One of the greatest joys in my life is the Independent Film Channel. Today Total Eclipse was on, which I hadn't seen in a million years. For those of you who aren't big into homoerotic literary bio-pics, it's a movie where a young Leonardo DiCaprio plays Arthur Rimbaud and David Thewlis plays Paul Verlaine. If that sounds really fantastic, let me assure you that it is not. It's badly paced and melodramatic, but so was I when I was 16, so I didn't notice at the time.
Fun Fact: The only piece of fiction I've ever had published was a story about going to high school with Arthur Rimbaud. It was not very good.
I still like Rimbaud, although ever since I started reading Catullus in Latin I've been very wart of translated poetry. I feel somehow cheated. I've never really read Rimbaud's words; just something that some English speaker thinks Rimbaud might have written if he wrote in English. French is pretty low on my list of languages to learn, however, so I doubt I will ever get to level of reading him in the original.
Most poets I like are male, Western, dead and total assholes, from Catullus down to Larkin. Sappho, Rumi, Dickinson, Stein and Auden (not an asshole) are the only exceptions I can think of at the moment. I'm not proud.
Fun Fact: The only piece of fiction I've ever had published was a story about going to high school with Arthur Rimbaud. It was not very good.
I still like Rimbaud, although ever since I started reading Catullus in Latin I've been very wart of translated poetry. I feel somehow cheated. I've never really read Rimbaud's words; just something that some English speaker thinks Rimbaud might have written if he wrote in English. French is pretty low on my list of languages to learn, however, so I doubt I will ever get to level of reading him in the original.
Most poets I like are male, Western, dead and total assholes, from Catullus down to Larkin. Sappho, Rumi, Dickinson, Stein and Auden (not an asshole) are the only exceptions I can think of at the moment. I'm not proud.
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Hello! I have exhausted my book lists and I was wondering if anyone can give me some recommendations!
My favorite books/authors:
Kushiel's Dart series/sequels
Obernewtyn chronicles
Juliet Marillier's books
Great and Terrible Beauty series
Haruki Murakami books
His Dark Materials
Enchanted Forest chronicles
Gaslight mysteries (Victoria Thompson)
Molly Murphy mysteries (Rhys Bowen)
William Monk mysteries (Anne Perry)
Patricia A. McKillip books
Thanks for any help, I am desperate for some new books! In general I like well-written books for young adults and adults, but I prefer female main characters who are between 15-30, weird, I know, but I don't really like to read books about guys or people not really in my age range. I like love stories in books, but not romance novels, and fantasy but not science fiction.
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My favorite books/authors:
Kushiel's Dart series/sequels
Obernewtyn chronicles
Juliet Marillier's books
Great and Terrible Beauty series
Haruki Murakami books
His Dark Materials
Enchanted Forest chronicles
Gaslight mysteries (Victoria Thompson)
Molly Murphy mysteries (Rhys Bowen)
William Monk mysteries (Anne Perry)
Patricia A. McKillip books
Thanks for any help, I am desperate for some new books! In general I like well-written books for young adults and adults, but I prefer female main characters who are between 15-30, weird, I know, but I don't really like to read books about guys or people not really in my age range. I like love stories in books, but not romance novels, and fantasy but not science fiction.
Your result for The Director Who Films Your Life Test...
Steven Soderbergh
Your film will be 58% romantic, 36% comedy, 41% complex plot, and a $ 28 million budget.
Filmography: Sex Lies and Videotape, Traffic, Ocean's Eleven, Ocean's Twelve, Erin Brockovich, and various other homemade independent films. He may just want to follow you around for a few months and construct a film out of that. Your humor is either dry or non-existant, but your life is somewhat exciting romantically because you're "bad." At least you'll be surrounded by the best-looking people who will be cast as your friends, who in real life are probably just as good-looking. Then when he wins the Academy Award for your film, he won't have to make anymore "Ocean's" films.
Take The Director Who Films Your Life Test at HelloQuizzy
I was hoping I'd end up with Terrence Malick, as I'd hope to be the director that makes one film every decade, has every current great actor clamoring to work with me when I come out up from under my rock, and end up just shooting beautiful visual films of historic and a non-commercial nature. Either that or a porn director, but an artsy one.
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amaryllis]Only eight months after she premiered as a talking head on MSBC, Rachel Maddow of Air America Radio will have her own show on that network at 9 p.m., beginning September 8th. I wrote of my initial delight at her presence in this this post, back in January.
Two posts about her ascent have appeared in the New York Times over the past couple of days: Now in Living Rooms, the Host Apparent and two days later,
Rachel Maddow to Replace Dan Abrams on MSNBC
Two posts about her ascent have appeared in the New York Times over the past couple of days: Now in Living Rooms, the Host Apparent and two days later,
Rachel Maddow to Replace Dan Abrams on MSNBC
I'm not very crafty, but my kid loves to make things.
I've got a bunch of small boxes, like Altoids boxes and small plastic boxes, that my son wants to decorate. He's only five, so I'd prefer he not use anything nasty/chemical, or anything that won't wash off. I was thinking that I could do a base layer of something white or neutral, and then let him decorate over that with markers. What's the right thing to do the base layer with, that would accept markers (or something else kid-friendly) well & would hold up to kid use? Alternatively, what's a good paint he could use that isn't toxic or extremely smelly? Alternatively alternatively, what's something else we could do with these boxes?
I've got a bunch of small boxes, like Altoids boxes and small plastic boxes, that my son wants to decorate. He's only five, so I'd prefer he not use anything nasty/chemical, or anything that won't wash off. I was thinking that I could do a base layer of something white or neutral, and then let him decorate over that with markers. What's the right thing to do the base layer with, that would accept markers (or something else kid-friendly) well & would hold up to kid use? Alternatively, what's a good paint he could use that isn't toxic or extremely smelly? Alternatively alternatively, what's something else we could do with these boxes?
Sticky Pages
I really, really despise Las Vegas. I hate the heat and the dust and the cheap booze, the smoke and, most importantly, I hate the gambling. That people just throw money away hurts my former-bookseller brain. Last time I went there, I promised to never, ever return. I’ve made good on that promise and have avoided any mentions of that town in my daily life. Until this evening as I was reading Best Bisexual Women’s Erotica edited by Cara Bruce.
This collection is, I like to think, two two two times the erotica! Most of the stories have two separate sex scenes to accommodate both genders, and a few have threesomes and more.
The collection is pretty solid. “Hands” by Ariel Hart is a hot little story about a aesthetician who eases her loneliness by giving her clients a happy ending. “The Year of Fucking Badly” by Susannah Indigo is light, funny and sexy. But today’s Sticky Pages is about Las Vegas and “Double Down” by Esther Haas does a very good job of portraying how truly annoying that town is.
Page 13 from Best Bisexual Woman’s Erotica, “Double Down” by Esther Haas"
And then Karen was on her back, on the edge of the bed, her legs over Dru’s shoulders as the dildo slid inside her. Dru’s cock felt so good up her cunt. Karen reached up with one hand to squeeze Dru’s dark nipple, her other hand homing in on her own clit. And at that very moment, the loudspeakers outside the hotel started blasting our Frank Sinatra: “Luck Be a Lady Tonight.” Karen turned her head to look out the window; the fountains in front of Bellagio were dancing to Sinatra, shooting high into the air. Karen’s fingers moved faster and faster against her swollen clit. The fountains shot even higher. Across the street, the faux Eiffel Tower hovered in the hot Vegas air. Karen tightened, thrust, and, with something in between a scream and a sigh, she came.
Luck be a lady, indeed.
When I woke up this morning, I was a little bummed out. I think it was because it was overcast, and I was lonely. I decided to try a class at the yoga studio down the street. It was perfect! It was very challenging, but I liked the instructor a lot. Afterward, my body felt really good. It's been a long time since I've attended such a satisfying class, and I'll definitely go back.
Then I came home, and wrote my book column for GP INK! My friend/former co-worker Kevin returned a phone call, and he came over and helped me put together my couch, which has been bumming me out for a while. The couch was sitting on the floor in pieces, and I was just waiting for someone to help me put it together. It was a pretty simple operation, but it just needed two people so it could be done properly. As a thank you, I took him out for ice cream.
I was feeling behind on the news but my newspaper subscription kicked in today. I opened the door to find the paper outside, which was a welcome surprise.
Then I came home, and wrote my book column for GP INK! My friend/former co-worker Kevin returned a phone call, and he came over and helped me put together my couch, which has been bumming me out for a while. The couch was sitting on the floor in pieces, and I was just waiting for someone to help me put it together. It was a pretty simple operation, but it just needed two people so it could be done properly. As a thank you, I took him out for ice cream.
I was feeling behind on the news but my newspaper subscription kicked in today. I opened the door to find the paper outside, which was a welcome surprise.
Tomorrow night I am hosting a small get-together. One of the things I want to serve is a "chicken club ring" from the Pampered Chef cookbook - basically some Pillsbury Crescent Rolls baked around a chicken-salad filling in a ring shape.
Since I'll be working tomorrow, and once I get home it's crazy w/the kids - I would like to prepare as much as possible in advance. However, I don't know how well the filling for this dish will hold up overnight.
( here are the ingredients... )
Since I'll be working tomorrow, and once I get home it's crazy w/the kids - I would like to prepare as much as possible in advance. However, I don't know how well the filling for this dish will hold up overnight.
( here are the ingredients... )
Friends,
Went with Fr John Bostwick to the Cloisters,the Medieval
art museum in New York which I pictured here earlier this
month. We then visited Corpus Christi church on the upper
west side which is perhaps my favorite of the principle
New York churches from the point of view of beauty. We had
lunch at a cafe opposite St John the Divine and then I came
home. I am tired from these days of unusual activity.
Tomorrow back to the library and a steadier flow of time...
hoping to retain however the glimpses of the moments of
these good days.
I will just share two moments from today , one of
Corpus Christi and also from the Cloisters. I will conclude
with the church and put a larger version with a note on
what I find attractive in particular, for the larger
photos, from Corpus Christi and the Cloisters
please click to the right here.( Read more... )
So just these...I do rather wonder if generally people feel
what I did as to the church picture? anyway it is what I have
always felt about that church...Perhaps I should add another
photo or two to give a larger sense of the interior but
that for me is the key point.
today just these and what have you?
yours
+Seraphim
.
Went with Fr John Bostwick to the Cloisters,the Medieval
art museum in New York which I pictured here earlier this
month. We then visited Corpus Christi church on the upper
west side which is perhaps my favorite of the principle
New York churches from the point of view of beauty. We had
lunch at a cafe opposite St John the Divine and then I came
home. I am tired from these days of unusual activity.
Tomorrow back to the library and a steadier flow of time...
hoping to retain however the glimpses of the moments of
these good days.
I will just share two moments from today , one of
Corpus Christi and also from the Cloisters. I will conclude
with the church and put a larger version with a note on
what I find attractive in particular, for the larger
photos, from Corpus Christi and the Cloisters
please click to the right here.( Read more... )
So just these...I do rather wonder if generally people feel
what I did as to the church picture? anyway it is what I have
always felt about that church...Perhaps I should add another
photo or two to give a larger sense of the interior but
that for me is the key point.
today just these and what have you?
yours
+Seraphim
.Saturday was kind of a busy day. We got up early so Andrea could take her niece to a morning preview screening of The Little Mermaid: Ariel's Beginning, a direct-to-DVD prequel to the 1989 original. (I'm not sure why they were promoting a direct-to-DVD movie with a theatrical screening, but there ya go.) The two-person pass was in my name, so I went along to make sure they could in. My plan was to run off and see something else, but when they checked names at the door, there was a woman with extra passes and I was practically shoved into the theater. It worked out better for timing, but that wasn't my plan. The movie? I guess it was passable for a kid, but there wasn't a whole lot in it for me. I've seen worse cash-in attempts, though. How's that for faint praise?
After lunch, we went home for a bit. Then we went out to the Legends to see Rockhill play a free, covers-heavy show for shoppers, and Andrea also did some shopping. We had dinner at Ted's Montana Grill, but fate cheated me out of those awesome sliced cucumbers.
And then there was a late-night show with Stone in Love, the only Journey tribute band I'll ever need to see. We saw them once before, a few months ago; as I noted then, the band includes my friends J.D. and Billy (both formerly of the Creature Comforts and other bands), along with Chuck from Namelessnumberheadman. There's a new guitar player--Mike, formerly of the Architects--and another guy I don't know. The band plays in costume, increasing the cheese factor already present in the music--but they're nothing if not an incredible simulation of Journey. J.D. really nails the Steve Perry vocals--if he doesn't watch out, he'll be the next singer that the current incarnation of Journey plucks from obscurity to tour with them.
To add to the fun, there was a group of 12 to 15 people dressed head-to-toe in authentic '80s styles--there was someone who could have come from the set of Flashdance, one or two Madonna wannabes, some punk and new wave-influenced duds, at least one mullet, and some awfully big ladies' hair. As it turned out, one of the females in the party was celebrating her birthday with an '80s theme, and the whole group came out to see the Journey tribute band. The costumes were really funny.
Sunday was no fun at all. We worked on the basement walls again. Andrea went around with a brush and did the bottom trim, while I rolled the walls with a second coat of DryLok. After Andrea finished with the trim, I told her I'd finish all the rolling if she would take care of the other Sunday household chores (litter boxes, garbage, laundry, etc.). The rolling was really tough, as I had to push into it really hard to hit all the uneven areas; the result was a very sore back, sore arms, and sore hands. And I'm still sore two days later. But it's done. The only thing left is to do some spot-covering with a brush. Hooray for that--it's a big job (almost) finished.
I never actually left the house on Sunday--I only went as far as the curb, taking the garbage out--so that's that.
Last night I was too tired to do much (although I've been putting some of my CDs in sleeves again), and I suspect I'm getting sick. Yesterday I was sniffly; today my throat feels weird. And I'm just kind of low on energy. But I don't feel crappy enough yet to know for sure.
And then there's this:
The Candidate We Still Don’t Know (Frank Rich, New York Times): "With the exception of John McCain's imprisonment in Vietnam, every aspect of his profile in courage is inaccurate or defunct."
Olbermann Chastises McCain: Grow Up! (Keith Olbermann, MSNBC)
If Money Talks, the Troops Are Saying, 'Vote Obama' (Crooks and Liars)
Top CEOs Give 10 Times More to McCain Than to Obama (The Hill)
The Corporate Free Ride (Editorial, New York Times): "Here is a crazy idea to address the United States’ gaping fiscal deficit: persuade corporate America to start paying taxes."
Bachmann Drilling Overdrive (Sierra Club): "Michele Bachmann personifies just how haywire House conservatives have gone lately, particularly on energy issues."
Mixing Politics and Wal-Mart (Editorial, New York Times)
Is Jon Stewart the Most Trusted Man in America? (New York Times)
Scandal-Plagued GOP Dancing Sweetheart To Headline Ron Paul’s Minneapolis Nightmare (Wonkette)
Associated Press Gets One Right (Talking Points Memo): "Whoopsie! Check out this inadvertent description of Joe Lieberman in an Associated Press story on the Veepstakes."
Obama's Hillbilly Half-Brother Threatening To Derail Campaign (The Onion)
After lunch, we went home for a bit. Then we went out to the Legends to see Rockhill play a free, covers-heavy show for shoppers, and Andrea also did some shopping. We had dinner at Ted's Montana Grill, but fate cheated me out of those awesome sliced cucumbers.
And then there was a late-night show with Stone in Love, the only Journey tribute band I'll ever need to see. We saw them once before, a few months ago; as I noted then, the band includes my friends J.D. and Billy (both formerly of the Creature Comforts and other bands), along with Chuck from Namelessnumberheadman. There's a new guitar player--Mike, formerly of the Architects--and another guy I don't know. The band plays in costume, increasing the cheese factor already present in the music--but they're nothing if not an incredible simulation of Journey. J.D. really nails the Steve Perry vocals--if he doesn't watch out, he'll be the next singer that the current incarnation of Journey plucks from obscurity to tour with them.
To add to the fun, there was a group of 12 to 15 people dressed head-to-toe in authentic '80s styles--there was someone who could have come from the set of Flashdance, one or two Madonna wannabes, some punk and new wave-influenced duds, at least one mullet, and some awfully big ladies' hair. As it turned out, one of the females in the party was celebrating her birthday with an '80s theme, and the whole group came out to see the Journey tribute band. The costumes were really funny.
Sunday was no fun at all. We worked on the basement walls again. Andrea went around with a brush and did the bottom trim, while I rolled the walls with a second coat of DryLok. After Andrea finished with the trim, I told her I'd finish all the rolling if she would take care of the other Sunday household chores (litter boxes, garbage, laundry, etc.). The rolling was really tough, as I had to push into it really hard to hit all the uneven areas; the result was a very sore back, sore arms, and sore hands. And I'm still sore two days later. But it's done. The only thing left is to do some spot-covering with a brush. Hooray for that--it's a big job (almost) finished.
I never actually left the house on Sunday--I only went as far as the curb, taking the garbage out--so that's that.
Last night I was too tired to do much (although I've been putting some of my CDs in sleeves again), and I suspect I'm getting sick. Yesterday I was sniffly; today my throat feels weird. And I'm just kind of low on energy. But I don't feel crappy enough yet to know for sure.
And then there's this:
The Candidate We Still Don’t Know (Frank Rich, New York Times): "With the exception of John McCain's imprisonment in Vietnam, every aspect of his profile in courage is inaccurate or defunct."
Olbermann Chastises McCain: Grow Up! (Keith Olbermann, MSNBC)
If Money Talks, the Troops Are Saying, 'Vote Obama' (Crooks and Liars)
Top CEOs Give 10 Times More to McCain Than to Obama (The Hill)
The Corporate Free Ride (Editorial, New York Times): "Here is a crazy idea to address the United States’ gaping fiscal deficit: persuade corporate America to start paying taxes."
Bachmann Drilling Overdrive (Sierra Club): "Michele Bachmann personifies just how haywire House conservatives have gone lately, particularly on energy issues."
Mixing Politics and Wal-Mart (Editorial, New York Times)
Is Jon Stewart the Most Trusted Man in America? (New York Times)
Scandal-Plagued GOP Dancing Sweetheart To Headline Ron Paul’s Minneapolis Nightmare (Wonkette)
Associated Press Gets One Right (Talking Points Memo): "Whoopsie! Check out this inadvertent description of Joe Lieberman in an Associated Press story on the Veepstakes."
Obama's Hillbilly Half-Brother Threatening To Derail Campaign (The Onion)
- Music:Aimee Mann
Before I get bombarded with "THATZ NOT LEGAL", in New York State if the landlord occupies a unit in the house 4 or less units for rent or the entire house they can discriminate all they want in to whom they want to rent it.
Not to say I'm going to be putting racist signs in the window, but I need a nice way to write that I don't want a female roommate or anybody under the age of 24. Generally, I want to live with a grad student/researcher/young professional who is male. My days of dorm life with women are over, and I've realized that I can't in essence share a space with another girl. I can't find a nice way to communicate this, both in the ad and on the phone. Despite writing males over 24 only we're just getting bombarded with . . . well, not that. Although, we're renting another house out that's females only and are having men be surprised when I tell them that no, they cannot live there and yes it is legal for us to not let them live there.
Also, are there any other websites besides Craigslist to find roommates? All I want is a nice roommate who'll buy toilet paper once in a while :/
One more thing, since you guys rock.
I mentioned that my boyfriend was a landlord with lots of houses. So, we're actually thinking of doing the following concerning security deposits. If the potential tenant obtains a copy of their credit score and the score is above XXX we waive the security deposit, if their score is between XXX and XXX they only have to pay a partial security deposit. What do you think about that? As tenants or former tenants, how would that system work out for you?
Not to say I'm going to be putting racist signs in the window, but I need a nice way to write that I don't want a female roommate or anybody under the age of 24. Generally, I want to live with a grad student/researcher/young professional who is male. My days of dorm life with women are over, and I've realized that I can't in essence share a space with another girl. I can't find a nice way to communicate this, both in the ad and on the phone. Despite writing males over 24 only we're just getting bombarded with . . . well, not that. Although, we're renting another house out that's females only and are having men be surprised when I tell them that no, they cannot live there and yes it is legal for us to not let them live there.
Also, are there any other websites besides Craigslist to find roommates? All I want is a nice roommate who'll buy toilet paper once in a while :/
One more thing, since you guys rock.
I mentioned that my boyfriend was a landlord with lots of houses. So, we're actually thinking of doing the following concerning security deposits. If the potential tenant obtains a copy of their credit score and the score is above XXX we waive the security deposit, if their score is between XXX and XXX they only have to pay a partial security deposit. What do you think about that? As tenants or former tenants, how would that system work out for you?
So, my guy is a music journalist. He's about to move into my little house and we'll be turning the extra bedroom into an office for him - and conveniently, his birthday falls right around the time he'll be settling in.
I had this grand idea months ago that I'd frame portraits of a few of his biggest writing heroes to hang in his new office. It didn't really occur to me until I started looking for them that these kinds of photographs wouldn't be all that easy to find.
If I can find digital versions of good enough quality, I can use a graphic designer friend's super-fancy printer, but I'm coming up with little to nothing usable. I'm willing to buy prints, too, but I'm having no luck finding that, either!
I did come across this book in my searches, and it looks great, but it doesn't seem to have any of the writers I'm looking for (I think I'll try to find it in a local bookstore so I can take a closer look). Also, it might kind of break my heart to pull pages from what looks to be a gorgeous book.
Any suggestions? In case it helps, the writers I'm looking for are Mark Twain, Hunter S. Thompson, Lester Bangs, Chuck Klosterman, maybe Kurt Vonnegut. I'd appreciate any leads - I've kind of got my heart set on this and I'll be sad if it doesn't work out!
I had this grand idea months ago that I'd frame portraits of a few of his biggest writing heroes to hang in his new office. It didn't really occur to me until I started looking for them that these kinds of photographs wouldn't be all that easy to find.
If I can find digital versions of good enough quality, I can use a graphic designer friend's super-fancy printer, but I'm coming up with little to nothing usable. I'm willing to buy prints, too, but I'm having no luck finding that, either!
I did come across this book in my searches, and it looks great, but it doesn't seem to have any of the writers I'm looking for (I think I'll try to find it in a local bookstore so I can take a closer look). Also, it might kind of break my heart to pull pages from what looks to be a gorgeous book.
Any suggestions? In case it helps, the writers I'm looking for are Mark Twain, Hunter S. Thompson, Lester Bangs, Chuck Klosterman, maybe Kurt Vonnegut. I'd appreciate any leads - I've kind of got my heart set on this and I'll be sad if it doesn't work out!
Crossposted to my journal.
So there I am, in my office at Backwater Rural Branch (BRB) U. Library, minding my own business when this e-mail pops up in my campus inbox from one of the big poobahs on campus. It comes from the Semi Prez for Kiddie Matters, and it is in regard to, and I kid you not, "not answering the phones." Allow me to explain.
So there I am, in my office at Backwater Rural Branch (BRB) U. Library, minding my own business when this e-mail pops up in my campus inbox from one of the big poobahs on campus. It comes from the Semi Prez for Kiddie Matters, and it is in regard to, and I kid you not, "not answering the phones." Allow me to explain.
( Read more... )
- Mood:
frustrated
Love the works of Ron van der Ende
i'm trying to get over a really, horribly devastating breakup and sadly all of the books i have left to read were his, or just remind me way too much of him and i desperately need new suggestions.
i can't read anything philosophy related, or any nonfiction about the environment, politics, religion or what not. just can't handle any of that right now. also, please no mysteries, thriller, or horror type things either.
what i'm mostly looking for are fun, upbeat reads that aren't necessarily reeking of intelligentsia but also aren't completely devoid of any intelligence.
so you can get an idea of what i'm interested in, i just finished kitchen confidential by anthony bourdain, and the devil wears prada. i'm also probably going to ransack my best friend's collection of david sedaris.
are there any new hot writers along the lines of david sedaris whom i should be checking out?
please please please help! any and all suggestions are greatly appreciated!
i can't read anything philosophy related, or any nonfiction about the environment, politics, religion or what not. just can't handle any of that right now. also, please no mysteries, thriller, or horror type things either.
what i'm mostly looking for are fun, upbeat reads that aren't necessarily reeking of intelligentsia but also aren't completely devoid of any intelligence.
so you can get an idea of what i'm interested in, i just finished kitchen confidential by anthony bourdain, and the devil wears prada. i'm also probably going to ransack my best friend's collection of david sedaris.
are there any new hot writers along the lines of david sedaris whom i should be checking out?
please please please help! any and all suggestions are greatly appreciated!
I am so in love with tofu noodles, they are all I seem to eat--if I eat at home--nowadays. I bought six bags last night, and a bag of seaweed noodles. I can't eat pasta, but I can eat these, one serving is only 20 calories, and if you eat the whole bag, it's only 40 calories. My friend's exboyfriend says they smell like fish, but if you nuke them they taste and smell just like normal noodles (and you don't have to boil
them as they are already soft.) I ate them for breakfast today smothered in garlic and tomato sauce.
them as they are already soft.) I ate them for breakfast today smothered in garlic and tomato sauce.
Last year, my partner inherited a house from her mother. Due to a perfect storm of financial circumstances, we decided to sell it recently even though the market is really terrible right now.
We got a buyer almost immediately, the house went into escrow, and two weeks before the scheduled closing, the title company went out of business with no warning. A new title company took over, and we closed a week ago tomorrow.
So now, the sale has closed. The documents are signed, we were told we'd have the money wired to our account by Monday. Our agent assured us that the title officer was probably just giving herself an extra cushion, and we'd likely have the money by Friday. Tomorrow is exactly a week since we closed, and we still don't have our money. We keep getting excuses about people being out of the office and some new form that they need the buyers to initial. Two days *after* the official closing, the title officer decided they wanted a new form signed and notarized by my wife's *sister*, who was the executor of the estate, affirming that she had the legal authority to transfer ownership of the house to my wife, even though they already have copies of the entire trust document and the deed with my wife listed as the sole owner of the house.
So, we're thinking of getting a lawyer. My question is for anyone who has sold a house. Is this kind of crap normal? Or are we being completely jerked around and need to sue these assholes for breech of contract to get our money? Obviously, we'll ask our lawyer for specific legal advice, I'm just wondering whether anyone else has dealt with something like this, and how you handled it if you did.
It's really not helping my stress levels that my dad is in the hospital two states away, waiting for me and his brother to get there to say goodbye before they take him off life support, and we can't get me a plane ticket until we get the money from the house, because we're beyond broke right now.
We got a buyer almost immediately, the house went into escrow, and two weeks before the scheduled closing, the title company went out of business with no warning. A new title company took over, and we closed a week ago tomorrow.
So now, the sale has closed. The documents are signed, we were told we'd have the money wired to our account by Monday. Our agent assured us that the title officer was probably just giving herself an extra cushion, and we'd likely have the money by Friday. Tomorrow is exactly a week since we closed, and we still don't have our money. We keep getting excuses about people being out of the office and some new form that they need the buyers to initial. Two days *after* the official closing, the title officer decided they wanted a new form signed and notarized by my wife's *sister*, who was the executor of the estate, affirming that she had the legal authority to transfer ownership of the house to my wife, even though they already have copies of the entire trust document and the deed with my wife listed as the sole owner of the house.
So, we're thinking of getting a lawyer. My question is for anyone who has sold a house. Is this kind of crap normal? Or are we being completely jerked around and need to sue these assholes for breech of contract to get our money? Obviously, we'll ask our lawyer for specific legal advice, I'm just wondering whether anyone else has dealt with something like this, and how you handled it if you did.
It's really not helping my stress levels that my dad is in the hospital two states away, waiting for me and his brother to get there to say goodbye before they take him off life support, and we can't get me a plane ticket until we get the money from the house, because we're beyond broke right now.
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