#Oxford Mississippi

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okay real talk.... how many of you fuckers are in oxford ms.... i may or may not be making a discord...

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“We asked Andy if Thacker had any leftover files at Southern Docs and he came up with about a dozen shows including this Christmas show,” Dees notes.

“It’s a real kick to hear Jake and Shannon and everybody from ten years ago. Christmas Eve falls on a Saturday this year so it’s perfect timing for this.”

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Rowan Oak, home of William Faulkner, in Oxford, Mississippi, United States

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I'm planning to join a local League soon, but I don't know many of the local Pokemon or gyms. I'm in Northern MS BTW

Northern Mississippi has a few gyms. Depending on what kind of challenge you're looking for, you might consider facing:

Oxford ghost-type gym

The Oxford gym is run in part by Ole Miss, so its gym trainers are mainly college students. Previously a grass-type gym, it was revitalized by a gym leader who made extensive use of Gourgeist and Trevenant, prompting the switch over to a ghost-type gym - the only one in Mississippi.

2. Tupelo electric-type gym

While the Tupelo gym is a relatively small one, it's definitely not easy. The gym centers around music, and the leader is a retired rock singer who uses a formidable Electivire.

3. Southaven normal-type gym

Mississippi's newest gym, this is also the state's biggest, and is renowned for its state-of-the-art facilities. Trainers from nearby Memphis often come to train their Pokemon here, or simply to lounge by the gym's pool. A team of four gym leaders run the gym, with which one a challenger faces determined by how many badges they already have and how well they fare against the gym trainers.

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JP Staples biography: 13 things about Plano, Texas man

James Pearson Staples James Pearson Staples is an American man from Plano, Texas, United States. His nickname is JP. Staples is Albert James “Jay” Staples Jr. and Bethany “Beth” Bailey Staples‘ son. Jay’s sister Monica Staples Meyer is married to Brad Meyer. On January 29, 1981, Jay and Monica’s father Albert James “AJ” Staples Sr. died in Dallas, Texas. AJ was 37.  Who is JP Staples? JP is…

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Approximately 55% of students who participate in clubs, teams or organizations experience some form of hazing during college, according to the Hazing Prevention Network. In 95% of cases, students who were hazed did not report their experience, according to StopHazing. 

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Man charged with murder of Ole Miss student released on bond

Man charged with murder of Ole Miss student released on bond

OXFORD, Miss. — The man charged with first-degree murder in the case of a University of Mississippi student who has been missing since early July was released on a $250,000 bond Thursday. Sheldon Timothy Herrington Jr., 22, faces a murder charge for the suspected killing of 20-year-old Jimmie “Jay” Lee, whose body has yet to be found after his July 8 disappearance. Lee was well-known in the LGBTQ…

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A LITTLE PORK ON THERE, SOME OF THE VEGETABLE, BUT SUGGESTING THAT WE INSPECT THE GARAGE. YOU GET THE SEASONED PORK. THAT'S BABY CILANTRO. FROM WOODSON RIDGE DOWN IN OXFORD, MISSISSIPPI. WE COULDN'T SEEM TO BE MOST RELATED WITH THE SANDLORDS OF LAB, ANYMORE. THAT IS THE SHOW I AM TO THE HIDE OF BEGINS. WE LIKE TO TAKE TUESDAY NIGHT EVENING TO LOOK AT IT FROM A THIRD CHANCE. HOLY COUGH! MOM! WE JUST NEED MORE. SO, WHO'S NEXT? AND WHERE'S THE BEST SHOW? HOLY COUGH!

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Over the last few weeks, I have been spending my time working on my save file because I'm gearing up to start a Let's Play series on Youtube. As I've been building the stories for the characters in my save file, I started thinking about the Sims universe as a whole and how I want my Sims to travel between worlds. It got me thinking that some worlds feel like they're just a short 4-hour car ride away, while others feel like you'd need a plane to get there.

So, I decided to map out my sims universe. I got a lot of inspiration from different Reddit posts as well as the EA descriptions of each world. This has been so helpful for me as I plan out the buildings I want to place in each world. It has been so helpful with finding inspiration for creating builds. I hope you can find this helpful too.

I'm really happy about my Sims universe turned out. I'd love to hear what you think about it! Are there any worlds you disagree with me on? Also, when are we getting an African world, EA?

United States

New Crest reminds me of suburban New York, mostly because you can still the city skyline from there.

Brindleton Bay reminds me so much of New England.

San Myshuno is quite obviously New York.

Willow Creek gives me a New Orleans vibe.

Magnolia Promenade is somewhere in the south because of the name (magnolias grow in the mostly in Southern United States - Mississippi, Louisiana, Alabama, Florida, Georgia, and South Carolina). I placed it close to Willow Creek for story telling purposes.

Chestnut Ridge gives me a strong Texas vibe.

Del Sol Valley is undoubtedly Los Angeles.

Oasis Springs I think of as Palm Springs with the desert and all, also the Langraabs live there.

San Sequoia I think of as San Francisco mainly because of the Golden Gate Bridge and Bay area, I have all my tech gurus living up there.

Strangerville is straight up Area 51 with all the weird stuff going on there.

Granite Falls gives me a National Park vibe, so I chose my favorite, Yellowstone which is mostly in Wyoming.

Copperdale seems to be in the rocky mountains, I placed it in Montana because of the old mining town description. Butte, Montana used to be a huge mining town.

Moonwood Mill reminds so much of the thick woods in the Pacific West somewhere Washington or Oregon.

Glimmerbrook I imagine is close to Moonwood Mill and the witches and the werewolves are always beefing.

Evergreen Harbor gives me a strong Pacific West port city like Vancouver (I know Vancouver is not in the US, but you get the drift).

Sulani reminds me so much of Hawaii, the beautiful beaches, volcanoes, and mountains and the culture portrayed by Sulanians.

South America

Selvadorara gives a strong Amazonian vibe so I placed it in Brazil.

Europe

Britchester because of Britchester uinversity reminds me of Universtiy of Oxford, or University of Cambridge so I placed it in the UK.

Henford-on-Bagley gives off a strong English country vibe so I placed it South Central England.

Windenburg gives off a German vibe because of the style of buildings placed in the world.

Forgotten Hollow I think of as somewhere in Transylvania so I placed it in Romania.

Tartosa is undoubtedly mediterranean so I placed it in Italy.

Asia

Tomarang with the tuk tuks and the tiger sanctuary reminds me of Indonesia.

Mt. Komorebi, my absolute favorte world, is Japan. I can't wait to visit someday.

P.S. Batuu is not included in my sims universe because it is in space, I don't anticipate my sims ever traveling there, but if I ever feel otherwise, I will include it in here.

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After the Supreme Court ruled that James Meredith — a Black college student — had the constitutional right to register for classes at the University of Mississippi (Ole Miss), Mississippi Governor Ross Barnett personally blocked Meredith's admission.

On September 29, 1962, President Kennedy deployed federal marshals to Oxford, Mississippi. Ultimately, it took 3,000 U.S. troops, federal marshals, and national guardsmen to get James Meredith to class in the midst of a violent, pro-segregation riot that left two dead and 300 injured.

Meredith received his Bachelor of Arts degree in August of 1963. He had already taken several years of college courses at an all-Black college before enrolling at Ole Miss.

We cannot live up to our greatest ideals without confronting the realities of our history.

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The Canadian Miracle

"The Canadian Miracle" is a short story published today by @tordotcom; it's set in the world of The Lost Cause, my forthcoming @torbooks novel.

I'm serializing it on my podcast! Here's part one.

Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.

— Fred Rogers (1986)

It’s a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud.

— Bing Crosby (1927)

I arrived in Oxford with the first wave of Blue Helmets, choppered in along with our gear, touching down on a hospital roof, both so that our doctors and nurses could get straight to work, and because it was one of the few buildings left with a helipad and backup generators and its own water filtration.

Humping my bag down the stairs to the waterlogged ground levels was a nightmare, even by Calgary standards. People lay on the stairs, sick and injured, and navigating them without stepping on them was like an endless nightmare of near-falls and weak moans from people too weak to curse me. I met a nurse halfway down and she took my bag from me and set it down on the landing and gave me a warm hug. “Welcome,” she said, and looked deep into my eyes. We were both young and both women but she was Black and American and I was white and Canadian. I came from a country where, for the first time in a hundred years, there was a generation that wasn’t terrified of the future. She came from a country where everybody knew they had no future.

I hugged her back and she told me my lips were cracked and ordered me to drink water and watched me do it. “This lady’s with the Canadians. They came to help,” she said to her patients on the stairs. Some of them smiled and murmured at me. Others just stared at the backs of their eyelids, reliving their traumas or tracing the contours of their pain.

“I’m Alisha,” I said.

“Elnora,” she said. She was taller than me and had to bend a little to whisper in my ear. “You take care of yourself, okay? You go out there trying to help everyone who needs it, you’re going to need help, too. I’ve seen it.”

“I’ve seen it, too,” I said. “Thank you. I hope you don’t mind if I give you the same advice.”

She made a comical angry face and then smiled. She looked exhausted. “That’s all right, I probably need to hear it.”

My fellow Blue Helmets had been squeezing past us, trudging down the staircase with their own bags. I shouldered mine and joined them. Elnora waved at me as I left, then bent to her next patient.

I stepped out into the wet, heavy air of the Mississippi afternoon, the languid breeze scented with sewage, rot, and smoke. My clothes were immediately saturated with water sucked out of the ambient humidity, and I could feel myself pitting out. Squinting, fumbling for my sunglasses, it took me a moment to spot the group of angry men standing by the hospital entrance. Red hats, open-carry AR-15s. It was the local Maga Club. On closer inspection, a few of them were women, and while they skewed older, there was a smattering of young adults, and, heartbreakingly, a good number of small kids, holding signs demanding foreign agitators out of mississippi!

Bekka, a Cree woman from Saskatchewan who’d been my seat buddy on the helicopter ride, leaned in. “Straight outta central casting.”

At first, I thought she was right. Weather-beaten, white, unhealthy in that way poor Americans are, lacking access to basic preventative care. They looked so angry. Plus, the guns. But there was something else there, and I couldn’t put my finger on it until I spotted a sign being held aloft by a heavyset, middle-aged guy with wraparound shades and a sweat-sheened face: our lives matter too.

I knew he meant it in a gross way, but I couldn’t argue with it.

Read the rest on Tor.com, or listen to it on my podcast!

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HENRI CARTIER–BRESSON (1908–2004)

William Faulkner, Oxford, Mississippi, 1947

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portrait of trucker johnny brown, jr. from oxford, mississippi.  interstate 40, new mexico.  january 2023

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Just Once (Pt. 1) ~ Elvis

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A/N: I know it’s kinda slow going but it’s going to pick up, I promise. I want this to be a longer series so I’m kinda hoping for this to be 15-20 parts.

Prompt: You and Elvis became friends in high school, spending time goofing off with him and his other friends. All the time spent together caused Elvis to catch feelings for you. You never wanted to admit it yet you always felt the same. Then, he began touring across the state. Between finishing school and working, it was hard for you to come see him. But all it took was a phone call from Elvis to get you in a seat in his next performance. What happens when you see him is something that you didn’t expect.

Warning(s): pg-13 ish, some mild language, but this series will become more 18+ as it progresses.

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Tag list: @otherbluefae @shynovelist @kaitaesupremacy @kendralavon7

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September 1950

The ringing of the school bell signified the beginning of the first day of Sophomore year. You were well prepared for your first day in a new school, having read the required books over summer and having all of your supplies out and on the desk for class to begin.

As you opened your notebook to take notes the door to the classroom opened, catching your attention quickly. In walked a boy with dark hair that had been combed over with hair gel wearing a striped suit. You hadn’t noticed that you had been watching intently until he spoke up.

“I-I’m sorry I’m late, ma’am,” He stuttered his apology to Mrs. Davis as he made is way towards the only empty desk, next to you. Mrs. Davis quickly dismissed him, assuring him that it is the first day of school.

When the raven-haired boy sat next to you, he began to pull out materials from his bag when he noticed you sitting beside him. “Hey, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you ‘round here before, are you new?,” He whispered to you as the teacher began going over classroom rules.

You turn your attention to him, a small smile appearing on your face when he said hello. You nod shyly, “Yeah, I’m new. I moved here ‘bout a month ago from Oxford,” You whispered back, your eyes adverting towards the teacher and trying not to get caught by Mrs. Davis.

His bright blue eyes widened at the mention of Huntsville, “Like as in Oxford Mississippi?” He asked, eager to know your response. You let out a small laugh from his reaction, nodding quickly. “I’m from Mississippi too.. Tupelo.” He whisper-yells in excitement, causing the smile to spread across your face. “That’s awesome. We’re

Then he made the realization that you don’t even know his name yet. “Oh, by the way I-I’m Elvis,” He said, reaching his hand out for you. “It’s nice to meet you, Elvis. I’m Y/N,” You put your smaller hand into his, shaking his hand politely.

You spent the rest of class having side conversations with each other, talking about anything and everything in between. Although it was difficult to carry conversations without getting caught by Mrs. Davis. It was hard to explain, but something in your heart knew that Elvis was going to be your friend and he wasn’t going anywhere.

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July 1951

Today was a warm summer day under the Memphis sun, the humidity radiating through the air. Mommy and Daddy are out for the day for their anniversary, leaving you at home to deal with the heat. Even in your shorts and tank top, it just seemed like nothing was cooling you off. Then like an answer to prayer, Elvis called with plans.

“I-I was thinkin’ ‘bout going to the creek with Red and George here soon. Would you wanna join us?” He asked. A smile spread across your face, already thinking of the nice cool water. “I’m in,” You agree, a hint of excitement in your voice that makes Elvis grin into the phone. “We’ll come by and get ya soon so be ready,” He finished, saying your goodbyes before hanging up the phone to get ready.

You changed into a red and white striped two-piece bathing suit. The top had a knot that was tied between the cups, creating a simple yet cute design. The bottoms were mid-rise, covering most of your behind while accentuating your waist. Not too prude but not too showy.

As you slide into some flip flops and grab your towel, you hear the honking of a car out front to signal they were here. You rushed out the door before making your way into the car and Elvis caught a look at you in your bathing suit from the driver’s seat as you came closer, causing his breathing to hitch in his throat. She looks so ho-, His thoughts were interrupted as you opened the door to enter and all conversations halted. “Hello, boys,” You say as you situate in your seat placed besides George in the back, Red placed in the passenger side. They each said their hellos, Elvis’s coming out more enthusiastic than he hoped but you never seemed to notice.

Conversations begin again with you joining in every once in awhile but mainly enjoying the scenery outside the window. Oddly, Elvis was more quiet than usual so you made a mental note to ask him about it later. Eventually you glanced up and caught Elvis’ eyes in the rearview mirror for moment before his eyes shot back towards the road.

The small interaction caused your cheeks to burn and turn a rosy shade of pink. You hadn’t noticed but Elvis’s left leg began to shake up and down slightly, something he did whenever he was nervous. You turn your attention back to the window to allow your cheeks to return to normal, all while the car pulled into the gravel close to the creek.

Elvis parked the car and his playful smile grew as the creek came into view, forgetting the past few (hormonal) moments. A few people were already accompanying the waters, some on floats and drifting along with the water. “Time to get wet!” Red joked, earning a few laughs as he hopped out of the car followed by yourself and George.

Excitement grew inside you, considering that swimming is one of your favorite things since you were a child. As all the boys began walking towards the water, you began sprinting full speed until you reached the edge where land meets water. For a split second you turn around to look at the boys, all of which were beginning to sprint themselves, before totally immersing yourself into the water.

When the boys joined in, you all began splashing each other and trying to dunk each other underwater. During the play fighting, George splashed you with water which caused you to burst into laughter. In the middle of trying to splash him back, Elvis came up behind you and picked you up over his shoulder.

You began to shriek, “Elvis!” You exclaim between laughs, kicking your legs around as he tightened his grip. “I’m gonna throw you,” He teased, making little gestures to pretend like he was going to throw you which caused you to shriek more. “Put me down, Elvis pleaseeee,” You begged, your belly hurting from laughing so much.

“Only if you say that I am the most handsome guy in the world,” He negotiated, the biggest grin plastered on his face. “What? Oh c’monnn,” You joked which made him pretend to throw you once more. “Okay okay okay!! You’re the most handsome guy in the world,” You mumble.

“Louder!” Elvis teased as he held you up on his shoulder. “You’re the most handsome guy in the world!” You say louder, grabbing onto his arms for stability. He began to lower you off his shoulder, “Awww,” He cooed. “Too bad you’re goin’ down anyways,” He spoke quickly before dropping you into the water. All the boys began to break out into laughter as they watch you go under.

You pushed yourself back up to the surface, pushing your wet hair off your face before swimming closer to Elvis. The wide grin never left his face as you reached for him and once you grabbed him, you began to play wrestle with him in the water. When you reached to softly punch his arm, he grabbed both your wrists with his hands which pulled you closer to his chest.

Before you knew it you were inches away from his face, only noticing when you felt his breath fanning your face. Although unintentional, Elvis was liking the feeling of you pressed against him and only inches away. Part of him wanted more of you and he contemplated going for it but he was a bit stunned. Your eyes lock with his and for a moment you swore he leaned in closer. Your heart began to beat faster and an unfamiliar feeling in your belly began to bubble which caused you to panic.

“I just want to be friends,” You blurt out before he got too close. An expression of confusion, and a hint of sadness, flickered across Elvis’s face but he quickly recovered and let go of your wrists. You swore you could have died from embarrassment.

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March 1952

Oddly enough, you found yourself becoming best friends with Elvis after the creek incident. Elvis stopped by your house the day after to talk about things that happened. You told him about your fear of losing him as one of your close friends, so you don’t want to do anything that would jeopardize that. He had reassured you that he wouldn’t ever try anything again, but told you that he wouldn’t promise not to flirt sometimes. To that you laughed and rolled your eyes.

From that day forward, you talked to Elvis at least every other day and told him everything. You felt like you could tell him anything and he would support you. It also helped that he was constantly complimenting you. It boosted your ego, even if you didn’t want to admit that to him.

Today, you had plans to go to the diner with Elvis. You were dressed in a white short-sleeve top tucked into a pink flowy skirt with black kitten heels. A honk was heard from the front of the house, urging you to come out. You grinned as you checked yourself in the hallway mirror once more before running out the door and into his car.

“You look absolutely beautiful, miss y/l/n,” He said in a low tone. His voice has been getting deeper lately and something about it gives you a little fuzzy feeling. Stop it.

When you snap back to reality you realized you hadn’t responded. How embarrassing. “Thank you,” You respond shyly as you buckled your seatbelt on. “No, thank you,” He teased with a wink as he pulled away. This is going to be a long day..

When you arrive at the diner, you both find a booth for two in the corner. The diner was adorned in black and white checkered floors, bright red leather booths, and white tables. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and eggs permeated the air. However, your favorite thing to order was their strawberry milkshake.

The waitress approached the booth and pulled out her notepad. “What can I get for the lovely couple today?,” She said sweetly. Redness covers your cheeks as you hid behind a menu as a smirk formed in the corner of Elvis’s lips.

“Actually,” You began to protest, but thought it would be more embarrassing to correct her. Your eyes shot back to Elvis for a moment, his eyebrows raised in amusement. “What’s that, baby?” He teased, emphasizing ‘baby’. You shot him a playful glare before looking back at the waitress.

“Can I just have a strawberry milkshake please?” You smiled at her as you hand her your menu. Elvis let out a small chuckle at your lack of protest, “Same for me, ma’am,” He responded and earned a nod from the waitress. “I’ll be back with that,” She said, dismissing herself.

“Elvis Aaron Presley,” You warned teasingly, pointing a finger at him as he continued grinning like an idiot. You couldn’t help but to let out a giggle, shaking your head. “Look, a man can dream,” He said half-jokingly.

You began to chit chat about little things, asking about his parents and telling him about your own. Then as conversation died, you began to ask each other deeper questions. “So what do you want to do in life, Presley?” You probed, gently nudging him in the leg with your foot to grab his attention again. Elvis’ eyes darted to you from the table, a bright smile on his face at the question. “I-I’ve always wanted to sing. To make music!” He spoke enthusiastically.

With the amount of excitement he exuded, you couldn’t help but to grin at him. “Really? Hmm.” You hummed, tilting your head to pretend to be in thought. “Elvis Presley, global superstar!” You flare your fingers to mimic flashing lights. “I can see it already.” He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head at how goofy you were and you soon joined him in laughter.

“But no seriously, I bet you could do it. Let me hear you sometime,” You suggested, earning a hopeful look from him. He opened his mouth to speak as the waitress approached. “Alright, here you lovebirds are!” She sing-songed, placing the milkshake glasses in front of the both of you. “Thank you,” You both say in unison and she smiled before she walked away.

“When I take you home,” Elvis said as he placed his straw into the shake. You frowned in confusion for a moment, quickly remembering the conversation before the waitress arrived. “Ooo! Dessert and a personal concert. You sure know how to treat a lady,” You joked with him.

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After the milkshakes, you went back to your house to hang out and hear him sing. You were too excited to hear him sing that the second you walked into the door, you grabbed his arm and dragged him to the living room. He followed close behind, laughing at how ridiculous you were while taking a seat on the couch when you finally let him go.

You sat on the chair across from the couch with your chin in your palm, looking at him eagerly. “You really wanna hear me sing?” He teased. “C’mon, of course I do,” You encouraged him to begin. He cleared his throat before he looked at you, pausing. “Well I don’t know if I can do it when you’re lookin’ at me like that,” He said as his knee began to shake up and down again.

“Why? Do I make you nervous?” You asked jokingly. A moment of silence. “Yeah,” He said in a softer voice filled with honesty. You gave him a quick nod, “Okay, I’ll turn around. It will be like I’m not even here,” You turn in the chair so your back is facing him.

Elvis took in a deep but shaky breath, trying to calm his nerves. He closed his eyes to help as he began to sing, his deep velvety voice filling the room. Your eyes widened slightly within seconds, absolutely stunned at his voice. Despite his nervousness he went through the song beautifully and leaving you in awe.

“Elvis…” You began as you started turning around to face him again. Nervousness filled through Elvis’s body as he awaited for your reaction. Never has he ever been this nervous about a girl before. For a moment you couldn’t think of words to explain how wonderful he is. “I’m not just saying this because you’re my best friend but you have a beautiful voice.” You finally find the words.

Relief washed over him at those words and he relaxed in the seat, “You really think so?” He asked in reassurance. You nod frantically, “I know so. I also know that the world needs to hear your voice. You gotta do somethin’ with it,” You encouraged. And little did you know, those words would later kickstart the beginning of Elvis’ career.