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New #Endurain version v0.19.3 released with dependency bumps and move to GitHub.
💡Gentle reminder: don't forget to update the image from "codeberg.org/endurain-project/endurain" to "ghcr.io/endurain-project/endurain"
We also released a new blog post that addresses the move back to GitHub and some other topics: https://docs.endurain.com/blog/2026/10/09/feature-freeze-update-4/
Grab it now https://github.com/endurain-project/endurain/releases/tag/v0.19.3
To be an enduring, great company, you have to build a mechanism for preventing or solving problems that will long outlast any one individual leader.
Each one's no longer consciousOf the high wall, or the rest:Since the one enduring fortress,Is the soldier's iron breast.If you’d live unconquered,Quickly arm, and fight the real foe:Every wife an Amazon bred,And every child a hero.
Dose Of Benny
This podcast explores the intersection of strength, endurance, and everyday life through the lens of ultrarunning, lifting, coaching, and personal experience...
Great Australian Pods Podcast Directory: https://www.greataustralianpods.com/dose-of-benny/
#AusPods #Podcasts #Podcasting #Australia #Sport #Fitness #Training #Running
61-year-old Canadian grandmother breaks record for longest plank for 5 hours: 5 things to keep in mind about fitness after 60
When you move past the age of 60, most people start wondering if their bodies can really handle…
#NewsBeep #News #Fitness #CA #Canada #Canadiangrandmother #DonnaJeanWilde #endurancefeats #exerciseforseniors #fitnessafter60 #GuinnessWorldRecord #GuinnessWorldRecords #Health #longestplankrecord #plankchallenges #seniorfitness
https://www.newsbeep.com/ca/927944/
61-year-old Canadian grandmother breaks record for longest plank for 5 hours: 5 things to keep in mind about fitness after 60
When you move past the age of 60, most people start wondering if their bodies can really handle…
#NewsBeep #News #Fitness #AU #Australia #Canadiangrandmother #DonnaJeanWilde #endurancefeats #exerciseforseniors #fitnessafter60 #guinnessworldrecord #guinnessworldrecords #Health #longestplankrecord #plankchallenges #seniorfitness
https://www.newsbeep.com/au/922274/
October 7 Taught Israel a Brutal Lesson; Egypt Is the Next Test
Washington’s decision to override human rights conditions on military aid to Cairo reflects the enduring primacy of strategic…
#NewsBeep #News #BreakingNews #breakingnews #Israel
https://www.newsbeep.com/764296/
October 7 Taught Israel a Brutal Lesson; Egypt Is the Next Test
Washington’s decision to override human rights conditions on military aid to Cairo reflects the enduring primacy of strategic…
#EuropeSays #Headlines #News #Europe #Europa #EU #Israel
https://www.europesays.com/iran/323754/
61-year-old Canadian grandmother breaks record for longest plank for 5 hours: 5 things to keep in mind about fitness after 60
When you move past the age of 60, most people start wondering if their bodies can really handle…
#NewsBeep #News #Fitness #Canadiangrandmother #DonnaJeanWilde #endurancefeats #exerciseforseniors #fitnessafter60 #GuinnessWorldRecord #guinnessworldrecords #Health #longestplankrecord #plankchallenges #seniorfitness #UK #UnitedKingdom
https://www.newsbeep.com/uk/797283/
https://www.europesays.com/uk/1245773/ 61-year-old Canadian grandmother breaks record for longest plank for 5 hours: 5 things to keep in mind about fitness after 60 #CanadianGrandmother #DonnaJeanWilde #EnduranceFeats #ExerciseForSeniors #Fitness #FitnessAfter60 #GuinnessWorldRecord #GuinnessWorldRecords #Health #LongestPlankRecord #PlankChallenges #SeniorFitness #UK #UnitedKingdom
Here’s a look at the #NobelPrizes for #science in 2026
Catching neutrinos, controlling brain cells and the mystery of mirror image molecules won
From a light switch for brain to the discovery of ultra-elusive subatomic particle hailing from beyond our solar system to a solution to one of the most enduring puzzles in all of organic chemistry, researchers behind this year’s scientific prizes each revolutionized ways scientists understand the world.
https://www.sciencenews.org/article/nobel-2026-physics-chemistry-medicine
https://archive.ph/uPjBL
🇬🇧 Nick Straker Band "A Walk in the Park" – 1979
The song became a major hit across continental Europe in 1979 before reaching No. 20 on the UK Singles Chart in 1980. Its enduring appeal lies in that irresistible combination of melodic charm and understated groove. A snapshot of the moment when disco was opening up to the electronic sounds of the decade ahead...
#nickstrakerband #disco #discomusic #jazzfunk #electropop #70smusic #vinyl #music #vinylrecords #nowspinning #nowlistening
https://www.europesays.com/conflicts/30060/ Finnish Defence Forces’ service personnel to participate in the Denmark-led Arctic Endurance 26 -exercise framework #ArcticRegion #Baltic #BalticMilitary #BalticSecurity #DefenceForces #Finland #FinnishDefence #FinnishDefense #information #InternationalCooperation #MaavoimienEtusivulle #MerivoimienEtusivulle #MilitaryAlliances #NATO #NavalForces #navy #PressRelease #PuolustusvoimienEtusivulle #SpecialForces #VerbalCommunication
2,000m Row Benchmarks for Men in Their 50s – From Beginner to Elite, Plus How to Improve Your Time
The 2,000m row is a test of endurance, pacing strat…
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https://www.newsbeep.com/us/875957/
https://www.europesays.com/unitedstates/25320/ Gale V. King to Receive The ELC’s 2026 Alvaro L. Martins Heritage Award for Enduring Leadership and Service #Advertising #AfricanAmerican #Awards #BigBusiness #diversity #Education #Equity&Inclusion #HumanResource&WorkforceManagement #NotForProfit #Publishing&InformationServices #TheExecutiveLeadershipCouncil
Starfire, DC Hero, Teen Titans
Abilities
* Tamaranean physiology converts ultraviolet radiation into energy; grants superhuman strength, speed, durability, endurance, agility, stamina, flight, temperature/radiation immunity, and can assimilate language through lip contact.
* Experimentation grants the ability to project energy and heat, her
"Starbolts" which she can direct from her hands
* Highly trained warrior; proficiency in hand-to-hand combat, weaponry, leadership, and space flight
Documentary Poetry, Storytelling, Assemblage
What might it look like to dilate conventional notions of documentary? To transcend genre, chronicling without chronology, melding a mosaic of memories into a lyrical archive, creating a kaleidoscopic collection of ever shifting fragments that reinterpret experience with each touch, each glance without abandoning the most enduring truths?...
https://www.rosslynredux.com/documentary-poetry-storytelling-assemblage/
Finally the rain has stopped falling and the ducts are dry. Musty and filled with bodies of lost minions, maybe, but dry. This means that I can send my remaining minions in to trudge for gems and nuggets on double time—same pay of course. And for a great cause!
Okay maybe not a great cause, but at least a decently good cause. Someone’s got to let the people know what decently good things came out in July, after all. BEHOLD!
ClarkKent’s House of Horrors
Mourir // Nous, le Venin [July 10th, 2026 – Self Released]
The French have proven to be masters at writing spine-tingling black metal, from Blut Aus Nord’s Disharmonium albums to Hasard’s horrifying symphonic soundscapes. Add to that list the atmoblack group Mourir, with their third record, Nous, le Venin, a work that unsettles with dissonant riffs and deranged shrieks and shouts. They combine DSBM-style vocals with the sort of melodic tremolos played by Pure Wrath in a sinister concoction that’s simultaneously entertaining and horrifying. Dissonance creates a Veilburner topsy-turvy effect that catches listeners off-guard, as evidenced late on “Mon Rêve Animal,” which drifts into an improvisational, jazzy drum solo that’s weird but also cool. Similar to Hasard, Mourir play with tons of energy, running blast beats in breathless suicide sprints that barely give you time to find your bearings. Yet Mahell’s kit work also demonstrates plenty of diversity. “Ennui Ennemi” is a case study, from the opening fits and starts to furious blast beats to a complete cessation of drums as suspense builds from slow, discordant chords. There are plenty of artsy touches utilizing lengthy passages of silence—”Je Est Absent” contains notes of chilling riffs that break the fragile peace. The riffs are no slouch either, wavering between enjoyable melodic tremolos and hair-raising chords of terror. If you like your black metal unconventional, you’ll find plenty to enjoy, and to unsettle, on Nous, le Venin, which may or may not leave your sanity intact.
Profane Burial // Desolate Echoes of Turmoil [July 24th, 2026 – These Hands Melt]
Not wanting to be outdone by the French, Norway’s Profane Burial throw their hat in the ring for some bone-chilling tunes on their third full-length album, Desolate Echoes of Turmoil. Dear Hollow enjoyed their prior release, 2024’s My Plateau, calling it “scatterbrained and wonky” and “a fun-as-hell symphonic black metal foray.” The orchestral music combined with the unsettling guitar work has the feel of a cinematic score, something that could accompany the whimsical horror of Sweeney Todd. The record has touches of Dimmu Borgir, but with the sinister discordance of this year’s other symphonic horror black metal release from Vesseles. Profane Burial seeks to challenge, with dense layers of chugging guitars underpinning the sound, but additional layers of guitar allow for some noodling to creep in so the music doesn’t leave you completely cold. While Desolate Echoes of Turmoil doesn’t lure you in with hooks, it’s still plenty mesmerizing in its atmospheric guitar work and icy blast beats. The symphonic portions often play second fiddle to the guitars and drums, but prove exhilarating on the likes of “Triumph of Dreadful Aftermath,” a true symphony of horrors. It’s challenging, it’s avant-garde, and it’s dense, yet something about Desolate Echoes of Turmoil weaves a spell that lures listeners into its twisted cinematic soundscape.
Creeping Ivy’s Varied Velocities
Frolic // Legacies of Cybernetica [July 3rd, 2026 – Hectic Records]
Initially, I thought thrash could only rage through hellscapes, warscapes, and other such scary ‘scapes. But then I finally heard Death Angel’s Frolic Through the Park (1988), which showed me that the genre could happily move in a carefree way through natural spaces. I have to think that Frolic, a thrash band from the Bay Area, derived its name from the imperative verb found on the classic sophomore album by the Bay Area thrash legends. After all, this Hayward foursome forge a fun thrash core, consisting of frenzied finger-tapping, technical gallops, and glorious guitarmonies (“Legacies of Cybernetica”). There’s nothing natural, however, about the seven Legacies of Cybernetica Frolic bequeath to listeners, in the form of their own sophomore effort. Indeed, “Disasters of Experiments” shows guitarists Edgar Sánchez and Lenny “Real Steel” Ramirez ripping riffs and solos at ungodly speeds, while “Living in Virtuality” leads bassist Zak Kufeld to strut his highly active bass tone, supported by the dexterous drumming of Elijah Post. “A Shattered Soul” perfectly encapsulates the band’s talent for making tasty, tight jams feel adventurous. Sánchez’s rasps overlay a blackened exterior onto modern, technical thrash that should excite fans of Warbringer, Havok, and the like. The rhythm guitar tone is a bit wetter than I’d like, and the nine-minute title track does stall the album somewhat out the gate. But overall, Legacies of Cybernetica strolls along at 38 minutes, consistently kicking ass and heralding a promising voice in thrash.
Slow Goat // Where the Wisest Fear to Tread [July 10th, 2026 – Self Released]
I had no idea goats were fast creatures. Apparently, they can travel anywhere between 15 and 40 miles per hour, depending on whether they’re domesticated or wild. Their sprightliness isn’t a reason why goats are so heavily associated with black metal, but it’s a happy accident, at the very least. Given their surprising speed (at least to me), it makes sense that a metal band named Slow Goat would play stoner-doom. On Where the Wisest Fear to Tread, this Portland, OR foursome’s debut, stoner-doom comes in an assortment of flavors. In their most domesticated moments, Slow Goat deal in straightforward bangers that let the sultry mid-range of vocalist Rosie Peterson shine, recalling the skulking and skittering of a Castle Rat (“Fallen Child”). On the untamed side of things, bassist Adam Carter and drummer Eric Bloombaum become more central, initiating jammy slow burns that waft like a waving Windhand (“Visions/Fell Ritual”). Feeling more like domesticated wildness is a track like “Sisyphus,” where guitarist Dan Black conjures classic Khemmis via fuzzy melodic riffs with some get up n’ go. Where the Wisest Fear to Tread may be a bit overlong at 46 minutes, but there’s enough variety within a limited paradigm to keep things interesting. The doomy descent of closer “Under the Glass,” coupled with Peterson’s dynamic vocal performance and Black’s concluding shreddery, leaves me happily wanting more from these Portlanders. If and when it drops, I’ll be hurtling towards Slow Goat’s sophomore album with goat-like speed.
Grin Reaper’s Melodic Mistreaters
Sigyn // From Nation to Chaos [July 10th, 2026 – Noble Demon]
Generally speaking, Finnish melodeath is my favorite melodeath,1 and Sigyn’s sophomore effort From Nation to Chaos brims with all the goodies I love. Key-forward compositions adorned with soaring guitars and hooks sharp enough to pierce iron2 litter From Nation’s runtime with ear candy galore. Echoing Finnish titans Omnium Gatherum and Children of Bodom, Sigyn clearly understands how to weave ultra-sticky melodies into tightly crafted tracks that teem with slick production and toothsome bite. “Break These Chains” shimmers with chilling synths à la I Worship Chaos, and the key-bleating from “Blind Prophet” would sound at home on The Burning Cold or Origin. Besides luxuriating in honey-sweet melodeath, Sigyn dabbles with Nightwish-informed orchestrations that call to mind Imaginaerum (“The Crawlers”) and Endless Forms Most Beautiful (“World in Flames”). Although the influences ring clearly, Sigyn mixes them together in a way that sounds inspired and honed to lodge in your memory bank for days on end. In a month that had fewer quality releases than the bounty that graced us earlier in the year, From Nation to Chaos embodies a Sigyn of better things to come.
Galneryus // A Cry from the Sky Above [July 15th, 2026 – Warner Music Japan]
The quality of Galneryus records may fluctuate from release to release, but the Japanese export has one of the most consistently high floors in all of metal. Galneryus returned in July with their sixteenth album, and even if it doesn’t assail listeners with any new tricks, A Cry from the Sky Above delivers a bevy of raucous moments that inspire air guitar heroics and singalong anthems. Harnessing the hard-rocking sensibilities of X Japan and straining them through the technical ecstasy of Symphony X, Galneryus once again captivates with their grasp of how fun power metal can be. “The Light of Hope” starts off with an 80s synth intro ripped straight out of Europe3 before giving way to Syu’s six-string capers and Masatoshi Ono’s velvety tenor. “Beyond the Sunrise” unleashes Rhapsody-reminiscent neoclassical licks, “Break the Silence!” allows Yuhki to discharge unhinged key theatrics, and “To the Last Breath” roars with Angrafied thunder. Sure, maybe A Cry from the Sky Above sports some warts considering the final two tracks’ excessive runtimes or a diminished adventurousness compared to earlier albums, but Galneryus also forges another satisfying platter that should please longtime fans and give newcomers a taste of the band’s enduring longevity and potency.
The Scepter // Shadows in the Tower [July 24th, 2026 – No Remorse Records]
Clocking in at a shade under half an hour,4 Canadian collective The Scepter discharged their full-length debut back in July. Around the time of Shadows in the Tower’s release, The Scepter caught a nice bit of press for playing a heavy metal show at a hospital for a patient unable to see any. And while they deserve credit for headlining such a great cause, this is no sympathy plug—The Scepter strikes hard and trve. “Riding Out” kicks off the album with self-assured swagger and BIG Maiden Energy (BME), where the main riff echoes “Aces High” to thrilling effect. Meanwhile, “Where Art Thou” doubles down on BME with calls to “Losfer Words (Big ‘Orra)” and “The Duelists.” Despite the obvious Powerslave influence, though, Shadows in the Tower does plenty to separate itself from simply being a clone. The Scepter also reminds me of Fili Bibiano’s Fortress and fellow hosers Ültra Raptör, balancing glossy guitar work with chest-thumping choruses. The production sports retro grit without feeling dated, the snappy solos flash with blitzkrieg brevity, and the ending dyad of “Taarakian Blood” and “Shadows in the Tower” blaze with anthemic glory and are worth the price of admission alone. Now go, step into the Shadows in the Tower and activate your pleasure reScepters.
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“Scars of Victory: A Memoir” by Julie Wainwright
CW: abuse, rape
Everyone has a story to tell, and I suppose many of them are pretty much the same. We deal with good and bad, with pain and pleasure, with the good and the not-so-good. Such is life. It’s not easy and not for the faint of heart. It’s about forging on, surviving, and then some. What I mean is that there is more to life than survival. Animals can survive, but humans can thrive and excel beyond trauma.
Yes, I’ve had a tough life, marked by physical and emotional violence, yet also by incredible resilience. God instructs the heart through pain and contradictions. I am one of the fortunate ones, having made it through with maturity, confidence, and a passion for life. Help was there when I needed it. Help was there when I asked for it. A good friend once told me that a healthy person will ask for help. I agree. And I am proud to stand among the healthy ones. I had a lot of childhood trauma, but somehow found the inner strength to endure.
I live in a small town in Georgia, where everyone knows everyone else and either knows, suspects, or gossips about their neighbors’ dark family secrets. I have far too many hearts to protect to focus on my own. For my story, I changed names, places, and occupations. Those do not matter. What matters are the emotions that consumed me, nearly destroyed me, and eventually led to my salvation.
My dad owned his own business, a small farm supply store. To support our family of six, he worked late into the evenings and was not home very much. When he was not home, horrible things happened. I guess bad things happen like that when there is no family authority, and children are vulnerable to violent predators and sadistic tormentors.
Many people choose to numb their pain with drugs and alcohol or through addictive behaviors like sex, eating, shopping, or having numerous relationships. I didn’t do that, but I found ways to numb myself. In my most private self, I shut down when I’m hurt or overwhelmed. I’ve always done this since I was a young child.
I’ve always been independent and strong. I had to be. I started working at 15 and bought my first car, a 1984 Mustang GT, at 16. I left home at 17. That was the easy part. It felt so good to be independent and rely only on myself. I always had the confidence to pursue my goals and develop what I truly believe is my most incredible gift—the gift of connecting with people, listening and understanding, and expressing empathy.
I am a Registered Nurse. At work, Nurse Julie is very assertive and outspoken. It doesn’t matter whether the situation involves staff or a patient. I’m assertive if need be. I can stand in front of a crowd and teach a class with confidence. Empathy and compassion led me to nursing school. I wanted to help others and be there for them, perhaps because of the love that I lacked in my childhood.
Peace and love are all I want. I was taught that I was responsible for creating a beautiful life, and I let go of all drama many, many years ago. I spent years quietly stepping away from spaces and relationships that drained my energy, attending support and grief counseling groups, and reading self-help books. All of this helped transform me into a strong, independent, and exciting human being who is grounded, connected, and loved. I love life. I love people. I love myself.
My twin sister, Christina, was also a Registered Nurse and was loved by many. She and my dad were both diagnosed with terminal cancers. My twin and I were inseparable, and I threw myself into caring for her and Dad. They both ended up in the same hospice facility, just months apart. I was with them both when they took their last breath. I was alone with Dad when he passed away in my arms. To the end, I was definitely a daddy’s girl, looking at the world through his kind eyes.
Christina fought for ten years against an aggressive cancer called Synovial Cell Carcinoma and underwent a left above-the-knee amputation, almost to the hip. She endured several brain tumors, four craniotomies, and endless years of chemotherapy and radiation. I thought I was prepared when she had to leave us, but I wasn’t. When she passed away, it felt like half my soul was sucked out of me. I grieved heavily for years. I lost my best friend.
My mother was an out-of-control alcoholic who mentally and physically traumatized me. She was cold and emotionally distant. Our home didn’t feel safe. I learned to make myself as small and quiet as possible, so I wouldn’t trigger her or bring even more chaos into the home. She did everything she could to destroy my self-esteem and self-image. Her failure to protect me forced me to endure in a house of horror. She beat me daily with a belt. She told me daily that she wished I had never been born. Dad told me that Mom was very jealous of my twin and me since we were born, and being the daddy’s girl of the home, I was her target. She looked at me through hateful eyes.
At 12 years old, my brother raped me three separate times. My Mom stood and watched the third time, doing nothing. I threatened to tell Dad, and she said she would kill me. I believed her because of the physical abuse she inflicted on me over the years. At 12, I weighed only 56 pounds, and I was emotionally destroyed.
It wasn’t until Christina and I were 25 that I told her what had happened, and she said it happened to her as well. My brother is now 57, with end-stage cirrhosis. I don’t talk to him.
I never told my dad what my brother did to me, and neither did Christina, for fear of what he would do. My dad was in the Army. There were guns in the home, and he would have killed my brother.
My Dad has been gone for ten years, and I promised him I would take care of my mother. Since Dad’s passing, she had five major surgeries and, at 84, is frail and temperamental. I had several opportunities to place her in a rehabilitation facility, but after each surgery, I broke my promise to Dad and brought her home from the hospital.
Even though she was verbally abusive, I gave her care from a clinical perspective, which protected our boundaries. I separated my role as her child from my duties as her caregiver. I treated her as my patient, rather than as my mother, and provided medical support without being overwhelmed by personal grief.
But today, as I write these words, I’m alive and in love with myself and the world. It sounds strange, but to reach where I am now, I had to crawl over shards of glass, bleeding from pain and degradation, to make it to the other side. I was taught that I was no more than an animal, a feral one in a world without love. I’m older, wiser, and stronger now, but only after enduring a childhood hell in which I was brainwashed into believing I was a mistake.
I wanted to tell my story in a plain, honest voice and trust the truth to be enough. I suppose my story has come full circle: although I was not loved or protected, I was able to provide love and protection in the end. I did not run away from my pain. I embraced it as I created a world of love and safety and a life filled with contemplation and creativity. I love my life, the good and the not-so-good. Life is not perfect, but our attitude can help us navigate the harsh storms.
People need people. I have family, friends, and a special friend who believes in me and has changed my life for the better.
What is different about me now? My perspective, for one, has changed. I am aware of my past and my present. Both are real, and each carries its own distinctive dollop of pain and misery. Life is like that. Everyone gets burned, and we all feel the pain. I can’t change the past. I didn’t make it happen, and I didn’t want it to happen. But I made it through, and I am safe now. I’m a mature middle-aged woman, and my mother cannot hurt me.
I want to share my message. You can make it, too. That’s the message that I want to share. Nothing more. Nothing less. If it’s not the truth, I do not speak it, and the truth will set you free.
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