Podcasts about Ville

durée : 00:04:12 - Récits d'enquête - par : Mattéo Caranta - Comment saisir le temps long de l'urbanisme ? "Marsactu" publie un reportage-enquête en 6 épisodes sur Euroméditerranée, lancé en 1995 qui avait pour ambition de participer à la renaissance de la deuxième ville de France.

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Graham Robb was born in Manchester in 1958 and is a former fellow of Exeter College, Oxford. He has published widely on French literature and history. His book The Discovery of France won both the Duff Cooper and Royal Society of Literature Ondaatje Prizes. For Parisians the City of Paris awarded him the Grande Médaille de la Ville de Paris. He lives on the English-Scottish border. On this episode of Little Atoms he talks to Neil Denny about his latest book The Discovery of Britain. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Ville Tolvanen oli ja on digitalisaation edelläkävijä, hallitustyön kehittäjä, sijoittaja, omistaja, yrittäjä ja montaa muutakin.  Kasvuyrittämistarinastaja asuntojen flippaustaustasta Taloudellisesta riippumattomuudesta, ajan jakamisesta Suomen ja Italian välillä Kuluttamisen tarpeista  ja ihmiselämän sykleistä Etätyömahdollisuuden lisääntymisestä Lomataloidean syntymisestä Italian talon pohdituista hankintakriteereistä 5 vuotta tyhjänä olleen talon hankkimisesta ja remontoimisesta Talon Airbnb -vuokraamisesta; vuokrauskausi, asiakkaat Pankkiasioista ja rahoituksesta Toisen kohteen hankkimisesta Italiasta omaa elämäntapaa täydentämään Miten lähestyä kannattavuusajattelua, ansaintalogiikkaa, tuoton lähteistä Kolmannen, konseptia täydentävän kohteen tulosta mukaan Italiasta, riskeistä, kulttuurista, taloudesta Mahdollisista seuraavista askelista Insta agnes_and_albin, villetolvanen Nettisivut Ville Tolvanen Kiitos Ostan Asuntoja -sisällön mahdollistavalle sponsorille: Sijoitusasunnot.comostaa huolellisesti tutkimiaan kokonaisia kerrostaloja ja myy niistä valmiiksi vuokrattuja sijoitusasuntoja alle markkinahinnan. Mikäli etsit kassavirtapositiivista sijoitusasuntoa, liity sijoitusasunnot.cominsijoittajalistalle. Saat uusista kohteista kattavat myyntimateriaalit, joissa on asuntosijoittajan keskeisimmät tunnusluvut ja taloyhtiöiden tiedot selkeässä muodossa. Tarjolla on myös monimuotoista opastusta asuntosijoittamisen saloihin ja sisältöä Instassa, Facebookissa ja YouTubessa. Tutustu maksuttomaan Asuntosijoituskouluun Lue Sijoitusasunnot.com Blogista: Täydellinen vuokrailmoitus Kolmen kivijalan kasvattamisesta fokus yhteen Henri Neuvonen – Ostan Asuntoja Podcast #378 Kiitos Ostan Asuntoja -sisällön mahdollistavalle sponsorille: Vuokraustoiminta on tärkeä osa asuntosijoittamista. Ajan tai taitojen puuttuessa sen voi ulkoistaa OVV:n ammattilaiselle oli kyseessä sitten yksittäinen vuokra-asunto tai suursijoittajan asuntosalkku. Mikäli haluat vain keskittyä nauttimaan sijoitusasuntosi tuotosta, OVV Kokonaispalveluon sopiva vaihtoehto. Se on kaiken kattava "avaimet käteen" -konsepti, jossa OVV hoitaa kaiken vuokrasuhteen alusta loppuun myöntäen vuokratakuun koko vuokrasuhteen ajalle. Jos vuokralainen ei maksaisi vuokraansa, paikallinen OVV:n toimisto maksaa sen. Mikäli haluat apua hyvän vuokralaisen löytämisessä mutta hoidat vuokrasuhteen hallinnan itse, OVV Vuokravälityspalveluon oikea vaihtoehto. OVV palvelee ja neuvoo koko vuokrasuhteen ajan. OVV.com OVV Asuntopalvelut Instagram, Facebook- Marko Kaarton Blogi Marko Kaarto – Ostan Asuntoja Podcast #362 Jyväskylässä 250 asuntoa vuodessa Kim Kähkönen Osa 1 – Ostan Asuntoja Podcast #381 Kiitos Ostan Asuntoja -sisällön mahdollistavalle sponsorille: On kuulopuheita ja luulopuheita – ja sitten on oikeaa tietoa. Tätä tietoa ja tukea tarjoaa yli 34 000 jäsenen Suomen Vuokranantajat. Jäsenenä saat pääsyn muun muassa vuokranantajan työkaluihin, markkinatietoon, kattavaan tietopankkiin ja maksuttomaan lakineuvontaan. Luotettavaa osaamista. Liity jäseneksi ja suosittele kaverillesi: vuokranantajat.fi/liity Työpaikalle on kiva mennä Eemeli Karlsson Osa 1 – Ostan Asuntoja Podcast #310 Karlsson, Grahn, Parviainen, Huru – Kuukausipalaveri 26 – Ostan Asuntoja Podcast #384   Naapurikodit ostaa kokonaisia kiinteistöjä, jalostaa niistä viihtyisiä koteja ja jää omistajaksi nostamaan taloyhtiön arvoa. Osa asunnoista tarjotaan ostettavaksi. Haluatko asuntosijoittajana mukaan? Lue lisää naapurikodit .fi   Naapurikoteja Anniina ja Jesse Parviainen Osa 1 – Ostan Asuntoja Podcast #283 Taloyhtiösäästö etsii säästö- ja lisätulokohteita taloyhtiöllesi. Palvelulla on tulostakuu. Maksat vain toteutuneesta taloudellisesta tuloksesta. Katso lisää taloyhtiosaasto.fi Uudistunut Vuokraovi on entistä houkuttelevampi vuokra-asuntojen markkinapaikka, jossa hyvää vuokrakotia etsivät vuokralaiset ja niitä tarjoavat vuokranantajat onnistuvat löytämään toisensa vieläkin helpommin. Vuokraovi.com   Oletko ostamassa sijoitusasuntoa ja haluaisit markkinahinta-arvion ostettavasta asunnosta? Pankkiarvio.fi on edullinen ja helppo palvelu tähän tarpeeseen. Täytät vain omat tietosi ja lähetät sinulla olevat dokumentit. Markkinahinta-arvion avulla saat näkemystä siihen, ettet maksa asunnosta liikaa. Pankkiarvio.fi. Roni Arvonen – Asunnoista, Podcastista, X:stä, elämästä – Ostan Asuntoja Podcast #341 "Haluaisitko olla itsevarma asuntosijoittaja? Jo yli sata asuntosijoittajaa on käynyt Ostan Asuntoja Podistakin tutun Suvi Schwabin Asuntoasiaa -valmennuksen, jossa teoria muuttuu käytännön teoiksi henkilökohtaisen sparrauksen avulla. Lisätietoa viestimällä suvi@asuntoasiaa.fi tai Instassa Asuntoasiaa. Hoida kohteidesi ja vuokrasuhteidesi elinkaaren hallinta kasvavan asiakasjoukon tarpeiden pohjalta jatkuvasti kehittyvän Flatcon avulla. Yksityinen vuokranantaja voi käyttää Flatcon perustoimintoja maksutta ja lisäpalveluja joustavasti tarpeen mukaan. Johtava vuokranantajan verkkopalvelu Flatco.fi Seuraava Marko Kaarton järjestämä Ammattimainen asuntosijoittaminen -valmennus pidetään 7. helmikuuta 26 Valmentajina: Terhi Majasalmi, Mikko Sjögren, Mika Sucksdorff, Hannu Liitsola ja Marko Kaarto. Aika: 7.2.2026 klo 9.30–19.00 Paikka Teknopolis Ruoholahti Helsinki tai etäosallistuen Koodilla HURU Ostan Asuntoja seuraajista 10 nopeinta saa valmennuksen ennakkotarjoushintaan 339 €. asuntosijoituskirja.fi/valmennukset Marko Kaarto järjesti 13.9.25 Ammattimainen asuntosijoittaminen -valmennuksen. Osallistujia oli yli 220. Valmentajina Tellu Uotila, Joonas Orava, Heikki Pajunen, Heikki Karu ja Marko Kaarto. Tilaa noin 6,5 tunnin taltiointi hintaan 247 € koodilla HURU25. Linkki tässä tai Ostan Asuntoja Blogissa. Asuntosijoittamisen lumipalloefekti -kirjan tilauspaikka on asuntosijoituskirja.fi. Alekoodi TAVOITE. Sinustako flippaaja? -kirjan alekoodi on FLIPPAA. E-kirjat saa luettavaksi heti.  Marko Kaarton esikoiskirja "Sijoita Asuntoihin! 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October brought AI hype, digital euro déjà vu, and the shocking return of crypto — which means it was just another totally normal month in Nordic fintech.Pål, Ville, and Janne reunite to unpack the biggest stories from the Helsinki Fintech Farm newsletter. Spoiler: every startup is now an AI company. From automated compliance tools to AI-powered CFOs and even kiosks that buy your old phone via Swish — if it's got electricity, someone's calling it AI.Meanwhile, Klarna is back in the headlines with a new subscription model that makes Ville long for more gamified tiers, Pål rant about paying to breathe, and Janne quietly celebrate another strong month for dad jokes. The trio also tackle the ECB's digital euro saga — now entering its “we promise it's still happening” phase — and Nordea's cautious dip into crypto trading, which Ville swears has absolutely nothing to do with his day job.Your biweekly dose of fintech group therapy is here — complete with skepticism, sarcasm, and just enough substance to make it count. In other words: business as usual at Fintech Daydreaming.Episode hosted by Pål Krogdahl, Ville Sointu & Janne SalminenEpisode produced and edited by Fintech Daydreaming- Email us on Hello@FintechDaydreaming.com- Fintech Daydreaming home page - https://www.FintechDaydreaming.com- Fintech Daydreaming on Twitter - https://twitter.com/FintechDaydream- Fintech Daydreaming on LinkedIn - https://www.linkedin.com/company/fintech-daydreaming- Pål Krogdahl - https://www.linkedin.com/in/krogdahl/- Ville Sointu - https://www.linkedin.com/in/ville-sointu-54682b/

Enfin un signal positif envoyé à l'Assemblée nationale aux propriétaires des résidences secondaires dans le cadre de l'examen du budget 2026. Un amendement porté par Corentin Le Fur, député (LR) des Côtes-d'Armor et adopté le 3 novembre 2025 a pour principal objectif de ramener de 22 à 17 ans la durée de détention d'une résidence secondaire pour être totalement exonéré d'impôt sur la plus-value. Ramener cette durée à dix-sept ans permettrait selon le député breton de «fluidifier le marché de l'immobilier et de favoriser la mise en vente de logements vacants et de stimuler les transactions dans l'ancien tout en maintenant un cadre dissuasif pour les opérations spéculatives à court terme». Encore faut-il que cet amendement soit bien accueilli au Sénat pour être définitivement adopté dans le projet de loi de finances 2026 à l'heure où la Haute assemblée démarre l'examen du texte à compter du mardi 25 novembre 2025. Par ailleurs, ce même député a décidé de proposer une loi pour expulser plus rapidement les locataires mauvais payeurs et fluidifier une fois le marché locatif et d'aller plus loin que la loi Kasbarian portée l'an dernier par l'ancien ministre du Logement en accélérant la procédure. Une mesurequi va plaire au nouveau ministre de la Ville et du logement Vincent Jeanbrun favorable à faciliter l'expulsion des locataires délinquants. Ecoutons Corentin Le Fur, député (LR) de la 3èmecirconscription des Côtes-d'Armor (Lamballe-Loudéac), successeur de son père Marc Le Fur l'an dernier, après avoir occupé le poste de député des Côtes-d'Armor durant vingt-six ans.

En Skoda Enyaq fik en batterifejl kort efter, at bilens batterigaranti udløb ved 160.000 km. Forløbet rejser et spørgsmål, mange elbilsejere før eller siden må forholde sig til. Batteriet gav først lyd fra sig, da kilometertælleren havde passeret det punkt, hvor garantien stopper. Kort efter 160.000 km meldte en Skoda Enyaq pludselig batterifejl. Diagnosen pegede mod en defekt celle i bilens stærkstrømsbatteri og en mulig regning på titusindvis af kr.Forhandler og importør vurderede, at sagen lå uden for garantien, og ejeren stod tilbage med både usikkerhed og et potentielt dyrt problem. Det er netop den utryghed, der gør sagen relevant for alle, der kører mange kilometer i elbil. For hvad sker der, når batteriet giver tegn på problemer efter garantienI denne uges Bilradio dykker Christian Schacht og Jan Lang ned i sagen og det voksende spørgsmål omkring batterigarantier og økonomisk risiko.Derudover ser de nærmere på de største nyheder fra branchen. Porsche Cayenne lander som elbil og bliver den billigste Cayenne i mange år. Mercedes gør klar til premieren på GLB EQ Tech og løfter sløret for nye detaljer om den elektriske E-klasse, der kommer i 2027.Samtidig får Kia EV4 danske priser og melder sig ind i det populære prislag omkring 300.000 kr. Vært: Christian Schacht Redaktør: Jacob Grosen Klip og produktion: Kasper RisgaardSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

I 1999 flytter Anna Libak med mand og to små børn til Moskva. Hun bliver Ruslands-korrespondent for Berlingske, og han får job som fuldmægtig på ambassaden. Efter fire år flytter familien hjem igen, og kort efter får Christian job i Bruxelles. Anna Libak bliver i København med deres to små børn. Hun prøver efter bedste evne at være en rigtig mor, selvom hun godt ved, at hun ikke ligner de andre mødre i skolen, og bliver set på som en, der vil stjæle de andres mænd, når hun ankommer alene til sammenkomster på børnenes skole. Vært: Anne Sofie Kragh Klipper: Leo Peter Larsen Redaktør: Michelle Mølgaard Andersen Research: Sarah BechSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

I dagens avsnitt:Spelad matcherKommande matcherÖvrig hockeyÖvrig sportEfter en blekare insats mot Vimmerby så hade Löven 3 matcher med chans till revansch, och det blev ju väldigt bra. 9 pinnar in på kontot och Löven ser fortsatt stabila ut! Vi tar er genom klassiska Rocklunda, vi pratar om matcher som spelats och även kommande matcher! Lite övrig hockey och sport också, som alltid! God lyssning och trevlig helg!Swishnumret till Green Devils tifoverksamhet: 123 049 88 24KontaktFeedback, skicka ett e-mail till:poddplatsh@gmail.comSociala MediaInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/poddplatsh Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/poddplatshX: https://x.com/poddplatsh Tack för att ni lyssnar! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Première diffusion : mai 2025 Découvrez l'effroyable traque de Warren Jeffs.  leader autoproclamé d'un mouvement religieux sectaire, longtemps intouchable. Derrière ses discours, un système de contrôle total, de manipulations psychologiques et d'abus passés sous silence. Pendant des années, il a échappé à la justice, s'est volatilisé, protégé par ses fidèles et par la peur. Mais peu à peu, les témoignages se multiplient. Et la traque commence… Une ville pour les fidèles  Warren Jeffs disparaît, mais garde la mainmise sur sa communauté, bannissant des hommes et s'appropriant leurs familles. En cavale à travers les États-Unis, il multiplie les déguisements et construit en secret un temple à El Dorado, au Texas. Tandis que ses fidèles vident leurs comptes pour financer sa fuite, il continue de marier des fillettes et vit reclus avec ses nombreuses épouses. Le silence de la communauté et l'isolement du lieu attisent les soupçons, jusqu'au témoignage décisif d'Elissa Ward, une jeune fille mariée de force. Grâce à elle, Jeffs devient l'un des 10 fugitifs les plus recherchés du FBI. Pour découvrir une autre traque, cliquez ci-dessous : ⁠[INÉDIT] Richard Ramirez, au nom de Satan : la rencontre avec le diable (1/4)⁠ ⁠[INÉDIT] Richard Ramirez, au nom de Satan : le sevrage fatal (2/4)⁠ ⁠[INÉDIT] Richard Ramirez, au nom de Satan : un tueur sans cible (3/4)⁠ ⁠[INÉDIT] Richard Ramirez, au nom de Satan : une chasse à l'homme (4/4) drame (4/4)⁠ Crédits : Production : Bababam  Textes : Capucine Lebot Voix : Anne Cosmao, Aurélien Gouas Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

durée : 00:02:45 - L'info d'ici, ici Pays d'Auvergne - La Ville de Clermont-Ferrand a signé ce mercredi son 3e contrat local de santé, ainsi que le conseil local en santé mentale, sur la période 2025-2030. Deux textes en faveur de la santé des Clermontois. Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

Alors que la magie de Noël s'empare de Sélestat, les petites mains s'activent avant le lancement officiel des festivités ce vendredi 21 novembre. De la mise en place des différentes décorations à l'habillage des sapins, ou encore au soin de certains détails, de nombreux services de la Ville sont mobilisés pour embellir la cité humaniste durant toute cette période. Philippe Rauel, responsable du service Festivités, Lisa Kauffmann, responsable du fleurissement, Édouard Schupp et Mathias Jehl, du service Espaces verts, et Guillaume Carpentier, chef d'équipe du service Manifestation, témoignent de leur engagement et de leur passion durant cette intense période de préparations.Le lien vers l'article complet : Les interviews sont également à retrouver sur les plateformes Spotify, Deezer, Apple Podcasts, Podcast Addict ou encore Amazon Music.Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

THOMASVILLE — A fourth lawsuit has been filed against a Ukrainian truck driver accused in a deadly crash that killed two people in Thomasville in May. Horace Bradford Larrimore filed the latest suit last week through his attorney, according to Fox10 News. Larrimore, who was injured in the crash, said he continues to suffer from pain. The lawsuit names truck driver Andrii Dmyterko and others who may be found liable. It joins three previous lawsuits filed against Dmyterko in connection with the wreck. Police said the crash happened when Dmyterko's big rig plowed through several cars stopped at a traffic...Article Link

durée : 00:03:20 - Le Regard culturel - par : Lucile Commeaux - Le cinéaste italien Gianfranco Rosi signe un nouveau documentaire magnifique et profondément attachant sur Naples et alentours, un lieu marqué par les catastrophes et les renaissances.

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durée : 00:03:20 - Le Regard culturel - par : Lucile Commeaux - Le cinéaste italien Gianfranco Rosi signe un nouveau documentaire magnifique et profondément attachant sur Naples et alentours, un lieu marqué par les catastrophes et les renaissances.

durée : 00:02:18 - Les toilettes et la ville de Brest Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

Tous les matins, 8h50 sur Chérie FM, Alex et Tiffany l'équipe du Réveil Chérie vont chacun vous donner une info ! Une seule est vraie ! L'autre est complètement fausse !" A vous de trouver qui dit vrai !

durée : 00:05:56 - Le Journal de l'éco - par : Anne-Laure Chouin - La redynamisation des centres-villes est un enjeu majeur pour les élus. Mais leurs leviers pour orienter l'offre commerciale restent limités. - invités : Pascal Madry Urbaniste, directeur de l'Institut pour la Ville et le Commerce

Nous sommes au cœur des années 1960, les Golden Sixties, celles de l'automobile reine. De plus en plus de Belges en possèdent une car elle est synonyme de déplacement rapide et confortable. La voiture est, à l'époque, le symbole du progrès et de la liberté. Les responsables politiques, les administrations, les bureaux d'urbanisme redoublent donc d'imagination pour lui dérouler le tapis rouge : routes, autoroutes, parkings, tunnels, viaducs... Rien n'est trop beau pour l'auto. Problème à Bruxelles, la circulation, dans le centre-ville, est difficile car les rues sont étroites. Il faut donc fluidifier. Rendre plus rapides les entrées et sorties de la capitale. Comment faire ? Tunnels, viaducs, carrefours gigantesques, élargissement de rues, mises à sens unique : les propositions ne manquent pas. L'une des plus surprenantes consiste en un tunnel routier sous le Parc de Bruxelles, que l'on appelle le Parc royal. Il permettrait de quitter facilement le centre et de rejoindre la large rue Belliard, qui est une voie express vers l'autoroute de Liège. Pharaonique et curieux programme … qui n'a jamais vu le jour. En effet, ni les Travaux Publics, ni l'Urbanisme, ni la Ville de Bruxelles ne l'ont soutenu et pourtant, personne ne semble s'y être opposé. Le premier choc pétrolier de 1972 et les difficultés budgétaires de cette décennie ont vraisemblablement contribué à cet abandon, sans combat, ni même qu'une décision n'ait été prise. Il n'y a donc pas eu besoin de mobilisation citoyenne pour remettre en cause ce projet qui, aujourd'hui, nous paraît irresponsable. Mais la capitale européenne ne manque pas de réalisations ou … de destructions controversées, en témoigne la création du néologisme « Bruxellisation » qui y fait référence dans le monde entier. Si un certain nombre sont devenues réalité, d'autres, à l'instar du tunnel sous le Parc royal, sont passées dans les oubliettes de l'histoire de l'urbanisme. Et dans bien des cas, l'intervention de l'initiative citoyenne aura été déterminante. Une opposition ferme et organisée. A quoi avons-nous échappé ? Avec nous : Vincent Carton, ingénieur civil et urbaniste. Auteur de « Victoires Urbaines – Le jour se lèvera ici » ; CFC éd. + Arau (Atelier de recherche et d'Action Urbaines). Sujets traités : Bruxelles, urbanisme, massacre, Golden Sixties, autoroutes, parkings, tunnels, viaducs, routes, Bruxellisation, Parc royal, Merci pour votre écoute Un Jour dans l'Histoire, c'est également en direct tous les jours de la semaine de 13h15 à 14h30 sur www.rtbf.be/lapremiere Retrouvez tous les épisodes d'Un Jour dans l'Histoire sur notre plateforme Auvio.be :https://auvio.rtbf.be/emission/5936 Intéressés par l'histoire ? Vous pourriez également aimer nos autres podcasts : L'Histoire Continue: https://audmns.com/kSbpELwL'heure H : https://audmns.com/YagLLiKEt sa version à écouter en famille : La Mini Heure H https://audmns.com/YagLLiKAinsi que nos séries historiques :Chili, le Pays de mes Histoires : https://audmns.com/XHbnevhD-Day : https://audmns.com/JWRdPYIJoséphine Baker : https://audmns.com/wCfhoEwLa folle histoire de l'aviation : https://audmns.com/xAWjyWCLes Jeux Olympiques, l'étonnant miroir de notre Histoire : https://audmns.com/ZEIihzZMarguerite, la Voix d'une Résistante : https://audmns.com/zFDehnENapoléon, le crépuscule de l'Aigle : https://audmns.com/DcdnIUnUn Jour dans le Sport : https://audmns.com/xXlkHMHSous le sable des Pyramides : https://audmns.com/rXfVppvN'oubliez pas de vous y abonner pour ne rien manquer.Et si vous avez apprécié ce podcast, n'hésitez pas à nous donner des étoiles ou des commentaires, cela nous aide à le faire connaître plus largement. Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

durée : 00:35:14 - Le 18/20 · Le téléphone sonne - Le narcotrafic se tient désormais dans les zones rurales. Depuis le décès du frère de Mehdi Kessaci à Marseille le 13 novembre dernier, le gouvernement entend faire des choix forts. Mais comment faire ? Pour répondre, Erwan Coiffard, Frédéric Masquier et Jérôme Durain Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

Jeg elsker julen - og også adventssøndagene, som er noget helt særligt med stearinlys og hyggelig stemning og ro. Problemet er dog, at langsomhed og ro om søndagen ikke indfinder sig automatisk. Og selvom det måske er urealistisk at tilbringe hele dagen i stilhed og ro, så vil jeg gerne sørge for, at der i det mindste bliver en rolig stund i løbet af dagen.At dedikere en stund til ro og langsomhed kan gøre en kæmpe forskel og kan sænke tempoet i hele resten af din uge. I dagens episode inviterer jeg dig til at overveje, hvordan du kan få mere ro og hvile ind i dine adventssøndage.>>> Se øvrige noter og tilmeld dig min adventshvilekalender her

À l'approche des fêtes de fin d'année, la Ville de Haguenau revêt ses habits de lumière. La Maison des Associations et les services municipaux ont œuvré ensemble à la conception des décors et à l'installation des illuminations, afin d'offrir un cadre accueillant et festif. Plus d'une cinquantaine de chalets animeront le centre-ville, proposant produits artisanaux, spécialités locales et idées cadeaux. Un espace sera également dédié à des crèches géantes, sans oublier les concerts, spectacles, déambulations et contes de Noël proposés durant la période des festivités ! Ces dernières seront lancées dès ce vendredi 21 novembre, à partir de 17h, avec des animations musicales et déambulations féériques. Le marché de Noël, unique dans le nord de l'Alsace à être ouvert tous les jours (sauf le 25 décembre), se tiendra du 21 novembre au 30 décembre 2025. Toute l'actualité de Noël à Haguenau est également à découvrir sur le site internet noelahaguenau.fr et notre station radio éphémère, Azur Noël sur le 99.2 FM à Haguenau.Retrouvez les différentes festivités de Noël en Alsace dans notre article : https://www.azur-fm.com/news/les-festivites-de-noel-prevues-ce-week-end-en-alsace-2584Les interviews sont également à retrouver sur les plateformes Spotify, Deezer, Apple Podcasts, Podcast Addict ou encore Amazon Music.Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Témoignage recueilli dans le cadre de l'exposition En toile de fond présentée en 2024 à la Bibliothèque de la Ville de La Chaux-de-Fonds à l'occasion des 80 d'histoire du Club 44. - Marie DuPasquier est muséologue et curatrice indépendante. Dans ses recherches récentes, elle se concentre sur la conception et les dispositifs d'exposition, l'activation des systèmes d'images et l'entrelacement des corps, des comportements, de l'architecture, des œuvres et des matériaux dans l'espace avec l'idée de l'exposition comme zone de contacts rapprochés. Depuis 2015, elle est la directrice de Display, espace de pratiques artistiques et curatoriales à Berlin (DE). Elle revient sur l'exposition En toile de fond, dont elle a été la curatrice et la commissaire, abordant ses recherches, les axes définis et les dispositifs imaginés. - Enregistré au Club 44 au printemps 2025. Afficher moins

Levée du drapeau palestinien à l’Hôtel de Ville de Toronto. La rencontre Mulroney-Dutrizac avec Ben Mulroney, animateur du Ben Mulroney show. Regardez aussi cette discussion en vidéo via https://www.qub.ca/videos ou en vous abonnant à QUB télé : https://www.tvaplus.ca/qub ou sur la chaîne YouTube QUB https://www.youtube.com/@qub_radioPour de l'information concernant l'utilisation de vos données personnelles - https://omnystudio.com/policies/listener/fr

Dans cet épisode des Dérangeants, Farnel reçoit Géraldine Martin, une femme qui a navigué entre la bourse, le micro, les politiques publiques et… un diplôme surprise en direct à la télé. De journaliste économique au Journal de Montréal à directrice de l’entrepreneuriat à la Ville de Montréal, elle n’a jamais hésité à sortir du cadre. Elle nous raconte son parcours éclaté et profondément humain, les conseils qui l’ont marquée (merci Claude Beauchamp), ses réflexions sur l’entrepreneuriat féminin, l’importance de financer les entreprises sous-valorisées, et pourquoi le mythe du Colibri devrait hanter tous les décideurs. On parle aussi de maladie, d’Expo Entrepreneurs, et de son rêve : un Québec où innover ne rime pas juste avec techno, mais aussi avec inclusion, durabilité et gros bon sens. Bref, un épisode pour celles et ceux qui veulent faire leur part, sans passer par la voie facile.Pour de l'information concernant l'utilisation de vos données personnelles - https://omnystudio.com/policies/listener/fr

durée : 00:38:19 - La Terre au carré - par : Mathieu Vidard - Jamais la place des villes n'avait été aussi centrale face aux défis planétaires du changement climatique et des inégalités socio-écologiques. En réponse à ces enjeux a émergé "la ville du quart d'heure", un concept qui replace l'humain et la proximité au centre de l'organisation urbaine. Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

durée : 00:12:34 - Journal de 7 h - En Ukraine, Pokrovsk, la grande ville du Donbass, est sur le point d'être complètement encerclée par les forces russes. Reportage au plus près de la ville sur une route essentielle pour la défense de la région et le repli de l'armée ukrainienne.

durée : 00:12:34 - Journal de 7 h - En Ukraine, Pokrovsk, la grande ville du Donbass, est sur le point d'être complètement encerclée par les forces russes. Reportage au plus près de la ville sur une route essentielle pour la défense de la région et le repli de l'armée ukrainienne.

durée : 00:32:04 - Les Nuits de France Culture - par : Philippe Garbit, Albane Penaranda, Mathilde Wagman - Sis depuis 1888 au 25-28 de la rue du Docteur-Roux dans le 15e arrondissement à Paris, l'Institut Pasteur se consacre à l'étude des micro-organismes et aux vaccins. Déambulation en 1947 au milieu des tubes à essai, dans tous les services de cette "ville minuscule érigée pour le bien de l'Humanité." - réalisation : Virginie Mourthé - invités : Pierre Lépine Médecin et biologiste français (1901-1989)

Mrs. Bateman's Cougar Club: Part 2 The Women of '77 Changed My Life. Based on a post by Sel Wync Dog. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Discrete Services. "Wait; Mrs. Bateman; she paid to have sex with me?" "Yes, Todd." "I don't believe it; She's beautiful, I'd have fucked her for free! Any guy would!" "True, but she's married and discretion is of vital importance. That is half of what she's paying for. A great fuck is the other half. And she said it was worth every penny. In fact she wants to come back next Friday, same time." As I stood there trying to come to grips with this revelation, Mrs. Bateman knelt on the bed, her face pressed into the wet sheets. She inhaled the scent and moaned. I glanced over and saw far enough under her skirt to see she was wearing thigh high stockings rather than pantyhose. I stepped closer and lifted her skirt. She was panty-less. I touched her pussy and found she was very wet. Management Appreciation. "God, Mrs. Bateman, your pussy is soaking wet! Would you like me to fuck it?" I said playfully. "Would you, Todd? That would be so nice." I fucked her from behind as she cooed encouragement. "Oh, that's so good Todd. You have such a big cock. You really are such a nice boy. Yes, just like that. Fuck me, Todd, fuck me good. Oh yes." Despite the vigorous sex with Diane, I had no trouble getting stiff for my mentor, which is what I realized she was. And I was thoroughly enjoying fucking her. Holding her hips and thrusting into her was nice and I could watch my cock sliding in and out. I could see her pussy stretching to accept my cock and when I pulled back, it was covered in her wetness. "Spank me, Todd." "What?" "Spank me!" she said more forcefully. "Spank my ass with your palm." I did and she swore. "Harder!" I smacked her and she yelped. "Yes! That's it! Again! Yes! Not too hard and not too often, okay? You start with a small, light smack and wait to see if she likes it. God, you feel good. Okay, slow it down a bit. That's it, that's it; Yes; Now, I want you to pull out and then press it in slowly. Oh yes, just like that. No, don't shove it in, just ease the tip in; and out; and in...Oh yes, that good. Keep that up for a bit." This felt incredible! The sensation of repeated penetration was amazing but the stimulation was going to make me cum. "I'm going to cum, Mrs. Bateman!" She turned and faced me, grabbing my cock and thrusting it into her mouth and her hands stroked and caressed me. I shot my load into her mouth as she locked her eyes with mine. It was wild, cumming as I stared into her eyes. This time when she'd drained me, she leaned back a bit lifting and cradling her tits. She opened her mouth. Cum flowed over her lips, down her chin, and dripped onto her tits. As I watched she played with it. She ran her fingers through it and then rubbed it into her skin like lotion. And she was smiling wickedly the whole time. We showered, put on robes, and had dinner. Later I changed and went home to await Mom's nightly check-in. After that, I returned to Mrs. Bateman's and we slept in her bed. No sex, just cuddling, kissing, and talking. And it was wonderful. The next morning I awoke with my typical morning woodie and my first thought was to try and fuck the woman sleeping next to me. However she had other ideas and gave me my first titty-fuck. She sucked my cock a bit, licked it up and down, then wrapped her titties around it and stroked. It was fun. Then she laid down and I straddled her, placing my cock between her tits which she then pressed together. As I thrust back and forth she giggled and encouraged me. In a few minutes I came. She grasped my cock, closed her eyes, and directed my spurts of cum to completely cover her face. She then rubbed it around and even licked and swallowed some. She forced her eyes open and stumbled to the dresser mirror. Looking at her image she laughed. "God, that's a lot of cum!" she giggled. "It's weird I know, but I love it so!" She washed her face and shooed me off. A little later as we ate breakfast she said, "You and I are not fucking today. You need to rest up for this evening." "Why?" Sue's Asian Erotics. "You have another client coming over." "Oh?" I said, my eyebrows raising. That afternoon I went to service the Caddy and when I returned there was another car there. I went in, they were again sitting in the living room. "Good! You're here, come on in," she gestured at the other woman, "This is Sue." I noticed she did not elaborate, no last name given. "Sue, this is Todd." Sue looked at me and smiled, "Hello Todd." I smiled, "Hello." Sue was Japanese and it was difficult to guess her age but she had to be in her late thirties or early forties. She was pretty and wore her black hair long and gathered in the back. She had a nice smile and her dark eyes were obviously sizing me up. It felt awkward. Finally she stood and approached me. I stood still as she circled me, one hand gently gliding across my chest, then my back. Sue was probably 5'3". She had a rather petite figure but possessed an air of sophistication and authority. She was wearing a dark blue dress. "Yes, I believe he'll do." she said, then paused and looked at me again. "He understands what; is required? This is all discrete of course;" "Of course," Mrs. Bateman replied and fixed me with an icy stare. "He has far too much to lose." Sue nodded and headed for the stairs. Mrs. Bateman put her arm around me and kissed my neck. "Okay Todd, this is going to be a little different. Sue has fantasies. Many women do. Her's is being taken. Not raped, but you must use a little force to overcome her reluctance. Nothing brutal or violent. She will resist a little and you press on, ignoring it. But if she says 'No' or 'Stop', by god you'd better stop immediately. Do you understand?" "Yeah, I think so. She wants to pretend to resist but really wants it." "Yes." Nervously I went upstairs and knocked on the guest room door. It opened and I stepped in. Sue closed the door behind me and I heard it lock. She had removed the dress and draped it across the chair. Now she wore a small silky white camisole and panties (I would later learn they were called tap panties and resembled running shorts). She said nothing but walked slowly around and climbed onto the bed. Nervously, I began to strip. It wasn't until I was naked and turned to face that she spoke. "Olivia was right! You are big!" she said as she reached out to grasp my swelling cock. I moaned as she squeezed and tugged gently. She rose onto her knees and we kissed. She moved her head from side to side and her kisses grew more intense. I slipped my hands under her camisole but she pushed them away. "Not yet!" "Okay, no rush." I said and she backed away. "You know what to do? What I want?" "Yes, Mrs. Bateman explained." She closed her eyes and was quiet for a moment. Then she took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay, begin." I rose from the bed and walked towards her. Sue turned and faced the wall. I reached out and gripped her shoulders, she flinched and said something in Japanese. I pulled her to me and she resisted. I wrapped my arms about her and kissed her neck. Sue repeated the word, it sounded like 'bango', but short and harsh. I began to slide my hands down and around her waist, she kept her arms clenched tightly over her chest. I kissed the other side of her neck and my kisses slowly climbed up into her hair, behind her ear. I whispered. "I want you; you are so beautiful; give yourself to me, please;" Sue muttered something I couldn't understand. I slid my hands around, onto her belly, my left moved up, under her camisole until her arms stopped me just below her breasts. My right then slid down into her panties. She said something like "Shinaide kudasai;" and tried to pull away. I leaned into her and pressed her against the wall. My hand had reached her mound and I felt her fur. Sue dropped one hand to grasp my wrist. My left hand slid up until it cupped her right breast. It was small but firm and she gasped. I pushed further with my right hand and my fingers found and explored her folds. She whimpered and mumbled words I couldn't make out. I continued to kiss her neck and ear. I continued to gently rub her pussy but didn't try to penetrate her for another minute or two. Slipping my hands free I grasped her shoulders and spun her around. I held her head in both hands and kissed her. She resisted, but only after a moment, turning her head. I then kissed that side of her face, her neck and shoulder. Her chin rose as she mumbled something at the ceiling. I kissed her exposed throat and she seemed to tremble a little. I kissed further down her throat to her chest, as far as the camisole . My hand sliding down to her waist, over her hips and onto her thighs.     Then, very slowly, my kisses rose upwards to her throat and mouth. This time when I kissed her lips she didn't resist. She didn't participate in the kiss, she merely allowed it. My hands, as they rose from her hips slid under her camisole and it lifted. She tried to back away but was against the wall. As my hands reached her armpits I lifted her arms over her head, the camisole following, her breasts exposed as the silk covered her face. Sue was petite and her breasts were small but firm. Her nipples seemed abnormally large in comparison and were stiff and erect in the center of small, dark red areola. I lowered my head and covered them in kisses. Sue continued to mutter in Japanese as I held her arms up. My kisses then roamed higher, up her throat. I kissed her mouth again, shielded by the silk. This time she hesitated then participated in the kiss, her lips moving with mine. I began to slide my hands higher carrying the camisole over her head ever so slowly. I stopped with the silk covering her eyes but our lips met. The kiss was longer and deeper and ever so slowly she seemed to yield more and more. I now had a raging hard on and wanted her badly. I lifted the camisole higher and she pulled her arms free, immediately covering her breasts. I scooped her up and spun, dropping her on the bed. Before she could react, I grabbed her panties and pulled them down and off. She clamped her legs together with one hand over her pussy, the other arm over her breasts. Sue was pleading in Japanese as I grasped her knees and forced her legs open. I peeled her hand away and kissed her dark furred mound, then nuzzled my way down to her wet folds. And Sue was wet. Very wet. As my tongue worked its way in between her lips to lap her juices, Sue moaned loudly. I forced myself to slow down and remember my lessons. I focused on exploring her pussy, ignoring her clitoris. I licked her slit from bottom to top and teased her by trying to thrust my tongue into her. Sue had one hand on my head as if to push me away, though she didn't try very hard. She continued to mutter and mumble and even squeeze with her legs as I caressed her thighs and hips. Finally she ceased altogether as I brought her clitoris into play. Her moans grew louder and her hips started rocking. I waited until she seemed really close and then started sucking on her clit, and flicking it rapidly with the tip of my tongue. Sue started babbling and pawing at my head with both hands. Then her legs began to tremble and quiver, she thrust her hips upwards and cried out. "Hai! Hai! Hai! Ah!" She tensed up, her body rigid yet her muscles trembling, then collapsed. Seizing the opportunity I grabbed my cock and pressed the tip between her lips. Sue's eyes flew open. "Dame, dame, dame!" she begged. I thrust into her and we both cried out. Damn she was tight. Soaking wet but tight. I pulled back and thrust again. Again Sue cried out, I pulled back and thrust again and again and again as she cried and squeezed her breasts. As I thrust faster and faster she panted, the first words in English since we started. "Too much! Oh god! Too much, too much! Oh god!" I was afraid she was about to stop me but she didn't. Instead she grasped my right hand and placed it on her throat. I didn't expect this and, confused, I slowed down. Sure reached up and grabbed me by the throat with both hands. "Fuck me!" she whispered then uttered a stream of harsh sounding Japanese. Okay, well if this is what she wants; I thrust harder and faster and her grip weakened and then failed. I forcibly kissed her without any reaction from her. I was pounding her pussy and she was wailing and crying. She didn't say anything but suddenly I felt her body stiffen and her pussy spasmed around my cock. It was like a fist was squeezing it. I exploded, my cum spurting out and filling her. After what seemed ages, she went limp. I sat up and as I pulled out, a flood of cum flowed out and down. I watched it for a moment then lay down next to her. After a few minutes she stirred. Her hands explored her body, down to her pussy. She rolled to face me. Scooting close she whispered in my ear. "That was incredible; But I have one more favor to ask." "What's that?" "To conclude my fantasy, I need you to bathe with me." Okay... The guest bedroom we were using had its own full bath which included a big tub. Sue and I bathed together and even fucked again, albeit nice and slow. She dressed and then paused at the door. Turning she cupped my face in her hand. "This; was very important to me. I cannot explain why. Just know you have pleased me. Greatly. I will not be back; but I am happy to have had this; affair. Goodbye Todd." She handed me a thick envelope and left. I waited a minute and then dressed and went downstairs. Mrs. Bateman was sitting at the kitchen table. "She said you were perfect. She said she was happy, satisfied and sore." "What was all that about?" I asked. "I believe she was exorcising a demon from her past." Mrs. Bateman replied. "Something she wanted to revisit." "Well it sure was different." "Tell me everything, Todd, and while you do I'll fix you some dinner." Later I dashed home for Mom's 9PM call and then went back to Mrs. Bateman's. We slept together but didn't fuck. She did end up giving me a great blow job before I fell asleep. Mammary Mary. The next couple of days were spent working on her rent house for a few hours and then after dinner, fucking. She showed me new positions and taught me different techniques. We also worked on my foreplay and oral skills. My next client came on Wednesday. I was introduced to an older woman named Mary. She looked me over and, nodding, handed an envelope to Mrs. Bateman. Instead of preceding me up to the room, she took me by the hand and led me upstairs. Mary was older than anyone I had considered having sex with. She was easily fifty or fifty five. But when she dropped her dress I saw only a very sexy woman. Mary stood 5'7" in her high heels, had dark brown hair and brown eyes and an amazing figure. She stood there facing me in black stockings, panties, garter belt and bra. As she strutted across the room to me her eyes never left mine. I felt like she was stalking me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. The first kiss was about five or six seconds, the second was much longer and open mouthed. Then came tongue, but not closed mouthed French kissing. Rather it was open mouthed, her tongue teasing and enticing, dancing just out of reach. She laughed and reached down to rub my crotch. Grabbing my belt she pulled me to the bed. Mary sat and unfastened my belt and jeans then tugged them down, along with my underwear. She toyed with my swelling cock, looked up at me and smiled. She paused to remove her bra. Her tits were probably D cups but sagged, her nipples pointing downward more. Her areola were so pale they were almost invisible but her nipples were nice and long. She still said nothing at all but started stroking my cock. She had magic hands. I'd never felt anyone milk my cock like she was. Mary had a technique that was incredible and in no time I was ready to cum. I warned her that I was close, but she just smiled. "Come on then! Give it to me! Give it to me!" I grunted and came, spurting rope after rope of cum onto her chest and tits. Mary continued to milk my cock until the last drop was deposited on her skin. She stood up and stepped over to the mirror on the dresser. She stood there, admiring her image and smiling for a moment then did something totally surprising. She reached into her bag and pulled out a camera. I recognized it as a Rolleiflex. "Do you know what this is?" she asked. "Yes, my Dad has one." "Do you know how to use it?" "Sure;" "Good," she handed it to me. "Take a few pictures of my spunk covered titties." I opened the camera, took a couple, then suggested she lie on the bed and adjusted the lamp to a better angle and took a few more. She then began to run her fingers through the cum, and told me to take more pictures as she played with it. Finally she pulled her panties off and had me take a couple of photos of her pussy. Now her pussy was crowned with short, dark hair but her pussy itself was almost bare, covered only by a little fuzz and her lips were long and dark. I took a few photos and tried to get really close, but the camera wouldn't focus really close. She sat up and took the camera and placed it back in her bag. She turned and pointed to the bed. I laid down and she squatted and sat on my face, gripping the headboard. I tasted her, she wasn't as sweet as Diane but okay. I went to work and as I did she proceeded to hum. Soon she was rocking her hips a bit, then more and more. She was at last producing a fair quantity of fluids and paused to finger herself.     Satisfied, she scooted down until she was over my cock, grasped it and inserted it. She short-stroked a few times until everything was good and wet and then started taking it all the way in long, slow strokes. She seemed to really like it slow and, well, what the heck? It was sex after all. So what if she was older with weird habits and tastes? I relaxed and savored the feeling of her slow ride as I caressed and squeezed her tits. "You have such a nice cock, Todd," she said and sighed as she took it all. "So nice. You like my titties? Everyone does. Go ahead and suck on them, suck hard, I don't mind. In fact I want you to suck on them till it hurts. Yes; now the other one; oh; yes; Would it shock you to know that I like it rough? That I like a little pain?" As I sucked on her tit I spanked her. Mary yelped then grinned. "Yes, please!" "Harder;" Smack. "Harder!" Whack! "Yes!" Whack! "More! Please!" Whack! Acting on impulse I grabbed her hips and rocked her forward onto her knees. With her weight off of me I started driving my cock in and out of her faster and faster. Mary's voice rose an octave or two. "Ah!" As I fucked her, my hands were squeezing her ass and I felt her puckered asshole beneath my middle finger. I pushed on it. "Oh My God! Yes! Yes! Do It!" she cried out. I pushed harder and the tip of my finger penetrated her to my first knuckle. "Oh! Oh god, oh god, oh god;" she moaned. "Spank me! Bite me! Fuck me!" I sucked as much of her tit into my mouth as possible and bit down, albeit lightly, just enough for her to feel my teeth, as I spanked her with my left hand. She yelped and jerked and my finger slid in up to the second knuckle. I could feel my dick sliding in and out I pressed down towards it. ""Oh God! Gah!" she screamed and climaxed. Her body shook and tears filled her eyes. Soon she collapsed on top of me and sobbed. A few minutes passed and she regained her composure. My cock had slipped from her and slowly she rolled off and lay next to me. I rose on one elbow and brushed the hair from her face. "Are you okay?" I asked. Her mascara was streaked and her eyes were red. She sniffed and smiled. "Yes." She sighed and then took a deep breath. "I suppose I owe you an explanation;" "No. Not at all." I answered. "I want to please you and that means doing whatever you want." Mary stared at me as if I had grown horns or turned blue. She blinked a few times and shook her head. "I don't believe it. I-I thought you wanted to fuck and cum like all young guys. No one has ever been focused on me, on my wants. That's why I decided to hire a lover. But I still expected you to want to finish;" "Oh, I do. If you want to, that is. But if you get dressed and leave right now, that's okay too. I won't starve for sex." Mary smiled and touched my cock. "No, I don't suppose you would." She snuggled in close and was quiet for a minute. "Todd, if you're really telling the truth about pleasing me; Well, there is something I want to do." "Okay; What is it?" Mary got up and rummaged in her bag. She came back to the bed with her camera and a bottle of lube. "I want you to take a photo of my pussy with your cock in it." "Um; okay." "I have my own darkroom and develop all my photos myself. These photos allow me to uh; pleasure myself when I'm without a lover." Mary laid down and I played with her pussy. She encouraged me to use some lube and it did help. Then after fucking her for a minute or two, I sat up and took the photos as she'd instructed. A few with my cock all the way in, a few with it barely in, and a few with it out, just touching her lips. Mary took the camera and set it aside. She caressed and squeezed her breasts, smiling at me. "Okay, dear boy, you've been so patient and understanding. I owe you a good time. I want you to fuck me, any way you want, just as long as you cum. I want to feel you cum deep inside me, filling me with your hot spunk!" I grinned and leaned forward and picked up speed. Mary was kissing me and encouraging me. "Oh that's so good! Yes! Oh god, what a good fuck! Go on Todd, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" I kissed her then whispered in her ear, "Do you like it? Is it good?" "Yes!" she responded. "Are you going to climax again?" "I; I don't know;" "I want you to climax again. I want to feel you climax as I fuck you." She was quiet for a moment. "Mary, you said everyone loves your titties;" "Yes!" "Do you?" "Yes!" "Show me. Suck on them!" I rose up as she gathered her titties and began to suck on first one and then the other. I grabbed her ankles and held them up as I thrust in and out. I watched her suck and squeeze them and felt myself getting close. I drove my cock in deep and hard and held it as I came. Confined as it was, my cock struggled to spurt forth its load. With the thrust and first spurt Mary gasped. "Oh god! I'm cumming!" We stared into each other's eyes as we climaxed. It was amazing. When I'd finished and got up, Mary lay there for a minute. When she finally sat up she was smiling. "That was great, Todd." she touched my cheek gently. "You are really an amazing young man and a great lover." She stood and walked into the bathroom. "Can I see you again?" she asked, turning to face me. I looked her over. "Maybe;" I said grinning. "Answer a few questions first." Mary stepped into the bedroom and stood facing me. "Okay." "How old are you?" "Fifty-six." "What is your bra size?" "Thirty-six double D." "Did you really like it when I fingered your ass?" "Yes, absolutely. It was wild, out of bounds, scary and exciting all at once." "Mrs. Bateman says that some women like to have anal sex, especially when on their monthly; Have you tried it?" Mary bit her lip. "No; but I've thought about it." "You want to try?" "Now?" "Sure! Why not?" Mary bit her lip and shook her head. "No; I don't think I could take it. Maybe someday, but not right now." "Okay, fair enough. One last question." "Really? Oh, okay." "What do you want to do next time?" "Oh! You!" she exclaimed and threw herself on me. Mary held me down and smothered me with kisses and smashed her big titties in my face. Then she got up and went into the bathroom. I really, really needed to pee and decided to slip on my clothes and go to the master bedroom and bath. When I'd finished, Mary had gone. Mrs. Bateman handed me the envelope. I tore it open. Two hundred and fifty dollars. Holy cow! "She said you were incredible. She wants to come back in two weeks and said you'd earned a tip." Mrs. Bateman handed me another one-hundred dollar bill and kissed me. "I am proud of you Todd. You are becoming a great lover for one so new at it all. Now, I'll bet you have worked up an appetite. Come to the kitchen and tell me all about it while I fix you a steak." Sadly though, my parents returned from their vacation and although I was able to find ways to meet my clients, it became very awkward at home. Dad was clueless but I think Mom suspected something was going on. But by the end of that summer I had been able to make love to seven different women, five of them multiple times. I reluctantly packed my bags and went off to college. I settled into the dorm life and tried to focus on adjusting to this new life and new challenges. Classes were not as bad as I'd feared and the only real issue was my roommate. I just didn't like having a roommate at all. Due to my wild summer, I didn't feel the need to chase girls, and that allowed me to relax. For a while. One evening in early December, as I was walking from the Library to my dorm, I saw a brown '73 Caddie, Coupe de Ville idling in the parking lot. As I neared, the door opened and Mrs. Bateman got out. I met her and she hugged and kissed me. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "Well two things, first my bed is empty and my pussy is lonely. I want you, Todd. I want you to fuck me all night long; and leave me exhausted, and sore." "I would love that, but I can't take you into my dorm;" "That's why I rented a hotel room." she replied. "Okay, let's go!" I said eagerly. We got in her car; and as she drove, I asked, "What was the second reason for your coming out here?" Mrs. Bateman grinned. "Well, I am trading my home for a nice big house out here. I haven't moved yet, but when I do, I was wondering if you would like to set up a room there?" I smiled. "Well, I might set up a room to entertain guests, but I'd rather spend most of my time in the Master Bedroom." Mrs. Bateman grinned evilly at me. "I was hoping you'd say that. I'd also like for you to call me Olivia." Based on a post by Sel Wync Dog, for Literotica

Mrs. Bateman's Cougar Club: Part 1 The Summer of '77 Changed My Life. Based on a post by Sel Wync Dog. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Way back in 1977, I was a naive 18-year-old. Summer was here and I wanted to spend it having fun. I was going to start college in the fall and luckily, didn't have to work. Mom and Dad were fortunate and made good money. He was the VP of Advertising and Marketing for a major energy company and Mom was actually a successful author. I had a generous allowance and a car (a white '73 BMW) It had been Dad's, and he gave it to me at graduation. I guess I should tell you about myself. I was a blonde-haired, skinny white boy with blue eyes and a big dick. Not that I'd done anything with it. It was just genetics. I knew I was bigger than my friends, but none of the girls I knew were aware of that and I was too shy to advertise it. Hell, I wasn't even sure what to do with it. My first experiments with jacking off were surprising and yet disappointing. I wanted a woman. But as I said, I was painfully shy around the females of the species. My best friend throughout school had been Rick Bateman. Rick had joined the Navy after graduating, and was off at boot camp. Well, one day his Mom called. She said that with Rick gone, she needed help with a few things involving the pool and asked if I would come over. My Mom of course said yes without even asking me. "Todd, go on over to Olivia Bateman's and give her a hand with her pool." I rang the doorbell and she let me in. "Thank you for coming over Todd! I was hoping you weren't too busy." "Not at all Mrs. Bateman," I replied. "Just listening to albums." "That's nice, Rick likes the Eagles. Do you?" "Oh yeah! They're awesome!" She led me out into the back yard, Like most people in our neighborhood, she had a pool. "With Rick around, I never hired a pool service, but now; I'm here alone, and I would rather hire the maintenance done." She gestured at the pool. Since Rick had been gone, it had accumulated a layer of leaves. "No problem," I said. I'll take care of it." She went inside and I set to work. Amazingly it wasn't too bad. I was finishing up when I heard her come outside again. Now their pool was inside a privacy fence but when I turned around I was surprised. She was wearing a white bathrobe. Outside. In June. Looking back I can say Mrs. Bateman was about 5'7", 130 to 140 pounds, and very curvy. Her tits had to be in the double to triple D range. Her wavy dark brown hair was worn most often loose and reached her shoulders. Of course, although I acknowledged her as attractive for a middle-aged woman, she was forty-one years old, but I hadn't really thought of her in a sexual way. I'd known her and Rick for twelve years. Her husband had passed away about six years earlier from cancer. As I stared she dropped the robe onto a chaise. She was completely naked. She slowly walked over to the pool and down the steps. She finally turned to face me when she was waist-deep. "I just love having a pool!" she said smiling. "And I hate the idea of paying someone to tend to it. Do you think you could do it for me, Todd?" "Umm; I guess so." I automatically answered. "Wonderful!" She turned over and floated on her back, slowly going the length of the pool. She turned and swam back then faced me again. "Well, Todd?" "Huh?" I stared at her big tits as they floated in full view. "Are you coming in?" "Uh;" "Todd, when a woman gets naked and invites you to skinny dip with her; you really should. Wouldn't you rather touch these than just stare at them?" she said as she cupped her breasts. Okay, as I said earlier, I was awkward and nervous around girls and not experienced or confident. But the offer finally overcame my shyness and I quickly stripped and dove in. Now the view of her big breasts had aroused me somewhat, but my nervousness had prevented a full-blown hard-on. I suddenly found myself in front of her and she slipped her arms around me and pulled me close. She kissed me and I felt her breasts pressing into me. I felt my erection growing. She did too; and reached down to grasp the thick rod. No one had ever done that. I almost came right then. But she was experienced enough to realize how careful she had to be. She smiled and released me after a moment. "My, you are blessed, aren't you, Todd? Why aren't the girls all over you?" I blushed. "I...uh;" "Oh? Really? You're still a virgin? Well, that won't do. That won't do at all. Here," she patted the edge of the pool, "sit up here. I want to visit Mr. Todd for a while" As I sat on the pool edge she spread my legs wide, then toyed and stroked my cock gently while smiling at me. "Such a nice, big cock." she said. Then she kissed it, licked it up and down, and finally slipped it into her mouth. She sucked on it as she stroked it. Her grip was firm. I reclined back and rested on my elbows. In no time, I knew I was going to cum. I tried to warn her but she ignored me and I blew my load into her mouth. Mrs. Bateman didn't miss a beat and continued to swallow it all as she stroked my jerking cock. I was stunned. I didn't know that was a thing. I had no idea a woman would do that. Of course, all I knew was that:  you touched a girl, she got wet, you got hard, you stuck it in, thrust until you came. Period. I truly knew no more than that. I had a lot to learn. Mrs. Bateman finally finished and smiled at me. She continued to play with my cock. "What? Did that surprise you, Todd?" "Yeah; you just;" "Swallowed your cum," she said matter-of-factly. "Some women like to. Some don't. I assume no one ever did that for you before." I shook my head. "Well, I like to. Especially with young guys. Otherwise, you might not last long once we start fucking." My eyes popped. "Oh yes! I intend to fuck you, Todd. What do you think about that? I intend to fuck you today, and if you're good enough, all summer long." She took my hands and pulled me into the pool with her. She kissed me again and again, slowly teaching me to do it right. I squeezed her tits and she guided me to be gentle and allowed me to kiss and suck on them. See I loved big tits. Always have. My girlfriends had laughed at my infatuation with big knockers, and two of my slutty classmates had let me see and touch them. One had let me kiss and suck a bit. She might have been a C cup at best. These big, beautiful things were amazing! They were huge, soft, round and firm all at the same time. Her areola were large tan ovals and her nipples were thick stubs. I squeezed, kissed, sucked and played with them as she smiled and giggled. "Boys! Every one of you are titty-crazy! Come sit on the 3rd step up. I'll sit below you. Now wrap your arms around me and let my tits know how much you like them" I was giddy with enthusiasm and soon I had her nipples poking out firmly. " You just can't get enough of my big titties huh? Well go on, enjoy yourself!" She said and laughed, as she leaned back against my chest. But a minute later she spun around to face me, kneeling, and pulled my face to hers and kissed me again. This time she slipped her tongue into my mouth. My last girlfriend had allowed only a few French kisses and this was thrilling. Mrs. Bateman also began to fondle my turgid cock again, and when I was good and stiff, she climbed up the steps from the pool and lay on the padded double chaise lounge. She spread her legs and toyed with her pussy. I followed and as I mounted her, she took my cock and guided me into her. She was wet and warm and it felt fantastic. She was still holding my rather thick cock and coached me to use short strokes in and out until I could fit deep inside of her. "Oh god, Todd! That's it; nice and slow. God, you're so big! Oh, that feels so good! Yes, yes; that's it; oh so good, oh so good!" We fucked nice and slow for a few minutes and then I warned her I was cumming again. She laughed and grabbed my hips and held me deep. "Go ahead Todd, cum in me! Give it to me!" I couldn't hold back and came, emptying my load deep inside of her. "God! Yes! That feels so good!" she moaned. When I had finished, I pulled out and collapsed onto the chaise. Mrs. Bateman began to play with her pussy and the flood of cum, thrusting her fingers in deep and rubbing it all over her pussy. "Not bad;" she said. "A nice big cock, lots of cum; but you need training and practice. If you keep quiet about it; this is going to be an amazing summer." Mrs. Bateman and I had sex again before she sent me home. I was fortunate that my parents were too busy and disinterested to notice my shit-eating grin. The next day Mrs. Bateman "hired" me to help her with her rental properties. Mom and Dad bought it and thereafter, my daily disappearances were ignored.     I would arrive at her home and we would fuck immediately. This could be in any room of the house or at the pool. We fucked in the living room, bedroom, kitchen, guest rooms, even Rick's room, with the Eagles latest album playing on the stereo.  One day she led me into the garage and I fucked her across the hood of her '73 Cadillac Coupe de Ville. She was wearing a nice skirt and shiny satin blouse, and as we kissed and groped, I found she was wearing no panties and was soaking wet. As I played with her pussy, she opened her blouse and lifted her braless tits out. I bent her over the hood and took her from behind as she shouted encouragement at me. After a bit, she pushed me away and rolled onto her back with her hips on the fender and her legs in the air. As I fucked her, she played with her tits and moaned. When we finished, I had to back the car out and wash it. Oh and she insisted that I always call her either Mrs. Bateman, Ma'am, or Mistress. Never Olivia or any affectionate nickname. I understand now that it was to keep me from becoming too casual in public. But at the time it was also fun. I would step up behind her in the living room and reach around to cup her huge tits. Nibbling on her neck I would whisper. "God, Mrs. Bateman you are so sexy! I just can't help myself. I want to fuck you so bad!" "Oh Todd," she would reply, "if you insist." She would bend over the sofa and I would lift her skirt and finger her pussy before slipping my cock into her wet folds and snug, warm depths. "Oh Mrs. Bateman, that feels so good!" I would moan. "You feel good too Todd. such a big thick cock!" Then after pumping into her cunt for a while. "Oh Mrs. Bateman, I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum Mrs. Bateman!" Sometimes she would let me cum inside her, sometimes she would turn and suck me off. Once she didn't turn fast enough and I sprayed my load all over her face and the front of her dress. I expected her to be angry but she simply smiled. "I'm sorry Mrs. Bateman!" "That's okay, it happens," she said as she wiped the cum from her face and sucked on her fingers. "But this dress; come help me change." This went on almost daily for three full weeks. I was coming home tired and my cock was sore, but I was thrilled. I mean this woman wanted a lot of sex! We were fucking at least three times a day! I learned to be a good fuck, of course, but more than that, she taught me to be a great kisser, a skilled cunnilinguist, and an attentive lover. I learned foreplay, physical and mental, and to focus on pleasing her, knowing that the journey to her orgasm was fun and pleasing to me and that my own orgasm was always just minutes after hers. It was thrilling to feel her pussy squeezing my cock as she came. That, coupled with her vocalizations (be they cries of pleasure, squeals of delight, or shouts of ecstasy) always made me cum. And beyond all that, she was paying me cash every Friday to keep up the illusion that I had a legitimate job. I thought I was in heaven. Man, was I wrong. Overnighters. July 1st was on Friday. Mom and Dad had wanted to go on vacation that week and the next. I didn't, of course and Mrs. Bateman came up with the ruse that one of her renters was moving and we had to clean the place, paint, and prep it for the next renter that week. Mom was upset, but Dad said it was a good experience;  and I was left behind. I wanted to spend the night at her home but figured Mom would call me nightly to check on me. Mrs. Bateman instead came over and spent the night in my bed Thursday night. We made love for what seemed like hours and my bed was soaked. She simply threw a towel over the wetness and went to sleep. This was the first time in my life that I had a woman sleep with me. I mean she went to sleep in my arms. I discovered that amazing feeling of a soft, sensual body pressed against mine. The next morning I woke up with the typical morning woodie but she wasn't interested until she'd had a chance to wake up and get some coffee. We did fool around elsewhere in the house, even going sixty-nine across my parent's bed. Then she said she had some things to do and told me to come over at four with an overnight bag. Discrete with Diane. When I arrived, there was another car in her driveway. A nice cream colored Mercedes 450SLC. A convertible with the heart of a sports car. When I went in, using the side door for appearance sake as she always insisted, I found Mrs. Bateman sitting in the living room with another woman. Mrs. Bateman was in her favorite wing chair, attired in a red skirt and white blouse. She waved me in. "Ah, here he is," she said. "Todd this is Diane, Diane, Todd," she made the introductions. Diane stood and sized me up. She was tall, in her heels she matched my 5'11". Her hair was blonde and she was a bit more slender than Mrs. Bateman with smaller tits. She was tanned and her sleeveless dress was white with a deep V front and a fully pleated skirt. As she stepped closer I couldn't help but glance at her cleavage. Diane traced the V with one finger and smiled. The other hand she placed on my cheek. To my surprise she kissed me. A nice deep, long kiss. A second kiss followed and I felt her hand slide down to my crotch where it squeezed my growing cock. As she stepped back, she grinned. "Oh yes, he'll do nicely." She kissed me again, this time with more passion. My hands found her waist and slid up her back. I had no idea why this strange woman was doing this but damn, I wasn't going to turn it down. She broke the kiss and walked away. Picking up her purse and a small bag, she went up the stairs. I watched her long legs in that swishing skirt and stood there grinning. Finally, as she disappeared from view the enchantment was broken. Mrs. Bateman stood and came over, wrapping her arms around me. "What's going on?" I asked. "Oh Todd, it's quite simple. You are going to go up to the guest room and fuck her brains out. The same way you fuck me." "What?" "Yes, she's waiting to fuck you. So go fuck her. Give her what she wants, any way she wants, for as long as she wants. Be polite and patient and above all, ask no questions!" "She wants to have sex with me?" I asked incredulously. "Yes, don't look so shocked! Look, if she met you somewhere else and hit on you, suggested having sex, wouldn't you do it?" "Umm; Well before you started fucking me, yeah. But now that we're fucking.;" Mrs. Bateman smiled, "And if you want to keep fucking me, you'll go up there and please her, like I know you can. Think of it as practice." She swatted my ass and pointed to the stairs. "Go." I knocked on the door but it was slightly ajar. I went in and closed it behind me. Diane was standing at the foot of the bed. With barely a sound, the dress slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor around her ankles. She paused a moment to let me gaze at her naked body. She was nicely tanned except for the white skin of her bikini area. The stark tan lines were strangely erotic, obviously she tanned in a small string bikini. Her tits were about a C cup and her areola large and round with little pink nipples. Her waist was slim, and her hips round and firm. She was proud of her body and liked showing it off it seemed. "Your turn," she said. I stripped and as my growing cock was freed, she grinned broadly. She climbed onto the bed and uncrossed her legs, revealing a pussy covered in short, sandy straight hair. "I'm told you have a talented tongue; Show me." I started with kisses on her ankles and slowly moved up each leg to her knees and then up her inner thighs. By the time I reached her pussy she was gasping and breathing rapidly. I could smell her arousal and she was already quite wet, beads of fluid lined her inner lips and she tasted sweet. I did my best to focus on pleasing her as Mrs. Bateman had taught me. Soon her hips were rocking and her hands were squeezing her breasts. A cry of ecstasy and a gush of juices confirmed her orgasm. I lapped up the tasty wetness and looked up at her. "Oh god!" she panted. "Fuck me, fuck me now!" I slid my knob against her wet slit and pushed it in. She was so wet it slid in easily. A few thrusts and I was all the way in. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" she panted. I held it deep and kissed her, then she grabbed my head and stared deep into my eyes. "Fuck me!" I started thrusting in and out and she moaned and groaned in pleasure. Soon I rose to my elbows and picked up the pace. Her pussy was making wet squishy sounds and her tits were bouncing. I couldn't last and came, pumping my load in her. She gasped. "Oh god! Oh god no! Not yet! Don't stop! Oh no!"     I sat up to catch my breath and as I pulled out I could see the cum start to flow out of her pussy. I found it weirdly erotic. Very erotic. Mrs. Bateman usually either played with it, ignored it, or wiped it up with tissues. I'd never actually watched it. I reached down and toyed with it, running my fingers through it and spreading it over her pussy. Diane was watching too. I spread a glob over her clit and she twitched and gasped. I slipped two fingers inside of her and she moaned. I stroked the inside of her pussy behind her clit and she bit her lip and groaned. I kept it up and she was soon gasping and trembling. She started pinching her nipples as I stroked faster and faster. Cum was everywhere. Then she threw her head back and cried out, "Oh Fuck! Gah!" My cock was hard again and I shoved it in, pushing all the way in one, hard, violent thrust. "Ah! Oh Fuck!" she screamed. I could feel her pussy spasming around my cock, squeezing and releasing over and over again. Diane grabbed my hand and placed it over her mouth and screamed again and again. I started thrusting. Slowly pulling out until only my knob was inside then thrusting hard, slamming our bodies together. Each time, she screamed into my hand. I began thrusting faster and she started sucking my cum drenched fingers. Soon I was up on my knees, gripping her legs and pounding her furiously. Diane was gasping, and moaning, and weeping as she grabbed and pulled on the sheets. I had no idea what I was doing, only that I couldn't stop. I was overcome with desire, and passion, and need. I have no idea how long I fucked like that, but finally felt the release coming and came again. I finished and pulled out, watching again the flow of cum from her reddened pussy. At some point Diane had stopped being coherent and was limp with her eyes rolled back and simply lay there moaning and humming. I lay next to her and cradled her head. After a minute, her eyes focused on me and she smiled. I kissed her and pushed the hair from her face. I laid down and she rolled onto her side next to me. She lifted one leg up and over me and I could feel the wetness on my hip. After a bit I dozed off. I was awakened by Diane, stirring and sitting up. She smiled at me and went into the bathroom. When she came out she seemed more composed and sat next to me. She gently toyed with my flaccid cock. "That; That was amazing." "Thank you." I softly replied. "I; I, uh; I came, uh; I came a lot. I've never; had that happen, that intense, that; long. God, a part of me wants to do it again. But I don't think I could take another session like that." "So we take it easy this time," I said. My cock was growing as she played with it. Diane smiled and straddled me. We kissed and I caressed her hips and back as she rubbed her pussy against my cock. She reached down and guided it into her pussy, and slowly slid down onto it. I let her ride me at her pace. She liked it slow and I caressed her thighs, hips, waist and breasts as she rose and fell. The slow pace was nice, I relaxed and studied her, my mind wandering. Who was she? I couldn't recall exactly where I'd seen her, yet she did seem familiar. She was admittedly sexy, yet mature. I guessed she was in her late thirties at the most. I felt like she was a trophy wife, she had that air about her. The realization that I was probably fucking somebody's wife didn't upset me. If anything it made me feel special. Damn lucky in fact. And if she wanted to meet again? I knew I wouldn't turn it down. Mrs. Bateman suddenly leapt into my mind. What was going on? Why had she allowed me to fuck this woman? How did they know each other? Was she indeed going to continue to fuck me after this? And if I could fuck only one of them, which would it be? Diane whoever-she-was was amazing, yet Mrs. Bateman had those huge tits and loved to suck my cock... I was jerked from my musings as Diane leaned down and kissed me. Her tits pressed into my chest. "God dammit Todd! I can't stand it! Fuck me again, fuck me hard and make me cum!" I grabbed her hips and started thrusting in and out. Faster and faster as she rocked forward on her knees. Her tits were in my face and I began to suck one. I squeezed her ass and pounded her pussy. Diane screamed into the pillow a minute later. "God! Yes! Ah!" I wanted to finish, to cum again, but I wasn't sure how much more it might take. Diane ended it for me, she slid down hard onto my cock and squeezed me tightly with her arms, legs and pussy. She held me tightly as she quivered for a minute or two, then slowly relaxed. She stayed on top and my cock relaxed inside of her. Finally she rose up and looked in my face. "God, you are so good!" she said and kissed me. "I, I have got to stop," she muttered. "I don't want to...but I'm so sore." Slowly she sat up and rolled off of me. My cock plopped wetly from her pussy. She bent and kissed me again. "Damn, you're a good lover. But I need time to heal after a fucking like this." She admitted. She stumbled into the bathroom, taking her dress with her. I lay there feeling awesomely happy. After a while Diane came out of the bathroom. She was dressed and composed. Only her smile gave anything away. I sat up. "Will I see you again?" I asked. "Look, if you do see me, anywhere except in this room, you must ignore me. Understand?" "Yes, I get it. But you are coming back then?" She paused, then grinned, "Oh dammit Todd, that was the best sex I've ever had! Of course I'm coming back!" She kissed me again and left the room. I went to the bathroom. When I came out, Mrs. Bateman was there. She smiled at me and then looked at the wet, crumpled sheets. She reached out and wiped up some of the wetness. Holding her hand to her face she inhaled deeply and grinned. "I love the smell of hot, wet sex," she said. "Call me sick if you want, but it turns me on.' She walked over to me and gently caressed my cock. "She didn't break you, and it sounded like you pleased her. I'm proud of you Todd. I knew you'd be a great fuck." She pointed to an envelope on the nightstand. "That's yours." Curious, I opened it. Inside were twenty dollar bills, I quickly counted them. "Two hundred bucks?" "Yes, that's all yours." To be continued. Based on a post by Sel Wync Dog, for Literotica

Politikere og fagbevægelse i Danmark mener at have besejret mindstelønsdirektivet ved EU-Domstolen – men europæisk fagbevægelse glæder sig samtidig over, hvad de ser som en klar stadfæstelse af direktivet. Hvad er op og ned, hvad er jura og hvad er spin? Podcasten fra Bruxelles stiller skarpt.Vært og tilrettelægger: Thomas Lauritzen, Altingets Europa-analytikerMedvært: Rikke Albrechtsen, Altingets EU-redaktørInterview: Marianne Vind (S), medlem af Europa-ParlamentetHør også: Koen Lenaerts, præsident for EU-Domstolen, Morten Skov, formand for Fagbevægelsens Hovedorganisation (FH), og Esther Lynch, generalsekretær for den europæiske fagforeningssammenslutning (ETUC)Producer: Camille Marie Guerry, podcastassistentFå Alting Privat i 2 måneder for 20 kr. (Fortsætter til 129 kr. per måned): Altinget.dk/podcasttilbud Et abonnement til dig, som følger politik med personliginteresse og ønsker grundig politisk journalistik uden skjulte dagsordener. Tilbuddet gælder til og med den 20. november 2025. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

En un mois, des dizaines d'enseignes du centre-ville de la commune du Loiret ont été victimes de cambriolages ou tentatives de cambriolage. Avec plusieurs milliers d'euros de pertes, les commerçants demandent aux élus des mesures de sécurité supplémentaires.Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

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Édition spéciale consacrée à la cérémonie des dix ans des attentats de Saint-Denis et de Paris. La cérémonie a débuté place Saint-Gervais, derrière l'Hôtel de Ville, dans un jardin mémoriel inauguré ce soir. Un lieu de souvenir pour les victimes, mais aussi un lieu de vie. Elle a été le point d'orgue d'une journée de commémorations au Stade de France, devant les terrasses du Xe et du XIe arrondissement et devant le Bataclan.

Welcome back to ARTMATTERS: The Podcast for Artists.My guest today is Jameson Green. Jameson is an artist living and working in Hudson, NY. He holds an MFA from Hunter College. Green has exhibited extensively with Derek Eller Gallery and Almine Rech, including solo exhibitions in New York, Paris, London, Brussels, and Santa Monica. His work has been featured in group exhibitions at the Dallas Museum of Art, Museo Picasso Málaga, and ICA Miami. You can also find Green's work in the public collections of the Musée d'Art Moderne de la Ville de Paris, the High Museum of Art, the Dallas Museum of Art, and the Pérez Art Museum in Miami.A couple weeks ago, Jameson braved a wild rainstorm to visit my Greenpoint studio—a rare reversal for this show. What followed was one of the most fluid and wide-ranging conversations I've had on ARTMATTERS, so I've split it into two episodes. On today's show Jameson and I discuss the three elements of great painting, draftsmen vs. pure painters, drawing, sampling from art books and other paintings, rhythm, abstraction, narrative, and why great paintings are littered with hypocrisy. We also discuss Frances Bacon, John Singer Sargent, Guston, Picasso, Matisse, and Jenna Gribbon. Enjoy this conversation with Jameson Green.Special shoutout to my fluffy silent producer who finally made a sound mid-episode. Extra points if you hear her over the rain:)ARTMATTERS is listener-supported. If you want more conversations like this, take 30 seconds right now to leave a five-star review. It's the single most effective way to keep the show going.Support this podcast on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/c/artmatterspodcastHost: Isaac Mannwww.isaacmann.comInstagram: @isaac.mannGuest: Jameson Greenwww.derekeller.comInstagram: @r.jamesonMusic by ARRN, Detroit-based artist and instrumentalist.

Dix ans après les attentats qui ont endeuillé Paris : que reste-t-il de la mémoire collective ? Le Théâtre de la Concorde a imaginé un mois autour de la thématique «faire corps» : pour ne pas céder à la haine et imaginer la vie d'après.  130 morts, plus de 350 blessés et plus encore si l'on compte les blessures invisibles, un traumatisme collectif, c'était il y a dix ans, les attentats de Paris, sur les terrasses du 11è arrondissement, au Carillon, au Petit Cambodge, À la bonne bière, Au comptoir Voltaire ou à la Belle Équipe et dans la salle de concert du Bataclan...  En cette journée de commémoration, comment vivre sans oublier, comment imaginer l'avenir, faire communauté : quels mots prononcer, quels mots penser... Le Théâtre de la Concorde, ancien café des Ambassadeurs, théâtre des Ambassadeurs puis espace Pierre-Cardin, est un lieu culturel situé dans le huitième arrondissement de Paris. Propriété de la Ville de Paris, il ouvre en mars 2024 sous la direction d'Elsa Boublil et propose chaque fois des spectacles (danse, théâtre, musique), rencontre, ateliers, débats et animations autour d'une thématique. Ce mois-ci, ce «théâtre citoyen» a choisi comme thème «faire corps et se souvenir» pour ne pas oublier les attentats qui ont endeuillé Paris en 2015 avec, notamment, la représentation de la pièce «Les consolantes» de Pauline Susini, une pièce créée en 2024 qui rassemble les voix de victimes, de leurs proches, de soignants, d'amis, d'inconnus. Comment le théâtre peut-il aider à traverser ensemble les traumatismes ? Cela pose aussi la question de ce que nous, collectivement, devons faire pour les victimes :  faut-il les consoler ? Invitées : Elsa Boublil, directrice du Théâtre de la Concorde et Pauline Susini, metteuse en scène du spectacle «Les Consolantes» qui donne voix aux victimes du 13 novembre.  Le texte de la pièce «Les Consolantes» est publié aux éditions de l'Avant-Scène Théâtre, et sera jouée la pièce au Grand Parquet à Paris, les 20 et 21 novembre 2025.   Programmation musicale : L'artiste D.J Snake avec le remix du titre «Patience» du duo Amadou et Mariam.

Dix ans après les attentats qui ont endeuillé Paris : que reste-t-il de la mémoire collective ? Le Théâtre de la Concorde a imaginé un mois autour de la thématique «faire corps» : pour ne pas céder à la haine et imaginer la vie d'après.  130 morts, plus de 350 blessés et plus encore si l'on compte les blessures invisibles, un traumatisme collectif, c'était il y a dix ans, les attentats de Paris, sur les terrasses du 11è arrondissement, au Carillon, au Petit Cambodge, À la bonne bière, Au comptoir Voltaire ou à la Belle Équipe et dans la salle de concert du Bataclan...  En cette journée de commémoration, comment vivre sans oublier, comment imaginer l'avenir, faire communauté : quels mots prononcer, quels mots penser... Le Théâtre de la Concorde, ancien café des Ambassadeurs, théâtre des Ambassadeurs puis espace Pierre-Cardin, est un lieu culturel situé dans le huitième arrondissement de Paris. Propriété de la Ville de Paris, il ouvre en mars 2024 sous la direction d'Elsa Boublil et propose chaque fois des spectacles (danse, théâtre, musique), rencontre, ateliers, débats et animations autour d'une thématique. Ce mois-ci, ce «théâtre citoyen» a choisi comme thème «faire corps et se souvenir» pour ne pas oublier les attentats qui ont endeuillé Paris en 2015 avec, notamment, la représentation de la pièce «Les consolantes» de Pauline Susini, une pièce créée en 2024 qui rassemble les voix de victimes, de leurs proches, de soignants, d'amis, d'inconnus. Comment le théâtre peut-il aider à traverser ensemble les traumatismes ? Cela pose aussi la question de ce que nous, collectivement, devons faire pour les victimes :  faut-il les consoler ? Invitées : Elsa Boublil, directrice du Théâtre de la Concorde et Pauline Susini, metteuse en scène du spectacle «Les Consolantes» qui donne voix aux victimes du 13 novembre.  Le texte de la pièce «Les Consolantes» est publié aux éditions de l'Avant-Scène Théâtre, et sera jouée la pièce au Grand Parquet à Paris, les 20 et 21 novembre 2025.   Programmation musicale : L'artiste D.J Snake avec le remix du titre «Patience» du duo Amadou et Mariam.

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Ce midi, On Jase des Canadiens et de la LNH avec Denis Gauthier et Bruno Gervais. Pour nous suivre sur nos différentes plateformes

For 10 år siden var jeg lige kommet ud på den anden side af et år, hvor jeg havde været ramt af stress. I denne podcastepisode deler jeg 10 ting med dig, jeg gerne ville have vidst om stress dengang. Ting jeg har lært - og stadig er i gang med at lære. Livet skal som bekendt "leves forlæns og forstås baglæns", og jeg tror ikke, vi kan håndtere ting perfekt, når de rammer os.Det er som regel set i bakspejlet, at vi kan se, hvad der var på spil, og hvad der havde været klogt at gøre. I dag kigger jeg i bakspejlet, og jeg håber, du hører noget her, som du kan bruge til noget, hvis du også har været ramt af stress eller noget andet svært - eller er ramt lige nu.Læs mere om stressforløbet, 'RO', og tilmeld dig interesselisten her.>>> Se listen over de 10 ting og øvrige noter til episoden her

Filmskaparen Ville Gobi om sin nya film och filmsveriges framtid. När kände du: Fan va förr i tiden. Ur vägen arbetare! När Christopher satt bredvid Orlando Bloom på ett bröllop. Vår tävling i Musikhjälpen: vinn Eftermiddag i P3 som brädspel! Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radio Play. Programledare: Christopher Garplind och Hanna Hellquist

Dans cet épisode, je vous emmène bourlinguer dans les rues de Kuala Lumpur : visites guidées, lieux spirituels, bons plans et conseils pour les femmes en voyage.Je vous parle de mes expériences entre mosquée, temple hindou, temple bouddhiste et découvertes culinaires locales.Une immersion sans montage pour celles et ceux qui préparent un voyage à Kuala Lumpur ou pour celles et ceux qui souhaitent juste un voyage sonore pour découvrir Kuala Lumpur au rythme de mes pas.Liens utiles :Les 5 choses à faire absolument en Malaisie d'après Célia : https://smartlink.ausha.co/fill-expats/decouvrir-la-malaisieL'histoire de Célia en Malaisie : https://smartlink.ausha.co/fill-expats/expat-malaisieNuméro WhatsApp de mon guide Hakim à Kuala Lumpur : 0060 19 486 5005Son site internet avec pleins de conseils sur KL : https://linktr.ee/hakimfaizal?utm_source=qr_codeLes temples/mosquée : Batu Cave, Masjid Negara (Mosquée Nationale), Thean Hou Temple (temple chinois) Ville au sud de KL : MalaccaRecommandation Rooftop : Chakri SkyHillListe des choses à manger et boire : Nasi lemak (riz), Roti canai (galettes), Char kway teow (nouilles), Teh tarik (boisson), Cendol (dessert)Le temple boudhiste où j'ai mangé végétarien pour pas cher : Dharma Realm Guan Yin Sagely Monastery Food Court#Bourlinguer #KualaLumpur #VoyageAsie #Voyageuse #PodcastVoyage

durée : 00:12:22 - Journal de 7 h - Ville clef sur le front est-ukrainien, sa chute serait un véritable coup dur pour l'armée ukrainienne, tant la ville est au carrefour de nombreuses voies stratégiques.

This week, in Ville Platte, Louisiana, the body of a man is found, inside of a plastic moving tub, with no legs, deep in the bayou. Detectives suspect his girlfriend, but quickly change course, when she is also found, in exactly the same condition. Tips lead police to a couple, who claim to be best frineds with the dead couple, but fingerprints, and paint samples say they're actually murderers. But will blaming a rival biker gang get them off the hook?   Along the way, we find out that detectives don't want to do their jobs, just like the rest of us, that painting everything in sight is a definite symptom of too much meth, and that you can't just blame other bikers for things, regardless of evidence!!   New episodes, every Wednesday & Friday nights!! THE HALLOWEEN VIRTUAL LIVE SHOW!!! 10/30/2025 @ 9:00 PM Eastern Time Get your tickets on moment.co/smalltownmurder  Tickets are $20.  Video Playback will be available for 2 weeks after the live event.    Donate at patreon.com/crimeinsports or at paypal.com and use our email: crimeinsports@gmail.com Go to shutupandgivememurder.com for all things Small Town Murder, Crime In Sports & Your Stupid Opinions!   Follow us on... instagram.com/smalltownmurder facebook.com/smalltownpod   Also, check out James & Jimmie's other shows, Crime In Sports & Your Stupid Opinions on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, or wherever you listen to podcasts!!

Einar har feiret Halloween, mens Jan har vært på Skal vi danse, hvor Einars datter var i publikum. Einar har fått covid og deltatt på dugnad, mens Jan har trent og bestilt vann på Wolt. To forskjellige sjeler er i samme studio, og er kun enige om én ting: De digger Ville fristelser, og slår derfor på tråden til deltaker og Einars økonomiske rådgiver, Beret Hartviksen.Produsert av Martin Oftedal, PLAN-B Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

durée : 00:03:19 - Géopolitique - par : Pierre  Haski  - La ville stratégique de Pokrovsk, dans la région de Donetsk, fait l'objet d'une bataille intense entre les attaquants russes et les défenseurs ukrainiens. Un test important alors que Vladimir Poutine veut s'imposer sur le terrain, vis-à-vis de l'Ukraine mais au-delà, de l'Europe. Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.