<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194</id><updated>2012-02-11T03:26:42.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last Drink Tonight.</title><subtitle type='html'>Truth claims for everyone!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-4112497524736192716</id><published>2008-06-06T20:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T20:09:52.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a ribbon at a time</title><content type='html'>i wish love were less like philosophy, and more like love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam, you're brilliantly underrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZXmDtgopI-8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZXmDtgopI-8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-4112497524736192716?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/4112497524736192716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=4112497524736192716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/4112497524736192716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/4112497524736192716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-ribbon-at-time.html' title='a ribbon at a time'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-1820031608153042157</id><published>2008-06-05T19:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T19:06:39.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know that I have been away for some while, and I hope Shaina, Adam and Jumo have been alright with my absence.  (If you read my blog, and I don't know you, leave a comment and prove my three fan truth claim wrong.)  The summer has been going really well thus far: lots of working, music, writing, picture taking and all around enjoyment.  Once June passes, and with it the rain, hopefully I'll be able to make more frequent trips to large bodies of water.  Either way, I hope to keep this updated a little better over the summer.  I mean, what else will I have to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-1820031608153042157?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/1820031608153042157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=1820031608153042157' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/1820031608153042157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/1820031608153042157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-know-that-i-have-been-away-for-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-6410170294626354773</id><published>2008-06-05T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T18:41:31.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v173/78/74/511759769/n511759769_269141_6168.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-6410170294626354773?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/6410170294626354773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=6410170294626354773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/6410170294626354773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/6410170294626354773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-155806585837371287</id><published>2008-01-17T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T08:31:09.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>paris.</title><content type='html'>everyone here is fashionable; everyone here smokes cigarettes; drivers are crazy; pedestrians are crazier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-155806585837371287?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/155806585837371287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=155806585837371287' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/155806585837371287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/155806585837371287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2008/01/paris.html' title='paris.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-7636077449172209346</id><published>2008-01-10T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T18:57:01.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>forever ago.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v158/78/74/511759769/n511759769_235858_8831.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in a few days I'll be embarking on a four month trip throughout western Europe, and when I return from that, I'll most likely be embarking on another trip across Canada.  Hopefully you won't be upset with the lack of insight into my mind.  If you want to guess what I'll be thinking while I'm there, I'm sure it will include a lot of, "wow" and a lot of "hmm".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, goodbyes are in order.  Instead of reading this, go read a book.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and listen to Bon Iver, for goodness sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-7636077449172209346?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/7636077449172209346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=7636077449172209346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/7636077449172209346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/7636077449172209346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2008/01/forever-ago.html' title='forever ago.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-8912521352380172291</id><published>2008-01-04T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T15:53:54.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreamers, part three.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2370/2167491850_2ebaedc86d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another killin' on the dance floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ct1dmzv1jov"&gt;download here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tracks.&lt;br /&gt;bloc party - i still remember (sebastiAn remix)&lt;br /&gt;digitalism - magnets&lt;br /&gt;daft punk - rollin and scratchin&lt;br /&gt;lcd soundsystem - all my friends&lt;br /&gt;kavinsky - testarossa (sebastiAn remix)&lt;br /&gt;the field - a paw in the face&lt;br /&gt;phoenix - long distance call (25 hours a day remix)&lt;br /&gt;justice - b.e.a.t. (extended)&lt;br /&gt;dragonette - i get around (midnight juggernauts remix)&lt;br /&gt;justice - phantom pt. ii (boys noize remix)&lt;br /&gt;mstrkrft - street justice (2007 remix)&lt;br /&gt;chromeo - fancy footwork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-8912521352380172291?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/8912521352380172291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=8912521352380172291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/8912521352380172291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/8912521352380172291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2008/01/dreamers-part-three.html' title='dreamers, part three.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-2839896396163720639</id><published>2007-12-31T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T09:34:08.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>visions.</title><content type='html'>A quiet thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing side-stage, of an overwhelmingly large auditorium, the kind with three balconies and exclusive boxes attached to the walls, where royalty may have once sat.  There's a large, red velvet curtain that is concealing the stage, and the gentle lull of nervous, anticipating conversation is swimming throughout the audience.  The stage is occupied by only one item: a simple, elegant, black grand piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the other side of the stage, I can see you anxiously pace from one wall to the next.   You're not nervous, rather you're excited, and when you glance over to my side of the stage, you flash me this smile, as if to say, "I know something that you don't."  You've never been good with secrets, and sooner than later the entire auditorium will be on the inside.  The house lights are dimmed, subtly, and the auditorium is hushed.  The curtain is drawn, and you make your entrance, in pure beauty.  The audience claps, quickly, as to not waste any more time; everyone is just as excited to discover this secret you want to share.  So you bow, politely, and smile at the audience the same way you smiled at me.  You sit down, and right before you press the first key, you look up, and nod towards me; your eyes tell me, "this one's for you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-2839896396163720639?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/2839896396163720639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=2839896396163720639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/2839896396163720639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/2839896396163720639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/12/visions.html' title='visions.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-278366809088819607</id><published>2007-12-14T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T11:57:42.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>records of the year.</title><content type='html'>Time for this year's best of list.  Get down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/9/9a/Thereminder.jpg/200px-Thereminder.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Feist - The Reminder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This record blew me away the first time I heard it: a much more mature, produced sounding record, with some of Feist's best songs to date.  It probably would have made it even higher on the list if every person with a TV hadn't have agreed with me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogsimages.skynet.be/images_v2/002/539/184/20070422/dyn003_original_200_179_pjpeg_2539184_759245850d680e3222ad001f10bcfa37.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Mixtapes and Cellmates - Mixtapes and Cellmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost positive this record came out this year, but it's hard to tell.  This band is just another group of Swedes that completely amazed me this year.  Sweden went from being another place I'd like to visit some day, to a place I NEED to visit.  This record grows on me each time I hear it, and it will be the perfect record to fill the void for the people waiting for a new Postal Service record.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/0/01/Hissingfauna.jpg/200px-Hissingfauna.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Of Montreal - Hissing Fauna, Are You The Destroyer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people will call this the album of the year, and it probably deserves to be called that.  Another surprise for me; I wasn't really amazed after hearing the first few tracks, but this record works as a whole.  "The Past Is A Grotesque..." may be the greatest 11 minute song ever put in the middle of a record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/d/d6/JensLekamnNightFalls.jpg/200px-JensLekamnNightFalls.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Jens Lekman - Night Falls Over Kortedala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another surprise record for me.  Since my infatuation with all things Swedish began, I've been picking up absolutely anything by any Swede.  I had listened to "You're So Silent...", but I had never really got into it.  This album, on the other hand, had me hooked from the first listen.  His ability to tell a story through a song is brilliant, and the arrangements and overall instrumentation is so cool.  One of the best feelgood records of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/9/95/Sheperd%27s-dog.jpg/200px-Sheperd%27s-dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Iron &amp; Wine - The Shepherd's Dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I listened to this record, I didn't get it.  I'd never been a fan of Sam Beam's more full-band stuff on "Our Endless...", so I didn't really know how to take this record in.  And then I saw him live.  I think that in order for this record to REALLY take effect, you need to see it performed.  After that show, I haven't been able to stop listening to it.  It really does have everything that made me fall in love with Iron and Wine to begin with: the whispering voices of beautiful melodies, with the sleepy harmonies.  "Flightless Bird..." has to be my favourite song of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/9/9d/TheFieldFromHereWeGoSublime.jpg/200px-TheFieldFromHereWeGoSublime.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;10. The Field - From Here We Go Sublime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week ago I DJ'd a dance party, and "Everday", though early in the mix, had the place losing it.  Probably one of the best dance songs I've heard in ages.  If you can find the video of "Everday" being performed at the Pitchfork Festival this year, do it.  You'll know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.theacorn.ca/files/recordings_ghm_lg_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The Acorn - Glory Hope Mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Acorn have been one of my favourite bands over the last few years.  I'd been waiting for a full-length from them for quite some time, and I'm happy to say that they didn't disappoint.  They seemed to combine all the things I loved about their EPs, and put it in to one record.  Again, another album that just flows so well, and "Lullaby" is one of the best album closers of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/5/53/Ceasetobegin.jpg/200px-Ceasetobegin.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Band of Horses - Cease To Begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No One's Gonna Love You" has to be the prettiest song I have ever heard.  This record was a welcome step from "Everything...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/e/e5/Skybluesky.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Wilco - Sky Blue Sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember during the summer, when Wilco posted their record to stream off their site.  I immediately got a hold of my friend Andy, another big Wilco fan, to let him know.  He asked me how it sounded, and all I could think of was, "soft".  The production on this record is brilliant, much like the production on "A Ghost Is Born".  Here, though, it feels more like a warm walk in the sun, whereas "A Ghost..." is a like a warm blanket, in a very cold room.  One of the most mellow, subtle records of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/2/26/The_Magic_Position_cover.jpg/200px-The_Magic_Position_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Patrick Wolf - The Magic Position&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is just absolutely ridiculous.  I mean, look at that album cover.  This was definitely my left-field pick of the year.  But again, the flow of this record made it so easy to listen to.  It's really like going on an adventure.  Such weird, happy, beautiful music.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/2/2e/In_Rainbows_Official_Cover.jpg/200px-In_Rainbows_Official_Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Radiohead - In Rainbows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have loved to give this record the number one, but though it's only a few off, this record is still absolutely amazing.  I had no idea what to expect, and I was incredibly pleased.  It has enough experimentation to make it something unique, but enough straight up rock and roll to make it accessible.  Definitely their best record since Kid A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/d/df/Five_roses.jpg/200px-Five_roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Miracle Fortress - Five Roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The definition of a summer record.  I had read about this record on i(heart)music, and the next day found it in futureshop for a mere $12.  I bought it on a whim, and never looked back.  I can't believe this record hasn't made Graham Van Pelt an indie superstar, but I suppose I should enjoy the time when I have him to myself.  Expect huge things from this band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/0/0a/TheNational-Boxer.jpg/200px-TheNational-Boxer.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The National - Boxer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right from the start, this record pulls you into something.  It's catchy, it's dark, it's got some really beautiful songs, it's got some really harsh songs.  The lyrics are so complex, and hearing them through that deep baritone creates this atmosphere that is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/6/63/Justicecross.jpg/200px-Justicecross.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Justice - †&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best electronic record since "Discovery".  Amazingly catchy songs, with some of the best dance beats made in a long time.  This record just doesn't quit, too.  Right when you think you've hit the peak, you get "Stress" and "Waters of Nazareth", two of the sickest songs I have ever heard.  The bar has been raised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/8/8c/A_Weekend_in_the_City.jpg/200px-A_Weekend_in_the_City.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Bloc Party - A Weekend In The City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This album summed up my first half of the year.  Of all the records released this year, none resonated quite so much as this one did.  I had loved "Silent Alarm" and, as seems to be the trend, was a little weary of this record.  My first few times through, I thought it was alright, nothing amazing.  But after seeing them live, I become obsessed.  This record was on repeat on my iPod for at least two months.  Something about the combination of the danceable music, and potent, prophetic lyrics just hit me.  This record made me want to write music that said something, that discussed the things that our culture needs to discuss.  It also made me want to dance.  The critics weren't completely impressed by this record, but thankfully I'm not a music critic.  I think this record is a perfect documentation of our culture, and our times, and when I look back to life in the 2000s, I think this record will say much more than a lot of other records.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-278366809088819607?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/278366809088819607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=278366809088819607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/278366809088819607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/278366809088819607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/12/records-of-year.html' title='records of the year.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-5706069318653492374</id><published>2007-12-08T17:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T18:05:52.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pure beauty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/95/Sheperd's-dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't say enough good things about this record.  i had the joy of seeing the lovely folks in iron and wine play some lovely songs on tuesday.  i'll post some pictures someday, but for now i've only got my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day a friend of mine said that he physically missed being at this show he had seen this summer.  i told him that i felt the same way about this iron and wine.  what i wouldn't give to be back there.  some of the highlights had to be sodom, south georgia, upwards over the mountain and flightless bird, american mouth.  his rock and roll songs absolutely slayed, and his slower stuff completely mellowed out every person there.  it was amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, go out, get the shepherd's dog, and listen to it in headphones.  love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-5706069318653492374?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/5706069318653492374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=5706069318653492374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/5706069318653492374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/5706069318653492374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/12/pure-beauty.html' title='pure beauty.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-1715917648034459962</id><published>2007-11-26T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T22:27:18.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on a snowy night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41GJ2GVVM8L._AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Vince, you've been great company tonight.  Please don't take any offense to this, but if it were up to me though, I'd have been with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-1715917648034459962?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/1715917648034459962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=1715917648034459962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/1715917648034459962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/1715917648034459962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/11/on-snowy-night.html' title='on a snowy night.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-7982607145311229386</id><published>2007-11-21T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T07:15:08.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>latest additions.</title><content type='html'>some new, some old, some re-found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. radiohead - in rainbows&lt;br /&gt;2. okkervil river - black sheep boy&lt;br /&gt;3. iron and wine - the shepard's dog&lt;br /&gt;4. daft punk - alive 2007&lt;br /&gt;5. sigur ros - hauf/heim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who wants to play scrabble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-7982607145311229386?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/7982607145311229386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=7982607145311229386' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/7982607145311229386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/7982607145311229386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/11/latest-additions.html' title='latest additions.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-5862188731972613791</id><published>2007-11-19T08:53:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T08:53:58.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>done.</title><content type='html'>i'm officially done listening to anything anyone has to say on the topic of relationships.  everyone is just as confused as everyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-5862188731972613791?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/5862188731972613791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=5862188731972613791' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/5862188731972613791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/5862188731972613791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/11/done.html' title='done.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-3093923009887696281</id><published>2007-11-17T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T21:39:55.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>our so called friend.</title><content type='html'>hey berk, thanks for the okk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"loving is as loving does, and you and i should know because we both have loved and lost, and are alone."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-3093923009887696281?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/3093923009887696281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=3093923009887696281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/3093923009887696281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/3093923009887696281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/11/our-so-called-friend.html' title='our so called friend.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-6203462393637161415</id><published>2007-11-13T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T20:30:40.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fast dancing</title><content type='html'>1. the blow - parentheses&lt;br /&gt;2. kings of leon - king of the rodeo&lt;br /&gt;3. the postal service - we will become silhouettes &lt;br /&gt;4. stars - the ghost of genova heights&lt;br /&gt;5. daft punk - revolution 909&lt;br /&gt;6. the rapture - don gon do it&lt;br /&gt;7. bloc party - banquet&lt;br /&gt;8. chromeo - outta sight&lt;br /&gt;9. daft punk - digital love&lt;br /&gt;10. css - off the hook&lt;br /&gt;11. tokyo police club - your english is good&lt;br /&gt;12. patrick wolf - accident &amp; emergency&lt;br /&gt;13. the faint - your retro career melted&lt;br /&gt;14. ratatat - seventeen years&lt;br /&gt;15. notorious b.i.g. - party and bullshit (ratatat remix)&lt;br /&gt;16. shout out louds - normandie&lt;br /&gt;17. the field - everday&lt;br /&gt;18. css - knife (grizzly bear cover)&lt;br /&gt;19. mixtapes and cellmates - hold&lt;br /&gt;20. phoenix - consolation prizes&lt;br /&gt;21. clap your hands say yeah - in this home on ice&lt;br /&gt;22. wolf parade - i'll believe in anything&lt;br /&gt;23. ratatat - lex&lt;br /&gt;24. kanye west - champion&lt;br /&gt;25. lcd soundsystem - all my friends&lt;br /&gt;26. black kids - i'm not gonna teach your boyfriend how to dance with you&lt;br /&gt;27. m.i.a. - boyz&lt;br /&gt;28. coconut records - nighttiming&lt;br /&gt;29. malajube - le jus de citron&lt;br /&gt;30. girl talk - hold up&lt;br /&gt;31. peter bjorn and john - up against the wall&lt;br /&gt;32. justice - phantom pt II&lt;br /&gt;33. the spinto band - crack the whip&lt;br /&gt;34. dizzee rascal - fix up (ratatat remix)&lt;br /&gt;35. you say party! we say die! - the gap&lt;br /&gt;36. junior boys - in the morning&lt;br /&gt;37. hot chip - boy from school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EPIC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-6203462393637161415?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/6203462393637161415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=6203462393637161415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/6203462393637161415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/6203462393637161415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/11/fast-dancing.html' title='fast dancing'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-4447830880241926660</id><published>2007-11-13T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T19:02:54.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bowie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v151/195/41/517657510/n517657510_425933_6337.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, the humanity.  no shave november takes no prisoners, so i've discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote some words this weekend, on a cold, windy day, while i was tucked inside.  the fire was burning, and the national were singing us songs.  here's what came about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  His story of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night is alive with flashing lights, green and red, sliding down each building and on to the wet streets.  Your eyes reflect all those shades of life, as they bounce off your pupils into mine.  You're smiling because all of this seems new, and the city seems endless.  Not endless in the way that you know, with the sun stretching across the entire horizon, but rather it's like an endless moment.  Each block is another story; another collection of individuals with their ironic tales of love and loss.  Most people back home know your story already, but here, you're just one of a million stories.  So we take drives, which we know doesn't help a cause, but you say it's your favourite way to take in the city.  The unassured comfort of four wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Her story of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spends so much time outside, just sitting on the bench, staring out into the abyss of wheat and grain.  I think when city folk, like him, come to the prairies, they like the silence.  In fact, the only sound at this time of the evening is a faint train, and the occasional siren from the distant highway.  I had always thought of this boy as such a complex being, which is why I think he was drawn to the simplicity of the vast expanse of field and nothing.  He would hold my hand as we went on our midnight walks down the gravel road.  He'd always exclaim about how beautiful the stars were, and how he never wanted to leave.  "Home," he would say, "is a starry night."  And with him there beside me, I couldn't agree more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-4447830880241926660?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/4447830880241926660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=4447830880241926660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/4447830880241926660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/4447830880241926660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/11/bowie.html' title='bowie.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-1980994499290603058</id><published>2007-11-09T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T14:37:26.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all aspirations, and falling asleep.</title><content type='html'>after a day of not eating (unintentional) and too much coffee (very intentional), today seems very sleepy.  that's not to say that last night didn't have it's highlights.  let's just say that after two animated children's films, and the first half hour of a film classic, some ridiculous things were said.  here are some of the classics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.tribe.net/tribe/upload/photo/730/696/730696e1-739b-452d-ac2b-d93a8de96995.large-profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how is the real queen going to fit into that cat!?  she's huge compared to the cat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ticon.net/~dpoch/forest/russell.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kids love this shit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.starwars-tw.com/story/character/jedi/luke_skywalker.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"UNCLE OWEN, THIS R2 UNIT'S GOT A BAD MOTIVATOR"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go alex, you're nineteen now.  maybe for my birthday you can excavate a cake for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-1980994499290603058?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-5179909237226357846</id><published>2007-11-06T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T21:34:13.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all i know is tonight</title><content type='html'>dante; scrubs; headache; loose leaf tea; seven swans; text message; to own a dragon; headband; hard drive space; sweet and salty bar; oreos with milk; "that dress looks nice on you"; messy desk; cat vomit; rosie thomas; arrested development; preparing; weekend thoughts; purpose; long term-short term; autumn love; set list; sufjan cover; older books; falling in love; touch lamp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-5179909237226357846?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-4701727685152747548</id><published>2007-10-28T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:44:50.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the  breaks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thetremulance"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a517.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_c9d3b5256ba1a71ae4cd2fb5a26c52cc.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-4701727685152747548?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/4701727685152747548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=4701727685152747548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/4701727685152747548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/4701727685152747548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/10/breaks.html' title='the  breaks.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-2158215272187298370</id><published>2007-10-23T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T20:18:01.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stockholm is calling.</title><content type='html'>tracey is a lucky girl; i wish i was in sweden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-2158215272187298370?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/2158215272187298370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=2158215272187298370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/2158215272187298370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/2158215272187298370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/10/stockholm-is-calling.html' title='stockholm is calling.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-5554107207605972668</id><published>2007-10-19T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T22:02:28.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>needs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.apple.com/moviesxml/s/weinstein/posters/imnotthere_l200709241502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.apple.com/moviesxml/s/weinstein/posters/control_l200710191706.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-5554107207605972668?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/5554107207605972668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=5554107207605972668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/5554107207605972668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/5554107207605972668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/10/needs.html' title='needs.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-7287459196043277425</id><published>2007-10-09T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T22:17:50.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on the eve of something big.</title><content type='html'>random memories from tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting in a big chair at dan guenter's house, drinking loose leaf green tea, listening to 'true love waits' by christopher o'riley.  feeling so at peace, in awe of how a man could take the beauty of a radiohead song, and make it that much more beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;telling rob, "there's this girl with these adidas hi-tops.  she seems cool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being so underwhelmed by the lack of difficulty when playing super smash bros., some 8 years ago.  finding it incredibly difficult now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be a day of many greats.  hope you have as good a day as i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-7287459196043277425?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/7287459196043277425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=7287459196043277425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/7287459196043277425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/7287459196043277425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/10/on-eve-of-something-big.html' title='on the eve of something big.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-9095760695071256158</id><published>2007-10-01T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T17:33:40.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>complications.</title><content type='html'>thinkings:  i guess the acorn are on the cover of exclaim.  i should go to the cdplus and pick it up.  their new record is pretty good.  it's growing on me, that's for sure.  new radiohead record in a few days.  that's should be pretty good.  i bought a polaroid camera today.  i just need to pick up some film, and then i'm good to go.  speaking of which, post final exam week equals road trip to portland.  i hope donald miller knows what's in store for him.  but in case he doesn't, here's what's good: we're going to take him to coffee, pick his brain, and allow him to be as poetic and beautiful as possible.  in other news, the new radiohead album comes out on the tenth.  of october.  2007.  that's this year.  i know, i'm a little overexcited.  but i mean, come on, it's radiohead.  if you don't love this band as much as i do, you are obviously either deaf or an idiot. that's a little overdramatic, but you get what i mean.  ok computer is still a good album.  for real, it hasn't aged at ALL.  here's the way i see it though: pablo honey, the bends and ok computer are put together, with ok computer being the most progressive of the three.  then, kid a came along and totally blew them out of the water.  then you have kid a, amnesiac, and httt, with httt being the most progressive. (listen to httt again.  it's out there.  kid a at least has flow).  so where does this put the new record?  the next in the chapter of threes, which means, i predict this album will completely polarize fans, just like kid a did.  hopefully i still love them,  but i can't see myself not loving them.  doesn't make much sense.  ok computer is really good, also.  the guitar work is the best of their career i think.  jonny really got nutty with the effects and such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's enough for now.  time for a shower/shave/sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-9095760695071256158?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/9095760695071256158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=9095760695071256158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/9095760695071256158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/9095760695071256158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/10/complications.html' title='complications.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-1502246841306956736</id><published>2007-09-25T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T22:00:38.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's alright ma, i'm only DYING</title><content type='html'>come on people now, take your depressed friends out.&lt;br /&gt;BLOG&lt;br /&gt;..dear wal-mart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     though you still have a grasp on my t-shirt market, i am happy to tell you that no longer will i be needing your photo-developing services.  though we've had a long, tumultous relationship, i've moved on from your affordable prices and shoddy workmanship.  if you must now, i now will be printing the photos of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cordually,&lt;br /&gt;Jamison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear t-shirt market,&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     please give me an option other than wal-mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE WORST EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1070/1428763467_fc14e3a39f.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's life these days.&lt;div 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DYING'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1070/1428763467_fc14e3a39f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-906008335519112312</id><published>2007-09-11T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T20:49:03.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hiatus.</title><content type='html'>i like this, and all, but i'll be spending more of my time here: &lt;a href="http://twobicyclesband.blogspot.com"&gt;one, two bicycles, three, four&lt;/a&gt;, or here: &lt;a href="http://justforthekingdom.blogspot.com"&gt;just for the kingdom&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope to see you at either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-906008335519112312?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/906008335519112312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=906008335519112312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/906008335519112312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/906008335519112312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/09/hiatus.html' title='hiatus.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-6058062288291313028</id><published>2007-09-08T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T10:18:11.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hot damn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c14T6Af8zJg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c14T6Af8zJg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ctN8qgFjssM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ctN8qgFjssM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-6058062288291313028?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/6058062288291313028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=6058062288291313028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/6058062288291313028'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/3366138de0eff0/"&gt;GENERAL GRIEVOUS ALWAYS GETS HIS REVENGE&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stream it like a stream: &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/lautomobiledebonbon"&gt;myspace.com/lautomobiledebonbon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-7462386742863849003?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/7462386742863849003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=7462386742863849003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/7462386742863849003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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gems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the police - regatta de blanc, synchronicity, ghost in the machine&lt;br /&gt;lionel richie - can't slow down&lt;br /&gt;miles davis - sketches of spain&lt;br /&gt;bob dylan - blood on the tracks, slow train coming&lt;br /&gt;prince - purple rain&lt;br /&gt;seals and crofts - summer breeze&lt;br /&gt;james taylor - greatest hits&lt;br /&gt;joni mitchell - blue&lt;br /&gt;rolling stones - between the buttons&lt;br /&gt;keith jarrett - facing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got those three police records for four bucks each.  i'm so stoked on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-6797983667074554081?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/6797983667074554081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-6336059963022582777</id><published>2007-08-24T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T15:00:29.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you, me and real life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/224/484610920_432559d443.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so another summer has come and gone.  with one week left, i can easily say that i have had quite a good summer.  there have been so many good times spent with new friends and old.  i've worked a lot, but i've found a way to manage my work and free time in such a way that the two never seem to get in the way of each other.  i've listened to so much music over the past four months, that it would be pointless to try to choose a defining record.  but here's the best i can do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the summer 07 mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/3299291a8c4e9b/"&gt;the acorn - dents&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/32993178c5d854/"&gt;miracle fortress - have you seen in your dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/329934380c0341/"&gt;justice - d.a.n.c.e.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/32993783fa7cd2/"&gt;wilco - either way&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really looking forward to the fall, and the winter, and the summer after those two seasons.  basically, i'm pretty stoked on life.  maybe i'll get to see you soon.  hopefully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-6336059963022582777?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-7334139719365876747</id><published>2007-08-19T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T16:36:57.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>desormais.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendID=28925950"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a867.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/00454/66/85/454235866_l.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;move over feist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-7334139719365876747?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/7334139719365876747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>ohhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://assets4.pitchforkmedia.com/images/image/35353.insidedaftpunk.jpg?"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that makes much more sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-4630913329658637981?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/4630913329658637981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=4630913329658637981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/4630913329658637981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/4630913329658637981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/08/ohhhhh.html' title='ohhhhh'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-6538863880946599275</id><published>2007-07-09T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T22:34:08.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poetaster.</title><content type='html'>it's stinking hot this week, so come to cultus on wednesday; all people welcome.  we'll be the guys with the boombox, playing all your favourite classic rock songs via cassette tape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-6538863880946599275?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/6538863880946599275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=6538863880946599275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/6538863880946599275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/6538863880946599275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/07/poetaster.html' title='poetaster.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-4649715389024297526</id><published>2007-07-07T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T20:17:31.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer-y</title><content type='html'>i realized today, that i'm having a good summer.  i'm doing more summer-y things than i figured i would.  i haven't made it to the beach yet, but all in due time.  my farmer tan is getting more and more gnar as the days go one.  i'm listening to records more, which is so much more of an experience than listening to music through itunes.  it takes effort to pull out a record and put it on; itunes is a mere click away.  i think i'm going to take some pictures of the sunset tonight.  last night was amazing, and there are even more thin clouds, which means even more prettiness.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a little something to put you in that summer mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1KGCAffvGIw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1KGCAffvGIw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later kids.&lt;br /&gt;Jamison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-4649715389024297526?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/4649715389024297526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=4649715389024297526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/4649715389024297526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/4649715389024297526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/07/summer-y.html' title='summer-y'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-3886749720682099644</id><published>2007-07-05T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T17:34:05.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm on the next train.</title><content type='html'>trains are just so much more romantic than buses, aren't they.  i wish i lived in the 1900's, when trains were all we had.  i think there's a cross-country, canadian train ride that happens.  i think i want to do that someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for today, i went golfing nice and early with mon frere.  i hurt my foot pretty bad on hole five.  what happened was we were heading down this hill that was still a little slippery from the dew.  anyways, my dad goes to press the break in as we're going down, and he accidentally clicks the parking break in (same pedal).  so we start to turn/slide 90 degrees, and i get thrown out.  luckily i landed on my feet, but i think the back tire caught my foot; my slip-on went flying off my foot.  it felt pretty sore, but around the 10th hole i took my shoe off and noticed the back of my foot was bleeding quite a bit.  so we called it a day, and i've had my foot elevated for most of the afternoon.  it's pretty sore, but the bruising isn't bad, so hopefully i'll be fine to work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my msn/myspace abstaining is going well; i've only been on my two bikes profile, and most of the time there's nothing to check anyways.  so i've been learning to check my e-mail for a notification, and if there isn't one, i'll just leave my computer.  i find i've been watching way more movies, which is much more productive than lurking on myspace.  i watched the sandlot today, which is a great afternoon movie.  it made me wish i lived in a more innocent time, when playing with friends were all we had to worry about.  responsibility isn't all it's cracked up to be, and i barely even have any.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i have a for sure concept on all the songs that are going to be recorded for my two bikes ep.  it follows a pretty steady trend of all the other songs, but it's specifically going to be about a book idea adam roper had.  each song is going to tell a story that hasn't happened, but could have.  roper's idea was to write a journal from a road trip, that is completely fictional.  the first track on the record is about this one experience i had, where i could have gone on this road trip (with three really great people) but i declined because of some awkwardness i had with some of the people.  ask me about it sometime.  anyways, the song kind of sets up the record, and a sort of "what if i had gone on that road trip".  i'm stoked on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, time to ice my foot, then off to play drums for a church.  i'm going to down a rockstar before practice, and hope that i can't feel my foot while i drum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-3886749720682099644?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/3886749720682099644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-8463584317575778265</id><published>2007-07-04T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:29:15.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>motherboy xxx</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/e/e8/Arrested_Development_-_Motherboy_XXX2.jpg" width="300" height="169"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little did george michael know that he wasn't going north to the promise land.  he was going south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;south to motherboy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-8463584317575778265?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/8463584317575778265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=8463584317575778265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/8463584317575778265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/8463584317575778265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/07/motherboy-xxx.html' title='motherboy xxx'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-1565010242907181715</id><published>2007-07-01T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:35:54.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>america: freedom, bald eagles and more freedom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FK3JeDYu2yY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FK3JeDYu2yY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;events that should be noted, even though they weren't documented:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the hot dogs we ate outside the stadium were unreal.&lt;br /&gt;- the amount of canadian fans at an american baseball game was overwhelming.  it was nice to know that we weren't alone.&lt;br /&gt;- after not taking an exit we should have (my bad), we ended up at the border crossing station that goes into vancouver.  so of course it was bumper-to-bumper for half a mile.  so we figured we'd find some back roads, and head east until we found one of the less busier, more country stations.  after driving 110 down a country road surrounded by pine trees, with the windows down, we found one, and waiting 20 mins (as opposed to the 2 hours we would have spent at the other).  the road was really hilly, and driving fast down it, with the windows down, felt so good.  maybe my favourite part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;- we made fun of america so much, and i loved every second of it.  sorry american reader, you've got it coming.&lt;br /&gt;- we followed some girls with a bc license plate for a while, trying to show them a note that said "coffee? bellingham? (rob's cell phone)", but they weren't down.  it's all good, they probably couldn't handle us.&lt;br /&gt;- seattle is a beautiful city, and i hope to visit it again soon.  daft punk is there on july 29, and i know kevin is going, but if anyone wants to come/drive with me, we should get on it.  i mean, it's daft punk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all folks, hope you enjoyed the video, and i hope you had a lovely, freedom-filled canada day.  FREEDOM ISN'T FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-1565010242907181715?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/1565010242907181715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=1565010242907181715' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/1565010242907181715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/1565010242907181715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/07/america-freedom-bald-eagles-and-more.html' title='america: freedom, bald eagles and more freedom.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-8057198664756237677</id><published>2007-06-30T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T23:17:10.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i get by (with high cheek bones).</title><content type='html'>so, i'm kind of taking a break from the myspace/msn thing.  i'm still checking/updating my music profiles, but i'm taking some time away from the personal profiles.  the truth is that i was getting way to involved in them.  like, emotionally involved.  getting frustrated or sad because someone hasn't replied to a message, or because they don't want to talk on msn, is not a great way to live.  so i'll probably be spending more internet time here, which is fine with me.  i like this one way conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i saw a lot of drunk people today.  they're not that great.  sorry souses, i just can't spend time with you.  these ones were not good company: they were all pretty old, they had kids that they were neglecting, and they were just really gross.  that's not to say that i'd condone a young, child-caring, clean drunk, but maybe those people don't exist.  who knows.  either way, if you're going to have kids, and bring them to a wedding that's being held at a golf course, don't get so wasted that the kids start running around wreaking havoc.  nobody wins then.  still, i found ways to stay happy throughout the day: i prayed for the people at the wedding (christian!), i drank a rockstar drink (still feeling it), and i turned the radio up really loud when "jaws of life" by wintersleep came on.  man, i love that the fox plays it, it's such a good song.  my co-workers made a comment about my purple sweater today, alluding to hand gestures and davies st. (gotta know vancouver to get that one).  i shook it off, i'm comfortable with my purple sweater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to a BASEBALL match tomorrow.  i'm going to buy a beer, and yell at the players a lot.  expect a video blog.  unless that last video blog was beyond lame.  let me know if you like them.  if you do, i'll keep em coming.  regulars (shaina, jumo, tracey, zach), let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright kids, hope you all had good days too.  let's hang out soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-8057198664756237677?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/8057198664756237677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=8057198664756237677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/8057198664756237677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/8057198664756237677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-get-by-with-high-cheek-bones.html' title='i get by (with high cheek bones).'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-490404200484040702</id><published>2007-06-29T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T23:45:07.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fort blog part one.</title><content type='html'>though it was day two of fort construction, today was the first day that it was documented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ir6SbN7qNdw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ir6SbN7qNdw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will the fort stay up!?  will it be destroyed by punk rock kids!?  keep tuning in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-490404200484040702?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/490404200484040702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=490404200484040702' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/490404200484040702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/490404200484040702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/06/fort-blog-part-one.html' title='fort blog part one.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-5500351136470279365</id><published>2007-06-24T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T13:40:18.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rollin and scratchin.</title><content type='html'>"the mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death"&lt;br /&gt;-oscar wilde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-5500351136470279365?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/5500351136470279365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=5500351136470279365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/5500351136470279365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/5500351136470279365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/06/rollin-and-scratchin.html' title='rollin and scratchin.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-6808682129739707173</id><published>2007-06-14T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T21:11:45.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>water from the same source.</title><content type='html'>the sound of the cars, just a breath away from the screen in my window, melted into the rising strings.  the sound of the friction between tire and concrete seemed to be recorded right into the mix.  the wind was like a soft hand, slowly brushing the hair from my eyes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was all the way it was meant to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-6808682129739707173?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/6808682129739707173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=6808682129739707173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/6808682129739707173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/6808682129739707173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/06/water-from-same-source.html' title='water from the same source.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-2950320953720842798</id><published>2007-06-13T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T17:44:29.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>indie pop mix.</title><content type='html'>FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN: 1. page france - glue; 2. tokyo police club - your english (live at cbc radio 3); 3. architecture in helsinki - heart it races; 4. i'm from barcelona - this boy; 5. the spinto band - oh mandy; 6. mates of state - beautiful dreamer; 7. belle and sebastian - get me away from here i'm dying; 8. the new pornographers - sing me spanish techno; 9. phoenix - one time too many; 10. camera obscura - let's get out of this country; 11. math and physics club - la la la lisa; 12. voxtrot - fast asleep; 13. deerhoof - the galaxist; 14. peter bjorn and john - paris 2004; 15. the acorn - sent (awake the kraken); 16. shapes and sizes - oh no, oh boy; 17. miracle fortress - have you seen in your dreams; 18. ohbijou - st. francis; 19. immaculate machine - jarhand; 20. the blow - parentheses; 21. loney, dear - the city, the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with this, i will be having fun times all...summer...long. FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-2950320953720842798?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/2950320953720842798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=2950320953720842798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/2950320953720842798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/2950320953720842798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/06/indie-pop-mix.html' title='indie pop mix.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-7109221624913870124</id><published>2007-06-01T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T23:14:29.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thetremulance/209758754/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/59/209758754_ac2d27988e_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="the number one highway prarie" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey there, nice to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a completely true story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after writing up a deliciously witty, artistic composition, the internet said, "NO! this is TOO MUCH!!!", and it vanished from my sight.  next thing i know, i'm stuck with a background of sufjan stevens, and a blog, lost in time.  the really ironic thing is that the last words in the blog were, "...man, the internet can be pretty neat some times."  thanks internet, you dick.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, here's a synopsis of what the lost blog looked like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i've been spending a lot of time at work, working.  it's going well: i have great co-workers, all very nice people, who seem to enjoy me as a person.  i drink a lot of liquid, and eat chicken fingers almost every day.  the restaurant manager even knows that i like barbeque sauce.  she's an intuitive one, i think.  i'm not a huge fan of the job, but i get compinsated well, and they didn't have to hire me, so i can't/won't complain.  no matter how much i'd like to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i've been listening to these records: (it was all coded and such, so i'm lazin it up now) 'boxer' by the national (record of the year); '(the ep) ep' by owen (sleepiest record i've found this year); '(cross)' by justice (electronic record of the year); 'the reminder' by feist (crossover/massive stardom record of the year).  i listen to other stuff too, like the spinto band, the field, joy division, the acorn, loney dear, the frames and other stuff.  also, whatever is being played on the take away shows website is normally pretty great.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i've been writing lots of music, that you can listen to here: &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/twobicycles"&gt;two bikes&lt;/a&gt;.  they're like country songs, aka not that great (HA), but i have fun writing about less serious subjects.  andy and i were discussing how liberating it is to sing words like "baby" or "darling".  i guess it comes along with the scene.  either way, i'm having fun, and andy likes the songs, so i guess i'm on to something?  maybe you'll like them too.  here's one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/21099972b4ed38/"&gt;two bicycles - homes away from home&lt;/a&gt;.  this song kind of sums up what these two bikes are all about: having a sweet summer, with a really great girl, who's up for anything (especially road trips).  oh by the way, if you know a girl like this, show her these songs, and then my phone number.  you know how we do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright kids, time for arrested development, and then bed.  beach tomorrow.  love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thetremulance/525823212/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1014/525823212_e5d1644a76.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="creek." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-7109221624913870124?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/7109221624913870124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=7109221624913870124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/7109221624913870124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/7109221624913870124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello.html' title='hello.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/59/209758754_ac2d27988e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-1787858855928771284</id><published>2007-05-05T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T15:20:07.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures.</title><content type='html'>here's some of the scenery from my trip, thus far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thetremulance/484610896/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/220/484610896_aec07ca284.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="hawaii1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thetremulance/484610902/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/167/484610902_81fa9d395a.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="hawaii2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thetremulance/484610912/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/216/484610912_007fe5475d.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="hawaii3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thetremulance/484610916/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/216/484610916_5c296a6707.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="hawaii4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thetremulance/484610920/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/224/484610920_432559d443.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="hawaii5" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thetremulance/484610932/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/206/484610932_215a82a60e.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="hawaii6" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-1787858855928771284?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/1787858855928771284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=1787858855928771284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/1787858855928771284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/1787858855928771284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/05/pictures.html' title='pictures.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/220/484610896_aec07ca284_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-6083601047096411159</id><published>2007-04-30T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T18:53:38.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>week 1: the wind, the waves.</title><content type='html'>aloha mainland suckaz!  &lt;br /&gt;it's been hard to find a connection out here, (minus the resort's house computer, which has a fifteen minute limit.  not nearly enough time for a good report) but i just found out that the resort has poolside wireless.  that's right folks, that cute, bookish nerd with the mac and the american apparel v-neck, in the corner of the pool area, is yours truly.  &lt;br /&gt;let's take a look at some of the exciting times that i've had this week: we drove around the hillside for a while yesterday, stopping at a botanical garden, and admiring the view from the high points of the island; we've spent a day and a bit at the beach, swimming in le pacific. (one day was cut short by INSANE winds, that blew sand all up in the lenses of my glasses, leading to a few new scratches)  the beach by our resort is so great: lots of soft sand, and no rocks on the ocean floor.  but this does equal sand everywhere, which is a little frustrating.  but i'm in hawaii, so i try not to care.  let's see what else: my brother and i have been watching the daily show and colbert report every night; played rook a few nights with the fam (and lost, ruining my once prestine reputation); went surfing this morning, which was very nice.  it's like longboarding and snowboarding combined.  there was lots of coral in the cove we were at, so my feet are a little banged up, but i will be just fine.  OH, we stopped by this massive mall yesterday while the maids were cleaning our room, and i found those slip-ons i'd wanted to buy for forever.  if you've talked to me about slip-ons in the last few months, you know that those were top priority in my shoe world, and i've got em!  stoked stoked stoked!&lt;br /&gt;alright, my broseph needs to check his email and the million facebook friend requests that await him.  hope all is well on the mainland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-6083601047096411159?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/6083601047096411159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=6083601047096411159' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/6083601047096411159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/6083601047096411159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/04/week-1-wind-waves.html' title='week 1: the wind, the waves.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-5321704800457436197</id><published>2007-04-23T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T22:48:34.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 1: travels.</title><content type='html'>yesterday can be summed up by two words: airplane and hunger.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon arriving to the airport, i had a (disgustingly filling) chicken strip combo from a&amp;w.  this nourishment (or lackthereof) was going to last me the entire night.  my family and i waited for an hour at hour gate, before boarding and taking off to the Hawaiian island of Maui.  the flight was alright: westjet has leather seats, and a decent amount of leg room, so i couldn't complain.  i drew pictures, listened to a lot of music and read a good chunk of Velvet Elvis (Rob Bell) and jPod (Douglas Coupland).  both very different, yet both very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we arrived in the humid Maui airport at about 12:30 BC time, and the first thing we got to experience was an airport that was devoid of any windows.  as the rest of my family took advantage of the restrooms, i quietly leaned against a rail, and took in the warm, ocean air.  the first thing you notice when you take in a breath is the sweet smell in the air.  after getting our rental car, enduring a quick downpour (Hawaii is very indecisive about its weather) we were off to our resort.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arriving at the room was a little disheartening: all of the patio furniture was inside our room, and it was quite a mess.  we weren't sure whether they thought we weren't going to arrive that night, or what, but it was strange coming into a room where we definitely didn't feel welcomed.  as well, there were only two beds in the room, which forced my older brother and i to fight over the ownership of the extra bed.  i gave in, took the floor and slept alright through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today has been beautiful.  our resort is about a thirty second walk from the ocean, and it's very warm and humid here.  it's also quite windy, but the breeze is nice and cool, so the warm air isn't too much to handle.  the family took in some ethnic breakfast (denny's...we're in america!) and off to a traditional Hawaiian marketplace (which features an old navy, borders book store AND hawaiian superstore, which features more alcohol than i could ever dream of).  so right now i'm in our van, stealing an internet signal off of the Office Max (suckers), with the windows down, enjoying the view from the parking lot (which really is quite amazing).  i'll post some pictures whenever i can, but here's a quick description of the landscape: the ocean water is a beautiful blue, darker then you would think.  there are very large, high mountains that erupt from out of the water, and because they haven't been taken over by land developments, they are all still full of trees.  because of the indeciseive weather, it changes from overcast to clear blue sky from minute to minute.  there are palm trees EVERYWHERE, and the sand on the beach by our resort is almost white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll send you some more updates as they happen.  &lt;br /&gt;mahalo, and goodnight from paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamison.&lt;div 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travels.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-523776523046822906</id><published>2007-04-15T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T11:42:46.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOO!</title><content type='html'>is anyone else stoked on snl lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"where is prince!?"&lt;br /&gt;"prince got scared of your voice, and now he is hiding"&lt;br /&gt;*shot of prince hiding behind a giant vase looking scared into the camera*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're still a big LAMEwad, and you haven't watched since will ferrel was on, and you still liked linkin park, then get down with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SNL_Digital_Short"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SNL_Digital_Short&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have links to every one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"when can i get off this thing, prince?"&lt;br /&gt;"you can get off, when we get down."&lt;br /&gt;*queue prince guitar solo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENIUS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-523776523046822906?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/523776523046822906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=523776523046822906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/523776523046822906'/><link rel='self' 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here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thetremulance"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/thetremulance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've also been spending alot of time here:&lt;br /&gt;the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my teeth are feeling:&lt;br /&gt;great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;country i've been in love with this week:&lt;br /&gt;sweden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls i've gotten over this week:&lt;br /&gt;all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl i've fallen in love with this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/stvincent"&gt;annie clark&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number of times i will use this format, again:&lt;br /&gt;probably never again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's all enjoy iced tea, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-4918776472004167429?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/4473328068974948178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/4473328068974948178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/04/dentists-who-needs-them.html' title='dentists, who needs them.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-3204024731497447825</id><published>2007-03-27T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:34:50.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>closer.</title><content type='html'>it's a colder evening, but still lovely out.  i'm getting over my cold (hurray) and i'm not swamped with work (hooray).  let's get our media on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jose Gonzalez&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/58/228746595_2da15767d7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember the first time i heard jose gonzalez, but i know that that was a good day.  i know there was this huge blog hype over him a few years ago, and it's seemed to die off, but no lies, this guy is just amazing.  'veneer' his debut lp is an amazing collection of nylon strings, potent lyrics and that voice...my word that voice.  it's distinct, and you may need to get used to it, but when you do, it will be like sitting by a warm fireplace, blankets wrapping you up.  'crosses' is one of the best tracks off 'veneer', and it holds a really special place in my heart (lame?).  i also posted his cover of the joy division classic, 'love will tear us apart', which is off his australian tour ep.  go buy 'veneer', don't front!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MP3: &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/01-jose-gonzales-love-will-tear-us-apart-mp3.html"&gt;Jose Gonzalez - Love Will Tear Us Apart (Joy Division Cover)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MP3: &lt;a href="http://www.eggdisk.com/files/289479_xlpwm/Crosses.mp3"&gt;Jose Gonzalez - Crosses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eagle Vs. Shark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/miramax/eaglevsshark/trailer/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.apple.com/moviesxml/s/miramax/posters/eaglevsshark_l200703201532.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you heard it here first: this movie will be huge.  can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's enough media bombarding your screen.  go outside and ride a bike, or at least write a song about riding bikes.  see you in the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-3204024731497447825?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/3204024731497447825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=3204024731497447825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/3204024731497447825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/3204024731497447825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/03/closer.html' title='closer.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-3316027477227401127</id><published>2007-03-26T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T18:53:21.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sky blue sky.</title><content type='html'>this evening makes me nostalgic.  it's the kind of evening where a friend would show up at 5:30ish, and ask my parents if i can come outside and play.  of course, it would be too early, and i'd have to eat dinner first.  but i'd eat dinner so fast that it made my stomach hurt.  i'd try to get away with not eating the veggies, and beg my parents to be excused.  then i'd run out the door, and out into the street, where there would probably be a game of street hockey going on.  then at 8:00 or so, my mom would call out into the street, that it was time to come in.  so i'd tell the guys i'd see them at school tomorrow, and i'd run back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this evening is the kind of evening where i'm expecting a friend to come ring our doorbell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-3316027477227401127?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/3316027477227401127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=3316027477227401127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/3316027477227401127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/3316027477227401127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/03/sky-blue-sky.html' title='sky blue sky.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-7329703952403194586</id><published>2007-03-18T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T22:12:08.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a heavy night.</title><content type='html'>so killa cam and i had purchased four tickets to see the monster that is Bloc Party (along with softer, fuzzier monsters Final Fantasy and Smoosh), about a month in advance.  needless to say when the day rolled around we were literally on the edge.  our other two tickets were quickly snatched up by two lovely ladies (alex "ringtune" friesen, and chelsea "transfer? no thanks!" boehr), who also were beyond stoked on seeing these amazing bands.  i wanted to take pictures the whole way along, but you know how it is on trips, it's easy to forget you've got a camera.  so here's our story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our trip started off with a gas fill up (arizona ice tea: 1) and a stop at maybe one of my all time favourite places ever: the bubble tea restaurant!  their mocha smoothie with pearls is right up there with arizona and vanilla coke.  this lovely shot shows off my great coat, and my sweet pearls, if you know what i mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/177/426302471_6f42b8da83.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from bubble city, or whatever it's called, we were off to maybe the prettiest section of beautiful british columbia: the skytrain station in surrey.  mmm...foliage.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/148/426302475_71c2ba68e2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i honestly wish i could have videotaped our skytrain ride to vancouver, for this one reason: hoochie mommas going to a Christina Aguielaararara concert at gm place.  i tell ya...we had the pleasure of listening to their charming banter about politics and 18th century english literature.  actual quote: "eww, look at all those skanks in line!"  as soon as they got off, we all enjoyed a serious chuckle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off at granville -&gt; "dinner" at burger king -&gt; serious sidetrack at American Apperal (v-neck!) -&gt; into maybe the nicest venue i've ever been in.  here's the goods from the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish it were clear; cam's moustache was out of this world.  i'm talkin deep space nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/157/426302485_e744477092.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final fantasy's set up was so minimalistic and perfect.  his use of the projection screen was pretty much perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/149/426302509_823b5e1ed8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/145/426302514_7b150a00dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chels was a little stoked on bloc party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/426302519_b20dfb4313.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was still a little upset that we couldn't hang out with bloc party as they dj'd at a clothing store on robson, so i didn't smile much in pictures from that night.  chels made up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/426305686_c1482ec470.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to say that this was the nicest venue i'd ever seen a show in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/164/426306975_6a8146251d.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bloc party took the stage, and completely destroyed the entire city.  the lights, the sound and the breathtaking balcony dance party; everything about their set was perfect.  here's the best picture i could take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/183/426305709_63de4141a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they didn't play kreuzberg, but i still love them.  in fact, i may love them more.  queue up some death cab for the ride home, some jones soda and a lot of quiet out-of-window pondering, and the trip came to an end.  an amazing band, show, v-neck shirt and night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go see bloc party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bon soir!&lt;br /&gt;Jamison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-7329703952403194586?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/7329703952403194586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=7329703952403194586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/7329703952403194586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/7329703952403194586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/03/heavy-night.html' title='a heavy night.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/177/426302471_6f42b8da83_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-4402549738370289888</id><published>2007-03-13T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T20:14:09.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>march mix.</title><content type='html'>"the sun will shine"&lt;br /&gt;march 2007:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the arcade fire - keep the car running&lt;br /&gt;2. bright eyes - four winds&lt;br /&gt;3. kings of leon - on call&lt;br /&gt;4. you say party! we say die! - monster&lt;br /&gt;5. of montreal - bunny ain't no kind of ride&lt;br /&gt;6. patrick wolf - the magic position&lt;br /&gt;7. malajube - montreal -40&lt;br /&gt;8. pop levi - blue honey&lt;br /&gt;9. peter bjorn and john - paris 2004&lt;br /&gt;10. shapes and sizes - oh no, oh boy&lt;br /&gt;11. feist - honey honey&lt;br /&gt;12. do make say think - the universe!&lt;br /&gt;13. means - learning to be brave&lt;br /&gt;14. loney, dear - saturday waits&lt;br /&gt;15. the acorn - for the sake of my pride&lt;br /&gt;16. the cinematic orchestra - to build a home (edit)&lt;br /&gt;17. grizzly bear - little brother&lt;br /&gt;18. the roots - you got me&lt;br /&gt;19. wilco - either way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-4402549738370289888?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/4402549738370289888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=4402549738370289888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/4402549738370289888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/4402549738370289888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/03/march-mix.html' title='march mix.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-4481766545393981189</id><published>2007-03-13T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T19:04:15.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>searching for j.d. salinger</title><content type='html'>Hope is a funny business, which I don’t necessarily understand, but I wish I did.  I think the worst thing that comes along with hope is the pining for something that is unachievable; the fact that something so impossible can still be achieved by some ridiculous sliver of hope.  I have faith that God will take care of me, and provide for me the things I need in order to live a life of glory for him, but it’s tough accepting the fact that the things I want, may not be what God wants for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate having common interests with girls; sort of.  Common interests only lead to false hopes, which only lead to disappointment.  Especially in March, which could undoubtedly be the worst time for a boy to get a crush on a girl.  Nothing good EVER comes out of a spring crush.  NOTHING.  It’s more frustrating than anything else I think I’ve ever experienced.  The thing that really gets me is the fact that because we have this hope, I can’t help but think that maybe there is a chance that something, might, happen, which in all reality is totally unrealistic.  Figure that one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’ll pull a Salinger: write a breathtakingly exquisite, real, somewhat autobiographical novel, then become a total recluse.  Here’s what really gets me about Salinger: think about what he’s written in the past fifty some years since he’s been a recluse.  I’m almost positive that those words are easily the greatest stories that have never been read.  All he had to do with his life was sleep in, write, cook himself some breakfast (something organic, no doubt), write, head out for a walk, write, make a fire, write, sit back and think about all the frustrating things in life that he left behind, and write about them.  Of course, there are the things that every human being, no matter how cold, calloused or corrupt, would miss: the first time you saw her, the smooth feeling of her arm against yours, the times when she made you laugh harder than you ever thought someone could, or all of her idiosyncrasies that would make you smile.  I don’t know if Salinger was ever married, or whether it was a he or a she that he pined for, but I can’t accept the fact that wherever he is, he’s not dreaming of that someone.  Maybe hope isn’t so bad, maybe I really need to learn how to live in the present; maybe I need to learn how to accept what’s in front of me, and pray that whatever God has in store for me, it’s going to bless me, and help me grow closer to him.  Because really, that is what I really want in life.  My selfish, lustful desires are far less important the achieving what I really want to: a real relationship with the creator of the universe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-4481766545393981189?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/4481766545393981189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=4481766545393981189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/4481766545393981189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/4481766545393981189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/03/searching-for-jd-salinger.html' title='searching for j.d. salinger'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-2694001382566804331</id><published>2007-03-11T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T19:19:08.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i've got a feeling.</title><content type='html'>number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. do make say think - you, you're a history in rust&lt;br /&gt;2. loney, dear - loney, noir&lt;br /&gt;3. peter, bjorn and john - writer's block&lt;br /&gt;4. phoenix - it's never been like that&lt;br /&gt;5. wilco - sky blue sky&lt;br /&gt;6. feist - the reminder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thetremulance"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;new music/video/shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science of sleep/marie antoinette/stranger than fiction = must sees&lt;br /&gt;the outsiders = must read&lt;br /&gt;springing ahead = must participate (it's worth it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-2694001382566804331?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/2694001382566804331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=2694001382566804331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/2694001382566804331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/2694001382566804331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-got-feeling.html' title='i&apos;ve got a feeling.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-2676674238039259701</id><published>2007-02-17T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T23:14:28.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tonight, tonight.</title><content type='html'>tonight's the kind of night where i'm open.  i feel like i could tell that special girl that i really love her.  tonight.  we'd toast the rain, the clouds, the chilly air and all the other glorious things that fall from the sky.  i'd take you by the hand, and the world would melt away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we would be so much more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-2676674238039259701?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/2676674238039259701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=2676674238039259701' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/2676674238039259701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/2676674238039259701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/02/tonight-tonight.html' title='tonight, tonight.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-568070753204989760</id><published>2007-01-27T16:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T16:17:21.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>moments</title><content type='html'>Moments: A Review of “A Weekend in the City” by Bloc Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my formative teenage years in the prairies: small towns, small-minded people and an even smaller tolerance for anything moving in a new or different direction.  I found myself longing for city life, and all the adventurous, romantic folly that came along with it.  I found that one of the only ways to escape the boredom of my small town existence was through a mixtape that I called “Big City Nights” (taken from perhaps the greatest music video these eyes have ever seen).  DJ Shadow, (Entroducing….is still the greatest night time driving album ever made) My Bloody Valentine, and even Jay-Z (cut me some slack, I was young) graced my headphones as I laid back in quiet, street light bliss.  If “A Weekend in the City”, the latest release by the London based band Bloc Party, had been released during my Grade 12 year, I could guarantee you it would have found a place on that mix.  Not only does “A Weekend in the City” give you that long exposure, city street image in your mind (the album art by Rut Blees Luxemburg helps), but it poses a lot of ideas about the state of our generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s something special about this record, something that sets it apart from the average modern rock album. Kele Okereke, the band’s singer and lyricist, has written one of the most important statements of the 2000s.  Every song seems to speak about something that our culture seems to blindly accept, not realizing the effects.  “Our parents suffered for nothing”, “the 90’s/optimistic as a teen/now it’s terror/and plane’s crash into towers” or “I have decided/that at 25/something must change” are just small examples of how rather than succumbing to write songs about typical boy loves girl situation, Okereke would rather take a look at what’s going on with society.  Another dominant theme on the record is Kele’s longing for change, which is culminated in one of the best tracks on the record, “Kreuzberg”.  As great as it is to see a band trying to say something different, the really beautiful thing about this record is the music.  Everything screams “massive”, just as their debut “Silent Alarm” did.  Matt Tong’s drumming is still incredibly tight and huge, and the production is, once again, second to none.  Try to not tap your foot to “Hunting for Witches”, or to nod your head to “I Still Remember” or to flat our shake your butt to “The Prayer”.  Of course, because of its danceable nature, this record is definitely a mood record:  It can make you look around your surroundings, and long to make a change in the mundane; it can make you dance harder than you could have ever imagined; it can be the record you put on as you fall asleep after a late night of adventures with friends.  It has everything a good record needs, and because of that, it can cover any range of emotion you might be feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the most important part of this record is summed up in the chorus of “Waiting for the 7:18”:  “Just give me moments/not hours or days”.  People are going to criticize this record to death: it’s too produced, it’s not as good or as poignant as their last record.  I’m trying not to be a cynic, and this record demands a person to look at it with open eyes.  This record is a statement for the moment we’re in, whether our generation wants to accept it or not.  We buy too much, we drink too much and we waste far too much time on “crosswords and sudokus”.  Bloc Party are just four guys looking for a home, discontent with city life, and I think that longing for home is all too familiar with every twenty-something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we going to do about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/blocparty"&gt;Bloc Party on Myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-568070753204989760?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/568070753204989760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=568070753204989760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/568070753204989760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/568070753204989760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/01/moments.html' title='moments'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-9209702837697478688</id><published>2007-01-14T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T16:18:50.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>january is endless.</title><content type='html'>january mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. bloc party - waiting for the 7:18&lt;br /&gt;2. st. vincent - these days&lt;br /&gt;3. page france - up&lt;br /&gt;4. radiohead - where i end, and you begin&lt;br /&gt;5. the mountain goats - woke up new&lt;br /&gt;6. joanna newsom - swansea&lt;br /&gt;7. the knife - silent shout&lt;br /&gt;8. rachel's - kentucky nocturne&lt;br /&gt;9. tv on the radio - hours&lt;br /&gt;10. the dears - there goes my outfit&lt;br /&gt;11. whitest boy alive - burning&lt;br /&gt;12. math and physics club - darling, please come home&lt;br /&gt;13. phoenix - long distance call&lt;br /&gt;14. deerhoof - +81&lt;br /&gt;15. camera obscura - if looks could kill&lt;br /&gt;16. mates of state - fluke&lt;br /&gt;17. beck - soldier jane&lt;br /&gt;18. copeland - cover what you can&lt;br /&gt;19. brand new - sowing season&lt;br /&gt;20. the smiths - heaven knows i'm miserable now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-9209702837697478688?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/9209702837697478688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=9209702837697478688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/9209702837697478688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/9209702837697478688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/01/january-is-endless.html' title='january is endless.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-4954506145075441787</id><published>2007-01-04T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T16:37:26.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the 101.</title><content type='html'>beautiful day isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a defiant act of grandiose protest, dripping in rebellion, ms. shaina and i have decided to stick it to the man, and not use msn or myspace...for a week.  we're starting small.  all jokes aside, it's actually a pretty interesting act of self control.  i mean, msn is my answering machine, and i keep up most of my relationships through comments on myspace.  that's pretty sad, you gotta admit.  thankfully, i've still got my blog to live vicariously through.  remember folks, there is a real human being behind these words.  i'm not some internet entity like tom, or...golimar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, i got a little more in touch with nature, and i went for a lovely stroll around the countryside, and that's really what it is.  there are mountains surrounding the whole place, but there's so much flat farmland, giving it that rolling manitoba feel.  oh, for those of you reading from flatter, colder areas, BC is really the place to be.  no lie.  today, on the fourth day of january, i threw on a sweater and a coat, and walked around (outside) for an extended period of time, without the fear of frostbite or getting eaten by an abominable snowman.  for real though, it was beautiful out today, and i was thinking of bringing my camera, but i didn't.  but tomorrow, i'll do the honor of bringing some beauty into your life, courtesy of the fraser valley countryside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's get to some musics.  i found a lovely new host, so we're back on track with mp3s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;aidan knight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img128.imageshack.us/img128/2037/bloghj5.jpg" width="438" height="292"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aidan's voice fits so well with his style of music, and his style of music is an original blend of folk, blues and country.  that laid back acoustic feel is perfect, and not in that cheezy jack johnson way, but in that soft, nick drake kind of way.  expect something big from aidan, whether solo, or with one of the many bands that he plays in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MP3: &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/pickpocket-mp3.html"&gt;Aidan Knight - Pickpocket&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reverb-soaked electric guitar makes this song.  i mean, everything about the song is great, but man, that guitar.  it stays in your head.  so get prepared for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can download a bunch of aidan's stuff on his myspace too.  i'll support myspace for that, but that's it!  well, maybe listen to andy shauf on myspace too.  BUT THAT's IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/aidanknightmusic"&gt;Aidan Knight on Myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good night you all!&lt;br /&gt;Jamison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-4954506145075441787?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/4954506145075441787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=4954506145075441787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/4954506145075441787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/4954506145075441787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-to-101.html' title='back to the 101.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-3316776989348546550</id><published>2006-12-30T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T22:27:14.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you know luke vibert?</title><content type='html'>here's the plan (take notes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. start a record label.  just cd-rs, but spread them all around the city.  make sure every person that goes to any sort of show has a copy of one of those cds.  &lt;br /&gt;2. throw a cd release party, and a "label release party" which signifies the start of the label.&lt;br /&gt;3. "sign" a few friends, local artists, and throw cd release parties for them too.&lt;br /&gt;4. get the majors to notice your little collective.&lt;br /&gt;5. reap the benefits of having the most talked about indie label.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-3316776989348546550?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/3316776989348546550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=3316776989348546550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/3316776989348546550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/3316776989348546550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2006/12/do-you-know-luke-vibert.html' title='do you know luke vibert?'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-1769034061754203020</id><published>2006-12-29T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T18:37:43.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in review.</title><content type='html'>well folks, 2006 is on it's last few days, so i figured i would do a little sum up of some of my highlights of the year.  enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;music&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most part, i found i got deeper into music that had been released prior to this year, but there were actually some really solid albums released this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joanna newsom - ys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/4/4d/Ys_cover.jpg/200px-Ys_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this album is pretty hard to digest, but the more time you spend with it, the more it grows on you.  i really couldn't stand "milk eyed mender", due to her extremely strange voice.  it's funny how this album made me fall in love with that voice, and i can definitely say that "milk eyed mender" has become one of my favourites.  the songs on this album are just incredible.  the fact that jonanna newsom preforms these songs live makes the record, and her, even more amazing.  if you take the time to get into this record, you won't be disapointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot chip - the warning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/93/Hot_Chip_-_The_Warning.jpg" width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't lie to you: i heard this album for the first time probably two weeks ago.  i read about it in someone's year end review, and i felt compelled.  let me tell you how glad i was that i stumbled upon it.  this record is frustratingly catchy.  the first time i heard "over and over" i thought, it's alright, but i don't see what the hype is about.  of course, i couldn't get the song out of my head for the next few days.  every time i listen to this record it gets more and more amazing.  so danceable; so catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tv on the radio - return to cookie mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/1/16/Return_to_Cookie_Mountain.jpg/200px-Return_to_Cookie_Mountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, every magazine/webzine/blog/whatever will put this one in their top whatever of the year, but it's for a good reason.  a brilliant follow up to a brilliant debut, "return to cookie mountain" has this appeal to the average ear that it seems most "indie" bands can't quite figure out.  tvotr can write a dense, dark, creative album, and still have a video that gets played on MuchonDemand.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the knife - silent shout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/5/53/TheKnifeSilentShout.jpg/200px-TheKnifeSilentShout.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;straight up, this album is messed up.  it's downright scary.  the atmospheric quality about it gives it this mental picture of a barren, frozen wasteland, inhabbited by strange, dancing people with bird masks on their faces.  i guess the promo pictures for the record help with that, but still.  like joanna newsom, this one might be a bit of a stretch for your average person, but it's so rewarding.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camera obscura - let's get out of this country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/8/8f/Lets_get_out_of_this_country.jpg/200px-Lets_get_out_of_this_country.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the record, i LOVE to fall asleep to this album. there are some great, upbeat pop songs on this record, but it's the slow, lamenting, love songs that really knock me out.  "country mile" has to be the saddest song that's ever been recorded.  of course, the belle and sebastian comparison happens all the time with camera obscura, but i'd have to say i'd listen to "let's get out of this country" over "the life pursuit" any day.  i love both bands, and both albums, but every song on this record is a gem.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was five of my favourites, but here were some others that were occupying my headphones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the album leaf - into the blue again&lt;br /&gt;band of horses - everything all the time&lt;br /&gt;voxtrot - mothers, sisters, daughters and wives ep&lt;br /&gt;the decemberists - the crane wife&lt;br /&gt;cat power - the greatest&lt;br /&gt;tokyo police club - a lesson in crime ep&lt;br /&gt;be your own pet - s/t&lt;br /&gt;junior boys - so this is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to everyone who made 2006 great.  see you next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-1769034061754203020?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/1769034061754203020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=1769034061754203020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/1769034061754203020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/1769034061754203020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-review.html' title='in review.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-116703765738222897</id><published>2006-12-25T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T01:07:37.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies to God.</title><content type='html'>Chapter One: On The Holiest of Days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God: Creator, Heavenly Father, Ruler of All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't, and can't, speak for every person on this planet, but I know a few who might be in agreement with the things that I am about to confess.  I know it's late, and the caffeine in my veins is sprinting through the passages of white blood cells and cholesterol, but I pray that you would accept this verbal offering, welcoming it with open arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord God, please forgive me.  My life is seems to be a constant disappointment.  On even the holiest of nights, I am still a selfish, greedy, sinful human being.  I'm so sorry that I think the things I do, and that I act with such sinful intentions.  I pray that you would forgive these things with your beautiful grace, and your amazing love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for this day; this beautiful day that lies before me.  I pray that you would forgive us in North America (and the whole world, but especially us here) for turning this holy day into a "hallmark holiday".  Lord, you are worth so much more than any material possession; so much more.  Please God; teach me to rest in your grace, and to fall even more in love with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we mess things up so badly, I'm so thankful that your love can still shine through; even though we blind ourselves to the death, poverty and famines, and concentrate so greatly on our material gain, I thank you so much for how you bless us.  Families put aside differences and gather in love and fellowship; strangers wish each other well while passing on the sidewalk, rather than trying not to make eye contact.  Lord, I thank you for the family you have blessed me with.  Lord, I thank you for the friends that you have blessed me with.  Please help me to be a better son, brother, and cousin to my family; help me to be a better friend.  Lord, I thank you for my friends who don't know you, and the fact that you still love them, even though they may not necessarily return your love back.  I pray that you would reveal yourself to them, and help them to see how much you truly do love them.  Lord, I thank you for my friends who have come to know you.  I pray that you would help them to become enamored with you, that you would help them to fall in love with you, truly experiencing the love that you give.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, tonight, at the beginning of this day, I thank you, most of all, for the sending of your Son.  The fact that you would not give up on us, and that you would sacrifice your own Son just to save humankind, even though we are sinful, pathetic creatures.  Lord, I thank you for your love, and your grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lord.  Thanks for music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lord.  Thank you for Sigur Ros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lord...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for all these things in the holy name of your Son, Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-116703765738222897?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/116703765738222897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=116703765738222897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/116703765738222897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/116703765738222897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2006/12/apologies-to-god.html' title='Apologies to God.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-116630542739388454</id><published>2006-12-16T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T13:43:47.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>latest additions.</title><content type='html'>1. bloc party - a weekend in the city&lt;br /&gt;2. explosions in the sky - all of a sudden, i miss everyone&lt;br /&gt;3. beck - the information&lt;br /&gt;4. sufjan stevens - songs for christmas&lt;br /&gt;5. the acorn - blankets ep&lt;br /&gt;6. ryan adams and the cardinals - cold roses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-116630542739388454?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/116630542739388454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=116630542739388454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/116630542739388454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/116630542739388454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2006/12/latest-additions.html' title='latest additions.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-116529171472671989</id><published>2006-12-04T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T20:12:23.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>songs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Pulling Our Weight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hurried along the streetlights, running from post to post, afraid of the darkness. We would find quiet places to huddle, as violent rain fell from an open sky, the warmth of the barrel fire keeping us warm; keeping us alive. At minus 10, the city would show its fangs, and we would all become victims of Jack Frost. His cold touch would create skating rinks out of roads, and turn us from t-shirts and shorts, into scarves and long underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sister Winter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tired letter was composed with tired hands, tired eyes and tired sighs on that cold December evening. A full orchestra scored my scribbles, as my thoughts became ink dried onto paper. This tired letter wept my tears, and it felt the pain that I felt; it was in itself a feeling being, crying for forgiveness, apologizing and giving well wishes. I had never felt closer to anything or anyone, in my entire life. These created materials became more than just pen and paper. It became you and I; it became my struggles, my hopes and my fears. This pathetic letter, written on old paper, torn and frayed, became the last thing I could call me own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Knitting Something Nice For You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from this third floor apartment stayed the same for at least half the year. The one day of the year that I distinguish as being completely unique from every other is the first snow fall: the one day when things go from ordinary, flat, plain prairie, to something magical. I quietly rocked back and forth, needles in my hands, subconsciously knitting some blanket, or something, when I first saw it. The first snowflake slowly fell to the ground, in the most peaceful, elegant manner. You wouldn't think it, but even at 85, a person can still get quite existential over things like this: I looked back on how many snowfalls I had witnessed, and how much I had changed from one to the next. I thought about my worth, the influence I had had on the people I had met. I looked down at my blanket-in-progress, smiled, and continued to knit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-116529171472671989?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/116529171472671989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=116529171472671989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/116529171472671989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/116529171472671989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2006/12/songs.html' title='songs.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-116501858116162534</id><published>2006-12-01T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T16:16:57.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>o, how things have changed</title><content type='html'>It's hard to not feel something when you visit the house you grew up in, almost ten years later. I was drowned by a flood of memories, nostalgia and a longing to go back to that time of innocence. Every sense was firing on all cylinders: the smell of the maple tree in our front yard, the feeling on my hands of the old wood handrail that lead to our front door, to name a few. Certain things began to take me back to memories I hadn't thought about in years: the two huge pine trees in my front yard took me back to the time my cousins from Texas visited, and we spent the week climbing those massive conifers. But the thought that I just couldn't shake was the obvious change that had occurred, not only in the evident aging of our cozy home, but the change that had occurred in my own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out of our three-bedroom home on October 28, 1998, not expecting to see it ever again. At 13 years old, having to go through a move across the country is a pretty impacting event. When I was 20 years old, I moved back to the city I grew up in, living not more than a 30 second drive from that house. My first day back in town, I had a longing to see the house, like a pining to see an old friend. My family had told me that it had become very worn-down, and quite the eyesore too. In spite of this fact, I still felt that I needed to see it. One afternoon, while my parents were at work, I decided to put on some music and walk down to the house. Though I was alone as I walked through a tunnel of orange, brown and yellow deciduous trees that ran alongside my old street, a soundtrack of soaring strings and beautiful synthesized pianos accompanied me. I slowly approached my old friend, and quietly looked up into those deep green pine trees, that I used to know so well. The front lawn had become a prison yard, with a high fence creating a barrier between the road and my old makeshift soccer field. I rested my crossed arms on one of the fence posts, and tricked my eyes into seeing the way things were. I didn't see the old, broken down cars in the driveway, or the chipped paint of the siding, or the front porch that cried out for a renovation. Rather, I saw the flowers my Mom had planted along the driveway, the fresh coat of bright blue paint on the sidings, and the welcoming front porch. I saw my brother and I playing catch in the front yard, as my Mom and Dad sat on that inviting porch, enjoying a lovely summer afternoon. Time travel, for that moment in time, was far easier than I would have ever imagined. All I had to do was close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has a funny way of taking a memory, and changing it in every way possible. So many things change, but the strength of that memory will keep it the exact same. A memory is like an old paperback book, the quality of the paper may decrease and the binding may begin to break, but the story will never change. So much had changed from the last time I had seen that house, but no matter how decrepit the house had become, or how cynical I had become, the memories that I had stayed the exact same. It's interesting how much time will change something, but nothing will ever change time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-116501858116162534?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/116501858116162534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=116501858116162534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/116501858116162534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/116501858116162534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2006/12/o-how-things-have-changed.html' title='o, how things have changed'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-116477554305500134</id><published>2006-11-28T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T20:51:29.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>darker days, part one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/111/309207924_526065fc92.jpg" width="425" height="300" alt="darker days" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain will stay, and I’m alright with that.  It will wash out all the hopes or dreams that we’ll conjure up, like a snowy winter or a sunny day.  I quietly walked with my head down that morning, letting the rain slowly drip off the peak of my hood.  As I walked through the grass, I noticed it had turned a dark green, rich with life; the soft blades had let their hair grow long.  I dreamt about the sun, and in reverie I saw my summers to come.  I quietly walked by you this morning, and I noticed you noticing me.  The leaves had turned, and I suppose they won’t be turning back.  People won’t shed a tear, though, when they fall, but rather they’ll laugh and smile as they watch the young family make memories, as they play in our fallen friends.  I quietly walked through a pathway surrounded by large oak trees; the leaves fell like a storm of orange, yellow and brown down in front of me.  I thought about the letter you wrote me.  I promised you it would stay buried deep inside the pages of myself.  We’ll meet again someday, and we’ll say all the things we wished we had said long ago.  I know that all these things won’t fall too far from my heart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a blanket that covers this city.  We wander, aimlessly, witnessing each other’s wondering, and we question, “why are things the way they are?”  The sun has become fed up with our aimless behavior, and he deserts us.  Now all we’re left with is our fading fluorescent lights.  Anyways, back to the blanket: thankfully in the sun’s absence, the blanket keeps us warm during the colder months, and we love to show it off to all our friends who live just past the mountains.  They always swoon and gush over how lucky we are to have it, but, the truth is, sometimes I’d rather just be cold.  Sometimes I’d rather be covered by a blanket of snow; blessed winter sunshine shining down on my face, which has become cold from the wind.  O the wind!  It blows with such a fury!  And with no mountains around our humble prairie towns, it blows hard during the magnificent frozen sunsets.  I can remember the safety and warmth that I could feel being indoors, like the city wrapped in it’s blanket feels.  The snow looked like an orchestration of white eighth notes, falling as the conductor gracefully swayed his arms, sending the notes in motion.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands shook with tremors and chills of frost running through my frozen veins.  I kept my eyes focused on the soft, untouched powder that lay before me, each step ruining this beautiful portrait of snow and earth.  There was nothing to be heard.  Only the soft sound of my lungs sucking in air, and spitting it back out.  A sudden gust of wind gently said hello as it blew through the nearby trees.  I watched as it slow-danced with the leaves, and sauntered with the branches, and as it blew the soft powder across the infinite field.  I remember wandering down the ghost-town streets of this dead village, on one of those gray sky days.  I dreamt that I was sauntering down some gaudy, lavished New York avenue, with all the shops lit up by thin white Christmas lights.  I’d peer into the window of the abandoned electronics store, and a wide array of elegant dresses, and dapper suits hung off of mannequins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-116477554305500134?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/116477554305500134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=116477554305500134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/116477554305500134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/116477554305500134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2006/11/darker-days-part-one.html' title='darker days, part one.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-116468411581695216</id><published>2006-11-27T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T19:21:55.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the day that Dennis Brown's lung collapsed.</title><content type='html'>During the winter of 1906, at the tender age of 10, I had my first encounter with death.  It was early in the month February when my father, Elias Brown, decided to take his youngest son, Alexander Brown (me), hunting in the dense brush that surrounded our humble acreage.  During the summers, this forest wonderland was my refuge from the monotony of chores, but during winter this forest was the kind of place that only adults trekked into.  It was a invisible foe, with red eyes hiding behind every tree.  It would whisper nonsensical words that would send cold wind through the branches of the high pine trees.  It was a fortress that I was far too young to conquer, so I tended to steer clear of it.  But since my father seemed so keen on killing ourselves one of the large elk that had become inhabited in that frightening forest, I obeyed my father’s command, and I accepted the fact that I had to overcome my fear of this beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we lived outside of any sort of metropolis, Father and I loaded up our buggy, and took the horses into town, to get some hunting supplies from the general store.  A bell dinged as my father pushed open the wooden door to the store, and it was met with a jovial, “hello!”, which came courtesy of Dennis Brown, the shopkeeper.  While my father and Mr. Brown made small talk, I slowly examined the goods Mr. Brown had just received.  I always hoped I could find some sort of toy that would keep me occupied during the cold winter months, and since the family rarely made trips into town, I wanted to make sure I examined each item with a very critical eye.  That’s when I saw it, the perfect item to kill my adolescent boredom: a wooden train.  I slowly moved my hand across this miniature gift from God.  I ran to my father with it, begging that he purchase it for me.  “Now Alexander”, my father started (as he normally did), “you know that your mother and I are watching our purchases.”  I never understood what that meant, but I always knew that nothing good ever came out of that phrase.  “I also have to buy all these hunting supplies, which is going to load up to quite a pretty penny!”  I slowly nodded my head and turned to put that glorious piece of wood back to its resting place.  “But,” my father started, “I suppose we can make an exception, just this once.”  I turned and ran into my father’s arms, the glee written all over my face.  “So with that there train,” Mr. Brown started “yer total comes to two dollars and fifteen cents.”  My father paid the man, shook his hand and bid him farewell.  “Good luck with them elk!”  He yelled as we exited his store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the initial excitement of my new toy wore off, I began to remember the reason we went into town in the first place: the hunting trip.  I began to conjure up more imaginations about the forest, and the different sorts of diabolical creatures that were waiting for me.  Once my father and I got home we packed up our hunting supplies, a small lunch and laid out our warm clothes for the next morning.  At dinner, my mother, Jayne Brown, nagged my father about his “unnecessary purchase”, and how they were “watching their purchases.” (That phrase again!).  My father leaned back in his chair and smiled at me as if to say, “don’t mind her, son.”  I could tell there, that he really loved me.  My brothers, on the other hand, scolded me for being so lucky, and tried to scare me by telling me elaborate tales about how friends of theirs had disappeared in that forest, and how I was next.  To their dismay, I stood tall and told them that I wasn’t scared of a thing!  It was quite a performance; I was more scared than ever.  That night I barely slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, after a breakfast of porridge and hot cider, my father and I ventured into that great abyss.  I stayed close to him as we trudged through the wet snow, Father on the look out for elk, and I on the look out for monsters.  We were a good team.  All of the sudden, there was a great bustling in some of the trees to the north of us.  Father quickly took a knee, and began to load his gun.  I knelt closely behind him, and whispered, “what is it Pa?  What’s out there?”  He told me, “must be some elk.  I’ll fire at the first one that comes out.  Stand back, son.”  I took a few steps back, then returned to one knee.  After about a minute of silence, a large beast slowly moved out from the bushes.  The next thing I remember is the loud “pop!” of my father’s gun.  The beast fell to the ground with a large “thud”, and I ran up to my father in excitement.  “You got it!” I cheered.  My father dropped his gun, and picked me up in his arms, and told me “We got it, son!”  We walked up to the large elk, and surveyed the damage: my father had pierced it right in the neck, and it would have died right as it hit the Earth.  I had a lot of thoughts running through my mind as I watched the dead animal, in fact, more thoughts than a ten year old should be thinking.  I realized that some day my father would die, and some day I would too.  This had been the first time that death had become real to me.  My father told me that even though this elk had died, that it would still serve a purpose in it’s death: its meat would keep our family, as well as our neighbors, fed for at least a few weeks.  I wondered if after my death, I would still serve a purpose, just as this elk did.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun had already set as my father and I headed home, tired from a long day of walking in the cold.  The lightless forest seemed de-mystified as we returned home.  No longer did I see an impenetrable fortress; rather, I saw a dense forest, thick with life.  The rest of the family was asleep as we returned, so my father and I quietly went to our beds, each of us going over our day.  I fell asleep with a dream of my future dancing in my mind, of how someday I might take my son out to hunt for elk, and how it might change his perspective on some things in his life, even at a young age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-116468411581695216?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/116468411581695216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=116468411581695216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/116468411581695216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/116468411581695216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2006/11/on-day-that-dennis-browns-lung.html' title='on the day that Dennis Brown&apos;s lung collapsed.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-116466457954384324</id><published>2006-11-27T13:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T13:56:19.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blue in green.</title><content type='html'>The pulsating swing rhythm slyly swayed her hips from side to side.  The dimly lit room murmured meandering speech, and the occasional laugh bursted overtop of the trumpet's horn.  But she couldn't hear it.  All she heard was the gentle hit of the brush hitting the snare.  She closed her eyes, lifted her arms and rested them on her head as the world outside her lids disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a moment, one beautiful holy moment, in which our eyes met: a slow song had slowly snuck up on us, and all of the sudden, a soft slur from some horn began to soundtrack our modern love.  I looked down at my feet and grinned.  The hazy fog of that dank club clouded her closed eyes, and she slowdanced herself to sleep.  And O the bass!  How could I forget that screaming, whispering, hidden bass that shook the soles of our feet, while it gently untied the strings in our shoes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undeveloped love was met by an infinite string of beautiful music that night.  We'll just continue to glance for now; the memory that gets wrapped up in melodies and rhythm s is a hard friend to say goodbye to.  The songs will be our soundtrack, and someday we'll have our dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-116466457954384324?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/116466457954384324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=116466457954384324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/116466457954384324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/116466457954384324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2006/11/blue-in-green_27.html' title='blue in green.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-116449972659628779</id><published>2006-11-25T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T16:12:51.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.uvm.edu/~sgutman/rain%20in%20city.jpg" width="400" height="526"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i prayed that God would give me a sign of his love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave me rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe that on any other day, i would have been downtrodden by this downpour, but today was different.  today God gave me love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today God gave me love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today God gave me hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today God showed me showed me beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today God gave me reverance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today God opened my eyes to these things, and helped me to realize how blessed I am, how blessed we are, to experience these things every day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, God made rain just for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God made a beautiful storm, just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish that I had some way to give him back all the wonders that he created for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right then i realized that i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could give him the greatest creation in all of his creations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could give him myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could give him these things, just as He has given them to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is beautiful, it will be beautiful, God is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-116449972659628779?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/116449972659628779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=116449972659628779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/116449972659628779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/116449972659628779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2006/11/rain.html' title='rain.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-116261236369088541</id><published>2006-11-03T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T19:52:43.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>things fall apart.</title><content type='html'>latest additions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the national - alligator&lt;br /&gt;2. page france - hello, dear wind&lt;br /&gt;3. the knife - silent shout&lt;br /&gt;4. love is all - 9 times that same song&lt;br /&gt;5. beach house - beach house&lt;br /&gt;6. silversun pickups - carnavas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should have got my license when i could have.  my ride fell through and that means no borat/poker/all around good time celebrating nate's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-116261236369088541?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/116261236369088541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=116261236369088541' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/116261236369088541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/116261236369088541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2006/11/things-fall-apart.html' title='things fall apart.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-116223710146206082</id><published>2006-10-30T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T11:38:21.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it gets dark here far too early.</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-116223710146206082?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/116223710146206082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=116223710146206082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/116223710146206082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/116223710146206082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-gets-dark-here-far-too-early.html' title='it gets dark here far too early.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-116208022737400995</id><published>2006-10-28T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T17:03:47.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear shaina.</title><content type='html'>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:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  today we went to a&amp;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i wish you were here so we could:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  go see that beautiful movie.&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either way, i've still got tonight to find my way there.  hopefully things will work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jamison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-116208022737400995?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/116208022737400995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=116208022737400995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/116208022737400995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/116208022737400995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2006/10/dear-shaina.html' title='dear shaina.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-116162810749194187</id><published>2006-10-23T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T11:28:27.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sofia.</title><content type='html'>i can not get over this record.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dear jamison, what is the opposite of an old wave?"&lt;br /&gt;new wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"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?"&lt;br /&gt;new wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dear jamison, my girlfriend just dumped me, what should i do?"&lt;br /&gt;new wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of meandering insight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't mention them in my friends blog post, but man, this is a darn good one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://zombiemayhem.blogspot.com"&gt;a sait of affairs&lt;/a&gt; - 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, time to find a nice window spot, and read my afternoon away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farewell.&lt;br /&gt;Jamison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-116162810749194187?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/116162810749194187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>oregon.</title><content type='html'>this week's latest additions aren't so much new, but rather they're old records i re-discovered.  get yo self INTO it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. dntel - life is full of possibilities&lt;br /&gt;2. zero 7 - the garden&lt;br /&gt;3. you say party! we say die! - hit the floor&lt;br /&gt;4. jose gonzalez - veneer&lt;br /&gt;5. interpol - turn on the bright lights&lt;br /&gt;6. mates of state - bring it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might go to oregon in march.  &lt;br /&gt;might release a cd in march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to think about life anymore; i just want to live life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamison.&lt;div 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title='oregon.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-116114552284472468</id><published>2006-10-17T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T21:25:22.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tired.</title><content type='html'>i was up at 6:30 today.  &lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squarepusher is hot to death right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so is the yamaha psr-75 keyboard.  best tone bank ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's getting blogs now.  i've never felt closer to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found my old headband.  it, too, is hot to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, egg nog is back on the market.  pumpkin pie is still available too.  suck it shaina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marie antoinette: amazing soundtrack, probably the movie of the year?  callin it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i'm in the most intense five person coversation ever.  off i sway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-116114552284472468?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/116114552284472468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=116114552284472468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/116114552284472468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/116114552284472468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2006/10/tired.html' title='tired.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-116110197679088983</id><published>2006-10-17T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T09:19:36.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friends.</title><content type='html'>think i've got insight on things.  not compared to these folks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://avintagevalentine.blogspot.com"&gt;a vintage valentine&lt;/a&gt; - the writings of the lovely shaina les panther.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mythoughtsonamondaynight.blogspot.com"&gt;my thoughts on a monday night&lt;/a&gt; - a lovely young man named zach, who is alot deeper than i was at his age.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thelittlestviking.blogspot.com/"&gt;the littlest viking&lt;/a&gt; - one of my favourite people in the whole world, with the best blog name i've ever heard.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jumojumo.blogspot.com"&gt;struck down but not destroyed&lt;/a&gt; - a modern day theologian, jumo's insight into Christianity, and all around life, is beautiful and inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lurk! lurk! lurk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-116110197679088983?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/116110197679088983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=116110197679088983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/116110197679088983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/116110197679088983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2006/10/friends.html' title='friends.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-116095343281598111</id><published>2006-10-15T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T16:03:52.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pulling our weight.</title><content type='html'>latest additions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. copeland - eat, sleep, repeat&lt;br /&gt;2. ost - marie antoinette&lt;br /&gt;3. ryan adams - heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;4. malajube - le compte complet&lt;br /&gt;5. mogwai - zidane: a 21st century portrait soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;6. camera obscura - let's get out of this country&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-116095343281598111?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/116095343281598111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=116095343281598111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/116095343281598111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/116095343281598111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2006/10/pulling-our-weight.html' title='pulling our weight.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-116079918333455845</id><published>2006-10-13T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:13:03.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whispering the gardens to sleep.</title><content type='html'>a love that falls, like leaves to the ground&lt;br /&gt;won't speak much louder than a whispering sound&lt;br /&gt;that quietly plays the drums in your ears&lt;br /&gt;with brushes so gently, yet perfectly clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a love that screams at the the top of its lungs&lt;br /&gt;will begin to sing songs, never before sung&lt;br /&gt;with mighty brass and rising strings&lt;br /&gt;the conductor will smile, as together we sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a love that weeps as you throw it aside&lt;br /&gt;will bury its feelings so deep inside&lt;br /&gt;and wait for that moment when you're at your least&lt;br /&gt;to wipe those rain drops off of your cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a day will come, when this love is revealed&lt;br /&gt;it will seperate between us what's fake and what's real&lt;br /&gt;it will soon become the secret we can't keep&lt;br /&gt;and we will whisper the gardens to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-116079918333455845?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/116079918333455845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=116079918333455845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/116079918333455845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/116079918333455845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2006/10/whispering-gardens-to-sleep.html' title='whispering the gardens to sleep.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-116020133318998554</id><published>2006-10-06T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T23:31:43.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the beauty of everything.</title><content type='html'>(this was written under one of my favourite trees)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is beautiful, it will always be beautiful, God is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-116020133318998554?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/116020133318998554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=116020133318998554' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/116020133318998554'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/571/2542/1600/IMGP2175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/571/2542/400/IMGP2175.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/571/2542/1600/IMGP2084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/571/2542/400/IMGP2084.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/571/2542/1600/IMGP2085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/571/2542/400/IMGP2085.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;weirdest wendy's experience ever&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/571/2542/1600/IMGP2088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/571/2542/400/IMGP2088.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/571/2542/1600/IMGP2164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/571/2542/400/IMGP2164.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;illinois.  &lt;br /&gt;a very short story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a certain level of excitement that just can't be stopped from showing itself.  the first road trip.  our parents had loaded us up with snacks, small change and hugs.  it felt like we were embarking on this romantic adventure.  we were adventurers.  of course ten hours, and two states isn't that much of an adventure, but you couldn't of convinced that to us.  we were young, and invincible.  we were alive.  we loaded up the ship and kissed our mom's goodbye.  i sat behind the wheel of this Volkswagen Vessel.  our maps had been charted and the bottle had been broken.  my first mate gave me the signal, and with the fury of ten monsoons, i launched us into first gear.  i'll never forget the beautiful sound of grinding metal, excited chatter and AM radio, all blended into one.  our minds raced at the thought of Chicago.  our hearts beat faster than ever before.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the sun set in the distant west, the others all slept.  the world flew by me.  the colours of the setting sun reflected of the lakes made of glass.  the cool air blew my hair into a thousand different directions.  i seemed to think about things that i had never thought of before.  i thought about life, and love, and how my gang and i would end up.  we were so young.  i thought of her.  we thought we were in love, but i wondered if i'd ever remember her.  i figured we would grow apart.  all these things seemed to be insignificant at the time though.  all that was important was the view in front of me.  the prairies seemed to be mine that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us fell in love on that trip.  we fell in love with life.  we experienced a taste of the glory, and the beauty that this life has for us.  we got lost; we marveled at the lights; we laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we lived.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-115922455160990400?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/115922455160990400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=115922455160990400' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/115922455160990400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/115922455160990400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2006/09/le-robot-sexy.html' title='le robot sexy.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-115898498303930825</id><published>2006-09-22T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T21:25:55.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wrapped up in books.</title><content type='html'>i realized the other day.  i haven't just sat and watched a movie in at least three weeks.  i've been pretty busy with school/homework/reading, and i haven't really taken any time to just sit and relax.  i think i'll make time for that this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read a new book!  it was beautiful.  my friend amanda reccomended it to me, and when i found out that the authour just happened to be the same guy that wrote one of my favourite books ever.  the book is called "through painted deserts" and it's by Donald Miller.  i couldn't reccomend it enough.  in fact, come aske me if you can borrow it.  as long as i get it back, i'd love to lend it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i haven't watched many movies lately, i have been listening to music.  alot!  you can track my progress &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/user/acompromise"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;  lately it's been alot of ryan adams, lots of radiohead, lots of theivery corp, and lots of ninjatune.  i showed jesse jaga jazzist the other weekend.  he was really affected by it, and that's sweet to hear.  i love it when music really makes a difference to people.  i also know how much he loves music, so it's also encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things have been going well at school.  i write alot of emails.  mostly to three people, but still, they seem to get me through the day sometimes.  i've been playing this card game called "rook" with some friends i've made there.  it's a good time.  it's the kind of thing where we don't really talk about anything but rook, but after we played two of the guys and i stuck around the lounge and talked about life.  it's nice getting some new perspectives on things, and just meeting new people in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, on to the reason you're really here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE MIXTAPE TO END ALL MIXTAPES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ezarchive.com/acompromise/AlbumSpace/71EW9J4NEX/_zid-2005632/_open-/01_Chin_High_%28Manuvadelics_Version%29.mp3;file=/01_Chin_High_%28Manuvadelics_Version%29.mp3"&gt;5. Roots Manuva - Chin High (Manuvadelics Version)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.exclaim.ca/images/roots_manuva_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.exclaim.ca/images/roots_manuva_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just try not to nod your head.  Man, the groove in this song is just sick.  That whole siren/bleep/synthy thing, that pans from left to right makes the song.  Not to mention that Roots' flow is better than a good 75% of most rappers out there today.  If you're not so much into Hip Hop, give it a try anyways.  It's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:  I had this sweet new way to host songs, but it isn't working out.  So if anyone has a suggestion of a good place to host MP3s, let me know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mixtape Thus Far:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://mp3download.myspace.com/music.ashx?bandid=3285959&amp;songid=19209050&amp;name=3285959_bc9b23ce"&gt;The Album Leaf - Always For You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://mp3download.myspace.com/music.ashx?bandid=106451814&amp;songid=24517540&amp;name=106451814_b6cee1a0"&gt;Sigur Ros - Hoppipolla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://mp3download.myspace.com/music.ashx?bandid=91278905&amp;songid=18036714&amp;name=91278905_07d79905"&gt;Squarepusher - Iambic 9 Poetry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.bizart.cz/downloads/mybloody-sometimes.mp3"&gt;My Bloody Valentine - Sometimes&lt;/a&gt; (right click, and save as)&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.ezarchive.com/acompromise/AlbumSpace/71EW9J4NEX/_zid-2005632/_open-/01_Chin_High_%28Manuvadelics_Version%29.mp3;file=/01_Chin_High_%28Manuvadelics_Version%29.mp3"&gt; Roots Manuva - Chin High (Manuvadelics Version)&lt;/a&gt; (right click, and save as)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and love!&lt;br /&gt;Jamison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-115898498303930825?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/115898498303930825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=115898498303930825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/115898498303930825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/115898498303930825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2006/09/wrapped-up-in-books.html' title='wrapped up in books.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-115853045832119621</id><published>2006-09-17T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T21:16:51.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cold feet.</title><content type='html'>literally.  i need some socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to see the view from my window?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/571/2542/1600/IMGP2071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/571/2542/320/IMGP2071.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-115853045832119621?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/115853045832119621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=115853045832119621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/115853045832119621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/115853045832119621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2006/09/cold-feet.html' title='cold feet.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-115820824953591202</id><published>2006-09-13T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T21:49:07.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blue in green.</title><content type='html'>where do people find hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is it that keeps a person from just ending their life.  a typical "Christian" answer is that as a follower of Christ, i have hope in an eternal life with Jesus.  I feel blessed to know, and believe, that, and i know that many other Christians feel the same.  I also know that many Christians that agree with that, still find themselves scared and unable to stay positive about their faith.  and why shouldn't they!  this life we're stuck in is really crappy.  do you know how much deception, manipulation, shadiness, and all around terrible things go on from day-to-day?  we're forced to deal with death, wars and sadness, with a smile on our face the whole time?  why should we have hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a pessimist.  i take pride in the fact that when i look at a situation, i can see the good in things; when i look at a person, and i see that they're struggling, i can see the good in them.  i think that we need to take hope in love.  we need to let people know that they're loved.  we shouldn't tear others down, but rather we should build one another up, continuously.  all the petty grievances, the pointless quarrels, these are the things we need to leave behind.  why can't our generation be known for our ability to love one another.  is it really so hard?  honestly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does it feel so hard to make a difference.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MIXTAPE TO END ALL MIXTAPES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.bizart.cz/downloads/mybloody-sometimes.mp3"&gt;My Bloody Valentine - Sometimes&lt;/a&gt; (right click, and save as)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mic.gr/dbimages/1928_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a big breath in.  Exhale.&lt;br /&gt;Listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mixtape Thus Far:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://mp3download.myspace.com/music.ashx?bandid=3285959&amp;songid=19209050&amp;name=3285959_bc9b23ce"&gt;The Album Leaf - Always For You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://mp3download.myspace.com/music.ashx?bandid=106451814&amp;songid=24517540&amp;name=106451814_b6cee1a0"&gt;Sigur Ros - Hoppipolla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://mp3download.myspace.com/music.ashx?bandid=91278905&amp;songid=18036714&amp;name=91278905_07d79905"&gt;Squarepusher - Iambic 9 Poetry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.bizart.cz/downloads/mybloody-sometimes.mp3"&gt;My Bloody Valentine - Sometimes&lt;/a&gt; (right click, and save as)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-115820824953591202?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/115820824953591202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=115820824953591202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/115820824953591202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/115820824953591202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2006/09/blue-in-green.html' title='blue in green.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-115785961018365890</id><published>2006-09-09T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T20:43:55.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>makes sense.</title><content type='html'>i'll let Paul do the speaking today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.” (Col 3:17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men,” (Col 3:23)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MIXTAPE TO END ALL MIXTAPES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://content.music.myspace.com/music.ashx?bandid=91278905&amp;songid=18036714&amp;name=Iambic9Poetry"&gt;Squarepusher - Iambic 9 Poetry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.infratunes.com/musique/fotos-artistes/squarepusher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.infratunes.com/musique/fotos-artistes/squarepusher.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've called this song "one of the most beautiful songs i've ever heard", and it truly is.  Everything about this song: The structure, the warm sound, the frantic drum beat at the end.  the way the whole thing just builds up, with this beautiful atmospheric bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mixtape Thus Far:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://content.music.myspace.com/music.ashx?bandid=3285959&amp;songid=19209050&amp;name=AlwaysforYou"&gt;The Album Leaf - Always For You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://content.music.myspace.com/music.ashx?bandid=106451814&amp;songid=24517540&amp;name=Hoppipolla"&gt;Sigur Ros - Hoppipolla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://content.music.myspace.com/music.ashx?bandid=91278905&amp;songid=18036714&amp;name=Iambic9Poetry"&gt;Squarepusher - Iambic 9 Poetry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-115785961018365890?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/115785961018365890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=115785961018365890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/115785961018365890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/115785961018365890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2006/09/makes-sense.html' title='makes sense.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-115778350494243810</id><published>2006-09-08T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T20:45:18.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that you're relying on to lead you home.</title><content type='html'>i can't stress this enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole mysterious act?  it's not as fun and exciting as it looks.  because if you don't put yourself out there, and just sit back, it's pretty darn lonely.  feeling accepted and being befriended is a much more rewarding experience, rather than being anti-social.  it's alot easier to find out about people, and yourself, if you're open and talkative.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either way, my plans for my mysterious campus life sucked.  so i bailed on it, and decided to start being talkative.  and what do you know, i had a few lovely conversations today.  a conversation with a new person is better than sitting alone, blocking out the outside world.  though there's a place and time for that, don't get me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, let's move on.  tonight was a good night.  i really love people and friends and sitting around talking about music and dr. pepper and birthdays and seeing old friends and daft punk.  lucas, brodie, brendan, rob and i hid in our booth and laughed, and laughed more, and then lucas would play us a ringtone, and then we'd quote the office, and man.  i can't express how nice it was to have a good laugh.  and those guys kept me in stiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i WILL see the album leaf in vancouver, in november.  also, i guess the kings of leon are opening for BOB DYLAN (uhh..wow) in vancouver.  i suppose if i miss that i'll be kicking myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continuing with our lovely mixtape project:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MIXTAPE TO END ALL MIXTAPES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://content.music.myspace.com/music.ashx?bandid=106451814&amp;songid=24517540&amp;name=Hoppipolla"&gt;Sigur Ros - Hoppipolla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.musicclub.it/foto/si/big/SIGUR_ROS._col.tif.0.big.jpg.big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images.musicclub.it/foto/si/big/SIGUR_ROS._col.tif.0.big.jpg.big.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful.  Sigur Ros is just beautiful.  In a world where there is so much hate, and pain, and pure ugliness, there are a few bright lights.  I think that Sigur Ros' music could change lives.  If everyone could just sit down, listen to Takk..., maybe enjoy a warm cup of tea, alot of the world's problems would just melt away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this band, and I hope you do too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-115778350494243810?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/115778350494243810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=115778350494243810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/115778350494243810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/115778350494243810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2006/09/that-youre-relying-on-to-lead-you-home.html' title='that you&apos;re relying on to lead you home.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-115731383833234825</id><published>2006-09-03T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T20:44:37.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sawdust and diamonds.</title><content type='html'>so the last few days have been pretty intresting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't really done all that much, but i sure have given my ears a workout.  i think i've listened to more new music in the last two days, than i have the whole summer.  new records by joanna newsom, the decemberists, the rapture, ben kweller and a whole lot of brian wilson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing that's good for you, is that i've been feeling generous.  for the next little while, i'm going to be posting a song along with the blog.  it's kind of like that "infinite mixtape" thing that pitchfork does.  only mine will have a better name, and be less pretentious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i proudly present:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE MIXTAPE TO END ALL MIXTAPES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://content.music.myspace.com/music.ashx?bandid=3285959&amp;songid=19209050&amp;name=AlwaysforYou"&gt;The Album Leaf - Always For You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.methodshop.com/music/interviews/albumleaf/album_leaf_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first things first:  i love the album leaf.  i mean, alot.  i think "in a safe place" might be my all time favourite album.  so of course i was going to love the new album.  but would it top "in a safe place".  the albums are diffrent, though they definetly keep that same "album leaf" sound.  the one thing that really sticks out to me about the new album is the presence of the vocals.  there are at least four tracks with vocals, and that's definetly not a bad thing.  they're actually really good.  i think that that's demonstrated here on "always for you".  there's still that laid back, rhodes-ey feel, but the vocals make it so much more accessable.  i think this is the kind of song that could turn the album leaf into a household name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;Jamison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-115731383833234825?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/115731383833234825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=115731383833234825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/115731383833234825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/115731383833234825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2006/09/sawdust-and-diamonds.html' title='sawdust and diamonds.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-115683038564783703</id><published>2006-08-28T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T22:46:25.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i see monsters.</title><content type='html'>done with captain!&lt;br /&gt;we had a good time last night, but i'm definetly glad it's done.  time to move on, and upwards.&lt;br /&gt;i got to spend the day with a lot of really good people.  jamison's bbq was alot of fun.  i was really relaxed, which i guess is one way to put it.  who knows what that means.  don't even ask.&lt;br /&gt;lots of swimming this week.&lt;br /&gt;if you want to see me before i leave, then lets get together.  i'm not sticking around for much longer.&lt;br /&gt;sleep tight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-115648664740529662</id><published>2006-08-24T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T23:17:49.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mixtape number two: good times.</title><content type='html'>the music that plays when nothing can get you done, (in alphabetical order).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the arcade fire - rebellion (lies)&lt;br /&gt;2. beck - hell yes&lt;br /&gt;3. belle and sebastian - wrapped up in books&lt;br /&gt;4. bloc party - little thoughts&lt;br /&gt;5. broken social scene - pacific theme&lt;br /&gt;6. clap your hands say yeah! - is this love?&lt;br /&gt;7. daft punk - one more time&lt;br /&gt;8. despistado - a stirstick's prediction&lt;br /&gt;9. dntel - (this is) the dream of evan and chan&lt;br /&gt;10. the februarys - where the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;11. the faint - your retro career melted&lt;br /&gt;12. the format - oceans&lt;br /&gt;13. the go team! - panther dash&lt;br /&gt;14. kings of leon - the bucket&lt;br /&gt;15. the long winters - ultimatum&lt;br /&gt;16. mates of state - beautiful dreamer&lt;br /&gt;17. metric - poster of a girl&lt;br /&gt;18. of montreal - forcast facist future&lt;br /&gt;19. sherwood - the only song&lt;br /&gt;20. sylvie - common art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good one with THAT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-115648664740529662?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/115648664740529662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=115648664740529662' title='0 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haven't been posting enough, and that's fair i guess.  i haven't really been overly busy, i just haven't had much to write about i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the summer is over!  or at least it feels that way.  the fall is bringing all sorts of new and exciting things.  i will be heading back west for school, which i'm pretty stoked on.  i have this idea for myself.  i don't really know many people going there, so i'm going to walk around with my headphones alot, and become that quiet guy who listens to music all the time.  and when someone tries to break through my outer shell, and find out what i'm all about, they'll ask, "what are you listening to?" and i'll give them my headphones and it will be like animal collective or some random nonsensical indie band that will create even more of a mystique for me.  i think that sounds like fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also going to be focusing alot more on my tremulance stuff.  if you don't know me at all, and don't know what that is: &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thetremulance"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.purevolume.com/thetremulance"&gt;purevolume&lt;/a&gt;.  consider yourself educated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-115628093660843195?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/115628093660843195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=115628093660843195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/115628093660843195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/115628093660843195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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favourite moments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it's a dream come true."&lt;br /&gt;"it's a cat."&lt;br /&gt;"tommorow morning, you'll find your womb on the ceiling."&lt;br /&gt;"but guys, i don't seriously eat babies."&lt;br /&gt;-"what's on your egg sandwhich?"&lt;br /&gt;-"that's an egg SALAD sandwhich.&lt;br /&gt;"come on, live a little.  shake it up!  shake it up...SHAKE IT UP"&lt;br /&gt;"lesbian free"&lt;br /&gt;"ioof!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a nice suprise today too.  my good friend bobby stopped by and we went out on the town.  mostly just to the mall and the record store, but still.  lots of laughs.  makes me miss the last few years.  i guess i have to keep looking forward.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, i guess i just miss her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-115483435197312334?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-115429567475807286</id><published>2006-07-30T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T14:41:14.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slow night, so long.</title><content type='html'>i don't even know where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last month has kind of been a blur.  the start of the month was spent at Living Springs Bible Camp, just outside of Camrose, AB.  not only did i get to play a show with the captains, but i also got to be a cabin leader, with a rad group of guys.  after the week there, we spent another week in regina, just hanging out, going swimming.  you know, the usual.  this last week was spent at another camp in middle-of-nowhere, saskatachewan.  though it was great to be a cabin leader at the first camp, it was great to have just the music to worry about at this camp.  without the responsibility of taking care of kids, i got to sleep a lot more, and play a whole lot of freecell.  now i'll be back in the city for a few weeks before we take off for our last camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that you're caught up, here's what's actually important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these last few weeks have really made me realize how important and poignant my faith really is.  i've been a christian for my entire life, and it took me this far to really grasp the importance of the life of Jesus Christ.  i don't know what you, random reader, believes in, but i can tell you that i have never felt more secure and thankful for my faith.  i'd always heard people saying, "Jesus died for your sins", but it really wasn't until this month, that it really sunk in, how amazing that really is.  maybe all this comes from the fact that i was baptized this month, but i don't know.  i think it's funny how easy it is for christians to just cruise through life, not thinking of what an amazing God we have.  we accept whats around us so easily, when the fact of the matter is, it's what's waiting for us after life that is going to be the real treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, maybe that will make you think about things.  i hope it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-115429567475807286?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/115429567475807286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=115429567475807286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/115429567475807286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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lineup that night was reallly sick, so we were definetly stoked to be there.  unfortuantly, the drive to saskatoon from regina takes about three weeks.  i don't know why it feels like it takes forever, but my word.  the longest, boringst trip.  either way, we showed up, and called our boi Jimmy.  he gave us a floor to sleep on, and a sweet little x-men video, with a lot of swearing in it, to watch.  the show was great that night.  we got to see Means play one of their first shows with Tyler on bass.  it was suppper good, and we danced and had a great time.  i also got to see Jumo, who is a reader of this blog.  so a big shout out to him for coming and rocking out with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the next morning it was off to swift current, home of my favourite person in the whole world: Bobbykins!  we cruised into town, and were hanging out at mcdonalds, when this van full of a bunch of our friends shows up.  we cruised around for a bit, and then headed to the venue.  the "lyric theatre" was definetly the most interesting venue we played in on this tour.  there's like a disco floor, and the stage has like an emptied moat around it.  it was alot of fun.  we dedicated the set, and every song individually to bob, who came and shreaded his lungs for a song with us.  it was a great time.  after the show we had a great time talking at BPs.  i also witnessed Drew consume his first pint.  he hadn't ate anything the whole day, so he went from being talkative to...very talkative.  but it was all good.  there were alot of sweet people in swift, and lots of encouraging words were said.  so many thanks to all our friends in swift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after swift was our last show of the tour, in moose jaw.  it was great going back and having such a good turnout.  we chilled with our palz in Go Jeff!!!, who were definetly one of my favourite bands to watch.  they will make you dance, and possibly intoxicate you, just with their music.  it was a good night too.  and it was nice to be back in regina that night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, with tour over, we've had lots of time to hang out, and go swimming.  it's been REALLY hot lately, so we've spent alot of time in our friends pool.  i think we're making a music video out of all the fun underwater videos we've taken.  i'll post some fun pictures someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you're all doing well!  take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-115206122011545024?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/115206122011545024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=115206122011545024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weyburn!  shainas and jennifus met as at dq, and we all enjoyed sweet ice cold treats.  we also went to the sweet weyburn mall, and looked at the kitties in the pet store.  we spent the afternoon lazing around shaina's place, watching little nicky, being sweet.  we were met at the venue by kelly thiessen, who runs TAGS (the venue).  now, this place is probably the coolest venue we've played at yet.  the room upstairs is where the bands play, and downstairs there's this rad lounge with video games and fun.  we got to hang out with our bffz in restrain the enemy.  brennon asked if we wanted to play x-BOX.  we all laughed alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the show we went to tim hortons and got made fun of for being "emo".  kalen and i are going to burn down their houses.  but not actually.  internet police!!  anyways, when we got back to shaina's, kalen was watching a clockwork orange.  that is a strange movie.  we fell asleep watching fletch.  not a great movie.  thankfully i have my "sleep" mix, and azure ray sang me right to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left for regina sometime in teh morning.  at breakfast i got to sit in a big sweet chair, and it made me feel like the best.  thanks for the chair shaina.  we squished five of us in our station wagon somehow.  karl bought us chips and pop, and it made the ride much more enjoyable.  we pulled into regina, and went straight to dinner with the rte boys.  hanging out with those guys definetly reminds me why i'm glad to be back in regina.  friends are amazing, and i'm so glad i've got to see so many this tour.  anyways, regina was such an amazing show.  so many friends.  so many new friends.  everyone just gave us so much love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got a few days off in regina, which was also soooo nice.  then we headed off to winnipeg, for some really good times.  i got to spend every night with my lovely friend Kim.  we got some good bubble tea the first night, good perkins the second night, and good nacho libre the third.  the show in winnipeg was small, but my older brother got to see us play for the first time, so that was really cool.  i think i like winnipeg a little more after every trip.  we also watched..ALOT of lost.  which was also, ridiculously good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after winnipeg was russell, mb.  we got to spend the night with our bffz in the fortuante, and got to listen to some GOOD hardcore music with them and our new friend in anew.  both bands are sick like aids, and just.really good.  and the breakdown in "this is more" by stick to your guns is the heaviest thing EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MOVE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, after russell, we headed back to regina, and today i went to the imax.  we also bought some herbal cigarettes and took pictures of us smoking them.  just tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going to go buy the outsiders tonight.  just a great book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-115076670764559329?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/115076670764559329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=115076670764559329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/115076670764559329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/115076670764559329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2006/06/very-hush-hush-part-two.html' title='the very hush hush (part two)'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-115044090260056264</id><published>2006-06-15T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T23:55:02.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the very hush hush.</title><content type='html'>good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend drew says, "good times" alot.  these last few weeks have definetly deserved the phrase.  i'm in winnipeg right now, and i've had the pleasure of seeing so many good people while i've been here.  anyways, the whole thing started in alberta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;medicine hat was an interesting day.  we were all a little tired from the trip, but by the time we finished walking around superstore, looking for a healthy meal, we all seemed to be back in good spirits.  we settled on carrots and ranch dip/pumpkin pie/bread/choclate milk...delicious.  so we sat outside of the superstore, and enjoyed a very warm day.  we walked over to the mall, checked out hmv, picked up an essential cheap tv show box set on dvd, and were off to the venue.  if there's one thing to say about medicine hat, it's that the kids that go to shows are really nice kids.  they may not be a huge fan of your music, but man, they're so nice.  we met a super nice christian kid named Travis, who makes music as "7th Ave." him and his friends were so welcoming and nice to us, that they made us feel right at home.  we played horrendus that night.  there were only two outlets in the whole venue, and i'm pretty sure they weren't grounded correctly.  either way, i had to plug my guitar into the PA system, which sounded like utter trash.  because of our lame technical issues we only played four or five songs.  again, the kids were nothing but kind to us.  as we packed up our gear, lots of people came and talked with us, and made us feel a bit better about our crappy preformance.  that night we also met our new friends in Adverse Vital Signs.  easily some of the nicest guys we've played with.  we were stoked that we would get to play three nights in a row with good guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after the show we made the late night trek to swift current, home of our favourite person in the whole world, Bobby!  we had all met bob at briercrest, and we soon became total bff.  anyways, that night as the rest of the guys slept, bobby, brett (bobby's roomate) and i stayed up laughing at myspace bulletins, and having sweet webcam conversations with girls in bc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we slept in nice and late the next morning, then headed to mcdonalds after some quality television watching.  (roger lodge is a king among men).  we said our goodbyes with bobbykins, and were off to the next show in moose jaw.  we were all pretty stoked about playing in moose jaw, seeing as we've always had fun experiences playing there.  it was raining pretty hard that day, but it didn't seem to get our spirits down.  we hauled in all our gear, and then sat in the mall for a few.  the cdplus didn't sell any album leaf, but they did have a ben gibbard/andrew kenny split ep, that i didn't buy for some reason.  anyways, we headed back to the venue to find out that our friend Brad wasn't aloud to come to the show, because his parents thought it would be too late on a school night.  it sucks because i know he wanted to see us play pretty bad.  thankfully we'll be back at the end of june, and he'll be able to make it then.  anyways, that night was like a reunion.  we saw so many old friends, that it made us realize pretty quickly why we moved back to the praries.  our set was MUCH better that night, opposed to in Med Hat.  i was blown away at how many kids were singing along, and rocking out.  i love how not only did we get to have a great night playing music, but we got to do it with so many friends.  two of our friends came from the camp they were working at, and they offered to have us over at the camp for night.  of course we agreed (we're actually leading worship at the camp later in the summer), and off we went.  we kept rob awake on the drive by talking about the band.  andy kept saying "he didn't give a rat's ass", but none of us really know what that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we made it to the camp safe and sound, and that morning we (andy and i) slept in, which was followed by some serious "lost" watching.  our friend Mark had never seen any episodes, so we watched the first two episodes.  (andy and rob are now both getting into it.  i love it!)  anyways, we spent the rest of the afternoon drinking coffee and playing chess.  watching Karl and Drew play chess was like the funniest thing i've ever seen.  somehow our imaginations made a game of chess into some crazy battle, war thing.  don't even ask.  andy and i also messed up a pot of coffee.  which lead to a conversation my friend Kim and I had, but that's a whole other story.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we left from camp, to assiniboia, where we were playing that night.  it was great seeing another old briercrest friend Aaron.  he was kind of enough to not only let us play, but he let us crash on his floor that night AND his parents made us pancakes the next morning!  assiniboia was a super fun show, with a good turnout.  the stage was really high though.  i felt so blessed to be able to look into the crowd and see people singing along.  such a change from just a year, where no one knew or wanted to know us.  praise the Lord!  after the show we went to the Assiniboia Relay for Life.  i guess people walk around their civic center, raising money for cancer research (i think?  correct me if i'm wrong).  anyways, our friend Grayson has a new band, and they were playing a set.  they're all really young, but man, they have some CRAZY potential.  they didn't have a name, so drew came up with "The History" for them.  so if you ever hear about a really rad band out of Gravelbourg called The History, make sure you check them out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really late, so i'll finish this lovely story later.  i'll post some pics as soon as i can too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you! and chances are i really miss you, and can't wait to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-115044090260056264?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/115044090260056264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=115044090260056264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/115044090260056264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/115044090260056264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2006/06/very-hush-hush.html' title='the very hush hush.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-114965173087134912</id><published>2006-06-06T20:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T20:42:10.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in this ha-ha-home on ice.</title><content type='html'>the thing about these bands, is that they're really good.  maybe you've heard of them, and you scoff at the notion that you haven't.  but maybe you haven't, and you'll thank me for them later.  either way, enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;clap your hands say yeah!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this band has NO label support...none.  the fact that i can go to any cdplus/hmv/whatever and pick up their disc is support that this band has something going on.  last year they were called the "hottest unsigned band" in the states.  pitchfork gave their debut record a 9.1.  the truth is, they're worth the hype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/clapyourhandssayyeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;islands&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the unicorns were a band from montreal.  islands started a few months after the unicorns broke up.  they seem to share the same sense of indie pop, catchiness, but with a more optimistic way of getting things done.  though the band just had their drummer leave, expect more great things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/islandsareforever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dungen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last fall, dungen's second record, "ta det lungt", was my favourite record to fall asleep to.  now, this doesn't mean they're some sort of ambient, album leaf-ish group (not that there's anything wrong with that).  these guys actually really rock.  they've got this fuzzy, psychadelic sound, that just melted me into sleep.  oh yeah, they sing exclusively in sweedish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/dungen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wolfmother&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these guys get alot of rad publicity.  i saw them play on "muchondemand" for crying out loud.  regardless, they just straight up rock.  i think they've released one of hte best albums of 2006.  just TRY and not nod your head to "dimension" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/wolfmother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;you say party! we say die!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the captains had an oppurtunity to open for this lovely band.  i had picked up their cd as soon as i moved to bc, and i wasn't disapointed.  they're live show is even better.  expect BIG things from this band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/yousaypartywesaydie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-114965173087134912?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/114965173087134912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=114965173087134912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/114965173087134912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/114965173087134912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-this-ha-ha-home-on-ice_06.html' title='in this ha-ha-home on ice.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-114957512809388684</id><published>2006-06-05T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T23:25:28.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in a safe place.</title><content type='html'>i wish i could write.  not like this, write, but like write write.  i wish i could just pick up a guitar and write a song.  my friend andy can do it really well, and i've always been a little jealous of that.  (i know he reads this so, here's looking at you kid).  anyways, today i realized that i haven't wrote a song in forever.  now most of the songs i do write don't end up as captain songs, but that never really bothered me.  it seems like every time i pick up a guitar, i can't think of anything new to do.  just the same songs.  at least i've got this.  maybe i'll start focusing my independant creativity on something like...writing this blog!  or, maybe i'll follow in my friend drew's footsteps and write a novel.  i always liked that scene in waking life, where the guys in the coffee shop, writing furiously.  this girl then asks him, "what are you writing".  he starts to tell her about a story, that is just the characters living life.  maybe that's what i'll write about.  four early twentys musicians, struggling to make ends meet, while trying to pursue a dream, that everyone thinks they should give up on.  i doubt it would get published.  maybe i'll write a screenplay.  who knows.  i've got all summer to do something productive and artistic and creative with my time.  chances are i'll end up eating alot of fast food and watching too many movies.  maybe, i'll write a letter.  like a REAL letter, not a 10 K email.  i don't really know who i'd send a letter to.  i know, the only way i'll be able to do all this great creative stuff is if i discipline myself to do it.  SO, here's my plan (i'm making this up as i go, it will probably need revisions, so feel free to leave a comment and help me out):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll make a checklist, with certain guidelines, that features every type of writing i mentioned above (plus some more).  now, i'm going to organize in such a way, that every week i should have done something to either start, continue on, or finish one of these goals.  so how does this look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;[] write a song&lt;br /&gt;[] write a poem&lt;br /&gt;[] write a letter&lt;br /&gt;[] write a short story &lt;br /&gt;[] start writing a novel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the following months, i'll do the same task, or continue working on one of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's quite ambitious i know.  wish me luck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-114957512809388684?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/114957512809388684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=114957512809388684' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/114957512809388684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/114957512809388684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-safe-place.html' title='in a safe place.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-114905449059600358</id><published>2006-05-30T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T22:48:10.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the eraser.</title><content type='html'>1. the eraser.&lt;br /&gt;he has this crazy way of making a melody, with barely any kind of instrumentation.  with only two chords playing, he still can make something really listenable.  and when the background voices come in..that's nice.&lt;br /&gt;whoa...the down modulation in between the chorus and second verse.&lt;br /&gt;it's like..a mature, less poppy postal service.&lt;br /&gt;the beat at the end is so laid back, and relaxing, yet busy at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. analyse.&lt;br /&gt;this has much more of a 'hail to the theif' feel, a bit minor, with lots of piano/electronic beat.  almost an eastern feel, with the drums.  a tabla or sitar would fit in.  &lt;br /&gt;this has a very epic feel to it.  it keeps growing, and adding layers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. the clock.&lt;br /&gt;the panning on this record has been amazing so far.  listening in headphones makes it a treat.  thom beat boxing, look out.  the instrumentation has been really well done so far, on the whole record.  i can't tell whether it's a guitar playing the main melody, but it's got a really cool sound.  it's really distorted and fuzzy.  &lt;br /&gt;there's a real urgency in this song.  like you can see someone running down a back alley, in a black and white film.  &lt;br /&gt;a really great ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. black swan.&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time i can hear recognizable guitars, bass and electric.  the guitars definetly take precident over the beat, but the vocals are still the loudest in the mix.  "you cannot kickstart a dead horse, you just crush itself, and walk away".&lt;br /&gt;this is probably the least melodic of the tracks so far, not incredibly impressive, but...that synth part is cool in the "bridge".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. skip divided.&lt;br /&gt;the bass synth melody is really cool.  the atmosphere is really cool.  all the diffrent things being added to the layers.  its definetly building up to something.  the vocals are really hypnotizing.  again, not an overly melodic song, but much better than the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. atoms for peace.&lt;br /&gt;another bass synth melody, but much more melodic.  the vocals are higher, in a typical thom yorke range.  whoaaaa, his vocal melody does some crazy things.  this is much more optimistic.  "no more leaky holes in your brain, and no more false starts".  very laid back beat.  this song feels like it could work on kid a, easily.  &lt;br /&gt;one of my favourite thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. and it rained all night.&lt;br /&gt;starts with a distorted build up, into a dark, upbeat beat.  this song also has a sense of urgency in it, with a dark, minor melody to it.  it almost has a house, dance feel to it.  lots more layers get added, and it feels like a 'hard-to-dance-to', unstereotypical dance song.  like a daft punk song, with more offbeats.  i like his rising vocal melody.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. harrowdown hill.&lt;br /&gt;feels like another 'hail to the theif' b-side.  like 'where bluebirds fly' or 'paperbag writer'.  another bass melody, with sustaining drones.  "we think the same things at the same time, we just can't do anything about it".  the beat drops out and fades back in for the second verse.  the second vocal part, the echo, sounds really cool in the left speaker.  the piano sounds amazing.  fits the song perfectly.  the guitar as well, fits the feel of the song so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. cymbal rush.&lt;br /&gt;the start feels like a squarepusher or aphex twin beat.  the piano fading in, underneath the drones, sounds really good.  again, the more layers that get added, the better the song becomes.  everything fades but the beat.  just the piano, and a more standard, snare on 2 and 4 beat.  you can just feel it building up.  no climax.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a good record.  not very memorable, not one real standout song, but still very good.  it doesn't seem like the build ups in most of the song climaxed as big as most radiohead songs do.  still, a good record, and definetly worth the money to pick up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-114905449059600358?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/114905449059600358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=114905449059600358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/114905449059600358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/114905449059600358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2006/05/eraser.html' title='the eraser.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-114878763113219855</id><published>2006-05-27T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T20:40:31.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he moved in slow motion.</title><content type='html'>it's been so long!  forget how i am, how are you? (feel free to leave answer in comments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my absence, here's what i've done:&lt;br /&gt;a. quit work&lt;br /&gt;b. watched season 1 of scrubs&lt;br /&gt;c. bought a new guitar&lt;br /&gt;d. discovered The Format&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what more can i say.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you on the road in june.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-114878763113219855?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/114878763113219855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=114878763113219855' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/114878763113219855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/114878763113219855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2006/05/he-moved-in-slow-motion.html' title='he moved in slow motion.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-114740765738250130</id><published>2006-05-11T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T21:20:57.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>please be.</title><content type='html'>its funny how decieving looks can really be.  we're so quick to assume that we know what a person is like, before we even get a chance to figure out for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;example:&lt;br /&gt;this evening, the guys and i went to see a worship band that we used to go to school with.  when we pulled up to the church, there was this kid skating, and doing a pretty good job of it.  the first thing to pop into my head was, "i wonder if this kid knows what's going on inside the church tonight".  as we stood in the church foyer chatting and occasionaly looking outside to see this kid land another three flip, that thought kept coming to me.  eventually he made his way inside, and started talking to some of the other kids.  as the concert started, and kids started singing and worshipping, i noticed that kid at the front, hand in the air, singing his heart out to God.  i was taken back at the fact that i had silently stereotyped him as just some kid who skates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how often i'm trying to defend myself from being stereotyped, when i'm really just as bad as anyone.  so to anyone that i may have judged (outrightly, or just silently):  i apologize.  you didn't deserve it, and i'm sorry.  and to anyone that may have offended me by placing me in a stereotype, i'm sorry i over reacted.  i realize now how often i do the exact same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you're doing well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamison&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-114740765738250130?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/114740765738250130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=114740765738250130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/114740765738250130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/114740765738250130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2006/05/please-be.html' title='please be.'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-114707704463583475</id><published>2006-05-08T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T21:08:59.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday drew!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/kid_volta/"&gt;drews birthday pics here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-114707704463583475?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/114707704463583475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24510194&amp;postID=114707704463583475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/114707704463583475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24510194/posts/default/114707704463583475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday-drew.html' title='happy birthday drew!'/><author><name>Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18419171064640173642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://myspace-244.vo.llnwd.net/00987/44/22/987192244_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24510194.post-114680697608792081</id><published>2006-05-04T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T22:29:36.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>morbidity/cardiac arrest on the ninth</title><content type='html'>what a sad ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many people die every day.  &lt;br /&gt;how many people die for something they believe in.&lt;br /&gt;how many people die in the arms of the one they love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many people die from not taking their heart medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think al was a bad guy.  he was probably a really great guy actually.  the kind of guy that would let you have the day off, if business got slow.  his kids probably were embarressed of him, but deep down they knew that he loved them alot.  al's wife probably really loved him too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he probably loved her alot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many people have to call their friend's wife, to tell her that their friend has just died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death is all around us.  it's inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;but it still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even when you didn't know the deceased.&lt;br /&gt;it still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is so fragile.  it's a like vapour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happens to us when we die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe that those who believe in, and devote their lives to Jesus Christ will spend an eternity with him, in Heaven.  i also believe that those who don't, will spend an eternity in Hell, a place that is so far away from God's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God loves every single human being so much.  he sent his only son, who died so that we could spend that eternity with God.  just the way he had planned in the begining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what you believe.&lt;br /&gt;all i can tell you is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when your vapour of a life is done, i hope and pray that you will get to spend it with the Creator.  i hope that for every single human being on Earth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so does God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For God so loved the world, that he gave his one and only son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish, but have eternal life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24510194-114680697608792081?l=onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdrinktonight.blogspot.com/feeds/114680697608792081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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