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En este episodio, hablamos con Melanio , periodista, activista, músico y hombre de familia; sobre su compromiso inquebrantable con la defensa de los derechos humanos en Venezuela. Nos contó sobre sus inicios en Urbe y Puma TV como periodista musical, su proceso de transformación personal tras cinco años de sobriedad, y cómo el amor por su país lo llevó a cambiar de rumbo hacia el activismo. Hablamos sobre libertad, lucha sin violencia y la fuerza que necesitan quienes deciden dedicar su vida a un propósito mayor.

Graduation Day.  Book 3 in 18 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels."You know nothing of what you speak of, Ishara, yet you now feel free to insult us," she simmered."Don't know, don't care. It was all before my time. I care about the 'here-and-now' as well as what we do in the future. What I am asking you is what concrete item or 'thing' can be provided to House Zorja to put this blood feud behind you. Name it and House Ishara will endeavor to procure it for you.""We are not merchants," Jana's eyes narrowed."No. I didn't imply you were. If you want new sandals for everyone in your House, I'll find you new sandals. If you want 100,000 acres of ranchland, I'll find you the land. Name it," I persisted."Our prestige cannot be bought," she 'explained'."No, but a blood feud with House Ishara can be avoided by making a request of us in the same way as expressing your desire to harm my daughter can be expressed by denying my offer," I hardened. "And 'fuck you very much' if you think I won't use every son, daughter, mother, aunt, and uncle of Ishara when I come gunning for House Zorja too.""You wouldn't dare bring outsiders into this," Klavdiya interjected."Why not? The offices of Ishara handed House Zorja the coup of the century ~ the capture of the People's Liberation Army Navy nuclear carrier. A member of House Zorja commanded that task, yet they did so by leading forces marshalled by House Ishara, outsider forces. You may wish to keep playing by old rules concerning who is and isn't part of a House, but I am not so constrained, sisters.""So Klavdiya, if House Meenakshi pursues its blood feud with House Zorja, House Ishara will gleefully join them in the pummeling. And we have Isharans in the 9 Clans, the Khanate and the Illuminati who will gladly help us out in slapping them around like the old-fashion curmudgeons they are showing themselves to be, or, House Zorja may request a gift from House Ishara and we will happily clear accounts between them and House Meenakshi in the name of our daughter, Parvati. Their choice.""You are still on the mats," Elsa reminded me. Sikia coiled protectively next to us."And you said something about a lesson being long overdue," Pamela smirked, "Kitten.""Cáel Ishara," Shawnee said in a soft voice, "perhaps it is germane to the argument: the fault of the blood feud rests with House Zorja, not House Meenakshi."I fell on my back, carrying Tad fi with me. She gasped out in surprise while remaining closely cuddled with me. Her right hand never left my lips."Why does no one tell me this shit?" I moaned."You are hard," Tad fi announced. "Are you ready to have more sex?" She was sounding upbeat about our prospects. She was also ignorant of our surroundings being deaf and blind to the mortal realm."Gossamer Wing," I created a pet name for the augur, "we are lying on the sparring mats of a large combat arena in the central Full-blooded training center for Havenstone with roughly 500 sisters in attendance (the audience had grown). While I am enticed by your scent, words, proximity and sweet memories of what we've shared, I'm probably going to be badly beaten up really soon for a terrific diplomatic snafu.""But then we can have sex?""Yeah. I'm totally up for having sex with you after they release me from Medical," I assured her. I looked around her to a very unhappy Mahdi."Can you find it in your heart to forgive House Zorja? Anything I can,""Yes," she abruptly cut me off.What the fuck?"At this time, my hatred of House Ishara, and you in particular, make any grievance I have with House Zorja pale in comparison. You have bewitched my only daughter. She bares your child, and it will be a wonderful child if the soiled augur you've stuck your cock in is to be believed," she ground out bitterly. "I want to go home. I want to find enemies to kill. And when I do, Cáel Ishara, know each and every one of them will carry your face in my mind."She turned to Jana. "Do you agree that we both hate Ishara enough to put aside our current differences?"Jana studied Mahdi, me, then Mahdi again and agreed. She stood. Mahdi stood. They clasped arms like Amazons, then hugged like sisters."Agreed. He is much worse."My thoughts on the matter. Woot! I was having sex! Oh, and I was making Aya happy by ending a blood feud."My admiration of you continues to increase," Krasimira looked at me. "This diplomacy stuff is harder than it looks yet you pull it off so effortlessly.""Yay me!" I muttered."Keeper, are we done?" Sikia asked Krasimira."I believe so," the older Amazon rose to her feet. Sikia was far faster in rising."Mahdi of Meenakshi, you have insulted me and my augur. Defend yourself," she snarled. If Tad fi hadn't been immediately present, Mahdi wouldn't have even warranted a warning no doubt."Had you done your job," Mahdi flowed into her fighting stance, "you both wouldn't be pregnant.""Whoa now," I struggled to rise while keeping Tad fi close and my body between her and the Meenakshi/Zorja side of the mat. "Sikia, I can't let you fight. You're pregnant too.""Don't be stupid, Cáel Ishara," Sikia retreated off the mat, so she could shed her jacket and footwear. "Amazons have fought pregnant for thousands of years.""Hold on now," NYPD Sgt. Larisa Kutuzov said in English as she moved forward. I was a millisecond too late. Larisa's foot touched down on the mat and Marlene Zorja popped her one, a hand chop to the larynx. The senior cop stumbled forward."Mom!" shouted Nikita. Marlene followed up with a leg sweep, putting Larisa face first on the mats, then a fist strike to the back of the head, knocking her out. Neat and tidy in less than two seconds.Nikita was about to charge in when Chaz stopped her."Footwear," he advised in the tone of voice I had learned to associate with him and imminent violence. The moment he stopped her, he was quickly removing his own socks and shoes. Virginia and Pamela were doing the same. I was allowed freedom of movement because I was holding Tad fi. Krasimira exited because of her unique status. The rest were already barefoot."Gale, could you please stay with Tad fi," I tried to hand her off."No," Gale looked me over. "I will fight." No hint on whose side she would be fighting on. Krasimira came to my rescue."I'll take her.""Tad fi," I told the augur, "I have to go get beaten up now, but I promise I will be back for you directly.""This is not your fight," Krasimira said. "The words and deeds are Sikia's.""A, she carries my child and B, the deeds being called into question are my fault.""You told me once they were the Will of Ishara," Krasimira mused."We are one in the same," I gave a lopsided grin."Be careful," Tad fi pleaded. "Your future is a chaotic jumble, I cannot see,""Eh, I've been very bad. We'll talk about it later. Gotta go," I headed onto the mats.Pamela was giving the ground rules to the 'normals': No 'fair warnings'. No 'fair play'. No 'time outs'. You fought until unconscious, or you surrendered."This is going to suck," Virginia assessed our odds. Two Amazons had removed Larisa from the mats and were tending to her. Nikita was kneeling by her side until she heard Virginia, then came our way.Besides Sikia, we had Pamela, Chaz, Virginia, myself and Nikita. Oneida stepping up was nice. She wasn't a great combatant, but we dearly needed the help. Gale joining us was, unsettling. Amazons don't play fair, so this could be a ruse.Against us were all three Zorja and both Meenakshi ~ I imagined Rhada felt she had something to prove to her mother. They'd picked up ten other Amazons and Rhonwenn Nemain. Klavdiya joined them to counterbalance her baby sister. Eight to seventeen ~ ouch."Damn," a familiar voice from my first days on the job spoke up from behind me, "we almost missed this." I didn't dare look over my shoulder. Desiree stepped between Chaz and Virginia. Rachel came up on my left and Tiger Lily on my right. At the tail end of our line was Mona, Meridian, Brielle and Wiesława. Fifteen to seventeen was looking much better, especially considering Desiree had brought five Security Detail warriors with her, all of whom were moving to further bolster our numbers."Rachel," Elsa looked to her underling, "you have no idea why you are fighting.""It is for Cáel. So it must be for a better tomorrow," Rachel laughed."Very well," Elsa smirked."You!" Mahdi pointed at me, and we both charged. It was a jumbled nightmare of clashing bodies, war cries and flashes of movement all around. Our side had two main advantages -While Chaz was by no means the best hand-to-hand combatant present, he knew the basic Amazon style and most Amazons didn't know his. Added to his overall height and bulk advantages, he bought us time.Of greater importance, Rachel, Tiger Lily and Mona had extensive training working as a team, which none of the opponents had.Elsa was the most dangerous individual on the mat. Pamela was the second most dangerous, so Elsa grabbed a couple of partners and ganged up on her to drive her off the mats. Chaz went next, out-Elsa'ed and beaten unconscious. The issue was, it took her too long to accomplish those two feats. By the time she rounded on me, Rachel and Tiger Lily, our half of the field had wiped out theirs. It was six of us (me, Rachel, Tiger Lily, Gale, Wiesława and Desiree) versus four of them (Elsa, Marlene, Klavdiya and Rhonwenn).Still, I was facing Elsa, so a judicious bit of treachery was required."Gale," I huffed and puffed, "please retire. I don't want you to fight your sister.""What?" Gale snapped. She'd taken a beating, yet remained feisty."No, fighting her sister is okay with me," Desiree scowled. "We are still facing fucking Elsa.""All the other women you have mated with have failed. I remain," Gale trumpeted."Oh, you are right," I half-turned. "All the reason you are more precious to me.""Really?""Of course," I deepened my introspective appreciation of her."Oh," and Klavdiya punched Rhonwenn. That was an 'oh, Cáel Ishara must actually care for my baby sister and not be just a Playa' on Klavdiya's part. Yeah. I'm a horrible fucking person at times.Rachel, Tiger Lily and I rushed Elsa. Marlene pivoted to ward against Klavdiya while Gale and Wiesława stormed in against her. Desiree helped Klavdiya finish drubbing Rhonwenn before they combined to force Marlene off the mats. Elsa chose to go down swinging in a dogpile of bodies. I took an ear-ringing blow to the head which allowed Rachel to apply a chokehold and it was lights out for the Head of SD.After some water bottles went around and those concussed returned to wakefulness, the resolution of the brawl was decided. Mahdi apologized to Sikia. It was short, terse and sparing of any empathy, yet was within the bounds of Amazon etiquette. She departed with Rhada, which left me to pick up the pieces, starting with Nikita's mom."Oh," the older woman moaned then, "Ms. Fredrickson? What are you doing here?""Avenging you, Mother," Nikita fluffed up the truth. "She, Cáel and the others cleaned house on the woman who jumped you and her allies.""Desk Sergeant," Desiree gave a curt nod."This isn't over," Larisa winced as she moved to a sitting position."Mrs. Kutuzov, it is over," I headed off a colossal waste of time. "This is my daily life and part of your daughter's life with JIKIT. You will find scant witnesses and no tape recordings of these events. This craziness is just another day in the life here at Havenstone. You stepped on the mat and thus became fair game to any physical confrontation an opponent cared to mete out. Consider this sovereign soil of an independent nation-state.""We," she looked around. "You kicked their asses?""Definitely," Pamela gave a feral snarl."This is plain nuts," she shook her head, winced in cranial pain, then put her aching head in her hands."One of the reasons we've put our dating in hiatus," Nikita comforted her mother while looking at me, and smiling affectionately.Ah, for fuck sakes! I was engaged to someone else and having a dozen kids by ten different women. How could I still possibly be considered viable dating material? Oh yeah, martial valor, laughing at death, I hung out with truly exceptional cool people and I would always be in need of saving, a plus for a crusader like Nikita.I had so many allies to tend to, but only one who seemed to be making an exit. I swooped down on Tad fi long enough to place her fingers to my lips."I'll be right back, friend of a friend in need," and off I went. I caught Tavi of House Stolgos just outside the door. She wasn't avoiding me. She'd been observing Chaz and he had been otherwise occupied.My British companion had played a pivotal role in the combat and taken his beating like a man. He'd been rendered unconscious. So had many others, so no stigma was attached to his loss. Post-battle, he had chosen to sit on his haunches, knees up, talking to several of the Amazons, both kneeling and standing. A few had been bystanders and a few others foes.He stayed on his ass to reduce his height advantage. Letting Amazons make eye contact while not having to look up at you created definite benefits. His good natured approach to his role in the fight and pummeling earned him positive vibes as well. He made it clear the tussle to him was not macho-personal. He was my 'brother / sister / sibling' spiritually-speaking via Pamela adopting us both as her 'grandsons', so my fights were his fights. Sikia had my (Cáel's) child, so that bond extended to her as well ~ family.Pamela and I had schooled him on Amazon psychology and those lessons were now paying serious dividends. 'The Male' hadn't wanted to fight them ~ 'Amazons are tough' he'd confessed, he knew this because he worked with several every day on JIKIT~ but family was on the line, so he fought. Mahdi had apologized, so the matter was settled. The other Amazons he'd fought? They had fought for their reasons and he was okay with not questioning them about it.Why? He was conscious of his conspicuous status as a 'guest', knew he was in no way an Amazon, and was not privy to what motivated them. He didn't want to be an Amazon. He had his own, much younger, martial tradition he was proud of, yet was eager to learn from the vastly greater Amazon war lore because 'winners' didn't have a gender-bias and no other tradition could compete with the Amazons' 3,000 years.Under normal circumstances, the women around him wouldn't have given credence to his praise. He was a male after all. Through the tiny tear I'd created in their insulating social fabric, Chaz was building upon his own exploits. In the after-battle analysis, the Amazons reflected on the realization Elsa had concentrated on him as her number two objective, second only to Pamela who scared everyone who knew anything about her. That bolstered Chaz's appeal.For the Amazons who thought a male would get all pouty and cry over being beaten up by a girl/girls, Chaz was breaking the mold. He wasn't angry. He was amused. The fight had been a learning experience and he'd felt honored to watch, no matter how briefly, a warrior of Elsa's caliber fight. He'd explained 'I', Cáel Wakko Ishara, considered Elsa one of the top 5 combatants I'd ever seen, which included Ajax the Unconquered. The others were Sakuniyas, reborn Amazon and former Queen of Assyria, Saint Marie, the Golden Mare, and Pamela, the Cliff-walker.More happy Amazons because the list's only non-Amazon was a dead Hero from the Trojan Wars and it was well known I 'got around' (aka dealt with violent outsiders.) Chaz was telling the truth, almost. The 'fifth' person on the list was Alal, but explaining him would be difficult, so Chaz edited him for this particular audience. Good man.In the hallway, "Tavi, a moment," I called out. She slowed down, took a few more steps allowing me to catch up."Yes Ishara?" she gave me her best neutral look. Yep. She was jealous."I beg two favors from you," I quickly went down to one knee in her path. That caught her off guard and left her in the awkward position of me being terribly close and staring up at her."I, I will listen," she muttered."I would like to know if you are pregnant," I asked very softly. Yes, she was, but she didn't want to tell me. She contemplated pushing past me. It would be very easy. "I know I am stepping beyond the boundaries between warriors. Please. My destiny has brought you two together. I am at fault here." 'Fault' was the key word."If I have a son, he will be given to the Queen," Tavi's face was stern and unforgiving. "He will live.""That's not what he's worried about," I shook my head. "He wants to be a father to your daughter, Tavi. He wants to introduce you to his mother and grandmothers, maybe his sisters too, if that can be arranged.""Huh?""He is not like me, Tavi. There is no other in his life, but you.""I, I will not leave my House for him," she protested angrily."He would never ask you. That doesn't mean he doesn't want to remain at your side for years to come. He can be a father to your child and not be a part of House Stolgos in the same way you can be a mother to your child and not be a part of Clan Tomorrow.""Oh," she furrowed her brow. "How would this possibly work?""I have an 'in' with the Queen," I winked. "I'll work out something.""He knows I will never stop being an Amazon," she elucidated intensely."Absolutely. He is an intelligence operative after all. He's figured a few things out for himself.""Why doesn't he tell me these things?""Tavi, he threw his body on top of me to shield me from a bomb blast, so he's undoubtedly brave, but telling you what is in his heart is scary for him. As his brother, I see behind his silence,""Oh, what should I do?" she was vexed."Go back in there, demand to speak with him and tell him the truth," I stood up."The truth?""That you are going to have a little StolgosTomorrow-ite running around sometime next year," I exuded confidential friendliness."Cáel Ishara," she tilted her head slightly, "you don't know much about infants, do you?""Nope," I pseudo-confessed. I actually did know something about newborns. I'd studied up so I could make a move on a cute girl whose free time was eaten up by babysitting, so I 'helped out'. Oink."They aren't 'running around'," she turned to head back into the gym, "until the ninth month at the earliest. Normally, running doesn't happen until the eighteenth month.""My fiancée has a three-year old, so she should be able to help me through some of the hardest parts," I babbled along. Tavi didn't give a crap.In we went. Tavi stormed straight toward the bevy of Amazon babes concentrating on 'her' Chaz."Color Sergeant Tomorrow," she abruptly interrupted. "A moment of your time.""Ladies," Chaz uncoiled himself from the surrounding women. The Amazons were either mildly put off, they thought they were about to get laid, or pissed off, they were sure they were about to get laid, and Tavi was stomping on their happy."Yes, Ms. Gentry," Chaz linked his hands behind his back in a 'rest easy' stance. 'Gentry' was the fake last name Tavi used in the outside world. She motioned toward the windows with her head. Off they went. I couldn't hear what was being said, but my lip reading skills were up to the task.T: (I am pregnant)C: (I love you)T: (Oh) ~ stunned. Go Chaz!C: (Well, I don't imagine the Amazons have a marriage ceremony and an Anglican service would be inappropriate, so perhaps we could research a Scythian ritual which could make both families happy) ~ delivered in the patented smooth Chaz style.T: (Marriage? To you?)C: (I will not submit to being anyone's slave nor would I ever ask you to submit to me. Outside of that, will you be my partner and my partner alone until the cliffs separate us?)T: (Amazons are not monogamous)C: (I am)T: (I will, I mean, can I think about this?)C: (I am not going anywhere, Tavi){Pause}T: (Did you put Ishara, Cáel Ishara up to this?)C: (Yes)T: (Why?)C: (I imagine he explained what I am feeling better than I could)T: (Oh, do you want me to meet your mother and grandmothers?)C: (Absolutely)T: (Okay)C: (Okay ~ you would like to meet my Mother and Grandmothers?)T: (No, yes, I mean, yes I would like to meet them and I am okay with you being with no other woman until the cliffs separate us, and I will do the same, no other males)C: (If I pick you up, hug you and kiss you, will your sisters freak out?)T: (I don't know)So Chaz swept Tavi up until her head was higher than his (a feat, considering their 8" height differential) and kissed her deeply. Mumbled words followed. Tavi wrapped her legs around Chaz's waist and out they went. Around me were angry murmurings of the 'did that Amazon just run off with our man' variety. Not my problem. I had plenty of different Amazons wanting my attention. Hallelujah!{8:00 pmDon't try this at home.I covered my face with a pillow and pressed down hard. I'd already tried breathing exercises, meditation and even contemplated more cranial trauma before thinking up this particular crazy idea. It took some mental effort and accessing some of my Alal-'pain sorting' skills to accomplish, but in the end, I felt myself 'let go'.I sat up."Hello," Tad fi beamed."Hey," I took a deep breath. Since we were talking, I must have passed out. Her eyes wandered over the room."Is this the world as you see it?" she wondered. Oh yeah, I had to be creating the environment for her to enjoy.Sikia was kneeling on the bed a foot away, her gaze moving between the two of us. The 'grayness' of her form suggested she was wholly in reality and not in the 'Ishara-space' the goddess had shown me and I was now sharing with my augur."This is how you see me?" she examined her fingers, her wrists, then some long locks of her hair."You are more beautiful," I answered. The impact of my words crossing over drew her eyes back to me. It was the magic of hearing for the normally deaf girl. I concentrated, peeled back some fantasy and attached a realistic form to Sikia. Tad fi followed my gaze."Your hair," she addressed her guardian, "It is lighter than I imagined."Sikia said something I couldn't understand, muffled as it was by my dreaming."I cannot hear you, but I see you through his eyes," the augur carried on her conversation. They touched. It had to be somewhat bizarre for Sikia. As she reached for Tad fi's hand, her friend intercepted the extended member. Their fingers intertwined before completing the journey to the guardian's lips."Don't cry, no, we couldn't have, no, we shouldn't have knocked him out sooner. I don't think he was aware of this discipline when we first met. Were you, Cáel?""No. Perhaps if I had understood more about the consequences of seeing ghosts, I might have," I tapered off. "Now that we know. I can try this more often.""Your health?" Tad fi worried."I might be immortal," I confessed. I was confessing because I was desperately seeking a way to share some of my genetic quirkiness with her ~ some strength to carry her through this pregnancy and spare her life, Dot Ishara be damned."And you would seek a way to spare me," she graced me with her gentle presence. Lying in the 'spirit' world was a whole lot tougher than in the flesh."Yeah. I've got some arcane lore rattling around in my head, plus I have a few outside sources I can ask for help. I'm not giving up on you.""I have foreseen my death.""Well, un-foresee it," I scolded her. "Dot Ishara told me we see what might happen, though nothing is guaranteed. So even your death isn't an absolute. Since it hasn't happened, I see no reason to let it happen. You are going to live to hold our daughter. If not, my immortality is worthless.""You can never save everyone. Sometimes you must let a few go to save the rest," she advised."If I find someone I'm not attached to, I'll let them go. I promise. Until then, I'm, ugh, I'm fading, and I'm keeping you.""We shall see," she murmured. I fell back into my body and into wakefulness."Now we have sex," Tad fi announced in a melodic voice."He is ready to perform," Sikia agreed. She was fondling my balls with one hand while her breath played across my rod. I sat up to see the augur climbing up the bed between my thighs. She kissed my glans, licked across its top, then kissed it again."I've got it from here," she told Sikia."What?" Sikia was confused. Tad fi's lips began to engulf my sceptre."Sikia, come here," I gently pulled on her arm. She was conflicted yet up some came.We started out with tender kisses on the lips. I kept drawing her toward me. My lips and tongue migrated down her chin and throat to her breasts. When she thought my target was her breasts, she was all onboard. That was a mere stop-off point on my journey, though I played around for a while.At the same time, I had to use subtle movements with my hips and clenches with my gluts to school Tad fi on her fellatio. Thankfully, I was doubly-blessed. This wasn't my first time schooling two girls at once and Tad fi could determine more from such minimal reactions due to her heightened sense of my muscle contractions through her touch than any other woman I'd ever met.When I began running my tongue in large lashes underneath her breasts, I confused Sikia once more. She was resistant as my hands on her hips pulled her higher so that my lips and teeth could tease her taut stomach while I twirled my tongue in her belly button. She giggled.I had been slowly wiggling down the bed, backing Tad fi up, so when it came time to mount Sikia on my face, I had the headboard room. I kept her muscular thighs securely in hand because the moment I had her happy, I pushed her up. She looked down, seeking guidance and I motioned her to turn around. She did the eye-ball math, realized she'd be facing her augur, and hastily obeyed. Of course, her movement on the bed alerted Tad fi through mattress vibrations.Sikia was sitting on my face, leaning down so she could run her hands through Tad fi's hair and along her face and lips (and my phallus). I kept my hands pressed between our bodies. My right made the sojourn to my pubic area to play around and give them both something else to suck on, my fingers. My left loitered around between Sikia's breasts and her clitoris when my lips were otherwise occupied.I could cup her clit with my tongue in a U-shape, rubbing it along my taste buds. Most of my time was taken up with my tongue broad lashing her vulva or tightly-twisted and delving into her cunt and my nose pushing against her brown hole. I could tilt myself up so I could make tongue-intrusions into her back passage as well. The first time, she squealed.Before she could decide if she wanted to make me stop (she did, virtually all first timers always default to asking their partner to stop, so you have to distract them), Tad fi wanted to know what had brought her reaction on. Then came Sikia's troubled revelation of what I was doing, how the augur shouldn't suffer through it, despite the increasing pleasure she was receiving, only to finally be unable to supply the answer as to why Tad fi shouldn't experience it too.Sikia shot me a treasured look of bewilderment. I'd brought her to orgasm with my tongue alone. I was a guy after all."Switch?" I suggested. Tad fi was still administering one of the slowest, most considerate blowjobs I'd ever experienced. She wasn't rushing toward anything. Sure, she was unschooled, but was devoting her incredible sensitivities to my pleasure and taking pleasure in her ability to bring me to such excitement."Change places?" she mused. "Okay." Tad fi's lips slid off me with one final, loud 'pop', then she used her spider-like fingers to climb up my body while Sikia traveled south. She lavished butterfly kisses on my face ~ childish, yet so very appropriate between us ~ and I mirrored the gesture.With some reluctance, she mounted me, facing Sikia. My tongue flicking across her clit on its first exploration brought out a joyous gasp. It only got better from there.The Long Slide Into Domestic Life:"Twins?" Hana snuggled into my arms. We were at her place, naked in bed together after a late late-night unscheduled meeting with some VIPs. Despite the late/early hour, she was alert, tense even. It had been a mentally stimulating late night encounter which had brought me to her bed."Yes. That is what Tad fi predicted," I inserted between raining kisses down on her forehead. Hana liked non-distracting attention when she was in this kind of mood. She was exhausting herself mentally as she was building up to being amorous."Ana-Călina and  rp d?" she worked over the names on her tongue. "They have a special meaning?""Only if you are Hungarian and Romanian," I teased her. She elbowed me slightly. " rp d was the semi-mystical pagan warlord who led the Ten Tribes who became known as the Hungarians ~ the Magyar peoples ~ into the Carpathian Basin, present day Hungary. Ana-Călina was born a Byzantine princess of the storied House of Basarab; she married Radu Negru, thus becoming the first Princess of a free Wallachia ~ the foundation for a free Romania. She was also the great-grandmother of Dracula.""So they are famous names with regional historical significance, did they live long, happy lives?"" Árpád, no one knows for sure. His kids were quarrelsome, but they did manage to found a dynasty at the start of the second millennia which ruled for three centuries.""Ana-Călina, yeah. I think so," I continued. "She lived into her seventies and her eldest son left his country stronger, richer and safer than when he received it. She did out live her husband by over fifty years, and got to see her youngest grandson bury most of his rivals, the kids from her husband's first marriage.""Ah, what?" Hana rose up until we were eye to eye. Since she was naked, her boobs swayed slightly as she did so. My eye flickered. "Eyes forward, Mister," she playfully barked. "What happened to all her other grandsons?""Wallachia in the 15th century was a tad rough and tumble," I evaded."They killed one another?""Mostly they were killed by conspiracies amongst their boyars, nobles of the time.""Why does, Tad fi want to dredge up these names again?" she kept eye contact."Not a clue," I pleaded."But you think it is important?""No. I think you are important. Screw Fate. It can name its own kids. We can chose whatever names make you happy, except 'Up'. Up's been taken.""You've named another of your offspring 'Up'? That's cruel, or does that mean something in another language I'm unaware of?" she shifted her shoulders so her boobs wobbled again. Of course, I broke eye contact. I hadn't had sex in hours and her boobies were right there, damn it!"Actually, Pamela and I named this secret agent in Hungary that, just to fuck with his head," I divulged."Oh. Pamela. I should have known," she slowly smiled. "You are being very well behaved," she added. Woot! She noticed I wasn't throwing her down and pawing her delectable flesh. "One more thing before the nookie.""Name them. Their dead," I pledged."Not necessary," her sigh turned into a giggle. "If I'm going to be having twins, I'm going to be rather big come late March. We need an earlier wedding date."Oh, fuck me!"What do you have in mind?" I tried to keep the creeping dread out of my voice."New Year's Day?" she suggested. I did a quick calculation. That was annihilating 78 days out of what remained of my bachelor life. In 114 days my life would cease having any meaning whatsoever. I'd be a Mr. to someone's Mrs. The end"Sure, I can arrange to be killed before then," stumbled out of my mouth."What was that?" Hana pouted."Nothing Dear. Cosmic psychic intersection with an Al -demon; don't know what came over me," I fibbed."Man up," Hana bit my nose. "Our marriage won't be that bad if we both work at it. It isn't like I'm demanding celibacy from you." Then she mouthed 'yet'."Wait. Did you mean celibacy, as in no fun at all, or monogamy, as in only 'happy time' with you?" I desperately sought clarification."Oh," she pursed her lips. "I meant monogamy. I didn't mean to scare you.""Oh, thank goodness," I sighed."Here," her gaze turned tender. "Let me make it up to you." Hana placed one hand on my shoulder and rose up my body until my face was gently nestled in her bosom. Then she wiggled back and forth, basically because I'm a big baby and easy to please. I was alternating which nipple I was kissing in no time."Mmm," she murmured. "I've missed you." Her other hand's fingernails coasted down my abdomen and found 'Mr. Happy' had risen to attention. Okay, he'd been hopping up and down on my groin since she'd said we were 'going to bed' 30 minutes ago. Hana decided wrap up my shaft with her hand, then applied a few tender strokes. I reciprocated by cupping her left tit in one hand, forming a mound with her areola at the center, and began to twirl from the outside inward to her hardened nipple with just the tip of my tongue.It was 4 a.m. Why was I taking it slow when I had my final work review with Katrina in three hours? Hana deserved this and more. Why was Hana doing it? She was her own boss, plus her life was careening wildly outside of anything she'd imagined before she'd first laid eyes on me. Half of the financial empire she shared with her father was suddenly in the hands of a military dictatorship, her beloved father was dealing with the murder of her hated step-brother and she was marrying a Prince in a European cathedral which required someone high in the Vatican's approval process to use.Yeah, her life had gone nuts. Worse, she loved me. And I wasn't the kind of man she ever thought she'd love. She'd thought she'd never love anyone again after her life with her asshole of an ex-husband and their bitter, contentious divorce. I was barely someone she could classify, and Hana was a terribly ordered and organized person. Saying my life was messy was being generous. I was some mysterious warrior-diplomat-playboy-aristocrat who hung out with people more bizarre than me.Hana picked up her tempo. I switched breasts. Her motor was really starting to hum. Any other night, I could have moved straight to revving her up to an orgasm. I had the time to make it two without any problems. A good one and Hana would be happy and drift off to sleep. Instead, I intuited she wanted more, so we developed our own game of cat and mouse with her climax, and its suspension, being our ultimate goal.My left hand danced down the back of her ribcage like playing keys on a piano. It was a light, teasing gesture. Her hair the color of tarnished gold cascaded down as she began placing her own kisses upon my crown. Each move by one partner evoked a response by the other. Hana ran my glans over her glistening labia, getting it nice and slick. I worked down her waist, cupped her ass, and then glided over her thigh to the back of her knee where I started tickling her. She snickered."You are distracting me," she murmured. I wasn't. I knew these things."I like to get the feel of every inch of your flesh," I responded. More mirthful noises from her. Slowly, her gooey vestibule rubbed against and over the top, until I felt myself entering. There, she hesitated. I propelled my hips an inch up, twisted right then left before falling back down, a micro-fuck."Ah," she emoted her approval. "My turn." Hana's knees spread to the side, making a memorable sound on the silk sheets as she impaled herself. This time she rolled her hips forward, back, then did a slow 360 with me  inside her, letting the slow progress over her spark memories for her to savor. "I never believed sex could be like this," Hana hiccupped."How so?" I knew the answer, but wanted her to put her chaotic passions to words. It would make her happier."Experimenting, silly. Stopping in the middle and doing, this," she reversed her hip rotations this time. "I never imagined a lover having such patience, or,""Yourself as being so openly sexually adventurous?" I finished."Yeah," she huffed. "I really, really owe your college professor, plus you and all your diligence, for this," at the last moment, she encountered the gateway to her G-spot. I knew precisely where that gem was. Previously, Hana had gained a vague idea where it was from the perspective of masturbation and our prior lovemaking. Now I had let Hana rediscover that joy with my cock as her tool to utilize as she wished."You realize pregnant women want even more sex," she hummed. She was vigorously working my cock now. Hana had bridged a huge gap, sexually. Normally, a woman of Hana's quality tried to please her man first with the hope her orgasm would soon follow. I was different. My greatest sexual gratification came from her ecstasy. She was confident in that now. By bringing herself to climax, she was making me excited for what would come next."That's okay," I propped myself up on one elbow now that Hana was riding me cowgirl-style. "I dig big chicks." The open-palm slap to the chest was a given."Hercege, you, you are horrible," she growled around a feral smile. The lip-biting, tongue-sucking kiss was equally vicious, primal and leading Hana to the end of her tether. Not only was Hana's sexual trust in me/us expanding, she was putting extra effort into her physical workout regime too. She might still have a ways to go to compete with an Amazon, but it was still going to be a great night."Hercegn , I am nothing but a twisted shadow of masculine lust whose every contour is cast by your muliebrous glow," I teased. Her eyes twinkled. Yes, definitely still going to be a great night."Okay," Hana yawned, "I give up. What does 'muliebrous' mean?" She'd been holding on to that for an hour and a half. It was five-thirty and I was dressing in my biking clothes before heading into work."From the Latin 'muliebri' which means 'womanly'," I answered. Her sleepy eyes drank in both my response and my physique. I had discovered another thing Hana liked and that was to expand her academic/linguistic frontiers. She was enchanted with the idea that I liked to engage her mind along with her body, sparking on all cylinders.She'd crawled over to my side of the bed, her head resting on my pillow, soaking up my scent as she watched me. I knelt down, kissed her on her ear, cheek and finally the side of her lips. Hana was beat."Have a good day and be careful," she mumbled. Her eyes closed. Her chest rose with one last, waking breath before her sleep rhythms took her."Ditto," I whispered. I snuck into  Annela's room and planted a kiss on her head as well. The craziness of my life had a way of cascading over to the ones I loved. Loved? Oh boy,7:00 am Monday, September 8th, Graduation Day!Brielle and her buddy were humming along as the elevator doors closed. Once more, my 'hellish' schedule demanded I change in the elevator. I'd gone to gun practice with my bike clothes on, so I absolutely had to change into business attire in the magic box, in front of them.Juanita adjusting my tie was a less than subtle attempt to strangle me. I was about to be late to my final 'start of day' meeting as an intern in Executive Services, so her chastisement would have to wait. Who would have thunk it? Juanita would have to wait outside for this ceremony. Paula raced with me to be the last one in, only to have Daphne grace us with the 'news':"The meeting won't start for another fifteen minutes," she grinned. "Katrina is bringing up the 'new hires' for the fall program."I finger-flicked my head. The 84 days as an intern was merely the 'training wheels' period. To really be a member of ES was at least a two year training process. The Amazons around me had started their training for this gig when they were fifteen and were eighteen and nineteen now, their ID's said they were older for legal purposes.In theory, my four years in college was counted as 'preliminary' training and provided things such as acclimation to outsider culture ~ aka 'acting normal'. Logically, I would train under someone like Desiree or Buffy for a year before being a full-fledged member of the service."How many this time?" I asked Daphne since she seemed to be in the know."Twenty," she grinned. "We are getting two."I noticed there was still only my tiny desk in Katrina's office. That meant the new guys would be out in the office pool with everyone else. Probably for the best. The ladies were now used to having a male around, so would be careful in what they did and didn't say. I yawned."Tired," Fabiola smirked."Oh yeah," I stifled another yawn. "Met an emissary from the Pope." Fabiola glowered. "No. Seriously. I met an emissary from Holy See. I let Hana know I wanted to get married in a highly improbable place, a ruined cathedral, so she contacted the Catholic Church and one of their guys wanted to meet with me.""That had to be fun," Tigger grinned. "What does the Cult of the Nazarene think of you and the Goddess Ishara?""We actually discussed polytheism and the place of an omnipotent, omnipresent being in the scope of things," I placed my hands behind my back and rocked back and forth. "It was quite interesting. The guy knew his shit."By that, I meant he was probably with the Pope's Secret Service as well as a Brainiac with a PhD in something. He'd promised to be in touch as soon as he heard back from his superiors. He had this hot chick with him who I suspected was a nun. And if his driver wasn't ex-military, it was because he was still in the service. On the plus side, Hana had been beaming when we left, which assured me the meeting had gone well, so we had sex from 4 AM until 5:30, thus my current fatigued state."Are you going to abandon your faith?" Fabiola taunted me."I don't have faith, Fabiola of Minerva. Faith would imply I don't know there are supernatural entities screwing with our lives. I know they do exist, I've met a few. To satisfy your disingenuous curiosity, we discussed the nature of the Weave and it being the possible manifestation of God's Will.""How did that go?" Paula appeared interested."He strongly suggested I should 'revisit my Catholic roots' soon. By that, I think he meant I'm supposed to start attending church regularly," I shrugged. "The Pope is sending an envoy to the Great Khan too, so odds are good I'm getting married," I pronounced the last bit as the doom-laden prediction it was."Oh, yes," Fabiola reached passed Paula and smacked me in the chest with the back of her hand. "That is for insinuating you and I had intercourse to my Mother and the Council.""Was that chastising me for lying, or for not making it so?" I winked."Ah, no!" she pouted. "Stop lying about me."I looked down at my phone."We've got twelve minutes," I double-pumped my eyebrows. "Want to go to Katrina's bathroom?""What! No!" Fabiola

Sun, 16 Feb 2025 03:00:00 +0000 https://geschichteeuropas.podigee.io/t469-469 14c1e6d8930c8a342439d75514d76294 Y: Quellen Verknüpfte Folgen Titus Livius, Ab urbe condita, Auszüge aus dem ersten Buch (ca. 27 v. Chr.) (24.11.2024) Den Podcast unterstützen UNTERSTÜTZE DEN PODCAST BEI STEADY! Marlon unterstützt den Podcast seit März 2023 mit einem Betrag, der den monatlichen Hosting-Kosten entspricht. Seit Januar 2025 macht das Patrick auch. Dafür möchte ich den beiden hier ganz besonders danken! SCHENK MIR EINEN KAFFEE - DEN SAFT, DER WISSEN SCHAFFT EINZELSPENDE ÜBER PAYPAL SENDEN Ab dem 10. September 2024 nenne ich regelmäßig in der Anmoderation die Vornamen von neuen, den Podcast unterstützenden Personen. Widerspruch dagegen bitte ich im Zusammenhang mit dem Zusenden der Unterstützung anzuzeigen. Feedback und Kommentare! Podcast-Blog mit Kommentarfunktion #historytelling - Netzwerk unabhängiger Geschichtspodcasts Schick mir Kommentare und Feedback als Email! Der Podcast bei Fyyd Folge mir bei Mastodon! Frag mich nach deiner persönlichen Einladung ins schwarze0-Discord! Die Episoden werden thematisch und nicht nach Erscheinungsdatum nummeriert. Für einen chronologischen Durchgang zur europäischen Geschichte sollten die Episoden nach Namen sortiert werden. schwarze0fm hatte als Hobbyprojekt begonnen - inzwischen habe ich aber durch Auftragsproduktionen und Crowdfunding die Möglichkeit gewonnen, mehr und bessere Folgen für Geschichte Europas zu produzieren. Das Prinzip "schwarze Null" bleibt - die Einnahmen werden verwendet, für mich Rahmenbedingungen zu schaffen, den Podcast zu betreiben und weiterzuentwickeln. In dieser Folge habe ich das ausführlich erklärt. This episode of "Geschichte Europas" by schwarze0fm (Tobias Jakobi) first published 2025-02-16. CC-BY 4.0: You are free to share and adapt this work even for commercial use as long as you attribute the original creator and indicate changes to the original. Der Podcast ist Teil des Netzwerks #historytelling und von Wissenschaftspodcasts.de. 469 trailer Y: Quellen no Quelle,Antike,Rom,Titus Livius,Gallier,Brennus,Vae Victis Tobias Jakobi

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Accede a los episodios completos y contenido exclusivo en chisteinterno.com y en patreon.com/chisteinterno Chiste Interno Interno - Humor Político Venezolano Esta semana en Chiste Interno Interno, nos visitó el comunicador y defensor de derechos humanos Melanio Escobar para hablar sobre un tema que nos apasiona: el humor político en Venezuela. Más allá de una conversación sobre la historia de la sátira política en el país, nos centramos en discutir nuestra relación con el humor y cómo puede existir en contextos políticos difíciles. En nuestra conversación hablamos sobre las experiencias de Melanio trabajando en el semanario URBE, cómo evolucionan las prácticas de comunicación, el impacto del algoritmo, la revista “El Camaleón”, los cambios en la industria de la música, la relación de los venezolanos con nuestros símbolos patrios y por qué tiene sentido usar crocs con medias. Chiste Interno es: Oswaldo Graziani / Creación, Conducción y Producción Ejecutiva Adrián Salas / Producción, Edición y Música Pedro Graterol / Comunidad y Contenido Katherine Miranda / Asistencia de Producción Yamn Milán / Editor de formato largo Ricardo Carmona / Editor de formato corto. Astro Studio / Estudio de Grabación chisteinterno.com

En el 54 a.C., Julio César ordenó erigir en Roma un foro que superara en magnificencia a todo lo visto hasta entonces en la Urbe.

Las ciudades han existido tan solo el 0.02% de nuestra historia, sin embargo, concentran la mayor parte de la población. Cubren apenas el 3% de la superficie terrestre, pero aportan 50% de los gases de efecto invernadero. No es exagerar decir que lo que pase aquí marcará el futuro. Martí Gil nos acompaña para explorar el caso del centro SCOP.

Sergio Marchi tiene una relación significativa con Soda Stereo debido a su labor como periodista y escritor especializado en rock argentino. Ha seguido de cerca la trayectoria de la banda, documentando sus éxitos, desafíos y legado en el panorama musical. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/gabrielpalavecino/message

A fines de los cincuenta, el Plan de Fomento y Urbanización para la Región de Coquimbo revitalizó por completo la ciudad de La Serena, a través de un ejercicio mixto de planificación que combinó el rediseño con la conservación patrimonial. A más de 70 años de su implementación, arquitectos y arquitectas de la Universidad de Chile abren el debate sobre las distintas alternativas de rediseño urbano para las ciudades del futuro.

San Antonio de Prado es un corregimiento con carácter de pueblo y en él, haremos un pequeña travesía performática donde daremos cuenta de los espantos más famosos a partir de los testimonios de algunos habitantes, ¿qué esperas para venir a la tertulia pradeña? Un podcast de @laura_c_b_ @apekaoide @soysaris11 @Val__ct Para De la Urbe.

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In this episode, Ada and Jo speak with historian Larry Rothfield about the political nuances of 15th century Florence, and the shifting perspectives of the Renaissance to come since then.

In this episode, Ada and Jo discuss the merits of good pacing across a range of story lengths with Hugo and Nebula award-winning author, Ken Liu.

Existen lugares, regiones, pueblos y grandes ciudades en los que se esconden los mapas ocultos de lo que no se ve. Quizá, como gran ejemplo, París se posiciona bajo una cuidad invisible bajo el subsuelo. En este programa conoceremos los secretos subterráneos, así como los habitantes que caminan bajo la superficie, que se posicionan en un plano oculto tras la gran urbe. Félix Ruíz nos propone un viaje a través de los oscuros recorridos que yacen bajo la superficie. Bienvenidos a Misterio en Red. ¿Quieres anunciarte en este podcast? Hazlo con advoices.com/podcast/ivoox/172363

Existen lugares, regiones, pueblos y grandes ciudades en los que se esconden los mapas ocultos de lo que no se ve. Quizá, como gran ejemplo, París se posiciona bajo una cuidad invisible bajo el subsuelo. En este programa conoceremos los secretos subterráneos, así como los habitantes que caminan bajo la superficie, que se posicionan en un plano oculto tras la gran urbe. Félix Ruíz nos propone un viaje a través de los oscuros recorridos que yacen bajo la superficie. Bienvenidos a Misterio en Red.

In this episode, Ada and Jo speak with Alexis Shotwell about the issues that arise from ill-intentioned characters, and the moral questions they present to readers.

Urbe Luxury, Sabana Discounts & Update 11.15.23 Replay LIVE w/Nestor. Vista Cana Punta Cana Real Estate Investing Ideas, discounts and special prices

Are you ready to go on an H-Town taco road trip? Host Raheel Ramzanali is joined by the taco king Marco A. Torres, also the Taco Columnist at the Houston Chronicle, to get his best picks of the tacos you need to try across the entire city! Best Tacos Spots Taconazo (4003 Fulton Street) Alamo Tamale & Taco (809 Berry Road) Inside the loop Tacos Bomberos (2206 Edwards Street, Holler Brewing @ Sawyer Yards) Gerardo's Drive-In (609 Patton Street) Teotihuacan Mexican Cafe (1511 Airline Drive) Downtown area  Space City Birria (415 Milam Street) Calavera Mexican Kitchen (409 Travis Street, inside Bravery Chef Hall) Brother's Taco House (1604 Emancipation Ave) Laredo Taquera (915 Snover Street & Washington Ave) J Bar M BBQ for brisket tacos (2201 Leeland Street) Heights Chilosos Taco House (701 E. 20th Street) TJ Birria y Mas (2025 N. Durham Drive) Montrose Tacos Tierra Caliente (2003 West Alabama Street, next to the West Alabama Ice House) La Guadalupana Bakery & Cafe (2109 Dunlavy Street) Pico's Mexican Restaurant (3601 Kirby Drive) Northwest  Los Dos De Nuevo Leon (in the CVS parking lot 6504 West Little York, corner of Bingle & North Houston-Rosslyn) Northeast Tita's Taco House (320 Wilson Road in Humble) Tacos Flores (4806 FM 1960 in Humble/Atascocita) Manuel's Mexican Resturant 529 (13083 West Lake Houston  Parkway in Summerwood/Humble) West side Tacos Doña Lena (8878 Hammerly Blvd in Spring Branch)  East side  The Original Villa Arcos (3009 Navigation Blvd) Cochinita & Co (5420 Lawndale Street) Tacos La Sultana (7011 Capitol Street) Porras Prontito (6301 Market Street in Denver Harbor) Southside  Taqueria Del Sol (8114 Park Place Blvd) Tacos Tec (8449 Gulf Freeway by Hobby Airport) Taconmadre (905 Edgebrook Drive) Wild cards  Urbe (1101 Uptown Park) El Tiempo Market & Taqueria (5526 Washington Ave) Looking for more Houston news? Then sign up for our morning newsletter Hey Houston  Follow us on Instagram  @CityCastHouston Don't have social media? Then leave us a voicemail or text us at +1 713-489-6972 with your thoughts! Have feedback or a show idea? Let us know!  Interested in advertising with City Cast? Let's Talk! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Duo amici casu paene eodem tempore in quadam urbe notissima antiquissimaque fuerunt... de casibus eorum audite! (et quandam urbem vituperaverunt quoque... NON HOMINES, urbem ipsam tantum)

In this episode, Ada and Jo speak with Jon Evans about the remote research versus travel, short stories, beleivability, and setting up shocking twists for striking payoffs.

The Brooklyn Cafe Show guests Tina Urbe host of what's next , Linda Goldfischer matchmaker Dj Barbie, my SFLDJ.com ,Cyndi Roussert , keny love --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/thebrooklyncafe/support

In this episode, Jo and Ada discuss a number of reasons to put a book down without finishing.

Os ofreceremos una entrevista con un libro muy especial como protagonista: Ab urbe condita, la Roma de la gens Valeria, una novela histórica coral sobre la historia de la ciudad eterna, narrada por 14 autores diferentes. Hablamos con dos de los coordinadores del proyecto, nuestro compañero Sergio Alejo y el presidente de la asociación Divulgadores de la Historia, Federico Romero. El libro tenía además un fin social, aportar fondos a la preservación del Puente de Alcántara, y para entender mejor su importancia, recordaremos una antigua sección en la que hablábamos del mismo. Escucha el episodio completo en la app de iVoox, o descubre todo el catálogo de iVoox Originals

La Ciudad de México cuenta con 49 unidades habitacionales o Centro Urbanos Multifamiliares que representaron entre los años 40 y 60 el sueño de urbanizar, modernizar y extender la metrópoli. El proyecto de hacer crecer la ciudad fuera del centro, en microciudades que no se extendían de forma horizontal sino vertical, grandes y fuerte volúmenes de concreto con ventanas uniformes rodeadas de jardines, comercio, áreas de juego, servicios como escuelas y clínicas marcaron el inicio de la nueva identidad metropolitana de la ciudad de México. Sube a El Cocodrilo y descubre las historias y arquitectura de las unidades habitacionales de la capital mexicana. Escucha El Cocodrilo con Sergio Almazán todos los sábados de 16:00 a 17:00 horas y los jueves de 22:00 a 23:00. Por MVS 102.5 FM.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Mi invitada de hoy es Gloria Ordoñez. Modelo, animadora y actriz venezolana que saltó a la mente de todos los machos vernáculos como parte del programa Noche de perros, siempre aparecía por un lado u otro con ese cuerpazo, ya fuera en vallas publicitarias o revistas para caballeros como Urbe bikini. Emigró a Estados Unidos y se abrió paso sin complejos... Espero que disfrutes este nuevo episodio de DNQLE. TE PUEDES SUMAR A MI PATREON!!! https://patreon.com/danielnecesita?ut... Si no te puedes sumar al Patreon, pero quieres dejar una propina para apoyarme, pasa por aquí: Paypal: https://paypal.me/danmartinezd?countr... Venmo: https://venmo.com/code?user_id=304825... Todas mi redes y links aquí: https://hoo.be/DanielMartinezD --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/daniel-martinez653/message

¿Qué podemos hacer desde las grandes urbes para reconectarnos con la Tierra?¿Cómo podemos realmente cuidar el medioambiente desde ellas? En este capítulo hablamos con el ecólogo e investigador Luis Zambrano sobre los ecosistemas acuáticos que le dieron forma a la Ciudad de México, los ajolotes como animales emblemáticos y vitales, y cómo se ve el futuro en términos ambientales. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Susanne conversa con portavoces de comunidades que llevan organizadas por muchos años y que una de sus estrategias es hacer eventos artísticos para su gente e invitan a todo el archipiélago a unirse. Estas son el barrio La Cuarta en Ponce que esta colindante con Juana Diaz y Barrio Pueblo de Caguas en el Paseo José Gautier Benítez. Festival Despierta Verano de la organización Urbe a Pie en el barrio Pueblo de Caguas. El arte en el casco urbano como motor de lucha y resistencia de un pueblo. https://www.urbeapie.com/ https://www.instagram.com/urbeapie/ El Festival Afrocaribeño edición #24 se ha convertido en un referente de la música afro en la región sur y el país, así nos cuenta uno de sus fundadores, líder comunitario, gestor cultural, el artista Angel Papote Alvarado. La Cuarta queda en la zona costera entre Ponce y Juana Diaz, una comunidad de gente grande que van caminando/bailando para hacer de este un festival internacional. https://fb.me/e/65RGXRyIq Recordando también que mañana 30 de junio es la convocatorio por la Colectiva Feminista en Construcción para el Dia de acción comunitaria en contra de los desplazamientos. https://www.instagram.com/p/CuFbropP_kV/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA== Y despidiéndonos con la canción La Doctrina del Shock de la rapera chilena Ana Tijoux quien estuvo esta semana en un concierto en El Boricua como parte del lanzamiento de la organización La Tejedora y en colaboración con Action Lab NY. https://www.actionlabny.org/gathering/liberation-summer/ https://youtu.be/177-s44MSVQ

Investories Season 2: Solid Gold Business, Investing and Mindset. Stephanie Walter is a wealth strategist, speaker, syndicator and the CEO of ERBE Wealth. She “retired” and sold her insurance business of 16 years in 2021 by following the key principles she teaches busy professionals to use. She teaches hard working professional people to “unlearn” what most of us have been wired to think about money and she re-educates people to learn the secrets of the wealthy investor that can be life transforming.  Over years of working with her investors, Stephanie discovered that the very wealthy view and use money differently than the rest of us; they actively have their money working for them — sometimes in several places at the same time! In addition, they use leverage to accelerate their wealth and give them tax free income upon retirement. Investories: YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@investoriespodcast7744 Tik Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@investoriespod Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/investoriespod/ Email: investoriespodcast@gmail.com Stephanie Walter Website: https://erbewealth.com/ Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/company/erbe-wealth/ Kyle: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/yourmultifamilymentor Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/your_multifamily_mentor/?hl=en John:  Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/hoopeezy/?hl=en Airbnb: https://airbnb.com/h/ponderosapinehaus  

Investories Season 2: Solid Gold Business, Investing and Mindset. Stephanie Walter is a wealth strategist, speaker, syndicator and the CEO of ERBE Wealth. She “retired” and sold her insurance business of 16 years in 2021 by following the key principles she teaches busy professionals to use. She teaches hard working professional people to “unlearn” what most of us have been wired to think about money and she re-educates people to learn the secrets of the wealthy investor that can be life transforming.  Over years of working with her investors, Stephanie discovered that the very wealthy view and use money differently than the rest of us; they actively have their money working for them — sometimes in several places at the same time! In addition, they use leverage to accelerate their wealth and give them tax free income upon retirement. Investories: YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@investoriespodcast7744 Tik Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@investoriespod Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/investoriespod/ Email: investoriespodcast@gmail.com Stephanie Walter Website: https://erbewealth.com/ Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/company/erbe-wealth/ Kyle: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/yourmultifamilymentor Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/your_multifamily_mentor/?hl=en John:  Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/hoopeezy/?hl=en Airbnb: https://airbnb.com/h/ponderosapinehaus  

This coming Friday will mark the 2,776th anniversary of the traditional date for the founding of the City of Rome. Click here to support the Wednesday Blog: https://www.patreon.com/sthosdkane --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/sean-thomas-kane/support

Chef Hugo Ortega, nace en la Ciudad de México en 1965, es el mayor de 8 hermanos, al momento de grabar este episodio tiene 57 años de edad, talento nato para el futbol, el origen de su familia proviene de La Mixteca localizada entre Puebla y Oaxaca, su nombre está inmortalizado en un salón del Houston Community College, de donde es egresado, actualmente socio fundador de los restaurants Mexicanos de mayor prestigio en Houston del grupo H Town Restaurant Group, no dicho por el, dicho por varios medios internacionales,  en 2002 abre Hugo´s, 2013 Caracol, 2016 entra como co-propietario con el Chef Rodolfo Castellanos en el restaurant Origen, localizado en Oaxaca, 2017 apertura Xochi y finalmente en 2021 Urbe, donde fue grabado el episodio, este 2023 cumplió 21 años de restaurantero, escritor de 2 libros, el Chef Hugo Ortega es la representación exacta del resultado de la cultura del esfuerzo, entiéndase cultura del esfuerzo como un conjunto de valores notables para alcanzar objetivos, como la tenacidad, compromiso, disciplina, pasión y vocación. Quizás nada de lo que mencionamos hubiera sido realidad si no hubiera llegado a su vida su abuela Delia Ramirez, enterate en este episodio por que?

Greer Gilman has been writing stories set in Cloud, her Northern mythscape, for a quarter of a century. Her books are written for the ear, as much as for the understanding. Like the earliest stories, they are meant to be sung.   Greer Gilman website

Según una tradición que arranca del siglo XII, se celebra el día de hoy el aniversario de la dedicación de la basílica construida por el emperador Constantino en el Laterano. Esta celebración fue primero una fiesta de la ciudad de Roma; más tarde se extendió a toda la Iglesia de rito romano, con el fin de honrar aquella basílica, que es llamada «madre y cabeza de todas las iglesias de la Urbe y del Orbe», en señal de amor y de unidad para con la cátedra de Pedro que, como escribió san Ignacio de Antioquía, «preside a todos los congregados en la caridad.»

Vivien Mattei, Sustituyendo a José Raúl Cepeda NWS San Juan [NOV 4] VIGILANCIA DE INUNDACIONES REPENTINAS DESDE LAS 2 PM HASTA EL LUNES EN LA TARDE • Espere de 3 a 6 pulgadas de lluvia, con cantidades aisladas más altas. Las áreas que probablemente recibirán la mayor cantidad son el E y S de PR, Vieques, Culebra y las USVI. • https://twitter.com/NWSSanJuan/status/1588546091988959233/photo/1 Urbe Apie: Maritza Hernández Colón • Coordinadora de Operaciones Urbe Apie • Colaboradora y del grupo fundador de Urbe Avoz • https://www.urbeapie.com/ Urbe Apie es una organización sin fines de lucro, de base comunitaria que ha transformado la comunidad y la economía del centro urbano de Caguas. La organización Urbe Apie se crea en el año 2015 por vecinos y vecinas de la comunidad de Barrio Pueblo en Caguas. Entre tertulias y encuentros, identificaron dos problemáticas en el área: alto porcentaje de edificios abandonados y pocos espacios de encuentro para el desarrollo socio-económico de la comunidad. Urbe Apie cree firmemente en la autogestión comunitaria brindando servicios y espacios, para el desarrollo personal y profesional de cada individuo de la comunidad, a través de sus proyectos, como la Boutique y Galería comunitaria, Hermanxs de la calle, el Huerto Feliz, El Reflejo, Valle Garita, Urbe Avoz, entre otros. o ¿Quiénes son? o Historia de la organización o Mirada socioeconómica de la situación actual o Proceso de gentrificación o Los marginados, integración y no persecución o Una ONG en el tiempo de OGN’s corporativas o Edificio ocupado: “la gente de la comunidad tiene derecho” o Las autoridades “nos dejan hacer” o Trabajo en conjunto con otras organizaciones o Espacios culturales y actividades

El Chef Hugo Ortega es uno de los nombres más reconocidos en el mundo culinario en Houston. Gracias a él, podemos disfrutar deliciosos platillos mexicanos a pesar de vivir lejos de nuestro país que tanto extrañamos. Hugo nació en la Ciudad de México y tiene una historia del sueño americano cumplido y bien merecido comenzando su carrera como lavaplatos para convertirse más adelante en uno de los chefs más reconocidos de la cocina mexicana en Estados Unidos.En este episodio Hugo nos lleva por un recorrido culinario por México al platicarnos de cada uno de los conceptos de sus restaurantes, de su niñez cocinando a lado de su abuela en la Mixteca, además de la experiencia de cocinar a lado de Diana Kennedy durante más de seis años.Hugo tiene una pasión desbordada por Oaxaca y todos los extraordinarios ingredientes que ofrece y la muestra en dos de sus restaurantes, Xochi, en Houston y Orígen en Oaxaca. También compartió con nosotros su reciente experiencia en Top Chef, además de su lugar favorito para comer en Houston además de sus restaurantes, por supuesto.A lo largo de su carrera ha adquirido un gran reconocimiento tanto local como nacional e internacional, gracias a su pasión por compartir la cultura y la cocina tradicional mexicana.Hoy es chef ejecutivo y copropietario de cinco de los mejores restaurantes en Houston, Hugo's, Caracol, Xochi, Urbe y Backstreet Café. Ha sido el ganador del premio Best Chef Southwest de los prestigiosos premios de la fundación James Beard, después de haber quedado como finalista por seis años consecutivos.Muchas gracias a Hugo Ortega por haber compartido sus increíbles historias en Ciudad H, estamos seguras las disfrutarán tanto como nosotras.Conozcan todo acerca del Chef Hugo Ortega aquí: Chef Hugo OrtegaMándenos un DM en Instagram:@ciudadhpodcast@ana_beat@yomarianablogPara colaboraciones pueden escribirnos a ciudadhpodcast@gmail.com

Nació en Roma hacia el año 540. Desempeñó primero diversos cargos públicos, y llegó luego a ser prefecto de la Urbe. Más tarde, se dedicó a la vida monástica, fue ordenado diácono y nombrado legado pontificio en Constantinopla. El día 3 de septiembre del año 590 fue elegido papa, cargo que ejerció como verdadero pastor, en su modo de gobernar, en su ayuda a los pobres, en la propagación y consolidación de la fe. Tiene escritas muchas obras sobre teología moral y dogmática. Murió el día 12 de marzo del año 604.

It's team-chat Thursday! Today, we are talking about all the great spots you can take your dog in Houston. Also! We are sharing some tips that, in this blistering heat, might help keep your dog safe from burning, dehydration and heat exhaustion. Join us! Also, you should check out Johnny Steele Dog Park- you might just catch host Lisa Gray there! (It's awesome.) Millie Bush Dog Park is the fantastic dog park that Ferrill visited in Katy. Make sure to bring a tennis ball for the pool ;) Cabela's around 288 at the Sam Houston Tollway - they are very dog friendly! So is Baybrook Mall - and the great Chef Hugo Ortega restaurant Urbe! Want more Houston news? Then make sure to sign up for our morning newsletter here We're also on Twitter! Follow us at @CityCastHouston Not on social media? Then leave us a voicemail or text us at +1 713-489-6972 with your thoughts! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Note to Patreon backers: You received this episode on November 10, 2021, but due to an oversight, it was never posted here. Normally you hear episodes a week in advance, but this one you received eight months in advance! Thank you to everyone for your patience. This episode is brought to you by Perhaps The Stars, the fourth and final novel in the Terra Ignota series, available now from (referrer links) Amazon, Barnes And Noble,  Books-A-Million, Apple Books, and Indiebound. Naomi Kritzer has been publishing her science fiction and fantasy for the last twenty years. She lives in Saint Paul, Minnesota, US, and likes to think about ways to describe the future both near and far. Her new book is Chaos on CatNet, the sequel to Catfishing on CatNet published by Tor Teen. Naomi Kritzer's homepage Naomi Kritzer's Twitter

This is the second half of a conversation between Ada Palmer and Jo Walton, about writing chapters. This was a two-hour conversation, so our previous episode had the first hour, and this episode has the second hour.

This is the first half of a conversation between Ada Palmer and Jo Walton, about writing chapters. This was a two-hour conversation, so this episode has the first hour, and the next episode will have the second hour.  

The Word of the Day is an adverb that means “from the founding of the city,” which refers to the legendary founding of Rome circa 753 B.C. Do you know it? Listen now and then check out more here!

This is part one of a conversation between Ada Palmer and Jo Walton, about how an author can craft the early part of a novel to set up the reader's expectations about what kind of a book to expect. This was a two-hour conversation, so this episode has the first hour, and the next episode will be part two.

David Perry is a freelance journalist covering politics, history, education, and disability rights. He was a professor of Medieval History at Dominican University from 2006-2017, and now works as an academic advisor in the history department of the University of Minnesota. His scholarly work focuses on Venice, the Crusades, and the Mediterranean World. Numerous topics covered include: Reasons to study history; how historical figures and institutions claimed legitimacy; calling an Age "Dark" or "Golden" in order to get legitimacy; patronage of the arts to prop up legitimacy; fake innovation and fake continuity; bastardy; parrots and coconuts in medieval Europe; and more!   David Perry website David Perry Patreon "The Bright Ages: A New History of Medieval Europe" by Matthew Gabriele and David M. Perry

Ruthanna Emrys is an author of science fiction and fantasy such as The Innsmouth Legacy series and Deep Roots, which are hopeful Lovecraftian fantasy, and the forthcoming A Half-Built Garden, a hopeful science fiction novel of first contact. Ruthanna Emrys Patreon "Reading The Weird" column on Tor.com Ruthanna Emrys homepage