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Sabai Talk Podcast is a conversation about Thai food, Thai cooking and Thai culture, from the most visible Thai women chefs in media; Hong Thaimee and Pailin Chongchitnant. Join Chef Hong and Chef Pailin as they uncover the secrets of Tom Yum, Thailand's beloved spicy soup, and why for Thais, it is more than just a soup. Find Sabai Talk Podcast on: Available wherever you get your podcast. Connect with us at sabaitalk@hongthaimee.com Hong Thaimee Hong's Instagram https://www.instagram.com/hongthaimee Hong's Sauces and Teas www.hongthaimee.com/shop Hong's YouTube Channel https://www.youtube.com/@hongthaimee Pailin Chongchitnant Pailin's Instagram https://www.instagram.com/hotthaikitchen Pailin's cookbooks https://hot-thai-kitchen.com/htk-cookbook/ Pailin's YouTube Channel https://youtube.com/pailinskitchen  

Sabai Talk Podcast is a conversation about Thai food, Thai cooking and Thai culture, from the most visible Thai women chefs in media; Hong Thaimee and Pailin Chongchitnant. Join Chef Hong and Chef Pailin as they uncover the secrets of Tom Yum, Thailand's beloved spicy soup, and why for Thais, it is more than just a soup. Find Sabai Talk Podcast on: Available wherever you get your podcast. Connect with us at sabaitalk@hongthaimee.com Hong Thaimee Hong's Instagram https://www.instagram.com/hongthaimee Hong's Sauces and Teas www.hongthaimee.com/shop Hong's YouTube Channel https://www.youtube.com/@hongthaimee Pailin Chongchitnant Pailin's Instagram https://www.instagram.com/hotthaikitchen Pailin's cookbooks https://hot-thai-kitchen.com/htk-cookbook/ Pailin's YouTube Channel https://youtube.com/pailinskitchen

This week on Heroes Three podcast we're wishing you a happy Songkran as we close out our first look at the high impact action of Thailand cinema with Prachya Pinkaew's Tom-Yum-Goong from 2005 starring Tony Jaa with action by Panna Rittikrai! Full cast and credits - HERE Find us online - https://linktr.ee/Heroes3Podcast Email us! - heroes3podcast@gmail.com Check out some H3 art and merch! - https://www.teepublic.com/user/kf_carlito Full blogpost here! Tom-Yum-Goong BTS! Terry Yum Goong! Tom-Yum-Goong the Game?! Timestamps (0:00) Intro (1:18) Why Tom-Yum-Goong (16:17) Back of the DVD (16:59) Movie recap (51:09) Where we complain about modern action for 9 minutes (59:47) Back to the movie (1:30:29) Final Thoughts (1:34:45) Plugs and training for next week

Tom is out to prove a point that 'experts' aren't always right, showcasingwhat they think is a gap in the market Tom thinks is rubbish. Do you agree? Will Callum agree?   The ONLY way to wake up in Adelaide is with your best brekkie mates Tom & Callum on Fresh 92.7 Keep up to date on our socials.                                                                                  Instagram - @fresh927                                                                                              Facebook - Fresh 92.7See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Tom is out to prove a point that 'experts' aren't always right, showcasingwhat they think is a gap in the market Tom thinks is rubbish. Do you agree? Will Callum agree?   The ONLY way to wake up in Adelaide is with your best brekkie mates Tom & Callum on Fresh 92.7 Keep up to date on our socials.                                                                                  Instagram - @fresh927                                                                                              Facebook - Fresh 92.7See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Today we spend the whole episode chatting about Meg's Recipetin Eats Challenge and it's a long one. In 2023 Meg cooked every single recipe in Nagi Maehashi's incredible debut cookbook 'Dinner'. Nagi's website was already a favourite 'go to' place for recipes for both of us, it's super accessible, has an amazing variety of cuisines and meals and THEY ALWAYS WORK! So when she released a cookbook it was always going to be great. We chat about why Meg set herself the challenge and what she learned, how it changed her kitchen, especially her spice rack, her cooking and meal planning. You can check out her instagram where she posted photos of most of the dishes. This link to Khao Pla restaurant in Chatswood with the incredible eggplant chips and the best Thai food Meg has ever eaten, the Tom Yum is off the charts. Susan's favourite thing recipe inspiration here. Meg's favourite thing this week and maybe of all time - one for the coriander lovers! This is all we've found online and matches Meg's copy of the original recipe which is scrawled on a piece of paper. Want to help your teen navigate eating well? Check out our downloadable, on demand webinar here. Sign up for the waitlist to be the first to hear about our extended eating disorder prevention online course for parents 'Lifeguards : The Non diet way for parents of teens".

Episode Summary This week on Live Like the World is Dying, we have a short story about prepping called "Blood, Soil, & Frozen TV Dinners" by Matthew Dougal. It's a parody about two right-wing preppers who are faced with a collapse in society. After the story, there's an interview with the author about prepping mentalities and writing. This episode was reposted from the Strangers in a Tangled Wilderness podcast. The story can be read at tangledwilderness.org. Host Info Inmn can be found on Instagram @shadowtail.artificery Reader The Reader is Bea Flowers. If you would like to hear Bea narrate other things, or would like to get them to read things for you check them out at https://voicebea.wixsite.com/website Publisher Info This show is published by Strangers in A Tangled Wilderness. We can be found at www.tangledwilderness.org, or on Twitter @TangledWild and Instagram @Tangled_Wilderness. You can support the show on Patreon at www.patreon.com/strangersinatangledwilderness. Theme music The theme song was written and performed by Margaret Killjoy. You can find her at http://birdsbeforethestorm.net or on twitter @magpiekilljoy Transcript Live Like the World is Dying: “Blood, Soil, & Frozen TV Dinners” with Matthew Dougal **Inmn ** 00:16  Hello, and welcome to Live Like the World is Dying, your podcast for what feels like the end times. I'm your host today, Inmn Neruin, and today we have something a little different. I host another podcast called Strangers in a Tangled Wilderness where every month we take a zine that Strangers puts out and turn it into an audio feature and do an interview with the author. We had a two-part feature called Blood, Soil, and Frozen TV Dinners by Matthew Dougal, and it is a short story about prepping from a very strange perspective, that of two right-wing preppers facing a mysterious collapse of society. This short story is a parody and I promise that the two main pov characters are not the heroes of the tale. It's a fun story and I do an interview with Matthew afterward about prepping mentalities, fiction, and other neat stuff. If you like this episode, check out my other podcast that this is featured from. I did not re-record the outro, so you'll get a little taste of Margaret playing the piano, because she wrote the theme music for the Strangers podcast. You'll also get to hear our wonderful reader, Bea Flowers narrate the story. Follow along with the transcript or at Tangledwilderness.org where you can read all of our featured zines for free. But before all of that, we are a member of the Channel Zero Network of anarchist podcasts and here's a jingle from another show on that network.  [sings a simple melody] **Bea ** 02:49 “Blood, Soil, & Frozen TV Dinners” by Matthew Dougal. Read by Bea Flowers. Published by Strangers in a Tangled Wilderness.  Katie sat, wide-eyed, beneath the kitchen table and hugged her knees to her chest. She was shaking, vibrating visibly. Tanner put his finger to his lips and prayed that her silent tears would remain just that. There was no time to stop and calm her down. Not again. He moved slowly around the kitchen, fumbling through cupboards and pulling out pre-wrapped packages of food. Always be prepared. Tanner had practiced this before things went dark, but it was different doing it for real. His hands hadn't been so shaky, back then.  A noise, on the porch. His body froze before his mind registered the sound. Tanner dropped into a crouch and crossed the room to the window, willing every cell in his body to radiate confidence toward his baby girl. His hand found the Glock 17 at his belt and he brought it up in front of him, the familiar feel of the grip reassuring. He took a breath, steadied himself, and raised his eyes to the level of the windowsill. The muscles in his thighs steeled and he remained, unblinking, utterly still, staring out into the darkness.  After thirty or forty nerve-twanging seconds, Tanner drew breath and relaxed. His quads were burning, and they thanked him as he straightened. He could hear the specter of his ex-wife in his head, telling him to lose some weight, exercise more… Well she'd left, and that was 135 pounds gone right there. She'd probably say that was a good start.   An unbearably loud ringing pierced the silence and sent him diving to the floor, landing awkwardly on his gun and sounding a crash through the kitchen. A keening whine came from under the table, Katie shaken from her silence.  The doorbell.  Feeling foolish, Tanner twisted over his shoulder and hissed at his daughter to be quiet. Still prone, he crawled toward the hallway in the most reassuring manner he could manage and pointed his Glock at the front door.  Footsteps outside, then a shadow appeared at the window. Tanner's heart pounded in his ears—more violent pulses of silence than sound—and his vision blurred as panic flooded his body. He'd heard the early reports of armed groups in the streets, some sort of fighting downtown, but he hadn't really believed they would come here. His legs were weak, and he silently thanked God that he was already on the floor. The shape at the window didn't move, frozen in the gloom, silhouetted by flickering light coming from the street. As Tanner's head cleared he tried to take stock of what was happening.  The apparition was vaguely man-shaped but shorter and slighter, an ethereal grace evident even in its stillness. A voice called out, muffled through the door, the guttural singsong completely at odds with the sleek form at the window. Tanner couldn't understand everything, but he thought he caught the words “little girl.” A second shape mounted the porch alongside the first, similarly short but squat and stocky, and grunted something to its companion in an alien tongue. Fluorescent light flooded the yard and the voices momentarily disappeared beneath the growl of an angry engine. Tanner's breath caught. His trembling finger hovered over the trigger and he willed the barrel to still its swaying dance. Two shots exploded outside—loud shots, from a much bigger gun than his. The creatures spun to face this new threat, their chatter rising in pitch and speed. They sounded panicked.  “yalla! hawula' alnaas majnoon.” Tanner sensed his opportunity. He was forgotten. All those hours of training kicked in and muscle memory took over as he rose to one knee, took a two-handed grip, and unleashed a furious hail of fire at his front door.  “Keep your filthy hands off my daughter!” He fired until he felt the Glock stop kicking, the magazine spent. As the cacophony faded he realized he was screaming.  “Tanner! It's me, Blake. Stop shooting goddammit, they're gone.”  “Blake?” Tanner mechanically reloaded his gun. “Why…” His throat was raw, his voice barely audible even to him. He swallowed, fighting to control his breath, and cleared his throat. “What are you doing here?”  “Come to see if you were okay. Figured you and the kid might need a hand.”  A stocky, heavily muscled figure wearing fatigues and a plate carrier stepped up to the porch, visible through the splintered ruins that had been the front door. A halogen glow lanced through the holes, like the brilliant aura of some kind of avenging eagle.  “When this shit spread across the river from the city we locked down. It was touch-and-go for a while, but things quieted down eventually. When they did, I came straight over. Good thing I got here when I did. The quick little fuckers ran for it, but I think you hit one of ‘em.”  The figure stopped, pulled down the red, white and blue bandana covering its mouth, and spat. Tanner had never been more relieved to see his buddy's foul-mouthed face. Or his M1A SOCOM 16 rifle.  “We're alright.” Tanner's voice was exhausted, his body shivering as the adrenaline fled. “Thank God I was prepared. Still, it's good to see you.”  “Prepared, shit.” His buddy grinned. “I been telling you for years to get something heavy duty.” Blake kicked the splintered remains of the door and his grin faded. “You can't stay here. Those things'll be back. Grab your girl and jump in the truck. Let's head to mine, she'll be safe there.” The grin returned.“Prepared, shit.”  An hour later they were sitting in “the Hole,” as Blake affectionately called it. The Hole was both name and description, although it perhaps undersold the amount of effort that had gone into its construction. Attached to the garage by a short, downward-sloping corridor, The Hole was a full-blown bunker that spread underneath almost the entirety of Blake's backyard. Tanner was sitting in the main chamber eating Top Ramen, chicken flavor.  They had made the half-mile journey in silence—lights down on the Tacoma, Tanner jumpy, Blake grim, Katie in a state of shock. The streets had looked completely foreign, the usual calming glow of LEDs replaced by the orange flicker of scattered flames. The familiar hum of traffic had been gone. Instead, gunfire had cracked in the distance.  Blake's wife Lauren had buzzed them inside after Blake confirmed his identity via video feed—three times: at the gate, the door, and the entrance to the Hole. The security was impressive. Lauren had ushered them inside, AR-15 at the ready. “This is prepared,” Blake was saying, as Katie stared blankly at her untouched ramen. “Old owners, they had this backyard full of fruit trees, vegetables, fuckin' kale and kohlrabi. What good is that gonna do, I said, you gonna hide in the pumpkin patch with a slingshot? Idiots.  “Anyhow me and Lauren, we wanted to be ready, so I been building this the last two years. Ain't no one knows about it, not even the contractors…” Blake sliced a finger across his throat, then laughed, “I'm joking, but they were from one of them Mexican countries. Had no idea what they were building. Good workers, though, came here the right way. And I did the security all myself.”  Tanner laughed too, but at what he didn't quite know. “You took this all real serious.”  “Yessir. You never really believed, but we did. Earl Swanson was right, this here's been a long time coming. It's just like he said, and we listened. And here we are, while you was laying on the floor waving round that little waterpistol of yours.”  Tanner had listened too, but apparently not well enough. There was only so much time he could watch an angry man on TV shouting about the state of the nation, no matter how prophetic he was turning out to be. Tanner tried to put up a strong front and flex his knowledge. He had listened, dammit.  “Is this it, then? The invasion? Earl said they've been preparing it for years, brainwashing people. Recruiting sympathizers and traitors…”  “It's worse than that. The invasion started way back, we just didn't notice. Well, most of us didn't. Earl did. He tried to warn us, that the aliens'd started infiltrating, landing in remote parts of the country, blending in, looking just like us…” Blake spat. “Well, not quite like us. But close e-fucking-nough, hiding out and biding their time.” “And now it's out in the open…” Tanner looked from his friend's face to his daughter's, scared and staring, and trailed off. He may have been listening, but he sure as hell didn't understand.  “What's happening?” Tanner asked. “We've been laying low at home, locked down and trying to wait out whatever this is. We haven't heard a thing since the power cut out three days back.”  He could feel a surge of emotion building, pent-up adrenaline and stress and fear and loneliness rolling over him in a wave as they were released. His stoicism wobbled.  “We're… Katie's scared and confused, and tired and sick of hiding and we're all alone! What is all this? What's happening?” Tanner realized he was shouting and stopped, taking a deep breath and lowering his voice. “Blake, man, what the hell is going on?” Blake never flinched, just ran his tongue over his teeth in thought while he watched Tanner's outburst through hooded eyes. “Naw, we don't know nothing for sure. Swanson's been off-air for two days, since just after shit started going down. Said he was right, that it sure as shit seemed like those aliens he'd been warning us about were making a move, and the whole fuckin' lot of us did nothing. Well, seems like it blew up in our face. Last thing he said was he's heading somewhere safe to keep broadcasting, and he'd let us know when he found out more,” Blake paused, sucked his teeth, “We've had the TV and radio on non-stop since then, since we fired the generator up. Nothing.”  Lauren lent forward. “There was something, couple days back…”  “Nothing useful,” Blake cut in. He spat. “Same old fuckin' commie stations, same old crap. They took over the channels, emergency broadcasting. Said there was a ‘protest.' Stay inside, all under control, daddy government's here, blah blah,” he laughed “Hell of a protest. More like an insurrection. Doublespeak bullshit.”  “So what's the plan? We hide out? Lay low? Wait for the military?”  “The troops ain't coming, chief.” Blake grimaced, “Alien tentacles go deep. Probably strolling around in general's stars by now, the politicians just handing over the keys. This President'll have us kissing their feet before dinner.  “Nah, if we wanna fight back we can't rely on that fuckin' bunch of secretaries and scribes. We hole up here, wait for instructions.” He laughed again, “Huh, hole up in the Hole. That's funny.”  That grin was starting to get on Tanner's nerves. “Instructions from who? How long is that gonna take? Who's gonna fight back against… this?” “I know some people, from back in the old days. Good people. There's still patriots out there who won't give up this country without a fight.”   Tanner still bristled with questions, but he was starting to feel relieved. There were people in charge, and they had a plan. That was something he could work with. “What if it takes weeks? Months? Do we have food for that long?” Blake settled further into his chair, grinned that cocky grin. “I do, don't know about you.” Before the words were even out of his mouth he was already raising his palms, “Chill out, I'm joking. I'll put it on your tab. You're a lawyer, I know you're good for it. Show him, babe.”  Lauren got up and went over to a large yellow flag hanging on the concrete wall, pulling it aside to reveal a long, narrow room that ended abruptly at a large steel door. She flicked on the light.  “Dry storage,” she said, gesturing at the shelves lining both walls. Packets of ramen, boxes of cereal, rows of whiskey, and gleaming stacks of cans stared down at Tanner. “And cold storage,” Lauren continued as she stepped over to the door, kicking aside two enormous tubs of supplements and pulling it open to reveal a walk-in freezer. Tanner followed her inside as she happily chatted away, showing everything off like a house-proud hen.  “We've got everything we need. Steaks, hotdogs, chili, hamburgers, mac and cheese, chicken parmesan, mashed potatoes--whatever you want. There's a well, too, over the other side, we had that dug last summer. Tastes a bit funny, but it won't hurt you.” Tanner was hardly listening. He had never seen anything like it, never imagined anything on this scale. Blake really had taken preparing for the end of the world seriously. The freezer room was filled, wall to wall, with a treasure trove of gourmet excess; thousands upon thousands of frozen TV dinners.  Tanner stared at his microwaved salmon filet, fries drooping from his fork. Out of habit he was eating in front of the TV with Katie, though the display hadn't changed in… however many days it had been. Just the red, white and blue logo, a tile flipping between ads for pillows, brain pills, and frozen food, and the same scrolling red banner:  Breaking: The United States of America is under attack. Stand by for updates.  Katie was poking at her food silently, barely eating. Still no appetite. Tanner had told her they were safe, told her he wasn't going to let anyone hurt her, told her a hundred times in different ways that she was his precious little girl and he would make sure she was okay. It had made no difference. She had just looked up at him with big, frightened eyes that pulled at Tanner's heart. The only time she had spoken in the past 24 hours was to ask why he had tried to shoot people. Of course she didn't understand. Maybe he should ask Lauren to talk to her.  The TV display glitched, blipped, flicked to static and then to black. Tanner shoveled the fries into his mouth and rubbed his eyes. He'd been staring at a blank TV for too long. He chewed and stretched, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to straighten out his aching back.  Earl Swanson was on TV. Tanner blinked a few times to make sure he was seeing straight. Swanson's shirt was wrinkled, his hair a mess and his signature bowtie slightly crooked, but his face wore that familiar expression of righteously indignant bewilderment. It was him.  “Blake. Blake, get in here!”  Swanson was in what looked like a large living room rather than his usual studio. Bookshelves and a TV cabinet were visible behind him. There were shadows under his eyes and his wrinkles were clearly visible without his usual TV makeup, but his eyes were as sharp as ever. There was a strength to them, piercing the screen, full of faith and fire. It felt like he was in the room. He looked like he'd been in a fight, and won. He was back.  “Good evening America, and welcome to Earl Swanson Tonight.” “Blake!” Blake stuck his head through the door.  “What? I'm working out, give me a…. No shit.” Blake stepped into the room. He was topless, breathing heavily. His stomach was shiny with sweat, pooling and running down the chiseled channels between his well-defined muscles before disappearing behind the low-riding waistband of his camo pants. Tanner realized he was staring and felt his cheeks flush as he snapped his eyes back to his friend's.  “Blake, it's--” “Shut up, I'm trying to listen.” The rebuke slapped Tanner back to the present and back to the TV. He surreptitiously sat a little straighter and sucked in his gut, trying to ignore the heat rising in his face. “...cities up and down the west coast. From Seattle to San Diego, the alien invaders and the traitors from among our own citizens have taken control, sowing chaos and destruction. Order has broken down, and anarchy rules in the streets. Yet we hear nothing but silence from the White House. The elites in Washington won't do anything about this -- they encouraged it. They caused it! “No, it is up to patriotic Americans to stop this existential threat. It is up to us, to you and me and the other patriots out there. If you value the American way of life, if you respect the principles that built the greatest nation ever imagined, if you care about your family and the future of your children, then the time has come to stand up. Your country needs you.  “I have been warning about this day on this very program for years. If you have been listening, you will be prepared for this betrayal. You know what to do. Find other true Americans who are ready to fight for our civilization and our culture. Defend our Western values against this attack by anarchists and aliens who wish to destroy us. They tried to take our guns from us, to disarm us, and failed -- now is the time to use them. Seek out the prepared, the militias, the heroes. Fight back. Show them that we will not allow it. “I will be moving to an undisclosed safe location so I can keep you informed. You know your job. I am doing my part, will you do yours?” Swanson sat erect and defiant, no less commanding for his disheveled appearance. His willpower flowed from the screen in waves, washing over the watchers. It was compelling. It was urgent. It was the only option.  The screen went black.  Swanson's gaze bored into Tanner long after the TV went dark, burning with righteous fire, lip curling with fury. The heat in Tanner's cheeks sharpened, focused, began to spread into his chest and throughout his body. There was only one thought in his mind. “We gotta go.” It took him a second to realize that Blake had spoken the words out loud.  “We do. But where? I don't know anyone like that.” “You know me, and I know people. Don't worry about that. We gotta go to Baker City. I talked to one of my buddies from the marines this morning, he's headed to join one of the militias out east. They might not be big, but they're hard. They're something.” Tanner looked at Blake blankly, unable to quite comprehend what he was being told. Days of no news, no action, now everything all at once.  “But what's in Baker City? Don't you know anyone here? This is where we live, where we have the Hole, where we have a safe base.”  Blake was clearly agitated, shifting from foot to foot.  “It's not safe. Weren't you listening? It's fallen. The military ain't doing jack, like I fuckin' told you they wouldn't.” Blake stopped bouncing and steadied himself. “But my buddy said the boys in Baker held out. It was bloody, but they held strong. If we can get there in a hurry, we can join a caravan heading for Boise.”  “Baker… Boise? What the… Boise?! Surely it's safer in Texas, or… or…”  “Texas? And how far away is that? Look, I don't know nothing about nothing, but I know I ain't looking for safer. All I know is I got buddies in Baker, and they say Boise, and they are the fuckin' resistance. We got our orders, soldier. “The west had been invaded. Destroyed. Gone. You heard Swanson, same as me. Grids are down, water's down, TV's down--mostly, anyway. Sky's half full of fire and smoke, gangs roaming the streets, traitors and aliens taking or breaking whatever they can get their thieving hands on.” Tears came to Blake's eyes.  “It's a fucking mess out there, buddy. Anarchy. They've burned the lot.” It was a lot to chew on. Tanner put a piece of salmon in his mouth.  “I'm not gonna let some filthy aliens take my home, fuck my wife, invade my country, and steal the god damn US of A! The fight is right there, and I'm gonna fight it. Are you?”  Tanner's brain was spinning, but his blood was still hot from Swanson's speech. Blake's fire, delivered standing there half-naked like a Steven Seagal action figure, was rousing something inside him. His country needed him, and he felt the call in his bones. He put down his fork. He swallowed. He rose.  “Of course I'll fight. I'll put a bullet in every alien who steps foot on American soil. I'll put every collaborator in the dirt.” He saw himself, next to Blake, riding shotgun as they made a fighting escape through the streets. He saw a heroic journey to Baker City, filled with danger and righteous violence. He saw a triumphant return, at the head of an army, cleansing his city with purifying flame. And he saw Katie, small and fragile and beautiful. Perfect, and terrified. The flame wavered.  “But I'm fighting for her,” Tanner gestured, “I got my little girl, and I'm not so red-hot on riding out guns blazing to meet these savages with her hanging off my arm. She's the future of this country, and that's a future we have to protect.”  To Tanner's surprise, Blake took a half step back.  “Shit. I know, man. Katie and Lauren, the innocent and the pure. I'm thinking of them, too.” He dropped his shoulders, but held Tanner's gaze. “But it's not safe for them here neither. We're on our own, and all hell has broken loose up top. We fight for them, and they are the reason we have to fight.” Tanner paused, then nodded. He reached out and placed his hand on his friend's shoulder, fingers gripping the sweaty skin.  “Let's go pack the truck.”  As the sun set and twilight brought a low fog creeping across the city, they piled into the Tacoma with as many frozen dinners as they could carry.  Tanner rode in back. Lauren was up front, AR at the ready, while Blake drove, M1A by his side and his Glock taped to the dash. Katie was at Tanner's side, curled up below the window and hidden from view, and Tanner watched over her with his own Glock and a borrowed Remington 870. They were all a little jumpy. He and Lauren had wanted to maintain a shoot-on-sight policy. Blake had been more cautious. According to Swanson, there would be plenty of people collaborating with the aliens. Lights out, engine low, and hopefully they could slip right on by.  No one knew what to expect—Tanner suspected they were all terrified. He certainly was. Even Blake had swapped out his flag bandana for a more understated camo print. He had stashed the red, white and blue fabric in the bed of the truck with the rest of their gear.     They pulled out into streets Tanner knew, but didn't. He had driven them every day, on the way to work, to Katie's school, to church, to the mall. The streets were as familiar as a cold Coke, yet now, in some important way, they were… different. As they left the Hole and drove through the suburb he couldn't quite put his finger on it, but once Blake reached the main street and turned past the bars and shops and take-out joints, it hit him.  The streets were dead. The cars were gone. The steady flow of traffic, of people living their lives, had stopped. The parking lot in front of the drug store was empty; so was the one behind the bar. The convenience store, normally ticking over with a steady stream of customers buying cigarettes and beer, was dark behind its windows. Unintelligible graffiti in some alien script covered the ads for energy drinks, an expression of mindless violence across someone's hard work.  A light rain had started, misting around them and adding to the dreariness. A billboard loomed overhead, the lights that illuminated the Colgate-bright smiles of the models now permanently dark. Tanner was glad—the gloom obscured the flame-scarred destruction streaking the toothpaste company's perfect white message. “Disgusting,” Blake spat. He looked like he wanted to say more but pulled up short, shocked at the sudden sound of his own voice. His eyes focused back on the road and he fell into uneasy silence. The truck continued its crawl down the deserted street, barely clocking 20 miles an hour. Even at that speed, the low growl of the engine seemed unbearably loud as it reverberated among the carcasses of commerce and ricocheted down abandoned side streets.  They kept driving, and nothing kept happening. It was torturous. Every minute of unbroken inactivity twisted the crank on the tension in the car, until the unceasing hum of the engine began to seep into Tanner's brain. Every muscle in his arms and legs, primed and waiting and ready to spring, began to tremble, and his eyes focused and unfocused on nothing at all.  His frantic heartbeat messed with his breathing, a powerful panicked thud that matched the rumble of the pistons.  Overall, he was relieved when the road curved and they entered a strip of restaurants to see signs of life among the debris littered across the street in the distance.  It wasn't immediately clear through the gloom what was happening. Blake slowed the truck, now rolling along at barely more than walking pace, and they crept closer. The scene was illuminated by the flickering light of small fires and backlit by a pair of enormous floodlights, creating a glowing aura in the surrounding mist. Images began to resolve, ghostly figures flitting in and out of view and the harsh geometric shapes—not of debris, but of hastily manufactured barricades—throwing long shadows that lanced through the air around them as they approached.  All eyes were fixed on the barricades as they pulled within shouting distance, and Tanner nearly pissed himself when someone knocked on his window. He yelped, Blake swore, and Lauren's weapon x-rayed Tanner's head and pointed at the intruder. Tanner followed her lead and jerked his gun up to aim in the general direction of the window and for ten, twenty heartbeats nothing moved. Then another knock, and Blake hissed at them: “Put those things away you idiots, we're the good guys here. Whatever side that guy is on, so are we.”  Tanner slowly lowered the gun, then the window.  “Hey folks, no cars through here.” The man was clad head to toe in black—black jeans, black hoodie, black gloves, black bandana covering his face, black curly hair running with rainwater. No wonder they hadn't seen him. The stranger spotted their guns.  “Oh, nothing like that,” he added, catching the nervous energy in the truck, “You're a bit late to the party. No trouble ‘round here, this area's been cleaned out for days.” He chuckled, sending a shiver through Tanner.  “Some folks messed up the cop shop a while back, it was a bit of a fight. Streets were all blocked up anyway, so we set up a little kitchen here. Been feeding some folks. Symbolic, like, new world in the ruin of the old and all that.” The smile fell from his face as he took in the scene in the truck.  “Everything alright? Is she okay?”  He gestured at Katie, curled up and quivering silently beside Tanner. Tanner opened his mouth to respond, but Blake was quicker. “Sure, probably just spooked by that fucking mask. Look, we don't mean to bother you people. Just heading east, trying to cross the river. We'll go around you and your little kitchen.”  If the man took issue with Blake's tone, it didn't show.  “Bridge is a no-go, I'm afraid. Pigs blew the cables as they pulled out, some of it collapsed. It's way too unstable to cross.” He scratched at his temple. “What d'you want out that way, anyway? There's dangerous people out there, not exactly safe for… families.”  “We're heading for, uh, Hood River,” Tanner spoke up, “Taking supplies out to the girl's grandparents.”  “Indians,” Blake chimed in, “they need the help.” He winked at Tanner.  The stranger turned to Blake and met his eyes, holding his gaze for an unnerving moment. Then he seemed to resolve some internal discussion, relaxing his shoulders. “Well, you might be able to get across up St. Johns, last I heard the bridge was still intact. There's some folks in the park up there, you can ask them.”  “St. Johns? That's the wrong fucking way!”  “A bridge is a bridge. It's that or swim, champ.” “Can you at least call the, uh, your boss? Tell him you checked us out, ask if we can get across?”  The man smiled, but something hardened behind his eyes.  “My boss? Sure, sure. Look, I think it's time you moved on. Head on up there and tell ‘em what you told me, they'll let you out. There's a bunch of poor Indians waiting for their dinner.”  There was something strange about the way the man said “Indians,” but he patted the hood of the truck and turned away, waving them down a side street away from the barricade. As Blake slowly drove off, Tanner collapsed back into his seat and quickly rolled up the window. His underarms were cold with sweat, and he relaxed muscles he hadn't known were clenched.  Blake took the turn the stranger indicated, muttering that if he heard anyone say “folks” again he would hit them. Tanner stared out the window at the “little kitchen” as they passed. There must have been a couple hundred people, milling around a dozen or so small fires. They were all loosely centered around a large tent directly in front of the scorched skeleton of the precinct. Laughter and music drifted through the open window, and Tanner closed it. He didn't think he could see any aliens, but it was difficult to tell in the dark.  “Collaborators. Must be a ration station or something,” he muttered, mostly to himself.  Lauren heard him. “No, this has been going on much longer than that, it just wasn't so out in the open. Swanson warned us about it. He said they lure hungry people in with food.”  “Yeah,” cut in Blake, “this is how they recruit ‘em. Set up a kitchen, give ‘em food, homeless and crackheads and queers, mostly. Drugs too, probably, and spewing their propaganda. That guy was probably one of the junkies. Sure as shit looked like it, you see the way he stared at me?”  Tanner shuddered. A junkie. He had an overwhelming urge to wash his hands. He remembered the way the man had talked about the police station, his manic laugh in the face of such violence, and glanced back at the quickly fading light. And saw a small figure, tottering at the edge of the firelight. A child.  “Disgusting,” he said out loud.  “Yeah, disgusting. It's like Earl said,” Blake continued, “they been feeding people right under our fucking noses.”  They drove on toward the bridge. The streets were more cluttered here, both with people and the remnants of the riots, and they could only manage a slow pace as they picked their way through the destruction. Blake had to swerve to the wrong side of the road to avoid a group of people carrying trash bags, picking through the rubble.  “Looking for something to eat,” he grunted, and locked the doors.  Signs of violence were everywhere. Tanner's chest tightened as they drove past the law firm where he had started his career—the job that had brought him to the city after he finished college, working for his father's best friend and learning his profession. Inside the shattered windows it was nothing but a shell, the desks overturned and the computers gone. No one would be working there any more.  The destruction was completely random. Violence for its own sake. Beside the firm was a pawn shop, covered in graffiti and looted. Next to that, a Vietnamese restaurant, completely unharmed except for ‘Delicious, 5 stars' sprayed on the pavement outside. Across the road was an untouched convenience store and a bookshop with its doors wide open, light flooding out and people crowding the entrance. A donut shop and an Apple store destroyed, a mechanic and a bar looking like they had simply closed for the night. There was absolutely no pattern or reason to it.  They saw a Fred Meyers with every window broken, the front door jammed open with a twisted shopping cart. A movement caught Tanner's eye and he saw someone leaving from a side door, carrying a huge bag of stolen food. He hoped Blake didn't see—he might do something stupid, and Tanner didn't want to stop. It wasn't safe.  They made it a few more blocks when Lauren gasped and grabbed Blake's arm, making him brake. She gestured across the intersection to a KFC. Half the building had collapsed in what must have been an enormous fire; the half that still stood had been savagely attacked. She pointed to the entrance with a shaking finger. Someone—or something—had toppled the giant bucket sign and sent it crashing through the ceiling of the kitchen. Above the door, someone had scrawled a message in red spray paint:  FUCK YOU SANDERS OUR SECRET SPICES NOW There were more barricades set up near the bridge. Where the others had been makeshift, marking a boundary, these were more serious. They were to stop people getting through. Blake slowed before they got too close to the blockade, which they could now see was lined by shapes that very much suggested people. On both sides of the road the land fell away into darkness, sloping down to become a park that ran beneath the bridge.  The park itself, a rare green space normally dotted with dog walkers and children, was transformed. The once-quiet lawns were a mass of tents and makeshift structures, stages and bars and sound systems, the proud trees now decked out with effigies and lights. Fires burned everywhere, and the distant space was carpeted with a swarming mass of humanity, undulating to a throbbing cacophony of noise.  “This doesn't look good,” said Blake. He pulled over, a hundred yards or so short of the bridge.  “That guy said they would let us through,” said Tanner, “if we stick to our story.”  “He was a junkie,” scoffed Lauren.  “But he thought we were working with them,” said Tanner, “he had no reason to lie to us.”  “I guess it's worth a try. Anyway, they ain't gonna try anything against this much firepower.” Blake grunted. “Too late to change our minds now. They've seen us.”  He nodded at the barricade, where two shapes had detached from the mass. They moved toward the Tacoma, and Blake responded by flicking the lights to high beam and heading to meet them. As Blake swung back out into the road the beams cut through the darkness to illuminate the figures, throwing wild shadows from the two shapes until the truck steadied course and they coalesced into recognisable forms. One was a large man, white, with a nose ring and a loosely-tied blond ponytail. He was wearing a plaid shirt and carrying a large rifle. The other—Tanner's throat caught—the other looked like one of the aliens.  “Shit,” said Blake, as the headlights picked out at least half a dozen more shapes along the barricade, several with big guns visible. “Fuck.” He stopped the truck and rolled down the window, then cursed again and threw open the door.  “I'll be fucked if I'm gonna sit here and be pulled over like some criminal. Tanner, you're with me—let's go meet them man to man.” Tanner scrabbled for the door handle and chased after Blake, half-skipping to catch up. They pulled up a few paces before colliding with the approaching party. The blond man stepped forward.  “How's it going, dude?” he said.  “We need to get to Hood River,” said Blake, “we're trying—” “Yeah, we heard.” The man cut him off. “Bridge is closed to traffic, unfortunately. You wanna cross, you'll have to walk.”  Blake bristled. “Are you joking? We need to bring all this stuff. It's… important,” he objected. “You can't just keep people here!”  “We could,” said the blond man, calmly. He sounded confident in his assertion. Looking at the line of men—and women, Tanner realized—standing along the barricade, he agreed.  “But we're not,” the man continued. “You can go wherever you want. Take your shit, cross the bridge. Some folks have organized buses up the river, they'll take you. But the truck stays.”  “But that's my fucking truck!” Blake squealed. The man's eyebrows shot up and Tanner laid a hand on Blake's shoulder, squeezing it and hoping he got the message. The stranger paused, then sighed.  “Look, I'm sorry dude. I love my truck, too. But there was an attack at another camp last night by these so-called freedom fighters,” he grimaced. “Militia wackjobs, really. Word is they are gathering across the river, and we can't risk weapons and vehicles falling into the wrong hands. Especially not an arsenal like you folks got here.”  The alien stepped forward and, much to Tanner's surprise, spoke in perfect American English.  “Don't worry, it'll be here when you get back. We'll take real good care of it for you. They will appreciate the help guarding the buses and I'm sure they'll be more than happy to help you move these… important supplies.”  They signaled to the group at the barricade and two more figures made their way into the light of the truck's high beams. The first was a slim Black man in fatigues, wearing a red beret at a jaunty angle and carrying a AR-style rifle in one hand. The other was a woman, tall and imposing. She wore a leather jacket over a long black dress, which was slit to the thigh to reveal hints of slim, bare legs that stretched from the pavement to the heavens. Tanner blinked rapidly and swallowed. He had always had a soft spot for long legs in thigh-slit dresses.  As they came closer the man nodded at Tanner and Blake, but he was not what held their attention. The woman with the legs from God was also rocking a luxurious mustache that would have put Teddy Roosevelt to shame. As Tanner's eyes bulged, she caught his gaze and winked.  “Hello, boys. I'm Sunshine, they/them. I'll be with you on the bus.”  Tanner didn't know how to react. A fuzzy memory bounced around in the back of his head. “An investigation on college campuses found that increasing numbers of American citizens are using pronouns.” Earl's bewildered face frowned, then puckered. “These ‘theys' and ‘thems' are making a mockery of the American tradition, seeking to spread their insidious ideology among good, hard-working citizens, brainwashing young Americans into adopting these ‘pronouns.' What's next, people identifying a different age? A different race? We need to speak out against this perverse trend and most importantly, keep them away from our children.” _ That was it. These were the pronouns Swanson had warned them about. He gripped his gun and glanced at Blake, trying to get his mental footing.  Blake looked shocked, too, but quickly pulled himself together. He threw Tanner a sly look, one that hinted at an idea. “Give us a minute,” he snapped, and pulled away from Tanner, back to the truck. When they were both inside he turned on the occupants with a spark in his eyes.  “They must be talking about my boys, alive and kicking,” the old grin was back, his excitement barely contained. “Must have set up in the woods. We'll head over and find ‘em. Maybe they got word from Earl. If they're here, and they're fighting, maybe we don't have to go all the way to Boise after all.” “What's going on?” Lauren looked confused.  “We're leaving the truck. Grab the shit, cross the bridge, hijack their fucking commie-wagon and strike out east. Either we find them in Baker, or our boys find us first.”  Tanner was still coming to grips with the situation. “What about… them?” he said.  “Who?” “They… them. In the dress, with the pronouns!”  “And what are they going to do, stop us? You ever tried to fight wearing something like that? No. The four of us, across the bridge, grab the bus, easy.” “Katie's not hijacking any bus. She's eight, for God's sake. Maybe she and Lauren should stay here…”  “You stay here with Katie,” Lauren snapped, cutting Tanner off. “If you think it's safer, if you're looking for safer, you take her for a nice walk in the park down there. I'll be with my husband, taking my country back from these freaks.”  “I know you want to keep Katie safe,” Blake added, almost apologetically, “but you saw what it's like out there. You heard Swanson's warnings. These aren't people, they're animals, aliens. She's your baby fuckin' girl, man. You do what you're at peace with, but my wife sure as shit ain't staying here to get felt up by some dick in a dress.”  Tanner looked at Lauren. “But she's just a kid! What if she gets hurt.”  “What if she gets hurt _here? So you look after her. Be a man,” Lauren spat back.    Blake clapped Tanner on the shoulder and held his gaze. “It's do or die time, soldier. Let's get the fuck outta here, hook up with the resistance, then bring back the fury of God and freedom and the USA to take back this city and liberate my God damn truck!” Tanner looked at Katie, curled up in the footwell, and wanted to object. He wanted to take her somewhere safe, back to the Hole, where it was warm and they could hide from the aliens and the bad people and they had all the food they could need and they could wait for this all to be over.  But the fire in his belly wouldn't let him. He knew Blake was right, he knew that he should be ashamed of his moments of weakness. He saw Lauren gripping her rifle and staring at Blake with faith and devotion in her eyes and he knew that was the kind of man he wanted to be. Tanner breathed a silent promise to keep Katie safe, no matter the cost.  “Let's do it.” Blake pulled the truck up to the group of guards and they all piled out, Tanner standing straight and feeling tall, Blake's words ringing in his ears. It's do or die time. _ Two of the barricade guards came over to help them unload while the others stood around and watched, their mustachioed escort who made Tanner's skin crawl and the large blond man. Traitor. They stripped off the tray covering and began shifting gear, Blake and blondie up above handing packages down to everyone else. Tanner heard the guards muttering to each other.  “Holy shit, that's a lot of firepower.” The blond man snorted. “And a lot of nasty-ass TV dinners. Important supplies, my ass.”  Sunshine shrugged. “Folks eat what they eat. Not everyone lives in a Whole Foods and learned to make Tom Yum on their gap year,” they rebuked him. The man grimaced and scratched his jaw. “Yeah, right. That was unfair of me. Well, Thai cooking workshop tomorrow and I'll make a big pot, so at least folks here don't have to eat that frozen stuff… unless they want to.” They busied themselves unloading, bundling food and weapons into bags or tying them together for ease of carrying. Tanner was tying the straps of his backpack and settling it on his back when he heard a curse from the back of the truck. He glanced up, and, frozen in time, watched the next few seconds helplessly.  The blond man had pulled out one of the last few satchels, the one containing all their spare clothes. He was standing upright, arms held out, nose ring quivering in silent outrage. In his left hand he had Blake's flag bandana; in his right, Blake's spare jacket, rebel flag patch sitting proudly on the shoulder.  Blake reacted fastest. He dropped the food he was holding, raised his Glock, and with a vengeful crack the blond ponytail exploded in a spray of red.  The man in the beret raised his rifle and fired two shots into Blake's chest, sending him flying from the tray. A scream burst from Lauren as she reached for her gun, but the alien matched the sound and met her with a powerful tackle, sending both of them crashing into a pile of frozen hamburgers. Sunshine reached out and grabbed Tanner's arm. Time snapped back into motion for Tanner. He instinctively pulled away and shook his arm free of the grasping fingers. Stepping back, he spun and swung his fist in a wild roundhouse. It connected with Sunshine's jaw as they overbalanced toward him. Tanner watched them collapse in a heap. His gaze danced over the chaos unfolding around him, frantically searching for Katie. _There. Tanner picked her up and ran.  They plunged off the road and into the darkness. There was only one thought in his mind: get Katie across that bridge. She was sobbing, shaking in his grasp, and Tanner made what he hoped were comforting shushing noises as he ran. He knew this park—there was a staircase inside one of the support towers that rose from the park to the bridge overhead. That was his way out. Holding Katie tightly, breath ragged, he ran toward the orgy of light and noise pulsating below.  The two escapees burst into the mass of people. Tanner looked around, eyes darting, taking in the madness and trying to get his bearings. The sensory assault was overwhelming, but he slowly made out patterns in the polyrhythmic press. What had looked from above like a continuous swell of humanity was actually a hundred, a thousand separate groups and camps and parties. People flowed freely between them, groups forming and merging and coming apart in a chaotic, everchanging anarchy. A makeshift stage to his left throbbed with bass, colliding with the bone-jarring screams and guitars of a group of punks. Tanner found himself surrounded by ecstatic dancers, while a group almost under his feet sat staring into a campfire, oblivious to the rest of the world. He crashed through their doped-out reverie and bounced off two men, locked in a hungry embrace.  Tanner recoiled and turned away, shielding Katie with his body, searching desperately for the tower that would lead him out of this nightmare. Lights flashed, blinding, creating a sort of slideshow of horror as Tanner scanned the crowd. There. He found it. His escape from this festival of the damned. He soldiered on, caught up in a whirl of half-naked dancers, men, women, and everyone else, mindless of the frigid air as they span and writhed in rapture.  Tanner spotted an exit, an island of calm, and dove for it. He exploded from the throng, gasping for air, and breathed in the relative silence. Collecting himself, he was faced with rows of bodies, still, staring at something unseen up ahead, the very air trembling with collective anticipation.  A voice shattered his uneasy reprieve, loud and bombastic and dripping with drama.  “And now, my darlings, it is time for these fuckers to do what I do best—go down!” Tanner dashed through the crowd as they roared and surged into motion, and caught a glimpse of the scene ahead: two lines of people, straining on thick ropes, as a woman in lingerie and feathers pranced like a princess of hell before them. The ropes led upwards, where they were tied around the necks of two enormous metal figures. Lewis and Clark.  Tanner broke into a full sprint, shouldering bodies aside. He was almost there. Up ahead, rising from the chaos, was his stairway to the heavens. His legs trembled and his breath came in ragged sobs, but he couldn't slow down. Not when he was so close. He tore out of the crowd and into the comforting darkness of the spaces in between. His hysterical panic began to subside. One foot in front of the other. Keep running. They were going to make it. As he neared the tower a figure came into view at the base, looming from the shadows of the doorway, staring into the blackness beyond. A stocky, muscled figure wearing fatigues and a plate carrier. It couldn't be… “Blake! Blake, thank God.” Tears welled in Tanner's eyes as he reached his friend. Lauren was nowhere to be seen, but right now Tanner couldn't think about her. He had survived, and he had brought Katie through. His heartbeat was still frantic, but from exertion rather than fear. They were here. He, Katie, and Blake. Emotionally exhausted, physically spent, battered and terrified, but alive. They were going to be okay. He reached out to his friend. Blake turned—No, not Blake. A thick black beard engulfed the shadowy face, momentarily lit by the glowing ember of a huge cigar. The eyes were deep-set and dark, the skin weathered, wrinkled, brown. The face of an illegal alien.  Tanner's throat betrayed him. He squeaked, and nothing more would come out. His knees wobbled and threatened to give way, his feet froze in place. He wavered. He whimpered.  Puffing on the cigar, the alien took in his terrified face and the little girl slung over his shoulder. He gestured toward the doorway and blew out an enormous plume of smoke.  “Go, gringo.”  It was well past midnight when Katie ran into the side of a tent, fell on her bottom, and started crying. They had crossed the bridge, left the highway, and headed for the safety of the forest. Since then they had been wandering among the trees for hours, directionless, driven by fear, then by hope, then exhausted aimlessness. Tanner wasn't going anywhere except away from that park. He had briefly entertained the image of finding a group of militia, sitting around a fire, eating and laughing and, maybe, swapping stories with their old friend Blake. That was hours ago. Visions were fleeting in the fever dream of the forest. Since then, they had walked because they didn't know what else to do. Tanner stumbled over to Katie and collapsed beside her, holding her close and hushing her. He felt like crying too.  A flashlight clicked on inside the tent and a dreadlocked head poked out of the flap.  “Hey, there's someone here!” Rustling erupted from all around and more faces appeared. “Wasn't someone keeping watch?” “I thought you were.” “Doesn't matter, doesn't matter. Someone's crying.” “You folks okay?” Tanner and Katie were soon surrounded by a small group of people. He looked up at them. “Are you the militia?” “No, don't worry. You're safe here. We're friends.” “Although I guess we are a militia if you think about it. Sort of.”  “Shh, don't confuse the poor people. They're terrified.”  “Sorry. No, no militia. Someone get them a blanket and something to drink.” Minutes later, Tanner and Katie were wrapped in sleeping bags, sipping on hot cocoa. It was scalding and familiar and Tanner felt the tension of the past day fading, leaving bone-deep exhaustion in its place.  “Are you okay? What happened?” “Thank you. We were… we just need to sleep.”  “And you? What's your name? Are you alright?” Katie looked at her dad, then stared up from her tin mug. “I'm Katie. I'm scared.” “You're safe now. We'll help you. Look, we'll get you somewhere to sleep.” The first face they had seen rummaged around in a tent and brought out a bag. “Lucky we have a spare tent. I'll just put it up, won't be a second.” The tent was almost up by the time Tanner and Katie finished their drinks, and they got up and walked over, sleeping bags over their shoulders, holding hands. “Hey, thanks,” Tanner said. “I would have helped but I don't really know how. Never had much call for camping. I am, uh, was a lawyer,” he glanced around, “not criminal, uh… intellectual property. Copyright.”  “No problem, of course. Here, it's not hard. I'm just clipping the…” “This isn't the time for camping lessons, Jacob. Anyway, you'll scare the man, sharing information for free like that. They've been through enough already.”  “Sorry, yeah. Look, slide in. Take these sleeping mats. It'll do for tonight, I'll teach you tomorrow.”  Tanner and Katie squeezed into the tent, sleeping bags huddled together on the cold, hard ground, and slept. THE END **Inmn ** 1:03:01 Hello, and welcome to the show. Thank you so much for coming on today. Could you introduce yourself with your name, pronouns, and just a little bit about what you do in the world? **Matt ** 1:03:15 Yeah, hi, I'm Matt. He/him pronouns. And I'm a student again, after a really long time, actually, which is why I've just moved to where I'm living now. But I like to write, you know, mostly for me, and this is the first first thing I've published but I enjoy it. And yeah, I'm really grateful that you've taken an interest in it. **Inmn ** 1:03:37 Yeah, totally. I love the story. So we just listened to the second half of your story, Blood, Soil and Frozen TV Dinners and even though listeners just heard...just heard the whole story, I'm wondering if you could just kind of like walk us through the story in your--you know, from the mouth of the author--what is this story about? **Matt ** 1:04:01 So the story, for me, was about, to some extent, seeing yourself in some ways or, you know, people like you, through the eyes of...through the eyes of someone else, I guess, someone who's very different and might see things in a different way. So I always find it interesting to play with different perspectives or different characters instead of telling the story from a heroic perspective or something. And I wondered what a pathway to a better world might look like from someone who didn't necessarily want that to happen. So we have these, you know, preppers who--call them you want, right-wing conservatives, something like this--and what they might think, given the knowledge that they receive about the world, what they might think is happening when something happens that a lot of the rest of us might want. **Inmn ** 1:05:00 Yeah, totally. I really like how you put that. What was it, like, "a better world that they don't necessarily want?" [both laugh] Okay, well, how did this, how did this story kind of...like how did it come to be? What inspiration did you kind of draw from to craft this situation or these like personalities from Tanner and Blake or Earl Swanson? 1:05:35 Yeah, the story itself, there was a discussion last Halloween, I believe it was, on Coffee With Comrades, there was a interview with Pearson and Margaret Killjoy, talking about the discussion of the monster in literature, which is where I first took the idea that they were talking about seeing yourself as the monster in this idea and sometimes reveling in that or perhaps enjoying it. And that was where the first idea came from. And then the most specific layout of the story or main theme, I guess, was, I was doing something on the US Tax Office website. And there's this whole section for aliens, right, if you're an alien in the U.S., these are the tax rules you need to follow. And I just thought it was a funny word. You know, I'd seen it on Fox News or something before but it just struck me as really weird in such an official position. Yeah, and I just was playing with the ideas of this and, you know, I like thinking about utopias and things. And this is where the like the main shape of the story had come from, just the idea of seeing the monster, seeing the alien from there. And then specific characters, I mean, some of them are just kind of people that I've met, you know, Tanner and Blake, specifically, and I think Earl Swanson's character, I mean--I don't know it's possibly libelous--but we can probably figure out who that's meant to be, right? I think it's reasonably obvious. **Inmn ** 1:07:09 Totally, totally. Yeah. Yeah. No, that's super interesting. Yeah, it's funny, I was rereading the story today to prepare for this interview and I realized that the first time that I was reading it, because of this perspective of the.... I'm like, okay, I know, these are some, you know, at least center-right, far-right preppers and they're using the word "alien" and I don't actually know what they mean by this, which was, you know, maybe a purposeful being vague about it, but I was like, I don't know if they think that it's, you know, illegal aliens or undocumented  migrants or whatever or if they mean, like, literal from outer space aliens. And, yeah, I was like, I don't know what they mean by what they're talking about. And maybe they don't either.   1:08:20 This was part of the conceit, right, was setting it up like it's a pretend big reveal, I think, that it's a twist in the story that at some point gets revealed, but that's not really the point. It's not really meant to be a big trick or something like this, you know? I think in discussions in the editing, we talked about in the first page or so when they speaking Arabic, and it's reasonably obvious to anyone that knows Arabic who these people are, you know, it's not hidden, but this was the idea, that they may have meant illegal alien all along, was, you know, the way they we're using the term, but that they weren't necessarily drawing so much of a distinction between the two uses of the word alien, that in their minds a, sort of, invasion by one was the same as the invasion by the other to some extent. **Inmn ** 1:09:10 Yeah, which, you know, I actually really love that from the perspective of.... It's like maybe an interesting twist. I didn't listen to that interview with Pearson and Margaret, so I'm not sure what they talked about, but there's this kind of idea in a lot of spaces that I've been part of,you know, when people talk about things like assimilation or something, especially in queer spaces, of like, "We have to seem harmless to them. We have to seem innocent. We have to seem like we just want to be part of the group," you know, and then this other side that's like, "No, we want to be unknowable. We are claiming the monstrosity that they are putting on us," and I'm like, yeah, we're fucking.... I don't know, anarchists are kind of aliens, like, in an entirely other way of thinking, you know? 1:10:09 Yeah, and just considering some social norms is completely irrelevant or harmful or repressive and other things that other people would consider, perhaps, violent or something seem completely okay to other people. There is a complete sort of alienation of perspective from broader society, I think. And yeah, it is, there's a tension between sometimes wanting to go unnoticed, or, as you say, like assimilate, and even, for me, walking around, you know, sometimes you want to look like an anarchist and sometimes you don't. It's an interesting dynamic, I guess, that you can switch sometimes day-to-day. **Inmn ** 1:10:54 Yeah, yeah. Have you read much of--you know, love talking about this person on the show--have you read much of Ursula Le Guin's Hainish Cycle? 1:11:08 I've read only "The Dispossessed" and "The Left Hand of Darkness".  **Inmn ** 1:11:16 Great examples. I think "The Left Hand of Darkness," kind of brings out this idea of where the reader is going to maybe most identify with the alien, or whatever, in "The Left Hand of Darkness" being not the not the Gethens--or I don't remember what they're called. But then it's like, the more that we're reading the book... or there's some times where I'm this alien or, you know, our perspective person just doesn't understand this culture. And that's really painful. And then there are other times when I'm like, I don't know, maybe the alien's perspectives on the world are far more dissimilar to what a normal person on like our planet Earth would think, because they're advocating for a better world that is very alien to people on this planet. Does that make sense? **Matt ** 1:12:24 Yeah, I mean, in "The Dispossessed," I think it's the same dynamic with Shevak coming back to Earth and presenting the perspective, both ways that it seems incredibly alien to him and then the other way around to everyone else that's there, to the general culture there. Yeah. I think it's an interesting literary device to present the outsider point of view, I think, which I mean, is quite the opposite of what I did in this story, I presented the more mainstream point of view, I guess, but from the circles that we're in, it's funny to see from the outside what that looks like. **Inmn ** 1:13:02 Yeah, yeah, I had this very silly idea once for...I don't know if it was gonna be a short story or what but kind of, using that "alien" trope or like "Stranger in a Strange Land" trope as a way to talk to my parents about anarchism or about radical queer spheres. **Matt ** 1:13:27 Yeah, I mean, that's about as alien as it can get for a lot of people's parents, right. **Inmn ** 1:13:31 Totally. But just as some funny little zine that's like an introduction to the punk house, you know? **Matt ** 1:13:44 Yeah, viewed as some sort of interesting zoo creatures. **Inmn ** 1:13:46 Yeah. I was wondering if you could talk a little bit about the kind of political renderings of Tanner and Blake or ,rather, their differences in how they perceive or interact with either preparedness or this new world that they're encountering? **Matt ** 1:14:14 Yeah, I think that Blake's character is a lot.... He knows what he's doing, right? It's a lot more intentional and more--I guess educated is maybe not quite the right word--but a lot more of an actually constructed ideology, whereas for Tanner it's very much received. He's not so keen, not so entirely sold on the idea or doesn't necessarily know the idea. It feels like it's like lost and failing a lot of the time and I think that's why I found him a much more interesting character because that's how I feel a lot of people that I know and talk to and family members and friends and things or friends of people I know get pulled into a lot of these, you know, reactionary ideologies is kind of by accident a lot of the time, right? Because it's what's presented and what they're drawn into by someone who has a lot more investment in it than they do. And they just kind of bumble into it almost by accident. Yeah. **Inmn ** 1:15:20 Because it's what they're seeing on TV. People who are deeper into that philosophy are like.... It's like the people that they're around who are their own little echo chambers of, "Oh, okay, there's this thing happening. Not sure how I feel about it. But I'm being like, fed this perspective on it." **Matt ** 1:15:46 Yeah, and a lot of the social or interpersonal issues that draw people in as well, I think. I tried to make it seem relatively obvious that Tanner is envious of Blake in a lot of ways, right? He is, you know, hotter than him and he is cooler than him and he knows more than him and he's always trying to, like, live up to this ideal that he has just completely interpersonally with no politics or anything in it. And he just wants to live up to what he thinks Blake wants him to be, which it turns out, is a bad thing. I mean, I'm not trying to excuse Tanner's character too much here. But yeah, I think this is what's really dangerous a lot of the time actually, for people who don't necessarily have a fully formed belief in all of these philosophical systems or something that then puts them on the wrong side not by...not necessarily out of evil intention. **Inmn ** 1:16:54 Yeah. No, that's very true. And it's interesting talking about not excusing Tanner's character too much, but as I was reading the story I found myself like, not necessarily rooting for Tanner and Bl

Fluent Fiction - Catalan: The Spicy Challenge: A Memorable Night in Barcelona Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.org/the-spicy-challenge-a-memorable-night-in-barcelona Story Transcript:Ca: El sol estava a punt de posar-se sobre Barcelona, amb el Montjuïc a l'horitzó, quan Anna, Marc i Laura van decidir anar a sopar fora.En: The sun was about to set over Barcelona, with Montjuïc on the horizon, when Anna, Marc, and Laura decided to go out for dinner.Ca: Era un capvespre caldeig, i les estrelles començaven a brillar en una dansa erràtica sobre la ciutat.En: It was a warm evening, and the stars began to twinkle in an erratic dance over the city.Ca: Hi havia una expectativa vibrant en l'aire.En: There was a vibrant anticipation in the air.Ca: Marc cuida la navegació, Laura amb la reserva feta online, i Anna, la protagonista inesperada, decideix el menjar.En: Marc took care of the navigation, Laura had made the online reservation, and Anna, the unexpected protagonist, decided on the food.Ca: S'asseuen en un restaurant tailandès a les Rambles, on l'olor a llimona, coriandre i coco omple l'aire.En: They sat in a Thai restaurant on Las Ramblas, where the scent of lemon, coriander, and coconut filled the air.Ca: Anna, decidida a provar alguna cosa diferent, demana la sopa de pollastre tailandesa «Tom Yum», sense saber que és un plat notòriament picant.En: Anna, determined to try something different, ordered the Thai chicken soup, "Tom Yum," without knowing that it was notoriously spicy.Ca: En arribar el plat, Anna dóna la primera mossegada, ignorant la força de l'espècia que conté aquest plat.En: When the dish arrived, Anna took her first bite, unaware of the strength of the spices in the dish.Ca: La primer fermallada li arriba com un cop.En: The first bite hit her like a punch.Ca: Els seus anys són apujats per un torrent de picades de foc, fent que els seus ulls es posin vermells i comenci a suar.En: Her senses were overloaded by a torrent of fiery bites, causing her eyes to turn red and sweat to break out.Ca: Marc i Laura, que desconeixien el grau de picante del plat d'Anna, veuen sorpresos la reacció d'Anna.En: Marc and Laura, unaware of the spiciness of Anna's dish, watched in surprise at Anna's reaction.Ca: Intenten no riure, però no poden amagar els seus somriures.En: They tried not to laugh, but couldn't hide their smiles.Ca: Observant aquesta escena, la camarera s'adona del malentès i s'apropa amb un got d'aigua gran, pero Anna amb el cap alt, decidida, li diu: "No, no.En: Observing the scene, the waitress realized the misunderstanding and approached with a large glass of water, but Anna, holding her head high, determinedly said, "No, no.Ca: Estic bé".En: I'm fine."Ca: Anna es va esforçar per continuar menjar-se el plat, malgrat la calor creixent a la boca.En: Anna struggled to continue eating the dish, despite the growing heat in her mouth.Ca: Durant tota la vetllada, Marc i Laura intenten reprimir les seves rialles mentre Anna esbatana amb valentia el plat picant.En: Throughout the evening, Marc and Laura tried to suppress their laughter as Anna bravely battled the spicy dish.Ca: Tota la situació esdevé una mena d'actuació còmica que anima la nit.En: The whole situation became a kind of comedic performance that enlivened the night.Ca: Al final, Anna aconsegueix acabar el seu plat a base de valentia i orgull.En: In the end, Anna managed to finish her dish with bravery and pride.Ca: Tot i que el seu orgull ha estat picat una mica, tots tres riuen junts, celebrant la seva façana enfront del desafitament picant.En: Although her pride had been slightly pricked, all three of them laughed together, celebrating her facade in the face of the spicy challenge.Ca: Aquesta nit picant a Barcelona es recordarà no pel plat d'Anna, sinó pel valent esforç que va fer per menjar-se'l mentre Marc i Laura miraven i intentaven no riure.En: This spicy night in Barcelona will be remembered not for Anna's dish, but for the brave effort she made to eat it while Marc and Laura watched and tried not to laugh.Ca: La seva vetllada acaba al Plaça Reial, amb còctels fresquets que ajuden a refredar el foc a la boca d'Anna.En: Their evening ended at Plaça Reial, with refreshing cocktails to cool down the fire in Anna's mouth.Ca: La nit finalitza amb una foto dels tres, amb Anna al centre, amb cara vermella però amb un somriure de triomfador.En: The night concluded with a photo of the three of them, with Anna in the center, her face red but wearing a triumphant smile.Ca: Aquesta nit serà una història que tots recordaran, una vetllada divertida a Barcelona, la ciutat que mai dorm.En: This night will be a story that everyone will remember, a fun evening in Barcelona, the city that never sleeps. Vocabulary Words:The sun: El solBarcelona: BarcelonaMontjuïc: Montjuïchorizon: horitzóAnna: AnnaMarc: MarcLaura: Lauradinner: soparwarm: caldeigstars: estrellestwinkle: brillarerratic: erràticadance: dansavibrant: vibrantanticipation: expectativaair: airenavigation: navegacióonline: reserva feta onlinereservation: reservaunexpected: inesperatprotagonist: protagonistafood: menjarThai: Tailandèsrestaurant: restaurantscent: olorlemon: llimonacoriander: coriandrecoconut: cocofilled: ompledetermined: determinada

Boy, do we have something special for all of you TrikePatrol fans! For this interview, we have Lucky Starr, Clara Trinity, and Gia Dibella on set with Tom Yum. Before they shot this epic TP scene, they did a little interview. Here everyone shares their ties to their Filipino roots and their career in the adult industry. For argument's sake, this is something unique and different here on TP, but in a good way. After 17 years, we have definitely been seeing some new and interesting content on TP, and this scene here definitely proves it. This exclusive TrikePatrol does drop this Friday, so if you enjoy this on-set interview, then we're sure that you will love the hardcore action. Also, don't forget to check out this interview video on our YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/@trikepatrolOFFICIAL/featured If you enjoy our content, don't forget to like, share, and subscribe to our YouTube channel and follow us on all of our social media accounts! We appreciate all the support!

We hope everyone is ready for the long weekend! If you have some extra time on your hands, we highly recommend checking out all of our sites and enjoying 50% off! With that being said, Mr. C talks about what's happening all around the GlobeTwatter network, I must say, there's been so much good content dropping at all the sites! What has us really excited is the upcoming interview and exclusive TrikePatrol episode starring Tom Yum, Lucky Starr, Gia Dibella, and Clara Trinity! So, be on the lookout for that as it drops next week! We hope everyone enjoys this podcast special and we hope everyone has a nice Labor Day weekend.

The Cabin is presented by the Wisconsin Counties Association and this week we're featuring Lincoln County; https://bit.ly/3rTq2YPThe Cabin is also presented by Jolly Good Soda, available in all your classic favorite flavors that we remember from childhood. The diet line offers 0 calories, 0 carbs, 0 sugars, and no caffeine – perfect for mixers or just enjoying on a warm summer day (or any day, for that matter); always Wisconsin-based, you can follow @jollygoodsoda on social for the latest on new flavors, fun promotions, and more. Learn more here; https://bit.ly/3TSFYY4   Campfire Conversation: Eric and Ana welcome frequent collaborator Apurba Banerjee back into The Cabin for a second look at “Worldwide Cuisine in Wisconsin.” Sure, we love our cheese, brats, and beer but sometimes you want to experience something less common and more exotic. We head across the state to find places you can enjoy dishes from around the world. We highlight southeast Asia a fair amount in this conversation, so Apurba does a little analysis on the differences in, for example, Korean cuisine vs. Thai vs. Lao, especially with their use of spices. Eric, Ana, and Apurba then dive into a variety of locations where you can experience Filipino Lumpia, Korean BBQ, Pho (watch how you pronounce it!), Tom Yum and Tom Kai Soup, Momo, and more southeast Asian dishes. We also discuss African dishes such as Sambua, Josef rice, peanut stew, fufu (a pounded yam), spicy beef eugusi, and more; Indian and Himalayan dishes from Smoke Tandoori Chicken and Lamb Chops to achaar, Biryani dishes, Dal, Chickpea Masala, and more.We also touch on South America with emerging Peruvian and Venezuelan cuisine becoming increasingly popular across Wisconsin. Plus, a little shout-out to Polish food with a pierogi place on the peninsula - of Door. Where you can get these fantastic foods? We share it with you in “World Cuisine in Wisconsin, Part 2,” this week's episode of The Cabin!Inside SponsorsGroup Health Trust:  https://bit.ly/3JMizCX    NAMIWalks: https://www.namiwalks.org/index.cfm?fuseaction=donordrive.event&eventID=1358

Perhaps my Dream is asking me to clear my slate and drink lots of fluids? In all cases happy to share a recipe I made yesterday of clear broth soup Tom Yum style …

Yuna is an internationally acclaimed R&B pop star, born and raised in Malaysia. But after a decade of living in LA, and missing her mother's homemade nasi lemak and banana leaf rice, she and her husband finally succumbed to learning to cook the Malaysian dishes they miss most! Award-winning London chef and cookbook author Mandy Yi says it's common to eat six meals a day in Malaysia, and walks us through a day of meals, snacks, street food and night markets. Yuna talks about what it was like trying to get a record deal, as a Muslim woman who wears a hijab, and she shares a hilarious story about how a late night snack attack nearly got her into deep trouble with the Canadian government. Follow along on Instagram! Please subscribe to the *new* Your Last Meal newsletter so you can be the first to know about events, giveaways & content only available to subscribers! This episode is sponsored by:Ooni Pizza Ovens!Safe Catch tinned fish! Enter YOURLASTMEAL at checkout for 15% off!Pure Cravings cat food! Enter YOURLASTMEAL at checkout for 15% off!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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This week's podcast's hosts Ryan Reiss & Mehran Khaghani sit down with our awesome guest, comedian Moses Storm!

I'm so jealous, puts me in a funk, Whoa!!!, it's Spring, if it snows I have to…, tomato bed cleared, seedlings with 4 leaves, such a proud Mama, grow lights, aluminum foil, domes, eucalyptus seeds up, wood chuck groundhog, squirrel brains, 9000 nuts, pruning roses, band-aids, Neosporin, bugging Forrest, hoses, faucet dividers, timers, Tika, Emily Post, Flora, sharpening stone, Felcos, Clorox wipes, garden basket, bucket, crocuses still blooming, daffodils, saucer magnolia, growth is fascinating, it feels like home, photos, 5 minute chores, shaking it, weeds, clover and thyme, chicks, swathes, colchicums, bulbs, peonies, skunk, Oh my God, lilies, golf balls, dahlias, Swan Island Dahlias, gentle gentle, tags, chicken fajita, Tom Yum soup, bye.

Joint SubCommittee Meeting #17: Tom Yum Pizza, Spotify Year In Review, and sandwiches.Another older episode we recorded at the end of 2021, meant to be the follow up to the pizza episode. I promise we'll be back to new episodes soon.In this episode we talk about eating the Tom Yum pizza Sisi Kay Thai, my first experience eating Moto Pizza, our Spotify Wrapped for 2021, and sandwiches. We also get kind of goofy high smoking Obama Runtz from Green & GoldScotti Piffin from Tranquil ForestJSCM Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/jscm206/

TULSA'S TRADITIONAL THAI DININGMy guest today is Noot Jintaseranee. She is the owner of My Thai Kitchen on Harvard and E. 31st Street. My Thai Kitchen specializes in traditional Thai noodles, curries, soups & salads served in a compact, colorful dining room.WHAT WE DISCUSSNoot and I discuss coming to the U.S. as a young child. She talks about the significance of growing up in a family of hard-working entrepreneurs. She shares about studying business at the University of Oklahoma. We hear about her parents having to shut down Thai Siam, their popular Thai food restaurant, due to health complications. She talks about taking a break from restaurant life to deal with her body pains and aches. You will hear about how she started My Thai Kitchen with her own money, being terrified for the first several years, Covid affecting sales and supply prices. At the end, she shares her most popular dishes including Pad Thai, Panang, Drunken Noodle, Tom Yum, and much more. Without further ado, this is Noot Jintaseranee of My Thai Kitchen. www.facebook.com/mythaikitchen#thisistulsa #tulsa #tulsaok #tulsapodcast #tulsabusiness #keepitlocal #travelok #tulsatalks #918 #keeptulsacreative #tulsalove #podcastSupport the show (https://www.buymeacoffee.com/thisistulsa)

San Diego's Asian food scene is thriving, and we're not just talking about egg rolls and orange chicken. @Judeethefoodee is here and she's going to take us on an Asian food tour of San Diego. From Korean barbecue to Taiwanese Hot Pot....from wagyu sushi to Tom Yum spaghetti....we're going ALL IN on San Diego's best Asian food! @judeethefoodee

We recorded this episode early! We can only assume that there have been no developments in our stories. Which are, this week... Coronas: Vaccines from the EU are delayed, or maybe they're not? (Definitely no developments on this one... nope...) Positivity Corner: Landlords are selling off their houses now that it's mandatory to ensure houses have, for example, doors  First Nations: Another tragic piece of cultural genocide as the Kooyang rock formation was destroyed by a farmer  UFU: Van Badham has many sock puppets (again, more developments on this story? nah, couldn't be) as does Andrew Laming  Blessed Take/Blurst Take: Blessed take goes to Jacqueline Maley for dunking on Scott Morrison - Blurst Take goes to Australian men ages 18-34, for not dunking on Scott Morrison.   SPOTW: Goes to Hill for his Two Toms meme, plus we have a little bit of info about some anti-Nazi raids by the AFP this week  Fashy Australia: Peter Dutton sues twitter users for defamation  Mains: More info about the proposed changes to the NDIS and the sneaky stuff the government is doing to downplay them  And you'll just have to listen to the end for our Pupdate! Support the show financially at www.patreon.com/AuspolSnackpod  Send us emails or a recording of yourself talking at contact@auspolsnackpod.com 

Shout out to Daniel B. for this Patreon pick! Remember back in 2014 when John Wick went on a killing spree because his dog was killed? Well back in 2005, Tony Jaa went on a killing spree because his daddy's elephant got killed! Who are the real killers here though? Would it be the thugs who kidnapped and killed the elephant or the American editors who BUTCHERED this edit of the film? YOU be the judge. All Our Links - https://linktr.ee/homevideohustlepodcast Support The Show - https://www.patreon.com/homevideohustle Get HVH Merch - https://www.teepublic.com/user/hvhpodcast Music By: Trade Voorhees - http://tradevoorhees.com/ Promo: Good Nightmare Podcast - https://goodnightmare.libsyn.com/ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

It's the other Tony Jaa masterpiece featuring a whole lot of stair-climbing and tendon-snapping. It's Tom Yum Goong, a.k.a. The Protector, a.k.a. Warrior King, a.k.a. Thai Dragon, a.k.a. Honor of the Dragon, a.k.a. Revenge of the Warrior. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

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Gemini Jackson and the Loud Table interpretate odd news from across the universe. Dude Allegedly Spends $8,000 of Honeymoon Money On a Gaming PC Music teacher convicted of giving girls semen-tainted flutes. He's going to prison Abbreviation CR Man bites seagull after it tried to steal his McDonald's food Washington Redskins Are Having Issues Changing Their Name Likely Due To Man Trademarking Over 40 Potential Names Rare 'Super Mario Bros.' Game Sells for Whopping $114,000 USD White Castle becomes the first fast food chain to test out the robot fry cook, Flippy, from Miso Robotics Grant Imahara, Host of 'MythBusters' and 'White Rabbit Project,' Dies at 49 Wayfair conspiracy theory Lego made a 2,600-piece replica of playing Mario on the NES Burger King's latest sustainability effort: reduce cow farts Tom Yum soup Foxtrot's assistant brings him a sprouted potato Apple, Elon Musk, Kanye West, and other accounts tweeted a bitcoin scam in giant Twitter hack Teens are dressing up as mask-wearing grandmas to try to score alcohol Bear Spotted Training With Nun-Chucks! Texas Man's Alleged Use of PPP Funds for Crypto Instead of BBQ Has Feds Asking ‘Where's the Beef?' Vantablack? Meh. Meet the Ultra-Black Vantafish

If you are feeling under the weather and you need some tasty soups to clear those blocked nasal passages, Surviving Thailand 101 is here to recommend the legendary soups to try besides your average curries and Tom Yum Goongs See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

A young fighter named Kham must go to Australia to retrieve his stolen elephant. With the help of a Thai-born Australian detective, Kham must take on all comers, including a gang led by an evil woman and her two deadly bodyguards.

You too can learn Thai. Episode 20 (www.youtoocanlearnthai.com / youtoocanlearnthai@gmail.com) ** Timestamp & Sentences ** Capital letters at the end of each syllable indicate tones. [00:54] Revision[05:17] A: ขอซื้อคูปอง 200 บาทครับ khaawR seuuH khuuM bpaawngM 200 baatL khrapH “Can I buy coupons for 200 Baht?” B: ได้ค่ะ 200 บาทใช่ไหมคะ daiF khaF 200 chaiF maiR khaH “Yes. 200 Baht, right?” A: ครับ เอ ขอโทษนะครับ khrapH aehM khaawR tho:htF naH khrapH “Yes. Oh well, excuse me.” คูปองนี้แลกคืนได้ไหมครับ khuuM bpaawngM neeH laaekF kheuunM daiF maiR khrapH “Can these coupons be refunded?” B: แลกคืนไม่ได้นะคะ laaekF kheuunM maiF daiF naH khaH “No, they cannot be refunded.” A: อ๋อ ครับ งั้นแลก 150 บาทครับ aawR khrapH nganH laaekF 150 baatL khrapH “I see. I will get 150 Baht then.” B: ได้ค่ะ นี่ค่ะ daiF khaF neeF khaF “No problem. Here they are.” คูปอง 150 บาท แล้วก็เงินทอน 50 บาท khuuM bpaawngM 150 laaeoH gaawF ngernM thaawnM 50 baatL “150 Baht of coupons and 50 Baht of changes” [08:38] A: พี่คะ ข้าวไข่เจียวจานละเท่าไหร่คะ pheeF khaH khaaoF khaiL jiaaoM jaanM laH thaoF raiL khaH “Excuse me, how much is the omelet on rice?” B: จานละ 40 บาทค่ะ jaanM laH 40 baatL khaF “40 Baht per plate.” A: อ๋อ ค่ะ งั้นเอาข้าวไข่เจียวหนึ่งจานค่ะ aawR khaF nganH aoM khaaoF khaiL jiaaoM neungL jaanM khaF “Oh, I see. One plate of omelet on rice, please.” จ่าย(เงิน)ตอนนี้หรือว่าจ่ายทีหลังคะ jaaiL (ngernM) dtaawnM neeH reuuR waaF jaaiL theeM langR khaH “Do I pay now or later?” B: จ่ายตอนนี้ค่ะ jaaiL dtaawnM neeH khaF “Please pay now.” A: ค่ะ นี่การ์ดค่ะ khaF neeF gaadH khaF “Ok, here is the card.” เอ ขอโทษนะคะ aehM khaawR tho:htF naH khaH “Mmm, excuse me.” ตอนนี้เหลือเงินกี่บาทคะ dtaawnM neeH leuuaR ngernM geeL baatL khaH “How much money is left in the card now?” B: เหลือ 60 บาทค่ะ leuuaR 60 baatL khaF “You now have 60 Baht.” A: ขอบคุณค่ะ khaawpL khoonM khaF “Thank you.” เอ แล้วต้มยำล่ะคะ aehM laaeoH dtohmF yamM laF khaH “And how about Tom Yum soup?” ชามละเท่าไหร่คะ chaamM laH thaoF raiL khaH “How much is it?” B: ต้มยำกุ้ง 60 บาท dtohmF yamM goongF 60 baatL “Tom Yum with shrimp is 60 Baht.” ต้มยำไก่ 50 บาทค่ะ dtohmF yamM gaiL 50 baatL khaF “Tom Yum with chicken is 50 Baht.” A: อ๋อ งั้นเอาต้มยำกุ้งหนึ่งชามค่ะ aawR nganH aoM dtohmF yamM goongF neungL chaamM khaF “I see. One bowl of Tom Yum with shrimp, please.” B: ได้ค่ะ ต้มยำกุ้ง 60 บาท daiF khaF dtohmF yamM goongF 60 baatL “No problem. Tom Yum with shrimp is 60 Baht.” ตอนนี้การ์ดไม่เหลือเงินแล้วนะคะ dtaawnM neeH gaadH maiF leuuaR ngernM laaeoH naH khaH “Now there is no money left in your card.”

025 - Thai the Knot Show Notes Late but worth the wait, Linc and Andrew talk about their latest voyage as international men of leisure. This time, they went all the way to Thailand to celebrate the wedding of their friend and first podcast guest Stefan (Episode 3). While they didn’t say much about the wedding, they did touch on: Good eats, bad beats: Tom Yum soup, thai iced tea, khoi soi, fresh seafood, and authentic local eats were some of the highlights. But the lads had some hilarious eating mishaps along the way Highlights from the trip including: the friendly Thai people, the temples, muay thai, the Grand Palace, and the Elephant Sanctuary Over the baggage limit: the change in mindset for group travelling in our 20s vs.our 30s Let’s talk: the growing university mental health crisis, student suicides, the pressure on international students, and getting support/professional help Follow Us: Follow @LADS_Unfiltered on Twitter for information related to our episodesFind out more at https://lads-unfiltered.pinecast.coThis podcast is powered by Pinecast.

Join in for a conversation with Jason Li, one of the Co-Founders of TomYum Design. As Jason puts it Tom Yum is a design partnership that is working its way to become a product design agency. Jason is a fellow accounting alum from the University of Waterloo but unlike many in our program, like myself, he did not pursue the accountant's path. He had initially intended to but he started listening to his heart and pursued product design after graduating. Many of my fellow business friends think a transition to a designer without an artistic or technical background is not possible but Jason has done it. We talk about how he built up a portfolio, what he had in the portfolio, his experience working at Thanx, a Sequoia backed startup, and his experience coming back to Toronto and building a design agency. If you're an aspiring designer this is definitely the chat for you but even if you are not (like me) this will continue to be a fun and eye-opening conversation to breaking into the field of product design so I hope you enjoy my chat with Jason Li.

You too can learn Thai. Episode 1 In this episode, I challenge listeners with a listening practice on a topic of food. Suitable for those who have learned Thai core structures and common words about food. (www.youtoocanlearnthai.com / youtoocanlearnthai@gmail.com) ** Tip ** Use the time stamp to navigate to each segment of the podcast. For example, [01:15] = 1 minute and 15 second. ** Sentences ** Thai transcription provided by thai-language.com. Capital letters at the end of each syllable indicate tones. [01:15] ฉันชอบอาหารไทยมาก chanR chaawpF aaM haanR thaiM maakF “I like Thai food very much” คุณชอบอาหารไทยไหม khoonM chaawpF aaM haanR thaiM maiR “Do you like Thai food?” คุณกินเผ็ดได้ไหม khoonM ginM phetL daiF maiR “Can you eat spicy food?” ฉันอยากสั่งต้มยำกุ้ง chanR yaakL sangL dtohmF yamM goongF “I want to order the Tom Yum soup with shrimp.” คุณอยากสั่งอะไร khoonM yaakL sangL aL raiM “What would you like to order?” [05:08] ผมชอบอาหารไทย แต่ไม่กินเผ็ด phohmR chaawpF aaM haanR thaiM dtaaeL maiF ginM phetL “I like Thai food but I don’t eat spicy food.” ผมสั่งข้าวผัดหมูก็แล้วกัน phohmR sangL khaaoF phatL muuR gaawF laaeoH ganM “I will order stir-fried rice with pork then.” ข้าวผัดหมูไม่เผ็ด แล้วก็อร่อย khaaoF phatL muuR maiF phetL laaeoH gaawF aL raawyL “Stir-fried rice with pork is not spicy and it’s tasty.” คุณอยากดื่มน้ำอะไร khoonM yaakL deuumL naamH aL raiM “What kind of drink would you like?” อะไรก็ได้ครับ aL raiM gaawF daiF khrapH “Anything will do.” [10:07] อาหารที่นี่อร่อยจริง ๆ aaM haanR theeF neeF aL raawyL jingM jingM “The food here is really tasty.” อยากสั่งขนมไหม yaakL sangL khaL nohmR maiR “Would you like to order desserts?” เค้กที่นี่อร่อยนะ แล้วก็ไม่แพง khekH theeF neeF aL raawyL naH laaeoH gaawF maiF phaaengM “The cakes here are tasty and they are not expensive.” ขอบคุณครับ แต่ผมอิ่มมาก khaawpL khoonM khrapH dtaaeL phohmR imL maakF “Thank you, but I am full up.” เก็บเงินด้วยค่ะ gepL ngernM duayF khaF “Check please.” “Bill please.” ** Contact ** Write or send your voice clip to: youtoocanlearnthai@gmail.com. Questions, comments, ideas for future episodes are all welcome. ** You may also like ** Episode 2: Thai listening practice (level 2, food topic)

Our review of Global Belly's Tom Yum Soup Pantry Kit. Buy: https://buy.kadsreview.com/gbtomyum

Today I'm chatting about the frustrations that our families can cause for us, especially around the holiday times and what we can do about it. Then I slipped on a "real recipe radio" segment where I am chatting about making my favorite soup in the world (at this moment), a Thai inspired Tom Yum soup and I want you to hear about this soup because it's fantastic. The episode ends with a call in from someone with some great advice. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/youenjoylife0/support

The Pints welcome Alex Luchun into the studios and he convinces them that Orlando is, in fact, a college town. Plus, they enjoy their final beer from Tomoka Brewing!

This week, we’re kicking it up a notch with the 2005 Thai action flick The Protector (original name: Tom Yum Goong), starring Asian action sensation Tony Jaa! Jaa plays Kham, the last member of a tribe of elephant protectors, who must brave the big city of Sydney, Australia to rescue a pair of elephants that were cruelly stolen from him by the mob that controls an exotic food restaurant named Tom Yum Goong. The plot’s extremely thin and drags on way too long, but the real highlights of the film are Tony Jaa’s intricately choreographed fight scenes – minute after minute of Jaa completely throwing his body into visceral, brilliant fight choreography. It may be a bit of weirdness sitting through the poorly-written dialogue and paper thin characters to get to them, but boy, are they worth it. Luckily, we’ve got some drinking rules and a custom cocktail to tide you over until the next time Tony Jaa launches himself at someone!