Nanu looked shocked. "Mistress, they are almost exactly the same," she breathed. "Why are they so similar?" Becky smiled. "My language borrows many, many things from Latin, including the alphabet. Many words have Latin origins as well." She wrote the name of Rome in Latin and English for Nanu, followed by the words for Egypt. ROMA ROME AEGYPTUS EGYPT. Nanu got quiet for a moment. "Mistress, I; I know my family is gone now but; what does my home look like?" "Do you mean Egypt?" Becky asked. Nanu nodded. "Well, it is still largely desert, except along the river, but there are many large cities like my own there now. The city that is the capital of the Egyptian nation is one of the largest in the world." Nanu almost looked excited. "My people are numerous and mighty?" Becky paused a second too long in answering and Nanu's expression changed to one of concern. "Mistress? Tell me the truth." Becky led her over to two small chairs and held her hand while they sat down. Becky drew a deep breath. "It is hard to explain, Nanu. Your nation is populated, like I said, but; I don't think the people there are Egyptians the way you understand them." Nanu almost went pale. "We have been destroyed?" "No, not as such," Becky fumbled, trying to explain. "But; for centuries after your time, there were waves of people who moved through the lands. Do you know who the Arabs are?" Nanu thought about that. "They are nomads from the great desert, aren't they?" Becky nodded. "After the Roman Empire fell, the next great empire was one ruled by the Arab tribes. Egypt fell to them. Modern scholars believe that the Arabs are the blood of Egypt now, and much of northern Africa. They had children with your people, and then with those children in time, and soon; your blood, true Egyptian blood, was no more. Not as you would think of it." The Egyptian girl was silent for some time, staring at nothing. Or Becky's boobs. It was a fair bet with Nanu. "My people are gone;” she murmured, looking at the floor. "We are no more;” Becky nodded sadly. "There are many civilizations in the world that has happened to, Nanu. Egypt, your Egypt, just happens to be one of them. If the scholars are right about that, then you are the only person in my world of your bloodline, your people." Nanu finally looked up at Becky and nodded. "Then I must fuck and have children so that the people of the Black Land may rise again. I will be the new queen of a new, mighty people of Keme." Becky smiled warmly. Nothing ever seemed to daunt Nanu for long. "Nanu, my love, somehow I do not doubt that about you. Let's eat, shall we?" This time around, Becky chose the foods carefully, mostly relying on fresh fruits and vegetables. She did her best to buy organic products, free of pesticides and preservatives, so hopefully this meal would not wreak havoc on Nanu's digestive tract. Nanu watched patiently as her mistress prepared the food, cutting into a loaf of what seemed to be bread, and smelled wonderful. Becky had baked it not long before she and Mark had gone to retrieve Nanu, so it was still quite fresh. She brought everything to the table and sat Nanu down before sitting herself. "Apples, pears, blackberries, celery, scallions, cherry tomatoes, bread I made myself, with butter and my own peanut butter," Becky said, pointing to everything in turn. "I think you'll like it." Nanu made a wry face when she looked at the peanut butter. "What is that, Mistress? I would be rude if I said what it looked like." Becky snickered, remembering that the Romans had no damn idea what a peanut was. "It is a paste made of a ground up nut. You have eaten almonds?" The Egyptian girl nodded, still looking at the brown goop suspiciously. "This is like almonds, but I have ground them up and made a paste out of them. Try a bit on your spoon." Nanu trusted her mistress enough to dip her spoon in the goop that looked like warm shit, and licked it with her tongue apprehensively. She smacked her lips as she tasted the peanut butter, her eyes darting back and forth. Then she blinked and dunked her spoon into the condiment, scooping up a huge glob and shoving it in her mouth eagerly. "Leave some for me, you brat!" Becky laughed. "You spread it on your bread, although you can also put it on some of your fruits and vegetables, like the apples or celery. Let me show you." She demonstrated spreading the peanut butter on her piece of bread, and Nanu followed suit. Nanu devoured the bread covered in peanut butter quickly, then began experimenting with putting the substance on the other foods on her plate. Some were a miss, but she seemed delighted with the peanut butter on the apples and celery, as her mistress had suggested. "Mistress, I cannot wait to lick this off of you;” the Egyptian girl breathed. "This is as good as licking honey off a cunt." "All in due course, my dear," Becky assured her. "For now, just eat." "How will I eat, Mistress?" Nanu asked as she shoveled apple and peanut butter down her gullet. "You said that you must work, you are to be gone for long parts of some days. How will I feed myself if I cannot work the food makers?" "I will start teaching you," the blonde said, smiling. "But until then, I will make food for you and leave it in the cold box and you can eat it when you get hungry. It might be cold food, but you will like it, I promise. And maybe I can show you how to prepare some things that don't require the heat makers." "I would like to learn, Mistress," Nanu said, pausing eating long enough to indicate she was serious. "I want to thrive in my new world, and to do that, I must be able to feed myself. You said you teach young minds?" Becky nodded. "Young men and women, from the ages of thirteen to eighteen. I teach them sciences." "Why are girls taught, Mistress?" Nanu asked. "If they just need to be able to read before they marry and have children, why would they learn anything else? Especially a science?" Becky almost laughed. "In this day and age, Nanu, education is the right of everyone, man or woman, girl or boy. Women, as it turns out, are every bit as capable as men when it comes to academia. That's why I'm a teacher, after all." "I just thought you were smarter than everyone else and exceptional," Nanu grunted, going back to her food. "You are certainly smarter than M-ark." "You'll get no argument from me, darling," giggled the older girl, drinking some milk. "Mark is currently failing my science class." "Do you beat him?" queried Nanu. "In my time, negligent boys are held down and whipped with a leather strap if they are failing in their studies." "No, we don't beat our students, tempting as that sounds," Becky said, picturing herself beating Mark's ass for yet another D grade in her class. "But when I work, which is generally five days a week, I leave in the morning and am back in the mid-afternoon. Between eight and nine hours." "That is a long time for me to be alone, Mistress, but I will manage," Nanu sighed. "If you show me how to do things and keep myself amused, I will be fine. Maybe I can teach myself about your world." "I absolutely believe that about you, Nanu, you are a very smart young woman," Becky said, nodding and smiling. "You may have just been a dancing slave in your old life, but I'll bet you could be anything you want here in my world, if you are diligent and work hard." Nanu's eyes widened. "You mean I could become a mighty and feared queen who conquers her enemies? I will work so very hard, Mistress!" "Let's just make sure you can conquer to the TV remote first," Becky laughed as she began to clear off the table, leaving the peanut butter for Nanu. It had been a long time since she'd had it licked off her tits or her cunt, after all. They spent a good deal of the afternoon in the bathtub, where Nanu was resting back against her mistress, humming in contentment as she luxuriated in the hot, scented water. Becky was fond of adding oils to her bath, making her skin smooth, and she loved how it made her smell, even after a vigorous workout at her Krav-Maga class. "Hmm, this feels so nice, Mistress," the Egyptian girl murmured, snuggling back against Becky, her eyes closed. "Even warmer than the baths of Trajan, and much warmer than my master kept his." "I like it," Becky said agreeably, scooping up water in her hands and pouring it down over Nanu's tits and down her torso. She caressed the smooth, tan skin gently, making Nanu sigh in pleasure. They'd fucked again before the bath, making each other cum at least twice. Nanu had indeed licked peanut butter off Becky's cunt, and out of it. The brat in her came out and she managed to smear it all over Becky's front before the blonde could stop her, resulting in Nanu having to lick it all off, apparently. A terrible dilemma for them both. Once they'd showered, Becky drew a bath, and this was where they found themselves now, relaxing and winding down the day. "And you can't take me with you to your work?" Nanu asked, her head nuzzled back between the twin pillows of Becky's tits. "It's not a good idea right now, my love," the teacher answered, stroking her lover. "It's hard to explain, but Mark is there, and he can't see you right now." "I thought you said we couldn't see Mark for three whole months?" Nanu asked, making a wry face. "But you see him at your school every day?" Becky considered how to explain. "You now understand that Mark and I travel through time, right?" Nanu nodded. "I don't understand at all how you do it, but I have seen it for myself, so yes." "Well; imagine if I took you to see your family, but before you were even born. Like, if your parents were so young that they haven't even met yet. You might know who they are, but they would have no idea who you were, because you weren't born yet." Nanu squeezed her eyes shut, thinking very hard, but it was a losing battle. "Keep going, Mistress." "The Mark you would see in my school doesn't know about time travel yet, or you. He isn't my lover yet. He won't be until three months from now. The Mark you know and love is from three months ahead of us, darling. So; you meeting the Mark who exists at the same time we do is a bad idea." Nanu shook her head. "I don't understand how meeting this Mark could be bad when meeting the Mark of tomorrow isn't. But I guess I must just take your word for it; again." "Probably for the best, Nanu," Becky giggled. "Don't worry, I don't like it either." "Three months without cock, Mistress," the younger girl almost groused. "How do you survive it?" "Nanu, just because we can't see Mark doesn't mean we can't have sex with men," Becky pointed out. "Mark doesn't own us, we can fuck whomever we please, just as he can." "Just not your students," Nanu grunted. "Who else is there?" Becky shrugged. "There's quite a few teachers, but that's awkward to me. I don't want to fuck my co-workers." "There must be lots of people in this world to fuck, Mistress," Nanu insisted. "And yes, I love you, and your cunt, but three months without cock is long time for me. I could have it nightly if I wanted when I was a slave." Becky reflected on that conundrum. Before she'd begun time travelling with Mark, she'd actually been experiencing quite a drought when it came to getting laid. It had been more than a year since she'd gotten any, and that pent-up tension had a tendency to come out during her Krav-Maga lessons. She couldn't help but think that maybe, in a world so very many times larger than Nanu's, she'd made her own life difficult by being overly fussy. After all, she'd hardly shown any restraint at all once she'd gotten into the time stream, had she? In Renaissance France, she'd fucked the innkeeper's two daughters quite readily. She rarely been with a woman since her days at university. And at the Flavian villa in Nanu's Rome, she'd fucked several men and women at once, because she could. It was an orgy, after all. What the Hell was so hard about getting laid in her own time? "Nanu, I promise you, we will fuck men before we meet Mark again," she assured her charge. "Maybe I don't know who yet, but I'll make it happen." Nanu nodded drowsily, the warmth of the water in the tub getting to her. "Hmm, glad to hear it, Mistress. I do love a stiff cock in my cunt." "So do I, my love," Becky sighed, finding her own mind wandering because of the water and the sensation of Nanu's soft body against hers. She had to admit, she normally wasn't this relaxed, even after her yoga and meditation. Sometimes, there was just no substitute for getting lots of sex. "I don't want you to worry about me going to work and leaving you tomorrow. I will make sure you are fed and have things to do. We'll make all your food tonight so that it's ready for tomorrow." "Where can we get some cock, Mistress?" Nanu asked, seemingly becoming fixated. Not that Becky blamed her. The blonde closed her eyes and pondered that for a few moments. Where was she guaranteed to get Nanu and herself laid without big risk? Of course! Talk about surefire! She smiled down at her companion and hugged her close. "Nanu, I have an idea, and it will certainly result in cock for you. All the cock you want and very likely the biggest. But you'll need to bear with me first, okay? I have to teach you some things." Nanu looked back at her and nodded eagerly. "Yes, Mistress. I will learn so well if it means I get some cock!" I can't tell if she's more food-motivated or sex-motivated, Becky thought with a smirk. "Okay, then. It'll likely be later this week, so you need to be patient. But there's much to do before then." Becky reached out of the tub and picked up her cellphone, which Nanu looked at curiously. Becky pressed some small dots on the surface, which had a very lifelike picture of her Mistress on it. Becky could see Nanu's confusion and remembered that the girl had no idea what the Hell a button was. Where in ancient Rome would she have seen a button? She keyed in a number and then hit the speaker button, allowing Nanu to hear what was happening. She made a shush gesture with her finger, indicating that Nanu was to be quiet. The Egyptian girl nodded and watched intently. Nanu frowned as she heard a weird buzzing sound that was uncomfortable in her ears. Then it stopped and was replaced by a lyrical, wondrous voice. "Hello?" "Heya, Lady Prof," Becky said cheerfully. "It's Becky." What sounded like a gasp of delight emanated from the little box Becky held, and then the wonderful voice again. "Rebecca Nightingale Fischer! How are you, my dearest and most talented student?" "I'm good, thanks," Becky replied, feeling a delicious tingle at the sound of that voice. "If you and Lord High Eve

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In this hilarious episode of Kfm Mornings, host Darren "Wackhead" Simpson delivers another masterful prank call that leaves an innocent cleaning business owner absolutely terrified. When a wife and daughter request Wackhead to "make this dude sweat," he transforms into Detective Swanppula from Durbanville Police Station, convincing the poor man he's inadvertently cleaned up a crime scene and might be romantically involved with a pregnant client. The genuine panic in the victim's voice as he desperately tries to explain his legitimate cleaning business creates comedy gold for listeners.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

When people think of J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis, they often picture tweedy Oxford professors and beloved fantasy authors. But their writing wasn't drawn only from their bucolic days teaching at Oxford and walking in the English countryside; it had a darker, deeper backdrop: the trenches of World War I and the cataclysm of World War II. Lewis and Tolkien weren't just fantasy writers — they were war veterans, cultural critics, and men with firsthand knowledge of evil, heroism, and sacrifice.In today's episode, I'm joined by Joseph Loconte, returning to the show to discuss his latest book, The War for Middle Earth. We explore how both world wars shaped the perspectives of Tolkien and Lewis, found their way into works like The Lord of the Rings and The Chronicles of Narnia, and infused their literary masterpieces with moral weight, spiritual depth, and timeless themes of resistance, friendship, and redemption. We also talk about the legendary friendship between Tolkien and Lewis, the creation of the Inklings, and how the men demonstrated the countercultural power of imaginative storytelling.Resources Related to the PodcastRelated AoM podcasts:#178: The Inklings Mastermind Group#272: Lewis, Tolkien, and the Myth of Progress (Loconte's first appearance on the AoM podcast)#430: Why You Need to Join the Great Conversation About the Great Books#499: A Fascinating Primer on Norse Mythology #594: How Churchill (and London) Survived the Blitz of 1940#723: Men Without Chests#765: C.S. Lewis on Building Men With Chests#951: The Hobbit VirtuesRelated AoM articlesThe Power of Conversation: A Lesson from CS Lewis and JRR Tolkien Lessons in Manliness from Viking Mythology Lessons in Manliness: The HobbitMen Without Chests“Blood, Sweat, and Tears” speech by Winston Churchill4 Classic Chapter Books to Read Aloud With Your KidsRelated outside articles:Tolkien's Deadly Dragons Munich AgreementOwen BarfieldTolkien books mentioned:The Letters of J.R.R. Tolkien Beowulf translated by Tolkien The Hobbit The Lord of the Rings Beren and Luthien Letters from Father Christmas Lewis books mentioned:The Letters of C.S. Lewis The Collected Poems of C.S. Lewis The Pilgrim's RegressThe Chronicles of NarniaThe Great DivorceThe Screwtape Letters The Space Trilogy The Four LovesMere Christianity The Reading Life Related books by other authors:Tolkien and the Great War by John GarthThe Somme by Martin GilbertThe Guns of August by Barbara TuchmanThe Future of an Illusion by Sigmund FreudThe Aeneid by VirgilPhantastes by George MacDonaldThe Vinland SagasThe Iliad and The Odyssey by HomerThe Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri Le Morte d'Arthur by Thomas MaloryConnect With Joseph LoconteJoseph's websiteSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

The last five years have been a revolution in the way Em Rusciano sees herself, as double-whammy diagnoses of ADHD and autism illuminated a lifetime of masking and trying to meet neurotypical standards. But even amidst burnout and the grief for all her misunderstood prior versions, Em has gained wisdom and learning that is now seeing her rebuild and recognise herself like never before. In this conversation, Em and Osher discuss: Why her performance on the Masked Singer was so ironically therapeutic How her life, relationships and understanding has changed What we all should understand about neurodiversity, along with tips for navigating the world with a neurodivergent mind Hear plenty more of Em’s story in her new book Blood, Sweat and Glitter For full Story Club stories on Youtube, copies of So What, Now What? And more from Osher, head here.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Send us a textIn this episode of The Autoimmune RESET Podcast, VJ shares her top five health apps that genuinely make a difference — for clients and for her own daily routine. From gut–brain retraining to nervous system regulation and sleep optimisation, these tools are practical, science-backed, and designed to help you build consistency without burnout.You'll learn how apps like Nerva, Yuka, Sweat, Insight Timer, and Rise can support every pillar of autoimmune health — helping you calm the nervous system, lower your toxic load, build metabolic resilience, and work with your body's natural rhythms.VJ also shares how she integrates these tools personally, how clients use them successfully in practice, and why sometimes, the smallest changes create the biggest shifts.✨ Plus — if you're listening in real time, don't miss her free mini-series on vagal tone happening this week, where she dives into the science behind the gut–brain–immune axis and teaches simple, evidence-based techniques to regulate your nervous system. She'll be going live next week to answer all your vagal tone questions. You can join The Autoimmune Forum here. Listen in to discover:Why gut-directed hypnotherapy (Nerva) is one of the most powerful tools for gut–brain healingHow Yuka helps you detoxify your daily routine without overwhelmWays to weave movement into your day using Sweat — even if you're short on timeHow Insight Timer can shift your physiology in just five minutes a dayWhy Rise (and tools like Oura) can transform sleep, energy, and hormonal balanceWhether you're on a gut healing journey, managing autoimmunity, or simply ready to uplevel your wellbeing, this episode will give you practical, easy-to-implement tools to support your body — one small step at a time.

Nic and Big J managed to drag themselves into work after a not very late night. Nat Baimel is at The Comedy Lounge Saturday night and we had him drop into studio.

Today’s guest is someone who defined an entire generation.As one-fifth of the most iconic girl group in history, the Spice Girls, she helped shape pop culture, redefine girl power, and influence how millions of young women saw themselves. Melanie C or Sporty Spice as many of us first knew her is a dancer, singer, songwriter, author, and performer whose career spans nearly three decades. Today we wanted to chat with Melanie about what that journey was really like behind the scenes, how she carved out her own path with her solo career, the various things she is doing now and what it meant to her to have such an impact on our culture.We chat: Mel being recognised during a medical appointment Recording her 9th studio album here in Australia Why Melanie feels connected to the Australian culture How Mel met her Aussie boyfriend How the Spice Girls started The brutality of the UK media and all of their phones being hacked How being so young in the public eye affected Mel and contributed to her having an eating disorder How the Spice Girls didn’t choose their own nicknames They love like sisters and bicker like sisters How Geri choosing to leave affected them all differently The Spice Girl that Melanie is now closest to Starting her solo career Whether they could all live off of royalties now and if they ‘choose’ to work You can find everything from Melanie including her new song ‘Sweat’ at her website You can follow Melanie on Instagram See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

We all have days when our energy dips and everything feels a little heavier. In this gentle, heart-opening episode, Kristine reminds you that low moods are simply part of being human—and that they don't define you. She shares how gratitude can shift your inner state, open your heart, and help you return to a place of peace and perspective. You'll learn: -why it's okay to experience low moods without judgment -how gratitude transforms your emotional energy -simple ways to reconnect to presence and lift your spirit Listen in to rediscover your natural resilience and remember: you don't have to fix a low mood, you can breathe through it and let gratitude lead you back to calm.  

Dave Fotch dropped in to talk about Cranksgiving, which is just a ton of fun and helps the food insecure community during Thanksgiving.

Former NFL linebacker & Texas Congressman Colin Allred joins hosts Andrew Vontz & Jonathan Kaplan on United States of Sweat, presented by Choose the Hard Way. Allred played at Baylor and for the Tennessee Titans before a neck injury ended his NFL career. He went on to earn a law degree from Berkeley, work in the Obama administration, and win a U.S. House seat in 2018. After a close Senate race in 2024, he's back on the campaign trail, running again to represent Texas in the U.S. Senate. Allred talks about the mindset it takes to survive the NFL—where, as he says, there's a 100% injury rate—and how that toughness translates to politics, parenthood, and public service. Plus: his favorite way to train and the one piece of workout gear he can't live without. --------- Jonathan Kaplan is the founder of WRITE CADENCE STRATEGIES, helping individuals and organizations navigate Washington, shape policy and manage reputational risk. He also writes RIDING WITH, a newsletter and podcast exploring the intersection of pro cycling, media, business and politics. Find that at ridingwithkaplan.substack.com.--------- For senior execs, pro athletes, and political leaders, podcasts aren't optional anymore. They're mission-critical. At One Real Voice, Andrew Vontz coaches leaders 1:1 to help them thrive as podcast guests & hosts and stand out in the long-form, open-ended conversations where real influence is built.  When you're ready to be great, DM him @hardwaypod or email hello@onerealvoice.com. --------- The number one way to support Choose the Hard Way is to become a paid subscriber to  alwaysthehardway.substack.com. That's where Andrew Vontz shares his reflections on these interviews and writes about engaged mindfulness, bikes and life.  --------- Wherever you're listening to this podcast, please subscribe and hit 5 stars. ------------- Crypto curious? With over $1 trillion in transactions to date, https://www.blockchain.com/ is your trusted partner on your crypto journey. Create your free wallet and get up to 10% in annual rewards by putting your crypto to work. Go to Blockchain.com to get started today, no experience required. ------------- Choose the Hard Way Newsletter: https://alwaysthehardway.substack.com/ ------------- One Real Voice podcast coaching & strategy: https://www.onerealvoice.com/

This week on Swimming with Allocators, it's time for another discuss, debate, and question episode as Alexa Binns and Earnest Sweat dive into the evolving venture capital landscape, examining themes like LP confidence in selecting managers versus direct deals, the changing roles of fund-of-funds, the impact of AI and storytelling for differentiation, and rising pressures on women and diverse founders. The conversation also debates whether venture is still truly venture as mega funds grow, highlights the importance of authentic branding, and explores whether geographic hubs like San Francisco are essential. Listeners will take away insights on how LPs and GPs can foster meaningful relationships, the need for differentiation, ongoing diversity challenges, why clarity of purpose and resilience are more crucial than ever in today's VC ecosystem, and so much more. Don't miss this episode!Highlights from this week's conversation include:Welcome and Introduction to DDQ Episode (0:24)LP Confidence in Manager Selection and Blind Spots in Direct Deal Flow (3:01)The Push for Change in the Fund-To-Fund Model and Consolidation (6:20)Market Timing and Advice for Maintaining Portfolio Discipline (8:34)The Growing Importance of Technology Stacks for Fund Managers (9:25)How Branding and Storytelling Are Evolving in Venture Capital (12:31)Challenges of Differentiation, Authenticity, and Thought Leadership (15:05)Addressing Disparities and the Need for Collective Action (19:08)The Shift in How Founders Choose Capital Versus LP Expectations (23:02)Debating Who is the Ultimate Customer: LPs or Founders (26:50)Enriching The LP Experience With Initiatives Like Pitch Days (29:35)The Role of GPs in Supporting Founders and Their Track Records (31:03)In-Person Events, San Francisco's Significance, and Industry Presence (34:14)How LPs Rebuild Conviction After Market Downturns (37:53)Managing Fund Terms, Anchors, and Building a Minimum Viable Fund (39:39)Commitments, Angel Investing, and Highlights From Recent Deals (41:39)Final Thoughts and Takeaways (44:03)Swimming with Allocators is a podcast that dives into the intriguing world of Venture Capital from an LP (Limited Partner) perspective. Hosts Alexa Binns and Earnest Sweat are seasoned professionals who have donned various hats in the VC ecosystem. Each episode, we explore where the future opportunities lie in the VC landscape with insights from top LPs on their investment strategies and industry experts shedding light on emerging trends and technologies. The information provided on this podcast does not, and is not intended to, constitute legal advice; instead, all information, content, and materials available on this podcast are for general informational purposes only. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

SnakeRiver Crossfit is doing a 24hour Rowathon to raise money for a valued member of their gym. Find out how you can help. https://givebutter.com/EmDhlE?fbclid=PAdGRleAOBketleHRuA2FlbQIxMQBzcnRjBmFwcF9pZA8xMjQwMjQ1NzQyODc0MTQAAae_88yanLObRbhBKEq0zvkENcOSxr8XC1lvHgZNV2IGCUrkcl6ot_P41_uaQw_aem_DwO6nuGC5L53evR2EY-hHg

The updated NFC playoff picture just flipped the entire conference — and the Chicago Bears are rising while the Packers are sliding. Cole Kmet says this team is finally winning the games they used to lose, Ben Johnson might be on the verge of a major lineup change, and Jaquan Brisker's chaos-first playstyle continues to spark the defense.Today we dive into:✅ How the Bears jumped the Packers in the NFC playoff race✅ Cole Kmet's brutally honest quote about the team's culture shift✅ Caleb, Odunze, Monangai, Sweat & Booker shaping Chicago's new identity✅ Ben Johnson hinting at reduced snaps for Zaccheaus + more for Burden✅ Why Jaquan Brisker's intensity — good and bad — is essential✅ Plus: a voicemail that brings the heat

Ever finish a workout with a disgustingly sweaty wrist? We're breaking down why certain Apple Watch bands trap moisture and cause irritation, and revealing the breathable, sweat-resistant materials that actually work during intense activity. To learn more, visit https://robustgoods.com/collections/waterproof-sport-bands RobustGoods City: Helsinki Address: 6 Simonkatu Website: https://robustgoods.com/

Dawn explains her aversion to monochromatic sweats. She doesn't like what people are calling them. Bradley and Dawn catch each other up on what they're watching. Nicole Aufderhar joins us for a couple segments to chat the last season of Great British Bake Off. See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Mitchell Frederick - Obsidian Temptation (Original Mix) www.nocturnalradio.live // www.mitchellfrederick.com Touch me where the light don't go, Breathe me in, then lose control. Whispers cut through afterglow, Your heartbeat syncs - I take your soul. The rhythm's cold, the pulse is fire, Addicted now, your one desire. Bodies merge in endless wire, The bass consumes, it climbs you higher. Velvet skin in flashing red, Sweat drips slow, the room is fed. My name escapes your lips instead, Between the noise, the words unsaid. You want control, but it's gone, You chase the dark, I turn you on. Each beat a spark before the dawn, The night is young - the fear is gone. Fall into the sound, let it take you deep, This rhythm's a secret we'll never keep. Lost in the groove where shadows creep, Our sins awake while others sleep. Every breath, a spell we cast, Pleasure built to make it last. The lights collapse, the tempo fast, The line between now and forever's past. Give me your chaos, give me your flame, Drown in desire, forget your name. The walls are breathing, we're both to blame, In this dark cathedral, nothing's the same. Touch me once before you fade, Under the strobes, the vows we made. The night devours, no masquerade, Just sound and flesh — our debt unpaid. #Techno #HouseMusic #ClubMix #ElectronicMusic #DanceMusic #DJSet #Rave #MusicMix #UndergroundMusic #PartyVibes #Beatport #TechHouse #DeepHouse #LiveDJ #FestivalVibes #ClubLife #MusicProduction #VinylRecords #SoundCloud #EDM #Nightlife #MusicLovers #DJLife #Remix #HouseNation #TechnoFamily #BassMusic #ClubAnthems #Dancefloor #MusicCommunity

In this raw, funny and deeply honest episode, comedian, writer, broadcaster and advocate Em Rusciano joins Prevention Editor Zoe Meunier to talk about her unfiltered experience of midlife, menopause and self-discovery – as shared in her new memoir, Blood, Sweat and Glitter. Em opens up about navigating perimenopause, ADHD, and autism, and the reckoning that comes when your hormones – and your priorities – shift. With her signature mix of humour and heart, she describes this chapter of life as an “emotional exfoliation” – a painful but liberating shedding of everything that no longer serves you. Determined to help the women who have reached out to her about their own peri and menopausal struggles, Em is eager to show that midlife isn’t a breakdown – it’s a breakthrough. As she puts it, menopause is “not the end of relevance but the start of real power.” Her story is both a rallying cry and a reassurance to every woman feeling like she’s losing her mind: you’re not. You’re evolving. Don't miss this powerful episode.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Come see us at The Oshawa Generals Game: https://www.gofevo.com/event/OshawageneralsSteveDanglePodcast On this episode of The Steve Dangle Podcast, 00:00 Easter Seals! 06:30 Leafs beat the Mammoth 21:00 Celebrating John Tavares 38:00 The October vs the November Leafs 50:00 Brendan Shanahan to the Sabres? 59:00 Marcus Johansson's weird OT winner 1:11:40 Matthew Schaefer is young and doesn't get calls 1:21:00 The Rangers can't win at home 1:36:30 St Louis is BAD and Team Canada's goaltending 1:47:30 Ovi's 900th goal in Binner's pants 1:55:00 PWHL Vancouver unveils their name 1:57:15 ESPN vs YouTube TV Visit this episode's sponsors: Ready. Set. Ford. From the vocational truck that works as hard as you, to a mighty weekend warrior to help you break free from the daily grind. Get the capability you need to back you up. Visit https://www.ford.ca/F150/ to learn more. Our listeners get the Harry's Plus Trial Set for only $10 at https://www.harrys.com/en/sdp #Harryspod This episode is brought to you by BetterHelp. Give online therapy a try at http://betterhelp.com/sdp and get on your way to being your best self. For all the odds, T's and C's, and to learn more visit ⁠https://betmgm.com/DANGLE⁠. 19+ to wager. Any opinion expressed is not advice, a promise or suggestion that increases the chance of winning. Please play responsibly. If you have questions or concerns about your gambling or someone close to you, please contact ConnexOntario at 1-866-531-2600 to speak to an advisor, free of charge. BetMGM operates pursuant to an operating agreement with iGaming Ontario. Donate to Steve's Easter Seals page: https://eastersealsontario.akaraisin.com/ui/lindros2025/p/078df4e3c0c444d59a551259d78a749e Donate to Adam's Easter Seals page: https://eastersealsontario.akaraisin.com/ui/lindros2025/p/12938347f56e4b2eab06c3a423a727f6 Donate to Jesse's Easter Seals page: https://eastersealsontario.akaraisin.com/ui/lindros2025/p/f58403a20caa4b47a17e19cf86c198d9 Check out https://sdpn.ca/events to see The Steve Dangle Podcast live! Subscribe to the sdpn YouTube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/@sdpn?sub_confirmation=1Join - SDP VIP: YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC0a0z05HiddEn7k6OGnDprg/join Apple Podcasts: https://apple.co/thestevedanglepodcast Spotify: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/sdpvip/subscribe - Follow us on Twitter: @Steve_Dangle, @AdamWylde, & @JesseBlake Follow us on Instagram: @SteveDangle, @AdamWylde, & @Jesse.BlakeJoin us on Discord: https://discord.com/invite/MtTmw9rrz7 For general inquiries email: info@sdpn.ca Reach out to https://www.sdpn.ca/sales to connect with our sales team and discuss the opportunity to integrate your brand within our content! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Myles Simmons - Sweating Bullets and talking NFL, Mr LA Arash Markazi

Send us a textWe riff through The Cars' catalog, defend Ben Orr's legacy, and stress why Candy O and Panorama still reward deep listens. We test a stack of California Dreamin' covers, revisit 60s pillars like CCR and Hendrix, and salvage “forgotten” 70s and 80s bands with fresh ears. We end by crowning a 1975 opening line that still shocks and make the case for separating art from the artist.• dual-frontman chemistry in The Cars and why Ben Orr's vocals anchor the biggest hits• Candy O's shift from the debut and Panorama's darker edge• Drive and Heartbeat City as commercial peak vs fan favorites• CCR's Fortunate Son and Hendrix's Watchtower as era-defining statements• California Dreamin' cover shootout and what makes a good cover• Blood, Sweat & Tears, Ten Years After, Mountain, ELP re-evaluated• 1975 standouts and the power of a perfect opening line• separating music from artist politics to preserve memoryI won't be here next Thursday. I will be on the Icon of the Seas somewhere in the Western Caribbean. Jealous? I'll see you in a couple of weeksIf you like this podcast SHARE it. If you have any ideas or suggestions for the show you can email us at: milkcratesandturntables@gmail.com

Covered in this Episode: Episode 7 - Body SlamEpisode 8 - Blood, Sweat, and CheersFind our 2023, 2024, and 2025 Summer Series from Episodes 207-211, 240-245, 271-276Find The Airwolf Years from Episodes 96 - 189Find The Knight Rider Years from Episodes 1 - 95-----We'll be back on November 12th to discuss The A-Team Season 4 Episodes 9-10!  The A-Team: Season 4 is available to rent on Apple TV, and Fandango at Home.  But don't forget to check your local library for physical copies of the show too!-----A-Team Season 4 and 5 Release ScheduleSeason 4Sep 24, 2025 - Eps 1 & 2Oct 15, 2025 - Eps 3 & 4Oct 22, 2025 - Eps 5 & 6Nov 5, 2025 - Eps 7 & 8Nov 12, 2025 - Eps 9 & 10Nov 26, 2025 - Eps 11 & 12Dec 3, 2025 - Eps 13 & 14Dec 17, 2025 - Eps 15 & 16Dec 24, 2025 - Eps 17 & 18Jan 7, 2026 - Eps 19 & 20Jan 14, 2026 - Eps 21 & 22Jan 28, 2026 - Finale Ep 23Season 5Feb 11, 2026 - Premiere Eps 1–3Feb 25, 2026 - Eps 4 & 5Mar 4, 2026 - Eps 6 & 7Mar 18, 2026 - Eps 8 & 9Mar 25, 2026 - Eps 10 & 11Apr 8, 2026 - Finale Eps 12 & 13Apr 22, 2026 - The A-Team (2010) MovieThe 80's Years Opening & Closing Theme by: Steve Corning, http://thinkfishtank.comThe 80's Years Logo Design by: Luke LarssonFollow us on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/the80syearsInstagram: @the80syearsThreads: @the80syearsBluesky: @the80syearsTikTok: @the80syearsEmail us: letusblowyourmind@gmail.comCall our Hotline: (207) 835-1954

This week on Nacho Fitness Coach, Caleigh and Sara take “Would You Rather” to a whole new level of chaos. What starts as a harmless game quickly turns into a deep dive into our worst ideas and most questionable choices. From running a 5K in Crocs to doing leg day in cowboy boots, we put ourselves through a series of hypothetical disasters that somehow feel a little too real.Along the way, we talk about why we overthink simple decisions, how we justify bad ones, and why it's usually better to just laugh it off. It's the kind of episode that proves we should never be left unsupervised—but also why that's what makes it fun.It's part fitness, part therapy, and mostly nonsense… just how we like it.Connect with us on social media!Instagram | TikTok | Threads | Youtube | Facebook | X (Twitter) | WebsiteThis podcast offers health, fitness, and nutritional information and is designed for educational and entertainment purposes only. You should not rely on this information as a substitute for, nor does it replace professional medical advice, diagnosis, or treatment. If you have any concerns or questions about your health, you should always consult with a physician or other healthcare professional. Do not disregard, avoid, or delay obtaining medical or health-related advice from your healthcare professional because of something you may have heard on this podcast. The use of any information provided by Nacho Fitness Coach podcast is solely at your own risk.

GLP-1 medications like Ozempic®, Wegovy®, and Mounjaro® are changing the weight-loss landscape, but there's more to the journey than watching the scale move. In this episode, we break down 4 essential considerations everyone on a GLP-1 should know.With Mindy's science-based and trustworthy expertise, these are the considerations to protect your health during and after medication use:1. Preventing Lean Muscle Mass loss and Osteoporosis2. Managing GI Issues3. Preventing nutrient deficiencies 4. Build Healthy HabitsThis episode is supportive, judgment-free, and packed with actionable takeaways. Whether you're on a GLP-1, considering one, or supporting someone who is, this conversation will leave you feeling empowered and informed. References:Wong, ND, et al. US Population Eligibility and Estimated Impact of Semaglutide.  Cardiovasc Drug Ther. 2023Wong, ND, et al.  Population Eligibility and Estimated Impact of Semaglutide.  Cardiovasc Drug Ther. 2024 Chakhtoura, M., et al. Pharmacotherapy of obesity: EClinicalMedicine, 2023 Volek J, et al. Nutritional Considerations During Major Weight Loss.  Curr Nutr Rep. 2024Meslon E, et al.  What is the pipeline for future medications in obesity? Nature. 2024Martin CK, et al.  Tirzepatide on ingestive behavior in adults with overweight or obesity: a randomized 6-week phase 1 trial.  Nat Med. 2025Dilly A, et al.  Characteristics and food consumption for current, previous, and potential consumers of GLP-1s.  Food Quality and Preference.  2025;129;105507We are so glad you are here. Want to stay in touch?Follow us on social media: Sweat and Laughter podcast - @sweat.and.laughter.podcast Mindy - @strongover40_dietitian Cheryl - @training.with.cheryl Mindy & Cheryl - @mcfitadventures Email us: mcfitadventures@gmail.com Thank you so much for listening to Sweat & Laughter. M & C

In the second hour, DVD continues the conversation around why the Titans trade Jeffery Simmons. ESPN NFL and CFB Analyst Trevor Matich joined DVD to discuss all things Titans, NFL Trade Deadline, Vandy, and CFB. They finished the hour with discussing why the Titans didn't trade T'Vondre Sweat even though he was rumored to being shopped 

“The medicine man sits before a pile of hot coals spread out on the compacted red earth floor of his Hogan – the traditional home of the Navajo. “This is Native American church,” he tells me, pulling shiny black arrowheads and Golden Eagle feathers from his wooden medicine box, and twisting a thick translucent crystal before the flames. Sweat beads on my forehead: medicine men are believed to see premonitions in the burning coals that divine the nature of a patient's affliction. His eyes dilate – “I see a spider,” he says, “I see a dead man.”  A few miles away we are surrounded by the detritus of modern America but here, in Navajo country, it's as if I've slipped through the cracks into another world entirely.” In 2013, I spent a week living on the Navajo reservation with three local families. I wanted to understand the real Native America, beyond the caricatures and cliches so often portrayed in popular culture.  One night, I was invited into the home of a Medicine Man to take part in a traditional healing ceremony. It was one of the most powerful and moving experiences of my life. This is the story I wrote about that experience, and I dedicate it to those three families who welcomed me into their lives and trusted me with the honor of sharing it with you.  FIND OUT MORE Discover Navajo: if you want to visit the Navajo Nation is a way that benefits the local tribal people economically and through employment this is a great resource. It's got lots of great ideas for native led tours and experiences that will really make the culture of the navajo Nation come alive.  discovernavajo.com Ira Vandever, my guide and host, is involved in various Navajo community projects and is one of the most inspiring people I've ever met. Connect with him on Instagram: @navajohemp2020  NATIVE AMERICAN HERITAGE MONTH This episode is the first in our month-long series celebrating Native American Heritage Month. Over the years, I've been lucky to have so many incredible experiences with indigenous peoples around the world. I've learnt so much from them, and wanted to do something  that will hopefully inspire you to visit tribal owned tourism businesses and be inspired too.  Find out more at: NativeAmericanHeritageMonth.gov #NativeAmericanHeritageMonth #NativeAmericanHeritage FOLLOW US: Instagram: ⁠@armchairexplorerpodcast⁠Facebook: ⁠@armchairexplorerpodcast⁠Newsletter: ⁠armchair-explorer.com⁠ PODCAST RECOMMENDATION Check out the Smart Travel Podcast: This week's show is supported by the new Smart Travel Podcast. Travel smarter — and spend less — with help from NerdWallet. Check out Smart Travel here.  CREDITS Armchair Explorer is produced by ⁠Armchair Productions⁠. Aaron Millar wrote and presented the show, Charles Tyrie did the audio editing and sound design. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit ⁠megaphone.fm/adchoices⁠. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

If you've ever felt tired of living from your analytical, over-thinking mind, and strategized a change by becoming more disciplined, more perfect, more...better, this mini-episode is for you. If you find yourself somewhere in this story, The Sanctuary is here to welcome your sweaty dancing, spiritually curvy self with open arms.  We close for new members tonight, head to https://marylofgren.com/sanctuary to join us. The Sanctuary doors are open for just a few days

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On this episode of The Great American Hip-Hop Debate Podcast, Burnz and the team sit down with rapper and author Izzy Blast James for an in-depth conversation about his journey, music, and mission.We discuss his albums Blood, Sweat and Tears, Pain Music, Voice of the Streets, Long Distance, and Almost Home— exploring the stories, emotion, and authenticity behind each project. Izzy also opens up about his collaboration with King Von, how that connection came together, and what it meant for his career.The crew also dives into Izzy's upcoming album, his new single, and his plans for the future of Sunny Music Group. This is one of those conversations that celebrates real artistry, hustle, and growth. Tap in and hear how Izzy Blast James continues to carve his lane in Hip-Hop.#IzzyBlastJames #GAHHDcast #HipHopPodcast #KingVon #SunnyMusicGroup #PainMusic #VoiceOfTheStreets #BloodSweatAndTears #HipHopCulture #RapperInterview #ConnecticutHipHop #IndieArtist #NewMusic2025 #TheGreatAmericanHipHopDebate #BarsMatter

Five years ago, a CFO's main focus was cutting costs and boosting efficiency, but that conversation has dramatically shifted, with artificial intelligence (AI) now topping the priority list. In this episode of Blood, Sweat & Balance Sheets, host Mike Whitmire sits down with Andrew Moses, Associate Director at Cross Country Consulting, to dive into the evolving role of the modern CFO and the urgent need to adopt AI.They'll unpack why AI is no longer a "nice to have," but an essential budget item. You'll learn:How finance leaders can overcome the challenge of implementing AI, especially when general-purpose tools like Copilot and Python fall short for accounting-specific tasks.The critical difference between general-purpose and purpose-built AI solutions that seamlessly integrate with existing accounting systems.How to view AI as an investment not just in technology, but in your people.This discussion will provide a clear path for companies to effectively and easily adopt solutions purpose-built for the accounting function, making AI a practical reality.

Send us a textWhat if fire isn't just heat, but a teacher with a memory as old as time? We sit down with Katia—psychotherapist, yoga teacher, and Tantra practitioner—to explore the element that forged our tools, cooked our food, and still tempers our courage. Together we unpack how ceremony, reciprocity, and embodied practice transform fire from a resource we use into a relationship that reshapes us.We start by reframing fire as a single, living spirit present in every flame. That shift leads to practical protocols you can apply today: how to approach a fire with respect, why offerings matter, and how group ceremony protects the sacred line between each person and the flame. Katia then shares a personal turning point—loss that reduced life to ashes—and how that destruction cleared ground for a new path rooted in yoga, indigenous wisdom, and service. From there, we get tactical. Manipura, the solar plexus chakra, governs will and healthy power; when it's out of balance, anger and control take over. Katia maps simple, precise yoga postures that help balance each chakra, explaining how long holds act as portals to distinct states and emotional integration.We also look at why many of us get stuck in trauma talk and how Tantra offers a complementary route: changing resonance. Instead of rehearsing pain endlessly, we train the nervous system to embody courage, compassion, and self-worth while still honoring shadow work. Sweat lodges and temazcals show up as fierce teachers—dark, hot, and profoundly cleansing—capable of catalyzing shifts that talking alone can't touch. To ground it all, we share a new-moon fire ritual for release and creation, plus a guided transmission you can repeat: light a candle, feel the difference, and meet the spirit of fire with gratitude.If fire built our world, what world are we building with our fire? Listen, try the practices, and tell us what you choose to feed. If this conversation sparked something, subscribe, share with a friend who needs it, and leave a review so more seekers can find the show.Meet the Guest - Catia Batalha

This week on the Purple Pants Podcast Pit Stop, Brice Izyah and Brooke Camhi dive into Episode 6 of The Amazing Race Season 38, as teams head to Croatia for a leg packed with salt-sweeping Detours, slippery boat rides, and a tricky map-reading Roadblock that tested everyone's focus. From the lingering fallout of last week's Double U-Turn to shifting alliances and surprise comebacks, Brice and Brooke unpack all the drama, strategy, and laughs that made this episode a wild one. Tune in for their favorite moments, funniest takes, and predictions for the road ahead!

Purple Pants Podcast | The Amazing Race 38 Episode Six Recap: Salt, Sweat, and Strategy This week on the Purple Pants Podcast Pit Stop, Brice Izyah and Brooke Camhi dive into Episode 6 of The Amazing Race Season 38, as teams head to Croatia for a leg packed with salt-sweeping Detours, slippery boat rides, and a tricky map-reading Roadblock that tested everyone's focus. From the lingering fallout of last week's Double U-Turn to shifting alliances and surprise comebacks, Brice and Brooke unpack all the drama, strategy, and laughs that made this episode a wild one. Tune in for their favorite moments, funniest takes, and predictions for the road ahead! You can also watch along on Brice Izyah's YouTube channel to watch us break it all down.https://youtube.com/channel/UCFlglGPPamVHaNAb0tL_s7g Previously on the Purple Pants Podcast Feed:Purple Pants Podcast Archives LISTEN: Subscribe to the Purple Pants podcast feed WATCH: Watch and subscribe to the podcast on YouTubeSUPPORT: Become a RHAP Patron for bonus content, access to Facebook and Discord groups plus more great perks! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The Buck Reising Show Hr 2 - Potential Sweat Trade + Coach Mac joins & Friday FireSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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In this Q&A episode, Mark gives us the scoop on Sauna Camp 2.0, the buzz around the epic 45 White Oak build, and what's happening with his own Mysa Hus project. He opens up about leadership hiccups, the ups and downs of running a construction team, and why wellness and good vibes matter when building standout homes. If you're into behind-the-scenes stories, practical builder tips, and a few laughs along the way, this one's right up your alley! Support the show - https://www.curiousbuilderpodcast.com/shop See our upcoming live events - https://www.curiousbuilderpodcast.com/events The host of the Curious Builder Podcast is Mark D. Williams, the founder of Mark D. Williams Custom Homes Inc. They are an award-winning Twin Cities-based home builder, creating quality custom homes and remodels — one-of-a-kind dream homes of all styles and scopes. Whether you're looking to reimagine your current space or start fresh with a new construction, we build homes that reflect how you live your everyday life. Sponsors for the Episode: Pella Website: https://www.pella.com/ppc/professionals/why-wood/ Adaptive Website: https://referrals.adaptive.build/u8Gkiaev Sauna Camp Website: https://www.saunacamps.com/ Where to find the Host: Website - https://www.mdwilliamshomes.com/ Podcast Website - https://www.curiousbuilderpodcast.com Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/markdwilliams_customhomes/ Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/MarkDWilliamsCustomHomesInc/ LinkedIn - https://www.linkedin.com/in/mark-williams-968a3420/ Houzz - https://www.houzz.com/pro/markdwilliamscustomhomes/mark-d-williams-custom-homes-inc

T. Kyle and Brad discuss Legendtina in Paris, the Louvre heist, Janelle Monae time-traveling back to the '70s to see David Bowie, new albums from Madison Beer and Rosalia, High Fashion Editorial! featuring Addison Rae and Charli xcx at the 2025 Academy Museum Gala and Addison Tour cameo plus "Nothing On (But The Radio)" encore, TikTok Talk featuring Sombr's "you're 25" rant, Group 7, new music from Alex Lustig, Brunello, Michael Medrano, John Summit, the "I Wanna Go" drama, Britney's "Scary," Rose Gray's 'A Little Louder, Please' (listen to Brad's interview!), the return of Willa Ford, Selena Gomez's scraps, the 20th anniversary of Imogen Heap's 'Speak for Yourself,' Ariana Grande's interview on 'Shut Up Evan,' Brad seeing Paloma Mami at the all-girl reggaeton party, Demi Lovato's 'It's Not That Deep,' Lily Allen's 'West End Girl' and Melanie C's "Sweat." Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Joe Marrese talks all things Halloween, emphasizes how uncomfortable Halloween costumes are, Joe and Aaron pick the winner of the Halloween Villain Bracket, and much more on the 226th episode of Joe Code! Be sure to subscribe, rate, & review the pod wherever you listen Write Joe an email: joecodepodcast@gmail.com Support Joe Code at www.patreon.com/joecodepocast

Jim Jordan recommends ex CIA chief John Brennan for criminal referral for lying multiple times to Congress. Ted Cruz outlines the GOP's push to investigate wholly and expose to the American people the level of deep state corruption in Joe Biden's administration. Trump's lawyers are suing the government (under Biden) for what could be more than $200 million for its relentless lawfare. Trump explains what he'd do with that money and hints that big news about 2020 is coming out soon.