Miami University (Ohio) Poem

*Miami University*

Oxford, where the cradle of light is coached
Beneath moons of rise and quiet change,
And mallows glisten from sunshine’s range,
Is the ground where the bricks of potential are poached
By quests of teachers & students encroached.
Gathered in quarried halls like MacCracken & Langstroth
Are RedHawks in flight like Katherine Rice,
The synchronized beams on earth & ice—
Miami is our light, we are the moths.
To this historic campus we pledge our troth.
Our Oxford,
Where the Hawks land Uptown
For fine city living to lay work on the edge;
This perch holds the enduring beauty of an amaranth
With teachers cultivating our growth year round,
Let the RedHawks sing with an everlasting sound:
Oxford,
My Love & Honor: I pledge.

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Attention UFC/MMA Fans: Here’s How You Get a Full UFC 187 Refund Like I Did

Last week, I posted a letter demanding a refund for UFC 187 due to the fact that Jon Jones was pulled from the main event. This letter was sent to industry insiders, MMA fans/bloggers, and even Dana White and Lorenzo Ferititta themselves. That letter can be found here: https://clydeaidoo.com/2015/05/11/how-in-the-world-has-the-ufc-not-offered-a-refund-for-ufc-187-2/
As of late Monday, I was able to successfully receive a full refund for the event in spite of the fact that the UFC did not offer refunds to the public even though they changed the main event by their choice. This post is an informational item that discloses how to attain a refund from the UFC or any similar promoter if they are not offering refunds even though it is obvious that they have to. I am once again reaching out to MMA industry insiders as well because I want them to use their voice to educate the MMA fans around the world.

Let’s begin with a timeline of events leading to the refund, shall we?

February 13th, 2015: It is announced that pound for pound king Jon Jones would defend his championship against Anthony Rumble Johnson.

March 25th, 2015: Excited to see this epic clash, I purchase my ticket to see this fight which is complemented by the most stacked card in recent memory.

April 27th, 2015: Jon Jones turns himself in to Albuquerque police after being named the lead suspect in a felony hit-and-run where a pregnant woman suffered a broken arm.

April 28, 2015: Soon after meeting with Jon Jones, UFC officials make the decision to strip Jones of the UFC Light Heavyweight Championship and remove him from the UFC 187 main event.

April 28, 2015: I understand the decision, but continue to check search engines to find out when the UFC will offer a refund after changing the main event.

April 30, 2015 – Tired of waiting, I write to Ticketmaster, asking them for a refund. They state that there has been no word from the promoter offering refunds, therefore, they could not help me.

May 11, 2015 – After reaching out to the UFC multiple times about providing me with a refund and receiving no reply, I post the aforementioned letter demanding a refund not only on behalf of myself, but of all consumers who paid to see Jon Jones.

May 14, 2015 – With the event now a week away, I write Ticketmaster once again. I demand a refund and tell them that if they cannot give me the refund, they need to contact the promoter and get one for me. They responded saying they would send a “request for clarification” to the promoter and get back to me. They never got back to me.

May 16th, 2015: I send yet another e-mail to Ticketmaster. This time I reminded them of the Nevada Administrative Code 467.255 which states that if there is a change in the main event, “the promoter must refund the patron’s money if the patron presents the ticket or the ticket stub at the box office before the opening contest or exhibition of the program is scheduled to begin. The box office must remain open a reasonable length of time to redeem such tickets.”

Then, during a routine check of my checking account yesterday, I discover I have an extra $400 bucks in my account. And sure enough, that is the cost of my refunded UFC 187 ticket. I have not received an e-mail from Ticketmaster or the UFC acknowledging they have given me a refund. It’s almost as if they begrudgingly gave me the refund as if to say, “There, now go the fuck away.” It feels almost like hush money. Who gives a refund and does not send an e-mail acknowledging the consumer of it? Or at least a generic, “Your issue has been resolved” e-mail? Nothing at all. I don’t know if it was Ticketmaster who didn’t want to get pulled into this any further so just decided to give me the money, or if the UFC granted it themselves after realizing that I wasn’t going away. If I had to guess, I’d say that the UFC decided to give me the refund because they knew they had no choice when the ticket vender themselves pressed them on the matter.
UFC 187 is a great, great card. Hell, I’m going to order the Pay Per View and I have every intention of enjoying every fight from the prelims all the way down to the altered main event. So for all ticket holders to this event, enjoy the show! But this post is for two people: Those who paid to see Jon Jones and just gave up, thinking they can’t get a refund, and those who need to know that as a consumer YOU DO HAVE RIGHTS, and if a main event is changed in the future, you need to follow the steps that I did: Write the ticket vender, write the UFC, if you get no response, THREATEN the UFC, and remind them that the law is on your side. Fortunately, the state of Nevada’s laws made it easier for me, but chances are, this law or similar laws will work in your favor if you find yourself in the position I did. And for those who paid to see Jones, IT IS NOT TOO LATE TO GET YOUR REFUND IF YOU WANT ONE! WRITE YOUR TICKET VENDER! REMIND THEM OF NEVADA ADMINISTRATIVE CODE 467.255, and as long as you purchased your ticket before they changed the main event, they MUST refund your money. The UFC knows that by not making this information public, not many people will ask for a refund or fight for a refund. I hope that by making THIS post public, MMA fans and sporting events consumers around the world will learn that even in the face of the daunting “Card is Subject to Change” bill, promoters cannot abuse this and we, the consumer, still have rights. And the reason why I continue to reach out to MMA sites and insiders on this matter is because I feel they have a responsibility to educate the consumer and MMA fans on matters like this for the simple fact that we all know the UFC won’t. We know that promoters won’t make this information public because they want to keep as much of the profit they can. But for those who report on MMA, I am sending this to you because the right thing to do is to use YOUR voice to educate YOUR followers and YOUR fans about matters like this. My voice may reach a few hundred if I’m lucky, but your voice can reach thousands. They say that with power comes responsibility. I say with A VOICE comes responsibility. A responsibility to do right by those who take the time to listen to that voice and support you. UFC and MMA fans CAN get a refund if the main event is changed, even if the cause of the change is the car wreck that is Jon Jones’s life.

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Johns Hopkins University Poem

*Johns Hopkins University*

It was the night before Christmas,
When a dying Johns Hopkins
Bequeathed the gift of life
To our university and Johns Hopkins Hospital—
So that our residents could return this gift
To patients of America, China, Italy, and Singapore…
Ensuring hundreds of years after Johns’s last breath,
He will live on long after his death.

Who says scientists don’t believe in miracles?

Johns’s philanthropic donation transplanted hospitals
with
the heart of medical care:
The birth of cardiac surgery, the electronic defibrillator, and CPR.
Now today, like Johns, what were thought to be last breaths, have resurrected…
As Blue Jays who rise to challenges not only on the LAX field where we beat defeat
more than any program in Division I Men’s Lacrosse,
but also in medicine:

Discovering restriction enzymes leading to the spawn of genetic engineering.

Striking a bone-marrow treatment for Sickle Cell Anemia using only half-matches.

Matchmakers revamping kidney transplants through plasmapheresis, making A and B compatible.

Developing embryonic stem cells to cultivate the growth of man.

And being the first major medical school to admit—and thus celebrate
The Growth of Woman.

Through the first admission of 1893,
A mother and grandmother can hear the cry of
Their now generation announcing her admission
Into the #1 Medical School in America, with the shared dream of
Her someday working for America’s best hospital.
Where like the residents of Johns Hopkins Hospital,
She can commit to treating Alzheimer’s—
In hopes that her grandmother can remember her graduation.

Looking back at her walking the stage to join men and women who have mastered their respective
majors:
Graduates of the nation’s best nursing program, as well as one of the most esteemed schools of education.
Joining Blue Jays who sang and pranced in dance in the conservatory of the prestigious Peabody Institute,
And other Blue Jays of every color
From every major.

The Blue Jay remembers taking strolls on The Beach with friends outside Eisenhower,
And taking in Charm City’s National Aquarium
to complete the
Inner Harbor experience.

She remembers joining friends in The Nest, to watch the best Lacrosse team in the country…
And she remembers flying out of her mother’s nest,
To aid the next generation of the nation.

On this graduation day, mother and grandmother watch their Blue Jay walk
With school complete,
But she has much more work to do.
She will be a resident at Johns Hopkins Hospital,
Where she will continue to fight for more medical achievements,
Such as the accepted treatment for Alzheimer’s.

It may be too late for her grandmother, and the victims who
Have already fallen behind,
But she can walk forward to ensure
That future generations that meet this disease
Will not succumb to the sad fallen tracks—
By continuing the pattern of Hopkins discoveries
And Progressing to
The Promise of Tomorrow.

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Yale University Poem

*Yale University*

These Bright College Years are made from the bonds of a blue solidarity.
The friendships that much like our towers—stand strong through the turns.
Hail Yale!
Gating an unmatched urban beauty carried by our pristine name;
Our safe Haven of a college experience resided only by owners,
&
Guarded by loyal Bulldogs.

Yale’s Gale
Is in our gusts of laughter; in the speed of our team rushing through Crimson—
Bypassing the impasse of blood’s course to sweat past the blocks and stay the course
to win the annual game.
When they ask you which school was left standing, with its valor and verve withstanding,
Proudly stand and like Handsome Dan:
Yell Yale.

In truth,
From within & in
the stacks of our multi-storied libraries,
We are the enlightened minds that
even from our windowless tombs—brighten this world.
When providing a tale of a historic prominence in college culture,
Tell Yale.

Illustrate the clean finish of our University Art Gallery as the
first university art museum. When describing the collections of modern American art that cross the Indo-Pacific and blend with over 100,000 assorted works, don’t leave out our distinguished social clubs that discuss the arts like the Lizzie.
Yale’s story is one of tradition. It is told in the songs of the Whiffenpoofs on Mondays, when Yalies meet at Mory’s.
It is honor societies in an inclusive society, where being gay doesn’t warrant a secret society. At Yale, the victory over intolerance is celebrated in an annual Co-Op Dance:
Hail Yale!
Feel the draft of this beer relay where every background and color run together to further our tolerance as we make our rounds:
Pale Ale.
Though Bladderball is over, our bladders still answer the call:
Hail Yale!
We’ve housed many cups to swim in:
The Gimbel Cup where the highest GPA reigns,
In athletics and drinking where cups of forces have clashed—
That’s our
Tyng & Tang.
Yalies toss worries aside like a Frisbee by the Quad leading to Spring Fling,
our main attraction with music and co-action:
Moon-bouncing until the light fades into the break of day—when we find contemplation at the library courtyard,
marking our time in this chance we’ve been given:

The pyramid of Yale that leads to the sun.

We’ve reached the top of the college chain and when only seconds remain,
Ready feet smash clay pipes beneath the sun-induced tears,
and thus shut
these
Bright
College
Years.

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UW Madison Poem

UW Madison Poem.

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Washington University in St. Louis Poem

Washington University in St. Louis Poem.

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Smith College Poem

*Smith College*

She sings a snaring song.
A song not to dance to,
But dedicated to gliding forward.

She sings a mind-altering song for
Those who were always told it is unsafe
To dive the waters.

She sings of writers and activists,
First Ladies and authors who
Went With the Wind…
Until in the new place she has now found:
Her name is read beyond this mailbox,
Proving she arrived &
She belongs.

She sings a song.

A song of Ivy Days radiating perennial blue
In the firmament of the North she resides.
A song rising like Delphinium Blue Birds
that echoes,
We are not flowers;
We are
The Earth.

A song shared with her six brilliant sisters
Whose sibling rivalries have pushed her off the stairs
Into the Illumination waiting in the night.

She sings her song
Without sorrow,
How sweetly it sounds
of tomorrow.

She sings to her sisters, the mothers, your daughters,
She sings to the world,
I have made it here,
On her own, that’s the song
Of a Pioneer.

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NJIT Poem

*NJIT*

Up the grand staircase of Eberhardt Hall—
The larger-than-life landmark of NJIT,
A Class of ’85 Physics major passed the railing of black walnut
and beheld his greatest discovery.
Ten years after his final science assignment,
He found that it is not only the astronomers
who depend on the alignment of the stars.
This ten-year reunion spurred a new beginning
from functions only then fully awakened.
An Alumni Weekend offering a beneficiation
of the Cosmos,
allowing the unknown to process then extract life.

The Biogenesis.

His discovery had made contributions
inside Guttenberg a decade ago,
a true product of the sciences,
and on this night it was the physicist’s
beautiful discovery
That also found him.

The physicist left the reunion
With this discovery that escaped
Him during his four-year tenure.
With an amorous equipoise,
They walked out together
to the wonders of love.
Today, twenty years later,
Their creation is in the
MFC cleanroom,

Depositing a life’s work with discoveries of his own.

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UW Madison Poem

*UW—Madison*

Go On, Wisconsin.

Proceed as the Badgers that burrow through this state’s bureaus
&
Mine a line of reform that runs roughshod throughout these United States.
Stay the activists on the frontlines who major in change.
So say we, The People’s Republic of Madison.
The residents of The City of Four Lakes who occupy the reasonably radical in march for an advancing nation.

Advance, Wisconsin.

Inform the World with your voice that
War Is Not the Answer—
Only the Dub.

Go on, WHA and WSUM 91.7. Tell them about the havoc wreaked on Mifflin Street that the authorities tried to quell, but in unison:
We Rebelled.
This May Saturday is open to the entire block, and indeed the entire block of the Midwest.
Go on, Daily Cardinal and Badger Herald. Tell them about the all-campus parties that fall in the spring, then seem to spring again each winter, while other cities hold out for summer.
Tell them that Bucky throws a hell of a party.
Oh how we danced the night away at Club Bucky and then jammed till the break of dawn at Buckystock. And like all the other Badgers, Bucky still rises at the morning sun to carry the Cardinal and White flag out onto the field at Camp Randall Stadium.

Forward goes our driving spirit long before the football is even snapped. And when the game endures, our endurance only strengthens, as the stands quake by 80,000 Badgers Strong:
Jumping Around.

You haven’t had a football experience like this before; because you’ve never been in a town like this before. Where the town and school fuse as one family. Blood is thicker than water, and here in Wisconsin,
We all Bleed the Same Red.
When we claim Paul Bunyan’s Axe,
We Bleed.
When we plowed to the Rose Bowl Championship under Barry Alvarez,
We Bled Red.
When we claim the Heartland Trophy and The Big Ten Football Championship,
We Bust Open with Pride,
And spill onto the Kohl Center as
The Grateful Red
to cheer on Bo Ryan’s Crew
&
Never Fade Away.

Kohl Center remains solid on ice,
With the best fans in college hockey,
As in ’O6 when we celebrated twice,
With both Men’s & Women’s priding Bucky.

There goes Sara Bauer! Slashing through the lines!
Wisconsin showers women like Sara Bauer, who hold this town together much like a Mortar,
And the school needs women of wit and verve like Abby Taubner—
The promising
Weekend Reporters.

As visitors and residents remain in awe of our State Capitol, the Badgers of UW inhabit the Memorial Union.
They savor the Rathskeller Ale,
Then snowball fight on Bascom Hill.
These weekends make Madison a college city,
With parties in Ogg, Sellery, and Witte.

Before & after the party scene,
We maintain a spectacular scene.

Hangouts in the warmth of Memorial Union Terrace with kick-backs and snacks.
The students go sailing in voyages of vast & joyous waters with winds of discovery and crashes of camaraderie waiting on the shores. They row, row, row along this terrace, crafting new findings of beauty; and together breathing her name.

They walk along with wildlife down the smooth dirt course of Lakeshore Path: Living in touch with the striking colors of change in seasons, with a breathtaking view of Lake Mendota.

They settle at sweet summer spots like Picnic Point and Muir Knoll to draw in this divine creation.

This is the place where every person in our student body is a member of the Cheese Club,
Because no one can stop smiling.

God Bless this School.

This was meant to be your school.
Badgers, this was meant to be your song.

On, Wisconsin

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Washington University in St. Louis Poem

*Wash. U.*

We Believe
“Happiness and Moral Duty are inseparably connected.”
Fair Washington, Our Home—
For the virtuous & eclectic.
Sweet are these halls of blended lights endowed in truth,
Blessed Hearts
keep these days—
Days of yore & days of youth.
Eternity is the straw for which we draw the times of awe;
In Honor,
We hold thy august name
firmly taut in the Bear Claw.
Through honest minds and wary tongues
We rest sound with what we achieve,
Strength is solely gathered through truth;
Our Fair Washington,
We Believe.

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