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[keopisstuff]

University therapy

My University does weekly news letters and it's emailed to everyone. last week for the thanksgiving break we were surprised to have a picture of our mascot getting therapy. I don't know what this man has going on for him, but nice to know he's getting the help he needs

[lboogie1906]

Carmelita Jeter (November 24, 1979) is a retired sprinter, who competed in the 60 meters, 100 m, and 200 m. For over a decade (2009-2021) she was called the “Fastest woman alive” after running a 100 m personal best of 10.64 seconds at the 2009 Shanghai Golden Grand Prix. In the 100 m, she was the 2011 world champion and the 2012 silver medalist. She is a three-time Olympic medallist.

She won the 100 m bronze at the 2007 World Championships in Athletics and a gold at the World Athletics Final. She won a second World Championship bronze. Her personal best of 10.64 s makes her the fourth fastest woman ever in the 100 m, behind Florence Griffith Joyner’s 10.49 long-standing world record, Elaine Thompson-Herah’s 10.54 seconds, and Shelly-Ann Fraser-Pryce’s 10.60 seconds.

On May 25, 2023, she was named the new head coach of the track & field and cross country programs at UNLV.

She attended Bishop Montgomery High School in Torrance, California. Initially, basketball was the preferred sport in her family, and her younger brother, Eugene, later joined the Sacramento Kings. Her basketball coach suggested that she try out track, and an 11.7-second run confirmed her natural talent for sprinting. She graduated from California State University, Dominguez Hills with a BS in Physical Education. She set the record for most NCAA medals by a CSUDH track athlete and became the university’s first US Olympic Trials qualifier. A recurring hamstring problem kept her out of competition for much of (2003–05) and it was not until 2007 that she made her first impact in senior track and field athletics, having undergone treatment with deep tissue massage. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence #sigmagammarho

[earthytzipi]

I AM GOING TO LOSE IT

I AM ACTUALLY GOING TO LOSE IT

WHY IS EVERYTHING THAT CSUDH DOES SO *TERRIBLE*

[myblacksneakers]

To know where you’re heading in life you, never forget where you come from.

I started this blog back in high school, “My black Sneakers” I had notebooks and then transition myself to digital blogging on google had a blogspot. I tried to continued but life just got harder after high school.

My real adventure of “my black sneakers” started when I first got hired by an employment agency, I was 14 years old. I worked along side my mother, during the summer break. I wore multiple hats, was a picker, sorting out fruits and vegetables. I worked in the manufacture clothing industry, sorting out clothing that I will never wear, they seemed ugly for my taste but they were overpriced for my budget at the time. Also, worked at many other places that you can’t imagine, the most fun was working inside a freezer sorting out fish. You can’t imagine the smell afterwards, people in the bus thought we were homeless women whom didn’t showered. But, the best part was the pay, a job that no one wanted to do.

The whole summer, i spend my time working, overtime hours, and i liked it so much that, i decided to leave high school. My mom was happy that I decided to leave school to help her with the bills. She never discouraged me to stop.

I believed that education wasn’t for me at the time, and that I didn’t need it, so I left 9th grade, to work at the warehouse industry. In my 10th grade year, I had to go back to school because, a letter was send home, that my mom was going to go to jail if I didn’t return to school, so, she then said you have to go back. I did. I wasn’t really doing great, I couldn’t find myself sitting in a classroom while the teacher was on her phone texting someone, i felt it was a waste of my time.

I was approached by a counselor whom said, I wasn’t going to be able to finish High School because, I was out for almost a year. I decided to take his advice, and place myself on a continuation school where, I was going to be able to catch up. I didn’t tell my mother, she found out after, I took myself out of school. Back in my day, the schools weren’t that strict or had the time to verify for accurate information. Today, you can’t even take out your own kid from school with out asking for an ID.

I join a new school Cesar Chavez, I really didn’t want to go there but, I needed a high school diploma to go get a job, it was a new requirement. In my time at that school, I met a really nice Women, her name is/was Boadi, she was a Business Computer Science instructor at CSUDH.

At my new school, 3% of the student didn’t have children the rest had 1 or more. I started to see their struggles, and I heard their stories of how they ended up there. I took, Ms Boadi class because I was curious about Computers. Our project was to create a website for CSUDH. Many joined but only a about 5 girls remained in the class.

To our surprise in the end we all got a scholarship, and a book from Book from Maya Angelo that particular book which I still have in my possession today. Ms Boadi said she saw something in me she didn’t see in the other girls, besides the other girls where complaining about the scholarship, they thought it was going to be more. I was happy to get $1,000. I spend my money getting myself contact lenses, and few clothes, and I gave the rest my mom money.

Ms Boadi asked in what I spend my money, and I told her the above. I managed to Graduate in the Summer of 2002, and it was great because, I managed to get into El Camino College by the fall of 2002. During the Summer, I got another job, at CSUDH with computer programming, and a Scholarship with all expenses paid to New Mexico, and other Scholarships like a Computer etc, so, when I started College I’ll be ready. She was a really good friend, and mentor. I do miss her and always remember her.

I didn’t major in Computer Science but I went into Business Administration. I graduated in June 2009.

[salazarastark]

CSUDH University Theatre by Dan Dworsky Discover the hidden gem of CSUDH University Theatre, artistically portrayed through the lens of Dan Dworsky. This stunning architectural marvel stands as a symbol of artistic excellence and the continuous pursuit of knowledge.

[quarterlifecoe]

CSUDH University Theatre by Dan Dworsky

Witness the magnificent CSUDH University Theatre, captured beautifully by Dan Dworsky. A mesmerizing blend of art and architecture, it's a testament to the creative spirit of this renowned institution.

[harlequinthemes]

CSUDH University Theatre by Dan Dworsky Witness the magnificent CSUDH University Theatre, captured beautifully by Dan Dworsky. A mesmerizing blend of art and architecture, it's a testament to the creative spirit of this renowned institution.

[linguistlist-blog]

Jobs: Assistant Professor, English (Linguistics), California State University, Dominguez Hills

ICYMI: The Linguistics Program in the Department of English at California State University, Dominguez Hills (CSUDH) invites applications for a Tenure-track position at the rank of Assistant or Associate Professor (Academic Year) with the appointment starting in Fall 2024. At CSUDH, we celebrate and respect diversity in all forms that include every race, religion, gender, ethnicity, veterans, people with varied abilities, and members of the LGBTQ+ community. CSUDH is seeking applications from candidat http://dlvr.it/SvSqrk

[anguianoart]

Congratulations to my brother! CSUDH graduate, going for his masters degree in August ✨✨✨ . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #brother #sketch #portrait #drawing #illustration #illosketchbook #showmeyourillo #pencil #graphite #otiscollege #artstudent #fineartmajor #dailydrawing #dailysketch #graduate2020 #csudhgrad20 #csudh #toro #csudhalumni https://www.instagram.com/p/CCPipmPJPOY/?igshid=be8fnojldqw8

[mikediddy]

#HappyBirthday to my nephew, Tareke! 🎈🥳 To him, I’m his little brother. 🤪 I’m proud of this young man. He’s graduating #college this May in Los Angeles from #CaliforniaStateUniversityDominguezHills with a major in #Communications and #PublicRelations / #Advertising. 🎓 ... He’s also turning me into a Great Uncle in May as well! 👶🏽 And he’s working on his fitness gym camp. 🏋🏽‍♂️ Lots of accomplishments. Lots of goals. Lots of responsibilities. But I know that he gots it and can handle it. And whatever I can do to help, I got his back like he gots mine. 🤜🏽🤛🏽 ... Love you, Reke. Enjoy you day! We Henny shottin’ when I get home today! 🥃🎉 #nephew #collegegraduate #blackcollegegraduate #CSUDH #blackexcellence #family ✨ (at Black Excellence) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-PvBuhJDTe/?igshid=1wlikdsjskwmw

[gamma-xi-delta]

WEEKEND IN MY LIFE | SORORITY RETREAT IN LAKE ARROWHEAD!

Published by  Megan Nicole

[maretasdaily]

Done with the B. S 👩🏼‍🎓

CSU Dominguez Hills, class of 2018

Next stop ASU, masters 🏁

[zamnaavila]

One of my most recent #CSUDH #interns had this to say about the Random Lengths News #internship program. Details about the program: https://www.randomlengthsnews.com/opportunities/internship?v=7516fd43adaa https://www.instagram.com/p/CJet-UoJ3DW/?igshid=199ddq5hfvwtn

[artsheart2104]

Faces in the Crowd: A Paradoxical Mimesis

I would have liked to start this novel the way Jose Martí begins “Simple Verses/Versos Sencillos”.

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  In my life, it seems as if everything is another life. Not knowing. Not understanding. Not living. I am living the life that I am making for myself now… and that comforts me a little. I find it different to digest the notion of being free in public spaces- I have tall, thick legs. Proactive… Provocative in false bravados- self-confident within. These legs take me places- Even if this life isn’t my own.

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Why does impermanence break me? This world… Nothing is ever permanent:

People, places, love, sex, touch, and even the pencil I used to write on these pages… To me, it seems as naïve to believe in the faith of poly-tune or mono-tune lexicons- An everyday language. A silence into a shout- And to those that tend to whisper late at night: Please… try again- The lie is worth it.

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             The thing about diaries is that you really cannot tell someone how you really feel- except: You actually can.

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           What seems to be true about the spaces within pages is that they tend to fill up the emptiness of paper- Much the same way that spaces in life tend to be filled and then… one writes them away in their peculiar syntax- And sometimes… It seems like you really make empty filled-up with something: A void with oozing love.

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                Pencils are a work of art: I lose them. Spend more money on new pencils. Replenishing. And repeat, again- over and over- Syntactical synchronicity does not occur unless a writing utensil is present- Intertwined with the fingers that shed ice cold tears that went dry- yet still felt for a period that you had winter within.

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                I would have liked to start this novel the way Gabriel Garcia Marquez begins “The Most Handsome Drowned Man in the World”…

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                There’s nothing so ill-advised as to attributing metonymic value to inanimate or imaginary things- Especially ordinary things like language. - It can be sordid or verdant- The task is to dissect the synecdoche into a mere nothing- except that language is everything.

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           Writing is a manifestation of that which belongs to something that is difficult to say: As hollow as one feels… writing is a catharsis. An eloquent word- phrase- all at the stroke of a pencil.

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We all have hollows within- in some ways. It’s like we need to fill in a part of ourselves that inexplicably tends to feel like is whole.

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                Only two melancholic and poignant lines remain &… The likelihood of it to ascend or transcend seems to dilute at the passing whim of every second.

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                       Faces in the crowd all around permeate perpetually…

           Paranoia in elusive metonymies that allow me to somehow transcend the darknesses engraved within and outside.

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Trompe-l'œil?

                       Raison d'être?

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                   I have a theory: concepts are myriads…. sometimes full of wonder- always innate with meaning. Awe- lovely- flowery things- I’d like to try [less than] the latter.

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                          Physique sometimes elapses sensuality- It’s like the body is a perfect flowery things- It is dead. It is alive. It is withered. And it is throbbing- Like the blood that circulates. It travels distances- I wonder what it is like to throb the same way as flowers do when they sprout from the earth?

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 Spring: It is raging. It is fluid. Re-used. Rushed- Recycled- Yet, it is subtly patient.

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           “I never belonged to that world”. Sometimes… it feels like I never belong in any world.

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              I lie in intermittent spaces I float in-and-out- and it always complicates my life. Where do I begin? Where do I go? Where do I begin? [I belong in] A world- someplace where kindness lives. I wonder.

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Hide and seek is the figurative language of joy.

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           The world of dreams… It must be an interesting one. – Revelations- Appearances- Presence- Destinies- What of the minds that make us who we are? – Terrified to Jubilant.

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Physical injuries- scars- reverberating lacerations-pain and pleasure: They are all temporary.

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Connections… even those are temporary- They matter- That is undeniable. The real question is: How much?

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I would have liked to end this novel with Wallace Steven’s “The Snowman”.

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           We all have hollow phantoms within ourselves- Like we have voids to fill- Like we are empty- Like we are in need of something to fill us in.- Like we are stretched thinly- And we are cut in some way… Like there is no hope to stay in shape- to stay in place. - That which we seek cannot be found sometimes in avoidance.

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 Life is about sustaining breath- Novels and poems sustain mine- In such a way that permanent inscription of myself lies within the confines of these pages.

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Is there a way for language to mean something? Nothing and everything?

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                 Trying out someone else’s belongings… books- clothes- personalities? They are markers of identity. Do we feel safe when we embody what others have as our own?

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                                               I sometimes feel like my lips are not mine.

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                                      The places… the streets- these crowds… This ever changing world… It has value. Si no siento valor en mi mismo pongo el valor en mi maleta- mis audifonos- la poesia- Y los pasos que camino en esta vida…

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                  I have been dealt too much moral accusation by part of loved ones… Like my life is supposed to be some fixed moral compass… Spare me? I have some free will to follow- Free will to channel- No matter what the form consists of, free will… please come to me.

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                       I like to think that somehow anomalies make sense… No matter how or what their forms consists of.

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                       Will my words somehow fill in some voids in another man? In another poem? In another book? A blueprint. [His] Full-fledged freedom to explore the empty spaces in between my lines… and those occupied as well.

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                               The same way I cross paths with a new poem is equal to a sheer amalgamation of joy.

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                               Can we convince ourselves of our worth? Of Ourselves?

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                               The wonder of libraries: They open up new worlds.

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                               Is Illness indistinguishable? As if nothing really lies ahead…? As if there were only dead-ends…? I wonder.

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           The trials and trails I leave behind me often reverberate nuisances, sadness…, and perhaps even disappointment.

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                         Recovery is always possible. It comes in many shapes, ways, and forms:

Somehow, somewhere, there will be lights dancing to your night skies. There will be hope- Shining hope. Do not forget- These faces in the crowd- This hand that writes- This body that sinks and rises- These and many more-

                                               They are all en ‘El Presente’.

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                                                                                                                                                 -I. Gonzalez [1.17.18]