Podcasts about VY

„Superlov je pro mě velká a výjimečná událost, protože se natáčí jen jednou za rok,“ vysvětluje v Blízkých setkáních „lovkyně“ k nové čtvrté řadě TV soutěže. Počet „lovců“ se ale rozrůstá. „Je nás sedm a míst je pět. Vyřešilo se to střídáním a hře to velmi prospělo,“ pochvaluje si Viktorie Mertová v rozhovoru s Terezou Kostkovou. Přípravu na soutěž nikdy nepodceňuje. „Přistupuju k tomu zodpovědně. Vystudovat vysokou školu kvízovou ale nejde. Přesto mi to tak nějak samo jde.“Všechny díly podcastu Blízká setkání můžete pohodlně poslouchat v mobilní aplikaci mujRozhlas pro Android a iOS nebo na webu mujRozhlas.cz.

„Superlov je pro mě velká a výjimečná událost, protože se natáčí jen jednou za rok,“ vysvětluje v Blízkých setkáních „lovkyně“ k nové čtvrté řadě TV soutěže. Počet „lovců“ se ale rozrůstá. „Je nás sedm a míst je pět. Vyřešilo se to střídáním a hře to velmi prospělo,“ pochvaluje si Viktorie Mertová v rozhovoru s Terezou Kostkovou. Přípravu na soutěž nikdy nepodceňuje. „Přistupuju k tomu zodpovědně. Vystudovat vysokou školu kvízovou ale nejde. Přesto mi to tak nějak samo jde.“

V nejnovějším díle našeho Space Z Letné a Strahova František a Michael rozebrali ostudné vyřazení od Mladé Boleslavi v Mol Cupu a 316. Derby proti odvěkému rivalovi z Edenu. Členové redakce Sparťanských Novin a host dále debatovali o:•Momentech v Derby•Jak naladěni pojdeme do Nizozemska?•Vyřazení v poháruČeká nás celé jaro, na první místo ztrácíme už 10 bodů a v Konferenční lize pojedeme do Nizozemska na horkou půdu AZ Alkmaar. Spoustu fotbalu, spoustu emocí - máme hlad! Za týden hostíme Slovácko.Nalaďte si nás i příště, opět netradičně v pondělí ve 20:00 na našem Twitteru @spartanske. 

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Za sledovanie obľúbených televíznych staníc si diváci čoskoro opäť priplatia. Jarné mesiace prinášajú na slovenský trh už tradične zlú správu – ďalšiu vlnu zdražovania. Obdobie, kedy sme za základné televízne balíčky platili euro či dve, je definitívne preč.Slovenskí televízni operátori opäť plošne zvyšujú ceny svojich služieb a viacerí už ohlásili veľké zmeny v cenníkoch. Napríklad operátor DSI Data zvyšuje od apríla cenu základného balíčka z 2,60 eura na 5,20 eura, čo predstavuje nárast o 100 %. Platforma Lepšia.TV plošne zvýšila poplatky o štyridsať centov už v priebehu februára.Za týmto prudkým rastom cien stojí tlak veľkých komerčných televízií, predovšetkým skupín Markíza a JOJ, ktoré každoročne žiadajú čoraz vyššie platby za šírenie svojho obsahu. Do hry navyše vstúpil aj Slovenský ochranný zväz autorský (SOZA), ktorý od poskytovateľov požaduje vyššie poplatky za hudobné diela. O tom, prečo operátori nemôžu komerčné stanice jednoducho vyradiť a aké má divák v tejto situácii možnosti, sa v novej časti podcastu SHARE rozprávajú redaktori Živé.sk Maroš Žofčin a Filip Maxa.Pripravte sa na budúcnosť s knihou od redaktorov Živé.sk „Umelá inteligencia: Pripravte sa na budúcnosť“. Teraz ju máme aj v elektronickej verzii. Nájdete ju na obchod.aktuality.sk.TIP: https://zive.aktuality.sk/clanok/0RfdZVW/nahliadnite-do-buducnosti-vydavame-knihu-o-umelej-inteligencii/V podcaste hovoríme aj o týchto témach:Veľké zdražovanie: Ktorí operátori prepisujú cenníky a prečo základné balíčky zdražejú aj o 100 %.Tlak televízií: Prečo sú Markíza a Joj na Slovensku skutočnými pánmi situácie a prečo ich operátori nemôžu vyradiť z ponuky.Vyššie poplatky pre autorov: Aké požiadavky má zväz SOZA a čo hovoria TV operátori.Koniec klasickej TV: Ako káblovka a satelit ustupujú sledovaniu cez internet a prečo sa operátori menia na poskytovateľov aplikácií.Sila streamingu: Ako služby Voyo, JOJ Play, Netflix či HBO Max menia trh a konkurujú tradičným poskytovateľom.Možnosti diváka: Ako sa brániť zdražovaniu a prečo je najlepšou obranou revízia vlastných výdavkov a osekávanie zbytočností.Podcast SHARE pripravuje magazín Živé.sk.

TÚŽBA PO ZMENE  Hudba tejto variácie vzbudzuje jemné napätie — akoby sa chcela niekam pohnúť, zrýchliť, zmeniť smer. Podobne ako keď prichádza túžba zmeniť život: odísť, začať nanovo, preusporiadať ho. Po strate blízkeho môže zosilnieť. Niekedy pomôže zostať. Počúvať. Neponáhľať sa. A počkať, kým sa ozve tichá hudba srdca.   AKO STRÁCAŤ A NEPRESTAŤ MILOVAŤ V živote všetci strácame. A zároveň sa učíme sa umeniu života - ako neprestať milovať. Nechajte sa inšpirovať spolu s nami hudbou Johanna Sebastiana Bacha. Ponúkame ôsmu z 30 Goldbergových variácií, ktorú interpretuje talentovaná klaviristka Kimiko Ishizaka. Táto variácia nás v Plamienku priviedla k zamysleniu nad zmenou. Ako to máte Vy?

ODKIAĽ PRICHÁDZA ENERGIA? Niekedy nás prekvapí, že neprestávame kráčať. Čo nás každý deň stavia na nohy? Odkiaľ prichádza energia? Teplo vstupuje do prázdna. Hnev, ktorý sme cítili, už nemá ostré hrany. A my sa dokážeme na seba pozrieť s nehou. AKO STRÁCAŤ A NEPRESTAŤ MILOVAŤ V živote všetci strácame. A zároveň sa učíme sa umeniu života - ako neprestať milovať. Nechajte sa inšpirovať spolu s nami hudbou Johanna Sebastiana Bacha. Ponúkame deviatu z 30 Goldbergových variácií, ktorú interpretuje talentovaná klaviristka Kimiko Ishizaka. Táto variácia nás v Plamienku priviedla k novej energii. Ako to máte Vy?

KEĎ SA ŽIVOT DÁ DO POHYBU: Život sa niekedy rozbehne sám a všetko je v pohybe. Dni plynú rýchlo a zrazu cítime viac energie. Možno nás chvíľu ponesie. A možno nás niečím inšpiruje.   AKO STRÁCAŤ A NEPRESTAŤ MILOVAŤ V živote všetci strácame. A zároveň sa učíme sa umeniu života - ako neprestať milovať. Nechajte sa inšpirovať spolu s nami hudbou Johanna Sebastiana Bacha. Ponúkame desiatu z 30 Goldbergových variácií, ktorú interpretuje talentovaná klaviristka Kimiko Ishizaka. Táto variácia nás v Plamienku priviedla k zamysleniu nad zmenou. Ako to máte Vy?

Vi lader opp til et potensielt cupavasement med frustrasjon over NFF, VY og manglende spiss. Årsmøteforslag, strategiplan, LSK og Lyn. Går vi videre? Og hva syntes vi om Kammas ambisiøse strategiplan? Følg med i 12-kaffens kanaler, abonner og lytt! Vi slipper seriestarspesial allerede neste uke, så her er det bare å glede seg!

„Očakával by som, že takémuto kroku bude predchádzať analýza. Od roku 2006, kedy sa voľba poštou použila prvýkrát, som nezaznamenal jediné podanie na Ústavný súd SR“, pripomínan Rasťo Kužel z Memo'98, mimovládnej organizácie, ktorá monitoruje voľby doma i v zahraničí. „Ak chceme niečo meniť, musíme mať dôvody. Ak tvrdia, že systém nefunguje kvôli obavám o tajnosť hlasovania či manipuláciu, musíme sa pozrieť, či sa niečo také v minulosti udialo. Vieme si odpovedať, že nie“, dodáva.Vládny Smer chce pre najbližšie parlamentné voľby zrušiť ich korešpondenčnú formu. Hovorí, že mu pri nej chýba tajnosť hlasovania ako jedna z podmienok ich demokratickosti. Opozícia bije na poplach a tvrdí, že tým chce Smer len skomplikovať voľby pre tých, ktorí ho tradične nevolia. Pri posledných parlamentných voľbách volilo zo zahraničia poštou takmer 60-tisíc ľudí, vyše 70 percent pritom dalo hlasy dnešnej opozícii. Ficov Smer získal len šesť percent.Ak dnes hovorí o rušení voľby poštou, musí ešte presvedčiť Hlas a SNS, ktoré vysielajú nejednoznačné signály.Pre obavy z manipulácie voľby poštou zrušilo ešte v 70tych rokoch napríklad Francúzsko, naopak v Nemecku, Rakúsku či Spojenom kráľovstve je táto forma dostupná.Ako sa pozerá na zámer vládneho Smeru Rasťo Kužel z Memo98? Vyše dve dekády monitoruje voľby doma i v zahraničí.Podcast pripravil Jaroslav Barborák.

„Očakával by som, že takémuto kroku bude predchádzať analýza. Od roku 2006, kedy sa voľba poštou použila prvýkrát, som nezaznamenal jediné podanie na Ústavný súd SR“, pripomínan Rasťo Kužel z Memo'98, mimovládnej organizácie, ktorá monitoruje voľby doma i v zahraničí. „Ak chceme niečo meniť, musíme mať dôvody. Ak tvrdia, že systém nefunguje kvôli obavám o tajnosť hlasovania či manipuláciu, musíme sa pozrieť, či sa niečo také v minulosti udialo. Vieme si odpovedať, že nie“, dodáva.Vládny Smer chce pre najbližšie parlamentné voľby zrušiť ich korešpondenčnú formu. Hovorí, že mu pri nej chýba tajnosť hlasovania ako jedna z podmienok ich demokratickosti. Opozícia bije na poplach a tvrdí, že tým chce Smer len skomplikovať voľby pre tých, ktorí ho tradične nevolia. Pri posledných parlamentných voľbách volilo zo zahraničia poštou takmer 60-tisíc ľudí, vyše 70 percent pritom dalo hlasy dnešnej opozícii. Ficov Smer získal len šesť percent.Ak dnes hovorí o rušení voľby poštou, musí ešte presvedčiť Hlas a SNS, ktoré vysielajú nejednoznačné signály.Pre obavy z manipulácie voľby poštou zrušilo ešte v 70tych rokoch napríklad Francúzsko, naopak v Nemecku, Rakúsku či Spojenom kráľovstve je táto forma dostupná.Ako sa pozerá na zámer vládneho Smeru Rasťo Kužel z Memo98? Vyše dve dekády monitoruje voľby doma i v zahraničí.Podcast pripravil Jaroslav Barborák.

Ján 11,46-57 46 Niektorí z nich však odišli k farizejom a porozprávali im, čo Ježiš urobil. 47 Nato zvolali veľkňazi a farizeji veľradu a povedali: „Čo robiť? Veď tento človek robí mnoho znamení! 48 Ak ho necháme tak, všetci v neho uveria, prídu Rimania a zničia nám toto miesto i národ.“ 49 Ale jeden z nich, Kajfáš, ktorý bol v tom roku veľkňazom, im povedal: „Vy nič neviete 50 a ani nechápete, že je pre vás lepšie, aby zomrel jeden človek za ľud a aby nezahynul celý národ.“ 51 To však nepovedal sám od seba, ale ako veľkňaz v tom roku prorokoval, že Ježiš má zomrieť za národ. 52 A nielen za národ, ale aj preto, aby zhromaždil dovedna rozptýlené Božie deti. 53 A od toho dňa boli rozhodnutí, že ho zabijú. 54 Preto sa Ježiš už nepohyboval verejne medzi Židmi, ale odišiel odtiaľ do kraja blízko púšte, do mesta nazývaného Efrajim, a tam sa zdržiaval aj s učeníkmi. 55 Blízko bola židovská Veľká noc a mnohí z toho kraja pred Veľkou nocou vystupovali do Jeruzalema očistiť sa. 56 Hľadali teda Ježiša, a keď postávali v chráme, medzi sebou si hovorili: „Čo myslíte? Príde vôbec na sviatky?“ 57 No veľkňazi a farizeji vydali nariadenie, že ak sa niekto dozvie, kde je, má to oznámiť, aby ho mohli chytiť. Ježiš zomrel, aby sme my mohli žiť. Pán Boh má Svoj plán záchrany pre teba, pre mňa, pre tento svet. Uskutočnil ho skrze Svojho jednorodeného Syna, nášho Pána, Ježiša Krista. V Ňom nám ponúka samého Seba. Túži nás k Sebe privinúť. Vie, že my by sme sa k Nemu sami nikdy nedostali, preto prichádza On k nám. Pán si použil Kaifáša, aby nám to vysvetlil: „Lepšie bude pre vás, keď jeden človek umrie za ľud a nezahynie celý národ… a nielen za národ, ale aj aby zhromaždil rozptýlené deti Božie“ (J 11,50-52). Od pádu Adama a Evy je medzi nami a Pánom Bohom priepasť. Pán Ježiš dobrovoľne zomrel, aby túto priepasť preklenul a aby sme mohli žiť v Božej prítomnosti. Preto sa narodil a dostal meno Ježiš – Vysloboditeľ, Spasiteľ, Záchranca, doslovne – Hospodin je spása. Prijmime to, čo nám ponúka! Odovzdajme Mu svoj hriešny život a prijmime od Neho nový! Modlitba: Pane Ježišu, chválime Ťa, že si si s nami dobrovoľne vymenil miesto na kríži! Prijal si náš trest a zobral si ho na Seba, aby nám boli odpustené hriechy a mohli sme mať život v plnosti. Ďakujeme, že si nám vrátil náš vzťah s naším nebeským Otcom! Prosíme, veď nás Svojím Duchom Svätým, aby sme mohli svojím životom vydávať svedectvo o Tvojej láske k nám! Amen. Pieseň: ES 92 Autor: Oľga Kaňuchová Moja ruka založila zem a Moja pravica roztiahla nebesia. Ja som na ne zavolal a povstali spolu. Izaiáš 48,13 Hoden si, Pane a Bože náš, prijať slávu, česť i moc, lebo Ty si stvoril všetky veci a z Tvojej vôle boli a sú stvorené. Zjavenie 4,11 1.Jána 1,8 – 2,2 •  Modlíme sa za: Mníšek nad Hnilcom (KoS) Otázky na rozjímanie: Ako dnes uznávam, že Ježiš zomrel nie len za národ, ale aby zhromaždil rozptýlené Božie deti – aj mňa? Čo pre mňa znamená Kaifášovo prorocké slová, že lepšie je, keď jeden zomrie za ľud, namiesto môjho večného zahynutia? Ako môžem dnes prijať Ježiša ako Vysloboditeľa, ktorý preklenul priepasť medzi mnou a Otcom svojou smrťou? Dnes som vďačný za tieto 3 veci: _________________________________ _________________________________ _________________________________ Viac o vďačnosti, čo to je, prečo je dôležité byť vďačný, ako praktizovať vďačnosť nájdeš na blogu

Archeológ a predseda výboru Slovenského archeologického a historického inštitútu. Orientuje sa na archeológiu starovekého blízkeho východu a obdobie časného stredoveku na území strednej Európy. Vyštudoval históriu - filozofiu na UK v Bratislave, archeológiu na UK v Bratislave, doktorát má na tému časnostredoveké hradiská na území Veľkej Moravy, tiež na UK. Pochádza zo Starej Bošáce, narodil sa v Trenčíne. Aktuálne stavia archeopark v Bošáckej doline. Je ženatý, má dvoch synov. Manželka je archeologička, venuje sa archeológii Blízkeho východu, synovia (13 a 7) sa tiež zaujímajú o archeológiu. Má rád staré umenie, starých majstrov, antické umenie. Mimochodom je zanietený psíčkár. | Hosť: Drahoslav Hulínek (archeológ a predseda výboru Slovenského archeologického a historického inštitútu). | Moderuje: Kata Martinková. | Tolkšou Nočná pyramída pripravuje Slovenský rozhlas, Rádio Slovensko, SRo1.

Vyřezat a vysekat nálety na zhruba hektarovém pozemku kolem kostela by zaměstnancům obce trvalo několik měsíců. S brigádníky je to otázka jediného dne.

MALIČKOSTI A DROBNÉ MOMENTY RADOSTI Drobné momenty radosti, ako jemné ozdoby v hudbe, prichádzajú nečakane. Ako keď sa usmejeme — a až potom si uvedomíme, že sme sa usmiali. Usmejme sa aj vo vnútri, že sa nášho srdca dotkla radosť.   AKO STRÁCAŤ A NEPRESTAŤ MILOVAŤ V živote všetci strácame. A zároveň sa učíme sa umeniu života - ako neprestať milovať. Nechajte sa inšpirovať spolu s nami hudbou Johanna Sebastiana Bacha. Ponúkame siedmu z 30 Goldbergových variácií, ktorú interpretuje talentovaná klaviristka Kimiko Ishizaka. Táto variácia nás v Plamienku priviedla k úsmevu a nachádzaniu radosti. Vnímate to aj Vy?  

Ján 11,32-45 32 Keď Mária prišla na miesto, kde bol Ježiš, a zbadala ho, padla mu k nohám a povedala: „Pane, keby si bol býval tu, nebol by mi brat zomrel.“ 33 Keď Ježiš videl, že plače a že plačú aj Židia, ktorí prišli s ňou, zachvel sa v duchu a vzrušený 34 sa pýtal: „Kde ste ho položili?“ Povedali mu: „Pane, poď sa pozrieť!“ 35 Ježiš zaplakal. 36 Tu povedali Židia: „Hľa, ako ho mal rád!“ 37 Niektorí z nich však hovorili: „Či nemohol ten, ktorý otvoril oči slepému, urobiť aj to, aby tento nezomrel?“ 38 Ježiš sa znova rozochvel a pristúpil k hrobu. Bola to jaskyňa uzavretá kameňom. 39 Ježiš povedal: „Odvaľte kameň!“ Marta, sestra zomrelého, mu povedala: „Pane, už páchne, veď je už štvrtý deň mŕtvy!“ 40 Ježiš jej odpovedal: „Nepovedal som ti, že ak uveríš, uvidíš Božiu slávu?“ 41 Odvalili teda kameň. Ježiš pozdvihol oči hore a povedal: „Otče, ďakujem ti, že si ma vypočul. 42 Ja som vedel, že ma vždy vypočuješ, ale pre zástup, ktorý tu stojí, som to povedal, aby uverili, že si ma ty poslal.“ 43 Keď to povedal, zvolal mocným hlasom: „Lazár, poď von!“ 44 A mŕtvy vyšiel. Nohy a ruky mal ovinuté plátnom a jeho tvár bola obviazaná šatkou. Ježiš im povedal: „Rozviažte ho a nechajte ho odísť!“ 45 Vtedy mnohí zo Židov, ktorí prišli k Márii a videli, čo urobil, uverili v neho. Ježiš s tebou cíti a má pre teba hojnosť požehnania. Možno sa cítiš podobne ako Mária, ktorej sa smrťou brata zrútil celý svet. Vyčítaš Pánu Bohu, že nezasiahol podľa tvojich predstáv. Zúfaš si a obviňuješ Ho, že Mu na tebe nezáleží, lebo ti nepomohol. Nevidíš však, že Pán Ježiš s tebou cíti. Plače s tebou, zotiera ti slzy z očí. Ty si však zahľadený do seba. Zdvihni svoj zrak na Kristov kríž a pozri sa do prázdneho hrobu. Uvidíš slávu Božiu: „Ježiš jej riekol: Či som ti nepovedal: Ak budeš veriť, uvidíš slávu Božiu?“ (J 11,40). Ježiš na golgotskom kríži zomieral za každý tvoj problém a trápenie. Vie o tebe, miluje ťa, si pre Neho vzácny. Dôveruj Mu a vlož sa do Jeho milujúcich prebodnutých, objímajúcich rúk! Už tu, na zemi, má s tebou dobré plány a hojnosť požehnania. V budúcnosti ťa čaká večný život. Kiež by tvoj život s Ježišom odzrkadľoval Božiu slávu a stal si sa požehnaním a povzbudením aj pre svoje okolie! Modlitba: Pane Ježišu, chválime Ťa za Tvoju lásku k nám, ktorú si nám ukázal, keď si za nás zomrel a porazil si smrť. Prosíme, odpusť nám, keď sa nechávame oklamať a nevidíme, čo si pre nás urobil a ako nás miluješ! Ďakujeme Ti za požehnanie v tejto časnosti, aj za povzbudenie slovami o večnom živote. Amen. Pieseň: ES 150 Autor: Oľga Kaňuchová Raduj sa v Hospodinovi a dá ti, po čom túži tvoje srdce. Žalm 37,4 Keď teda vy, hoci ste zlí, viete dávať dobré dary svojim deťom, o čo skôr dá dobré dary váš nebeský Otec tým, čo Ho prosia! Matúš 7,11 Ján 16,29-33 •  Modlíme sa za: Michalovce (ŠZS) Otázky na rozjímanie: Ako dnes padám k Ježišovým nohám s Máriou, keď štvrtý deň páchne moja situácia, a verím v Božiu slávu? Čo pre mňa znamená počuť Ježišov plač so mnou a Jeho mocný hlas „Lazár, poď von!“, ktorý privoláva život z hrobu? Ako môžem dnes dovoliť Ježišovi rozviazať plátna z mojich rukám a nôh, aby som odišiel slobodný v Jeho moci? Dnes som vďačný za tieto 3 veci: _________________________________ _________________________________ _________________________________ Viac o vďačnosti, čo to je, prečo je dôležité byť vďačný, ako praktizovať vďačnosť nájdeš na blogu

Íránský nejvyšší vůdce, ajatolláh Alí Chameneí, který zemi vládl téměř čtyři desetiletí, zemřel při sobotních společných americko-izraelských útocích. Potvrdila v neděli íránská státní média. Íránský prezident Masúd Pezeškján prohlásil, že zabití Chamenejího bylo „vyhlášením války muslimům“. Co umožnilo USA a Izraeli odstranit nejvyššího íránského vůdce Chameneího, vysvětluje ve speciálním vysílání Radiožurnálu Lukáš Dyčka, vojenský analytik z Vojenské akademie ve Vyškově.

Íránský nejvyšší vůdce, ajatolláh Alí Chameneí, který zemi vládl téměř čtyři desetiletí, zemřel při sobotních společných americko-izraelských útocích. Potvrdila v neděli íránská státní média. Íránský prezident Masúd Pezeškján prohlásil, že zabití Chamenejího bylo „vyhlášením války muslimům“. Co umožnilo USA a Izraeli odstranit nejvyššího íránského vůdce Chameneího, vysvětluje ve speciálním vysílání Radiožurnálu Lukáš Dyčka, vojenský analytik z Vojenské akademie ve Vyškově.

Íránský nejvyšší vůdce, ajatolláh Alí Chameneí, který zemi vládl téměř čtyři desetiletí, zemřel při sobotních společných americko-izraelských útocích. Potvrdila v neděli íránská státní média. Íránský prezident Masúd Pezeškján prohlásil, že zabití Chamenejího bylo „vyhlášením války muslimům“. Co umožnilo USA a Izraeli odstranit nejvyššího íránského vůdce Chameneího, vysvětluje ve speciálním vysílání Radiožurnálu Lukáš Dyčka, vojenský analytik z Vojenské akademie ve Vyškově.Všechny díly podcastu Hlavní zprávy - rozhovory a komentáře můžete pohodlně poslouchat v mobilní aplikaci mujRozhlas pro Android a iOS nebo na webu mujRozhlas.cz.

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Hostia: Vincent Bujňák (ústavný právnik z Univerzity Komenského) a Michal Mislovič (analytik agentúry NMS Market Research). | Plánované zmeny: Nebude sa dať voliť poštou, ústavnoprávne rozmery tejto problematiky, príklady zo zahraničia. Ako to majú nastavené v iných krajinách, presun voľby na ambasády – čo to prinesie? Aký veľký počet je voličov v zahraničí? Môže ísť o rozhodujúce percentá v prípadnom víťazstve jednej či druhej strany, komu to najviac prospeje a komu naopak uškodí? Vyššie kvórum do NR SR: Diskusia o 7-percentnom kvóre. O aký zásadný zásah by išlo pri politickej súťaži? Ohrozené strany týmito percentami, riešenia v podobe dvoj či trojkoalícií – súlad s prípadnými legislatívnymi úpravami, pre koho to má význam a prínos? Volebná kaucia: Súčasný stav, vyjadrenia z koaličného tábora, vyššia suma, nové politické subjekty a prípadné problémy pri založení strán a podobne. | Voľby zo zahraničia. | Moderuje: Juraj Jedinák; | Diskusiu Z prvej ruky pripravuje Slovenský rozhlas, Rádio Slovensko, SRo1. Vysielame každý pracovný deň o 12:30 v Rádiu Slovensko.

TICHÝ TANEC ŽIVOTA: Keď smútok na chvíľu povolí, život sám zosilnie. Tichý tanec života nás vedie ďalej. AKO STRÁCAŤ A NEPRESTAŤ MILOVAŤ V živote všetci strácame. A zároveň sa učíme sa umeniu života - ako neprestať milovať. Nechajte sa inšpirovať spolu s nami hudbou Johanna Sebastiana Bacha. Ponúkame štvrtú z 30 Godlbergových variácií, ktorú interpretuje talentovaná klaviristka Kimiko Ishizaka. Táto variácia nás v Plamienku inšpirovala premýšľať o tichom tanci života. Vnímate ho aj Vy?

MARIÁN ANDRIČÍK Literárny vedec, prekladateľ a vysokoškolský pedagóg, prodekan Filozofickej fakulty Univerzity Pavla Jozefa Šafárika v Košiciach. Vyštudoval slovenčinu a angličtinu na Filozofickej fakulte Univerzity Komenského v Bratislave. Pracoval ako redaktor časopisu Dotyky. Venuje sa prekladu poézie, prózy, divadelných a rozhlasových hier, esejí aj odbornej literatúry. V roku 1993 získal prémiu Slovenského literárneho fondu za preklad výberu z poézie Johna Keatsa, v roku 1996 za antológiu beatnickej poézie, v roku 2005 za výber z poézie Williama Blaka, v roku 2006 za Anglicko-slovenský a slovensko-anglický slovník a Krištáľové krídlo za rok 2020 v kategórii Publicistika a literatúra za historicky prvý slovenský preklad jedného z najvýznamnejších diel svetovej literatúry – biblického eposu Johna Miltona Stratený raj. V roku 2025 vyšiel vo vydavateľstve Modrý Peter jeho preklad Sonetov Williama Shakespeara. KLUB INŠPIRATÍVNYCH DIEL je čitateľský klub zdieľajúci radosť zo spoločného objavovania klasickej literatúry a umenia. Textové semináre vedené pedagógom a filozofom Jánom Hreškom prebiehajú dvakrát do mesiaca v Čitárni Okresnej knižnici Dávida Gutgesela v Bardejove a sú otvorené pre verejnosť. REFLEKTOR ŠPECIÁL je séria podcastov, v ktorých stručne spovedáme zaujímavých ľudí kultúrno-spoločenského života z celého Slovenska. Rozširujeme tak formát klasických živých diskusií Reflektor, ktorý vznikol v Bardejove v roku 2015. (19. 12. 2025) Pýta sa: Ján Hreško Strihá: Jakub Lenart Zvučka: Peťo Sivanič & Alenka Petejová Kontakt: info@kandelaber.sk Podporiť nás môžete tu: cutt.ly/fwN6NGZK www.kandelaber.sk

SPOMIENKY A LÁSKA ŽIJÚ S NAMI KAŽDÝ DEŇ: Možno v tejto skladbe nájdeme energiu, ktorú potrebujeme, aby sme zvládli obyčajné dni – pracovať, starať sa o deti, nakupovať, telefonovať… Nech nás krása tónov a neviditeľné struny lásky nesú – a pomaly vracajú do tanca života.  AKO STRÁCAŤ A NEPRESTAŤ MILOVAŤ V živote všetci strácame. A zároveň sa učíme sa umeniu života - ako neprestať milovať. Nechajte sa inšpirovať spolu s nami hudbou Johanna Sebastiana Bacha. Ponúkame prvú z 30 Goldbergových variácií, ktorú interpretuje talentovaná klaviristka Kimiko Ishizaka. Táto variácia nás v Plamienku inšpirovala k spomínaniu a nájdeniu energie k bežným veciam. Vnímate to aj Vy?  

Krátce před nahráváním posunula vzácná hostka svou účast a Slejvák tak musel zaimprovizovat. Naštěstí tady jste Vy, naši milí posluchači a posluchačky, a v krátké době jste na naše vyžádání zaslali nejrůznější dotazy a komentáře na Instagram @slejvak_radiowave.

Krátce před nahráváním posunula vzácná hostka svou účast a Slejvák tak musel zaimprovizovat. Naštěstí tady jste Vy, naši milí posluchači a posluchačky, a v krátké době jste na naše vyžádání zaslali nejrůznější dotazy a komentáře na Instagram @slejvak_radiowave.Všechny díly podcastu Slejvák můžete pohodlně poslouchat v mobilní aplikaci mujRozhlas pro Android a iOS nebo na webu mujRozhlas.cz.

Laureátka Pribinvho kríža II. triedy - za mimoriadne zásluhy o kultúrny rozvoj Slovenskej republiky. Vydavateľka časopisu Slovenka, zakladateľka a organizátorka ankety Slovenka roka. Je zakladateľka a riaditeľka podujatia Slovenský deň kroja, ktoré sa koná každoročne v Banskej Bystrici. Stojí aj za projektom Filmový chodník slávy v Bratislave. Patrí medzi osobnosti, ktoré dlhodobo formujú kultúrny a spoločenský priestor na Slovensku. Vyštudovala zahraničný obchod na Ekonomickej univerzite v Bratislave. Je zdatná obchodníčka. Povestná je svojou pracovitosťou a prísnym prístupom k práci. Miluje kvety, pestuje si ich sama vo svojej záhrade, má osem vnúčat. | Hostka: Mária Reháková (vydavateľka časopisu, laureátka Pribinovho kríža II. triedy). | Moderuje: Kata Martinková. | Tolkšou Nočná pyramída pripravuje Slovenský rozhlas, Rádio Slovensko, SRo1.

Demonstrace, na kterých řeční mimo jiné i umělci, se stávají pravidelnou realitou. Po Slovensku občanská společnost, respektive její část, stojí na nohou i v Česku. Jsou to protesty na podporu prezidenta Petra Pavla, jindy zase kvůli podpoře Ukrajiny. „Vyčlenit se z politiky v lidské činnosti nejde, divadlo nemůže být nepolitické. To, co jsme ochotní vnímat ve veřejném prostoru, zhrublo,“ říká režisér a umělecký šéf Dejvického divadla Jiří Havelka v Hovorech.

Demonstrace, na kterých řeční mimo jiné i umělci, se stávají pravidelnou realitou. Po Slovensku občanská společnost, respektive její část, stojí na nohou i v Česku. Jsou to protesty na podporu prezidenta Petra Pavla, jindy zase kvůli podpoře Ukrajiny. „Vyčlenit se z politiky v lidské činnosti nejde, divadlo nemůže být nepolitické. To, co jsme ochotní vnímat ve veřejném prostoru, zhrublo,“ říká režisér a umělecký šéf Dejvického divadla Jiří Havelka v Hovorech.Všechny díly podcastu Hovory můžete pohodlně poslouchat v mobilní aplikaci mujRozhlas pro Android a iOS nebo na webu mujRozhlas.cz.

Život Ludmily a Viliama Sedlárovcov pripomína cestu okolo sveta. Po okupácii v auguste '68 emigrovali do Švajčiarska, na dôchodok sa presťahovali do Austrálie, po páde komunizmu sa vracali aj na Slovensko. Vtedy sa začal nevšedný filantropický príbeh, ktorý ich oboch prežil. Vypočujte si podcast Bod k dobru, v ktorom približujeme pestré a nevšedné podoby pomáhania. Všetko sa to točí okolo známeho mlyna Klepáč v bratislavskej rekreačnej oblasti Železná studnička. Ten pred znárodnením patril rodine Ludmily Sedlárovej-Rabanovej. Kedysi vychýrenú výletnú reštauráciu uprostred lesov získali manželia Sedlárovci v reštitúcii ako ruinu a rozhodli sa ju opraviť. Ich snom bolo vytvoriť uprostred prírody oázu pre mládež a deti, ktoré oni sami nemali. „Viliam sa pustil do rekonštrukcie, keď mal 70 rokov. Jeho devízou bolo, že dokázal ľudí nadchnúť a dlhodobo ich zapojiť do spolupráce,“ hovorí Peter Robl, správca fondu, ktorý dnes napĺňa filantropický odkaz manželov Sedlárovcov. V podcaste sa dozviete: ako sa Sedlárovci dostali do Švajčiarska, prečo si vybrali Austráliu za miesto svojho dôchodku, ako Viliam pomáhal rodnej obci Jasová, prečo po osemdesiatke chodil na súdya či sa naplní želanie venovať Klepáč deťom. Kto boli manželia Sedlárovci? Ludmila Sedlárová-Rabanová bola prvou vysokoškolskou pedagogičkou genetiky na Slovensku. Viliam vyštudoval Slovenskú technickú univerzitu v Bratislave. Po auguste 1968 emigrovali do Švajčiarska, ako šesťdesiatnici sa odsťahovali do Austrálie, kde žili až do Ludmilinej smrti. Viliam sa potom vrátil na Slovensko a venoval sa mlynu Klepáč. Vlani nás opustil vo veku 96 rokov. Kto je Peter Robl? Peter Robl je od júna 2013 správcom Neinvestičného fondu Mlyn Klepáč, ktorý zastrešuje filantropické aktivity Sedlárovcov. Vyše 20 rokov pracuje na manažérskych pozíciách v stavebníctve. Bod k dobru V podcaste Bod k dobru už tretí rok predstavujeme inšpiratívne osobnosti z biznisu, kultúry a verejného života. Bod k dobru vám prináša Nadácia Pontis, ktorá sa dlhodobo venuje rozvíjaniu filantropie, sociálnych inovácií a zodpovedného podnikania. Podcast vzniká v spolupráci s portálom Aktuality.sk a moderuje ho Martin Staňo.

Letos 4. března uplyne pět let od smrti (a 11. července 85 let od narození) Františka Lízny. Katolický kněz, jezuita, antikomunista, někdejší disident a politický vězeň, po převratu vězeňský kaplan a farář z Vyšehorek u Mohelnice zemřel po nákaze koronavirem roku 2021 ve věku 79 let. Po roce 1989 se věnoval těm nejpotřebnějším, propuštěným vězňům a lidem bez domova, jimž byla jeho fara otevřena. Na protest proti českému anticiganismu přijal romskou národnost.

Letos 4. března uplyne pět let od smrti (a 11. července 85 let od narození) Františka Lízny. Katolický kněz, jezuita, antikomunista, někdejší disident a politický vězeň, po převratu vězeňský kaplan a farář z Vyšehorek u Mohelnice zemřel po nákaze koronavirem roku 2021 ve věku 79 let. Po roce 1989 se věnoval těm nejpotřebnějším, propuštěným vězňům a lidem bez domova, jimž byla jeho fara otevřena. Na protest proti českému anticiganismu přijal romskou národnost.Všechny díly podcastu Příběhy 20. století můžete pohodlně poslouchat v mobilní aplikaci mujRozhlas pro Android a iOS nebo na webu mujRozhlas.cz.

Letos 4. března uplyne pět let od smrti (a 11. července 85 let od narození) Františka Lízny. Katolický kněz, jezuita, antikomunista, někdejší disident a politický vězeň, po převratu vězeňský kaplan a farář z Vyšehorek u Mohelnice zemřel po nákaze koronavirem roku 2021 ve věku 79 let. Po roce 1989 se věnoval těm nejpotřebnějším, propuštěným vězňům a lidem bez domova, jimž byla jeho fara otevřena. Na protest proti českému anticikanismu přijal romskou národnost.

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Hosťom relácie Dírerov filter bol investigatívny novinár Marek Vagovič. Vyštudoval históriu na Trnavskej univerzite. Ako investigatívny novinár pracuje od svojich 26 rokov. Pracoval v denníkoch Pravda, Sme a týždenníkoch Týždeň a Domino fórum. V portáli aktuality.sk rozbiehal investigatívny tím, v ktorom pracoval aj s Jánom Kuciakom. Po odchode z aktuality.sk nastúpil v denníku Postoj. Moderuje talk-show Večer s Marekom Vagovičom a Bod zlomu. Sedemkrát vyhral Novinársku cenu NOS a získal aj českú Cenu Ferdinanda Peroutku. Je autorom viacerých úspešných kníh o Robertovi Ficovi či Čurillovcoch. Teraz mu vychádza kniha o generálnom prokurátorovi Marošovi Žilinkovi. V relácii Dírerov filter hovoril aj o tom:- ako si spomína na deň vraždy J. Kuciaka- prečo 8 rokov od vraždy nepoznáme všetkých vinníkov- či bude súd dovtedy, kým Kočnerovi nedokážu vinu- či je vôľa dotiahnuť túto kauzu do konca- či sa Slovensko politicky vracia pred rok 2018

Jedni nepôjdu na dovolenku, druhí nekupujú drahé ryby, ďalší znižujú podporu dobročinných organizácií. Februárové výplaty sú tu a zamestnanci prvýkrát vidia, ako konsolidácia ovplyvňuje ich príjmy. Vyššie odvody, znížené bonusy, menej sviatkov a s tým aj menej príplatkov za prácu či vyššie dane sa navyše dejú popri rastúcich nákladoch na život. A vyhliadky? Ani tie nie sú bohvieaké, rast ekonomiky je veľmi pomalý, dlhodobá udržateľnosť našich verejných financií má v sebe veľa rizík a hrozí nám dlhová špirála a predsa len aj ďalšie konsolidácie. Ako to celé znášajú slovenské domácnosti? Viac si Nikola Šuliková Bajánová povie s reportérkou domácej redakcie denníka SME Michaelou Štalmachovou. Zdroje zvukov: Markíza, STVR, Youtube/SMER - Sociálna Demokracia, Facebook/Úrad vlády Slovenskej republiky, TA3 Odporúčanie: Pre veľký úspech prichádzajú tvorcovia Piatočka s druhou vedomostnou šou Nie alebo áno. Hosťami budú publicista a prekladateľ Samo Marec a komentátor denníka SME Peter Tkačenko. Spolu s nimi si budete môcť otestovať tie najzbytočnejšie vedomosti o slovenskej politike. Nejde o klasický kvíz, ale o vedomostnú súťaž, ktorá bude prebiehať súčasne naživo, ako aj online. A to v utorok 3. marca o 19.00 v bratislavskom Kácečku. Lístky a viac informácií nájdete na piatocek.com. To je pre tentoraz všetko, počúvali ste Dobré ráno, denný podcast denníka SME s Nikolou Šulikovou Bajánovou. Takisto dnes vychádza podcastová novinka O divadle s Maxom, v ktorej sa Max Sobek rozpráva s osobnosťami, áno, správne, divadelnej scény. No a ako lepšie odštartovať takýto podcast ako rozhovorom s Robertom Rothom. – Všetky podcasty denníka SME nájdete na⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ sme.sk/podcasty⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ – Odoberajte aj audio verziu denného newslettra⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ SME.sk⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ s najdôležitejšími správami na⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ sme.sk/brifingSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

„Zatmělo se mi před očima, vyskočil jsem na pódium a zařval: ,Vy jdete do p….!. A my jdeme do stávky‘!“ vzpomíná režisér Václav Marhoul na osudný 21. listopad 1989, kdy před zraky stovek zaměstnanců Filmového studia Barrandov 1989 vyprovodil do historie zkoprnělé zástupce stranické buňky KSČ. Ti se totiž pokoušeli bagatelizovat masakr studentů na Národní třídě. Sám netušil, že v ten okamžik změnil budoucnost svoji, Barrandova a snad i českého filmu.

Kṛṣṇa is saying in that context that what is going to happen to you is you're still going to be under the control of the same mode of nature, because that maneuver is not going to help you. That's why He goes on to talk about the modes of nature and how to transcend them and so forth. As far as our prospects go, they're excellent. First of all, as we've discussed before, we're not even part of the material world, so we have that going for us. But for starters, you know you don't belong here in the first place, and there's a very encouraging section of the Vedānta-sūtra that Prabhupāda quotes here in the Bhagavad-gītā, in which Vyāsadeva says that no one should consider that they're permanently unqualified. (I'm paraphrasing, of course, because I'm talking about a sūtra.) No one can claim that they're permanently unqualified. The logic he uses is that all these śāstras are telling us: "Rise. Rise above the modes of material nature." He said if the śāstras are telling you to do that, it means you can do it. Otherwise, the śāstras wouldn't make any sense; it would be illogical. He said, therefore, you can do it. So we should take it from that, and from the fact that all the sages are saying you can rise, to take to the process. Prabhupāda says in a lecture it's two things you need: one is knowledge and the other is practice. And if you put those together, you rise above. ----------------------------------------------------------- To connect with His Grace Vaiśeṣika Dāsa, please visit https://www.fanthespark.com/next-steps/ask-vaisesika-dasa/?utm_source=youtube&utm_medium=video&utm_campaign=launch2025 ------------------------------------------------------------ Add to your wisdom literature collection: https://iskconsv.com/book-store/?utm_source=youtube&utm_medium=video&utm_campaign=launch2025 https://www.bbtacademic.com/books/?utm_source=youtube&utm_medium=video&utm_campaign=launch2025 https://thefourquestionsbook.com/?utm_source=youtube&utm_medium=video&utm_campaign=launch2025 ------------------------------------------------------------ Join us live on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/FanTheSpark/ Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/sound-bhakti/id1132423868 For the latest videos, subscribe https://www.youtube.com/@FanTheSpark For the latest in SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/fan-the-spark ------------------------------------------------------------ #bhagavadgita #spiritualawakening #soul #spiritualexperience #spiritualpurposeoflife #spiritualgrowthlessons #secretsofspirituality #vaisesikaprabhu #vaisesikadasa #vaisesikaprabhulectures #spirituality #bhaktiyoga #krishna #spiritualpurposeoflife #krishnaspirituality #spiritualusachannel #whybhaktiisimportant #whyspiritualityisimportant #vaisesika #spiritualconnection #thepowerofspiritualstudy #selfrealization #spirituallectures #spiritualstudy #spiritualquestions #spiritualquestionsanswered #trendingspiritualtopics #fanthespark #spiritualpowerofmeditation #spiritualteachersonyoutube #spiritualhabits #spiritualclarity #bhagavadgita #srimadbhagavatam #spiritualbeings #kttvg #keepthetranscendentalvibrationgoing #spiritualpurpose

The Homeland calls for Gunnar, And So Does Love.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.‘You are the Tin Man. This tour; is the Oil Can. Figure it out.'A recently widowed Norwegian American plans his escape from a Minnesota nursing home to travel abroad and join a ‘Christmas in Norway Tour’. While battling his fears, he meets a beautiful young tour guide and her divorced mother, who years later, still bears scars from her unfaithful husband’s affair. This story is about overcoming those fears to let healing begin. This story picks up after that, and shows the lingering effects of a husband’s extra-marital affair on his family. This is also a Christmas story, so expect to travel to locations in Norway, encounter Norwegian Christmas traditions, and maybe even get sprinkled with pixie-dust!“A man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self - in the mirror of some woman’s eyes” - Clare Booth LucePrequel: The Ruined ChristmasOslo, Norway - Three Years AgoMy name is Jorunn. As a Norwegian landsby girl, Mamma and I spent Christmas week in Bergen, visiting her family and celebrating my 22nd birthday. We decided to leave Bergen two days early so that Pappa would not have to celebrate New Year’s Eve alone. During the week, while we were away, Pappa told us how he missed us.We arrived back home in mid-afternoon, just as the sun was setting, and saw our Christmas Star lit up in the window. After entering the house, we heard Pappa moaning upstairs and went up to see if he was all right. Opening the bedroom door, we saw him humping a strange woman!“What are you doing?” shouted Mamma.Pappa replied, “Leah, you’re home early.”“Who is this woman?”“She’s just a slut. She means nothing to me.”The woman yelped, “I am not a slut! I am a happily married woman.”Mamma yelled, “I can see what keeps you happy.”Pappa yelled back, “I still love you, Leah. Let me get rid of this slut. She’s only here because I was lonely. We can talk.”Mamma replied, “You can talk to my advokater. We’re through! How can I ever trust you again, you bastard? Do you realize what you have done to our family!”Mamma began sobbing and ran down the stairs.Pappa looked at me and said, “Jorunn, none of this would have happened if your mother hadn’t come home early and seen us.”I looked at Pappa and saw his slime-covered beard slick with the woman’s juices. “You’re wrong Pappa. It did happen. Mamma and I just wouldn’t have known. You said you didn’t want to be seen by us. That works both ways! I don’t ever want to talk to you or see you ever again!”I ran downstairs to Mamma, and with our suitcases still in the boot, we drove to a friend’s house.Gunnar and Nurse RatchedDecember 13 - MorningMinneapolis, Minnesota - Present DayI pressed the button on my cell phone and hung up after talking with Roger Mans, my long-time friend and attorney. My two adult children texted a few days ago they wanted to visit me here in the nursing home. I had not seen them since the funeral of my wife, Solveig, and that was two months ago. Their plan was for me to sign their power of attorney forms, giving them full control over me and my affairs. But my plan was different, and now was time to put it into place.Two years ago, at just 54 years old, I had a stroke. A devastating paralysis left me needing a lot of care, and therapy to regain my mobility, speech, and other functions.I realized Solveig was unable to care for me at our home. She tried with all her heart, but she was also fighting her own battle with cancer, and undergoing her own rigorous treatments.So I decided to enter a nursing home, while I continued to get rehab. I wanted a facility with a stroke recovery unit. This limited my nursing home choices. The only thing making life bearable here, was Solveig faithfully visiting me, and sneaking an occasional home-cooked meal past the head nurse and her staff. Sadly, Solveig succumbed to the cancer while I was still a resident at the ‘Bethel Retirement Center'. At Solveig’s funeral, my children promised to visit often, but as usual, I could never count on them for anything.Without my wife here to check on things, my decent clothes never came back from the laundry, and instead, the staff returned excuses. I put on old sweatpants and an old sweatshirt. It would do for now. I prepared myself for this day by walking the halls of the nursing home, attending physical therapy sessions, and taking care of myself without help from the staff. Still not fully recovered, but like my clothing, it would do for now.I said goodbye to Alfred, my shared roommate. He nodded, wished me luck, and said he would love to go with me. I felt sorry for him. He was a great storyteller but needed to use his walker, and physically, he required the kind of care they provided here.I walked down the hall to the nurse’s station and found Molly Turner, the rather brusque chief nurse, and her two assistants sitting behind it. “Good morning, Nurse Ratched,” I said.“Good day to you, Gunnar,” she replied.“I’m checking out,” I said.“Be serious, Gunnar. No one ever checks out of a nursing home, unless they are flat on their back with a toe tag.”I looked at her and smiled, “I only hope that will be your Fate, Molly.”“That’s not a nice thing to say, Gunnar. Now, return to your room or I will have dietary take away your rice pudding for a week.”The rice pudding here was a pale imitation of the riskrem, which Solvieg would make every Christmas. I would miss it this year. I gave Nurse Ratched a one-fingered salute, then walked toward the exit. There was a scramble of squeaky chairs and shouts behind me, and I heard their footsteps closing in on me. As I pushed the two doors open to the main lobby, there was Roger, standing next to the nursing home administrator. I walked up to my lawyer, and shook his hand, “Thank you, old friend.”I turned to see a stunned Nurse Ratched. “Allow me to escort Mr. Larsen back to his room,” she meekly pronounced.The nursing home administrator said, “That won’t be necessary, Molly. Mr. Larsen is leaving us. He isn’t taking anything with him. You may clear out his room and get it ready for the next resident.”I looked Nurse Ratched in the eye and saw the fires of hell blazing within. Then, it was my turn to smile back.All my therapists had agreed that my rehab was successful. My speech skills were quite restored. My left arm and leg took longer to restore. But it was good enough to ditch the wheelchair, then the walker, then the cane. What really set me back was the grief of losing my wife, and the guilt of not being there when she needed me most.Gunnar’s HouseRoger drove me to my house. I hadn't been there in two years. It looked pathetic. No one bothered shoveling the snow on the walkway, and I feared what my children may have done to the inside. I found the hidden key I placed under a rock years ago and used it to enter through the front door. The living room and dining room furniture were mostly gone, or should I say, stolen. They had rifled through the small office nook next to the kitchen, with papers scattered over the kitchen countertops and floor.I turned and said, “You’re going to have your work cut out for you, Roger.”“This is exactly what you said would happen, Gunnar. Our firm will take care of it for you.”I opened a small drawer in the office nook and thankfully found my passport intact. It was useless to my children. I went to the master bedroom and saw the dresser drawers partially opened, with clothes scattered all about the floor. On top of the dresser was Solvieg’s jewelry box. I opened it, and few things remained. I was glad to see the gold charm bracelet I gave her 35 years ago for Christmas. She wore it a couple of times, then stopped, complaining it turned her wrist green as the fake gold coating wore away. But she kept it all these years. A worn-out trinket to my children, as precious as the Sauron’s Ring of Power to me. I picked it up and put it in the pocket of my sweatpants.I went into the walk-in closet and picked out some clothes, tossed them into an old gym bag, and said, “I’m done. We can go.”Roger said, “The locksmith and security company will meet me here this afternoon. Once they are done, your children will no longer have access.”“I’d rather not have an auction of whatever is left in the house. I don’t think Solveig would have liked that. Once you go through the papers, just throw everything left in a dumpster and haul it away. Whatever the two pirates plundered will be the only inheritance they will ever see from me.”Miller And Mans Law OfficeRoger and I next went to his office. I said hello to Jane, the long-time receptionist. I have always suspected that Jane knows everything that goes on here, and secretly runs the whole place, not unlike the way Nurse Ratched does in her domain. However, Jane does so with more efficiency, happiness, and joy for both clients and staff.Jane asked, “Can I get you anything, Gunnar?”“I’d love a cup of decent coffee, and an Apple Fritter if you have one.”“I’ll bring them to Roger’s office. Two creams and no sugar, if I remember right.”“Perfect, as always, Jane.”We went into Roger’s plush office, and I sat down in a chair more comfortable than any I sat in for the last two years.“Are you actually going to go through with this?” Roger asked.“Every bit of it,” I replied.I signed multiple papers, removing my two children as beneficiaries from my life insurance and investment accounts. I also gave Roger limited power of attorney to sell my house and dispose of its possessions.Jane arrived with the coffee and Apple Fritter. “Norway? Why would anyone want to go to Norway in December?”“Did Roger spill the beans?” I asked.Jane replied, “Every piece of paper that comes into this office passes through my hands. I opened your travel visa when it came in.”“Jane, I can’t spend Christmas here in Minnesota. The bitter wintry weather pales in comparison to the cold hearts of my own two children. The further away from them I am, the better. I’ve never been to Norway and have always wanted to see the 'home country’ of my ancestors.”Like I said, Jane knows all. The coffee tasted great, and the deep-fried Apple Fritter, one of Nursed Ratched’s 'prohibited foods’, was outstanding. Roger slid me a packet labeled 'Gunnar - Norway’. As Jane left, I opened it and looked at the contents. As planned, there was an international cell phone with a different number, a stack of krone, and three new credit cards bearing the name of a fictitious business. I handed Roger my old cell phone.“We’ll dispose of this for you. Your children will have no idea where you are unless they hire a private detective with exceptionally good connections. Legally, they have no rights to any of your assets, so even if somehow they track you to our law office, they will not get past Jane.”I believed Roger on that.“The tour company you asked us to sign you up with seems pretty sketchy. Their contract looks like something generated off a free online legal site. We reviewed it, it is crude, but legal and binding. If you back out, they still get paid. Why did you pick this tour company? There are many larger and more reputable companies we might have booked you with.”“It’s silly, Roger. I know it’s only a one-person company, run by a young vlogger in Norway. It was terribly boring in the nursing home, so I would spend evenings watching her videos as she traveled around Norway visiting various places, and leading small groups of tourists. It looked like the people were having fun and she made me laugh. Watching her videos was one of the few things that brought me any happiness.”“Why did you reserve for four persons?” asked Roger.“I wanted to make sure her Christmas in Norway tour wouldn’t be canceled. She has a four-person minimum.”“You won’t get those other bookings back, even if more people are going.”“I don’t need the money, Roger, but I do need this tour.”“How about clothing? You don’t have many clothes in that gym bag, Gunnar. Do you want to stop somewhere before we get to the airport?”“No. I’ll travel light. It’ll be easier when going through airport security. I’ll buy more clothes when I get to Norway.”“How about after you come back?”“I’m going to someplace warm and sunny. Maybe visit a mouse in Florida. I’ll be in touch if I need anything while I’m in Norway, and call you when I get back in three weeks.”Jorunn, The Tour GuideDecember 15 – Morning, Two Days LaterI spent yesterday shopping for the new clothes I would need. The tour is a mix of city and outdoor activities, so I bought a basic wardrobe, along with good walking shoes, snow pants, a warm jacket, and gloves. I ate lunch and dinner at two smaller restaurants. The food was good, but I felt lonely eating by myself, in a city I didn’t know, in a strange country. I missed Solveig very much and wished she were here with me.The next morning, I walked to the nearby hotel where the tour group would be meeting and followed the “Christmas in Norway Tour” sign to a small room off the lobby. There she was! Jorunn. My vlogger! She was about as tall as I am, at least when I can stand straight, with long blonde hair parted in the middle, clear blue eyes, and her signature radiant smile. She wore a Norwegian Dale sweater and brown pants.Jorunn spoke to me in Norwegian. “Excuse me, sir, this room is reserved for a tour group.”I hobbled closer. “Yes, and I’m one of the people taking the tour.”“We have a pretty active schedule for the next seven days, from December 15th through the 22nd. Do you think you are well enough to take this tour?”I wasn’t sure if I was, but I didn’t want to tell her that. “I won’t slow you down,” I replied.“What is your name?” she asked.“Gunnar Larsen.”She opened a small notebook and flipped through the pages. “It says here you are in a group of four. I see three other names. When are they coming?”“There won’t be any others from my group. One of the names is my recently deceased wife, the other two are my estranged adult children. I’m all there is.”Jorunn looked puzzled. “Only four people in total signed up, including you, all from your group. If the others aren’t coming, then you will be the only one. I don’t… I can’t… I mean, I have reservations I cannot cancel. You’re going to cost me a fortune whether I go through with the tour or not.”I replied, “The contract states that you have a four-person minimum. I am paying you in full for all four people. You won’t lose any money.”Jorunn smirked and looked like she was thinking. “I don’t know if you’re some kind of dirty old man, but if I agree to continue this tour, you should know that we will have separate rooms every night and there will be no sex of any kind. Judging by the way you look; I hope you can at least wipe your own butt!”“Your terms are acceptable. I had a stroke two years ago, but I have mostly recovered. I can walk, talk, and listen. I have trouble with my balance at times and sometimes slur my words. If you think something is too strenuous for me, I am willing to skip that part of the tour.”“Well, Mr. Larsen of Minnesota, you need to sign some release forms. As stated in the contract, I get to film the tour group for my vlogs, so I expect smiles when I am filming you. For now, go help yourself to breakfast. There is coffee, brunost, bread, and milk. Enough to feed four. Don’t expect me to serve you, and if you don’t know how to use a cheese sliver, learn fast.”She looked puzzled earlier but was now the confident Jorunn with whom I spent virtual evenings. I was delighted we worked this out. Smiles would not be a problem.OsloDecember 15 - MorningJorunn left the room and returned shortly with a small basket of food. “We have a lot of brunost left over, so I am going to make us a food packet for lunch called matpakke. I have a place in mind where we can sit and picnic.”“We will use the Vy app and Oslo Pass and travel by train and Metro. But today, we will mainly walk around Oslo. You will need to check into this hotel under the tour name if you have not done so. We will be in Oslo for two nights. The prepaid room is part of your tour package. I will try to cancel or change some reservations. Meet me back here in one hour.”I went back to my hotel to retrieve my belongings, then checked into the one Jorunn requested. It was not as nice as the one I left, but it was clean, and I did not want to make a fuss on the first day. I purchased a surprising amount of clothing yesterday and needed to make two trips to bring everything over. Then I returned to the meeting room and found Jorunn waiting.Jorunn and I walked from the hotel to Oslo Central Station and took a tram to the Vigeland Sculpture Park. Jorunn told me it is the world’s largest sculpture park made by a single artist, Gustav Vigeland, with over two hundred sculptures combining the human form with an element of fantasy. Most figures were naked, with a mix of vagueness and rather notably open precision. The most prominent sculpture was a 17-meter-high monolith consisting of 121 intertwined human figures clambering to the top, carved from a single stone block. We spent over an hour walking the grounds, and while it was interesting, I told Jorunn that I didn’t see much in the way of Christmas here.A combination of walking and a short bus ride brought us to the grounds of the Akershus Fortress. Constructed in the 13th century, it protects the waterfront and Oslo harbor. Also on the site was the restored Akershus Castle, which was formerly a residence of prior kings of Norway. Jorunn said it serves today as an entertainment and event center for the Norwegian government, and this close to Christmas was not open to the public.I found it challenging to walk the grounds of the Fortress, as there were steep inclines mixed with stone steps and cobblestone paths. Remnants of a prior snowstorm still lingered in shady areas and under arches, making the footing treacherous. We did stop at places offering magnificent views of the city of Oslo, the bay, and the fjord, and several ramparts still bore cannons. Jorunn was rather businesslike and did not seem to be enjoyin

The Homeland calls for Gunnar, And So Does Love.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.‘You are the Tin Man. This tour; is the Oil Can. Figure it out.'A recently widowed Norwegian American plans his escape from a Minnesota nursing home to travel abroad and join a ‘Christmas in Norway Tour’. While battling his fears, he meets a beautiful young tour guide and her divorced mother, who years later, still bears scars from her unfaithful husband’s affair. This story is about overcoming those fears to let healing begin. This story picks up after that, and shows the lingering effects of a husband’s extra-marital affair on his family. This is also a Christmas story, so expect to travel to locations in Norway, encounter Norwegian Christmas traditions, and maybe even get sprinkled with pixie-dust!“A man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self - in the mirror of some woman’s eyes” - Clare Booth LucePrequel: The Ruined ChristmasOslo, Norway - Three Years AgoMy name is Jorunn. As a Norwegian landsby girl, Mamma and I spent Christmas week in Bergen, visiting her family and celebrating my 22nd birthday. We decided to leave Bergen two days early so that Pappa would not have to celebrate New Year’s Eve alone. During the week, while we were away, Pappa told us how he missed us.We arrived back home in mid-afternoon, just as the sun was setting, and saw our Christmas Star lit up in the window. After entering the house, we heard Pappa moaning upstairs and went up to see if he was all right. Opening the bedroom door, we saw him humping a strange woman!“What are you doing?” shouted Mamma.Pappa replied, “Leah, you’re home early.”“Who is this woman?”“She’s just a slut. She means nothing to me.”The woman yelped, “I am not a slut! I am a happily married woman.”Mamma yelled, “I can see what keeps you happy.”Pappa yelled back, “I still love you, Leah. Let me get rid of this slut. She’s only here because I was lonely. We can talk.”Mamma replied, “You can talk to my advokater. We’re through! How can I ever trust you again, you bastard? Do you realize what you have done to our family!”Mamma began sobbing and ran down the stairs.Pappa looked at me and said, “Jorunn, none of this would have happened if your mother hadn’t come home early and seen us.”I looked at Pappa and saw his slime-covered beard slick with the woman’s juices. “You’re wrong Pappa. It did happen. Mamma and I just wouldn’t have known. You said you didn’t want to be seen by us. That works both ways! I don’t ever want to talk to you or see you ever again!”I ran downstairs to Mamma, and with our suitcases still in the boot, we drove to a friend’s house.Gunnar and Nurse RatchedDecember 13 - MorningMinneapolis, Minnesota - Present DayI pressed the button on my cell phone and hung up after talking with Roger Mans, my long-time friend and attorney. My two adult children texted a few days ago they wanted to visit me here in the nursing home. I had not seen them since the funeral of my wife, Solveig, and that was two months ago. Their plan was for me to sign their power of attorney forms, giving them full control over me and my affairs. But my plan was different, and now was time to put it into place.Two years ago, at just 54 years old, I had a stroke. A devastating paralysis left me needing a lot of care, and therapy to regain my mobility, speech, and other functions.I realized Solveig was unable to care for me at our home. She tried with all her heart, but she was also fighting her own battle with cancer, and undergoing her own rigorous treatments.So I decided to enter a nursing home, while I continued to get rehab. I wanted a facility with a stroke recovery unit. This limited my nursing home choices. The only thing making life bearable here, was Solveig faithfully visiting me, and sneaking an occasional home-cooked meal past the head nurse and her staff. Sadly, Solveig succumbed to the cancer while I was still a resident at the ‘Bethel Retirement Center'. At Solveig’s funeral, my children promised to visit often, but as usual, I could never count on them for anything.Without my wife here to check on things, my decent clothes never came back from the laundry, and instead, the staff returned excuses. I put on old sweatpants and an old sweatshirt. It would do for now. I prepared myself for this day by walking the halls of the nursing home, attending physical therapy sessions, and taking care of myself without help from the staff. Still not fully recovered, but like my clothing, it would do for now.I said goodbye to Alfred, my shared roommate. He nodded, wished me luck, and said he would love to go with me. I felt sorry for him. He was a great storyteller but needed to use his walker, and physically, he required the kind of care they provided here.I walked down the hall to the nurse’s station and found Molly Turner, the rather brusque chief nurse, and her two assistants sitting behind it. “Good morning, Nurse Ratched,” I said.“Good day to you, Gunnar,” she replied.“I’m checking out,” I said.“Be serious, Gunnar. No one ever checks out of a nursing home, unless they are flat on their back with a toe tag.”I looked at her and smiled, “I only hope that will be your Fate, Molly.”“That’s not a nice thing to say, Gunnar. Now, return to your room or I will have dietary take away your rice pudding for a week.”The rice pudding here was a pale imitation of the riskrem, which Solvieg would make every Christmas. I would miss it this year. I gave Nurse Ratched a one-fingered salute, then walked toward the exit. There was a scramble of squeaky chairs and shouts behind me, and I heard their footsteps closing in on me. As I pushed the two doors open to the main lobby, there was Roger, standing next to the nursing home administrator. I walked up to my lawyer, and shook his hand, “Thank you, old friend.”I turned to see a stunned Nurse Ratched. “Allow me to escort Mr. Larsen back to his room,” she meekly pronounced.The nursing home administrator said, “That won’t be necessary, Molly. Mr. Larsen is leaving us. He isn’t taking anything with him. You may clear out his room and get it ready for the next resident.”I looked Nurse Ratched in the eye and saw the fires of hell blazing within. Then, it was my turn to smile back.All my therapists had agreed that my rehab was successful. My speech skills were quite restored. My left arm and leg took longer to restore. But it was good enough to ditch the wheelchair, then the walker, then the cane. What really set me back was the grief of losing my wife, and the guilt of not being there when she needed me most.Gunnar’s HouseRoger drove me to my house. I hadn't been there in two years. It looked pathetic. No one bothered shoveling the snow on the walkway, and I feared what my children may have done to the inside. I found the hidden key I placed under a rock years ago and used it to enter through the front door. The living room and dining room furniture were mostly gone, or should I say, stolen. They had rifled through the small office nook next to the kitchen, with papers scattered over the kitchen countertops and floor.I turned and said, “You’re going to have your work cut out for you, Roger.”“This is exactly what you said would happen, Gunnar. Our firm will take care of it for you.”I opened a small drawer in the office nook and thankfully found my passport intact. It was useless to my children. I went to the master bedroom and saw the dresser drawers partially opened, with clothes scattered all about the floor. On top of the dresser was Solvieg’s jewelry box. I opened it, and few things remained. I was glad to see the gold charm bracelet I gave her 35 years ago for Christmas. She wore it a couple of times, then stopped, complaining it turned her wrist green as the fake gold coating wore away. But she kept it all these years. A worn-out trinket to my children, as precious as the Sauron’s Ring of Power to me. I picked it up and put it in the pocket of my sweatpants.I went into the walk-in closet and picked out some clothes, tossed them into an old gym bag, and said, “I’m done. We can go.”Roger said, “The locksmith and security company will meet me here this afternoon. Once they are done, your children will no longer have access.”“I’d rather not have an auction of whatever is left in the house. I don’t think Solveig would have liked that. Once you go through the papers, just throw everything left in a dumpster and haul it away. Whatever the two pirates plundered will be the only inheritance they will ever see from me.”Miller And Mans Law OfficeRoger and I next went to his office. I said hello to Jane, the long-time receptionist. I have always suspected that Jane knows everything that goes on here, and secretly runs the whole place, not unlike the way Nurse Ratched does in her domain. However, Jane does so with more efficiency, happiness, and joy for both clients and staff.Jane asked, “Can I get you anything, Gunnar?”“I’d love a cup of decent coffee, and an Apple Fritter if you have one.”“I’ll bring them to Roger’s office. Two creams and no sugar, if I remember right.”“Perfect, as always, Jane.”We went into Roger’s plush office, and I sat down in a chair more comfortable than any I sat in for the last two years.“Are you actually going to go through with this?” Roger asked.“Every bit of it,” I replied.I signed multiple papers, removing my two children as beneficiaries from my life insurance and investment accounts. I also gave Roger limited power of attorney to sell my house and dispose of its possessions.Jane arrived with the coffee and Apple Fritter. “Norway? Why would anyone want to go to Norway in December?”“Did Roger spill the beans?” I asked.Jane replied, “Every piece of paper that comes into this office passes through my hands. I opened your travel visa when it came in.”“Jane, I can’t spend Christmas here in Minnesota. The bitter wintry weather pales in comparison to the cold hearts of my own two children. The further away from them I am, the better. I’ve never been to Norway and have always wanted to see the 'home country’ of my ancestors.”Like I said, Jane knows all. The coffee tasted great, and the deep-fried Apple Fritter, one of Nursed Ratched’s 'prohibited foods’, was outstanding. Roger slid me a packet labeled 'Gunnar - Norway’. As Jane left, I opened it and looked at the contents. As planned, there was an international cell phone with a different number, a stack of krone, and three new credit cards bearing the name of a fictitious business. I handed Roger my old cell phone.“We’ll dispose of this for you. Your children will have no idea where you are unless they hire a private detective with exceptionally good connections. Legally, they have no rights to any of your assets, so even if somehow they track you to our law office, they will not get past Jane.”I believed Roger on that.“The tour company you asked us to sign you up with seems pretty sketchy. Their contract looks like something generated off a free online legal site. We reviewed it, it is crude, but legal and binding. If you back out, they still get paid. Why did you pick this tour company? There are many larger and more reputable companies we might have booked you with.”“It’s silly, Roger. I know it’s only a one-person company, run by a young vlogger in Norway. It was terribly boring in the nursing home, so I would spend evenings watching her videos as she traveled around Norway visiting various places, and leading small groups of tourists. It looked like the people were having fun and she made me laugh. Watching her videos was one of the few things that brought me any happiness.”“Why did you reserve for four persons?” asked Roger.“I wanted to make sure her Christmas in Norway tour wouldn’t be canceled. She has a four-person minimum.”“You won’t get those other bookings back, even if more people are going.”“I don’t need the money, Roger, but I do need this tour.”“How about clothing? You don’t have many clothes in that gym bag, Gunnar. Do you want to stop somewhere before we get to the airport?”“No. I’ll travel light. It’ll be easier when going through airport security. I’ll buy more clothes when I get to Norway.”“How about after you come back?”“I’m going to someplace warm and sunny. Maybe visit a mouse in Florida. I’ll be in touch if I need anything while I’m in Norway, and call you when I get back in three weeks.”Jorunn, The Tour GuideDecember 15 – Morning, Two Days LaterI spent yesterday shopping for the new clothes I would need. The tour is a mix of city and outdoor activities, so I bought a basic wardrobe, along with good walking shoes, snow pants, a warm jacket, and gloves. I ate lunch and dinner at two smaller restaurants. The food was good, but I felt lonely eating by myself, in a city I didn’t know, in a strange country. I missed Solveig very much and wished she were here with me.The next morning, I walked to the nearby hotel where the tour group would be meeting and followed the “Christmas in Norway Tour” sign to a small room off the lobby. There she was! Jorunn. My vlogger! She was about as tall as I am, at least when I can stand straight, with long blonde hair parted in the middle, clear blue eyes, and her signature radiant smile. She wore a Norwegian Dale sweater and brown pants.Jorunn spoke to me in Norwegian. “Excuse me, sir, this room is reserved for a tour group.”I hobbled closer. “Yes, and I’m one of the people taking the tour.”“We have a pretty active schedule for the next seven days, from December 15th through the 22nd. Do you think you are well enough to take this tour?”I wasn’t sure if I was, but I didn’t want to tell her that. “I won’t slow you down,” I replied.“What is your name?” she asked.“Gunnar Larsen.”She opened a small notebook and flipped through the pages. “It says here you are in a group of four. I see three other names. When are they coming?”“There won’t be any others from my group. One of the names is my recently deceased wife, the other two are my estranged adult children. I’m all there is.”Jorunn looked puzzled. “Only four people in total signed up, including you, all from your group. If the others aren’t coming, then you will be the only one. I don’t… I can’t… I mean, I have reservations I cannot cancel. You’re going to cost me a fortune whether I go through with the tour or not.”I replied, “The contract states that you have a four-person minimum. I am paying you in full for all four people. You won’t lose any money.”Jorunn smirked and looked like she was thinking. “I don’t know if you’re some kind of dirty old man, but if I agree to continue this tour, you should know that we will have separate rooms every night and there will be no sex of any kind. Judging by the way you look; I hope you can at least wipe your own butt!”“Your terms are acceptable. I had a stroke two years ago, but I have mostly recovered. I can walk, talk, and listen. I have trouble with my balance at times and sometimes slur my words. If you think something is too strenuous for me, I am willing to skip that part of the tour.”“Well, Mr. Larsen of Minnesota, you need to sign some release forms. As stated in the contract, I get to film the tour group for my vlogs, so I expect smiles when I am filming you. For now, go help yourself to breakfast. There is coffee, brunost, bread, and milk. Enough to feed four. Don’t expect me to serve you, and if you don’t know how to use a cheese sliver, learn fast.”She looked puzzled earlier but was now the confident Jorunn with whom I spent virtual evenings. I was delighted we worked this out. Smiles would not be a problem.OsloDecember 15 - MorningJorunn left the room and returned shortly with a small basket of food. “We have a lot of brunost left over, so I am going to make us a food packet for lunch called matpakke. I have a place in mind where we can sit and picnic.”“We will use the Vy app and Oslo Pass and travel by train and Metro. But today, we will mainly walk around Oslo. You will need to check into this hotel under the tour name if you have not done so. We will be in Oslo for two nights. The prepaid room is part of your tour package. I will try to cancel or change some reservations. Meet me back here in one hour.”I went back to my hotel to retrieve my belongings, then checked into the one Jorunn requested. It was not as nice as the one I left, but it was clean, and I did not want to make a fuss on the first day. I purchased a surprising amount of clothing yesterday and needed to make two trips to bring everything over. Then I returned to the meeting room and found Jorunn waiting.Jorunn and I walked from the hotel to Oslo Central Station and took a tram to the Vigeland Sculpture Park. Jorunn told me it is the world’s largest sculpture park made by a single artist, Gustav Vigeland, with over two hundred sculptures combining the human form with an element of fantasy. Most figures were naked, with a mix of vagueness and rather notably open precision. The most prominent sculpture was a 17-meter-high monolith consisting of 121 intertwined human figures clambering to the top, carved from a single stone block. We spent over an hour walking the grounds, and while it was interesting, I told Jorunn that I didn’t see much in the way of Christmas here.A combination of walking and a short bus ride brought us to the grounds of the Akershus Fortress. Constructed in the 13th century, it protects the waterfront and Oslo harbor. Also on the site was the restored Akershus Castle, which was formerly a residence of prior kings of Norway. Jorunn said it serves today as an entertainment and event center for the Norwegian government, and this close to Christmas was not open to the public.I found it challenging to walk the grounds of the Fortress, as there were steep inclines mixed with stone steps and cobblestone paths. Remnants of a prior snowstorm still lingered in shady areas and under arches, making the footing treacherous. We did stop at places offering magnificent views of the city of Oslo, the bay, and the fjord, and several ramparts still bore cannons. Jorunn was rather businesslike and did not seem to be enjoyin

The Homeland calls for Gunnar, And So Does Love.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.‘You are the Tin Man. This tour; is the Oil Can. Figure it out.'A recently widowed Norwegian American plans his escape from a Minnesota nursing home to travel abroad and join a ‘Christmas in Norway Tour’. While battling his fears, he meets a beautiful young tour guide and her divorced mother, who years later, still bears scars from her unfaithful husband’s affair. This story is about overcoming those fears to let healing begin. This story picks up after that, and shows the lingering effects of a husband’s extra-marital affair on his family. This is also a Christmas story, so expect to travel to locations in Norway, encounter Norwegian Christmas traditions, and maybe even get sprinkled with pixie-dust!“A man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self - in the mirror of some woman’s eyes” - Clare Booth LucePrequel: The Ruined ChristmasOslo, Norway - Three Years AgoMy name is Jorunn. As a Norwegian landsby girl, Mamma and I spent Christmas week in Bergen, visiting her family and celebrating my 22nd birthday. We decided to leave Bergen two days early so that Pappa would not have to celebrate New Year’s Eve alone. During the week, while we were away, Pappa told us how he missed us.We arrived back home in mid-afternoon, just as the sun was setting, and saw our Christmas Star lit up in the window. After entering the house, we heard Pappa moaning upstairs and went up to see if he was all right. Opening the bedroom door, we saw him humping a strange woman!“What are you doing?” shouted Mamma.Pappa replied, “Leah, you’re home early.”“Who is this woman?”“She’s just a slut. She means nothing to me.”The woman yelped, “I am not a slut! I am a happily married woman.”Mamma yelled, “I can see what keeps you happy.”Pappa yelled back, “I still love you, Leah. Let me get rid of this slut. She’s only here because I was lonely. We can talk.”Mamma replied, “You can talk to my advokater. We’re through! How can I ever trust you again, you bastard? Do you realize what you have done to our family!”Mamma began sobbing and ran down the stairs.Pappa looked at me and said, “Jorunn, none of this would have happened if your mother hadn’t come home early and seen us.”I looked at Pappa and saw his slime-covered beard slick with the woman’s juices. “You’re wrong Pappa. It did happen. Mamma and I just wouldn’t have known. You said you didn’t want to be seen by us. That works both ways! I don’t ever want to talk to you or see you ever again!”I ran downstairs to Mamma, and with our suitcases still in the boot, we drove to a friend’s house.Gunnar and Nurse RatchedDecember 13 - MorningMinneapolis, Minnesota - Present DayI pressed the button on my cell phone and hung up after talking with Roger Mans, my long-time friend and attorney. My two adult children texted a few days ago they wanted to visit me here in the nursing home. I had not seen them since the funeral of my wife, Solveig, and that was two months ago. Their plan was for me to sign their power of attorney forms, giving them full control over me and my affairs. But my plan was different, and now was time to put it into place.Two years ago, at just 54 years old, I had a stroke. A devastating paralysis left me needing a lot of care, and therapy to regain my mobility, speech, and other functions.I realized Solveig was unable to care for me at our home. She tried with all her heart, but she was also fighting her own battle with cancer, and undergoing her own rigorous treatments.So I decided to enter a nursing home, while I continued to get rehab. I wanted a facility with a stroke recovery unit. This limited my nursing home choices. The only thing making life bearable here, was Solveig faithfully visiting me, and sneaking an occasional home-cooked meal past the head nurse and her staff. Sadly, Solveig succumbed to the cancer while I was still a resident at the ‘Bethel Retirement Center'. At Solveig’s funeral, my children promised to visit often, but as usual, I could never count on them for anything.Without my wife here to check on things, my decent clothes never came back from the laundry, and instead, the staff returned excuses. I put on old sweatpants and an old sweatshirt. It would do for now. I prepared myself for this day by walking the halls of the nursing home, attending physical therapy sessions, and taking care of myself without help from the staff. Still not fully recovered, but like my clothing, it would do for now.I said goodbye to Alfred, my shared roommate. He nodded, wished me luck, and said he would love to go with me. I felt sorry for him. He was a great storyteller but needed to use his walker, and physically, he required the kind of care they provided here.I walked down the hall to the nurse’s station and found Molly Turner, the rather brusque chief nurse, and her two assistants sitting behind it. “Good morning, Nurse Ratched,” I said.“Good day to you, Gunnar,” she replied.“I’m checking out,” I said.“Be serious, Gunnar. No one ever checks out of a nursing home, unless they are flat on their back with a toe tag.”I looked at her and smiled, “I only hope that will be your Fate, Molly.”“That’s not a nice thing to say, Gunnar. Now, return to your room or I will have dietary take away your rice pudding for a week.”The rice pudding here was a pale imitation of the riskrem, which Solvieg would make every Christmas. I would miss it this year. I gave Nurse Ratched a one-fingered salute, then walked toward the exit. There was a scramble of squeaky chairs and shouts behind me, and I heard their footsteps closing in on me. As I pushed the two doors open to the main lobby, there was Roger, standing next to the nursing home administrator. I walked up to my lawyer, and shook his hand, “Thank you, old friend.”I turned to see a stunned Nurse Ratched. “Allow me to escort Mr. Larsen back to his room,” she meekly pronounced.The nursing home administrator said, “That won’t be necessary, Molly. Mr. Larsen is leaving us. He isn’t taking anything with him. You may clear out his room and get it ready for the next resident.”I looked Nurse Ratched in the eye and saw the fires of hell blazing within. Then, it was my turn to smile back.All my therapists had agreed that my rehab was successful. My speech skills were quite restored. My left arm and leg took longer to restore. But it was good enough to ditch the wheelchair, then the walker, then the cane. What really set me back was the grief of losing my wife, and the guilt of not being there when she needed me most.Gunnar’s HouseRoger drove me to my house. I hadn't been there in two years. It looked pathetic. No one bothered shoveling the snow on the walkway, and I feared what my children may have done to the inside. I found the hidden key I placed under a rock years ago and used it to enter through the front door. The living room and dining room furniture were mostly gone, or should I say, stolen. They had rifled through the small office nook next to the kitchen, with papers scattered over the kitchen countertops and floor.I turned and said, “You’re going to have your work cut out for you, Roger.”“This is exactly what you said would happen, Gunnar. Our firm will take care of it for you.”I opened a small drawer in the office nook and thankfully found my passport intact. It was useless to my children. I went to the master bedroom and saw the dresser drawers partially opened, with clothes scattered all about the floor. On top of the dresser was Solvieg’s jewelry box. I opened it, and few things remained. I was glad to see the gold charm bracelet I gave her 35 years ago for Christmas. She wore it a couple of times, then stopped, complaining it turned her wrist green as the fake gold coating wore away. But she kept it all these years. A worn-out trinket to my children, as precious as the Sauron’s Ring of Power to me. I picked it up and put it in the pocket of my sweatpants.I went into the walk-in closet and picked out some clothes, tossed them into an old gym bag, and said, “I’m done. We can go.”Roger said, “The locksmith and security company will meet me here this afternoon. Once they are done, your children will no longer have access.”“I’d rather not have an auction of whatever is left in the house. I don’t think Solveig would have liked that. Once you go through the papers, just throw everything left in a dumpster and haul it away. Whatever the two pirates plundered will be the only inheritance they will ever see from me.”Miller And Mans Law OfficeRoger and I next went to his office. I said hello to Jane, the long-time receptionist. I have always suspected that Jane knows everything that goes on here, and secretly runs the whole place, not unlike the way Nurse Ratched does in her domain. However, Jane does so with more efficiency, happiness, and joy for both clients and staff.Jane asked, “Can I get you anything, Gunnar?”“I’d love a cup of decent coffee, and an Apple Fritter if you have one.”“I’ll bring them to Roger’s office. Two creams and no sugar, if I remember right.”“Perfect, as always, Jane.”We went into Roger’s plush office, and I sat down in a chair more comfortable than any I sat in for the last two years.“Are you actually going to go through with this?” Roger asked.“Every bit of it,” I replied.I signed multiple papers, removing my two children as beneficiaries from my life insurance and investment accounts. I also gave Roger limited power of attorney to sell my house and dispose of its possessions.Jane arrived with the coffee and Apple Fritter. “Norway? Why would anyone want to go to Norway in December?”“Did Roger spill the beans?” I asked.Jane replied, “Every piece of paper that comes into this office passes through my hands. I opened your travel visa when it came in.”“Jane, I can’t spend Christmas here in Minnesota. The bitter wintry weather pales in comparison to the cold hearts of my own two children. The further away from them I am, the better. I’ve never been to Norway and have always wanted to see the 'home country’ of my ancestors.”Like I said, Jane knows all. The coffee tasted great, and the deep-fried Apple Fritter, one of Nursed Ratched’s 'prohibited foods’, was outstanding. Roger slid me a packet labeled 'Gunnar - Norway’. As Jane left, I opened it and looked at the contents. As planned, there was an international cell phone with a different number, a stack of krone, and three new credit cards bearing the name of a fictitious business. I handed Roger my old cell phone.“We’ll dispose of this for you. Your children will have no idea where you are unless they hire a private detective with exceptionally good connections. Legally, they have no rights to any of your assets, so even if somehow they track you to our law office, they will not get past Jane.”I believed Roger on that.“The tour company you asked us to sign you up with seems pretty sketchy. Their contract looks like something generated off a free online legal site. We reviewed it, it is crude, but legal and binding. If you back out, they still get paid. Why did you pick this tour company? There are many larger and more reputable companies we might have booked you with.”“It’s silly, Roger. I know it’s only a one-person company, run by a young vlogger in Norway. It was terribly boring in the nursing home, so I would spend evenings watching her videos as she traveled around Norway visiting various places, and leading small groups of tourists. It looked like the people were having fun and she made me laugh. Watching her videos was one of the few things that brought me any happiness.”“Why did you reserve for four persons?” asked Roger.“I wanted to make sure her Christmas in Norway tour wouldn’t be canceled. She has a four-person minimum.”“You won’t get those other bookings back, even if more people are going.”“I don’t need the money, Roger, but I do need this tour.”“How about clothing? You don’t have many clothes in that gym bag, Gunnar. Do you want to stop somewhere before we get to the airport?”“No. I’ll travel light. It’ll be easier when going through airport security. I’ll buy more clothes when I get to Norway.”“How about after you come back?”“I’m going to someplace warm and sunny. Maybe visit a mouse in Florida. I’ll be in touch if I need anything while I’m in Norway, and call you when I get back in three weeks.”Jorunn, The Tour GuideDecember 15 – Morning, Two Days LaterI spent yesterday shopping for the new clothes I would need. The tour is a mix of city and outdoor activities, so I bought a basic wardrobe, along with good walking shoes, snow pants, a warm jacket, and gloves. I ate lunch and dinner at two smaller restaurants. The food was good, but I felt lonely eating by myself, in a city I didn’t know, in a strange country. I missed Solveig very much and wished she were here with me.The next morning, I walked to the nearby hotel where the tour group would be meeting and followed the “Christmas in Norway Tour” sign to a small room off the lobby. There she was! Jorunn. My vlogger! She was about as tall as I am, at least when I can stand straight, with long blonde hair parted in the middle, clear blue eyes, and her signature radiant smile. She wore a Norwegian Dale sweater and brown pants.Jorunn spoke to me in Norwegian. “Excuse me, sir, this room is reserved for a tour group.”I hobbled closer. “Yes, and I’m one of the people taking the tour.”“We have a pretty active schedule for the next seven days, from December 15th through the 22nd. Do you think you are well enough to take this tour?”I wasn’t sure if I was, but I didn’t want to tell her that. “I won’t slow you down,” I replied.“What is your name?” she asked.“Gunnar Larsen.”She opened a small notebook and flipped through the pages. “It says here you are in a group of four. I see three other names. When are they coming?”“There won’t be any others from my group. One of the names is my recently deceased wife, the other two are my estranged adult children. I’m all there is.”Jorunn looked puzzled. “Only four people in total signed up, including you, all from your group. If the others aren’t coming, then you will be the only one. I don’t… I can’t… I mean, I have reservations I cannot cancel. You’re going to cost me a fortune whether I go through with the tour or not.”I replied, “The contract states that you have a four-person minimum. I am paying you in full for all four people. You won’t lose any money.”Jorunn smirked and looked like she was thinking. “I don’t know if you’re some kind of dirty old man, but if I agree to continue this tour, you should know that we will have separate rooms every night and there will be no sex of any kind. Judging by the way you look; I hope you can at least wipe your own butt!”“Your terms are acceptable. I had a stroke two years ago, but I have mostly recovered. I can walk, talk, and listen. I have trouble with my balance at times and sometimes slur my words. If you think something is too strenuous for me, I am willing to skip that part of the tour.”“Well, Mr. Larsen of Minnesota, you need to sign some release forms. As stated in the contract, I get to film the tour group for my vlogs, so I expect smiles when I am filming you. For now, go help yourself to breakfast. There is coffee, brunost, bread, and milk. Enough to feed four. Don’t expect me to serve you, and if you don’t know how to use a cheese sliver, learn fast.”She looked puzzled earlier but was now the confident Jorunn with whom I spent virtual evenings. I was delighted we worked this out. Smiles would not be a problem.OsloDecember 15 - MorningJorunn left the room and returned shortly with a small basket of food. “We have a lot of brunost left over, so I am going to make us a food packet for lunch called matpakke. I have a place in mind where we can sit and picnic.”“We will use the Vy app and Oslo Pass and travel by train and Metro. But today, we will mainly walk around Oslo. You will need to check into this hotel under the tour name if you have not done so. We will be in Oslo for two nights. The prepaid room is part of your tour package. I will try to cancel or change some reservations. Meet me back here in one hour.”I went back to my hotel to retrieve my belongings, then checked into the one Jorunn requested. It was not as nice as the one I left, but it was clean, and I did not want to make a fuss on the first day. I purchased a surprising amount of clothing yesterday and needed to make two trips to bring everything over. Then I returned to the meeting room and found Jorunn waiting.Jorunn and I walked from the hotel to Oslo Central Station and took a tram to the Vigeland Sculpture Park. Jorunn told me it is the world’s largest sculpture park made by a single artist, Gustav Vigeland, with over two hundred sculptures combining the human form with an element of fantasy. Most figures were naked, with a mix of vagueness and rather notably open precision. The most prominent sculpture was a 17-meter-high monolith consisting of 121 intertwined human figures clambering to the top, carved from a single stone block. We spent over an hour walking the grounds, and while it was interesting, I told Jorunn that I didn’t see much in the way of Christmas here.A combination of walking and a short bus ride brought us to the grounds of the Akershus Fortress. Constructed in the 13th century, it protects the waterfront and Oslo harbor. Also on the site was the restored Akershus Castle, which was formerly a residence of prior kings of Norway. Jorunn said it serves today as an entertainment and event center for the Norwegian government, and this close to Christmas was not open to the public.I found it challenging to walk the grounds of the Fortress, as there were steep inclines mixed with stone steps and cobblestone paths. Remnants of a prior snowstorm still lingered in shady areas and under arches, making the footing treacherous. We did stop at places offering magnificent views of the city of Oslo, the bay, and the fjord, and several ramparts still bore cannons. Jorunn was rather businesslike and did not seem to be enjoyin

Zmizení mladého muže v jihočeském městečku zaujalo místního policistu. Muže znal – měl za sebou problémy se zákonem a nedávno se vrátil z vězení. Jeho náhlé zmizení mu nedávalo smysl. Kriminálka se zaměřila na život v domácnosti, kde žil s partnerkou, dětmi a dlouholetým kamarádem. Vyšetřování ukázalo, že případ není tak jednoduchý, jak se zprvu zdálo. Varování: V pořadu se vyskytují násilné scény a svým charakterem a zpracováním není vhodný pro děti nebo citlivé osoby.Všechny díly podcastu Kriminálka můžete pohodlně poslouchat v mobilní aplikaci mujRozhlas pro Android a iOS nebo na webu mujRozhlas.cz.

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Namaskar.In this episode, Lord Krishna begins by explaining the true basis of Brahmin, Kshatriya, Vaishya, and Shudra—not as rigid or imposed classes, but as natural roles that align with one's Karma and actions. These are not hierarchies or distinctions of worth; what matters is performing one's rightful duty with sincerity and dedication.Krishna then clarifies the subtle yet important differences between Karma, Vikarma, and Akarma. He describes the ideal individual as one who acts according to the situation—guided by age, responsibility, environment, and circumstance—working diligently without attachment to results, free from pride or arrogance, and remaining inwardly content.He goes on to describe the qualities of such an elevated being, and introduces the concepts of Brahmaroop and Yajñaroop, expanding the understanding of action as a sacred offering. Krishna explains that mastery over the senses can be attained through multiple paths, all of which are forms of Yajña.The episode also explores Prāṇāyāma in detail, explaining the roles of Prāṇa, Vyāna, Apāna, Samāna, and Udāna vāyu. Discipline in breath, diet, and conduct are presented as different forms of Yajña—powerful means to purify oneself and neutralize past actions. Through this, Krishna reveals the many paths through which one can progress toward inner refinement and spiritual elevation.

Kvůli komiksu Zelený Raoul se s nimi kdysi soudil Jiří Paroubek, kvůli karikatuře na obálce to stejné dělal Tomio Okamura. Přesto si z politiků utahují dál. „Nejlépe prodávají časopis,“ říká šéfredaktor Reflexu Martin Bartkovský.„Tomio Okamura je samozřejmě Pitomio a my všichni to můžeme říkat. Jak konstatoval soud, musí snést vyšší míru kritiky. Navíc to, kdy jako první věc ve funkci předsedy Sněmovny podrží štafle, aby někdo jiný sundal ukrajinskou vlajku, která se mu nelíbí, je podle mě krystalickou ukázkou chování někoho, komu by se dalo říkat Pitomio,“ vysvětluje Martin Bartkovský, šéfredaktor časopisu Reflex, který byl hostem nejnovějšího dílu podcastu Mediální cirkus.Právě vyobrazení Tomia Okamury jako klauna s nápisem Pitomio je asi nejslavnější obálka Reflexu. A to i díky následnému soudnímu sporu.Vyšla 7. listopadu 2012 v době, kdy se Okamura stal senátorem a pracoval na znásobení známosti svého jména tím, že kandidoval v prvních přímých prezidentských volbách. Po vydání karikatury dal Okamura na Reflex žalobu. Tu ale po mnohaleté soudní tahanici předloni definitivně prohrál.Na obálce fungují Babiš, Zeman a OkamuraČasopis Reflex vychází v Česku už 35 let a na výrazných titulních stranách si zakládá.„Fungují čeští politici. Byla doba, kdy vládl Andrej Babiš s Milošem Zemanem a do toho tam jako třetí vzadu pobíhal Tomio Okamura nebo komunisté, o které se vláda tehdy opírala. Tam stačilo kohokoliv z téhle vlády dát na obálku a hned tam prodeje byly. Dneska už to takhle není,“ říká šéfredaktor Bartkovský. „Filip Turek a jeho volební blitzkrieg v eurovolbách zafungoval velmi dobře. Motoristé fungují. I Andrej Babiš. Funguje i prezident Petr Pavel a vždycky funguje Volodymyr Zelenskyj. Stejně tak Vladimir Putin nebo Donald Trump, ale to jsou jediné zahraniční persony,“ popisuje Bartkovský taktiku při výrobě titulních stran.Vůbec nejúspěšnější titulní strany Reflexu za rok 2025 se ale nakonec politiky vůbec netýkaly. „Byly to obálky in memoriam našich dlouholetých spolupracovníků. Tím jedním byl psycholog Cyril Höschl a tím druhým byl šéf karlovarského filmového festivalu pan Jiří Bartoška,“ dodává Martin Bartkovský.Ten se šéfredaktorem Reflexu stal v prosinci 2023, po půl roce nejistoty ve vedení časopisu. Před ním ho řídil Marek Stoniš a časopis se často dostával na hranu kritiky za texty a titulky zavánějící někdy až xenofobií.„Kvůli obálce s černým Hitlerem chtěla odejít polovina redakce. Občas už jsme byli prostě zbytečně zlí. Vtipné je být vtipní, satiričtí, jízliví, ale když jste vyloženě zlí, a dávali to vědět i čtenáři, tak to vtipné není,“ říká Bartkovský a naráží na titulní stranu s portrétem Adolfa Hitlera coby černocha s monstrózním afro účesem, která vyšla v roce 2020.Babiš jako Slabiš. Nevíme, z koho si utahovat dřívS novou vládou je podle Bartkovského stále těžší si z ministrů dělat legraci, protože v redakci neví, koho karikovat dříve.„Je to vlastně bezprecedentní situace, kdy byste mohli každý týden udělat na každého člena vlády jednu obálku, tedy kromě těch členů SPD, kteří nic neříkají. Ale ti ostatní jsou velmi plodní,“ žertuje novinář s tím, že na obálce tento čtvrtek by chtěl mít Andreje Babiše. „Bude na té obálce jako Slabiš, bude se opírat o Macinku s Turkem a Okamurou a bude se snažit udělat Česko lepší, nejlepší zemí na této planetě,“ směje se Bartkovský.I humor má ale v Reflexu hranice.„Nemáme hranice v tom, z kterého politika si udělat legraci, ale nechceme si dělat legraci ze všedních lidí, obyčejných Čechů, z někoho, kdo se nemůže bránit. My si vždycky děláme legraci z lidí, kteří mají nějakou moc nebo mají pocit, že drží nějakou moc a my je chceme trošku uzemňovat,“ říká šéf oblíbeného časopisu.Co čeká od vlády Andreje Babiše? Co kabinet změní a dotáhne za příští čtyři roky? A jak se vlastně dostal do čela Reflexu?--Mediální cirkus. Podcast Marie Bastlové o dění na mediální scéně. Zajímá ji pohled do redakcí, za kulisy novinářské práce – s předními novináři i mediálními hráči.Sledujte na Seznam Zprávách, poslouchejte na Podcasty.cz a ve všech podcastových aplikacích.Archiv všech dílů najdete tady. Své postřehy, připomínky nebo tipy nám pište prostřednictvím sociálních sítí pod hashtagem #medialnicirkus nebo na e-mail: audio@sz.cz.

Thank you to our sponsor, Mantle! Canton's in bed with Nasdaq, a Google DeepMind's paper talks up the role of blockchain in an agentic economy and an alleged insider cashes in on Maduro's capture. In this DEX in the City episode, hosts Katherine Kirkpatrick Bos, Jessi Brooks and Vy Le dive into the implications of Canton's Nasdaq deal, why DeepMind's study matters for crypto and the legality of insider trading on prediction markets. Vy highlights what Canton's Nasdaq deal signals about the priorities of institutions adopting blockchain technology. Katherine and Jessi engage in what happens when the machines take over. Plus, should federal officials be banned from using prediction markets? Hosts: Jessi Brooks Katherine Kirkpatrick Bos TuongVy Le Links: Bitcoin Rallies to $93,000 After U.S. Attack on Venezuela How the x402 Standard Is Enabling AI Agents to Pay Each Other Why the Black Friday Whale's $192 Million Crypto Trade Was Legal DEX in the City: Insider Trading and Crypto: What the Law Actually Says Google DeepMind's agentic economy paper Pawthereum's website A copy of Rep. Ritchie's bill Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Sponsor: UniswapCitadel has sparked uproar with a letter calling on the SEC to regulate DeFi protocols as exchanges. But the company's requests may not be totally unreasonable. In this episode of DEX in the City, hosts Jessi Brooks, Katherine Kirkpatrick Bos, and Vy Le dig into Citadel's controversial letter and how it is a reminder that “crypto is a bubble.” They also discuss how the CFTC and SEC are in a “race to the top,” plus Jessi explains how AI agents can exploit smart contracts they haven't been trained on for just $1 apiece. Plus, Vy calls on the crypto community to support Samourai developers. Hosts: Jessi Brooks, General Counsel at Ribbit Capital Katherine Kirkpatrick Bos, General Counsel at StarkWare TuongVy Le, General Counsel at Veda Links: Unchained: Kraken Valued at $20 Billion After $200 Million Raise From Citadel Securities CFTC Approves Spot Crypto Trading on U.S. Exchanges CFTC's New Pilot Allows BTC, ETH and USDC as Derivatives Collateral Samourai Wallet Founders Could Serve 5 Years for $237 Million Laundering Samourai pardon petition  Timestamps: