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This enduring classic of educational thought offers teachers and parents deep, original insight into the nature of early learning. John Holt was the first to make clear that, for small children, "learning is as natural as breathing." In this delightful yet profound book, he looks at how we learn to talk, to read, to count, and to reason, and how we can nurture and encourage these natural abilities in our children.

In 2019, there were more than two million children being homeschooled. That number doubled during the pandemic and is now likely to continue increasing as more parents worry that school might not be the best place for their children to learn and grow. Teach Your Own helped launch the homeschooling movement; now, its timeless and revolutionary message of recognizing the ways children come to understand the world has been updated for today’s environment.

De naam is Daniels, Jack Daniels - net als de whisky die je kent. Ik ben een privédetective. En ik kan het niet helpen mijn neus in andermans zaken te steken. Het is wat ik doe. Je went er aan. Het wordt bijna een manier van leven. Na een tijdje gaat het natuurlijk voor je, automatisch, zoals ademen of eten, hoewel niet zo plezierig. Het is een gewoonte die ik gewoon niet kan doorbreken. Ik kan het gewoon niet helpen.

Der Name ist Daniels, Jack Daniels - genau wie der Whisky, den Sie kennen. Ich bin Privatdetektiv. Und ich kann nicht anders, als meine Nase in die Angelegenheiten anderer Leute zu stecken. Es ist, was ich tue. Man gewöhnt sich daran. Es wird fast zu einer Lebensweise. Nach einer Weile wird es für Sie natürlich, automatisch, wie Atmen oder Essen, obwohl es nicht ganz so angenehm ist. Es ist eine Angewohnheit, die ich einfach nicht ablegen kann. Ich kann einfach nicht anders. Aber manchmal kann es Sie in Schwierigkeiten bringen....

"Whittaker distribuyó los tragos y bebió el suyo.–En fin, al parecer tiene dificultades− continuó. –Y una muy grave. −¿Dificultades? −repitió Kendall Whittaker lanzó un suspiro. – Sí, ya sabe−respondió. –Problemas. Kendall asintió. −¡Oh, problemas! Ya entiendo.−exclamó. −¿Y de qué clase de problemas estamos hablando? Whittaker tomó otro sorbo. –Bueno me temo que es un caso de homicidio. −¿Homicidio? −repitió Mollie. Whittaker no hizo más que asentir con la cabeza. Otro homicidio, pensó Kendall. Justo lo que necesito. –Sólo deténgase allí por un momento y vuelva a empezar, ¿Puede? −le sugirió."

A Podcast by serial kiwi founder (Sounder) John Holt talking about the highs and lows of building startups with fellow founders or other interesting humans with purpose and passion for their chosen pursuits.

Tom Kendall había estado en la comisaría 32 del Departamento de Policía de Nueva York durante poco menos de diez años. Pero ahora quería un cambio. Ahora quería montar su propia Agencia de Detectives Privados. Tenía grandes ideas. No estaba interesado en cualquier caso antiguo. Oh no, él solo manejaría los grandes casos, los costosos. Él sería capaz de elegir, el los que él quería, donde había mucho en juego y también lo eran las recompensas. Sabía exactamente el tipo de caso que quería. Cualquier otra cosa no funcionaría, y simplemente sería rechazada de plano.

Jack Daniels, c'est mon nom. Vous savez, comme le whisky. Je suis détective privé. Et je ne peux m'empêcher de fourrer mon nez dans les affaires des autres. C'est mon métier. On s'y habitue. Ça fait partie de ma vie. Après quelques temps, ça devient tellement naturel, un reflex, comme respirer ou manger, cependant pas aussi agréable. Une habitude dont je ne peux pas me passer. Je n’y peux rien. Mais parfois, ça me fourre dans le pétrin.

El nombre es Daniels, Jack Daniels, como el whisky que conoces. Soy Detective Privado. Y no puedo evitar meter la nariz en los asuntos de otras personas. Es lo que hago. Te acostumbras. Se convierte casi en una forma de vida. Después de un tiempo te resulta natural, automático, como respirar o comer, aunque no tan placentero. Es un hábito que simplemente no puedo romper. Simplemente no puedo evitarlo. Pero a veces puede llevarte a problemas...

Has notado que las cosas no son siempre como parecen? La vida siempre te lanza una pelota en curva cuando menos lo esperas. Sólo vemos lo que esperamos ver, y a veces podemos tener una gran sorpresa. Yo sí tuve una gran sorpresa, te lo aseguro y con creces. Una sorpresa que condujo a chantaje y muerte. Allí es cuando tuve....problemas en mente.

“It was meant to be play acting,” said Whittaker. “But when someone is shot dead, on the stage in front of an audience, then it becomes an act of murder.”

That old door had been standing there for many years. Just a solid timber door and a frame. Just a door...an ordinary door....

When two valuable oil paintings are missing, Kendall is asked to investigate on behalf of the insurance company. Reluctantly, he accepts the job. Then, a body is discovered, and then another. “So what do you think?” asked Mollie. “What do I think?” Kendall repeated. “Well with two people dead, I think someone has been practicing the art of murder.”

The further adventures of two former work colleagues who chose to continue their lunchtime discussions on movies, games, and TV in podcast form. We discuss our nerd obsessions, and what we have been watching, playing, reading, or listening to! Join us for rants, raves, and banter every time we get a spare hour or two.

Tom Kendall had been with the 32nd Precinct, New York Police Department, for just under 10 years. But now he wanted a change. Now he wanted to start his own private detective agency. He had grand ideas. He wasn’t interested in just any old case. Oh no, he would handle only the big-time cases, the expensive ones. He would be able to take his pick, the ones that he wanted, where the stakes were high and so were the rewards. He knew exactly the kind of case that he wanted. Anything else would not do, and it would just be turned down flat.

‘To make a killing in the City’ is a phrase often used within the financial world, to indicate making a large profit on investments, or through dealings on the stock market--the bigger the profit, the bigger the killing. However, Tom Kendall, a private detective, on vacation in London, has a different kind of killing in mind when he hears about the death of one of his fellow passengers who traveled with him on the plane from Miami. It was suicide apparently, a simple overdose of prescribed tablets. Kendall immediately offers his help to Scotland Yard. He is shocked when he is told his services will not be required. They can manage perfectly well without him, thank you.

Whittaker passed the drinks over. “Anyway, it seems that he’s got himself into a bit of bother,” he continued. “A very serious bit of bother.” “Bother?” repeated Kendall. Whittaker heaved a sigh. “Yes you know,” he replied. “Trouble.” Kendall nodded. “Oh trouble, I get you,” he said. “So what sort of bother are we talking about?” Whittaker took another drink. “Well it’s a case of murder I’m afraid.”

Fritz Marschall knew that neither he, nor his friend, should really have been there. They, like many others before them, had been attracted to the lake by the many rumors that had been circulating. He thought of the endless stories there had been, of treasures sunken in or buried around the lake. He recalled the stories of the lake being used to develop torpedoes and rockets during the war. Looking out across the dark water, he wondered what secrets were hidden beneath the surface.

“Mr. Kendall, in the past few months there have been a number of doctors who have mysteriously disappeared, or whose deaths were either alleged to be accidents, or were suicides, or they were actually murdered.” Kendall made a mental note to find out about these "other doctors". “A number of doctors you said. How many are we talking about?” Mrs. Eaton thought for a few moments. “To my knowledge there have been at least eight cases in the past six months. There may be a whole lot more that I know nothing about.”

Across the bottom of the screen the ticker tape announced in large black letters 'Governor Reynolds Murdered'. Apparently his body had been discovered earlier that morning, lying in his garage. He had been shot twice. One shot to the upper chest, the other hitting his shoulder. 'Police believe that the weapon used was a 38 revolver,' the reporter said. Kendall froze. Anthony Shaw had also been killed by a 38 calibre bullet. Kendall was not quite sure of what it all meant. What connection was there between Anthony Shaw, and the State Governor, and the business mogul, Ian Duncan. And what about Senator Mackenzie? Where did he fit in? And who or what was Latimer?