it gets dark here far too early.

Every person on the street stares into your car window as you drive by, with a look of resentment. A large crowd gathers on the corner, filing into an open cathedral, hoping that there’s enough soup for their hungry stomachs. People sit against cold brick buildings, waiting for something, like a lonely child waiting for their parent to pick them up from school. It’s hard to see the mountains with so many old decrepit buildings, looming over top of the streets. People walk down the streets with tired, sad faces, like a funeral procession. There’s no natural light, but rather a collage of neon glow, headlights and red and blue police lights; it seems like the moon doesn’t want anything to do with this place.

dear shaina.

this weekend was the most compromised of my life. everything, and that's not a bad hyperbole, but honestly everything, has steered me away from seeing marie antoinette. let's review:

1. on thursday night we decided to head to the biggest movie theatre i've ever seen. i looked up the worldwide release dates for the film, and it was playing there, so i mean, i had to go right? well, the other three people i went with, though very nice and sweet, heard people say that it was a terrible movie. first off, sofia coppola does not make bad movies. it's not subjective. her movies are not subjective. they are all amazing. anyways, i couldn't pull enough of a vote to change their minds, so we went and saw the presige, which was pretty good i suppose.

2. today we went to a&b sound, where i was planning on picking up the soundtrack. little did i know that there have been some complications with their distrobution, and they weren't carrying it.

so i wish you were here so we could:

1. go see that beautiful movie.
2. listen to the soundtrack on a real cd. sometimes (actually most of the time) listening to music on a computer just doesn't do it. you know?

either way, i've still got tonight to find my way there. hopefully things will work out.

Love,
Jamison.

sofia.

i can not get over this record.

shaina has a really funny way of being prophetic. the night i got it, her msn little name was "new wave is the answer to every question tonight". shaina, new wave is the answer to every question...ever:

"dear jamison, what is the opposite of an old wave?"
new wave.

"dear jamison, what genre of music has and will transcend generations, and will make our grandchildren shake their bums, just as we do today, and our parents did way back when?"
new wave.

"dear jamison, my girlfriend just dumped me, what should i do?"
new wave.

either way, if your in anyways lucky enough to have ears, and drums inside of them, then go right now and buy the marie antoinette soundtrack. you'll dance, you'll cry, you'll probably go..."hmmm?", chances are you might even decide for yourself that new wave can save the world. just as i have.

this weekend i decided that people shouldn't put that much importance on talking to babies. i mean, when you say, "hey there! how are you!?", you know what's going to happen. NOTHING. the baby is going to look at you, with scared eyes, and just sit there. it can't talk. now i'm sure that if people didn't talk to babies they wouldn't learn how to talk. but you know what, i wouldn't mind a generation of people who just kept their mouths shut. case in point: my philosophy of worship class. people need to realize that not every member of the class wants to hear their jokes, or their meandering "insight". we're blessed enough that we can read and write. maybe we should just end it there. besides, who even talks to anyone anymore. it's all instant messaging. or blogs. or text messages. soon we'll be communicating through our minds, and those will become useless too. hmmm, that's it! if we stop talking to babies, it will force us to focus more greatly on advancements in telecommunication. i fricking rule.

speaking of meandering insight...

i didn't mention them in my friends blog post, but man, this is a darn good one:

a sait of affairs - kevin, brandon and joel give the average reader some insight into the life of a student at SAIT, a university in Calgary. and let me tell you, this is some good stuff. look for the entry where kevin trys to swallow a flash drive. you won't be let down.

alright, time to find a nice window spot, and read my afternoon away.

farewell.
Jamison.

oregon.

this week's latest additions aren't so much new, but rather they're old records i re-discovered. get yo self INTO it!

1. dntel - life is full of possibilities
2. zero 7 - the garden
3. you say party! we say die! - hit the floor
4. jose gonzalez - veneer
5. interpol - turn on the bright lights
6. mates of state - bring it back

might go to oregon in march.
might release a cd in march.

we'll see what happens.

also, i'm re-reading "through painted deserts". i thought there was a really beautiful line, so i highlighted it. i've never done that in a pleasure read. anyways, here's a lovely selection of words to leave a nice feeling in your stomach.

"I don't want to think about life anymore; i just want to live life."

Jamison.

tired.

i was up at 6:30 today.
i'm so tired that i fell asleep during acting class. it was the prof's fault though. i mean who does relaxation exercises anyways.

squarepusher is hot to death right now.

so is the yamaha psr-75 keyboard. best tone bank ever.

everyone's getting blogs now. i've never felt closer to my friends.

today i had to have a sensory experience, so i walked barefoot in some grass. am i poetic or what!? it was alright, but the grass was a little cold, and the leaves were very crunchy and kind of hurt. on the plus, wearing shoes after it felt amazing. you don't realize how great shoes (things) are until you lose them. like bobby. just jokes, he's always been great.

i found my old headband. it, too, is hot to death.

also, egg nog is back on the market. pumpkin pie is still available too. suck it shaina.

marie antoinette: amazing soundtrack, probably the movie of the year? callin it now.

alright, i'm in the most intense five person coversation ever. off i sway.

Jamison.

friends.

think i've got insight on things. not compared to these folks:

a vintage valentine - the writings of the lovely shaina les panther.

my thoughts on a monday night - a lovely young man named zach, who is alot deeper than i was at his age.

the littlest viking - one of my favourite people in the whole world, with the best blog name i've ever heard.

struck down but not destroyed - a modern day theologian, jumo's insight into Christianity, and all around life, is beautiful and inspiring.

lurk! lurk! lurk!

pulling our weight.

latest additions.

1. copeland - eat, sleep, repeat
2. ost - marie antoinette
3. ryan adams - heartbreaker
4. malajube - le compte complet
5. mogwai - zidane: a 21st century portrait soundtrack
6. camera obscura - let's get out of this country

whispering the gardens to sleep.

a love that falls, like leaves to the ground
won't speak much louder than a whispering sound
that quietly plays the drums in your ears
with brushes so gently, yet perfectly clear.

a love that screams at the the top of its lungs
will begin to sing songs, never before sung
with mighty brass and rising strings
the conductor will smile, as together we sing.

a love that weeps as you throw it aside
will bury its feelings so deep inside
and wait for that moment when you're at your least
to wipe those rain drops off of your cheek.

a day will come, when this love is revealed
it will seperate between us what's fake and what's real
it will soon become the secret we can't keep
and we will whisper the gardens to sleep.

the beauty of everything.

(this was written under one of my favourite trees)

beauty is a funny thing. it seems like the whole world is striving to find this sense of what true beauty is. we try to make ourselves look, and portray this idea of beauty. unfortunately, the sad truth is that we're so consumed with it, that we don't realize it's right in front of us.

we are beautiful. the fact that i can write these words is beautiful. this ink soaking into this paper is beautiful. we spend so much time worrying about beauty, when all we really have to do it open our eyes.

life is beautiful, it will always be beautiful, God is good.

i'm thankful for the beauty of life. i'm thankful God made such a beautiful, articulate, complex world. i can be consumed by sadness and grief, and just by leaning back against this tree, watching the leaves fall, and saying "God is good", all the grief can drift away. i'm thankful that God gave us beauty, and i want to make sure i live my life with that thought in mind.

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at the exact moment i stopped writing, two friends of mine, who just happen to be madly in love, appeared, and asked, "how are you?" i smiled, and replied, "i'm happy."