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		<title>Fevered Theatre, Severed Heaven Here</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Seymour sat with his legs crossed, knee over knee, at a small table at a French bistro on a New York City sidewalk under a deep blue awning that did little to shade him from the sun as it was early enough in the morning that it shone in his face, making a warm summer [...]]]></description>
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		<title>City Swing Sets</title>
		<description><![CDATA[After a long, cold, miserably rainy Army weekend spent mostly at a rifle range in New Jersey, I go to bed late Sunday night and sleep well into Monday afternoon.  When I wake I feel renewed and well rested.  Everything is wonderful and anything is possible and what the fuck am I doing [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Glasvegas</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This song makes me happy.
Glasvegas &#8211; Glasvegas &#8211; Go Square Go
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		<link>http://jasonchartley.com/?p=178</link>
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		<title>Loney, Dear</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A recent find of mine, thanks to the wonderfulness that is Indie Pop Rocks at SomaFM.
Loney, Dear &#8211; Loney, Noir &#8211; 03 &#8211; Saturday Waits.mp3
Loney, Dear &#8211; Loney, Noir &#8211; 04 &#8211; Hard Days 1.2.3.4.mp3
Loney, Dear &#8211; Loney, Noir &#8211; 08 &#8211; Carrying A Stone.mp3
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		<link>http://jasonchartley.com/?p=172</link>
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		<title>How To Be Warm</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I&#8217;m so sorry.&#8221;
&#8220;It doesn&#8217;t matter.  Don&#8217;t worry about it, really.  It doesn&#8217;t matter.&#8221;
&#8230;
&#8220;Tell me one thing that matters and I&#8217;ll tell you why it doesn&#8217;t.&#8221;
&#8220;Wow.  What a&#8230; I don&#8217;t know.  Depressing way of&#8230;&#8221;  She sort of shrugs and shakes her head.  &#8220;What a horrible world view.&#8221;
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		<link>http://jasonchartley.com/?p=168</link>
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		<title>Ben Folds &#8211; Bitches Ain&#8217;t Shit</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Ben Folds &#8211; Bitches Ain&#8217;t Shit
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		<link>http://jasonchartley.com/?p=159</link>
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		<title>Propriety Fail</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve been taking some online correspondence courses through the Army today to increase the points I get used to determine promotion.  I just finished a course on offensive electronic warfare.  The edition was dated 1994.  Now I&#8217;m working on a course on copy editing.  One topic covered in this course is [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasonchartley.com/?p=147</link>
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		<title>The Jim Yoshii Pile-Up</title>
		<description><![CDATA[If ever there were a time for something a bit melancholy, it&#8217;s right now.  This is when The Jim Yoshii Pile-Up can suit quite nicely.  All three of the songs below are from their first album, It&#8217;s Winter Here, certainly their best album.  If you are one of the handful of people [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasonchartley.com/?p=134</link>
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		<title>Away From Home</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This was from a project I did for school last year that I never finished and probably never will finish.  All my notes and artwork are in storage in New Paltz.  Since it&#8217;ll probably never get completed, I figured I might as well put it here.  It was for a class about [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasonchartley.com/?p=129</link>
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		<title>I Am Not Who I Am</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Mandy had decided she wanted a new body and was going to transfer herself over to the new one immediately.  I never got a chance to see the new body, so I didn’t know how to recognize her.  Once she had transferred herself, she went out with some friends and had left her [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasonchartley.com/?p=70</link>
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