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In today's Now & Ben drop, Ben sits down with Chris Sanders—director of the Oscar-nominated animation ‘The Wild Robot'. With a stellar career behind the drawing board that's taken him from Disney to DreamWorks, he's the man behind ‘How To Train Your Dragon', ‘The Croods' and ‘Lilo and Stich'—so Ben had plenty to quiz him on. ‘The Wild Robot' takes us on an unexpected adventure through nature with Roz, a human assistance robot who finds herself shipwrecked on an uninhabited island. Uninhabited, that is, by humans—but she soon discovers a host of animal companions, including an orphaned gosling who needs her help. Becoming the adopted mother of this strange creature is a challenge that her programming hasn't prepared her for. Ben & Chris chat about the film's beautiful blend of hand-drawn and CG animation, why movie robots can teach us so much about being human, and what it's like to be beloved to a generation of Disney kids as the voice of Stitch. Listen out for more of Ben's conversations with cinema's most exciting creative talents dropping into the feed every ‘Now and Ben'… Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Step back in time this Friday with Vintage Classic Radio's holiday edition of "Friday Night Noir," featuring two captivating tales of suspense and mystery perfect for the festive season. Our night begins with "The Whistler" in the chilling episode "Christmas Bonus," originally aired on December 21, 1952. In this gripping story, an unexpected holiday bonus becomes the catalyst for a dark plot of deceit and danger, leaving listeners on the edge of their seats. The episode stars Bill Forman as the ominous Whistler, with supporting performances by Marvin Miller, Betty Lou Gerson, and William Conrad, who bring this thrilling narrative to life. Following "The Whistler," we delve into the eerie world of "Lights Out" with the episode "Uninhabited," also known as "Christmas Story 1918," which first aired on December 22, 1937. This haunting tale set during the bleak backdrop of World War I, explores the supernatural occurrences faced by two soldiers stranded in a deserted house on Christmas Eve. The chilling atmosphere is masterfully crafted by Arch Oboler's storytelling, with performances by Frank Martin as the narrator and Bill Johnstone and Charles Seel playing the beleaguered soldiers, delivering a spine-tingling experience that embodies the spirit of holiday ghost stories. Join us for these classic radio dramas that promise to add a touch of noir to your holiday cheer. Tune in to Vintage Classic Radio this Friday night and immerse yourself in the suspenseful, shadowy corners of "Friday Night Noir."

A new MP3 sermon from Grace and Truth Church Cincinnati is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: The Uninhabited Earth Subtitle: Genesis - Groundwork of Grace Speaker: Steve Ham Broadcaster: Grace and Truth Church Cincinnati Event: Sunday Service Date: 8/18/2024 Bible: Genesis 1:6-19 Length: 49 min.

A new MP3 sermon from Grace and Truth Church Cincinnati is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: The Uninhabited Earth Subtitle: Genesis - Groundwork of Grace Speaker: Steve Ham Broadcaster: Grace and Truth Church Cincinnati Event: Sunday Service Date: 8/18/2024 Bible: Genesis 1:6-19 Length: 49 min.

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Leah's work stands out for its unique approach to art, serving as a symbolic map reflecting the human experience and the impact of humanity on our environment. With a keen focus on the diminishing glaciers, she draws parallel narratives between shrinking natural resources, artifacts, and the evolving human condition. Our conversation delved into the intricate connections she weaves, mapping the contours of a changing world and echoing the shifts within ourselves. Download a free digital copy of The Bureau of Queer Art in English or Español at ArtGalleryStudios.com.Subscribe to our Podcast on Apple, Spotify, Google, or iHeart! Support our diverse community with your likes, shares, comments, and subscriptions. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/micheal-swank/message

There are spacious places in the world, where outcrops of woodland can be heard singing together in strong winter gales. Upland places. Uninhabited places. Naturally exposed, where the upper reaches of the land meet with the sky.  Singing, to trees, does not involve what we have as vocal chords, or hitting the right note, or picking the right moment to come in. The wind is the conductor. The choir are the trees. The voices are the trunks, branches, twigs, and leaves. Basses. Tenors. Altos. Sopranos.  The physical form of each tree is complex and varied, in thickness, texture, shape, and give. The more slender the form, such as a twig, the more it gives. Each shapes the flow of the wind, in particular ways. Each creates vectors. Lattice patterned chords, invisible, made of nothing but turbulent, vibrating air. Take just one tree. One form, that sings with ten thousand different voices.     In a wide open landscape, where three audibly separate outcrops of trees can be heard all at once,  all catching and turning the wind into sound, a sense of three dimensional space can be heard, and felt. Heard, as vast banks of air move over wide expanses of ground. Felt, as deep dark rumbles. As rich brown surges. As delicate, detailed whisping textures. Rising. Falling. Rising. Blending, from one aural shape, into another.  * We made this recording at the end of December, leaving the Lento box alone and overnight, whilst up in the Peak District. We're really happy the Lento box was able to capture this sound scene so perfectly in the strong winds. 

The journalist and author Patrick Galbraith spent a week on the uninhabited island of Scarba, a speck on the map in the Inner Hebrides. In the course of his adventure, Patrick fished and foraged, walked and wondered, and went from moments of joy and beauty to pure misery. He came to the Country Life Podcast to tell us all about it, share some of the highs and lows, and explain what motivated him to give it a go in the first place. You can read Patrick's article about his time on Scarba on the Country Life website. You can find Patrick's book, In Search of One Last Song: Britain's Disappearing Birds and the People Trying to Save Them, from all good bookshops. Episode creditsHost: James FisherGuest: Patrick GalbraithProducer and editor: Toby Keel Music: JuliusHSpecial thanks: Adam Wilbourn Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Join Pastor Tammy as she takes us through a thought provoking sermon on the Wonderful Wilderness. The Bible describes the wilderness as:- Eremos: A place which is uninhabited (no people).  A place which is uncultivated (no crops).As Christians', we are used to our comforts. Even as followers of Jesus, we try to avoid “the desert”. We don't like when life gets hard, or barren, or lonely. The wilderness makes us feel isolated, so we do what we can to escape it.But what if instead of running, we asked God about His timing – when is the right time to move on? Is He trying to tell us something, what is the purpose of this wilderness season? Sometimes we try to run away from it but we should not rush this season - we should go through it with God at the center. 1.  THE WILDERNESS IS A PLACE OF SEPARATIONWhen we are in a desert we feel alone, separated. However, that's when we are separated from the world and should focus on God. God separated the Israelites from Egypt, from what they previously knew, from their slavery, their captors and sent them into the wilderness, and not straight into the Promised Land, why? In the wilderness the Israelites received: a new way to live based on worship, an intimacy with God which they had never known, and a new identity. This verse from the Song of Moses tells us of God's loving care of the Israelites in the wilderness:  “In a desert land He found him, in a barren and howling waste. He shielded him and cared for him; he guarded him as the apple of his eye.” Deuteronomy 32:10.    2. THE WILDERNESS IS A PLACE OF RESTORATION  In the book of 1 Kings 19:5 - 8, we see Elijah disheartened, burnt out, tired, however we also see God's miracles. We see God providing for him.From this verse we also see restoration. Restoration involves a miraculous provision for the present, for the next season. However, Elijah did not register the miracle when it happened and that's how we get when we are in the wilderness - we don't see God's provision. The wilderness may feel altogether normal, but there are miracles taking place around you, which are restoring you, which you may not be able to see, but you have to keep trusting and walking.  3.  THE WILDERNESS IS A PLACE OF PREPARATIONMoses was well-educated, however, he ended up in the wilderness tending to his father-in-law's sheep. Was he wasting his life away? For 40 years he did all that. Like many others in the bible, didn't God know Joseph's best years were wasting away in Egypt, that the Israelites needed to be freed and were suffering?So what is the purpose of the wilderness? Is it Punishment or Preparation?We need to remember that the wilderness was very significant in Moses's walk with God. This was the place where Moses had an encounter with God. What if he had walked away from the preparation? Moses spent 40 years walking the desert with sheep where he would walk a further 40 years with millions of people. So as believers we must not despise the wilderness of preparation, we must not abdicate from it, but we must adjust to it. 4.  THE WILDERNESS IS A PLACE OF REVELATIONWhen we reflect on Jesus's baptism, we see the acknowledgment of the love of the Father and the presence of the Holy Spirit, however, in the next after that we learn that in Mark 1V12 the Holy Spirit drove Him into the wilderness. That is where the devil tempted Him. he attacked Him on 3 things: His security, His self-worth and His significance. Matthew 4:1-11    - Security: Matthew 4:3  - Self-worth: Matthew 4:5                - Significance: Matthew 4:9             Those three things are what the devil attacks and tries to distort in us. However, God uses the wilderness to train us, to prepare us. The purpose of being led in the desert is to humble us and to test us in order to know what was in our heart. - Do we find our self-worth, security and significance in God or do we get them from the world? 5.  THE WILDERNESS IS A PLACE OF INVITATIONGod does not have a secret society of intimate friends. We are as intimate with God as we choose to be. It is our desire, our abiding, our purity that will determine the depth of our intimacy with Him. Intimacy is understanding that I may feel "hinged" or "unhinged." It is knowing that I must sit at the feet of Jesus, so that I can walk with integrity as His friend. It is experiencing the closeness of the Lord and at other times wondering if He is near. Essentially, intimacy is abandonment of ourselves to the Lord—abandonment born out of trust and an intense longing to know the living God. WHY THE WILDERNESS?Like many prophets in the Old Testament, John the Baptist not only preached his God-given message but his whole life as a parable, a symbolic picture of repentance and faith. It was an outward picture of the inner reality to which John called his people, a living parable of repentance and faith. So, our wilderness should be a picture of faith and trust. And just as John pointed not to himself but to Jesus who would come after him, the object of our faith ought to be in Christ alone. The WILDERNESS- is a Place of Separation- is a Place of Restoration- is a Place of Preparation- is a Place of Revelation- is a Place of Invitation Although the Wilderness seems UNINHABITED and UNCULTIVATED, from these stories we see that miracles happen in the wilderness. So, maybe it's time to see our Wilderness' differently. UNINHABITED: Instead of being alone, we can see it as a solitary place which is quiet and  free from disturbance. Although solitary, we should see it as a place where God richly grants His presence and provision for those seeking Him. UNCULTIVATED: Although dry, the wilderness is not completely barren. Instead of a place of unproductivity to the eye, we can see it as a place where here and there, in clefts and on hillsides, we can find a patch of corn, a clump of olives, a single palm. In the wilderness there is life and sustenance, even if it's just hard to see.Finally, the Hebrew word for the desert is MIDBAR. Because there are no vowels in Hebrew, the letters that spell it out are M-D-B-R. Coincidentally, this is also how you spell another Hebrew word, MEDABER – to speak. So let your wilderness be a place where God speaks.MIDBAR = M-D-B-R = DESERTMEDABER = M-D-B-R = TO SPEAK 

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Imagine you were standing in knee-deep water on the shore of a small island, watching your ship and only salvation slowly disappearing over the horizon. And no matter how loud you screamed, and how desperately you cried out, there was no chance of it coming back. Now imagine this island was remote, completely uninhabited, and in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Would you be able to survive? And if you were able to survive, how long do you think it'd take before you completely lost your sanity. This is the story of Alexander Selkirk and Mas a Tierra Island.Intro Theme by Swift Junaihttps://www.instagram.com/swiftjunai/?hl=enhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UC6hf5nMJ8s6LJJfFR4OQ3lghttps://open.spotify.com/artist/1PoG2b18MHocWZA8zQgWjOMusic:The End is Coming by CoAGhttps://www.youtube.com/@co.agmusic1823

Show Notes This week on Mobile Suit Breakdown: the climactic finale of Gundam 0083: Stardust Memory! Plus our long-promised discussion of the mobile suits, from the GP01 to the Neue Ziel, with all their flower imagery and character implications. What a ride it's been! Mobile Suit Breakdown is written, recorded, and produced within Lenapehoking, the ancestral and unceded homeland of the Lenape, or Delaware, people. Before European settlers forced them to move west, the Lenape lived in New York City, New Jersey, and portions of New York State, Pennsylvania, Delaware, and Connecticut. Lenapehoking is still the homeland of the Lenape diaspora, which includes communities living in Oklahoma, Wisconsin, and Ontario. You can learn more about Lenapehoking, the Lenape people, and ongoing efforts to honor the relationship between the land and indigenous peoples by visiting the websites of the Delaware Tribe and the Manhattan-based Lenape Center. Listeners in the Americas and Oceania can learn more about the indigenous people of your area at https://native-land.ca/. We would like to thank The Lenape Center for guiding us in creating this living land acknowledgment. You can subscribe to Mobile Suit Breakdown for free! on fine Podcast services everywhere and on YouTube, visit our website GundamPodcast.com, follow us on Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook, or email your questions, comments, and complaints to gundampodcast@gmail.com. Mobile Suit Breakdown wouldn't exist without the support of our fans and Patrons! You can join our Patreon to support the podcast and enjoy bonus episodes, extra out-takes, behind-the-scenes photos and video, MSB gear, and much more! The intro music is WASP by Misha Dioxin, and the outro is Long Way Home by Spinning Ratio, both licensed under Creative Commons CC BY 4.0 licenses. The recap music is “80's Synth Rock (Guitar Improvisation)” by Zombie-Fish. This week on Mobile Suit Breakdown: the climactic finale of Gundam 0083: Stardust Memory! Plus our long-promised discussion of the mobile suits, from the GP01 to the Neue Ziel, with all their flower imagery and character implications. What a ride it's been!All music used in the podcast has been edited to fit the text. Mobile Suit Breakdown provides critical commentary and is protected by the Fair Use clause of the United States Copyright law. Gundam content is copyright and/or trademark of Sunrise Inc., Bandai, Sotsu Agency, or its original creator. Mobile Suit Breakdown is in no way affiliated with or endorsed by Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu, or any of their subsidiaries, employees, or associates and makes no claim to own Gundam or any of the copyrights or trademarks related to it. Copyrighted content used in Mobile Suit Breakdown is used in accordance with the Fair Use clause of the United States Copyright law. Any queries should be directed to gundampodcast@gmail.comRead transcript

Uninhabited aircraft rule this week's Air Power Podcast, powered by GE Aerospace. Vago and J.J. are joined by Mike Shortsleeve, vice president for strategy and business development at General Atomics Aeronautical Systems and a former UAV unit commander, to look at the future of UAVs. And Mark Montgomery comes by to dissect DoD's big new munitions procurement plans. Plus this week's headlines in airpower. It's all kinds of bang for your podcast buck!

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Please SHARE this episode with someone who loves old time radio shows like you do! And get FREE full-length pulp audiobooks, pulp eBooks, and old-time radio shows by emailing WeirdDarkness@RadioArchives.com!IN THIS EPISODE: From Christmastime, 1937 – it's Lights Out with the story, “Uninhabited”.SOURCES AND ESSENTIAL WEB LINKS…The stories in this episode were provided by http://RadioArchives.com Weird Darkness Retro Radio theme by Storyblocks.= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = ="I have come into the world as a light, so that no one who believes in me should stay in darkness." — John 12:46Find out how to escape eternal darkness at https://weirddarkness.com/eternaldarkness WeirdDarkness® - is a production and trademark of Marlar House Productions. Copyright, Weird Darkness, 2023.

Episode Summary: In episode 113 of the Aerospace Advantage, Insider Perspective: Innovating and Building Next Gen CCA, John “Slick” Baum chats with Robert “Otis” Winkler from KRATOS Defense about what it's like to design, develop, and field a next generation UAV, what the Air Force now calls Collaborative Combat Aircraft (CCA). Uninhabited aircraft have been a fixture in the U.S. airpower arsenal for over two decades. However, evolving operational demand, paired with new technologies, is rapidly changing the scale and scope of these aircraft. We heard from government leaders on this topic last week. This episode looks at the other half of the equation by exploring this topic through an industry lens. Credits: Host: Lt Col (Ret.) John “Slick” Baum, Senior Fellow, The Mitchell Institute for Aerospace Studies Producer: Shane Thin Executive Producer: Douglas Birkey Guest: Robert "Otis" Winkler, Vice President, Corporate Development and National Security Programs, KRATOS Defense Guest: Doug Birkey, Executive Director, The Mitchell Institute Links: Subscribe to our Youtube Channel: https://bit.ly/3GbA5Of Website: https://mitchellaerospacepower.org/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/MitchellStudies Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Mitchell.Institute.Aerospace LinkedIn: https://bit.ly/3nzBisb Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/mitchellstudies/ #MitchellStudies #AerospaceAdvantage #uav #cca #drone #kratos Thank you for your continued support!

Lights Out, originally broadcast December 22, 1937, 85 years ago, Uninhabited (Christmas Story 1918). A Christmas story, set during the war in 1918. A French soldier, an Australian and an American Negro soldier find themselves aboard a railroad train. Have they met before? Are they wise men? Also Fibber McGee and Molly, originally broadcast December 22, 1955, 67 years ago, The Forgotten Card. Fibber and Molly break into Doc Gamble's apartment to sneak their Christmas card into Doc's mail. It seems they forgot to mail it. Visit my web page - http://www.classicradio.streamWe receive no revenue from YouTube. If you enjoy our shows, listen via the links on our web page or if you're so inclined, Buy me a coffee! https://www.buymeacoffee.com/wyattcoxelAHeard on almost 100 radio stations from coast to coast. Classic Radio Theater features great radio programs that warmed the hearts of millions for the better part of the 20th century. Host Wyatt Cox brings the best of radio classics back to life with both the passion of a long-time (as in more than half a century) fan and the heart of a forty-year newsman. But more than just “playing the hits”, Wyatt supplements the first hour of each day's show with historical information on the day and date in history including audio that takes you back to World War II, Korea, and Vietnam. FDR, Eisenhower, JFK, Reagan, Carter, Nixon, LBJ. It's a true slice of life from not just radio's past, but America's past.Wyatt produces 21 hours a week of freshly minted Classic Radio Theater presentations each week, and each day's broadcast is timely and entertaining!

A tale about a Christmas from the last war. That means World War 1. A train comes to a halt at a railroad station in France. Both Austrailian and French…

Chris and Jan encourage us all to explore the great outdoors, but every once in a while their adventures take them really off the beaten path. This week on A for Adventure, Chris tells us about his trip to St. Paul Island, a place that's being considered for wildlife protection.

As you likely know, Scoped Exposure celebrates five years since Spencer first started filming shows. In this marathon of an episode, we look at those five years and some milestone moments that took a guy and his camera from local shows in Calgary to festival stages across North America. Tracks played:1. Dying Wish - "Fragments of a Bitter Memory"2. Withdrawal - "Pray As Lamb; Lamb As Prey"3. False Body - "No Home"4. Terror - "Stick Tight"5. Swing Low - "Death Tax"6. I AM - "Surrender To The Blade" 7. Inclination - "Uninhabited"8. Respire - "To Our Dear Friends"

Welcome to Episode 69. We have two games and a band for you. The Games: OMNO Oxenfree The Band: Periphery "Feed the Ground" Intro Song "Letting Go" by Emerge Title Art by Devious.Pixel Internet Presence Preamble by Brandon Little Sweet Jams: "ONMO" This track and more can be found on the ONMO OST. "Beacon Beach" This track and more can be found on the Oxenfree OST. The Internet: Lock Stock Store Action! The Movie Podcast Blake's Story "They Come This Night" Patreon Twitter Discord Twitch Facebook Instagram Reddit Spotify Playlist 2smokingcontrollers@gmail.com The End --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/twosmokingcontrollers/support

Choice Classic Radio presents to you Lights Out,  which aired from 1934 to 1947.  Today we bring to you the episode titled "Uninhabited (Christmas Story - 1918).” We hope you enjoy the show! Please consider supporting our show by becoming a patron at http://choiceclassicradio.com

Join Patricia and me as we talk about Belize, a small country in Central America with a lot of adventures.  As in Costa Rica, the activities and exploration happens along the coast as well as inland, and we suggest both for your trip to Belize.  We talk about the marine life you will see while snorkeling or scuba diving – manta rays, sharks, turtles, and even manatees.   When you venture inland you'll be rewarded with ancient caves, Mayan ruins, and jungle adventures.  We'll share our favorite luxury accommodations ranging from beachfront resorts to jungle lodges to catamaran charters.   Visit truvaytravel.com/49 for a video of today's show and additional resources.

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Lights Out, originally broadcast December 22, 1937, 84 years ago, Uninhabited, a Christmas Story 1918. A Christmas story, set during the war in 1918. A French soldier, an Australian and an American Negro soldier find themselves aboard a railroad train. Have they met before? Are they wise men? Also Calling All Detectives starring Paul Barnes, who does all the voices. Originally broadcast December 24, 1948, 73 years ago, Jerry Browning dresses up as Santa Claus, but so do 5 other guys...one of whom is a pickpocket!

Christmas Plenty this week and next on Skywave Audio Theater! 12/25/2021 Gunsmoke "Christmas Story" 12/20/1952 12/18/2021 The Great Gildersleeve "Christmas Gift for Fibber McGee" 12/21/1941 12/18/2001 Lux Radio Theater "Miracle on 34th Street" 12/22/1947 12/18/2021 Lights Out! "Uninhabited" 12/22/1937 12/18/2021 The Weird Circle "The Warning" 12/17/1944 --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/norman-gilliland/support

A tale about a Christmas from the last war. That means World War 1. A train comes to a halt at a railroad station in France. Both Austrailian and French…

Such a delicious heart-opening conversation with Arion Light, there is so much to enjoy in this episode, 1. How to listen to the current and let it flow through you. 2. One to have one foot in the beauty and one in the brutal. 3. Receiving. 4. What union is and what it isn't. 5. Generosity in business and the currency of that. …. What it means to be a Warrior for love and how to create from that space. About Arion Light Warriors of Love. He is no novice to Darkness, Only he sees it as Light, Or the same thing to be more accurate, He is a Warrior for Love, Unafraid to fight for it, Be with it, Honour it, And make love to it. Only he doesn't see it as a fight, He sees it as unbridled potential, Uninhabited state of consciousness and ecstasy, Nothing we need to find, seek or chase, But something we allow, surrender to and open up to… He is on a mission for Love to teach Warrior how to remember they are love and how they create from love. He is a little bit delish, And a lotta wise, humble and strength. We welcome Arion Light to show. https://www.facebook.com/groups/arionlight

Teekay Merah has lived all around the world and as a result of this he speaks 7 languages! This episode listen to him speak about self development and his time living on an uninhabited island in the Seychelles. https://anchor.fm/claritywithteekay (https://anchor.fm/claritywithteekay) New Episodes every Monday! www.stringcastmedia.com  

Lachlan Milne believes that finding a connection and building a friendship with the director of a film is the key to making great art. Growing up in Adelaide, Australia, Lachlan had a clear idea of what he wanted to do from an early age, since his father was a director and his mother was an editor. He got his foot in the door as an assistant prop master, but knew his calling was in the camera department. At first he was barely scraping by from job to job before getting more established as a cinematographer on small movies such as Uninhabited and Not Suitable for Children. His big breakout movie was 2016's Hunt for the Wilderpeople with director Taika Waititi. Lachlan soon found a niche on challenging but fun supernatural movies such as Little Monsters, Martha the Monster, and Love and Monsters (coming soon to the U.S.) and then began work on the hit series, Stranger Things. Working on a big budget show like Stranger Things was weird for Lachlan, who was used to making do on small budget movies. Stranger Things has the luxury of shooting on a stage, and everything is a built set, with walls and ceilings that could be removed for ease of shooting and lighting. The crew was even able to customize and control all the neon and lighting in Episode 8- The Battle of Starcourt to make the entire mall flicker on demand. On his latest film, Minari, Lachlan and director Lee Isaac Chung decided the film needed to be one camera, that the pacing should be languid, simply and naturalistically shot. Lachlan feels that having a low budget actually worked to Minari's advantage, because the best version of the movie was a film that relied more on capturing the performances rather than big showy shots. He favors holding out for a closeup until it's emotionally warranted rather than doing it just for the sake of having closeups. Minari was a great opportunity for Lachlan to move back into shooting simple indie films. He and Isaac spent time together carefully shotlisting all the scenes. One of the most challenging aspects of shooting Minari was scenes in the trailer the family lives in. They used an actual trailer, and it was hard to cram sometimes up to 15 people into it, with no air conditioning and a limited range for camera motion and angles. Lachlan Milne is currently shooting season four of Stranger Things. You can watch Minari in theaters and streaming on VOD beginning February 26. Find Lachlan Milne: https://info509786.wixsite.com/lachlanmilne Instagram: @lachlanmilne Find out even more about this episode, with extensive show notes and links: http://camnoir.com/ep113/ Sponsored by Hot Rod Cameras: www.hotrodcameras.com Aputure: https://www.aputure.com/ Website: www.camnoir.com Facebook: @cinepod Instagram: @thecinepod Twitter: @ShortEndz

The Flannan Isles, sometimes referred to as the 7 Hunters, are a tiny group of islands on the outside of the Outer Hebrides – a string of islands in the North of Scotland. Uninhabited, hilly and rocky, covered only by grass … people generally had little to do with these islands. For centuries Shepherds would use the islands to store sheep away from poachers. They themselves never stayed overnight – folklore warned of malevolent spirits on the islands. The lighthouse keepers were another case entirely. What happened to the lighthouse keepers of Eilean Mor?This week we go way back to the early days of the blog. Written in January 2019, directly to the Facebook page, this is the second ever Tale of History and Imagination.You can read the episode here. If you enjoyed this episode please leave us a like, follow the page. Please help the channel grow by sharing with just one person. I post a new episode every fortnight, Wednesday night New Zealand time. Tales of History and Imagination are on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and run a weekly Wordpress Blog. About the Author: Simone Whitlow is a musician, songwriter, academic and former Mastermind contestant from New Zealand. Transgender, she uses she/her pronouns. Simone is an avid collector of strange tales from history and other ephemera.

The Flannan Isles, sometimes referred to as the 7 Hunters, are a tiny group of islands in the Outer Hebrides – a string of islands in the North of Scotland. Uninhabited, hilly and rocky, covered only by grass … people kept well clear of these, allegedly haunted isles. In 1899 a lighthouse was build on the island. Just what happened to the three lighthouse keepers? The blog post of the episode is here. Support the show on Patreon for just $2 a month and get access to exclusive content.     Please leave us a like and review. The best way you can help support the show is to share an episode with a friend - Creative works grow best by word of mouth. I post episodes fortnightly, Wednesdays. We're on Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest.     Music, writing, narration, mixing all yours truly. For more information on Simone click here. 

Lights Out 37-12-22 (071) Uninhabited (Christmas Story - 1918)

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In this episode, we hear more from Niels Henriksen, emeritus senior scientist at the Geological Survey of Denmark and Greenland, about geological mapping in the most inaccessible part of Greenland – north Greenland – in the mid to late 1970s.

This episode looks at the idea of Canada and the Americas being uninhabited prior to the coming of European settlers, and the problems I have with this idea.Harry Turtledove's A Different Flesh is covered as being one of the most well-known explorations of this idea.Opening Theme: "Another Place" by Score SquadOutro: From "Oh Canaduh" by Nomeansno, covering the SubhumansFor now, you can reach me at:Email: counterfactualcanuck@gmail.comTwitter: @CounterfactualCWikipedia should not be used as a source:https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Different_Fleshhttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/QuaternaryPrinted material:Harry Turtledove - A Different Flesh

A young George is so preoccupied by his home-made short-wave radio that he doesn't see what jerks his friends are as they dare him to go to a nearby island to confirm the rumors that a monster living on it killed people. The friends abandon George on the island who soon discovers that the frickin' scary screeching sound he heard on his radio is actually coming from the island. And that water snakes who bite you are also jerks. George finds an encampment and soon runs into the source of the screeching noise, a strange Iron Giant slash broke Mandelorian robot thingy. Soon rescued and back home, George receives his robot arm and hand and sees how people react differently to it -- and to him. Some are in wonder while others just wonder if he's a robot. Karla reveals to her son that her late husband, Russ, had created this robot machine but realized that people would not accept it. So he sent it off in a boat to live by itself on the island. George returns to the island to make amends and to leave something behind. Hosted by Loren Kling and Kevin Allen with special guest Lauren D. Martin (background costume coordinator). Follow us on http://www.Twitter.com/AfterBuzzTV "Like" Us on http://www.Facebook.com/AfterBuzzTV For more After Shows for your favorite TV shows and the latest news in TV, Film, and exclusive celebrity interviews, visit http://www.AfterBuzzTV.com --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Uninhabited houses in a small town in Italy are being sold for €1. The town, called Sambuca, is known for its picturesque landscape. It features a view of the volcano Mount Etna, a number of hiking trails, and vast vineyards [VIN-yerds]. Because of its beauty, the town was dubbed as an “Earthly Paradise.” Despite its charm, many residents have left the town to look for greener pastures in bigger cities. To lure people into the town, the local government decided to sell houses for a very low price. Once buyers pay the €1-charge, local officials can easily hand the houses over to the buyers. However, the officials noted that the houses need major renovations. If buyers decide to purchase a house, they have to spend at least €15,000 in renovations, and they need to complete the house improvements within three years. Buyers also need to pay a security deposit of €5,000, which will be returned once the renovations are done. Although the cost of refurbishing may seem much, Sambuca Deputy Mayor Giuseppe Cacioppo [juu-SEP-ee kah-CHOH-poh] said that living in an “Earthly Paradise” is worth it. Many people seem to agree since the town has gotten 38,000 inquiries in January. Kathleen Peddicord, founder of Live and Invest Overseas, a website that gives advice to those who want to live and invest abroad, said that life in Sambuca will be very simple and quiet. Hence, she advised buyers to have a plan on how to keep themselves occupied as there will be limited activities to do aside from renovating and gardening.

Three soldiers of different nationalities party on a train on a Christmas Day after their tour of duty. An event involving three wise men similarly happened 2000 years ago. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/iloveoldtimeradio/message

EP214: After Red embarrasses himself Doug decides to shutdown the show and present an old classic radio episode of Lights Out called The Uninhabited! Three servicemen are in a train compartment on Christmas night after long battles in WWI. Seeing a bright star in the night sky, they all succumb to a dream in which they are three old men on a journey through the desert to witness a holy birth.

R-ACT Live! | 2014 Annual Holiday Radio Show - Three Wise Men & A Child Is Born   ABOUT THIS EPISODE On episode 6 of the TSVP RAdio Theater Podcast, we present R-ACT’s 2014 Annual Holiday Radio Show, Three Men & A Child Is Born, performed live at the Merrick Art Gallery in New Brighton, Pennsylvania. Cast and crew: Shantih Bianco, Eric McAnallen, Suzanne Weber, Conrad Bianco, Nick Ellefson, Steve Walsh, Leanne Condron (director), Mark Greg Murdoch, Janet Lynn Hutchinson, Tom Boyce, Valerie Ann, Bill Bruce, Rosanne Castronovo Robinson (host). Live sound, recording, and performance editing by The Social Voice Project. THREE MEN Narrator/Announcer: Steve Walsh; Ballantine (Australian Soldier): Conrad Bianco; Gascoigne (French Soldier): Eric McAnallen; Melvin (American Soldier): Mark Murdoch; Stationmaster: Tom Boyce; Shepherd: Steve Walsh Physician: Nick Ellefson Three Men (a.k.a., Uninhabited or Christmas Story 1918), by Wyllis Cooper. Originally aired 1935. A tale about a Christmas from the last war. That means World War 1. A train comes to a halt at a railroad station in France. Both Austrailian and French soldiers go on leave for the holidays. They compare notes on the similarities of each other’s armies, and the common experiences they have faced. They are joined by a American troop who is black. The three diverse troops enjoy moments of solidarity and marvel at the far reaches they had come from to be in this place together. In the post war days, the three carry souvenirs in their packs, and marvel at the stars. They turn in and dream as the train rushes through the night. Their deja vu at meeting before is explained as we peek into their dream of three other travellers who were bearing gifts, and following the star. A dramatization of the legend of the three wisemen ensues. Legend, because little is known about the wise men from scripture, and nearly all of the tale here is from tradition that surrounds their part in the Christmas story. As the wise men find the Christ child, the three soldiers awaken and compare notes about the dream they all seemed to have had. A CHILD IS BORN Narrator/Announcer: Rosanne Robinson; Innkeeper: Tom Boyce; Innkeeper’s Wife: Shantih Bianco; Sarah: Valerie Boyce; Leah: Janet Hutchinson; Soldier: Nick Ellefson; Prefect: Mark Murdoch; Joseph: Steve Walsh; Shepherd: Nick Ellefson; Dismas: Eric McAnallen; King: Eric McAnallen A Child is Born, by Stephen Vincent Benet. Originally aired 1942. A poetic Christmas drama in one act as part of the anthology radio program Cavalcade of America. Starred Alfred Lunt and Lynn Fontanne, later on television with Gene Lockhart and Fay Bainter. Written in rhyming verse, the play relates the story of the birth of Christ through the eyes of an innkeeper and his wife. The drama was presented on television many times during the Golden Age of Television, on such anthologies as Actors Studio, Lux Video Theatre, General Electric Theater, and Kraft Television Theatre. Not seen on American television since 1956. This episode was recorded live on December 6, 2014 at Merrick Art Gallery, New Brighton, Pennsylvania. Audiography: Kevin Farkas/The Social Voice Project. Host: Rosanne Castronovo Robinson.  Featuring cast and crew: Shantih Bianco, Eric McAnallen, Suzanne Weber, Conrad Bianco, Nick Ellefson, Steve Walsh, Leanne Condron (director), Mark Greg Murdoch, Janet Lynn Hutchinson, Tom Boyce, Valerie Ann, Bill Bruce.  ABOUT THE PODCAST TSVP’s Radio Theater Podcast presents classic, contemporary, and original imaginative audio productions, including recorded, staged, and live streamed performances before live audiences.  In addition to showcasing performances, the podcast is dedicated to promoting and celebrating the craft of local theater.  In 2018, The Social Voice Project partnered with the Merrick Art Gallery and the Rochester Area Heritage Society to bring three radio-styled audio performances to Beaver County.      

In this episode, we'll look at the first few verses of Genesis 1, paying particular attention to "how" the creation is described and the role that the Spirit plays in bringing order to it. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/Unbinding-the-Bible/support

Al and Brantley make fun of movies based only on their strange descriptions. This week's movies hail from the terrible continent of Australia! They include, The Cars that Ate Paris, Uninhabited, and Red Billabong. 

RAW Series - Uncooked, Unpolished, Uninhabited

RAW Series - Uncooked, Unpolished, Uninhabited

RAW Series - Uncooked, Unpolished, Uninhabited

RAW Series - Uncooked, Unpolished, Uninhabited

RAW Series - Uncooked, Unpolished, Uninhabited

RAW Series - Uncooked, Unpolished, Uninhabited

Episode 41 is part of the Spring 2017 issue! Read ahead by picking up your copy here: http://www.glittership.com/buy/     A Spell to Signal Home by A.C. Buchanan     “Ash.” The voice is at once close beside me and yet muted, as if the sound is being filtered through a dream or a long stretch of time, a universe drawn out like an endless vibration of music. I can taste the sweetness of blood in my mouth, but no syllables emerge and my body feels heavy and soft. “Ash.” Beyond the voice are the sounds of a living planet. It’s hard to pinpoint how the noise of life and the noise of machines differ, when one can so easily mimic the other and both contain so much variety, the boundaries between them blurred, but it’s unmistakable. This is no barren outpost, no hub of spinning metal; this is a result of millions of years of evolution, web-like ecosystems tangling into one another. It will differ from all others and yet on another level it will be the same as all others, interlocking chains of consumption and relation and habitat. “Ash, we’re going to need to get you out. Can you talk to us?”     Hello, welcome to GlitterShip Episode #41. This is your host Keffy and I'm super excited to be sharing this story with you. We have a poem and a GlitterShip original for you today. Our poem is "Songs of Love and Defense in the Dawn" by Hester J. Rook.   Hester J. Rook is an Australian writer and co-editor of Twisted Moon magazine, a magazine of speculative erotic poetry (twistedmoonmag.com). She has previous prose and poetry publications in Strange Horizons, Apex Magazine, Liminality Magazine, Strangelet and others. She's on Twittter @kitemonster and you can find her other work on her site http://hesterjrook.wordpress.com/.     Songs of Love and Defense in the Dawn by Hester J. Rook     I am bird song the whole of me, thrumful the nattering hiss of the seawind through my whispered bones. They seek to rewrite me call me raucous, unwieldy, liar, schemer, temptress until I am heavy (but weightless) like a pelican skimming belly over water. They speak as though their story can varnish them with righteousness despite the hurt they cause; rewrite our histories. But I am birdsong and ironbark; my words are warnings and heralds of the crisp                                                                      lipbitten dawn bright as the frosted wingtips of the black swans gliding through silver. I am birdsong and I am louder than the thunderstorm and softer than the gathering dusk on the hills fiercer than teeth in a kiss and unafraid I gather up my feathers and I shield.     Our original short story is "A Spell to Signal Home" by A.C. Buchanan. A.C. Buchanan lives just north of Wellington, Aotearoa New Zealand. They're the author of Liquid City and Bree’s Dinosaur and their short fiction has most recently been published in Unsung Stories, the Accessing the Future anthology from FutureFire.net and the Paper Road Press anthology At the Edge Fierce Family. They also co-chair LexiCon 2017 - The 38th New Zealand National Science Fiction and Fantasy Convention and edit the speculative fiction magazine Capricious. You can find them on twitter at @andicbuchanan or at www.acbuchanan.org.     A Spell to Signal Home by A.C. Buchanan     “Ash.” The voice is at once close beside me and yet muted, as if the sound is being filtered through a dream or a long stretch of time, a universe drawn out like an endless vibration of music. I can taste the sweetness of blood in my mouth, but no syllables emerge and my body feels heavy and soft. “Ash.” Beyond the voice are the sounds of a living planet. It’s hard to pinpoint how the noise of life and the noise of machines differ, when one can so easily mimic the other and both contain so much variety, the boundaries between them blurred, but it’s unmistakable. This is no barren outpost, no hub of spinning metal; this is a result of millions of years of evolution, web-like ecosystems tangling into one another. It will differ from all others and yet on another level it will be the same as all others, interlocking chains of consumption and relation and habitat. “Ash, we’re going to need to get you out. Can you talk to us?” I keep thinking that it’s important to answer, but each time the thought begins it’s pushed away into sucked up by the humid air. My mind drifts back, past the negotiations on Feronia station, through the twelve years of my blossoming diplomatic career, to Volturna, the ocean planet where I grew up, and the warm waters we splashed and played and relaxed in, and I think it might be my sister Francie’s voice calling me but I pull myself far enough into consciousness to realize that it’s too high-pitched, too alien… There are hands on my body, and words: don’t think anything’s broken, still breathing. I realize the air is breathable, which means we’re almost certainly on a terraformed planet, and yet there’s so much life, much more than is usually imported. I feel hands beneath me, my body being lifted, dragged, set down. There’s a bright light—sunlight—through my eyelids. Fragments of words come to me, words that I memorized long ago. A spell for safety in travel. But it’s in an older English than my native tongue, and so, so far away that I see only occasional words, faded ink on thick paper. I still don’t know what sandalwood is, and I think I need to stay awake, but I’m so tired…     When she was ten, Francie had edited the family spellbook, inserting “she or” and “her or” and “hers or” in blue ballpoint, her unsteady hand unused to holding a pen. I thought Dad would yell, even though he didn’t yell often, because the book was hundreds of years old and had come from Earth, but instead he turned the large pages one by one and said it was a fair point, and that it was at least a more useful amendment than the “tastes disgusting” comment written in cursive on at least two pages. Dad didn't really believe in spells, but the book was important enough to him that when our parents first came to Volturna he'd asked for an exemption on the dimensions (but not total volume, he'd never push it that far) permitted for cultural and religious items, family heirlooms. Mum brought a Bible from the Scottish arm of her family, and the korowai she graduated in, even though she didn't feel right taking it so far from her whanau, because her grandmother—approaching ninety at that point—insisted, saying she’d have her own children one day and they needed to be connected. We didn't quite know what that meant. Earth fascinated us, but in the same ways as tales of every other world fascinated us. Volturna was our home, and we knew its waters in an instinctive way our parents' Terra-born generation couldn't quite understand. And so on the day that Francie narrowly avoided being in trouble for her annotations, much like any other, we stripped off and yanked on our rashguards and shorts, a process we'd perfected through practice to a matter of seconds. Mine were in the wash so I was wearing my slightly-too-small spare set, lilac with a frill around the edge of the shirt. All Francie's pairs were black. In a few years I would be required to tell the doctors about how much I hated my body, and I'd rewrite this scene for them then, tell them I cried every time I had to change and was too ashamed to do so even in front of my sister.  The truth was that as long as people got most things about me right I could deal with my body. I'd never love it, but I could not think about it easily enough. “Go!” Francie yelled, and she yanked open the hatch and we dived out without hesitation, over the narrow platform, into the warm water around us. I ducked to wet my hair and then Francie did the same, hers chopped short and uneven. I envied it for a minute as mine smacked across my face. “Oy!” Dad's voice yelled at us from inside. “What have I told you about closing this thing after you?” We'd heard him alright, but if we were going to close it we'd have to walk onto the platform and down the first two steps before we could reach to close it. Waste of time. “Sorry, Dad. Could you throw me a hair tie?” “You kids will be the death of me.” But sure enough one dropped down into my outstretched hand before the hatch grated shut. We'd been in our new apartment a little over two years, moving because our parents had decided Francie and I should have our own rooms. It was on the edge of town and taking a few strokes out we could see it spread out before us; the buildings and walkways rising out of the waters that covered the planet. The flag the council had chosen, a blue circle ringed with white light against the black of space, fluttered from the higher structures. We had never seen land, and it was only when we opened the spellbook that we felt we might be missing out.     When I wake again there are drugs coursing through my veins and dampness seeping through my clothes. I open my eyes and see sunlight mottling through the trees above me. I remember being at a reception to mark the conclusion of negotiations regarding access to the route between Feronia Station and Auuue. The subject had been straightforward in itself, but was critical in its implications, setting the terms for future engagement between the Terran and Auuueen governments. So, having sealed a new treaty, we were feeling good. I’d had a key role in these negotiations, more than was typical for a third level diplomat, and it was hard not to take that as a sign that promotion was on the horizon. I had a glass in my hand and the sweet after-taste of spiced Auuueen seafood in my mouth, and was surely blessed that I’d not only secured a career that gave me the opportunity to travel the galaxies, meet high ranking people and hopefully effect some change for the better, but also one where the gown I wore—shimmering layers of deep-green over a blue-black underlay—was an utterly appropriate expense claim. I sit up and dizziness hits, nausea growing in me. I force myself to stay upright, pressing my knuckles firmly against the damp ground. There’s something rustling in the bushes to my right, birds flying overhead. My memories after the reception are brief and fragmented. I remember a distress call, drawing us out of FTL, being unable to get back to anything beyond light speed. “Cay?” I say, operating by guess work. My throat is dry. “I’ll be right with you.” His voice is behind me. I ease myself round, bit by bit, every muscle hurting. He’s tending to the injured leg of the ambassador, who seems, mercifully, to be otherwise unhurt. The only non-human on the shuttle, Cay’s wiry frame belies its near unbreakability. I shift my weight so I can balance, rub my eyes. “We crashed?” “Emergency landing. This shuttle is built for capitals and ambassadorial stations, not wilderness, which seems to be all this planet has.” Looking up I can see the blue sky, the gaping wound in the forest canopy we must have hurtled through. “Is… did everyone?” “Everyone’s alive, yes. Some injuries, but I think with treatment everyone will be okay. Getting out of here is going to be more of a problem. Don’t try and stand up—I put you on Combamex to speed up your healing time, but it will make you woozy for a while. Flashes of memory. “There’s a… this is classified information…” the ambassador had said, as we all stared in panic. She’d paused, briefly, grappling with the weight of disclosure even though all our lives were at stake. “There’s a planet… Silvanus. It’s a wildlife reserve, for species from Terra. Breathable atmosphere. Uninhabited, but it’s our only chance. We can be there in a week, two at the most.” Against Cay’s advice, I stand. Vertigo hits and I vomit, just a little, cling to a tree and manage to stay upright until it passes. Insects are buzzing all around, and the damaged shuttle is behind me. Just a few meters away the forest opens out into a clearing. The ground is covered with orange flowers, smelling of warmth, rising out of the soil to greet us.     “Marigold. Hematite. Elder. Rue. Tiger’s eye.” I list the unfamiliar ingredients, trying to picture, smell, taste such far away substances. “Tiger’s eye? Did they really use eyes from tigers?” “It’s a type of rock.” Francie was thirteen and could make me feel small without even trying. “What are cloves?” She wasn’t asking me. The device on her wrist responded near instantly. Terran spice, made from aromatic flower buds of a tree in the family Myrtaceae, Syzygium aromaticum. Native to the Maluku Islands in Indonesia. Francie threw her arms down in despair. “We’re never going to be able to find any of this stuff.” Mum had said I had to be patient with Francie when she got upset like this, that she was going through a confusing time, and that I’d understand soon enough. I understand confusion, I had wanted to say. I want the androgen blockers and I want to wear dresses and I’m not a boy, but I don’t think I’m the girl I’ve always told you I am either. But I didn’t say anything like that. Not to Mum and not to Francie. Not for a long time. I perched on an inflated cushion and looked at my sister. “You could just tell her you like her?” I suggested. Francie wailed. “I don’t think you could understand any less if you tried! I’m out of here!” We used to dive into the water to escape, but now Francie barricaded herself in her upstairs room. I put away the book, because we had to be very careful with it, grabbed the largest mug I could find and hit the strawberry setting on the milkshake maker, hoping that despite all my own confusion, I at least had a few years before I needed to be worrying about love potions.     We all gather in the clearing. I allow the Ambassador to lean on my shoulder as she walks. She’s short, as those who grew up constrained by Terran gravity usually are, but she cuts an imposing presence. Perhaps that’s why I find it so hard so use her name. Still, I admire her much more than I fear her. If anyone can get us home, I feel, it’s her, but her face is pale with shock and she says little. Aside from us, the group comprises two other diplomats, the pilots, a security guard and two guests flown by special arrangement between governments: Cay and an elderly human. Solomon, the pilot, his uniform crumpled and ripped on one sleeve, looks at the Ambassador, seeking her permission to lead this meeting. She accepts, gratefully, and he summarizes our current position. Our FTL drives are near completely destroyed—by what, he can’t tell, but there’s zero prospect of fixing them. Even if we could launch the shuttle, an unlikely prospect in itself, there are no stations or inhabited planets reachable on our support systems. He’s been trying to get a distress signal working, but no luck so far. He’ll keep trying. The good news, he continues, trying to keep us optimistic, is the breathable air, the hospitable climate, that we have three day’s supply of food and with our databanks intact there is no doubt we can find food on this world. We spend the day exploring the immediate area, administering medical treatment, working fruitlessly on sending a signal. The nine of us sleep, eventually, bunched together with spare clothes pulled over us like blankets. We try not to think about the future.     “What’s oregano?” Francie, now fifteen, had digitized the spellbook in response to Mum’s complaints about her getting her oily fingers all over it. Only I knew that at night she’d creep downstairs and pull it from the shelf, holding it in her arms as if it exuded some comfort. I’d mocked her, once, for being so attached to those archaic, impossible beliefs, and she’d cried and I’d never mentioned it again. “It’s a herb…” said Dad. “…for pizza,” said Mum, her eyes looking far away. Dad squinted, looked at the screen. I propped myself up on my hands to see what he was looking at A Spell to Prevent the Conception of Child. This was going to be good. Francie looked down and her skin, paler than mine, blushed bright red. “Oh, no no no,” she stumbled, pointing desperately at the lower part of the screen as I enjoyed every second. “This one. A Spell to Aid Understanding of Numbers. I have an exam next week.” “That’s kind of like cheating though, isn’t it?” I asked our parents. This day was getting even better. “But of course, Ash, you don’t believe in spells so it can’t make any difference to your sister’s results, can it now?” My mood deflated rapidly. It was fun while it lasted. Francie couldn’t be pregnant in any case though; she’d gotten her implant about the same time I got mine, though mine was larger—three circles under the skin of my upper arm, one releasing an androgen blocker, one for estrogen and one for progesterone. “So where do I get oregano from?” Francie insisted impatiently. “That’s not how spells work,” Dad replied. “There’s nothing special about oregano that helps you with maths. It’s about focusing your mind. You can use something else as long as it fits right for you. Why don’t you go for a swim and see if you feel drawn to something you could use instead?” “So what now?” Mum said when Francie had left. “She’s going to drag in a load of seaweed because she thinks it bears some resemblance to oregano? Well I hope you’re going to be the one cleaning it up.” Dad shrugged. “Yeah, I’ll do that. I’ll do a lot more than a bit of cleaning to get her through the next few weeks. If she’s out there in the water and the fresh air, maybe she’ll relax a bit. Staring at those numbers a thousandth time isn’t going to help her half as much as a break. These spells work sometimes, you know, just not how you’d expect.”     “Who would do this?” I ask the Ambassador. Cay has cut a tree-branch into a cane of sorts, and we’re walking out through the clearing in search of running water. “I thought the days of war were behind us.” She sighs. “I was running a list through my head all night. There are a few governments I think would like to kill us, a couple of separatist or nationalist factions that object to their governments’ treaties with us. But they didn’t just want to kill us. If they had they could have blown us up outright. But they drew us out and disabled our drives where they thought—because Silvanus is classified—there were no habitable planets. They didn’t just want us to die, they wanted us to die slowly.” My chest feels tight at the thought, even though the air is clear and full of oxygen. I hear a long howl in the distance. I hold up my wrist and it senses, reports back: Howler monkey (genus Alouatta monotypic in subfamily Alouattinae). It takes us more than an hour, with measurements and sheer instinct guiding us, to find water, but suddenly we’re beside a small but fast flowing stream, just narrow enough to jump. We smile at each other, perhaps our first smile on Silvanus. While the air is humid enough for us to condense sufficient drinking water, we still need to wash ourselves and clean our clothes. This find won’t solve all our problems, but it will help, and right now that counts for success. There’s something moving on the other side of the river. Something large. I’ve been trained on the use of arms, as everyone entering the diplomatic service is. I’ve never expected to use one outside a carefully controlled range. But before we set off, the guard handed me a stun gun, and now I draw it, awkwardly. It all happens at once; a snarl, a lunge towards us, huge and fast, across the stream. I fall backwards as I fire, rolling over on the rocks, panicked. It takes some time before I realize I’m safe. The Ambassador helps me to my feet. “Tigers,” she says, bitterly. “They seem so beautiful, don’t they? And yet…” I nod, still shaking. “Same with people. I don’t think whoever did this was after us, our government, our missions. I think they were after me.” “Who?” I shouldn’t be asking such a question, but at the same time I was almost killed too and might be stranded on this planet with weird animals forever, so I think I deserve some answers. “Someone I once loved.” The tiger lies motionless by the river. “You can’t trust everyone, Ash. Believe what you know.”     Francie left home to share a tiny apartment in New Venice with a friend, two hours away by boat. I took over her larger bedroom, packed everything she left behind into four small boxes. When I visited her she’d poured me wine and we’d eat fried rice from a little shop beneath her apartment. Afterwards I’d crash on an inflatable mattress in her kitchen and listen to the boats and the spray against the windows and the clinking of bottles. When I woke one morning she was already studying, even though it was a Saturday. There were no universities on Volturna yet, but she was in an amalgamated program with video-conferenced lectures, a practical engineering placement and three block courses a year from visiting lecturers. “Coffee?” she asked, considerate of my seventeen-year-old, early morning brain. I signaled yes, trying to unpick the disaster that was my hair. Dad called Volturnan coffee a hideous imitation and refused to touch it, but like most of our friends, Francie and I swilled it near constantly. “What are you studying?” I asked, looking over at her screen, caffeine in my hands at last. “Case study from Glar. You know that weird planet where the local life-forms change how everything operates, including all the buildings.” I did, vaguely. She showed me a picture. “Well it means that some things aren’t possible, but they can also do things like this…” “How does that even stay up?” The giant structure seemed to be almost floating in the air, anchored to the ground at just one small corner. Francie showed me a screen full of equations. I shrank in mock horror. “Magic,” I said. “I’m just going to believe that it’s magic.”     I hold my wrist beside plant after plant. About half it recognizes automatically; for others I have to input data: color, size of leaves, flowers. I’m building a list, edibles and poisons. This one is easy. Origanum vulgare, my device says. Colloquially known as oregano, a common species of Origanum, a genus of the mint family (Lamiaceae). Safe, edible herb for humans, although allergies are recorded. And I remember something in my personal data files, something I haven’t looked at in a long time. I sit on a fallen tree, bring up the projection of pages many hundreds of years old. A Spell to Send a Message Home And on it, Francie’s childish hand over the calligraphy. When a traveller wants to signal home SHE OR he must do the following… Snippets of Francie’s voice, so young, so far away: you have to call her “she”. She’s my SISTER! Francie’s edits weren’t just about her, I realize. She was defending me. When I was eighteen, I downed a half bottle of a terrible orange flavored liquor before I told her that maybe I wasn’t a woman and could she please say they, not she and then I cried on her balcony because I felt like I was backing down and like I’d been lying all my life, and she’d told me to come inside before I vomited on one of her neighbors’ heads as they walked out of their door and then I laughed and then I did vomit, bitter orange disgustingness over the balcony and into the water below. Francie threw me a towel and said that she loved me but not quite enough to clean up after me. Another memory, two years later: my family seeing me off to my first internship. I would not see Volturna—or any of them—for three years. Francie checking, one last time, that I had a copy of the spellbook in my data files. You need to be connected. It’s been nearly twenty years since I tried to cast a spell, but Francie once said it was in our blood, so perhaps that doesn’t matter. Here on Silvanus I find more than half of what I need. That which I cannot, which perhaps grows in cooler or warmer climes, I find alternatives for, following my father’s advice and looking up pictures, then letting myself be drawn to a flower or a rock. I project up the image again, weightless pages before me with the writing of generations. I use my finger as a stylus. SHE OR HE OR THEY OR SIE OR CO OR E OR OR OR OR OR OR OR… I finish my work. I close the book. And from the distance, from beyond the black of space and its spinning stations, through traffic routes and past more planets than I could ever remember, from Volturna’s deep waters and floating towns, my sister signals me home. END     “Songs of Love and Defense in the Dawn" is copyright Hester J. Rook 2017. “A Spell to Signal Home” is copyright A.C. Buchanan 2017. This recording is a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives license which means you can share it with anyone you’d like, but please don’t change or sell it. Our theme is “Aurora Borealis” by Bird Creek, available through the Google Audio Library. You can support GlitterShip by checking out our Patreon at patreon.com/keffy, subscribing to our feed, or by leaving reviews on iTunes. Thanks for listening, and I’ll be back soon with a reprint of "The Passing Bell" by Amy Griswold.

This week on Curmudgeon's Corner, Sam and Ivan talk about the Baseball shooting in Virginia and the related issues about the tone of our political discourse these days. Of course they can't forget the Trump scandal developments of the week too. In between they squeeze in some talk about healthcare, Puerto Rican statehood, the great butter shortage, and a few other things. But most importantly, a very rare but special gift from Ivan. Tune in to hear what it is!

Lachlan has worked on many short films over the years and early on worked on the documentary, The Away Game. Lachlan has also worked on the horror film Uninhabited, the comedy Not Suitable for Children, and the short films Woody and Twisted. More recently, Lachlan has worked on the critically acclaimed Hunt for the Wilderpeople, and the comedy Down Under.

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A showcase of music by Melbourne artist Peter Miller, including the world radio premiere of the soundtrack to "Uninhabited".

A showcase of music by Melbourne artist Peter Miller, including the world radio premiere of the soundtrack to "Uninhabited".

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Transcript -- Open University biologist David Robinson talks about his long relationship with the Galapagos Islands and explores some of the issues raised in the video tracks.

Open University biologist David Robinson talks about his long relationship with the Galapagos Islands and explores some of the issues raised in the video tracks.

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On the Galapagos, animals are unafraid of predators, so they're easy for scientists to observe

The research process involved in the study of marine iguanas and giant tortoises in the Galapagos.

Transcript -- The research process involved in the study of marine iguanas and giant tortoises in the Galapagos.