<?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-6455466</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:41:54.530-04:00</updated><category term='aspartame gives you tumors'/><category term='Nano WriMo'/><category term='drabble'/><category term='the kind of thing that breaks my heart and brings a tear to my eye'/><category term='Backpacking to Deli Paradise'/><category term='personal reflections'/><category term='movies'/><category term='some more books'/><category term='books'/><category term='books and movies'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='quote'/><category term='this makes me so excited that i just might poo in my pants'/><category term='boys and girls club'/><category term='music'/><category term='lamentations'/><category term='more books'/><category term='the kind of thing that brings a smile to my heart and a tear to my eye'/><category term='slowest day in the world'/><category term='Here&apos;s Your Card'/><category term='society'/><category term='brought to you today by the letter &apos;P&apos;'/><category term='churchianity'/><category term='Hitchhiking to Hell'/><category term='statistics'/><category term='deja vu'/><category term='poems'/><title type='text'>Unending Song</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1654218267874872135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=1654218267874872135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/1654218267874872135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/1654218267874872135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2009/06/millionbillion.html' title='Million/Billion'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-6935388005396323096</id><published>2009-06-20T09:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T09:20:00.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the waves crash and pummel.beat and bruise.the current pulls and twists.escape is impossible and inevitable.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/6935388005396323096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=6935388005396323096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/6935388005396323096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/6935388005396323096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2009/06/waves-crash-and-pummel.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-5673325419395763385</id><published>2009-04-08T10:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:38:10.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apparently Spring has sprung.  I haven't noticed because I've been living a bit of a vamprical existence lately.  Leaving for work before dawn, coming home after dark.  Locking myself in the apartment all day every weekend attempting to recuperate from the drudgery of the work week.  Sucking the life out of those who are bold enough to approach.  Not much of a life at the moment, but I guess </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/5673325419395763385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=5673325419395763385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/5673325419395763385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/5673325419395763385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2009/04/apparently-spring-has-sprung.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-1670561044983934572</id><published>2009-03-06T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:10:41.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Louis CK on Conan O'Brien</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1670561044983934572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=1670561044983934572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/1670561044983934572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/1670561044983934572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2009/03/louis-ck-on-conan-obrien.html' title='Louis CK on Conan O&apos;Brien'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-5108672915535048633</id><published>2009-03-02T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:26:00.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening   &lt;!--   if (navigator.userAgent.toLowerCase().indexOf("msie") != -1 &amp;&amp;       parseInt(navigator.appVersion) &gt;= 4)         document.write(''); // --&gt;   Whose woods these are I think I know,His house is in the village though.He will not see me stopping here,To watch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must think it queer,To stop without a farmhouse near</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/5108672915535048633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=5108672915535048633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/5108672915535048633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/5108672915535048633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2009/03/stopping-by-woods-on-snowy-evening-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-8104688736407335721</id><published>2009-02-27T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:19:15.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver Lining</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/8104688736407335721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=8104688736407335721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/8104688736407335721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/8104688736407335721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2009/02/silver-lining.html' title='Silver Lining'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-69418451258038034</id><published>2009-02-26T12:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:13:04.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Panic is rising.I feel it in my soul.Thundering through my chestRacing through my brain.Hammering in my stomach.I twitch,I squirm.I want to retch,to run.And yet I'm stuck,in discomfort.plodding through quicksand.sinking lower, never movingI don't knowhow much longer can my soul stay afloat. Do I want to stay afloat. The crashing waves are strong, and wouldn't it be great,just to let them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/69418451258038034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=69418451258038034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/69418451258038034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/69418451258038034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2009/02/panic-is-rising.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-1043526443140303491</id><published>2009-02-25T11:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:16:25.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Down the river.</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I've got a meeting on Friday with my supervisor's supervisor, who is also the HR director.  I told her that I wanted to "talk about my plans for this fall".  Funny thing is I don't have any plans yet.  I just felt like I needed to give myself a deadline, I guess that Deadline is Friday.I'm not sure exactly what I'm going to say.Probably something along the lines of:1. As you are aware, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1043526443140303491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=1043526443140303491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/1043526443140303491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/1043526443140303491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2009/02/down-river.html' title='Down the river.'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-2779335277784404786</id><published>2009-02-24T14:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T14:19:58.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoppipolla</title><summary type='text'>I love this song.  It is featured on the Slumdog Millionaire and Penelope soundtracks.  If I ever get married, I want to walk down the aisle to this one.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/2779335277784404786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=2779335277784404786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/2779335277784404786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/2779335277784404786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2009/02/hoppipolla.html' title='Hoppipolla'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-1896628839999242848</id><published>2009-02-15T01:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:07:35.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny TV moment of the night....</title><summary type='text'>"George, I got the clap!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1896628839999242848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=1896628839999242848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/1896628839999242848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/1896628839999242848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2009/02/funny-tv-moment-of-night.html' title='Funny TV moment of the night....'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-8002196684275963230</id><published>2009-02-05T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T12:56:18.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamie thinks</title><summary type='text'>that there is a very good chance that her head might explode.  What the FUCK!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/8002196684275963230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=8002196684275963230' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/8002196684275963230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/8002196684275963230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2009/02/jamie-thinks.html' title='Jamie thinks'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-3670563190206383287</id><published>2009-02-04T17:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:09:13.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate Micucci</title><summary type='text'>Saw her last night on Scrubs.  Adorable.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3670563190206383287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=3670563190206383287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/3670563190206383287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/3670563190206383287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2009/02/kate-micucci.html' title='Kate Micucci'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-617120089331825222</id><published>2009-02-04T09:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:08:41.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Work is absolutely, 100% insane.  I'm drowning in paper work.  I don't know how I'm going to get through this.  I wish I could say I was longing for the weekend, but that would be a lie.  After Sunday comes Monday.  Monday just means it starts all over again, and if I have to think about it I just might kill myself.  I need a new job.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/617120089331825222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=617120089331825222' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/617120089331825222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/617120089331825222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2009/02/work-is-absolutely-100-insane.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-8733667781829264221</id><published>2009-01-30T09:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T09:06:19.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise, Yoda-ish words from The City of Ember</title><summary type='text'>" There is more to a bottle cap then keeping liquid from leaking out of a glass.  The main thing is, pay attention.  Pay close attention to everything, everything you see.  Notice what no one else notices and you'll know what no one else knows. What you get is what you get.  What you do with what you get, that's more the point.  Wouldn't you say?"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/8733667781829264221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=8733667781829264221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/8733667781829264221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/8733667781829264221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2009/01/wise-yoda-ish-words-from-city-of-ember.html' title='Wise, Yoda-ish words from The City of Ember'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-8981795594320244636</id><published>2009-01-23T23:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:10:17.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I am a Collector", a drabble by J.E. Barrett</title><summary type='text'>I have decided to become a collector.  Lots of people are collectors and it is a perfectly respectable hobby.  There are collectors of nut crackers, cuckoo clocks, porcelain cats, spoons, little buttons, big buttons, black buttons, square buttons, etc; and so it seems perfectly natural that I should join in this collecting frenzy.Some would think that acquiring the collectible would be the most </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/8981795594320244636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=8981795594320244636' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/8981795594320244636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/8981795594320244636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-collector-drabble-by-je-barrett.html' title='&quot;I am a Collector&quot;, a drabble by J.E. Barrett'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-6632321087215985001</id><published>2009-01-23T12:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:41:46.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Full fledged obsession</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/6632321087215985001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=6632321087215985001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/6632321087215985001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/6632321087215985001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2009/01/full-fledged-obsession.html' title='Full fledged obsession'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-1558779953092612018</id><published>2009-01-22T09:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T09:26:38.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buttons</title><summary type='text'>I know I've mentioned Coraline before, and I'm now probably bordering on obsession.  Thanks to my RSS feed of Neil Gaiman's blog, I've discovered this little gem. Go to it, watch it.  After all, who could be afraid of a button?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1558779953092612018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=1558779953092612018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/1558779953092612018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/1558779953092612018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2009/01/buttons.html' title='Buttons'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-2837846411547030497</id><published>2009-01-21T15:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:29:14.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>themoth.org</title><summary type='text'>Have I mentioned my love for The Moth?  No?  Well, I'm in love with The Moth.  "A moth?" you might ask.  "How can you be in love with a moth?  They're so flighty.  And they eat ugly sweaters."  To which I respond.  "No my simple-minded friend.  Not A moth, THE Moth." themoth.org to be more specific.  The Moth features real stories told by real people.  Unscripted and without notes.  They're also </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/2837846411547030497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=2837846411547030497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/2837846411547030497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/2837846411547030497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2009/01/themothorg.html' title='themoth.org'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-7833452363031198809</id><published>2009-01-16T10:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T16:51:13.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amitabh Bachchan "slams Slumdog"</title><summary type='text'>It seems that the world is abuzz with Slumdog Millionaire, and not just because it won 3 Golden Globes.  Media sources around the world claim that Amitabh Buchchan, a Bollywood Super Star, has "slammed" Slumdog, saying it portrays the "underbelly" of Indian society, and gives false impressions to the western world.The BBC quotes Buchchan, saying "If SM (Slumdog Millionaire) projects India as [a] </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/7833452363031198809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=7833452363031198809' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/7833452363031198809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/7833452363031198809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2009/01/amitabh-bachchan-slams-slumdog.html' title='Amitabh Bachchan &quot;slams Slumdog&quot;'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-3950528065621167671</id><published>2009-01-10T15:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:56:39.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here goes</title><summary type='text'>This is my first official post from my brand new iTouch. I think I prefer the old fashion computer way, but this will work in a pinch. Besides, it's too freaking cool not to post from here!Oh yea I know I said it was supposed to be here in a week but apple is amazing and it came in yesterday. The day after ordering it. Sweet!!! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3950528065621167671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=3950528065621167671' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/3950528065621167671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/3950528065621167671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-goes.html' title='Here goes'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-5836036345696797836</id><published>2009-01-08T14:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:49:17.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My new iTouch!</title><summary type='text'>It  should be here in a week.  I can't wait!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/5836036345696797836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=5836036345696797836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/5836036345696797836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/5836036345696797836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-itouch.html' title='My new iTouch!'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SWZiE1XberI/AAAAAAAAAJU/07PtM7dnoAI/s72-c/ipod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-3072687035613872677</id><published>2009-01-06T13:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:41:29.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock &amp; Roll</title><summary type='text'>I have this song stuck in my head.  It's been there since 6:45 am.  At this rate I fear that it will be there for the rest of eternity.  I just might be ok with that.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3072687035613872677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=3072687035613872677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/3072687035613872677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/3072687035613872677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2009/01/rock-roll.html' title='Rock &amp; Roll'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-1463877902116730738</id><published>2009-01-05T00:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T01:02:13.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>D.) It is written</title><summary type='text'>I accidentally treated myself to a movie today, Slumdog Millionaire.  A serendipitous moment to be sure.  It was delightful.  I laughed, I cried, I muffled a scream; well, if I hadn't been alone in a half-full theater that's what I would have done.  Regardless, this movie was terrific.  Perhaps the best movie I've seen in a while.  Hands down better than 7 Pounds, which I watched last week but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1463877902116730738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=1463877902116730738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/1463877902116730738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/1463877902116730738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2009/01/d-it-is-written.html' title='D.) It is written'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-4949606961341191743</id><published>2009-01-02T10:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T10:38:54.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day, Another Dollar</title><summary type='text'>I'm currently laying in bed, eating toast with homemade apple butter, listening to Dave Brubeck, and thumbing my way through Mansfield Park.  What could be better?  Perhaps what I have planned for the rest of the day! I'm taking Mom and Aunt Eileen (who was a surprise visitor this weekend, those cheeky Fast girls...), to the Smithsonian's and the Kennedy Center for one of their Free performances.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/4949606961341191743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=4949606961341191743' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/4949606961341191743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/4949606961341191743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-day-another-dollar.html' title='Another Day, Another Dollar'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-3740886260511246266</id><published>2008-12-30T11:12:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:48:16.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Query</title><summary type='text'>Is the corrupter to blame if someone is corruptible?  Who is at fault?  Should the blame fall to the weak minded individual who allowed themselves to be corrupted, or to the villain who took full advantage of the situation?  Is there even such a thing as a victim, or should weakness be categorized as a crime?Of course as with all things, this can most certainly not be the truth in all situations.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3740886260511246266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=3740886260511246266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/3740886260511246266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/3740886260511246266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/12/query.html' title='A Query'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-7700767460401761015</id><published>2008-12-30T10:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:09:10.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post?</title><summary type='text'>Let's see.  I'm sitting at work, which should mean that I'm working.  Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately?, this is not the case.  I'm really only here because I've pissed away all of my vacation time by sleeping and being utterly useless.  But I don't regret my decision to be a waste of space, it was delightful, and I plan on continuing the pattern into the new year.What else.  I'm waiting on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/7700767460401761015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=7700767460401761015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/7700767460401761015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/7700767460401761015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/12/post.html' title='A Post?'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-7034415961604208184</id><published>2008-12-28T01:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T01:01:15.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamie is...</title><summary type='text'>tired and lazy.  but i'd like to make a new post.  maybe someday soon.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/7034415961604208184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=7034415961604208184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/7034415961604208184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/7034415961604208184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/12/jamie-is.html' title='Jamie is...'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-3022058656011966674</id><published>2008-12-18T13:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T15:21:19.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things of Coraline, and books, of course</title><summary type='text'>i saw a trailer for Coraline on tv the other night.  I was so excited I squealed and made everyone in the room be quite.  The 11 year old I was babysitting was the only one in the room, or house.  So he sat there quitely staring at me wondering if I'd gone mad.  Perhaps I have.  But I think I'm just mad for Coraline.What else, let's see.  I've read a lot of books recently, only one worth </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3022058656011966674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=3022058656011966674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/3022058656011966674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/3022058656011966674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/12/things-of-coraline-and-books-of-course.html' title='Things of Coraline, and books, of course'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-5675368102352457451</id><published>2008-12-16T17:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:28:08.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My most recent i-Tunes purchase</title><summary type='text'>Zooey Deschanel.  M. Ward.  She &amp; Him, delightful.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/5675368102352457451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=5675368102352457451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/5675368102352457451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/5675368102352457451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-most-recent-i-tunes-purchase.html' title='My most recent i-Tunes purchase'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-2694534602319055642</id><published>2008-12-12T13:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:34:39.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self:</title><summary type='text'>write a blog entitled, "These aren't my shoes!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/2694534602319055642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=2694534602319055642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/2694534602319055642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/2694534602319055642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/12/note-to-self.html' title='Note to self:'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-3942884744898585089</id><published>2008-12-12T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:58:46.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics of Preschool</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3942884744898585089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=3942884744898585089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/3942884744898585089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/3942884744898585089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/12/politics-of-preschool.html' title='Politics of Preschool'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-3380847807092340329</id><published>2008-11-14T08:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:12:24.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If, by Rudyard Kipling</title><summary type='text'>If you can keep your head when all about youAre losing theirs and blaming it on you;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,But make allowance for their doubting too;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;If you can dream - and not make dreams your master</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3380847807092340329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=3380847807092340329' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/3380847807092340329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/3380847807092340329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-by-rudyard-kipling.html' title='If, by Rudyard Kipling'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-2868136754419226604</id><published>2008-11-10T01:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:42:34.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohio</title><summary type='text'>booked a ticket home.  feels like this...doesn't feel anything like this...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/2868136754419226604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=2868136754419226604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/2868136754419226604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/2868136754419226604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/11/ohio.html' title='Ohio'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-5602225987689997745</id><published>2008-11-06T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:08:22.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeker of Truth</title><summary type='text'> I've sort of been thinking about getting a tattoo.  I'm thinking about this one on the top of my foot with the dandelion seed wrapping around my ankle.The phrase comes from an ee cummings poem, Seeker of Truthseeker of truthfollow no pathall paths lead wheretruth is herewhat do you think?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/5602225987689997745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=5602225987689997745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/5602225987689997745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/5602225987689997745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/11/seeker-of-truth.html' title='Seeker of Truth'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SRNApULyuBI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ys3jKvi0hwQ/s72-c/dandelion4.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-6023124618497687720</id><published>2008-11-05T16:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:36:30.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A random assortment of thoughts</title><summary type='text'>Well, it is November 5. The day after the election, as I'm sure you are well aware. Obama has been elected president...and there was much rejoicing...yay. Well much rejoicing from my little corner of cyberspace, but perhaps, not from the entire country. A little traipse through facebook status' proves this point. Although I have refrained from any political talk, so far, I will say a little about</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/6023124618497687720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=6023124618497687720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/6023124618497687720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/6023124618497687720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-assortment-of-thoughts.html' title='A random assortment of thoughts'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-434411184242724241</id><published>2008-11-04T10:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:03:43.357-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nano WriMo'/><title type='text'>Untitled</title><summary type='text'>Susan looked down into a puddle that was quickly forming in the steady rain. She saw a reflection of herself. Her nut brown hair; her nut brown eyes; her nut brown freckles sprayed across her button nose. Everything seemed so, ordinary, So boring. She thought. Something’s just stay the same, but why do I have to be one of them?She sniffed, and wiped her nose on the back of her sleeve and looked </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/434411184242724241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=434411184242724241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/434411184242724241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/434411184242724241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/11/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-8838609535398354805</id><published>2008-10-31T14:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:03:10.748-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nano WriMo'/><title type='text'>NaNo WriMo</title><summary type='text'>"Art for art's sake does wonderful things to you. It makes you laugh. It makes you cry. It makes you want to take naps and go places wearing funny pants. Doing something just for the hell of it is a wonderful antidote to all the chores and "must-dos" of daily life. Writing a novel in a month is both exhilarating and stupid, and we would all do well to invite a little more spontaneous stupidity </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/8838609535398354805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=8838609535398354805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/8838609535398354805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/8838609535398354805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/10/nano-wrimo.html' title='NaNo WriMo'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-4677203207405571943</id><published>2008-10-22T10:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T10:41:54.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music of Chance</title><summary type='text'>"Nashe understood that he was no longer behaving like himself.  he could hear the words coming out of his mouth, but even as he spoke them, he felt they were expressing someone else's thoughs, as if he were no more than an actor performing on the stage of some imaginary theater, repeating lines that had been written for him in advance." ~Paul Auster</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/4677203207405571943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=4677203207405571943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/4677203207405571943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/4677203207405571943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/10/music-of-chance.html' title='Music of Chance'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-6158239813945666592</id><published>2008-10-16T11:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T11:31:55.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thomas Baker Band</title><summary type='text'>I've had this song, Moonshine, stuck in my head for two days.  I randomly discoverd The Thomas Baker Band while looking for a Brett Dennen song on You Tube.  TBB seems to be an indie band from South Carolina, perhaps struggling to take off, perhaps not expecting to do this professionally, or will perhaps be the next Jack Johnson.  I suppose only time will tell. The video cuts off just before the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/6158239813945666592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=6158239813945666592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/6158239813945666592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/6158239813945666592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/10/thomas-baker-band.html' title='The Thomas Baker Band'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-3077780087970738183</id><published>2008-10-13T23:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T00:17:30.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Read</title><summary type='text'>top 100 booksI found this on a friend's blog.Something called "The Big Read" compiles a list of the top 100 books (i don't know what that means though...biggest sellers? classics? most popular of the classics? books someone randomly decided everyone "should" read? There's a few on there I question, and some that seem to be missing).Ok, so I stole the entire previous paragraph as well.  Why </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3077780087970738183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=3077780087970738183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/3077780087970738183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/3077780087970738183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/10/big-read.html' title='The Big Read'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-4743804712722577129</id><published>2008-10-13T01:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T01:26:08.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohio, Damien Juardo</title><summary type='text'>Out from my window across from the cityI have what's considered a good viewTwo blocks from the subway, three from the fountainWhere I walk to break in new shoesShe stands on the sidewalk just waving at taxisLike horses in parades in passingI ask where she's headed she tells me, "Ohio, I've not seen my mother in agesIt's been a long time, a real long time."Out from my window "How far is Ohio?"She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/4743804712722577129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=4743804712722577129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/4743804712722577129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/4743804712722577129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/10/ohio-damien-juardo.html' title='Ohio, Damien Juardo'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-8778309112451956080</id><published>2008-10-11T07:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T09:39:37.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody Knows Me At All</title><summary type='text'>i'm digging the weepies right now.digging. do people still say that? apparently, since i just did. but perhaps it's not meant to be used any more, in which case, i should stop singing it. singing it? saying it. i wonder if there is a way to embed just one song. like a youtube video. hmmm. perhaps on last.fm. i'm going to look into it, and if so i'll share some weepies with you. ok, so i couldn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/8778309112451956080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=8778309112451956080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/8778309112451956080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/8778309112451956080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/10/butt-crack-of-dawn.html' title='Nobody Knows Me At All'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-6729693253740160392</id><published>2008-10-07T09:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:59:29.354-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this makes me so excited that i just might poo in my pants'/><title type='text'>The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus</title><summary type='text'>From the mind of Terry Gilliam, (the man who brought us: Twelve Monkeys, The Brothers Grim, Monty Python hilarity including, but not limited to, Monty Python and the Holy Grial, The Life of Brian, Monty Python's Flying Circus.) Comes yet another glorius frolick into Fantasy.  The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus.  Can I just say, this makes me want to piddle...but only a little.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/6729693253740160392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=6729693253740160392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/6729693253740160392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/6729693253740160392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/10/imaginarium-of-dr-parnassus.html' title='The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-8018610618720428802</id><published>2008-10-06T05:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:23:40.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Short Love Story in Stop Motion</title><summary type='text'>I haven't been able to sleep lately.  Sometimes when I'm trying to fall asleep, sometimes late at night, sometimes early in the morning.  Generally this results in me, dragging my blankets and pillows into the living room to watch a movie.  Like when I was a kid, and I'd wait for the easter bunny.  One year I actually saw the easter bunny.  I swear to God.  Actually I didn't see the easter bunny,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/8018610618720428802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=8018610618720428802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/8018610618720428802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/8018610618720428802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/10/short-love-story-in-stop-motion-from.html' title='A Short Love Story in Stop Motion'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-6644806169400946790</id><published>2008-10-03T10:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:29:50.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silver Lining</title><summary type='text'>The National Book Festival. A delightful little affair I'd been excited about for months, mainly because Neil Gaiman was there and I was dying to hear him speak. Unfortunately, for a number of reasons, I completely missed the reading...and the signing...and the the bulk of the festival. Downtrodden and dejected, I'd accepted the fact that two months of excitement had fizzled. So I clung to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/6644806169400946790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=6644806169400946790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/6644806169400946790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/6644806169400946790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/10/silver-lining.html' title='The Silver Lining'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-665408698012076868</id><published>2008-10-02T12:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:06:44.651-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ode to the next generation</title><summary type='text'>I've been rummaging through 7 cd's a coworker lent me.  They were compiled by a camp kid.  Can I just tell you, I'm throughly impressed with her taste in music!  Stuff I didn't start listening to until I was in College.  If this is anything to say about the youth of the next generation and their taste in music...there just might be hope!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/665408698012076868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=665408698012076868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/665408698012076868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/665408698012076868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/10/ode-to-next-generation.html' title='An Ode to the next generation'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-9212592894047830628</id><published>2008-10-01T21:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:12:01.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise words from Nathean, and incoherent ramblings from Jamie...</title><summary type='text'>"sometimes the VERY best intentions get mixed up in our words and spoil the beauty"It has happened once again. The web of "churchianaity" has been cast. Like a net thrown to gather all the fish; to gather the loners and slugbeds, and bring them together. To create community where one already exists. To perfect community through human means, with human intentions, and human desires. By forcing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/9212592894047830628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=9212592894047830628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/9212592894047830628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/9212592894047830628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/10/wise-words-from-nathean.html' title='Wise words from Nathean, and incoherent ramblings from Jamie...'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-4242695125342268278</id><published>2008-09-19T12:25:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T15:06:39.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr Horrible's Sing-Along Blog</title><summary type='text'>Perhaps the greatest musical since Cannibal the Musical.  I'm just sayin...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/4242695125342268278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=4242695125342268278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/4242695125342268278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/4242695125342268278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/09/dr-horribles-sing-long-blog.html' title='Dr Horrible&apos;s Sing-Along Blog'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-3765718255942970933</id><published>2008-09-17T10:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T12:35:08.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressure</title><summary type='text'>Pressure is buildingbehind my eyes.I can feel itseeking release.Snaking it's tendrilsthrough my mind,raking its fingersacross my soul.Seekingits release.How, or when, or where?Yet to be seen.Forgive me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3765718255942970933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=3765718255942970933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/3765718255942970933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/3765718255942970933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/09/pressure.html' title='Pressure'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-5898465771639336296</id><published>2008-09-15T21:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:20:04.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pearl Diver ~Carl Sandburg</title><summary type='text'>They call her a Pearl Diver...and laugh...Because jewels not often fall into soup or salad.She washes dishes, arms to elbows in greasy water in a big kitchen.Outside 400 people are eating, and singers in low gowns are dancing among the tables.Laughter and music break through the transoms and murmur death-whispers among the battering pans of the big kitchens.She listens in the crashing tin and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/5898465771639336296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=5898465771639336296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/5898465771639336296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/5898465771639336296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/09/pearl-diver-carl-sandburg.html' title='The Pearl Diver ~Carl Sandburg'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-8355647625946607787</id><published>2008-08-27T13:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T13:28:48.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you hear?</title><summary type='text'>Neil Gaiman,Chirstopher Paolini,I'm so excited my head just might explode.  Oh how I love living in the DC metro area!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/8355647625946607787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=8355647625946607787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/8355647625946607787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/8355647625946607787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/08/did-you-hear.html' title='Did you hear?'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-2817292335514725126</id><published>2008-08-18T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T15:44:51.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe...</title><summary type='text'>“I can believe that things are true and I can believe things that aren’t true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they’re true or not. I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and Marilyn Monroe and the Beatles and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen – I believe that people are perfectible, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/2817292335514725126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=2817292335514725126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/2817292335514725126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/2817292335514725126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-believe.html' title='I Believe...'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-5601568478650049432</id><published>2008-07-31T19:12:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T14:27:04.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Turns out I'm easily distrated....</title><summary type='text'>big surprise there.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/5601568478650049432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=5601568478650049432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/5601568478650049432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/5601568478650049432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/07/turns-out-im-easily-distrated.html' title='Turns out I&apos;m easily distrated....'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-3918972257678769256</id><published>2008-07-23T12:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T09:10:26.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion</title><summary type='text'>To what extent should passion factor into decisions?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3918972257678769256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=3918972257678769256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/3918972257678769256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/3918972257678769256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/07/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-2553261614978204167</id><published>2008-07-14T19:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T12:51:46.129-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Automaton</title><summary type='text'>Lately I've been thinking about automaton's. They are really quite beautiful. Intricate pieces of machinery woven together; and  when in working order, create a being nearly completely self-sufficient. Di Vinci, in 1495, sketched his plans for an automaton that, when built, moved its arms, turned its head, and could sit up all on its own. In 1739 Jacques de Vaucanson built a duck that could eat a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/2553261614978204167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=2553261614978204167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/2553261614978204167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/2553261614978204167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/07/automaton.html' title='Automaton'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-6738202356895767444</id><published>2008-07-11T09:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T09:43:36.104-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the kind of thing that breaks my heart and brings a tear to my eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamentations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hitchhiking to Hell'/><title type='text'>Rock and a hard place.</title><summary type='text'>Today is the end of Session 2. For some reason, in my head, it is the end of session 3.  I keep saying it.  I almost typed it.  I don't know why I think it is the end of sess 3, but I do.  Maybe I just want it to be.I had a minor mental break down the other night.  Now I'm left to ponder.  I had a really great talk with Lisa last night that left me thinking even more.  I feel like I need to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/6738202356895767444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=6738202356895767444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/6738202356895767444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/6738202356895767444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/07/rock-and-hard-place.html' title='Rock and a hard place.'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-5976298763996531230</id><published>2008-07-08T15:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T15:20:29.997-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slowest day in the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamentations'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a long day.the kind that could end in tears.the kind that leaves me questioning. questioning everything. my strengths, my skills, my passion.the kind that leaves me desperate and searching.searching for what?searching for god knows what.i stumbled upon a few websites today.the kind that make my mind whirl faster, and my heart beat harder.the kind that shows me a glimpse of what i could be, who i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/5976298763996531230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=5976298763996531230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/5976298763996531230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/5976298763996531230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/07/long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-2352345755381974370</id><published>2008-07-01T15:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T15:37:43.939-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='churchianity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Here&apos;s Your Card'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hitchhiking to Hell'/><title type='text'>Here's Your Card!</title><summary type='text'>I had a phone call at work today. It went a little something like this:Janet:Hi Jamie, this is Janet. I'm putting together the church directory. You listed your work number as your primary contact. Are you sure this is the number you want to use? You don't want to use a home number?Jamie:No, this number is the best way to get ahold of me.Janet:...Ok...What is Jamie short for?Jamie:........Jamie..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/2352345755381974370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=2352345755381974370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/2352345755381974370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/2352345755381974370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/07/heres-your-card.html' title='Here&apos;s Your Card!'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-203558975945189890</id><published>2008-06-27T08:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:57:12.589-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drabble'/><title type='text'>A little drabble</title><summary type='text'>‘Tell me about my mother.’‘What do you want to know?’‘Everything.’ She said looking up at him.Her father reached down and scooped her up, into his arms.  'Your mother' he said, 'was like a moon beam. Full of light that could pierce the blackest night. She floated when she walked. Walking on air like she was made of star dust.  Her hair was silver, and rippled when she laughed.' he sighed, a a far</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/203558975945189890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=203558975945189890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/203558975945189890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/203558975945189890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-drabble.html' title='A little drabble'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-7445577918149978280</id><published>2008-06-26T19:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T19:32:28.810-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this makes me so excited that i just might poo in my pants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aspartame gives you tumors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Backpacking to Deli Paradise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brought to you today by the letter &apos;P&apos;'/><title type='text'>Say What?</title><summary type='text'>I just had a rather interesting dinner with Mike, Lisa, and Hooker Dan.  Here were the highlights of the conversation...:Mike's unfortunate hair cut, and the incident with the leach.:Mike and Hooker Dan's explanation of female emotions.:Lisa attempting to fling balls of paper at Mike and missing horribly.:Hootchie MaCootchie.:Not sitting in the dungeon. And that is all.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/7445577918149978280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=7445577918149978280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/7445577918149978280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/7445577918149978280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/06/say-what.html' title='Say What?'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-3169070512916969626</id><published>2008-06-25T15:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T09:29:02.616-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='statistics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this makes me so excited that i just might poo in my pants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Kathy's Song</title><summary type='text'>I'm at work. I suppose that means I should be working. Unfortunately my mind is drifting. Ironically I'm listening to Simon &amp; Garfunkel's song Kathy's Song. They just sang,My mind's distracted and diffused My thoughts are many miles away They lie with you when you're asleepAnd kiss you when you start your day Although my mind isn't lying with anyone, or kissing them when they start their day. It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3169070512916969626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=3169070512916969626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/3169070512916969626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/3169070512916969626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/06/kathys-song.html' title='Kathy&apos;s Song'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-3679021064718293305</id><published>2008-05-07T14:44:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T09:34:35.323-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aspartame gives you tumors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='some more books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My computer database for work has decided to run incredibly slow. I've decided to blog.I've discovered some new artists in a variety of different medium. I think I'll talk about my most recent reads to begin with.First, Paul Auster. He's an author who's been around for years, but I've just discovered him. I'm nearly finished with one of his more recent novels, Oracle Night. It's a story, about a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3679021064718293305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=3679021064718293305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/3679021064718293305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/3679021064718293305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-computer-database-for-work-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-4577715368739397963</id><published>2008-05-02T14:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T09:30:42.793-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slowest day in the world'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm fairly certain this is the longest day in the history of the world. I'm positive that scientists could prove the fact that instead of an hour being comprised of 60 minutes, it would be closer to 120. Maybe the world is on the brink of being sucked into a black hole, and as a result time has slowed down. That must be it, because there is no way that I still have three hours of work left. I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/4577715368739397963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=4577715368739397963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/4577715368739397963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/4577715368739397963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-fairly-certain-this-is-longest-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-5408084968166144041</id><published>2008-03-30T23:20:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T09:35:45.485-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='churchianity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamentations'/><title type='text'>lamentations</title><summary type='text'>I've been church hopping for, well the last few years. Partially because I keep moving, and partially because I find myself becoming incredibly disgruntled with the church of today. I can never seem to find one that "fits". I've started to think that perhaps I'm the one that doesn't fit. Or rather, that it is highly unlikely that I'm going to find the perfect church. So I've decided to pick up my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/5408084968166144041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=5408084968166144041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/5408084968166144041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/5408084968166144041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-been-church-hopping-for-well-last.html' title='lamentations'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-3211765391382751377</id><published>2008-03-24T14:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T09:36:27.235-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal reflections'/><title type='text'>NIU Shooting</title><summary type='text'>This was an email I sent to a friend in the beginning of February. She sent me an email, part of which said, "So I am really annoyed with the NIU shooting, when the Virginia Tech one happened it was like the world ended and now the same thing happened somewhere else and it doesn’t seem to be a big deal. I don’t understand!?!?" She was frustrated at the lack of interest at our work place here in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3211765391382751377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=3211765391382751377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/3211765391382751377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/3211765391382751377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/03/niu-shooting.html' title='NIU Shooting'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-3626661684008938591</id><published>2008-03-21T08:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T15:57:49.706-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aspartame gives you tumors'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goodness, it has been quite sometime since I've posted anything on this blog. I finally feel obligated to post something new. Unfortunately I have to leave for work in 5 minutes, and I'm no where close to being ready. So I suppose that the witty update will have to wait. Perhaps I'll try my hand at this at lunch time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3626661684008938591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=3626661684008938591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/3626661684008938591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/3626661684008938591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2008/03/goodness-it-has-been-quite-sometime.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-2013160093011489797</id><published>2007-02-08T21:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T15:59:08.416-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal reflections'/><title type='text'>afloat</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever wondered how awful it would be to be a bobber. Stuck in the water, cursed to live a life of mediocrity. With the occasional tug under, or out of the water, but never having the ability to do it yourself. A slave to the fish and the fisherman, but not to your own will.Life feels like that right now. Right this minute. Like all there is to live for is another day of bobbing to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/2013160093011489797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=2013160093011489797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/2013160093011489797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/2013160093011489797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2007/02/afloat.html' title='afloat'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-116119008250991764</id><published>2006-10-18T12:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:00:04.917-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deja vu'/><title type='text'>oh goodness</title><summary type='text'>i discovered this post in my myspace blog. i don't remember blogging on my space. and i do not remember writing this. but i did, an di tmade me laugh, so i decided to repost it......Oak HarborI'm sitting at home wating for things to happen. It is incredibly boring. I think i need to find something interesting to do for the rest of the week. Maybe I'll go exploring through the swamp lands of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/116119008250991764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=116119008250991764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/116119008250991764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/116119008250991764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-goodness.html' title='oh goodness'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-116067933174520164</id><published>2006-10-12T14:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:00:53.091-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books and movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whose heart is about to explode?Mine is!And why?...let me tell you.For two very exciting reasons.reason #1.I got a library card today, and checked out two books. High Fidelity, by Nick Hornby. I love Nick Hornby and the movie was wonderful so I expect great things of the novel. And the second was Possible Side Effects, by Augusten Burroughs. I didn't realize that he had a new book out, so imagine</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/116067933174520164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=116067933174520164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/116067933174520164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/116067933174520164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2006/10/whose-heart-is-about-to-explode-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-115924005143379432</id><published>2006-09-25T23:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:25:17.603-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys and girls club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the kind of thing that brings a smile to my heart and a tear to my eye'/><title type='text'>home</title><summary type='text'>i'm sitting in huntington, fresh from an evening of fun and festivities with the boys and girls club kids. it has been so wonderful to come back here and to visit all of these kids once again. it's amazing how deep a kid can set their hooks into your heart, and the more you try to pull them out the deeper they go. it was so wonderful to see smiles on my kids faces and to feel there arms wrap hugs</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/115924005143379432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=115924005143379432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/115924005143379432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/115924005143379432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2006/09/home.html' title='home'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-115897127278458161</id><published>2006-09-22T18:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:06:32.291-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal reflections'/><title type='text'>Sinking deeper into the pit.</title><summary type='text'>The other day I took a personality test online.It made me think. About my life, and my situation, and my capabilities, and my possibilities. It had me wanting to vomit when I went to bed. It made my mind race. Thoughts penetrated my brain and my soul. They pierced my psyche and my stomach. I fought sleep with iron knuckles. I refused to let myself go to that place between waking and dreaming. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/115897127278458161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=115897127278458161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/115897127278458161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/115897127278458161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2006/09/sinking-deeper-into-pit.html' title='Sinking deeper into the pit.'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-115367050903003480</id><published>2006-07-23T11:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:10:16.469-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='statistics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal reflections'/><title type='text'>shhhhhh...</title><summary type='text'>why are people afraid of silence? in essence it is everywhere. behind all of the craziness of life is pure stillness. pure silence. it is the root of life. so why is it something we fear? i think that there are two kinds of silence. solitary silence, and the silence of plurality. both difficult to master, and each for it's own reasons. silence in plurality seems to be taboo in our culture. as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/115367050903003480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=115367050903003480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/115367050903003480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/115367050903003480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2006/07/shhhhhh.html' title='shhhhhh...'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-115343652174471087</id><published>2006-07-20T18:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:18:01.159-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Backpacking to Deli Paradise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brought to you today by the letter &apos;P&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hitchhiking to Hell'/><title type='text'>back from the dead</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow (july 21) will the be two month mark since the last time that i updated my blog. It is also the beginning of my third month here at Pleasant Vineyard. And what a summer it has been. Things are a little different than I thought that they would be when I came this summer. However, a good different, an exciting different. I accepted a position as program director here at good ole PVM, which</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/115343652174471087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=115343652174471087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/115343652174471087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/115343652174471087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2006/07/back-from-dead.html' title='back from the dead'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-114821975281089383</id><published>2006-05-21T09:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T09:55:52.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hit the road jack.......by ray charles</title><summary type='text'>Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more.What you say?Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more.Woah Woman, oh woman, don't treat me so mean,You're the meanest old woman that I've ever seen.I guess if you said soI'd have to pack</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/114821975281089383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=114821975281089383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/114821975281089383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/114821975281089383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2006/05/hit-road-jackby-ray-charles.html' title='hit the road jack.......by ray charles'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-114797453195456127</id><published>2006-05-18T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T13:48:51.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i don't what to do....i don't know what to do...i don't know what to do!!!!i have a weird rash.  i thought maybe it was hives because i'm stressed, but it's not.  it makes me look like a leper so it had better go away.i need to write a letter.unpack all my school crap.pack all my camp crap.and figure out what to do with the rest of my life...by saturday. super.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/114797453195456127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=114797453195456127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/114797453195456127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/114797453195456127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-dont-what-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-114791877982346782</id><published>2006-05-17T22:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:19:02.734-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/114791877982346782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=114791877982346782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/114791877982346782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/114791877982346782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-114762038458905792</id><published>2006-05-14T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T11:26:24.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the bitter...my last day of work was friday.  i only cried a little.  but i have tons of pictures, and memories to keep me going.  and i'm coming back in june for a visit, so it'll be ok.the sweet...I GRADUATED FROM COLLEGE YESTERDAY!...well not technically, but i did walk, and so now i pretty much consider myself a grad.  i need to come back in june and take a dantes to make it official,but none</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/114762038458905792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=114762038458905792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/114762038458905792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/114762038458905792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2006/05/bitter.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-114698620298168304</id><published>2006-05-07T03:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:23:47.426-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys and girls club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the kind of thing that brings a smile to my heart and a tear to my eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>insomnia sucks face</title><summary type='text'>i want to sleep. but i can't. so here i sit; with sore eyes and a racing brain. i keeping thinking of all the things i have to do. all the things i want to do. i graduate in less than a week. and then...and then...i'd like to have an end to that thought. but i don't. maybe i will soon. maybe. but i don't want to speak out of place. and so i wait.i had an idea earlier today. it came to me while i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/114698620298168304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=114698620298168304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/114698620298168304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/114698620298168304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2006/05/insomnia-sucks-face.html' title='insomnia sucks face'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-114625205116689945</id><published>2006-04-28T15:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T15:20:51.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...All things must come to an end.</title><summary type='text'>My college career included.  Only two weeks left.  TWO WEEKS!  Unbelievable.  It doesn't seem like 4 years has passed, but it has.  And it's time to move onto the next step in my life.  I've decided on AmeriCorps.  I'm in contact with a few organizations, working on finding the right fit.  All of them are youth organizations of some sort, and none of them are in the Midwest!  HOW EXCITING!  I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/114625205116689945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=114625205116689945' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/114625205116689945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/114625205116689945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2006/04/all-things-must-come-to-end.html' title='...All things must come to an end.'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-114369500758400874</id><published>2006-03-29T23:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:29:20.940-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the kind of thing that breaks my heart and brings a tear to my eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys and girls club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>maybe positive reinforcement really is just a pipe dream</title><summary type='text'>i thought this was gone.i thought it was done.wasn't twice enough?no, because now it's back.in full force to bite us in the ass.and more people are hurting.and more people are broken.but it seems to be a game.something to cure the boredom.to get some attention.but it's not a game.it's a life.and not only yours.it's mine,and theirs.and we only get one.do you know that?only one.that's itno redo.so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/114369500758400874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=114369500758400874' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/114369500758400874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/114369500758400874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2006/03/maybe-positive-reinforcement-really-is.html' title='maybe positive reinforcement really is just a pipe dream'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-114286980289573841</id><published>2006-03-20T10:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:30:51.443-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aspartame gives you tumors'/><title type='text'>Upside down is right!</title><summary type='text'>i'm listening to jack johnson's UpsideDown, from the Curious George Soundtrack, it's playing on X102.3, dood that just wrong.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/114286980289573841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=114286980289573841' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/114286980289573841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/114286980289573841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2006/03/upside-down-is-right.html' title='Upside down is right!'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-114248123282551676</id><published>2006-03-15T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T22:53:52.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>all things molly ringwald...</title><summary type='text'>it is wednesday of spring break and all ready i feel like bashing my head into a wall.  i'm so bored.  i wish i had the funds to go somewhere.  but alas.i am going to cleveland tomorrow.  cory has thursday and maybe friday off, so i get to go visit them.  pretty exciting, i haven't really seen them much since they were in vegas all of the way back in october.  we're going to the st. patty's day </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/114248123282551676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=114248123282551676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/114248123282551676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/114248123282551676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2006/03/all-things-molly-ringwald.html' title='all things molly ringwald...'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-114171151767920981</id><published>2006-03-07T00:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T01:05:17.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>some things i've realized lately</title><summary type='text'>*i need to be more "ballzie".  *i can't wait for life to happen, i have to make it happen*i'm longing for may 13*i'm dreading may 12.*i love the names olivia and annabelle.  *i'm going to name my daughters olivia and annabelle*maybe the reason stupid comments irritate me is that they are true*or maybe they are just stupid comments*i don't' know many people*today i had a kiss from a boy.   he was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/114171151767920981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=114171151767920981' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/114171151767920981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/114171151767920981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-things-ive-realized-lately.html' title='some things i&apos;ve realized lately'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-114096816902842880</id><published>2006-02-26T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:03:55.007-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the kind of thing that breaks my heart and brings a tear to my eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this makes me so excited that i just might poo in my pants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys and girls club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamentations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the kind of thing that brings a smile to my heart and a tear to my eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Jamie's Soliloquies</title><summary type='text'>To corps, or not to corps: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to volunter to stop the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to not take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing not end them?  To go: to live; Forever more; and by going to say we end the heart ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wish'd.  To </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/114096816902842880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=114096816902842880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/114096816902842880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/114096816902842880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2006/02/jamies-soliloquies.html' title='Jamie&apos;s Soliloquies'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-114075638819425281</id><published>2006-02-23T23:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:35:28.284-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Coin Operated Boy by the Dresden Dolls</title><summary type='text'>coin operated boysitting on the shelf he is just a toybut i turn him on and he comes to lifeautomatic joythat is why i want a coin operated boymade of plastic and elastiche is rugged and long-lastingwho could ever ever ask for morelove without complications galoremany shapes and weights to choose fromi will never leave my bedroomi will never cry at night againwrap my arms around him and pretend..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/114075638819425281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=114075638819425281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/114075638819425281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/114075638819425281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2006/02/coin-operated-boy-by-dresden-dolls.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.angelfire.com/creep/carelesswhispers/boyfriend.html&quot;&gt;Coin Operated Boy&lt;/a&gt; by the Dresden Dolls'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-114066462070615681</id><published>2006-02-22T22:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:36:20.518-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>another day</title><summary type='text'>my heart is pulling out my chest tonight.it's longing to be with someone else.somewhere else.maybe someday it will.my soul doesn't know where its supposed to be.or with whom.maybe someday it will.i'm tired of this pointlessness.i need a purpose.something to strive for.someone to protect.everything seems to be at a stand still.not moving,but rushing by.never ending.i don't know what i'm typing.i'm</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/114066462070615681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=114066462070615681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/114066462070615681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/114066462070615681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2006/02/another-day.html' title='another day'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-114014755017254146</id><published>2006-02-16T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T22:39:10.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mitch's kids sucks my face, and is taking over my life.  so far this week i have spent four hours updating files.  that's four hours that i couldn't be with my kids, four hours that i couldn't run MY programs.  tomorrow is the final day of the olympics.  the olympics that i planned.  and i was only able to see see two events.  TWO EVENTS!  it makes me sort of sad.  i wouldn't mind it if this was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/114014755017254146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=114014755017254146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/114014755017254146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/114014755017254146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2006/02/mitchs-kids-sucks-my-face-and-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-113987419644914860</id><published>2006-02-13T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T18:43:16.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i need to learn to say no. i'm not going to have time to breath if i keep this up.  why am i such a people pleaser?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/113987419644914860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=113987419644914860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/113987419644914860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/113987419644914860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-need-to-learn-to-say-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-113963685927550864</id><published>2006-02-11T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T00:47:39.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a fresh start</title><summary type='text'>i decided to give my blog a face lift.  it's been the same for a long time now, basically since i started it.  as a matter of fact my first post was two years ago yesterday.  it's my first second anniversary.  as a matter of fact it's my only anniversary.  that's sad.  it's also coincidently my mom's birthday.  strange.so as i was saying it was time for a face lift.  its like a hair cut, it makes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/113963685927550864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=113963685927550864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/113963685927550864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/113963685927550864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2006/02/fresh-start.html' title='a fresh start'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-113668807077265218</id><published>2006-01-07T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T10:56:18.612-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>another long january day</title><summary type='text'>something interesting: i just discovered that my cat stalks my cursor on the computer screen. and now she is laying in my top desk drawer.  she's given up my cushy bed next to me for my pokey desk.  weird cat.something terrible: i'm watching Save the Last Dance.  I forgot until now how terrible that movie is.something lonley: my roommates are gone until jan 22 and classes don't start until the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/113668807077265218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=113668807077265218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/113668807077265218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/113668807077265218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-long-january-day.html' title='another long january day'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-113625524708221727</id><published>2006-01-02T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T21:27:27.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yep,</title><summary type='text'>my last post proves it right. i'm full of crap.this weekend was great.  no need to be nervousbut now i feel sick. and i don't see my health improving anytime soon</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/113625524708221727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=113625524708221727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/113625524708221727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/113625524708221727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2006/01/yep.html' title='yep,'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-113605807934394480</id><published>2005-12-31T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T14:41:19.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i need some pepto bismal.</title><summary type='text'>i was reading through some old posts today.  and now i have the desire to update. UPDATE:I'm going to camp for a staff reunion/new years party. i'm really nervous, i'm not sure why.  these are the same people that i spent two months with this summer.  maybe that's why i'm nervous.  my camp me is very different from my school me.  but i don't want to be fake.  but i'm afraid the school me will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/113605807934394480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=113605807934394480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/113605807934394480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/113605807934394480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-need-some-pepto-bismal.html' title='i need some pepto bismal.'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-113545417255447605</id><published>2005-12-24T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T15:01:06.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i read a blog today.  it made me cry.  it wasn't exceptionally touching, or emotional.  but i related, and i cried.i watched a documentary entitled paper clips yesterday.  it made me cry.  it wasn't genuinely touching.  and i could feel the emotion that they were trying to invoke, and yet i cried.i was a barnes and nobles yesterday.  i didn't not cry.  i was christmas shopping, but i wanted to </summary><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-113519552681624989</id><published>2005-12-21T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T15:05:26.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rambling on and on</title><summary type='text'>the sci-fi channel has had a mini x-files marathon today.  that means four glorious hours of mulder and scully.  most of which seem to be based on religious encounters or dare i say myths.  which of course means role reversal for mulder and scully, and that of course is my favorite kind of episode.  perhaps this means it will be a good day at work.  or maybe i'm getting the good part of the day </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/113519552681624989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=113519552681624989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/113519552681624989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/113519552681624989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2005/12/rambling-on-and-on.html' title='rambling on and on'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-113475043478540396</id><published>2005-12-16T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T11:27:14.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have a bebe in my lap.  she's trying to type with me, and foot is vibrating because she keeps purring.i have not updated in a long time.  i do not regret it.  i've had nothing to say.  that's a lie.  as usual i have a lot to say, just nothing of importance.the semester has ended.  work was cancelled yesterday. minus my last 8 o'clock exam of the semester, i had the whole day off.  the roommates</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/113475043478540396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=113475043478540396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/113475043478540396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/113475043478540396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-have-bebe-in-my-lap.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9lerz5gmzM/SXjHMpIeROI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gmxJZOdz8Os/S220/Winter+09+041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455466.post-113272477409934849</id><published>2005-11-23T00:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T10:59:46.284-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the kind of thing that breaks my heart and brings a tear to my eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamentations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>shoot me</title><summary type='text'>i feel awful.i'm stressed and emotionally drained.work has been a nightmare.it seems to rip my heart out.i hate that i love those kids so much.i don't think i could love them anymore.so much potential, and they don't even know it.they don't even care.it kills me.my eyes hurt from crying so much tonighti have to type a 5 page paper tonight.do my accounting homework.and type another paper that's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/feeds/113272477409934849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455466&amp;postID=113272477409934849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/113272477409934849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455466/posts/default/113272477409934849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingsong.blogspot.com/2005/11/shoot-me.html' title='shoot me'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12127980905406761100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' 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