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THE GO-BETWEENS STUDIO ALBUMS Send Me a Lullaby Released: 1981 Send Me a Lullaby was the debut studio album by The Go-Betweens, marking their transition from indie post-punk to more melodic compositions. The album exhibits a raw sound with complex lyrics, offering a unique blend that would evolve in their later works. The band lineup featured Robert Forster on guitar and vocals, Grant McLennan on bass and vocals, and Lindy Morrison on drums. Produced by The Go-Betweens and Tony Cohen, the recording took place at Window Studio, Melbourne, in late 1980. This album did not chart on Billboard. CD Track The post Complete List Of The Go-Betweens Albums And Songs appeared first on ClassicRockHistory.com.

A new study found that adding honey to yogurt helps the beneficial bacteria in the yogurt survive longer in the hostile environment of the GI tract. It’s just another reason to value the wisdom passed down to us from the classical Greeks, who recognized honey as a medicinal food over 2,000 years ago. Bifidobacterium and Lactobacillus, […] The post Honey Added to Yogurt Bolsters its Bacterial Benefits–a Classic Greek Desert Turned Medicine appeared first on Good News Network.

News Strange Darling Enter the Terrifying Fever Dream That Is the Strange Darling Trailer Stephen King has called it “a clever masterpiece.” By Vanessa Armstrong | Published on August 13, 2024 Credit: Magenta Light Studios Comment 0 Share New Share Credit: Magenta Light Studios What’s Strange Darling about? To know, it seems, would take away the suspense and presumably, some of the terror of watching it. The synopsis gives little away, merely stating that “nothing is what it seems when a twisted one-night stand spirals into a serial killer’s vicious murder spree.” The trailer gives away a bit more, but not much. We see Willa Fitzgerald (The Goldfinch, Reacher), and a redhead get stuffed into a freezer and run screaming for her life. And we see Kyle Gallner (Smile, Dinner in America) apparently chasing after her with a gun after spending what seems like a romantic night with Fitzgerald’s character. There are also glimpses of Ed Begley Jr. (Better Call Saul, A Mighty Wind) and Barbara Hershey (Black Swan, Insidious), though we don’t get details about who their characters are other than creepy. We do know that critics have loved Strange Darling (it currently boasts a 100% Rotten Tomatoes score), and that Stephen King called it “a clever masterpiece.” It comes from writer-director JT Mollner. “Before there was even a script, an image came to me… one that I couldn’t shake: a woman in distress, running through the woods in slow motion,” Mollner said in the film’s production notes. “I heard a specific song (“Love Hurts”), and even had a sense of the exact frame rate, but still had no idea what it all meant. It felt like a narrative trope all too familiar, but finally it came into focus and I saw a unique opportunity to present the conventional ‘final girl,’ and the conventional evil that pursued her, in a very unconventional way.” You can see the unconventional way the story plays out when Strange Darling premieres in theaters on August 23, 2024. Check out its very disturbing trailer below. [end-mark] The post Enter the Terrifying Fever Dream That Is the <i>Strange Darling</i> Trailer appeared first on Reactor.

Excerpts Fantasy Read an Excerpt From K Arsenault Rivera’s Oath of Fire This sapphic retelling of the Psyche and Eros legend combines Greek mythology with a fae court feel. By K Arsenault Rivera | Published on August 13, 2024 Comment 0 Share New Share We’re thrilled to share an excerpt from Oath of Fire, a new sapphic fantasy by K Arsenault Rivera—available now from Forever. All Psyche ever wanted to do was help people, whether it’s in her job as a therapist or online as an influencer. So when a mysterious invitation arrives from the most captivating man she’s ever seen, asking for her assistance, she can’t refuse. But Psyche soon finds herself in a world of Courts, full of debauchery and treachery, where her only option for survival is to swear a strange oath to a mysterious masked woman named Eros. Now Psyche has to figure out how to fulfill her end of her bargain with Eros, while trying to navigate having a flame-winged goddess show up in her tiny Brooklyn apartment. Uncanny vistas, a spacious mansion, and decadent experiences are all Psyche’s for the taking—so long as she helps Eros, and so long as she never looks under Eros’s mask.But how long can she keep her curiosity at bay when Eros makes her heart tremble?    “…Bargain?” “You’re learning this entirely too fast, do you know that?” Eros says. She picks up a slice of fruit and feeds it to Psyche, who is only too happy to take a bite. Juice dribbles down her chin. “Let’s hear it.” Psyche wipes some of the juice away with her thumb. “If you take me to see the Court itself, then I’ll forgive you.” In this world there are certain people who have always gotten their way. The minds of these lucky few cannot fathom that anyone might deny them, as no one has, and so their convictions, once voiced, are always decisive. Eros is one such woman. She picks up Psyche’s thumb and slips it between her lips with the absolute confidence of someone who knows how much she’s wanted. Thoughts dissipate like so much foam. Eros’s mouth is hot and her tongue is hotter, swirling over the smooth skin as if savoring the remnants of the juice. Blood shoots straight to Psyche’s aching core. She can’t keep her breath from catching or her cheeks from flushing. “Y-you’re… making a good argument…” Eros hums around Psyche’s finger. Then, smiling, she begins to suck. Buy the Book Oath of Fire K Arsenault Rivera Buy Book Oath of Fire K Arsenault Rivera Buy this book from: AmazonBarnes and NobleiBooksIndieBoundTarget It’s no use trying to fight it—not that Psyche wants to. She starts to grind in Eros’s lap, and Eros holds her tighter. For what feels an eternity, Psyche gives herself over to this lick of flame—until, at last, Eros withdraws. In that instant Psyche notices two things. First, the world is so, so much colder when she isn’t consumed by the fires Eros provides her. Second, just before Eros withdraws, Psyche feels the pressure of teeth. Sharp teeth. Not enough to cut, no, but enough to make their presence known. Her mind races along with her heart. Psyche swallows, trying to catch her breath. “D-does that mean…?” “A question for you before I answer yours,” Eros says. She rights her mask, but for a moment there Psyche thinks she sees her tongue. “Do my teeth frighten you?” She doesn’t have to think to answer. “No,” she says. “I want… I want to feel more. B-but not now!” Eros nods. She sits up, allowing a little space to come between them, then looks out onto the shore. “Beneath the waves, everyone’s teeth are even sharper than mine,” she says. “And while no harm will come to you while you’re with me, they will press their luck so far as the laws allow. Are you certain you wish to see?” Psyche’s blood does not yet cool. That pinpoint feeling…what would those teeth be like on the other parts of her? No, no, she has to focus. “As long as I’m with you, there’s nothing to fear,” Psyche says. “Then I will gladly show you. But,” says Eros. She holds aloft a finger. Psyche considers turning the tables on her. Wouldn’t it be fun to get Eros to moan, for once? “We will need permission from the King of Waves himself. He granted me only the use of the surface; anything more will need negotiations.” Eros moves Psyche off her lap to stand—but Psyche stops her with a hand on the chest. Straddling her, Psyche waves a finger. “I want to try talking to him.” “The King of the Waves?” Eros says. “If I’m the one asking the favor, then I should be the one to speak to him. I did a bunch of reading! You know, they have all sorts of manuals on how to talk to you guys these days. Most of them are kinda…weird. But it’s how I summoned you the first time.” She leaves out her little discussion with the Queen of Flame—best, she thinks, if Eros doesn’t have to worry about that. A moment’s silence. The giddy impossibility of what she’s requested brings her joy; she looks out onto the waves expecting any moment to see a sea monster cresting them. But there is only Eros staring up at her with unblinking eyes, Eros drawing long, considering breaths, and the churn of the red sea. “I know it’s probably impossible,” Psyche says. She cups Eros’s face. “But I really want to try. Will you let me try?” The sun paints Eros’s mask with its unnatural colors. Its expression does not—cannot—change. But she does touch Psyche’s cheek. “Psyche,” she says. “Never look to me for permission. I would have you doing what you like, being who you like—or I won’t have you at all.” How can she say such things without a hint of irony? For her voice is warm and confident and full, and hearing it makes Psyche feel like she’s the god in this relationship. Her mouth opens, but she can think of nothing to say. Eros has struck her between the ribs with tenderness. Eros’s thumb traces Psyche’s cheekbone. “I would love to see what you do with it. And should anything go amiss, rest assured you’ll be in no danger. I’ll save you.” Warmth blossoms in Psyche’s chest. She nods. “All right, then,” she says. “I won’t let you down. What’s this guy’s name?” “Poseidon,” Eros answers. “Though we don’t usually address the Court Sovereigns by name. My mother being an exception.” Psyche clambers off Eros. The boat shifts beneath her feet as she walks to the bow, but she takes it slowly. Part of her wonders if the oldest parts of her blood are happy with the situation. Somewhere in her lineage there is a sailor besides themselves with joy at the sight of her. What would her followers would think? Maybe she should take a photo or two…? No, it can wait until after she’s settled matters with Poseidon. She takes a breath. “Oh Lord of the Waves, Watcher of the Seas! To test my own bravery, I want to visit your court, and I’m willing to offer you a deal!” For long moments, nothing: only the gentle breath of the sea, the chirping of the dolphins, and her own breathing. Had she erred? Perhaps she wasn’t formal enough? Doubt creeps in. And then the roiling of the sea shakes it loose. Gone, the calm—the waves are rippling now, beating against the little boat’s hull. The red beneath pulses with unnatural light. Yet when she gazes down upon the light, she sees that it is banded, not solid, as if she is between the ribs of a massive body. She does not hear the voice so much as feel it: her bones rattle within her flesh, her lungs spasm. When she was a teenager, she’d always stand as close to concert speakers as she could get. This being’s voice is louder, heavier than any of the stacks she’d stood near before. It is less a voice and more a force. “Who calls upon the King of Waves, and what does she offer in exchange for safe passage?” Psyche staggers backward. Her hands rise to her ears, though it’s no use—the voice echoes throughout her body. Yes, she is afraid, but there is a giddiness in her heart, too. She is at the top of a roller coaster staring down at the drop. So it is that with her hands covering her ears, she nevertheless shouts back at the god, “My name is Psyche. I swore an oath with Eros of the Court of Flame and am under her protection. She tells me the two of you go way back!” The sea rumbles once more; the dolphins can no longer pull the boat along against the current. “Ah, her Oathsworn. I have heard tell of you, Psyche of the mortals. Eros has been kind to me where others have not, and at great peril to herself. That is why you have such bounty before you. You would ask more of me?” If she squeezes her thumb, it’s a little easier to bear the onslaught of Poseidon’s voice. “The food was delicious, thank you so much! Definitely five stars!” she shouts back. “But that was a favor you granted Eros on my behalf. I’m humbly requesting a favor from you on Eros’s behalf. Completely different.” The sea underfoot rises and falls like the laugh of a sleeping giant. “So it is,” comes Poseidon’s voice. “What is it you would offer me, Oathsworn?” Psyche takes a moment to think, standing at the bow of the ship, rubbing her chin. What would a god want? What would this god want? She casts a glance at Eros. Her masked companion stands within arm’s reach, looming, saying nothing. Sometimes when you start a sentence, you know what you mean to say by the end of it. Maybe she’ll find her way to something proper. “In exchange for a single mortal’s day within your Court and safe harbor there, I offer you…” Psyche begins. And just as she expected, she realizes there’s only one thing she can offer. “Pleasant conversation and company for that span!” A diplomat’s upbringing is not an easy one. As a hilt is shaped on a lathe, so are they shaped for their duty—using people as a means of getting what they want. A diplomat of ten years would have extracted from Poseidon a deal that brought bounty to her home; a diplomat of twenty would have used this opportunity to seize untold power with a carefully worded request. Psyche has been shaped. She has had the disagreeable parts of herself trimmed away, the rough parts smoothed, and what is left is a polished carving that the world cannot help but enjoy. She knows this. And she knows that, with enough time, she could have found a way to strike a better deal. But more than that—she knows she doesn’t want to. Eros has taught her how tiring a god’s dealings can be. If Poseidon is anything like Eros at all, he must want something simple. Something he doesn’t have to worry about. Someone else—someone more prone to worrying, more calculating—may have trembled in anticipation of the answer. Psyche does not. She merely takes Eros’s hand, smiles at her, and waits. The sea rises and falls. She hears the raucous bray of laughter. “Eros, you’ve chosen an interesting one, haven’t you?” he says. “It has been centuries since someone spoke to me in such a way.” “The most interesting of all,” Eros answers. “Utterly without fear. Do you accept her terms, within the confines of her oath?” “I do,” he says. A great pit opens in the sea beneath them—and at its base, the Court. Excerpted from Oath of Fire, copyright © 2024 by K Arsenault Rivera. The post Read an Excerpt From K Arsenault Rivera’s <i>Oath of Fire</i> appeared first on Reactor.

This past weekend, two biologically male boxers won gold medals in women’s boxing at the Paris Olympics. On Friday, Imane Khelif of Algeria won the gold medal in the women’s welterweight division. On Saturday, Lin Yu-ting of Taiwan won the gold medal in the women’s featherweight division. As reported by Boxing News, the oldest boxing publication in the world: “Khelif has documented male XY chromosomes. Khelif—along with Lin Yu-ting, of Taiwan—was banned from boxing at the world championships last year, this because of the fact that Khelif, and Yu-ting, was proven to be biological male.” Why did the International Olympic Committee allow biological men to box women? The reason is that the IOC is a woke organization. And given that the Olympics took place in a particularly woke locale—Paris—the Games featured almost everything that the word “woke” represents. The Games opened with a drag queen mockery of Christianity. Due to farm animals’ alleged impact on climate, 60% of the Olympic athletes’ food was vegan (not even vegetarian). According to The Australian, the Australian government flew in “more than 700 kilograms of eggs and a ton of extra meat” to feed Australian athletes. Also to combat climate change, athletes’ dorms were not allowed to have air conditioning. They were to be cooled, in the words of The Washington Post, “by other cooling methods.” But few countries relied on “other cooling methods,” so they shipped in portable air-conditioning units—all of which ended up doing what many green policies do: increasing the “carbon footprint.” And true to its wokeness, the IOC forced female boxers to fight biological males. The IOC allowed male boxers to fight women despite the males’ having been previously banned from women’s boxing by the International Boxing Association. Sporting organizations independent of the IOC set their own eligibility rules—which usually means biological males cannot compete in women’s sports. But for the second straight Summer Olympics, Olympic boxing has been run by an IOC-appointed committee, not by a functioning governing body for that sport. As a result, every woman who faced Khelif or Lin was soundly defeated. Women who devoted their lives to the grueling sport of boxing and to the goal of one day winning an Olympic gold medal were cheated out of the possibility. Of course, the world’s mainstream—meaning, left-wing—media supported the IOC. The worst among the awful media may have been The Associated Press. In the view of the AP, Khelif, not the women Khelif beat up, was the real victim: Khelif was the victim of “online abuse from around the world over misconceptions about her womanhood. … Major celebrities and others have questioned her eligibility or falsely claimed she was a man.” According to the AP, opposition to the biologically male boxers was “amplified by Russian disinformation.” “Russian disinformation slams Paris and amplifies Khelif debate to undermine the Olympics” was the AP headline of its “news” piece on Khelif’s winning a gold medal. AP cited NewsGuard—a left-wing disinformation organization that masquerades as a “fact checker”—as agreeing that Russian disinformation played a critical role in the Paris Olympics. The once-respected AP—which, like other mainstream “news” media, has become a disgrace to the news profession—not only blamed Russian disinformation, but also blamedm you guessed it, racism. Another AP headline: “For female athletes of color, scrutiny around gender rules and identity is part of a long trend.” The article went on to say: “Female athletes of color have historically faced disproportionate scrutiny and discrimination when it comes to sex testing and false accusations that they are male or transgender.” And it quoted, you guessed it again, a professor: “Medical anthropologist Danyal Kade Doyle Griffiths, an adjunct professor with the City University of New York [said]: ‘These examples strike me as particular cases where racism and transphobia and intersex phobia are kind of inseparable.'” The whole charge of The AP and the professor is a falsehood. White biological men who claim to be female and compete against women are routinely attacked for cheating. See, for example, an earlier column about the University of Pennsylvania swimmer Lia Thomas, who claims to be female and robs women of their swimming records. NBC also claimed Khelif was a victim: “Algerian Imane Khelif won welterweight gold Friday … overcoming a firestorm of questions from opponents wrongly questioning her gender.” No one exposed the deceit of the IOC and the left-wing media as effectively as the women who were forced to fight against Khelif and Lin. NBC itself reported the words of Mexico’s Brianda Tamara after she fought Khelif in December 2022: “When I fought her I felt very much out of my depth. Her blows hurt me a lot. I don’t think I had ever felt like that in my 13 years as a boxer, nor in my sparring with men. Thank God that day I got out of the ring safely.” Essentially Sports reported that female boxer Svetlana Kamenova Staneva of Bulgaria, who lost her chance at a gold medal when she was defeated by Lin, refused “to shake hands with Lin Yu-ting and instead [was] defiantly displaying an ‘X’ gesture in the ring, implying her XX chromosomes compared to her opponent’s reported XY chromosomes.” A Turkish female boxer, Esra Yildiz Kahraman, also displayed an “X” gesture after Lin defeated her. Presumably, the IOC, The AP, NBC, and NewsGuard regard all these female fighters as sore losers. It all began when the world saw Angela Carini, the Italian female boxer, quit her fight with Khelif after just 46 seconds. Sobbing at having to quit the fight, she later told the press: “I am heartbroken. I went to the ring to honor my father. I was often told that I was a warrior, but I preferred to stop for my health. I have never felt a punch like this.” The solution is testing for chromosomes—not testosterone levels, not genitals, not self-identification. It may well be that Khelif herself did not know until tested that she was a biological male. Unlike Thomas and all the “transwomen” who play against women, Khelif was not necessarily a cheat. Italian Prime Minister Giorgia Meloni got it right: “Athletes who have male genetic characteristics should not be admitted to female competitions.” Former President Donald Trump said essentially the same thing. Vice President Kamala Harris has thus far said nothing. COPYRIGHT 2024 CREATORS.COM We publish a variety of perspectives. Nothing written here is to be construed as representing the views of The Daily Signal. The post The Woke 2024 Olympics: Where Men Were Allowed to Punch Women appeared first on The Daily Signal.

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On the Fox Business show Varney & Co., MRC founder and president Brent Bozell was asked about all the media fluff for Kamala Harris, including the new Time magazine cover. Bozell declared, "I think the honeymoon doesn't end until the election." Bozell alluded to a forthcoming MRC poll which will show the Biden record is "not sticking with Kamala Harris. They aren't seeing Kamala Harris as the person responsible for this, so in fact, the media strategy of hiding in the basement is working beautifully for her right now." He mentioned the Time cover story: BOZELL: Look, they fawned all over her comparing her to Beyonce and Taylor Swift. If they believed in God they would compare her to the blessed virgin Mary. The whole time she refused to sit down and do an interview with them. Talk about a slap in the face, so what does this say? This says that the hatred for Donald Trump is so intense that they are going to do everything to facilitate anything that will defeat him. Including facilitating a strategy where she hides in the basement where now into the fourth week since she announced her presidential run, where she refuses to talk to the press and there's no outrage whatsoever.  Bozell said the strongest ally for Harris in this campaign is not the unions, it's not Hollywood. "It's the national news media that are going to do their bidding. So the question is, where the honeymoon is concerned -- this is not going to end until election day. They are going to do everything in their power to do it while at the same time, Stuart, while savaging Trump every single day as they have been since May of 2015." Varney asked about Donald Trump sitting with Elon Musk for a conversation that lasted more than two hours on X, but he played audio of Trump mocking Harris for avoiding all interviews and conversations.  In reply, Bozell brandished a collection of headlines posted on X which were uniformly negative about Trump, Musk, or both men. It was a "two-hour ramble" of "two struggling social media entrepreneurs," a "Trump rally" with "familiar falsehoods." Bozell added "Did I mention it was two hours? Did I mention that trump sat down for two hours and Kamala Harris hasn't sat down for two minutes with anyone? I be perfectly happy if, how is this for an idea, Stuart? Let's have Mark Zuckerberg of Facebook do a two-hour interview with Kamala Harris, where he can ask her similar questions as he asks Elon Musk. I'd love to see that. She won't do it because the last thing she wants to do is to have to answer to the public."