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I had to hsve still believed in magic to some degree, because in all of the applicable ways it made sense, I applied it— much with reverence and spirituality such is religion, all of my ritual occultation was indeed still based in the science of source, as to say that God itself was all the major diety I needed to call upon, in prayer and in this thought process. I was more in alignment with this definition of divinity than with any given science or religion, or rather an antithesis of either, because as it seemed the walls would draw in on one or another, I found myself and my God at the center of all things, both dark and light— encompassing both the greatness of what was as known, and also not— the words and words seeming to pour from me like another space in time was held inside myself and beyond what even I could have understood. I couldn't force my artwork, and even knowing that I was slipping between the cracks as far as deadlines were concerned I was wreaking havoc in another realm of artistic torture— knowing what I already had, but could not possibly forage or put out— my unplublished works a daunting reminder of what was about me, but was not known. Then again, as an artist, I wondered had I any purpose at all in being known, or was it just some kind of harsh injustice to my own talent that I would hide in the shadows while I presumed some other alias or moniker would take the spotlight, and especially so for some of my more controversial tones and pieces. Overall, I was devastated that these two years just as any other period in my life seemed just to be a fight against whatever the opposite of God was and my own absence from this light I with desperation called upon over and over— with the knowing well that in time and never my own that it did work, and that this magic and occult was a real substance, but never in the way that I might think or understand, and most certainly not under the guise of any rules of expectation. I was a flying saucer in the vast expanse of outer known time, and my own body was something like a waking memory of sliver for all that was and all I had done and could do in conciousness. In that aspect, I was not awake, and only dreaming in a way that was personified by my self in the physical realm where I seemed to be having some kind of shattered montage of a life awakened from a death sleep and into the afterlife of an only somewhat waking world— the twisted bodies surrounding none less than the half capacity I'd ever had to congulate an imaged world in my own fortune, and I was sure otherwise I was half braindead or some partial version of a somewhat paralyzed and seemingly unconscious drone of one world or another, my inner essence escaping for freedom and in the silent darkness screaming up to the gathered surface to please pull the plug— to let me pass on, and to go into the world of fortune; under the circumstances it appeared as if the darkness was always grasping at its chance to imprison even this of what was left, along the lines of gratitude I felt shattered but also honored; whatever I was had also kept itself tied to these words and these colorful arts as a hidden sign that there was a truth in this previous life that had went unsaid. And so magic it was as it pertained to God because I believed in both or as one as another or one in the same. I am, dog on a leash I am heart full of love I am all out of time I am all out of home I couldn't make any sense of what seemed to be some kind of telepathic connection with the host of the tonight show, which I kept at a safe enough and respectable distance, but perhaps maybe it was telemetry. Perhaps somehow my strange frequency was intercepting with a broadcast signal, or a radio tower, or perhaps it was the show itself— as I called it, the ghost of Johnny Carson. Overall I hadn't meant for it to happen, but it did seem to always kind of rather by accident happen— my strange dreams of all the people coming together for the 50th anniversary of Saturday night live, and though for some or whatever reason thinking it would stop, but it hadn't, and in fact rumbling thoughts of mark wahlberg and some of the other recent guests could not have been a coincidence, nor could have been what seemed at the time Robert Dinero or any of the others who had been blooming in my mind in the weeks leading up to the event and I couldn't have considered it any more after being unable to focus on anything besides what seemed to have been a protruding vein from the poor man's forehead, which for myself had made me promise not to look at all too closely— Then, here it was nearly a year later and I couldn't do anything but momentarily curse aloud and pause in the thought of not letting myself go north of where I was in my media calling; even in the modern world of horrid things one human being does to another, under no circumstances whatsoever could I continue l to belittle and downplay my own self respect, especially in the grips of something that felt like a more rising sense of urgency than ever— I hadn't had sex in year with anyone, and there were very few things I actually wanted. I was increasingly picky to my own demise, and increasingly delusional, and vulnarable in such a sense that anything I knew I wanted, I also knew to respect myself enough to stay far away from. Not so much the double edged sword was this than simply knowing better— the other hosts and almost all the world were safe— this was not. I kept it out of the news And out of my head For awhile now; I kept it out of the noose As far as my head is concerned But after awhile, when I started to smile It was thinking of you; Now more than ever I've got more than nothing to lose. I'm a straight jacket away from an Oscar And eight days from my triumph I called also the Ace of the Spades, The Club and the Diamond I'm tipping my hat to your making But playing for tips And paying for service I've got more than four words But the forward was barely a dollar. I'm rarely a savage, But also, your honor I give not a gasp but a grasping at petals And strings of a flower The rock to a kite And a wind in the forager, So much beyond what I know is unmasked In my country not home But a foreigner CHAOS It took me two times to find you out.. It's not my fault, I'm not the one. CHAOS And still, you saw what God I was. The god of Chaos, not my love. You are not my king! “Not my king” he says I— And yet am king; A king of kind; The king of thieves! And you, my grace? Caring verily fir your thanks And what if my remarks? The careless woman! And of swords. Adeiu. But still untied I gallop! (Turning) And yet I stay. To careless words. A triumph. Not to mark my time to dust As there to wait in forests wonder, Catching, maybe, as you were But still my tied to bark an order To what! Your making. My kind! And gathered. The wake to drift the call to forward, And coming in the mark I gathered Your ties be mind, And yet the waiting shadows foraged (And also in the art I bathe) Several other ballads pondered To mine ties, your art my word Your thought my song, And wind my fortune And so you are, then my kite! I am both what kite and wind you may; But what of stone and rock? [suddenly, in modern tongue] I'm glad you asked. CUT TO: CONAN O BRIEN wakes up suddenly in his pleated blue pajamas from what seems like a very deep sleep. CONAN Surfing? I think I will go surfing. He gets out of bed and stares out of the window at the sunrise; it is a picturesque Californian day. {Enter the multiverse} I guess any time I try to terminate my state of being, I am annihilated You're really right; this is a death curse You're really right, this is a death curse Any time I try to find my way out, I am exiled You're right, this is a time bomb You're right, I've got my eyes closed Are there any intimate conclusions? Are there any derelictions, or delusions? And redactions or delirium, any infinity? Any fear at all? I hear you now I all bleed blue I'm born to suffer Stuff the earplugs in a little deeper little longer, Then we all get caught in martyrdom Or someone else's story Ooh, you started it Not now, God! He was born and gone in such an instant That I bark to love him First as dog and then as servant Other Master is absolved and yet absorbent I get caught in my own foul ball I have missed for trains Just decided to cast you all out The demons wandered Just like they wanted The snake still slithered, The owl still called I was also cosmic once Just I just forgot I was never pardoned Oh who are I I smell howling. Hogties withered out ones, Wondered weathered swallows When I see Whether or not You tip your hat to my making— The ball rolls, The owl cries, The harp sings, The hare runs, The mark, my cause. I am your forager. Then, gripping in the wakes The calls that bantered Not here or owl, I Not dog or rabbit, No wake and no fortune You are to run Or lest be tortured You are our call No, for what They says have ceased and the harp has stung sound, Not one but two sour notes aching, And there I bartered with all but nothing that I had To love, the power Then angst in me mine soul and my ties, My ways were na'er seek but shattered also I lake in lessons and drift in oceans and drown in all our skies, azure and lavender, Creeping in the cape that is both overshadowed our, I Gripping in the ways seeks foreign to none and also listened in your foyer Waking not as ghosts but yet as haunted Here tith thee my tide and I bade farewell And fate he they to keep our half tide I am hiding in your wakes and in my foreign I am forgotten and also withered, gathered! I am decrcrepit and unloved kept secret I am as shamed and as unwell as all our sick and tired Poor and outside I am as outside as the grass and trees have slaughtered I am as ancient as before the oceans tide did bring, my kind did watch your light come for us out of darkness And into my shores of only oceans you not know, My thoughts be born into your shadows And my own making is your honor Whatever that means This Is creepy. You're right! Fly bird! Fly! Uh. Did you bring a bird with you into the office. Kind of Kind of? Yes or no? I think of him fondly I killed myself on his birthday he didn't even want me But luckily it's also Obama's Birthday, that is I was not hot enough To this day I want another body Aftermarket Parts With happy accidents {enter the multiverse} Kind of! What does that even mean! Bird, go away! It means “kind of!” He follows me everywhere. What! Thais ridiculous. It is. Ridiculous! See, I've got to figure this out, because it seems like, indirectly, sometimes the weird and random things going on in my head, are at least very partially Actually [nevermind] This makes whatever I'm supposed to do increasingly difficult, on the basis that [Ahem] SNL alumni that [uncontrollable fit of hysterical coughing] ago. I can't understand what I might have done to deserve this kind of torture— My own accidental muses have all been [birds, at some point or another], Untouchable, entirely separate other monsters, and I've often thought that perhaps this is my kind of purgatory; Because I fell so insensibly and head over heels in love before and was still rampantly tortured and undermined, I was unwilling to see myself in any sort of attainable situation, And so everything had become some sort of fantastical delusion— Or perhaps even a hope that I could at the very least Become something greater; in that understanding the factors that were determining the outcomes of these other peoples lives I for whatever reason seemed to be magnetized to, I could emulate myself into a situation where none of it any longer mattered. Still, it was some sort of strange fascination that anytime someone seemingly out of place appeared somewhere in my dreams or in my rampant and running thoughts, they just so happened to be hovering somewhere near this [concept], and while it seemed some sort of intriguing, it was also deeply troubling, and dangerous, and wore on my consciousness in ways I could not consider well at all, or forward thinking Discussing this sort of feelings would simply mean a diagnosis of some sort of delusions, but without the risk of doing that far, I could simply only attribute it to some sort of spiritual purpose, which at the very least in the safest way, was most probably one sided. I was just a troubled girl in a lot of pain, and somehow my brain was wrapping itself around a way to manage this constant sort of torture. Oh this is so much funnier with the [redactions] Agreed. It was different, maybe, not because it sounded different. It sounded the same, exactly. But the difference was, I was listening as a producer, and not as some girl that was in love with him. Or— thought she was. Now I didn't think anything much besides how well it would mash with any of my other favorite songs, by my other favorite artists— or how it was mixed just right and how some sounds hit in the head, and some in the top and how I knew how to do that, but I was kind of lazy. I thought about the glue that held everything together, which is what pissed me off about his music— sounds that didn't come apart and made entirely new sounds together from whatever they once were, because they were so meticulously plastered that way. This kind of engineering gave way to perfectly round spheres elsewhere, or perhaps even the kind of colors in other music but wasn't so much any one thing or another here. Perhaps the point was, that at the time, it was sort of abstract in a way that set a new norm. Now everyone sounded like him— besides him: who could say who he really was presently anyway, besides him, if even that— or the people around him; a constantly changing array of whatever's…things and persons I'd stopped being mad about ages ago. At least, sort of. I was still kind of mad, but more that I still just paled in comparison, and almost that I'd lost total interest, besides learning this: what I could apply to it now, knowing what I knew, but still might never possibly achieve, not at this point anymore because I couldn't..:but perhaps because I didn't want to. And it really was great— eight or ten or twelve Grammies great, but I was just kind of— not that. Not the way I used to be. Still, I gave myself the benefit of the doubt. [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] -Ū. Death of A Superstar DJ Copyright athe Complex Collective © 2025 All Rights Reserved.

This episode takes a deep and thoughtful journey through the history of Collingwood Collegiate Institute, from its beginnings in the mid-1800s to the vibrant school community we know today. Whether you walked the halls yourself or simply love learning about Collingwood's past, this episode reminds us how a school can anchor a community.Following the story we invite our listeners to consider supporting the work of the museum in making Collingwood's history accessible to everyone. Donations help us protect artifacts, develop meaningful exhibits and provide hands-on educational programs. Episode Picture:Collingwood Collegiate Institute, 1874-1923 [CollingwoodMuseum Collection, X976.622.1]Research:Collingwood Collegiate – A History – 1857-1993Collingwood Enterprise January 7, 1926.Enterprise Bulletin. April 1, 1954.https://www.collingwoodtoday.ca/local-news/after-2-high-schools-confirmed-in-wasaga-trustee-pushing-for-cci-replacement-10793471Links:“The Museum that Wasn't” Season 1 Episode 23.https://spotifycreators-web.app.link/e/V6tI9yvGAYb“Coming Home ... Again” Season 1 Episode 16.https://spotifycreators-web.app.link/e/X2a02CvGAYb

I had to hsve still believed in magic to some degree, because in all of the applicable ways it made sense, I applied it— much with reverence and spirituality such is religion, all of my ritual occultation was indeed still based in the science of source, as to say that God itself was all the major diety I needed to call upon, in prayer and in this thought process. I was more in alignment with this definition of divinity than with any given science or religion, or rather an antithesis of either, because as it seemed the walls would draw in on one or another, I found myself and my God at the center of all things, both dark and light— encompassing both the greatness of what was as known, and also not— the words and words seeming to pour from me like another space in time was held inside myself and beyond what even I could have understood. I couldn't force my artwork, and even knowing that I was slipping between the cracks as far as deadlines were concerned I was wreaking havoc in another realm of artistic torture— knowing what I already had, but could not possibly forage or put out— my unplublished works a daunting reminder of what was about me, but was not known. Then again, as an artist, I wondered had I any purpose at all in being known, or was it just some kind of harsh injustice to my own talent that I would hide in the shadows while I presumed some other alias or moniker would take the spotlight, and especially so for some of my more controversial tones and pieces. Overall, I was devastated that these two years just as any other period in my life seemed just to be a fight against whatever the opposite of God was and my own absence from this light I with desperation called upon over and over— with the knowing well that in time and never my own that it did work, and that this magic and occult was a real substance, but never in the way that I might think or understand, and most certainly not under the guise of any rules of expectation. I was a flying saucer in the vast expanse of outer known time, and my own body was something like a waking memory of sliver for all that was and all I had done and could do in conciousness. In that aspect, I was not awake, and only dreaming in a way that was personified by my self in the physical realm where I seemed to be having some kind of shattered montage of a life awakened from a death sleep and into the afterlife of an only somewhat waking world— the twisted bodies surrounding none less than the half capacity I'd ever had to congulate an imaged world in my own fortune, and I was sure otherwise I was half braindead or some partial version of a somewhat paralyzed and seemingly unconscious drone of one world or another, my inner essence escaping for freedom and in the silent darkness screaming up to the gathered surface to please pull the plug— to let me pass on, and to go into the world of fortune; under the circumstances it appeared as if the darkness was always grasping at its chance to imprison even this of what was left, along the lines of gratitude I felt shattered but also honored; whatever I was had also kept itself tied to these words and these colorful arts as a hidden sign that there was a truth in this previous life that had went unsaid. And so magic it was as it pertained to God because I believed in both or as one as another or one in the same. I am, dog on a leash I am heart full of love I am all out of time I am all out of home I couldn't make any sense of what seemed to be some kind of telepathic connection with the host of the tonight show, which I kept at a safe enough and respectable distance, but perhaps maybe it was telemetry. Perhaps somehow my strange frequency was intercepting with a broadcast signal, or a radio tower, or perhaps it was the show itself— as I called it, the ghost of Johnny Carson. Overall I hadn't meant for it to happen, but it did seem to always kind of rather by accident happen— my strange dreams of all the people coming together for the 50th anniversary of Saturday night live, and though for some or whatever reason thinking it would stop, but it hadn't, and in fact rumbling thoughts of mark wahlberg and some of the other recent guests could not have been a coincidence, nor could have been what seemed at the time Robert Dinero or any of the others who had been blooming in my mind in the weeks leading up to the event and I couldn't have considered it any more after being unable to focus on anything besides what seemed to have been a protruding vein from the poor man's forehead, which for myself had made me promise not to look at all too closely— Then, here it was nearly a year later and I couldn't do anything but momentarily curse aloud and pause in the thought of not letting myself go north of where I was in my media calling; even in the modern world of horrid things one human being does to another, under no circumstances whatsoever could I continue l to belittle and downplay my own self respect, especially in the grips of something that felt like a more rising sense of urgency than ever— I hadn't had sex in year with anyone, and there were very few things I actually wanted. I was increasingly picky to my own demise, and increasingly delusional, and vulnarable in such a sense that anything I knew I wanted, I also knew to respect myself enough to stay far away from. Not so much the double edged sword was this than simply knowing better— the other hosts and almost all the world were safe— this was not. I kept it out of the news And out of my head For awhile now; I kept it out of the noose As far as my head is concerned But after awhile, when I started to smile It was thinking of you; Now more than ever I've got more than nothing to lose. I'm a straight jacket away from an Oscar And eight days from my triumph I called also the Ace of the Spades, The Club and the Diamond I'm tipping my hat to your making But playing for tips And paying for service I've got more than four words But the forward was barely a dollar. I'm rarely a savage, But also, your honor I give not a gasp but a grasping at petals And strings of a flower The rock to a kite And a wind in the forager, So much beyond what I know is unmasked In my country not home But a foreigner CHAOS It took me two times to find you out.. It's not my fault, I'm not the one. CHAOS And still, you saw what God I was. The god of Chaos, not my love. You are not my king! “Not my king” he says I— And yet am king; A king of kind; The king of thieves! And you, my grace? Caring verily fir your thanks And what if my remarks? The careless woman! And of swords. Adeiu. But still untied I gallop! (Turning) And yet I stay. To careless words. A triumph. Not to mark my time to dust As there to wait in forests wonder, Catching, maybe, as you were But still my tied to bark an order To what! Your making. My kind! And gathered. The wake to drift the call to forward, And coming in the mark I gathered Your ties be mind, And yet the waiting shadows foraged (And also in the art I bathe) Several other ballads pondered To mine ties, your art my word Your thought my song, And wind my fortune And so you are, then my kite! I am both what kite and wind you may; But what of stone and rock? [suddenly, in modern tongue] I'm glad you asked. CUT TO: CONAN O BRIEN wakes up suddenly in his pleated blue pajamas from what seems like a very deep sleep. CONAN Surfing? I think I will go surfing. He gets out of bed and stares out of the window at the sunrise; it is a picturesque Californian day. {Enter the multiverse} I guess any time I try to terminate my state of being, I am annihilated You're really right; this is a death curse You're really right, this is a death curse Any time I try to find my way out, I am exiled You're right, this is a time bomb You're right, I've got my eyes closed Are there any intimate conclusions? Are there any derelictions, or delusions? And redactions or delirium, any infinity? Any fear at all? I hear you now I all bleed blue I'm born to suffer Stuff the earplugs in a little deeper little longer, Then we all get caught in martyrdom Or someone else's story Ooh, you started it Not now, God! He was born and gone in such an instant That I bark to love him First as dog and then as servant Other Master is absolved and yet absorbent I get caught in my own foul ball I have missed for trains Just decided to cast you all out The demons wandered Just like they wanted The snake still slithered, The owl still called I was also cosmic once Just I just forgot I was never pardoned Oh who are I I smell howling. Hogties withered out ones, Wondered weathered swallows When I see Whether or not You tip your hat to my making— The ball rolls, The owl cries, The harp sings, The hare runs, The mark, my cause. I am your forager. Then, gripping in the wakes The calls that bantered Not here or owl, I Not dog or rabbit, No wake and no fortune You are to run Or lest be tortured You are our call No, for what They says have ceased and the harp has stung sound, Not one but two sour notes aching, And there I bartered with all but nothing that I had To love, the power Then angst in me mine soul and my ties, My ways were na'er seek but shattered also I lake in lessons and drift in oceans and drown in all our skies, azure and lavender, Creeping in the cape that is both overshadowed our, I Gripping in the ways seeks foreign to none and also listened in your foyer Waking not as ghosts but yet as haunted Here tith thee my tide and I bade farewell And fate he they to keep our half tide I am hiding in your wakes and in my foreign I am forgotten and also withered, gathered! I am decrcrepit and unloved kept secret I am as shamed and as unwell as all our sick and tired Poor and outside I am as outside as the grass and trees have slaughtered I am as ancient as before the oceans tide did bring, my kind did watch your light come for us out of darkness And into my shores of only oceans you not know, My thoughts be born into your shadows And my own making is your honor Whatever that means This Is creepy. You're right! Fly bird! Fly! Uh. Did you bring a bird with you into the office. Kind of Kind of? Yes or no? I think of him fondly I killed myself on his birthday he didn't even want me But luckily it's also Obama's Birthday, that is I was not hot enough To this day I want another body Aftermarket Parts With happy accidents {enter the multiverse} Kind of! What does that even mean! Bird, go away! It means “kind of!” He follows me everywhere. What! Thais ridiculous. It is. Ridiculous! See, I've got to figure this out, because it seems like, indirectly, sometimes the weird and random things going on in my head, are at least very partially Actually [nevermind] This makes whatever I'm supposed to do increasingly difficult, on the basis that [Ahem] SNL alumni that [uncontrollable fit of hysterical coughing] ago. I can't understand what I might have done to deserve this kind of torture— My own accidental muses have all been [birds, at some point or another], Untouchable, entirely separate other monsters, and I've often thought that perhaps this is my kind of purgatory; Because I fell so insensibly and head over heels in love before and was still rampantly tortured and undermined, I was unwilling to see myself in any sort of attainable situation, And so everything had become some sort of fantastical delusion— Or perhaps even a hope that I could at the very least Become something greater; in that understanding the factors that were determining the outcomes of these other peoples lives I for whatever reason seemed to be magnetized to, I could emulate myself into a situation where none of it any longer mattered. Still, it was some sort of strange fascination that anytime someone seemingly out of place appeared somewhere in my dreams or in my rampant and running thoughts, they just so happened to be hovering somewhere near this [concept], and while it seemed some sort of intriguing, it was also deeply troubling, and dangerous, and wore on my consciousness in ways I could not consider well at all, or forward thinking Discussing this sort of feelings would simply mean a diagnosis of some sort of delusions, but without the risk of doing that far, I could simply only attribute it to some sort of spiritual purpose, which at the very least in the safest way, was most probably one sided. I was just a troubled girl in a lot of pain, and somehow my brain was wrapping itself around a way to manage this constant sort of torture. Oh this is so much funnier with the [redactions] Agreed. It was different, maybe, not because it sounded different. It sounded the same, exactly. But the difference was, I was listening as a producer, and not as some girl that was in love with him. Or— thought she was. Now I didn't think anything much besides how well it would mash with any of my other favorite songs, by my other favorite artists— or how it was mixed just right and how some sounds hit in the head, and some in the top and how I knew how to do that, but I was kind of lazy. I thought about the glue that held everything together, which is what pissed me off about his music— sounds that didn't come apart and made entirely new sounds together from whatever they once were, because they were so meticulously plastered that way. This kind of engineering gave way to perfectly round spheres elsewhere, or perhaps even the kind of colors in other music but wasn't so much any one thing or another here. Perhaps the point was, that at the time, it was sort of abstract in a way that set a new norm. Now everyone sounded like him— besides him: who could say who he really was presently anyway, besides him, if even that— or the people around him; a constantly changing array of whatever's…things and persons I'd stopped being mad about ages ago. At least, sort of. I was still kind of mad, but more that I still just paled in comparison, and almost that I'd lost total interest, besides learning this: what I could apply to it now, knowing what I knew, but still might never possibly achieve, not at this point anymore because I couldn't..:but perhaps because I didn't want to. And it really was great— eight or ten or twelve Grammies great, but I was just kind of— not that. Not the way I used to be. Still, I gave myself the benefit of the doubt. [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] -Ū. Death of A Superstar DJ Copyright athe Complex Collective © 2025 All Rights Reserved.

I had to hsve still believed in magic to some degree, because in all of the applicable ways it made sense, I applied it— much with reverence and spirituality such is religion, all of my ritual occultation was indeed still based in the science of source, as to say that God itself was all the major diety I needed to call upon, in prayer and in this thought process. I was more in alignment with this definition of divinity than with any given science or religion, or rather an antithesis of either, because as it seemed the walls would draw in on one or another, I found myself and my God at the center of all things, both dark and light— encompassing both the greatness of what was as known, and also not— the words and words seeming to pour from me like another space in time was held inside myself and beyond what even I could have understood. I couldn't force my artwork, and even knowing that I was slipping between the cracks as far as deadlines were concerned I was wreaking havoc in another realm of artistic torture— knowing what I already had, but could not possibly forage or put out— my unplublished works a daunting reminder of what was about me, but was not known. Then again, as an artist, I wondered had I any purpose at all in being known, or was it just some kind of harsh injustice to my own talent that I would hide in the shadows while I presumed some other alias or moniker would take the spotlight, and especially so for some of my more controversial tones and pieces. Overall, I was devastated that these two years just as any other period in my life seemed just to be a fight against whatever the opposite of God was and my own absence from this light I with desperation called upon over and over— with the knowing well that in time and never my own that it did work, and that this magic and occult was a real substance, but never in the way that I might think or understand, and most certainly not under the guise of any rules of expectation. I was a flying saucer in the vast expanse of outer known time, and my own body was something like a waking memory of sliver for all that was and all I had done and could do in conciousness. In that aspect, I was not awake, and only dreaming in a way that was personified by my self in the physical realm where I seemed to be having some kind of shattered montage of a life awakened from a death sleep and into the afterlife of an only somewhat waking world— the twisted bodies surrounding none less than the half capacity I'd ever had to congulate an imaged world in my own fortune, and I was sure otherwise I was half braindead or some partial version of a somewhat paralyzed and seemingly unconscious drone of one world or another, my inner essence escaping for freedom and in the silent darkness screaming up to the gathered surface to please pull the plug— to let me pass on, and to go into the world of fortune; under the circumstances it appeared as if the darkness was always grasping at its chance to imprison even this of what was left, along the lines of gratitude I felt shattered but also honored; whatever I was had also kept itself tied to these words and these colorful arts as a hidden sign that there was a truth in this previous life that had went unsaid. And so magic it was as it pertained to God because I believed in both or as one as another or one in the same. I am, dog on a leash I am heart full of love I am all out of time I am all out of home I couldn't make any sense of what seemed to be some kind of telepathic connection with the host of the tonight show, which I kept at a safe enough and respectable distance, but perhaps maybe it was telemetry. Perhaps somehow my strange frequency was intercepting with a broadcast signal, or a radio tower, or perhaps it was the show itself— as I called it, the ghost of Johnny Carson. Overall I hadn't meant for it to happen, but it did seem to always kind of rather by accident happen— my strange dreams of all the people coming together for the 50th anniversary of Saturday night live, and though for some or whatever reason thinking it would stop, but it hadn't, and in fact rumbling thoughts of mark wahlberg and some of the other recent guests could not have been a coincidence, nor could have been what seemed at the time Robert Dinero or any of the others who had been blooming in my mind in the weeks leading up to the event and I couldn't have considered it any more after being unable to focus on anything besides what seemed to have been a protruding vein from the poor man's forehead, which for myself had made me promise not to look at all too closely— Then, here it was nearly a year later and I couldn't do anything but momentarily curse aloud and pause in the thought of not letting myself go north of where I was in my media calling; even in the modern world of horrid things one human being does to another, under no circumstances whatsoever could I continue l to belittle and downplay my own self respect, especially in the grips of something that felt like a more rising sense of urgency than ever— I hadn't had sex in year with anyone, and there were very few things I actually wanted. I was increasingly picky to my own demise, and increasingly delusional, and vulnarable in such a sense that anything I knew I wanted, I also knew to respect myself enough to stay far away from. Not so much the double edged sword was this than simply knowing better— the other hosts and almost all the world were safe— this was not. I kept it out of the news And out of my head For awhile now; I kept it out of the noose As far as my head is concerned But after awhile, when I started to smile It was thinking of you; Now more than ever I've got more than nothing to lose. I'm a straight jacket away from an Oscar And eight days from my triumph I called also the Ace of the Spades, The Club and the Diamond I'm tipping my hat to your making But playing for tips And paying for service I've got more than four words But the forward was barely a dollar. I'm rarely a savage, But also, your honor I give not a gasp but a grasping at petals And strings of a flower The rock to a kite And a wind in the forager, So much beyond what I know is unmasked In my country not home But a foreigner CHAOS It took me two times to find you out.. It's not my fault, I'm not the one. CHAOS And still, you saw what God I was. The god of Chaos, not my love. You are not my king! “Not my king” he says I— And yet am king; A king of kind; The king of thieves! And you, my grace? Caring verily fir your thanks And what if my remarks? The careless woman! And of swords. Adeiu. But still untied I gallop! (Turning) And yet I stay. To careless words. A triumph. Not to mark my time to dust As there to wait in forests wonder, Catching, maybe, as you were But still my tied to bark an order To what! Your making. My kind! And gathered. The wake to drift the call to forward, And coming in the mark I gathered Your ties be mind, And yet the waiting shadows foraged (And also in the art I bathe) Several other ballads pondered To mine ties, your art my word Your thought my song, And wind my fortune And so you are, then my kite! I am both what kite and wind you may; But what of stone and rock? [suddenly, in modern tongue] I'm glad you asked. CUT TO: CONAN O BRIEN wakes up suddenly in his pleated blue pajamas from what seems like a very deep sleep. CONAN Surfing? I think I will go surfing. He gets out of bed and stares out of the window at the sunrise; it is a picturesque Californian day. {Enter the multiverse} I guess any time I try to terminate my state of being, I am annihilated You're really right; this is a death curse You're really right, this is a death curse Any time I try to find my way out, I am exiled You're right, this is a time bomb You're right, I've got my eyes closed Are there any intimate conclusions? Are there any derelictions, or delusions? And redactions or delirium, any infinity? Any fear at all? I hear you now I all bleed blue I'm born to suffer Stuff the earplugs in a little deeper little longer, Then we all get caught in martyrdom Or someone else's story Ooh, you started it Not now, God! He was born and gone in such an instant That I bark to love him First as dog and then as servant Other Master is absolved and yet absorbent I get caught in my own foul ball I have missed for trains Just decided to cast you all out The demons wandered Just like they wanted The snake still slithered, The owl still called I was also cosmic once Just I just forgot I was never pardoned Oh who are I I smell howling. Hogties withered out ones, Wondered weathered swallows When I see Whether or not You tip your hat to my making— The ball rolls, The owl cries, The harp sings, The hare runs, The mark, my cause. I am your forager. Then, gripping in the wakes The calls that bantered Not here or owl, I Not dog or rabbit, No wake and no fortune You are to run Or lest be tortured You are our call No, for what They says have ceased and the harp has stung sound, Not one but two sour notes aching, And there I bartered with all but nothing that I had To love, the power Then angst in me mine soul and my ties, My ways were na'er seek but shattered also I lake in lessons and drift in oceans and drown in all our skies, azure and lavender, Creeping in the cape that is both overshadowed our, I Gripping in the ways seeks foreign to none and also listened in your foyer Waking not as ghosts but yet as haunted Here tith thee my tide and I bade farewell And fate he they to keep our half tide I am hiding in your wakes and in my foreign I am forgotten and also withered, gathered! I am decrcrepit and unloved kept secret I am as shamed and as unwell as all our sick and tired Poor and outside I am as outside as the grass and trees have slaughtered I am as ancient as before the oceans tide did bring, my kind did watch your light come for us out of darkness And into my shores of only oceans you not know, My thoughts be born into your shadows And my own making is your honor Whatever that means This Is creepy. You're right! Fly bird! Fly! Uh. Did you bring a bird with you into the office. Kind of Kind of? Yes or no? I think of him fondly I killed myself on his birthday he didn't even want me But luckily it's also Obama's Birthday, that is I was not hot enough To this day I want another body Aftermarket Parts With happy accidents {enter the multiverse} Kind of! What does that even mean! Bird, go away! It means “kind of!” He follows me everywhere. What! Thais ridiculous. It is. Ridiculous! See, I've got to figure this out, because it seems like, indirectly, sometimes the weird and random things going on in my head, are at least very partially Actually [nevermind] This makes whatever I'm supposed to do increasingly difficult, on the basis that [Ahem] SNL alumni that [uncontrollable fit of hysterical coughing] ago. I can't understand what I might have done to deserve this kind of torture— My own accidental muses have all been [birds, at some point or another], Untouchable, entirely separate other monsters, and I've often thought that perhaps this is my kind of purgatory; Because I fell so insensibly and head over heels in love before and was still rampantly tortured and undermined, I was unwilling to see myself in any sort of attainable situation, And so everything had become some sort of fantastical delusion— Or perhaps even a hope that I could at the very least Become something greater; in that understanding the factors that were determining the outcomes of these other peoples lives I for whatever reason seemed to be magnetized to, I could emulate myself into a situation where none of it any longer mattered. Still, it was some sort of strange fascination that anytime someone seemingly out of place appeared somewhere in my dreams or in my rampant and running thoughts, they just so happened to be hovering somewhere near this [concept], and while it seemed some sort of intriguing, it was also deeply troubling, and dangerous, and wore on my consciousness in ways I could not consider well at all, or forward thinking Discussing this sort of feelings would simply mean a diagnosis of some sort of delusions, but without the risk of doing that far, I could simply only attribute it to some sort of spiritual purpose, which at the very least in the safest way, was most probably one sided. I was just a troubled girl in a lot of pain, and somehow my brain was wrapping itself around a way to manage this constant sort of torture. Oh this is so much funnier with the [redactions] Agreed. It was different, maybe, not because it sounded different. It sounded the same, exactly. But the difference was, I was listening as a producer, and not as some girl that was in love with him. Or— thought she was. Now I didn't think anything much besides how well it would mash with any of my other favorite songs, by my other favorite artists— or how it was mixed just right and how some sounds hit in the head, and some in the top and how I knew how to do that, but I was kind of lazy. I thought about the glue that held everything together, which is what pissed me off about his music— sounds that didn't come apart and made entirely new sounds together from whatever they once were, because they were so meticulously plastered that way. This kind of engineering gave way to perfectly round spheres elsewhere, or perhaps even the kind of colors in other music but wasn't so much any one thing or another here. Perhaps the point was, that at the time, it was sort of abstract in a way that set a new norm. Now everyone sounded like him— besides him: who could say who he really was presently anyway, besides him, if even that— or the people around him; a constantly changing array of whatever's…things and persons I'd stopped being mad about ages ago. At least, sort of. I was still kind of mad, but more that I still just paled in comparison, and almost that I'd lost total interest, besides learning this: what I could apply to it now, knowing what I knew, but still might never possibly achieve, not at this point anymore because I couldn't..:but perhaps because I didn't want to. And it really was great— eight or ten or twelve Grammies great, but I was just kind of— not that. Not the way I used to be. Still, I gave myself the benefit of the doubt. [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] -Ū. Death of A Superstar DJ Copyright athe Complex Collective © 2025 All Rights Reserved.

Josh tries to educate Dan on the big games during rivals week. Ignore the talk about the Texas game!

Story 1: Islam is on the rise in Texas, which has led many Texans to be concerned about the potential of Sharia Law being implemented in their communities. Congressman Chip Roy (R-TX) discusses his efforts to combat the spread of radical Islam in Texas, while also discussing his ongoing campaign for Texas Attorney General and the immigration battle. Story 2: Professional MMA Fighter Michael Chandler helps Will preview his upcoming matches with Chad Mendes in Real American Freestyle Wrestling on FOX Nation this Saturday and against Conor McGregor at the White House in 2026, before explaining the difference between Freestyle and Collegiate wrestling. Story 2: Is Thanksgiving now a “day of mourning?” Comedian Vince August reacts to the view held by some that instead of a time to get together with your family, it should instead be taken as a day to mourn the fate of the Native Americans. Vince and Will also compare their top food picks for Thanksgiving dinner and debate to what extent foreign cuisine is acceptable at the table.   Subscribe to ‘Will Cain Country' on YouTube here: ⁠⁠⁠⁠Watch Will Cain Country!⁠⁠ Follow ‘Will Cain Country' on X (⁠⁠@willcainshow⁠⁠), Instagram (⁠⁠@willcainshow⁠⁠), TikTok (⁠⁠@willcainshow⁠⁠), and Facebook (⁠⁠@willcainnews⁠⁠) Follow Will on X: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@WillCain Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Georgia Tech vs GeorgiaTexas vs Texas A&MPurdue vs IndianaPittsburgh vs MiamiWashington vs OregonAuburn vs AlabamaMichigan vs Ohio Statehttps://www.TheSloopCast.comArtist: Two Cow Garage Song: No Surrender  Link:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=272RVqKgkoI 

Tonight we talk ACHA M1 and W1 rankings; plus we take a closer look at the upcoming showcase events in Chicago, IL and Chesterfield, MO!  Join Scott and Steven on ITHSWpodcasts.Podbean.com, or wherever you get your favorite podcast! For more, click like and subscribe and go and go to ITHSWpodcasts.Podbean.com    

In this episode of the Contacts Coaching Podcast, we pivot from our usual focus on coaching to gain valuable insights from current collegiate athlete Ella Emmert, catcher at the University of Kentucky. Ella shares her unique journey into athletics, starting softball at age 10, and overcoming challenges to play at the collegiate level. She discusses the importance of gratitude, identity, and living in the present, all crucial components of her athletic and leadership success. Additionally, Ella gives us a behind-the-scenes look at her roles on multiple NCAA and SEC advisory committees, offering perspective on the evolving landscape of college sports. This conversation is a treasure trove of advice and inspiration for athletes, coaches, and anyone navigating competitive environments.00:00 Introduction and Guest Introduction00:50 Ella's Journey into Softball02:11 High School and Recruitment Challenges10:35 College Experience and NIL Impact17:24 Athletic Leadership and Committees25:46 Mental Strategies for Catchers26:28 Building Confidence and Trust27:22 Gratitude and Mindset Shifts29:13 Facing Challenges and Growth31:24 Leadership and Team Dynamics37:43 Overcoming Performance Anxiety46:08 The Importance of Being Present50:05 Final Thoughts and Reflections

Missouri vs OklahomaWashington State vs James MadisonUSC vs OregonMichigan vs MarylandPittsburgh vs Georgia TechBYU vs CincinnatiRutgers vs Ohio Statehttps://www.TheSloopCast.comArtist: The DopaminesSong: Groundhog Day ParadeLink: https://youtu.be/GNP_C1tSpV4 

Merriam-Webster, the country's oldest dictionary publisher which is headquartered in Springfield, just released an updated Collegiate edition with 5,000 new entries.

Season 2, Episode 17Guest: Eric Nassos — Head Coach & former president/captain, Marquette University Fencing (Collegiate Club)What we coverPaths after high school if there's no NCAA team: local clubs, campus clubs, and how to mix bothStarting (or reviving) a club: student sign-ups, admin petition, storage, safety-compliant gear, and budgetingFunding in the real world: dues, university reimbursements (gas/housing), refereeing local HS events, and why you still need cash up frontRecruiting interest when you're new: tabling, flyers, dorm hustling, “make some friends,” and simple marketing that worksWhat to expect at practice: flexible structures, coach + student leaders, mixed experience levels (walk-ons → Cs/Es by graduation)Parents' role: researching clubs, DM'ing teams, campus tour questions, where to help — and where to step backEvaluating clubs: Instagram responsiveness, recent posts, campus name recognition, replies to email/DM, continuity signalsKeeping clubs healthy year to year: positive culture first, competitive goals second, a coach or alumni bridge thirdCompetition ladder: local meets → regional conferences (e.g., Midwest Fencing Conference) → USACFCnationalsFielding weapons creatively: start with what you have (epee-only? fine), partner with nearby schools to cover other weaponsSetting expectations: where RYC/JO-experienced fencers fit, how walk-ons progress, and why club fencing builds career-ready skillsPractical takeawaysGreen flags: active social accounts, replies to outreach, visible campus awareness, published practice times, clear officersBudget hacks: learn your school's reimbursement rules; join USACFC for perks and connectivity; partner with nearby clubs/schoolsPractice idea: pair experienced fencers with beginners in simple drills to accelerate skill transfer and communityLifelong pipeline: club alumni become local-club members, parents of fencers, and future volunteer leadersTimestamps0:00 — Club fencing: real team, real coaching, real flexibility1:49 — Paths if there's no NCAA program2:47 — Funding reality: dues, refs, reimbursements4:00 — If your school has no club (or dormant gear)5:36 — Finding the first 40 names: “time to make some friends”7:39 — What experienced fencers can expect (and leadership roles)9:04 — Walk-on success stories and day-one curriculum10:59 — Parents' role: research & outreach that actually helps12:34 — Comparing clubs: online presence and responsiveness14:53 — Coaching models & practice structure at Marquette17:20 — Longevity: culture → competition → coach/alumni bridge19:35 — How Marquette found the broader ecosystem22:36 — The competitive ladder: conferences & USACFC25:42 — Fielding weapons with limited roster (and partnerships)26:59 — Skill levels: where a JO/RYC background fits28:55 — What a club trip weekend looks like30:31 — Time & money expectations (realistic, flexible)33:15 — Walk-on to rated fencer: a case study36:00 — Quick hits: lifelong fans, green flags, drills, budget hacks, door signQuotable“You're a club before you're a team. Culture keeps people showing up.” — Eric Nassos“Within the freedom — and the funding gaps — you get a real-world education.” — Eric NassosCall to actionShare this with a high-school junior/senior (and their parents). If your campus club needs a hand getting started or connected, Eric says he's happy to help — reach out at swordandquill.en@gmail.comCreditsHost: Bryan Wendell • Guest: Eric Nassos --First to 15: The Official Podcast of USA FencingHost: Bryan WendellCover art: Manna CreationsTheme music: Brian Sanyshyn

Three years ago, Dave recorded a conversation with the young high school student who was providing surprisingly accurate and thoughtful copy editing for his book with the late Peter B. Vaill, On Practice as a Way of Being. He marveled at her love of the accordion. Wondering what she is doing now as a college student, he reached out to Mahaska Stiegler, who is now an exchange student at a German university. She is deepening her German language and cultural acumen while continuing her proofreading and copyediting services. Her accordion was too heavy to make the trip, so she is learning the accordina. All her practices blend into Mahaska's unique and promising way of being. 

An all sorted bag of topics on today's podcast! Are cyclamen indoor or outdoor? Can you use human ashes in the garden? Why did Darren get in from the Collegiate social club gardening evening at 2.30am? So many things to discuss!Follow us on Instagram and Facebook. We'd love to hear from you too! If you have suggestions for topics or features you'd like to hear, or any garden related questions you have, drop us a line at thehappygardenpodcast@gmail.com. It would be fab if you could rate us and leave a review too if you've got the time, many thanks! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Michigan vs NorthwesternNotre Dame vs PittsburghVirginia vs DukeIowa vs USCOklahoma vs AlabamaTexas vs GeorgiaUCLA vs Ohio Statehttps://www.TheSloopCast.comArtist: Raging NathansSong: THE GRUDGELink:www.youtube.com/watch?v=6WHs9Z_lRek

Tonight, we're back after a two-week break to discuss the ACHA M1 computer rankings! Plus, we'll take a closer look at some of our partner teams and their impressive starts to the season!  Join Scott and Steven on ITHSWpodcasts.Podbean.com, or wherever you get your favorite podcast! For more, click like and subscribe and go and go to ITHSWpodcasts.Podbean.com    

BSN SPORTS commissioned The Club Sports Index, a first-of-kind national study in October 2025 to get a snapshot of the current club sports landscape in the United States. The Club Sports Index surveyed 2,000 athletes, 2,000 parents and 150 club owners across a spectrum of topics, including:Motivations for participating in club sportsTime commitment involved for both athletes and parentsCost associated with participationLong term goals for club athletesPopularity of specific sports by regionBrian Fleming is the Senior Vice President and General Manager of Club Direct for BSN SPORTS, a division of Varsity Brands, where he leads commercial strategy and overall execution to grow and service the market segment. He joined BSN SPORTS in 2022 following a successful tenure as General Manager of the Collegiate & Commercial divisions at Herff Jones, where he oversaw a $100+ million business and drove revenue growth across multiple verticals. Prior to that, he held global finance leadership roles at Firestone Industrial Products and Envigo, as well as an early career in Public Accounting, Business Valuation and Management Consulting. A Certified Public Accountant, Brian earned his MBA in Finance and Operations Management from Valparaiso University. 

On this episode we were joined by special guest researcher Drake Berberet from Hawkin Dynamics! Unlocking Basketball Athletic Performance: Force Plate-Derived Countermovement Jump Normative Reference Values From Seven NCAA Division-I Power Five Men's College Basketball Teams Berberet D, Petway A, Bell K, et al. Int J Strength Cond. 2024;4(1). doi:10.47206/ijsc.v4i1.354 Unlocking Basketball Athletic Performance: Countermovement Jump Rebound (CMJ-RE) Normative Reference Values Derived from Force Plate Data Across Seven NCAA Division-I Power Five Men's College Basketball Teams Berberet D, Petway A, Bell K, et al. Int J Strength Cond. 2025;5(1). doi:10.47206/ijsc.v5i1.555 Due to copyright laws, unless the article is open source we cannot legally post the PDF on the website for the world to download at will. Brought to you by our sponsors at: CSMi – https://www.humacnorm.com/ptinquest VALD MoveHealth - https://movehealth.me/ Learn more about/Buy Erik/Jason/Chris's courses – The Science PT Support us on the Patreons! Music for PT Inquest: "The Science of Selling Yourself Short" by Less Than Jake Used by Permission Other Music by Kevin MacLeod – incompetech.com: MidRoll Promo – Mining by Moonlight Koal Challenge – Sam Roux  

We update our tier list and make our SlooPicks for week 11.Tulane vs MemphisIndiana vs Penn StateBYU vs Texas TechOregon vs IowaTexas A&M vs MissouriLSU vs AlabamaOhio State vs Purduehttps://www.TheSloopCast.comArtist: Defiance, Ohio Song: You Are Loved Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NHNuus9Uhns 

Tonight, we hear from Maryville University Director of Hockey and M1 Head Coach, John Hogan! Plus, we look at the latest ACHA M1 Rankings, and the “North Dakota Triangle!”  Join Scott and Steven on ITHSWpodcasts.Podbean.com, or wherever you get your favorite podcast! For more, click like and subscribe and go and go to ITHSWpodcasts.Podbean.com  

Miami v SMUVanderbilt v TexasGeorgia v FloridaOklahoma v TennesseeUSC v NebraskaCincinnati v Utahhttps://www.TheSloopCast.comArtist: Courtney From WorkSong: The VanLink:https://youtu.be/ys1WQ55KKkE 

We're on-site at the Abilities Expo in Schaumburg meeting Samantha, a freshly graduated 18-year-old heading to UIC who speaks with clarity about independence, dignity, and the everyday design of an accessible life. This isn't inspiration theater. It's practical courage: how to choose a major, compare campuses, and advocate for accommodations while keeping joy and curiosity in the driver's seat.Samantha walks us through life with a rare distal SMA, explaining her mobility in simple, honest terms and the mindset shifts that help her move from can't to how. She opens up about navigating high school among mostly able-bodied peers, finding friends who lead with respect, and attending MDA camp where perspective deepened into gratitude. We talk candidly about ramps and elevators, yes, but also about the less visible layers of access: seating layouts, syllabus flexibility, communication with professors, and the social cues that make classrooms feel human. Her plan to start at UIC and possibly transfer to UIUC illuminates the real calculus many students with disabilities face—community versus proximity, services versus cost, growth versus comfort.Family runs through this conversation like steel cable. A sister who turns visibility into pride, a mom who scouts tools and options, and a veteran dad whose philosophy is simple and strong: you can do hard things, differently.Samantha's message is one to carry: you're not alone, it might be harder, and you are more than what meets the eye.Press play for a grounded, hopeful take on college accessibility, disability advocacy, and resilience you can use. If this resonated, follow the show, leave a review, and share it with someone who needs proof that independence has many paths—and all of them start with your voice.

Josh and the gang are back to talk all things College Football and what is available to watch in the UK on DAZN

The K-State men's golf team takes their talents to Loxley, Alabama for their last tournament of the 2025 fall season!

Tripp Berlinsky & Bryce DiMauro from 3rd ranked University of North Alabama won the AFTCO Collegiate Bass Open at Lake Dardanelle in Russellville, AR.  The Association of Collegiate Anglers' second event of the 2025-26 season on the Bass Pro Shops Collegiate Bass Fishing Series saw over 270 anglers compete for more than $20,000 in prizes and contingencies, as well as double points to count towards the Bass Pro Shops School of the Year presented by Abu Garcia.  The two UNA anglers took home top honors with a two-day total weight of 33.77 pounds.  Tune in to EP. 241 of the Rapala #WeAreCollegiateBass Podcast to hear them talk about the major tournament victory, UNA's goals for this season, and more!

St. Joseph's Collegiate Institute's 2025 Buffalo Mayoral Debate featuring Sean Ryan (D), James Gardner (R) and Michael Gainer (I) full 4227 Thu, 23 Oct 2025 13:30:00 +0000 NS7ZPbeLSSgeveTsS6H9r2RN3ZA7va5h buffalo,news,wben,sean ryan,james gardner,buffalo mayoral election,michael gainer WBEN Extras buffalo,news,wben,sean ryan,james gardner,buffalo mayoral election,michael gainer St. Joseph's Collegiate Institute's 2025 Buffalo Mayoral Debate featuring Sean Ryan (D), James Gardner (R) and Michael Gainer (I) Archive of various reports and news events 2024 © 2021 Audacy, Inc. News

Massive tier list update in a super sized Collegiate Chaos. Then it's time for the SlooPicks!Oklahoma v Ole MissMemphis v South FloridaIowa State v BYUVanderbilt v MissouriCincinnati v BaylorLSU v Texas A&MArizona State v Houstonhttps://www.TheSloopCast.comArtist: Soul MonstersSong: SaltLink: https://youtu.be/6cg6Qr4I4z0 

Collegiate recovery is more than a program—it's a lifeline for students trying to rebuild their lives while pursuing their education. Angela O'Malley's story is one of transformation, gratitude, and service. After a near-fatal drunk driving accident became her turning point, she committed to sobriety and to helping others do the same. Today, as Associate Director for Student Conduct and Recovery at Loyola Marymount University, Angela leads a powerful Collegiate Recovery Program that's changing how universities support students in sobriety. In this conversation with host Tim Westbrook, she opens up about her personal journey, the stigma around addiction, and how she's building a culture of compassion and accountability on campus.

#637 Ever wonder how a side hustle born in a guest bedroom can grow into a nationwide licensed apparel brand? In this episode, host Kirsten Tyrrel sits down with entrepreneur Megan Smalley, founder of Scarlet & Gold, to explore her 13-year journey building a thriving apparel company that creates products people actually want to wear. Megan shares how she evolved from running a small side hustle out of her guest bedroom to managing a licensed apparel brand serving universities nationwide. She opens up about the twists and turns of entrepreneurship — from shutting down her business during motherhood, to relaunching with a print-on-demand model, to scaling into wholesale and overseas manufacturing. Megan also offers valuable insight into leadership, building team culture, managing growth, and breaking into the wholesale market. Whether you're an aspiring entrepreneur or a seasoned business owner, this episode is packed with real-world lessons on pivoting, perseverance, and creating meaningful products! What we discuss with Megan: + From guest bedroom to national brand + Building licensed collegiate apparel + Transitioning from retail to print-on-demand + Overcoming challenges during motherhood + Scaling through wholesale and manufacturing + Breaking into the NCAA licensing space + Managing a growing in-person team + Creating strong company culture and values + Wholesale tips for boutique partnerships + Lessons on leadership and business pivots Thank you, Megan! Check out Scarlet & Gold at ScarletandGoldShop.com. Follow Megan on Instagram. Watch the ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠video podcast⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ of this episode! To get access to our FREE Business Training course go to ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠MillionaireUniversity.com/training⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. And follow us on: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Facebook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Tik Tok⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Youtube⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Twitter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ To get exclusive offers mentioned in this episode and to support the show, visit ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠millionaireuniversity.com/sponsors⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. Want to hear from more incredible entrepreneurs? Check out all of our interviews ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠here⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This week's Summit League Segment highlights the University of Nebraska-Omaha Mavericks and includes an interview with UNO freshman Briley Early. Plus news from around The Summit League and more.

Send us a textCollegiate Impact is a dynamic ministry uniting campus ministries and local churches to support, disciple, and empower college students.Through outreach, mentorship, and partnerships, the show explores how Collegiate Impact brings hope, faith, and practical guidance to students navigating life's pivotal decisions on campuses in Kansas City and beyond.Discover inspiring stories, strategies, and the vision for expanding this transformative movement to more colleges and communities.https://collegiateimpact.orgMusicIntro and Outro Music by Jerry Abah"https://youtu.be/NJFQvXk36oM"Support the showhttps://www.buymeacoffee.com/faithhorizons. Help us discover more of what God is doing in Kansas City.

We look at DAZN taking on more games (woohoo!), James Franklin and a look at Utah vs BYU LSU vs Vandy USC vs Notre Dame Alabama vs Tennessee Georgia vs University of Mississippi

Less than 2 weeks ago, AJ Maestas and Charles Rolston broke down the news of a looming $2B deal for the Big Ten to take a massive infusion of cash from private capital.   A lot has happened since then, with the news that the conference will be closing a deal with an investment fund of the University of California pension system and establishing Big Ten Enterprises with the goal of optimizing conference-wide revenue.   What does this mean for schools, athletes, and fans? What are the low-hanging fruit assets that this new venture will look to monetize? Hear AJ's thoughts, or go back and listen to the full episode: https://nvgt.com/podcast?ppplayer=1e977ebc536a4f7840f232ca6e253547&ppepisode=53bbf14fbeabdd0f3890e0eb8b8c083f   For more insights, visit our LinkedIn page or learn more about Navigate at https://nvgt.com/.

Lots of movement in this week's Tier List. Oregon drops and Indiana rises.Who else makes the jumps and who drops down to the M tier?Louisville vs MiamiLSU vs VanderbiltOle Miss vs GeorgiaUSC vs Notre DameTennessee vs AlabamaUtah vs BYUhttps://www.TheSloopCast.comArtist: My Own Desert IslandSong: Even GreenLink:https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=YmytbydIOOM&si=ECZZHyFXyF93YJJs

Season 2, Episode 12Guest: Alyssa Hirsch — PhD Student, University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign; Fencing HistorianWhat we coverHow a varsity fencer became a fencing historianThe first spark: a Soviet fencing essay in high school and an interview with coach Anatolie SenicFrom Wayne State to Purdue to Illinois: tracing fencing's place in American and world historyThe 1956 Hungarian Revolution and how émigré fencers reshaped U.S. clubsAlyssa's dissertation: post-Soviet immigration, identity, and fencing as a path to belongingSources of history: magazines, oral interviews, advertisements, photographs, and archivesSurprises from research — Cold War cooperation and “game recognizes game” momentsHow universities and college teams shape access and inclusionFencing's class barriers and underrepresented groups, and how programs like the Peter Westbrook Foundation help bridge the gapPreserving history: digitization, oral storytelling, and why every club has its own archiveAdvice for aspiring historians: start with your coaches, club posters, and communityQuick hits: time-travel destinations, favorite artifacts, research playlists, and the fencer she'd invite to dinnerQuotable“When I'm adapting to a new place, the first thing I'd look for is a fencing club.” — Alyssa Hirsch“History isn't just politics — it's people, choices, and friendships on the strip.” — Alyssa HirschTimestamps00:00 — Intro: turning archives into living stories01:10 — How Soviet anecdotes sparked a lifelong passion04:22 — Becoming a fencing historian05:58 — The 1956 Hungarian Revolution and émigré coaches08:14 — Alyssa's dissertation: post-Soviet identity through fencing10:03 — Why fencing history is still largely untold11:17 — Research process: magazines, ads, archives, interviews12:59 — Surprising discoveries about Cold War respect and collaboration15:38 — Collegiate fencing as a bridge across skill levels17:48 — Class, race, and representation in U.S. fencing20:21 — Favorite find: a 1958 Soviet fencing manual22:41 — What being a fencing historian actually looks like24:22 — Advice for future researchers and club archivists26:32 — Quick hits: time machine, artifacts, playlists, and Helene Mayer --First to 15: The Official Podcast of USA FencingHost: Bryan WendellCover art: Manna CreationsTheme music: Brian Sanyshyn

In this episode of the Closet Disco Queen podcast, Queenie and TT engage in a light-hearted conversation about their cannabis experiences and TT's adventures in Colorado. They discuss the legality and accessibility of cannabis in the state, specific products they have tried, and how cannabis affects everyday activities. TT shares her experiences on a hike in the Collegiate mountain range and recounts a tense drive through the Colorado mountains. The episode also features a segment called 'Could Have Been Stoned' where they evaluate humorous scenarios to determine if they were influenced by cannabis. Additionally, a question about whether cannabis use affects medical tests, such as mammograms, is addressed by 'Mary Jane,' who provides informative advice. The episode concludes with reflections on a past math club revelation and further discussion about their travel plans and personal anecdotes.Welcome to the Closet Disco Queen Pot-Cast, a comedy podcast with music and pop culture references that keeps you laughing and engaged. Join our hosts, Queenie & TT as they share humorous anecdotes about daily life, offering women's perspectives on lifestyle and wellness. We dive into funny cannabis conversations and stories, creating an entertaining space where nothing is off-limits. Each episode features entertaining discussions on pop culture trends, as we discuss music, culture, and cannabis in a light-hearted and inclusive manner. Tune in for a delightful blend of humor, insight, and relatable stories that celebrate life's quirks and pleasures. Our Closet Disco Queen Pot-Cast deals with legal adult cannabis use and is intended for entertainment purposes only for those 21 and older Visit our Closet Disco Queen Pot-Cast merch store!Find us on Facebook and Green Coast RadioSound from Zapsplat.com, https://quicksounds.com, 101soundboards.com #ToneTransfer

What happens when a single Facebook message completely changes your life? For Sarah Abrams, a talented young rower from Australia's Hunter Valley, that message—which she initially suspected was a scam—became the first step on an extraordinary journey across the Pacific to NCAA Division I rowing.Alexia sits down with Sarah as she shares the raw, unfiltered story of her transformation from a high school athlete who "didn't even know what a conference was" to an accomplished collegiate rower at the University of Tennessee. With disarming honesty and infectious enthusiasm, she recounts the whirlwind decision to accept a January intake offer that had her boarding a plane in late December, fighting back tears as she left everything familiar behind. Those early months tested her resilience as she navigated intense training camps, academic pressures, and profound homesickness—yet the community she found among teammates and coaches became her lifeline.Sarah debunks the myth that pursuing American collegiate athletics means sacrificing opportunities to represent your home country, sharing how she successfully made the Australian national team while competing for Tennessee. The emotion in Sarah's voice is palpable as she describes putting on the green and gold: "There's a kangaroo on my back!"Alexia and Sarah also cover an aspect of Sarah's journey often overlooked in the media despite its significant impact: the transition back to your home country after US college graduation. After four years of independence, intense training, and immersion in American culture, Sarah speaks about returning to her childhood bedroom and adjusting to life without her established college support network. She dives into the importance of self-compassion during this transition, allowing oneself to feel the full range of emotions that come with such a significant life change.Whether you're a listener considering a US rowing scholarship, supporting someone who is, or simply curious about different US college sporting pathways, Sarah's journey offers valuable wisdom about embracing opportunities, trusting the process, and discovering capabilities you never knew you possessed. Listen now to understand why this self-proclaimed "hype woman" believes this experience—challenges and all—was unequivocally "the best thing I've ever done."Loving this podcast? Leave us a review and send us any guests & topics you want us to cover via email at hello@studyandplayusa.com.au

We take a look at the week 7 slate of college football games.

How far down does Penn State and Texas go in our tier list? Who moves up? We also make this week's SlooPicksMissouri vs AlabamaTexas vs OklahomaOregon vs IndianaTexas A&M vs FloridaAuburn vs GeorgiaUSC vs Michiganhttps://www.TheSloopCast.comArtist: The Old BreedSong: Midwest MorningLink: https://youtu.be/AVnU9-mIbAQ 

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Travel and campus life may seem like two separate worlds, but when it comes to style, the connection is closer than you think.In this episode we discuss why collegiate style t-shirts, sweatshirts and hoodies are the ideal choice as graphic t-shirts, sweatshirts and hoodies when you travel. Read the full blog post at https://www.1923mainstreet.com/main-street-news/Shop at 1923 Main Street, Graphic T-Shirts, Sweatshirts and Hoodies for Those Who Love to TravelThank you for listening to the Travel Style Podcast at 1923MainStreet.com.Shop unique and original travel inspired and subtle Disney travel clothing, including t-shirts, sweatshirt, hoodies and more at 1923 Main Street.Follow along on X, Instagram, Pinterest and Facebook.Thank you for listening and always remember to roam freely and wear boldly.Mike Belobradic and Amelia Belobradic--Media provided by Jamendo

The Big Ten is exploring $2B in private funding. In this episode, AJ Maestas, Founder of Navigate, sits down with Charles Rolston, Navigate's collegiate consulting expert, to break down what this means for the conference, the schools, and the entire college sports space.   Will the deal actually close? How do Ohio State and Michigan factor in? Do 20-year plans make sense in collegiate athletics? What does ROI look like for this kind of deal?   AJ and Charles draw on their experience advising clients through private equity negotiations, realignment, and other transformational moments across college and pro sports.   For more insights, visit our LinkedIn page or learn more about Navigate at https://nvgt.com/.

This week's The Summit League Segment highlights the University of Missouri Kansas City Kangaroos and includes an interview with UMKC sophomore Mariah Belmont. Plus highlights of this past week's Kwik Star Summit League Peak Performers, news from around The Summit League, and more.

Arkansas men and women have won the 6th annual Blessings Collegiate Inviational! John Daly II and coach Shauna Taylor are on the show to tell us all about it.

Who makes it to the S and A tier in this week's tier list? This week's SlooPicks includes:Cincinnati vs Iowa StateMichigan vs WisconsinFlorida vs TexasAlabama vs VanderbiltHouston vs Texas TechFlorida State vs MiamiOhio State vs Minnesotahttps://www.TheSloopCast.comArtist: SnarlsSong: Fixed GearLink:https://youtu.be/X1wqJ-EbThs

The recently decided landmark class action antitrust lawsuit, House v. NCAA, is expected to restructure the landscape of collegiate athletics.   On this episode of We get work®, we explore the case, the settlement and the potential long-term impact on collegiate athletic departments.   Today's hosts are Bernie Dennis, principal in the Washington D.C. region office of Jackson Lewis, Dani Bland and Jason Kaner, associates, respectively, in the firm's Raleigh and Philadelphia offices.     Bernie, Dani and Jason, the question on everyone's mind today is: What changes will collegiate athletics departments be required to make pursuant to the House settlement, and how will that impact my business?       

Stan Efferding is an IFBB pro bodybuilder and has his bachelor of science in psychology and exercise science from the University of Oregon. Stan is a multiple all -time world record holding powerlifter and has been training high school, Collegiate, and Professional athletes for over 25 years. He has conducted over 200 seminars in 14 countries and in all 50 states. Today on the show we discuss: why building muscle is possible well into your 40s, 50s, 60s and beyond, the overlooked longevity benefits of strength training, why consistency and enjoyment matter more than crushing yourself with intensity, why machines can be just as effective (and safer) than free weights, the three training principles that matter most for growth after 40, the key nutrition strategies you need to know for building muscle and losing fat, why metabolism doesn't actually slow down with age and much more. Today's sponsor: ⁠⁠Timeline Nutrition⁠⁠ Upgrade your mitochondrial health with Mitopure. Timeline is offering 20% off your first order of Mitopure. Go to ⁠https://www.timeline.com/doug⁠⁠ and use code DOUG to get 20% off your order. ⚠ WELLNESS DISCLAIMER ⚠ Please be advised; the topics related to health and mental health in my content are for informational, discussion, and entertainment purposes only. The content is not intended to be a substitute for professional advice, diagnosis, or treatment. Always seek the advice of your health or mental health professional or other qualified health provider with any questions you may have regarding your current condition. Never disregard professional advice or delay in seeking it because of something you have heard from your favorite creator, on social media, or shared within content you've consumed. If you are in crisis or you think you may have an emergency, call your doctor or 911 immediately. If you do not have a health professional who is able to assist you, use these resources to find help: Emergency Medical Services—911 If the situation is potentially life-threatening, get immediate emergency assistance by calling 911, available 24 hours a day. National Suicide Prevention Lifeline, 1-800-273-TALK (8255) or https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org. SAMHSA addiction and mental health treatment Referral Helpline, 1-877-SAMHSA7 (1-877-726-4727) and https://www.samhsa.gov Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Text and Be HeardGambling addiction is silently devastating college campuses across America. From the Collegiate Recovery Conference at St. Joseph's University in Philadelphia, we witness firsthand how sports betting has become an epidemic among 18-24 year old males. The statistics are shocking: 20% of financial aid money now goes toward gambling debts or creating accounts for more betting. What starts as an exciting way to enhance sports watching quickly spirals into anxiety, depression, poor academic performance, and financial disaster.But reaching these students requires more than warnings about gambling, alcohol, or drugs. Their 20-year-old minds often tune out direct addiction talk. The most effective approach? Simply asking "How do you feel?" and "What are you trying to do with your life?" College represents an intense period of identity formation—figuring out careers, potential life partners, and personal talents—all while navigating immense pressure. We must normalize that feeling anxious or depressed during this time is perfectly natural, while emphasizing that numbing out through substances or gambling only compounds problems.The universal message resonating throughout the conference applies to everyone, whether in recovery or not: hard work is the only pathway to the life you want. Nothing worthwhile comes without effort—not financial success, loving relationships, spiritual growth, or personal fulfillment. Part of this work involves stepping outside comfort zones. Don't just attend your usual meetings or stick with familiar campus resources. Travel more. Meet diverse people. Attend conferences. Learn from others' approaches. As we finished our day at St. Joseph's before heading to explore Philadelphia (including running up those iconic Rocky Steps), we were reminded that each 24-hour period offers magical potential for transformation. Whatever challenges you're facing, keep moving forward—you're capable of becoming a winner in your own recovery story.Support the showRecovery is Beautiful. Go Live Your Best Life!!Facebook Group - Recovery Freedom Circle | FacebookYour EQ is Your IQYouTube - Life Is Wonderful Hugo VRecovery Freedom CircleThe System That Understands Recovery, Builds Character and Helps People Have Better Relationships.A Life Changing Solution, Saves You Time, 18 weekswww.lifeiswonderful.love Instagram - Lifeiswonderful.LoveTikTok - Lifeiswonderful.LovePinterest - Lifeiswonderful.LoveTwitter - LifeWonderLoveLinkedIn - Hugo Vrsalovic Life Is Wonderful.Love

Did you miss us? Cause we missed you. We're inching closer to the end of Honey Deuce season, AKA: the end of the US Open. Coming out of the weekend, convos surrounding Naomi Osaka's return to dominance flooded our feeds. Her talents brought her this far, but we're convinced Billie Jean Bling and Althea Glitterson – her sparkly Labubu sidekicks – will bring her to the end. Plus, a recap on the first weekend in college football and a look ahead at week 1 of the NFL season. In this episode of Well Played, we also cover: How many Honey Deuces Blake spilled at the US Open Serena Williams' reaction to her sister's new doubles partner Who clipped another Dallas athlete's wings How Chapel Bill dropped the ball during his UNC debut  Why some people are calling Caitlin Clark's Nike logo “Temu Chanel”  Send Its:  Baby Stella at the US Open  Micah Parsons facetimes a fan The hairy and heavy-breathing ESPN analyst  Caitlin Clark's logo design Caroline's IG: @cghendy Blake's IG: @blaaakkkke theSkimm's IG: @theskimm PS: Did you know theSkimm has a sports newsletter? Sign up at theskimm.com/sports.  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices