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In this episode with SIACharts' President, Paul Kornfeld, we kick off our conversation with the recent changes in the Federal Reserve's rate cut projections and the performance of various stocks. We question whether it's a good time to 'buy the dip or sell the rip.' We get into the use of SIA charts in analyzing market trends and making investment decisions. What are the benefits of using a systematic approach and relative strength analysis? We touch on the challenges and opportunities of 24/7 trading, and the pressure that's mounting for moneycenter banks. We dive into the importance of having a rules-based approach and risk management in investing. We discuss the opportunities and risks in the market, and in particular the generational opportunity in the energy and materials sectors. Wending our way through the conversation, Paul peels back the layers on the importance of diversification and the need to consider the opportunity cost of investing in certain sectors. There's also the potential impact of various serious geopolitical events on international markets to weigh and the importance of incorporating risk management strategies, now. What has been the historical performance of different sectors and how great is the potential for a shift in market dynamics. What is the market indicating are trends to follow in specific sectors? What is the potential impact of inflation on portfolios and how great is the need to consider alternative asset classes?Takeaways The Federal Reserve's rate cut projections have been revised, leading to uncertainty in the market. Using SIA charts and a systematic approach can help investors analyze market trends and make informed investment decisions. 24/7 trading presents both opportunities and challenges for investors, and risk management is crucial in navigating the market. Money center banks are facing pressure due to rising interest rates, and it's important to monitor their performance. Having a rules-based approach and discipline in investing can help mitigate emotional biases and improve investment outcomes. There are opportunities for profitability in sectors like energy and materials Diversification is important to mitigate risk and take advantage of different market opportunities. Consider the opportunity cost of investing in certain sectors and evaluate the potential for higher profitability in other areas. Geopolitical events can have a significant impact on international markets, and it's important to monitor and adjust investment strategies accordingly. Incorporating risk management strategies is crucial to protect portfolios during market fluctuations. The historical performance of different sectors can provide insights into potential future trends and opportunities in the market. Diversification and following trends in specific sectors can provide opportunities in the current market environment. Inflation is expected to remain sticky, and portfolios need to consider alternative asset classes to fill the void left by bonds. SIACharts is a tool that simplifies research and provides actionable insights for advisors.

The Warden enters the Wending Wood to investigate the caravan attacks and finds wreckage being picked over by looters. After running around the wood, fighting darkspawn, sylvans, arguing with a botanist, talking statues, and doing some research–it becomes clear that not everything is as simple as it appears. We encounter an elf hellbent on defending the woods as the home of her brutalized and murdered clan of Dalish as well as human mercenaries ripped apart–all a ruse put together by the darkspawn. Velenna relents with the evidence we present her, her sister's amulet found on the body of a darkspawn. She joins us with the intention of rescuing her sister or at least resolving what happened to her and we are pushed further along the narrative of this war between darkspawn. A mysterious being puts the squad to sleep and they wake again in captivity. Velenna's sister, disconcertingly presenting as someone tainted by darkspawn, arrives to help us escape. We fight through only to watch Seranni escape with the mysterious darkspawn leader. Velenna asks the warden to allow her into the Grey Wardens so that she may rescue her sister.Special thanks to Redd Spinks for our new amazing logo as well as to Radek Wade and Echoes of Oblivion for the song World of Thedas, which we use as our theme music You can find the show on Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr, Bluesky and Facebook! Please rate and review us on Apple Podcasts! Rate us on Spotify! Wanna join the Certain POV Discord? Click here! To donate to Nex Benedict's GoFundMe click here.

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In deze podcast ben ik in de voorbereiding voor een ayahuasca ceremonie. Ik neem je mee in het hoe en waarom, maar gaandeweg de podcast neem ik ineens een andere wending. Geen idee waarom, maar dat voelde nodig.   Dus ben jij degene die dit mocht horen vandaag? Hier zijn de linkjes:   No Sales Event playlist op Spotify https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4FHvr5Ag7LEIL8R0ZPS5pV?si=958977255cfd4374   (En wil je die masterclass Staan voor wie je Bent bijwonen? Tuurlijk kan dat ook https://madelonrijkers.nl/masterclass-staan-voor-wie-je-bent/ )   Wil je iets kwijt over het NSE of een aanvulling met een liedje doen, mail even naar support@madelonrijkers.nl Vind je deze podcast tof? Wil je dan een review achterlaten? Dan kunnen we samen meer mensen in beweging krijgen en de wereld echt snel een beetje mooier maken!

Author's note: I've got a pivotal chapter for you this month, readers, with some big revelations, and a plot point based on a mechanic from the Pokemon games, but hey, this is Fantasy, so let's not talk too much about that second thing…Previously on Saga of the Jewels…Seventeen year old RYN's hometown is attacked by General VORR of the Empire and everyone he has ever known is killed. Just before Ryn's father dies, he gives Ryn a ruby which causes him to project fire. Ryn is captured by the Empire and meets another captive, Princess NUTHEA, who has the ability to project lightning. Nuthea explains to him that the Empire have learned of the existence of twelve Primeval Jewels which grant the ability to manipulate different elements, and are searching for them. The Imperial vessel where they are being held is in turn attacked by a pirate airship, and the pirates capture Ryn and Nuthea. The lead pirate, Captain SAGAR, agrees to escort Nuthea back to her homeland, and to spare Ryn's life, in exchange for the promise of gold, gemstones and beautiful women upon her safe delivery. They land in the port city of Ast and recruit an engineer called ELRANN. Ast is then attacked by the Empire, who are using the Fire Ruby to invade the continent and search for more of the Jewels. Ryn, Nuthea, Sagar and Elrann flee the city together, but are then attacked by a bounty hunter, VISH. They manage to subdue the bounty hunter but Nuthea is gravely wounded in the process. Ryn beats Sagar to the hunter's mount and rushes Nuthea to the nearest town where he finds a healer, CID, a mysterious old man who saves the princess's life with his arts and asks to join the traveling party, saying that he believes it is the purpose of ‘the One', the god that he and Nuthea each worship. On leaving the town the party is pursued by an enormous dog-like monster driven by a troop of Imperial soldiers. The party manage to escape with the help of Vish, who fights on their side in exchange for Cid supplying his poppy-seed habit. Cid reveals that he was once a member of another adventuring party who set out to find the twelve Primeval Jewels, but failed. The party press on the capital city of Sirra, where they ambush some Imperial soldiers and steal their uniforms in order to sneak onto a sleeper train bound for Nuthea's homeland. They make it aboard successfully, but then Ryn gives them away when he comes face to face with General Vorr on the train and is unable to prevent himself from attacking him. The party are thus forced to escape from the train by leaping into a river it is passing…Cold constricting around his chest. Rushing noise filling his ears. Current pulling him along, fast. Nuthea's hand gone. White spray everywhere, vision obscured by water, white spray again. A mouthful of water. Another. Get me out of this water! I hate water! A gulp of air, by sheer chance, enough to keep fighting a few moments longer. Being dragged downwards by the weight of the armour. Frantically kicking his legs and flailing his arms around to try to prevent the downwards drag. Panic. Not knowing how to swim.A scrap of sound.“--he is! Help him out, now!”A hand grabbed Ryn by the arm and yanked hard against the direction the current was taking him.Pain flared in his shoulder and he thought his arm might pop out of its socket, but Ryn cooperated with the hand and tried to pull himself in the direction it tugged him all the same, to reach round with his other hand...Another hand found his other arm, and pulled.And then he was up and out of the rushing water, being hauled onto a grassy riverbank by Sagar and Elrann.They released him and he fell to the grass with a thwap, landing face-down. He tasted soggy earth. He never thought the taste of it could be so sweet.“--stupid pup!” Sagar was saying. “Why didn't you tell us you couldn't swim?”“Yeah, farmboy!” Elrann joined in. “Why shouldn't you be able to swim? It's not like there aren't any rivers or lakes in Efstan! It doesn't make any sense!” Ryn raised his head. Like him, they were completely soaked. Sagar's hair hung like curtains over both his eyes and his ponytail stuck limply to his neck. Elrann looked like more of a typical girl for once, her purple hair seeming much longer than usual when wet and plastered to the back of her head.Ryn ignored their jibes. He couldn't help himself from grinning at them, so glad was he still to be alive. “There wasn't really time to think it, let alone mention it, back there. And what can I say? For some reason I've always had this funny thing about water... Never been so keen on it...” Nuthea, he thought. “Nuthea!” he said, looking around frantically.“I'm here,” Nuthea called from further up the bank. Cid and Vish were with her too, all of them dripping wet.“Were we followed?” Ryn asked, standing up and surveying the river, the grass, the hills.“No,” said Cid. “I think we took the Imperials completely by surprise. The train carried them off before they had a chance to react. Even if they stop it and back up, that will still take quite a long time. And as soon as they leave the tracks they won't be able to travel any faster than us, since they don't have any alternative means of transport, as far as we know. But all the same, we should get as far away from here as we can as quickly as possible, just in case.”“You are correct in that,” said Vish. “They did not follow immediately, but they may still try to. And they had Elpis with them. You should get moving.”They trudged up the riverbank together. A light breeze blew cold against their wet bodies, chilling their clothes inside the Imperial armour they still wore, and a shiver ran up Ryn's spine. Before they had jumped from it, the train had been wending its way through a green, grassy, hilly country in which they now found themselves. They traipsed to the top of the nearest hill to get their bearings. The sun was still climbing in the bright blue sky, and West, in the direction it was heading, the hills stretched out as far as they could see. In the East, the hills grew to snow-capped mountains. “Does anyone know where in Mid we are?” said Ryn.“We're in Zerlan!” exclaimed Elrann at exactly the same time. “I'd recognise those mountains anywhere! We must be in the foothills of the Pelna mountains, which border Imfis and Manolia!”“That would make sense,” said Cid sagely, nodding. “The train would have had to go through the mountains on the border to get into Manolia, and would pass through Zerlan briefly just before it got there.”“Look!” said Nuthea, pointing. Over the hills, in the East, close to the mountains, its source obscured by one of the larger hills in that direction, was an unmistakable plume of steam, its tail getting slowly further and further away from them.“They haven't turned back,” said Nuthea.“Of course not,” said Vish. “You are merely an irritation to them, not a distraction worth diverting their whole course for.” He still says ‘you', not ‘we', Ryn noted. “Though you should not assume anything. They may still have sent someone after you.”“Like that Lady Shadowfinger?” said Nuthea. “‘Elpis'?”“Perhaps.”“We really should keep moving then,” said Ryn, beating Sagar to it, who closed his mouth and frowned.“Which way?” said Elrann.“Towards Manolia, of course,” said Nuthea.This time Sagar got there first. “But we'll never catch up to that train now--they'll beat us there, princess, and invade before we can arrive to warn them.”“Not necessarily…” said Nuthea.They all looked at her standing sopping wet at the top of the hill.She bit her lip. Once again Ryn got the distinct impression that she knew more than she was letting on.“Alright,” said Sagar exasperatedly, “come on, princess--give up the goods. What are you not telling us?”“I--” started Nuthea.“She can tell you while you are moving,” said Vish, his grey eyes scanning the hills. He began to walk, and everyone followed, except--“HOLD ON!” yelled Elrann.They all stopped and looked round at her. Her cheeks had turned nearly as purple as her hair. Nearly.“You should not shout so loudly, girl…” hissed Vish.“Aw, hush up, bountyhunter. If anyone sneaks up on us I'll just shoot them like I shot you. What nobody seems to have remembered is that while we may still have our weapons and our lives, thank Yntrik, we've all lost our packs. It looks like a good day or two's hike to those mountains, and then we have to get through them, and I for one ain't too sure our wilderness survival skills are up to a high enough standard to get us through all a'that without any supplies. I say we head to a Zerlanese settlement first and get stocked up--hopefully none of you were so dumb as not to keep your coin about your persons, like I did. I reckon I'm familiar enough with this part of the country that I could sniff out a town out for us, sooner or later.”“Um, it's not entirely true that none of us have any supplies...” said Cid, swinging his satchel around to the front of him by its strap. “I managed to keep hold of this during our escape, and as well my healer's provisions it has a little food. I've checked it, and since it was sealed up the contents are all dry and intact, despite our little swim.”The twitch in Vish's face did not escape Ryn's notice.       Cid pulled some waybread, salt beef and a bit of cheese out of his bag. His eyes roved round the group. “Did anyone else manage to hold on to anything?”Nobody volunteered. They all seemed, indeed, to have lost their packs and supplies during the chaos aboard the train. “Ah,” said Cid.A strong pang of guilt went through Ryn's stomach. But it was soon swallowed up by hatred as he remembered what had led him to reveal himself on the train. Mother. Father. Hometown. Find Vorr. Get Vorr. Kill Vorr. “Well, that settles it, then,” said Elrann. “Instead of South-East, we first go North to find a Zerlanese settlement to restock. Princess-girl can explain why we're not in a rush after all on the way.”Nuthea's mouth dropped open. “I never said that we were not still in a rush. I just said we were not in as much of a rush as you might think. I want to carry on in the direction of Manolia--”“Princess!” Sagar snapped. “There is no way we can make it through those mountains with just a bit of bread and salted meat! Not even just the two of us could manage that! You've employed me to do a job, but I can only do it and deliver you safely to Manolia if you are still alive!”Nuthea opened her mouth again, but then something flickered in her eyes and she went tight-lipped. “Hmph,” she said. For once, she had backed down. Even she seemed to see the sense in what Elrann and Sagar were saying.Ryn was torn, though. Vorr was heading South-East, not North. At the same time, he thought, he needed to stay alive as well in order to be able eventually to get to Vorr and kill him. And he still wasn't strong enough--if nothing else, their most recent confrontation had shown him that. He needed to train more on the way, to get stronger, to get better with his sword. And maybe it was the shock of what had just happened, maybe it was the cold water, but now he began to doubt seriously for the first time whether he would ever be able to kill Vorr. The man was just too strong. Too powerful. He shook his head. No. Don't think like that. You will get strong enough to kill him. Mother. Father. Hometown. Find Vorr. Get Vorr. Kill Vorr. Stay with Nuthea...Ryn blinked. By the time he had finished thinking all of this, the others had already walked off down the hill. He ran to catch up with them.As he ran, he tripped over his feet, stumbled a few paces, then lost his balance completely and fell. He twisted his body round to cushion himself against the impact on his side, but the hill was so steep that he rolled down it, turning over several times. He crashed into Sagar from behind, taking the skypirate's legs out from underneath him, before managing to put his hands out and scramble to hold onto the grass, raking the earth with his fingernails to come to a stop at last.Sagar was on him at once, flipping him onto his back, kneeling on his arms, cutlass drawn already, holding the blade to Ryn's throat.  “You stupid pup!” Sagar yelled, his face red with fury, spittle flying from his mouth and dampening Ryn's cheeks. “What in the seventeen hells do you think you're doing? It's your fault we got into this mess in the first place! Because you couldn't control yourself when you saw that Imperial general! I told you before that if you ever pulled something like yanking me off that chocobo again I would end you, and this comes godsdamn close! Give me one good reason why I shouldn't slit your throat right now!”The others were yelling at Sagar to get off him, but Ryn couldn't hear them properly. All of his attention was taken up by the curved, glinting blade pressing at his adam's apple.He had been in this position before. He was trying to remember how to get out of it...“I…” Ryn croaked. “I'm... sorry, Sagar… I…”Something inside him lit. He had had enough of this.This time he felt his eyes catch alight, and the whole of his vision--from the shining cutlass blade to Sagar's sneering face--turned red and orange, transfigured by fire.He didn't know how to project the flames from his eyes.Instead, as the heat rose up through his chest, Ryn realised he was about to repeat something that he had learned to do back on the train.“FIRE!” Ryn roared, and flames leapt from his mouth straight into Sagar's face.The skypirate screamed and leapt backwards, dropping his cutlass and clutching at his face. He kept screaming as Ryn got to his feet, still hot with anger and seeing red.The screams turned into “You b*****d! You b*****d! You burned me!”Sagar took his hands away from his face. Ryn couldn't completely tell in his fire vision, but it looked scorched, darker than usual. Nothing Cid can't heal, I'm sure.The whole of Ryn was on fire again. He threw a fireball at Sagar--just a small one, not big enough to seriously harm him, just burn him a bit more.Sagar saw or felt it coming and brought his hand across his body, making a movement as if to bat the fireball away. A rush of wind issued from his hand, blowing the fire to one side and causing it to dissipate into the air.That only renewed Ryn's rage. He chucked another fireball at Sagar, no longer caring how big it was, then another and another.Sagar blocked each one with his air projection, fanning them away in gusting flickers. But only barely.On his scorched face, the skypirate's singed brows tipped back above widened eyes and his jaw went slack. That's right, thought Ryn. Make him scared. Make him pay. Make him stop bullying me.“Boltaaaaarrrrraaaa!” someone shouted.A stab of shock lanced through Ryn. The pain entered at his back, but in an instant spread to every point in his body. He cried out.The pain passed, but before Ryn knew it he had lost his concentration, and his fire vision and aura were gone, steam hissing up from him.What the hell?“You both stop this at once!” someone was saying in a raised voice behind him.Ah. Nuthea. “I've had just about enough of this, from the pair of you!” Nuthea carried on. She lightninged me. She actually lightninged me. He turned round to listen to the rest of his telling off.Nuthea was shaking with fury and her eyes had doubled in size. “I can't believe you! I've got a highly important mission to carry out and the two of you can't stop squabbling! We'll never make it to Manolia if we kill each other first! You both need to just grow up!”Ryn crossed his arms. “He started it,” was all that he could say after a moment. He knew it sounded childish but he was still smarting from being briefly electrocuted by Nuthea and it was the best he could come up with at short notice.“Well, I finished it. Now apologise to each other, both of you.”From the way that Sagar was sitting on the ground, Ryn guessed Nuthea must have hit him with the lightning as well. His face was back to normal. Cid knelt next to him, tight-lipped with disappointment, so the healer must have taken care of it.Their eyes met, and Sagar scowled, flashing anger at Ryn. But, Ryn realised, it was no longer the scowl of a superior. It was the scowl of an equal.At least he had achieved something. He probably should apologise for burning the guy's face though. At least to make Nuthea happy.“Sorry, Sagar...” Ryn said.A long moment passed as they held each other's gaze. Rage seemed to jostle with obligation in Sagar's brown eyes.Eventually Sagar looked away and mumbled something completely inaudible.“What was that?” asked Ryn.“I said...rrrrrrsry.”“Pardon?”“SORRY!” Sagar shouted. “There! Are you satisfied now, princess?”“Reasonably,” said Nuthea. “Now come on, both of you, everyone. We have places to be.”“This travelling party is a joke,” said Sagar as they began to climb another hill in a direction that Elrann indicated. “You're right, princess, we'll have all killed each other before we have a chance to get back to your homeland.”“Oh, I wouldn't be too hard on us,” said Cid. Disappointed, but still optimistic, then. “We did just manage to elude the grasp of practically an entire Imperial battalion and several Morekemian officers together, in spite of the circumstances. That is no small achievement, and took a great amount of both teamwork and skill.” Ryn's shoulders eased a bit and his spirit rose at that. When you put it like that, things didn't seem so bad. Find Vorr. Get Vorr. Kill Vorr. Stay with Nuthea. Even if she had just hit him with a lightning bolt. He was surprised that he hadn't been more lastingly hurt by that. There had been a brief shock of pain, but then he had been fine. He hadn't even needed Cid to heal him, like Sagar had. He wondered why that was. Was she able to control the strength of her attacks? Nothing she had said before had seemed to indicate that… Though if she was, why had she hit Sagar harder than him?Really, there were other things more pressing on his mind.“So Nuthea,” he said, “can you explain to us why we're not in so much of a rush to get to Manolia any more?”“Yeah,” joined in Elrann. “What gives, princess-girl? For ages you're all like”--she put on a refined voice in mock imitation of Nuthea--“‘I must return to my homeland to warn my people of what the Emperor has learned', then all of a sudden now that we're nearly there, you don't seem so bothered. What gives?”Nuthea took a while to reply, and for a moment they were walking only to the sound of their own grunting and panting as they made their way up the hill. But eventually she broke her silence.“As you know, we are currently in Zerlan, though very close to the border of both Imfis and Manolia, in the Pelnian mountains.” Of course she was going to tell them through a lecture. “Just beyond the mountains, in the Iflama forest where the Manolian peninsula starts to jut out from the Dokanese mainland, there is a huge, fortified wall. It is not very wide, because it does not need to be to span the width of the peninsula, but it is tall, and thick, and extremely well defended. The train will have to stop at the station of a town outside of this wall. I am sure that my countrywomen will have got wind of the Empire's invasion of Dokan by now, so they will have barred entry of the train through the tunnel that passes under the wall, especially when a battalion of Imperial soldiers appears in Plessa station. It will take Vorr time to work out how to get past this wall, and all that time he will be sitting at Plessa station with his troops, and for all we know he will be amassing more there. But now that he has beaten us to it, our goal is not speed, but stealth. We will need to sneak through or around the soldiers in order to get past the wall before they do. Then finally I will be able to deliver the information that the Emperor has found out about the Jewels to my people, before Vorr can get to them.” She took a deep breath. Her lecture had been punctuated by a lot of huffs and puffs as she climbed the hill.The rest of them took a moment to let this sink in. Then Ryn said, “Alright… so we need to sneak past the Imperial troops...again. It's a good thing we've still got this Imperial armour, even if we've lost our helmets. But what do we do once we reach this ‘wall'? How will we be able to get past it without revealing ourselves to the Imperials on this side of it?”“Yeah, he does have a point there, princess,” said Sagar, to Ryn's surprise. Perhaps Ryn should set his face on fire more often…“That's the reason I'm not in as much of a rush any more,” said Nuthea, determinedly looking at her feet as she walked and refusing to meet any of their gazes. “I...I know of a secret passageway through the wall. A secret entrance and exit. We will be able to sneak into Manolia through that.”“Okay,” said Elrann, “well that makes a lot more sense now. But I think it makes all the more sense for us to be restocking our supplies here in Zerlan before we carry on. There's no way we could even get to the Manolian border  wall on what we've got left.”“I agree,” said Cid. Sagar and Vish nodded their assent too.Ryn didn't see any reason to protest. Which meant that in a moment he could ask Nuthea about some other things that had happened on board the train which had been starting to bother him...They reached the crest of the latest hill and took a moment to catch their breaths in the crisp air. This hill was higher than the last and afforded them an even better view of the surrounding country. To the West and North, more hills, stretching back to the Imfisi plains they had traversed on the train. To the East and South, yet more hills, yes, but instead of eventually flattening out, they rose to become the snow-dusted Pelnian mountains. Wending its way down from these was the thin blue ribbon of the river they had jumped into to escape from Vorr. The plume of steam from the Sirran train the Imperials had commandeered had long disappeared.Ryn could not hold in his questions any more. “Why did we end up needing to jump off the train?” he asked of the world in general. Then he rounded on Cid, addressing his next few questions to the old man. “Why did Nuthea's lightning bolt not do more damage to Vorr? You were worried about that before it happened. What do you know that we don't?”The old man chewed his cheek. Everyone looked at him expectantly for an answer. Everyone except Nuthea.“Something,” Cid said eventually, “now, that I had only suspected before.”Ryn couldn't help from feeling that the old man was only pausing for dramatic effect. “What?” Cid sighed. “The Jewels, when a person touches them, impart alignment to the element they are associated with. That's why a person who has been touched by one of them can manipulate and project that element, and isn't harmed by it.”“We know that, old timer,” said Sagar. “Come on, skip to the new stuff.”“I'm getting there. When my former companions and I were collecting the Jewels before, we developed a theory about this elemental alignment, but we never had the opportunity to test it properly, and we never dared test it on each other. The theory we came up with was that, when a person touched a particular Jewel, not only did they gain the ability to manipulate that element, but they also gained a certain affinity with that element. Somehow, their body became attuned to that element and came to bear some of the properties of that element. And from various anecdotal incidents, we came to speculate that with this affinity came certain weaknesses and resistances to the other elements.”“Put it in plainspeak, old timer,” said Sagar.“In other words, a person aligned to a certain element will be especially weak to attacks from certain other elements, and especially resistant to attacks from certain other elements. The most obvious one is that people who have touched the Fire Ruby would be especially susceptible to attacks from those who had touched the Water Sapphire, as fire is vulnerable to extinguishment by water. But in turn water is highly vulnerable to lightning…”“And fire is resistant to lightning,” said Ryn slowly, seeing where Cid was going. “That's why Nuthea's lightning bolt didn't hurt me more. That's why Sagar needed you to heal him, but not me. That's why Vorr and the officers touched by the Ruby hadn't been hurt more by her lightning back on the top of the train.” “Indeed,” said Cid. “As far as we guessed, fire isn't completely resistant to lightning, but it is partially resistant, from what we observed. And interestingly enough, it didn't quite seem to work the other way around. Lightning alignment does not grant resistance to fire–far from it–so fire seemed to be the dominant element in the pairing. It was only a theory, and like I say, we didn't have a chance to test it out properly before, since nobody but us ever had any elemental powers before, and we didn't want to test it by attacking each other, but now that you've done that it does seem to confirm--” “Do the Empire know?” said Nuthea all of a sudden, briskly. The colour had drained from her face completely; her skin was milk-white. “Do the Empire know?” she asked again, even more urgently.“I don't see how they could,” said Cid, putting his hands up in reassurance, “unless they have access to lore that we didn't. Although recent events may have given them an inkling…”“We've got to keep moving,” said Nuthea. “Fast. We need to find a Zerlanese settlement as soon as we can and restock our supplies, and then move on to Manolia.” She had started to hop from foot to foot. “Come on, everyone!” She seemed to have turned even whiter, were that possible, and had started to shake a little.“Now hold on, princess!” said Sagar. “All of a sudden we're in a rush again? What's with all the urgency?”Ryn knew.“Don't you see?” said Nuthea, pleadingly. “Vorr and his Officers are heading for Manolia, with the Fire Ruby, and they have resistance to lightning! The primary defence method of my people won't even work against him! And he might even know this now!”“Arrrrggh!” Ryn cried out with frustration. The mention of the General's name had lit the flame of his temper again, and hate burned in his chest at the memory of being caught and tortured by him. “Damn him, he's just too strong! Even with all my practice I still couldn't beat him! He's invulnerable to fire, and now we know he's virtually invulnerable to lightning too!”“Don't be so hard on yourself,” said Cid. “Vorr is powerful and devious.”“I hate him!” Ryn went on, unable to contain his outburst and not caring. “I hate him for killing my parents and burning down my hometown and for stealing the Jewel from us!”“Come on, Ryn,” said Nuthea, still agitated too, “let's go, then! That's why we've got to get to Manolia ahead of him: to warn my people and stop him from taking another Jewel!”Ryn remembered something else. In the heat of his outburst, he couldn't hold back his questions any more.“Nuthea, what did Vorr mean when he said to you on top of the train ‘you've been helpful enough already by betraying your homeland', anyway?”Now Nuthea froze.They all looked at her. She didn't speak for a long time.When she did, she said very quietly, “I didn't think you'd heard that…” “No, I heard it,” said Ryn slowly. “How couldn't I? He said it loud and clear. I just hadn't had a moment to ask about it until now. What did he mean?”Nuthea looked at the ground.Ryn's guts went suddenly cold, the heat vanishing as quickly as it had come. Slowly, a chill crept up from the base of his feet to the top of his head, gripping his heart tight on the way. Mother. Father. Hometown. Find Vorr. Get Vorr. Kill Vorr. Stay with Nuthea?He heard himself asking another question. “How did Vorr find out about the Jewels in the first place? It wasn't just a coincidence that he attacked my town, was it?”“No,” said Nuthea very quietly, still looking down. “He knew about the Fire Ruby before he attacked Cleasor.” “How?”The cold was freezing fear in the pit of his stomach. “He knows because I told him.”Shock tore through Ryn. His mouth fell open.“Wh… what?”Still Nuthea refused to meet his gaze. “He knows because I told him,” she said quietly through the tears that started to stream down her cheeks.“Why? When? Where?”The others stared at her from where they stood, stunned to silence. Even Sagar didn't offer any comment, but seemed keen to hear whatever Nuthea had to say next.Nuthea took a deep breath and brushed the water from her cheeks. It took her a little while, but eventually she started to tell them the tale. “There… there never was an undercover mission to Imfis… What happened was that I ran away from my homeland because I was due to be wed in an arranged marriage, and I didn't want to be; I wanted to see the world and go on adventures. So I ran away, and disguised myself, and made my own way travelling. I got as far as Sirra, but one night I was staying at an inn there, and I met this man...”A horrible premonition came into Ryn's imagination.“...he bought me some drinks,” Nuthea went on, “and somehow I let slip that I was a Manolian princess...”“Why would you do that?” Ryn said.“I don't know!” Nuthea nearly started to sob again, then choked it back. “He was very charming, and he had a very flattering way of talking and I… I suppose I wanted to impress him… When I told him I was a princess he was very interested--”“Course he was,” said Sagar.“--he was very interested, and he started asking me things about my homeland and my people. And then… then he started asking me about the Primeval Jewels. Somehow he had heard of them, and he started to ask me what I knew, and I told him… I told him…”Nuthea petered out as she looked back down at the ground. She didn't seem able to bring herself to say whatever she had been going to say next.“What did you tell him?” said Ryn. But he realised he already knew.Nuthea raised her gaze to Ryn's. Her lip quivered.“I told him what I knew about the Jewels. I told him that the Lightning Crystal was in the Manolian capital and that the Fire Ruby was hidden in a small town in Efstan called Cleasor.”Ryn reeled, and had to put his arms out to stop himself from falling over. The world had begun to spin. He felt himself sit down on the ground with a bump.“I…” said Nuthea. “I'm sorry I lied to you. To you all.”Nobody else spoke. They just watched Ryn.“Say something, Ryn,” Nuthea implored him.Ryn's mind caught up with his body.“Do you mean to tell me…” he said slowly, quietly. “Do you mean to tell me that the person responsible for the Morekemian Emperor finding out about the Jewels, for Vorr coming to my hometown to find the Fire Ruby, for the death of my mother, for the death of my father, for the destruction of my hometown and the death of everyone I've ever known is...you?”“I'm sorry!” Nuthea burst out again. “I don't know what came over me! I had been drinking wine, and Vorr is...Vorr is actually quite attractive when he's not in his armour and you don't know he's an Imperial soldier… He must have been in there off duty, or on shore leave, or something, in his regular clothes. And he...he noticed me, and he was trying to...ingratiate himself with me... ”The world was still spinning, and it span faster. Ryn's stomach turned over; he worried he might be sick. “You mean you…?”“No!” said Nuthea quickly. “No. But I did get to talking with him. After I told him who I was, and then about the Jewels, he overpowered me straight away and took me back to his airship, where he threw me in that cell. I'm sure he would have tortured me, but by that point he had already gotten out of me everything I knew. I'm...I'm so sorry, Ryn.”The nausea receded a little, leaving only...cold.“Ryn, I--”“No, stop,” said Ryn. He stood up shakily. “Don't waste your breath.” This was all too much. “I need to be by myself for a little while.”He stumbled away from the group, down and round the side of the hill they were on. The whole time he walked he felt numb. And yet, underneath the numbness, somewhere in the pit of his stomach, Ryn was vaguely aware that something else was stirring in him, fighting to make itself known.When he knew he had walked down and round enough of the hill to be out of sight of his companions, he sat down and wept.The ocean of grief that had been sealed up inside of him burst forth all of a sudden, flooding him. He had had to keep it pressed down in order to escape the Empire, find a healer for Nuthea, sneak onto the train with the others, fight Vorr. He had not allowed himself to feel it fully. But now it had grown too much, and the grief broke its dam. He buried his face in the grass so that nobody would hear him, however far away they were, as it came out through his eyes in hot tears, through his chest in big, heaving sobs, through his mouth in muffled shouts of pain and anger at Vorr, at the Empire, at the world, at the fact that everyone he had ever known had been killed, but he alone had been left alive.At Nuthea.Mother. Father. Hometown. Find Vorr. Get Vorr. Kill Vorr. Get away from Nuthea. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit sagaofthejewels.substack.com

Wat doe je als je dat knagende gevoel hebt: ‘Dit is het niet meer?', ‘Ik doe al een tijd wat ik heel erg leuk vond, maar ik voel nu dat het tijd is voor iets anders'.    In deze podcast vertel ik wat ik doe als ik dit knagende gevoel heb. Ik deel me jou het succesvolle recept hoe ik omga met een nieuwe wending in mijn leven.     Ik geloof er niet in dat door één ding je opeens weet en gaat doen wat je echt wilt. Het is niet alleen even mediteren wat je leven die nieuwe succesvolle wending kan geven. Ik geloof er in dat een combinatie van gebeurtenissen er voor zorgen dat deze nieuwe wending plaats kan vinden.  Bij mij heb ik een patroon ontdekt voorafgaand aan een nieuwe wending in mijn leven. Dit patroon deel ik graag met je in deze podcast. Het is mijn succesvolle recept geworden hoe ik ontdek en ga doen wat ik echt wil. Hoe ik weer op de juiste koers kom in mijn leven.  Verder vertel ik in deze podcast: + Welke boeken mij hebben geinspireerd  + Welke spirituele gebeurtenis ik onlangs heb gedaan waardoor mijn kinderen mijn ouders voor het eerst ontmoet hebben Leuk als je laat weten op team@margrietspijksma.nl wat je van deze podcast vond.  Wil jij ontdekken en gaan doen wat je echt wilt? Maak nu gebruik van de springdeal om The Fablife Game met een megakorting te spelen: https://www.margrietspijksma.nl/springdeal-the-fablife-game        

In deze aflevering van #DoneDeal de podcast bespreekt host Emile van de Sande met hoofdredacteur Dennie van Laar en adjunct-hoofdredacteur Ruben Winkels de laatste ontwikkelingen op de transfermarkt. Wat gaat PSV ondernemen nu de sportieve prestaties blijven tegenvallen? Wat is het verhaal achter de bizarre transfer van Arnaut Danjuma naar Tottenham Hotspur? En wie wordt de extra assistent-trainer en wie de technisch directeur bij Ajax?Zie het privacybeleid op https://art19.com/privacy en de privacyverklaring van Californië op https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Hosts: Hildy Grossman with Jordan Rich co-host Guests: Susan Smedley, Founder, Resilient Souls Anyone receiving a cancer diagnosis wonders what else they can be doing to cope that isn't dependent on a physical protocol. Too often medical treatment overlooks the emotional component of diagnosis and treatment in facing lung cancer. Patients undergo the emotional and … Continue reading Wending Her Way to Wellness: Improving the Emotional Impact of Lung Cancer →

De oorlog in Oekraïne neemt nog maar eens een nieuwe wending. Vladimir Poetin kondigde deze week een gedeeltelijke mobilisatie af om nog eens 300.000 burgers naar het front te sturen, en dreigde opnieuw met een kernaanval. Minder dramatisch nieuws: De Morgen publiceert dit weekend een groot Woonrapport over alle Vlaamse gemeenten. Wat dat rapport precies inhoudt, hoort u in deze aflevering. Presentatie: Stavros KelepourisGasten: Bart Eeckhout, Sara Vandekerckhove, Dimitri ThijskensProductie: Dries VermeulenEindredactie: Sam Feys Wilt u reageren? Mail dan naar podcasts@demorgen.beSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Een altaar vormt de brug naar het hogere zelf, het universum het geheel. Of het nu een kaars, wierook, een moment of een voorwerp is. Iedereen maakt daar gebruik van. Het zit diep in ons verankert. Pingpongend benaderen we de functie van het altaar. Is de toekomst te dromen of te creëren? Een verrassende wending.

MASSIVE INSANELY HUGE SPOILER WARNINGIt's Friday!!!! Today Alec & Justin are joined by  Geoffrey Calhoun, Author/Screen writer and host of Successful Screenwriter Podcast to discuss the newish horror film Antlers. It's nice the Wendigo community is finally getting some attention. And Jesse Plemmons....I want your agent.

WAT?! Ik ga nieuw leven in deze podcast blazen. Iedere twee weken een aflevering. Video's op Instagram (@hetcompliment). Hele afleveringen met beeld van de live telefoongesprekken op YouTube. En alsof dat nog niet genoeg is: binnenkort meer verrassingen. Wie kunnen we dat beter laten weten dan één van de trouwste fans van deze podcast (niet mijn moeder).

In deze podcast ga ik in gesprek met Giorgio Briët van www.werkelijkheidopstraat.nl. Hij heeft veel meegemaakt als kind en tiener. Op den duur heeft hij ervoor gekozen te vertellen wat zijn verhaal is. En onder andere die keuze zorgt er nu voor dat hij de juiste mensen om zich heen verzameld. Een krachtige jonge man met een enorm doorzettingsvermogen en een prachtige missie. Hij wil jongeren van 18-27 jaar helpen om een positieve draai aan hun leven te geven door ze te leren zelfstandig te worden in verschillende gebieden.

Onze zoon Sun is alweer 5 maanden, dus het was even wachten.. maar nu is het dan toch echt tijd voor mijn bevallingsverhaal. Ik heb een mooi verhaal wat ik graag met je wil delen. Mijn bevalling heeft namelijk een hele onverwachte wending gekregen, maar desondanks kijk ik er toch positief op terug. Ik neem je mee vanaf het begin tot het einde. Een open en intiem verhaal. Liefs, Marlou

Wending our way toward Rosh HaShanah, do we quake with fear or enjoy the confidence of knowing that all will be well? Pull Up a Chair 12AUG2021 - PODCAST

Een man ligt op straat, bloed komt uit zijn hoofd en neus, wat doet dit met je? En hoe lang heb jij hier 'last' van? In deze podcast geef ik verschillende voorbeelden, wat dit met mij heeft gedaan en hoe ik 'last' om kan zetten naar positiviteit. Beluister 'm hier. Leuk als je de nieuwe Facebookgroep 'joint'. https://www.facebook.com/groups/motivatieservice

Na 10 maanden is de VISIOCAST terug. Deze podcast ontstond in maart vorig jaar, als antwoord op de sluiting van de revalidatie bij Koninklijke Visio, als gevolg van de COVID-19 pandemie. Mieke Douma, Petra Colen en Theo van Zuijlen kijken in deze aflevering terug op die periode waarin ons leven plotseling een andere wending nam. Wat is er voor hen veranderd? Waar lagen er mogelijkheden? En hoe hebben de ervaringsdeskundigen van Visio deze tijd ervaren? De VISIOCAST is een podcast van Koninklijke Visio. De podcast verschijnt aan het einde van april, mei en juni '21 en wordt gepresenteerd door Mieke, Petra en Theo en zij worden daar waar nodig geassisteerd door collega's en ervaringsdeskundigen. Wij willen deze podcast graag samen met jou maken, dus heb je een tip, opmerking of vraag dan willen wij die graag van je horen. Wil je reageren op de podcast dan kan dat via voicemail op de VISIOCAST MOBIEL 06-429 10 396 of mail naar visiocast@visio.org Met een hulpvraag die te maken heeft met een visuele beperking kun je terecht bij onze Helpdesk 088-585 56 66 Voor vragen aan of informatie over Koninklijke Visio bel je de cliëntservicelijn 088-58 58 585 Kijk voor tips en hulp op het Kennisportaal van Koninklijke Visio Via deze link kom je op de site met Tips en ideeën uit Visio-webinar wat kan wél in coronatijd Via deze link kom je op de site met meer informatie over Een luisterend oor in coronatijd

Na 10 maanden is de VISIOCAST terug. Deze podcast ontstond in maart vorig jaar, als antwoord op de sluiting van de revalidatie bij Koninklijke Visio, als gevolg van de COVID-19 pandemie. Mieke Douma, Petra Colen en Theo van Zuijlen kijken in deze aflevering terug op die periode waarin ons leven plotseling een andere wending nam. Wat is er voor hen veranderd? Waar lagen er mogelijkheden? En hoe hebben de ervaringsdeskundigen van Visio deze tijd ervaren? De VISIOCAST is een podcast van Koninklijke Visio. De podcast verschijnt aan het einde van april, mei en juni '21 en wordt gepresenteerd door Mieke, Petra en Theo en zij worden daar waar nodig geassisteerd door collega's en ervaringsdeskundigen. Wij willen deze podcast graag samen met jou maken, dus heb je een tip, opmerking of vraag dan willen wij die graag van je horen. Wil je reageren op de podcast dan kan dat via voicemail op de VISIOCAST MOBIEL 06-429 10 396 of mail naar visiocast@visio.org Met een hulpvraag die te maken heeft met een visuele beperking kun je terecht bij onze Helpdesk 088-585 56 66 Voor vragen aan of informatie over Koninklijke Visio bel je de cliëntservicelijn 088-58 58 585 Kijk voor tips en hulp op het Kennisportaal van Koninklijke Visio Via deze link kom je op de site met Tips en ideeën uit Visio-webinar wat kan wél in coronatijd Via deze link kom je op de site met meer informatie over Een luisterend oor in coronatijd

In deze aflevering vertel ik je over een nieuwe wending in mijn afslanktraject

Afl. 39 Bijbelstart - Onverwachte wending by TWR

Stop being self-serving in your sales messaging  My first big deal was in kindergarten I fell in love with sales when I started teaching others. Too much of a  Changing the words coming out of your mouth Listening to your head, your heart, and your gut. You must have a "you focused" part of your life to be successful People don't want to be served, they want to be aligned.

Lizzie heeft een tijdelijke baan in een verpleegtehuis. Daar treft ze mevrouw Dallimore, die haar levensverhaal met haar deelt. Lizzie ziet in dat het nooit te laat is om opnieuw te beginnen.Uitgeven door De Fontein Romans & Spanning 2020Spreker(s): Nathalie van Gent

The remote small communities—outposts in Southeast Alaska. Meyers Chuck, Point Baker and Port Protection, Port Alexander. Dan tells a Wayne Short story of man-overboard and being saved in huge seas. Wending their way north, stories of Tenakee Springs, and out Icy Straits to Elfin Cove.

Als een bepaald domein in je leven niet goed zit, kan dit je erg ongelukkig maken. Vaak beslissen om dit niet te veranderen, omdat de 'comfort-zone' minder erg lijkt dan de stap naar verandering. Niets is minder waar!

Steve Luxenberg presents the myth-shattering story of how our nation embraced separation and the devastating consequences of that decision. Plessy v. Ferguson, the Supreme Court case synonymous with "separate but equal," created remarkably little stir when the justices announced their nearly unanimous decision on May 18, 1896. Yet it is at the center of one of the most dramatic stories of the 19th century, and its cultural reverberations are still felt today. Wending his way through a half century of American history, Luxenberg begins at the dawn of the railroad age in the North, home to the nation's first separate railroad car, and then moves through the Civil War and Reconstruction to its aftermath: separation taking root in nearly every aspect of American life. Luxenberg draws from letters, diaries and archival collections to tell the story of Plessy v. Ferguson through the eyes of the people caught up in the case: resisters from the mixed-race community of French New Orleans, led by Louis Martinet, a lawyer and crusading newspaper editor; Homer Plessy's lawyer, Albion Tourgée, a best-selling author and the country's best-known white advocate for civil rights; Justice Henry Billings Brown, from antislavery New England, whose majority ruling endorsed separation; and Justice John Harlan, the southerner from a slaveholding family whose singular dissent cemented his reputation as a steadfast voice for justice. Luxenberg's new book, Separate: The Story of Plessy v. Ferguson, and America's Journey from Slavery to Segregation, has been long listed for the 2019 Cundill History Prize, an international award recognizing the best history writing in English. MLF ORGANIZER NAME George Hammond Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Afgelopen weekend was het seminar en dat kreeg een aparte wending...

A myth-shattering narrative of how a nation embraced "separation" and its pernicious consequences. Plessy v. Ferguson, the Supreme Court case synonymous with “separate but equal,” created remarkably little stir when the justices announced their near-unanimous decision on May 18, 1896. Yet it is one of the most compelling and dramatic stories of the nineteenth century, whose outcome embraced and protected segregation, and whose reverberations are still felt into the twenty-first. Separate spans a striking range of characters and landscapes, bound together by the defining issue of their time and ours―race and equality. Wending its way through a half-century of American history, the narrative begins at the dawn of the railroad age, in the North, home to the nation’s first separate railroad car, then moves briskly through slavery and the Civil War to Reconstruction and its aftermath, as separation took root in nearly every aspect of American life. Award-winning author Steve Luxenberg draws from letters, diaries, and archival collections to tell the story of Plessy v. Ferguson through the eyes of the people caught up in the case. Separate depicts indelible figures such as the resisters from the mixed-race community of French New Orleans, led by Louis Martinet, a lawyer and crusading newspaper editor; Homer Plessy’s lawyer, Albion Tourgée, a best-selling author and the country’s best-known white advocate for civil rights; Justice Henry Billings Brown, from antislavery New England, whose majority ruling endorsed separation; and Justice John Harlan, the Southerner from a slaveholding family whose singular dissent cemented his reputation as a steadfast voice for justice. Sweeping, swiftly paced, and richly detailed, Separate provides a fresh and urgently-needed exploration of our nation’s most devastating divide.

Marjolein Stehmann heeft haar leven over een andere boeg gegooid nadat zij in de haptotherapie sessies heeft kunnen ervaren dat emoties niet slecht zijn maar misschien zelfs wel haar allersterkste punt. Luister mee naar haar verhaal!

Plessy v. Ferguson, the Supreme Court case synonymous with “separate but equal,” created remarkably little stir when the justices announced their near-unanimous decision on May 18, 1896. Yet it is one of the most compelling and dramatic stories of the nineteenth century, whose outcome embraced and protected segregation, and whose reverberations are still felt into the twenty-first.Separate spans a striking range of characters and landscapes, bound together by the defining issue of their time and ours―race and equality. Wending its way through a half-century of American history, the narrative begins at the dawn of the railroad age, in the North, home to the nation’s first separate railroad car, then moves briskly through slavery and the Civil War to Reconstruction and its aftermath, as separation took root in nearly every aspect of American life.Award-winning author Steve Luxenberg draws from letters, diaries, and archival collections to tell the story of Plessy v. Ferguson through the eyes of the people caught up in the case. Separate depicts indelible figures such as the resisters from the mixed-race community of French New Orleans, led by Louis Martinet, a lawyer and crusading newspaper editor; Homer Plessy’s lawyer, Albion Tourgée, a best-selling author and the country’s best-known white advocate for civil rights; Justice Henry Billings Brown, from antislavery New England, whose majority ruling endorsed separation; and Justice John Harlan, the Southerner from a slaveholding family whose singular dissent cemented his reputation as a steadfast voice for justice.Sweeping, swiftly paced, and richly detailed, Separate provides a fresh and urgently-needed exploration of our nation’s most devastating divide.22 black and white photographs See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

@KGNUClaudia, Claudia Cragg, speaks here with Steve Luxenberg, @the author of Separate: The Story of Plessy v. Ferguson, and America's Journey from Slavery to Segregation and the critically acclaimed Annie’s Ghosts: A Journey into a Family Secret. During his thirty years as a Washington Post senior editor, he has overseen reporting that has earned numerous national honors, including two Pulitzer Prizes. Separate won the J. Anthony Lukas Work-in-Progress Award. He lives in Baltimore, Maryland. Plessy v. Ferguson, the Supreme Court case synonymous with “separate but equal,” created remarkably little stir when the justices announced their near-unanimous decision on May 18, 1896. Yet it is one of the most compelling and dramatic stories of the nineteenth century, whose outcome embraced and protected segregation, and whose reverberations are still felt into the twenty-first.  Separate spans a striking range of characters and landscapes, bound together by the defining issue of their time and ours?race and equality. Wending its way through a half-century of American history, the narrative begins at the dawn of the railroad age, in the North, home to the nation’s first separate railroad car, then moves briskly through slavery and the Civil War to Reconstruction and its aftermath, as separation took root in nearly every aspect of American life.

Gert bezocht de kebabzaak van de broer van Sinan Bolat, Guillaume herontdekt de scheidsrechter in zich en Lars gaat op zoek naar de cirkel van Cercle.

The RunRunLive 4.0 Podcast Episode 4-402 – A Narcissistic Interviewee (Audio: link) audio:http://www.RunRunLive.com/PodcastEpisodes/epi4402.mp3] Link MarathonBQ – How to Qualify for the Boston Marathon in 14 Weeks - Hello, my friends and welcome to the RunRunLive Podcast episode 4-402.  First of all let me apologize for causing so much mid-workout vision issues last week for many of you.  I got multiple letters that many of you had some dust in your eyes when I talked about the passing of my friend Buddy.  Or as my sister put it, “Thanks for making me ugly-cry in the gym!” Twas no my intention.  I just wrote what came to me in that moment on that day when I knew we were going to have to make that last trip to the vet and my old friend would need to bring some change to pay the ferryman.  Let's not be all sack cloth and ashes here, rolling in the mud, tearing at our hair and wailing.  Let's celebrate today, this moment and the friends we have to share it with.  If a dog teaches you anything it is how to live in and enjoy the moment.  The sun came up today.  The reaper hasn't caught us yet and we, you and I, are going to fight that asshole all the way down.  We are not going to sit around and wait to be caught. We are going to get out there and live and love and have adventures and make that sonnabitch work hard to catch us.  Right? Sorry for the shows being a bit less predictable in cadence recently.  Life happens.  Even to me! Today we interview some narcissistic knucklehead about pretty much nothing.  In section one I'll talk about committing, really committing to this marathon cycle.  And in section two I'll give you the draft introduction to a new book I'm writing on startup sales.  I'll give you a couple useful tips for the season.  First, this time of year we end up having to hit the gym a lot.  One of the things I do during my warm up, because whether you're running or lifting or whatever you should do a little 5 minute warm up, what I do is get on the treadmill in my socks for 5 minutes.  I set it at a slow pace, (for me), like 12-15 min miles and just let my feet relax and spread out a bit.  Really helps get everything warm and relaxed.  Second tip is about consistency.  One of the things I've been challenged with over the last couple cycles, especially since the 100 miler, is my legs are super tight.  What I've done is to work a simple 5-6 minute stretching routine into every day regardless of what my workout is.  It's not the stretching per se but the consistency of doing it every day that makes a difference. It has really helped my running this cycle.  Small things done consistently have a huge impact. I've got a new podcast for you.   If you love words and language like me, you will find this fascinating.  This is for all you closet Philologists and Lexicologists.  If you don't like these things it's going to be like a freshman English lecture.  For example, I learned that there is a root language known as Indo-European that influenced Latin, Greek and Germanic.  Those languages borrowed from each other, but were all decedents of the Indo European.  And, today I learned that the original Indo-European word for ‘host' had a dual meaning of both the host and the guest.  Same word.  This root word gives us both ‘host' and ‘guest' as well as house, hospital, hospitality, etc.  It also means that the word Ghost is literally a guest in your house. … Ok.  Get your hankies out. One last Buddy story from last week.  I stayed home with him Thursday and even though we had a rough night he rallied during the day and was up tottering around the house.  At some point in the afternoon my wife came home so I took the opportunity to jump out the door for a run in the woods.  As I'm standing in the open doorway in my running kit talking to me wife the old dog stumbles over and sticks his head between me and the door.  The dog can barely stand but he's decided he's ready to head out into the woods with me on a run.  A gamer and a wonder dog to the very end. On with the show. … I'll remind you that the RunRunLive podcast is ad free and listener supported.  What does that mean? It means you don't have to listen to me trying to sound sincere about Stamps.com or Audible.. (although, fyi, my MarathonBQ book is on audible) We do have a membership option where you can become a member and as a special thank you, you will get access to member's only audio. There are book reviews, odd philosophical thoughts, zombie stories and I curate old episodes for you to listen to.  I recently added that guy who cut off is foot so he could keep training and my first call with Geoff Galloway.   “Curated” means I add some introductory comments and edit them up a bit.  So anyhow – become a member so I can keep paying my bills. M … The RunRunLive podcast is Ad Free and listener supported.  We do this by offering a membership option where members get Access to Exclusive Members Only audio and articles. Member only race reports, essays and other bits just for you! Links are in the show notes and at RunRunLive.com … Section one – A new training cycle- http://runrunlive.com/hitting-the-training-again Voices of reason – the conversation Chris Russell Chris is the product of suburban entitlement and over-education.  I promise I'll find real guests in the future. 

This episode was going to be completely different. I'd selected a few tracks here and there, but upon hearing the latest Oak Pantheon / Amiensus split the show pretty much demanded a different course. What came together for the show surprised me and I hope it surprises you too. Never let it be said that sometimes things have a way of their own and the best we can do is get out of the way and let them take their final form. We have a great selection of music from Oak Pantheon, NONE, Blank Faces, Kosmogyr, The Loom of Time, and Kraken to bring your ears along for the ride. (00:11) A Demonstration by Oak Pantheon from Gathering II (BY-NC) (07:18) Where Life Should Be by NONE from None (BY-NC) (16:04) Exit: Me by Blank Faces from A Course Of Infinite Escape (BY) (24:04) The Wane by Kosmogyr from Eviternity (BY-NC-SA) (30:10) The Peons of the Cosmos by The Loom of Time from NihilReich (BY-NC-SA) (36:49) 02-Reign of Chaos by Kraken from Book 1-Vengeance (BY-ND) Please support the bands in this show! Buy a T-Shirt, buy an album, or head to the shows. Whatever you can do to help these bands keep making music, please do it! If you have any suggestions for Creative Commons licensed metal, send me a link at craig@openmetalcast.com. Open Metalcast #185 (MP3) Open Metalcast #185 (OGG) This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

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Hoe je met angst toch je leven een andere wending kan geven...en hoe ik dat principe ook in mijn eigen leven heb toegepast. De verbinding valt een beetje weg op het eind. Maar ik denk dat de boodschap duidelijk is, toch? Laat t me weten in een reactie!

Jim Knodle and Anansi’s album Wending was produced through their 1999 Jack Straw artist residency. Applications for 2011 residencies are available now!

Jim Knodle and Anansi's album Wending was produced through their 1999 Jack Straw artist residency. Applications for 2011 residencies are available now! Information and applications at jackstraw.org.

Jim Knodle and Anansi's album Wending was produced through their 1999 Jack Straw artist residency. Applications for 2011 residencies are available now! Information and applications at jackstraw.org.