Charles Keating was the founder of the Cincinnati, OH law firm Keating, Muething and Klekamp, which handled security work for Marvin Warner, and Home State Savings, responsible for another costly securities fraud case in the S:L debacle. In 1984, he bought the CA based Lincoln Savings : Loan, and within 3 years involved the thrift with large investments in junk bonds, real estate projects, and other high risk ventures that benefited the American Cogtinental Corporation.
 
Charles Keating Jr., the former savings and loan owner serving a Federal prison sentence, has agreed to settle civil fraud charges brought by securities regulators. Mr.

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It was just after my fifty fourth birthday that I began lusting after men slightly younger than myself. Previously my male lovers had all been around my own age, or somewhat older as I did have a few romantic interludes with older gentlemen of wealth. I must admit enjoying their lavish attentiveness to my younger manhood. It was probably from this I soon developed a lusting for hot, youthful bodies. Ironically my neighbor became my first youthful obsession.
Ronald lived one floor down in my condominium complex with his divorced mother. He had just turned eighteen and was planning on attending the local university to study architecture. He had been left back and was not scheduled to graduate until the following summer. So I made plans to get closer to him that long winter and it all worked to my advantage I must guiltily confess.
Besides that it was my opinion that he might be in need of some stricter discipline, which was missing in his life. Not that he was bad but I did note a side of mischief to his behavior at times and decided to help control it. It was during one of those unruly incidents when I overheard him smart mouthing his poor mother, that I approached him in the hallway as he stormed from their unit. Oddly enough he reacted shocked at first and then almost relieved that I was going to punish him for his rude behavior and disrespect towards his mother.
He offered no resistance as I led him roughly by the arm into my apartment. Asking him what he thought I should do to him as punishment. I learned in business it is the best way to approach an employee who had done wrong on the job. Ronald looked bewildered at my question then pondered his fate before meekly answering that he felt he deserved a spanking.
My faint heart jumped as did my semi erect clit between my legs at the actual thought of being able to spank this dear young man privately in my own apartment. He seemed more than pleased when I agreed and asked what I might use. Hell I never had even given it a thought, but maybe my bare hand would do, as I had no former means of punishment paraphernalia around the place. Then Ronald offered me his thick, black, leather belt and when he stood to remove it I noticed once more how wonderful his young, lean, male body looked. I suppose he must have thought it somewhat odd that a grown woman would approach him and offer him punishment, yet he was the one who actually was leading me along as he handed me his heavy belt.
Nervously now my hands trembled as he asked where and how I wanted him to position himself for his spanking mentioning how his mother used to spank him years earlier. It was by pulling down his pants and bending him over her bare knees. He asked if I might do the same, as he had offended his Mother in the first place to deserve such punishment. As if in a fog I agreed and watched as he now unfastened his trousers and lowered them to his ankles, stepping gracefully out of them. Next he looked at me asking if I too was not going to remove my slacks so her would be across my bare knees.
Reluctantly I did before realizing I was not wearing any underwear and my wet pussy glistened between my legs as Ronald eyed it for quite some time as I sheepishly apologized. He said he did not mind and actually preferred it since he was going to be nude and revealing his manhood to me as well. Next I stared as he slipped his hand into the elastic waistband of his briefs. He slowly yet deliberately lowered them right in front of me turning away and bending over to remove them as his naked ass was right in my face.
I loudly gasped for air as my eager pussy quivered wildly as my mind raced with the thought of what his tender tight ass might feel like as I touched it for the first time. Then he spoke once more breaking my rather lewd thought process. Again his cock was clearly visible and beginning to lengthen with semi hardness, as we both now were completely naked in front of each other. I took his hand an led him into my bedroom as it was the room farthest from the hall and I feared if he screamed out at any time someone might hear him and wonder what is going on inside.
Once in my secluded bedroom I sat on the edge of my bed waiting for him to position himself across my legs. He took some time getting into the correct position as when his Mother spanked him. Lying across my bare legs I could not help but feel the hardness of his fully erect cock as he rubbed it lewdly against me. He made certain to touch my aroused thighs as he settled into place informing me he was ready for me to begin.
Nervously I took a few light-handed swings with my bare palms relishing the feel of his soft skinned male ass against my bare hands. In no time I was peppering his bare bottom repeatedly with blow upon blow each harder than the previous. Ronald squirmed and wiggled with each spank making sure he too rub his hardness back and forth across my leg. I had opened my legs briefly giving him time to let his hardness fall neatly between them before clamping shut tightly around it. As he struggled against my spanking his cock worked its way in and out of my legs in a wanton fucking motion as his naked ass floundered about in front of me. I was beginning to enjoy my work as his muffled cries filled the air while his white bottom grew redder and extremely hotter. I rubbed my bare hands over it a few time as if to soothe it yet I just wanted to feel how hot it was and how firm also.
I reached for the leather belt and folded it to shorten the length, allowing me ease to in flick each mighty blow on his sore ass. He loved it too as he cried out yet louder. Again and again I flogged him with it as the loud crack of the stiff leather filled the air mixed with his tormented screams. He deserved every bit of it for speaking out against his dear Mother and I was the one who would see to it he behaved or else. Oddly it appeared Ronald was rather enjoying this crude form of punishment, so much in fact his frantic humping about had caused him to come all over my feet as I felt his continuous spewing of warm sticky come. There was quite a lot of it too. This did not help my own aching pussy as I strained to hold back my own female desires.
Realizing he had come I stopped spanking him and rolled him onto the floor at my feet. Looking up at me his eyes were filled with fear not knowing just what to expect from me after he had the audacity to release his load of come on my legs, bare feet and carpeting. Noticing my own wetness between my legs he silently reached knelt before me. Without saying a word he leaned in and gently kissed every inch of my pussy sending sparks throughout my shivering body. Oh how good it felt having this young man licking my overheated pussy. He was unsure of what to do so I coached him on how to flick his tongue beneath the tip of my clit and along the sensitive area as I cried out softly.
Next I instructed him to slip his probing tongue up inside of my opening. Then he was ready to let me face fuck him as I held his head tightly in place as I rammed my horny pussy in his face again and again. He seemed to enjoy sucking my clit almost as much as I did having him suck it. It was not the best oral sex I ever had but this young lad showed some fine potential, and with a few more lessons he would become quite a skilled cunt lapper it seemed.
My pussy was pressed tightly against his wet face as I cried out my instructions to him. He did as I had asked and I soon felt the first hot wave of come flow down his throat. He flinched almost gagging yet remained steadfast swallowing every drop until he had drained me dry. For added punishment I had him clean my feet and legs with his tongue tasting his own secretions after mine. Odd he did not seem to mind one bit, almost as if he was enjoying our lewd affair. He even made sure to lick long and hard between each of my toes, ever sucking on a few for added measures. It almost made me cum again.
Afterwards we dressed and I reminded him that he should treat his dear Mother respectfully or be punished by me again. When he left I wondered might I ever have another opportunity to teach him more. Luckily he was a spirited young fellow and a few days later one evening he rang my doorbell, confessing he had misbehaved and needed to be punished. It was a dream come true because he is still being naughty and learning quite a bit in the ways between men and women. Not only had he confessed to me about telling a friend of his about his punishment, but that his friend often misbehaved in front of his mother and he too deserved punishing. The mere thought of punishing two young men at once had my clit throbbing. Now I might be able to have a tongue up each of my horny holes at the same time. Plus both of their combined ages would still be less that that of my own. I look upon my distribution of punishment to them as a continuous anonymous Mother’s Day present to their Moms.

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Marissa made an important point in her post the other day: “How do we expect young girls to feel confident about their bodies if their mothers are striving for a too-thin ideal?”
Teenage girls are already surrounded by physical perfection—all they have to do is turn on the TV or open a magazine. They’re also growing up in a society where they can buy what they weren’t born with. Want Angelina’s lips? No problem. JLo’s behind? Just sign here. A few years ago, MTV capitalized on our obsession with beauty with “I Want A Famous Face,” a reality show chronicling the stories of young people who received plastic surgery to make them look like their favorite celebrities.
But this pressure to look perfect doesn’t just come from Hollywood; mothers want to look great, too. (Did anyone else notice how waif-like some of the women looked at the Emmy’s last night?) As mommy makeovers become more and more routine, the crucial question is this: How does a mother’s propensity for perfection affect her daughter?
My Beautiful Mommy, a controversial children’s book that came out this past spring, is meant to help little girls and boys understand why mommy just came home with a smaller nose, thinner thighs, and flat abs. There is a deep history behind women’s relationship to beauty and their bodies, so click here to read my Boston Globe op-ed on the book, mothers and daughters, and more.

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i spit a spatter of saliva into my hand and rubbed it over my dick steadily she began to piss straight knock down my throat as the relief of the girls began getting a dinky more aggressive too. In other words, it gave him more knowledge over her than he would have over her if he fucked her face to face, in the missionary position and it made his climax more intensive. Three fingers were fucking my hindquarters as my cock was being cleaned. I needed no further instructions, and did as i was told. Beneath this were her fanastic legs, sheathed in her see-through black pantyhose. I ran my manpower up those silken delicate legs i had become so familiar with over the hour and towards her snatch. I parted my legs some more to accept her better access. Look at this Katoey ladyboy giving you a peek of her scorching shtup and cock. Then she took a hold of my dick once again and began to slowly caress me up and bolt down. Her lips around it, then began to softly treat the as her head bobbed ever so slightly up and bolt down. The spittle i had created was sopping back downwardly into my mouth so i could taste her hind end. No marvel i was dog-tired. That way he could thrust his cock harder and deeper up her posterior than he could other than. He paused, then shoved his hips brash, and she felt her sphincter open to permit his dense, horny prick. Her tits swung free. With my hands i removed her other shoe and started to scratch her other foot over my tits. So i boldly made a touch for her pussy. I was being fucked harder and harder and knew it would not be womb-to-tomb until my piece of tail started orgasming, and my cock would spray spunk once more.

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cartoons, but I do remember thinking about how powerful images can be even without color or music or dialogue.
CIS: I know you went to film school.  Where did you go, and what was the most valuable lesson you took from those years?
GAIL: I actually didn’t go to film school.  I went to art school and that is really quite a different thing altogether.  I did study film and photography at The Art Institute of Chicago which I really loved, but the concentration was always on visual language rather than on dramatic presentation.    One of the most valuable lessons that one gets at an art school is that you have to live through critiques. You can’t just write a paper and receive the professor’s remarks to contemplate in private.   You have to show your work to your professors, other professors who are total strangers and peers as a group, and then listen to their reactions publicly.    You have to do this when something isn’t finished or not what you want it to be or not even completely formulated yet.  This is a difficult lesson in humility for anyone but it also taught me a great deal about where the lines of a common experience and the lines of a subjective experience cross.  You also learn how quickly a film or a photograph takes on a life of its own and can not always be manipulated into what you want it to be.
CIS: After school what was your first official “film” job?  What did you do and where did it lead you?
GAIL: I worked as a production assistant for a company doing videos for not-for-profit groups.   I learned all about lugging heavy equipment around, where the best deli’s were and all the usual pa things.  Paying your dues like that is actually a very important part of the film industry.  You learn the hierarchy and you learn to be the first one on location in the morning because you simply can not be late and those are really good lifetime lessons.   I also learned book-keeping which is a very practical skill and I found out I was a very good interviewer.  People would open up to me and talk to me in a very natural way even with the cameras running.
CIS: How did you land at Lucasfilm and when did you arrive?
GAIL: I was working at a post-production company that was doing work for Industrial Light Magic and one day, instead of calling me up to book an edit suite, they called me up and wanted to know if I wanted a job.  I said that I did.
CIS: I also know you were the Visual Effects Producer for ILM on the movie “Schindlers List” with Steven Spielberg, and that that film had a profound affect on you.  Will you talk a little about that experience?
GAIL: Sure, as effects movies go, this was not a big film for ILM.  However,  ILM was able to do an amazing job of touching lightly on the emotional impact of the film by adding a red coat here or a candle glow there.   It would have been a powerful film without any thing that ILM did, but we had the opportunity to contribute visually to a truly great human story without adding explosions, or sinking ships or dinosaurs or aliens.  Don’t get me wrong, I love explosions, sinking ships, dinosaurs and aliens but to see my name on the credits of Schindler’s List made me cry.  I was proud to be a tiny little part of that movie.
CIS: You are VP/General Manager for Lucasfilm Animation.  What is it like spearheading a new division for  Lucasfilm?
GAIL: Well, to put it simply it is really very exciting to work for Lucasfilm.  It is quite a unique company.
CIS: Are you allowed to tell us what you’re working on?
GAIL: Sure, we have been working on a fully cg-animated TV series:  Star Wars: The Clone Wars, which will launch on Cartoon Network on October 3rd.
CIS: I know you have been spending a lot of time in Asia for Lucasfilm, and especially Singapore.  Why Singapore.

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Disc 1

1. Can You Feel the Love Tonight -Elton John- Lion King
2. A Whole New World -Peabo Bryson Regina Belle -Aladdin
3. Beyond the Sea -Robbie Williams -Finding Nemo
4. I Wanna Be Like You- Louis Prima, Bruce Reitherman Phil Harris -Jungle Book
5. Heigh Ho -Dwarf Chorus- Snow White
6. Spoonful Of Sugar- Julie Andrews- Mary Poppins
7. Ev'rybody Wants To Be A Cat -Phil Harris, Scatman Crothers, Thurl Ravenscroft Liz English -Aristocats
8. You'll Be In My Heart- Phil Collins- Tarzan
9. Colours of the Wind -Vanessa Williams-Pocahontas
10. A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes- Linda Ronstadt- Cinderella
11. Shooting Star -Boyzone-Hercules
12. He Lives in You -Tina Turner-Lion King II - Return To Pride Rock
13. Welcome -Phil Collins- Brother Bear
14. Reflection -Christina Aguilera- Mulan
15. Someday My Prince Will Come -Adriana Caselotti - Snow White
16. It's A Small World (After All)- Disneyland Chorus Disneyland Paris
17. The Bear Necessities -Phil Harris Bruce Reitherman -Jungle Book
18. Under The Sea- Shaggy -Little Mermaid
19. If I Didn't Have You- Randy Newman - Monsters Inc.
20. When You Wish Upon a Star- Louis Armstrong- Pinocchio

Disc 2

1. You've Got a Friend in Me -Randy Newman+ Lyle Lovett- Toy Story
2. Circle of Life- Elton John- Lion King
3. Beauty The Beast- Celine Dion Peabo Bryson -Beauty The Beast
4. Friend Like Me- Robin Williams -Aladdin
5. A Star is Born- Jocelyn Brown -Hercules
6. Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo- Bobbie McFerrin -Cinderella
7. Hakuna Matata -Jimmy Cliff Lebo M -Lion King
8. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious -Julie Andrews Dick Van Dyke- Mary Poppins
9. Little April Showers Chorus- Bambi
10. Whistle While You Work -Adriana Caselotti -Snow White
11. He's A Tramp- Peggy Lee- Lady The Tramp
12. I've Got No Strings -Dickie Jones- Pinocchio
13. Mickey Mouse Club March/Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah Medley Disney Big Band Mickey Mouse Club/Song of the South
14. The Wonderful Thing About Tiggers- Jim Cummings -Tigger Movie
15. When I See An Elephant Fly -Cliff Edwards, Jim Carmichael, The Hall Johnson Choir- Dumbo
16. With A Few Good Friends -Carly Simon- Piglet's Big Movie
17. We Are One- Angelique Kidjo - Lion King II - Return To Pride Rock
18. Someday -Eternal -Hunchback of Notre Dame
19. Can't Help Falling in Love- ATeens- Lilo Stitch
20. Cruella De Vil- Dr John -101 Dalmatians

Disc 3

1. Yo Ho (A Pirates Life For Me)- Cast - Disneyland
2. Jungle Rhythm- Hayley Joel Osment, Mae Whitman, Conor Funk -Jungle Book 2
3. Scales and Arpeggios- Robbie Lester, Susan Novack, Gregory Novak, Victor Sweler the Mike Sammes Singers- Aristocats
4. The Beautiful Briney Sea -David Tomlinson Angela Lansbury -Bedknobs and Broomstick
5. Bella Notte- George Givot Bill Thompson -Lady and the Tramp
6. You Can Fly, You Can Fly, You Can Fly -Cast- Peter Pan
7. I Won't Say (I'm In Love) -Belinda Carlisle- Hercules
8. On My Way -Phil Collins- Brother Bear
9. Be Our Guest -Jerry Orback Angela Lansbury -Beauty And The Beast
10. Following The Leader- Jud Conlan Chorus -Peter Pan
11. Higitus Figitus -Karl Swenson Ricky Sorenson- Sword In The Stone
12. I'll Try-Jonatha Brook -Return to Neverland
13. One Of A Kind -Apollo 440 -101 Dalmatians 2
14. Oo De Lally -Roger Miller- Robin Hood
15. Pink Elephants -On Parade Chorus- Dumbo
16. The Aristocats -Maurice Chevalier- Aristocats
17. Who's Afraid Of The Big Bad Wolf- Pinto Colvig, Mary Moder, Dorothy Compton Billy Bletcher -Three Little Pigs
18. Ballad Of Davy Crockett -Fess Parker -Adventures of Davy Crockett
19. Colonel Hathi's March (Elephant Song)- Pat O'Malley Chorus -Jungle Book
20.

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Anyhow, yesterday we gave the house a fantastic top-to-bottom cleaning and then took the dog out to the Delaware and Raritan Canal and rode bikes about ten miles round-trip and let Jetta run. We were tired, I think he couldve run another ten miles without too much problem: hes full of run!
Then afterwards we picked up our son, got him to bed, and sat and meant to talk, but fell asleep to the jazz and candlelight in our living-room.
Therere some things that are itching at my mind, but in the interest of not spraying emotion or too much wonderment about the povs of some of my sisters I chose to do creative pieces today to share with you. I Hope you enjoy them. 
 
 Rain In Lesbos
                      for Catherine
 
 Dark I lie in our shivering bed,
Listen, feel, your breath draw deep,
Strong, chilling the fine hair of my neck,
Rippling the skin of my shoulder.
 
Raindrops, steady, roll on our roof
Like the marching feet of ancestors
Bearing prophecies of high water
From the far shore of night.
 
You curve your lips, soft, full, lean
Through the dark to my neck
And kiss its trembling nape, your rasping tongue
Touching fragile blonde hairs rhythmically,
 
Licking like deer in dawn mist, brushing
Moisture from the fracturing rock of pores,
Calling deep wells of dew up
Through the ground of my flesh
 
To coalesce in beads and roll in rivulets
Down my spine, furrow my arms,
Raise rivers of life from my thighs
Quite melding, melting, my heart
 
With the ticking clock, the risen ghosts
Of mothers and grandmothers,
Dripping rain, your curving flesh,
Mine, these rivers of life flowing as one.
(c) 2006, Radha Smith
 
Erotic Passage: The Elements
The mornings soft and languid like daylight under magnolias, a Mississippi summer. Pastel light sifts through Venetian blinds. Wisps of cloud flee east on a light breeze. My room bathes, gently, in a green light reflected from the cover of magnolias growing outside my window. The fine gauze of curtains shunts light into new patterns as it drifts through tiny woofs and warps of fabric. I sigh.  
I stretch beneath cotton sheets, aware of their white, the green sheen theyve stolen from sunlight filtering through the magnolia leaves. My lean fingers journey along my breasts and stomach. I explore the firm softness of my hips and the slight curve as my hands continue their travel to the upper reaches of my thighs. They cross the light blonde hair sprinkled on my upper thigh.  
A sparrow sits on the outer windowsill and warbles. I open my eyes and feel the green light flush into the pores of my skin, into bone. I pull my hair from beneath my nape, running my hand across the short hair of my neck, shivering at the tingle. I pull my hair across my nose and breathe the smell of cigarettes and coconut: a faint coconut, the remainder of last night’s shower, cigarettes a reminder of the nightclub, of dancing, of sweat risen and evaporated on my dancing flesh.   
I draw a deep breath and recall the tall, slim man with a gentle lisp who had danced with me. I imagine his hips against my own, his chest crushing my breasts again and again as he pulled me close. I savor the scent of anise seeds he had eaten before he arrived at the club.  
I think, for an instant, of his cologne, the sleek firmness of his arms, and the effortless way they reeled me across the floor. I see behind closed lids the chiaroscuro of his dark skin against the bone-white of my arms. I feel the slight bristle of his shaved beard against my forehead and cheeks. I sink back again into the mattress, the quilt and crisp cotton sheets. My hand wends down across my left breast, fingers circling my nipple, lingering to lightly pinch. 
Breath catches for a heartbeat and resumes. Thoughts drift to midnight and scotch, smooth, tart and peaty, like raw silk trickling down my throat. His eyes, coals with fire at their cores, burning me, holding me, beckoning as he leant toward my raised neck. His full lips caressed the skin along my throat, a sudden scent of perfume rising in the heat of my longing, his deep, satiny whisper: Come to me.  
Once more blood streams through my neck, carrying the firm, clear drumbeat of my heart, my sudden gasp as his hand closed on my waist. I feel, again, my core melting, my breath mingling with his as, a kiss so deep that I felt I was drowning in his flesh, his scent, his breath.  
His hands slid over my shoulders as though they were oiled, down my back and spine to the deepest plunge of fabric hovering above my trembling hips. His eyes once more: Come with me. Rough hands sidle forward, around my waist, grasping my hand. So very warm the heat of his hand on the ice of my fingers.  
In the embrace of his forearm, in a trance, the club disappears. I walked in a spring meadow, meanderingly, wantonly, lost from the ticking of every clock. His arm about me, we walked into an eternity, a warm and gentle reverie of desire and breath.  
I look into coal-blaze eyes, scent again anise on his tongue, perfume on my neck. Eyes, half-closed, fluttering, scan the rooms outline: a bed, a few candles, cotton sheets, and a scent of anise. My body feels the crush of his and a difficulty of drawing breath. I sink again and again into eternity. 
The lions tongue, his tongue, rasps along the skin of my neck. His teeth gently brush, hold, my ear lobe. His breath stirs hot across my temple into my yearning ear. I feel his fingers clench my dress and work it across my hips, pushed against him like a moth discovering flames, becoming one with fire, molten, flowing.  
Fingers explore his firm shoulder, slowly wander through the silver and black hair of his muscled chest, meander down across the hard washboard-contours of his stomach, across his muscled groin and onto the twin sculpted thighs that strain to rise, a midnight sun.  
He grips my hair with both his hands, almost lifting me from the floor. His mouth closes on mine. O, his kisses, deep, cool, fill me like fresh well water fills a thirsty traveler on an August afternoon. Fill me until I became the deeps of water, fertile earth and rock from which water flows.  
His hands shape my breasts, form them as rock forms in the heat of flowing, consuming fire. His hands tiller the waves of my hips, raising them into frothy heaves until I raise myself, gasping Lazarus of passion: watery, earthy, the good seed bed of desire.   
Raising me as wind raises fallen autumn leaves, arranging me on my bed as though a wind arranging leaves, scattering, rearranging until the former pattern vanishes, again and again. His kisses cover me. His breath fills me. He becomes wind. He becomes fiery storm. Earth opens. Seas churn. Molten elements mingle, in sweat and flesh, breath and flames.  
A single body melts, flows, steaming, crackling, edges softening to a stream of liquid flesh, passion, longing, moaning, gasping. Cloud and sea become one, roiling and writhing in the pure embrace of sunlight and earth.  
This mornings soft like a southern breeze blowing in from the Gulf. Green light bathes the cotton sheets. An odor of anise and sweat drifts through my room, into my pores.

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It is a tough market for sellers right now. They aren't sales people in most cases and are not used to all the rejection lately. My gosh, first of all, buyers and their agents really, call at the last minute and expect to get into a house that is perfectly staged and ready for their last minute arrival. Then the buyers quickly whiz through and leave. That makes the seller feel terrible inside. Wondering why they didn't like their house. Here's the good strategy part - for everyone involved this is a good strategy. "The seller needs to leave the house when the buyers come."
How much heartache this could solve. There are many reasons...here are a few that come to mind.
1. Buyers are not comfortable walking into someone's house - especially when it's last minute. The feel a bit guilty and don't actually want anyone to see who these last minute, non-planning people are.
2. Buyers won't linger as long in a house they are uncomfortable in. They won't open the closets or cupboards or the garage door or etc.... We want the buyers to look in these places - this means they are interested - or might get interested.
3. Sellers won't be there to answer questions from the buyers - which typically shouldn't be answered by sellers. Agents typically do the talking for fear the seller says the wrong thing to the buyer. A buyer's agent knows what a buyer wants and what a buyer is looking for in a home and will ask the right questions and get the right answers to those questions. A seller may feel uncomfortable answering questions from buyers - why are you selling? where are you going? these may be personal questions better left unknown in some cases.
4. Sellers won't feel as dejected when they are there and the buyer "whizzes through the house." If they aren't there they won't know. Sometimes what we don't know won't hurt us.
5. A house starts to feel small if people are moving around and shuffling to get out of people's way. Sellers - you want your house to feel and present itself as roomy as possible.
6. Most buyers' agents don't want the listing agent there This again makespeople feel wary of why they have to be there. If I amasked to be therewhen a buyer and their agent are looking at a house, I usuallywait outside and tell the agent to let me know if they have any questions. That I am there merely to answer any questions they might have about the house. Again...that makes the buyers' agent not feel like they are doing their job. Like they are being watched if you will. No one wants to feel watched - it's uncomfortable.

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Regal Cinemas, AMC and Cinemark will cover the majority of costs on the rollout of a minimum of 14,000 digital systems in the U.S. and Canada during a three-year period beginning in the first quarter.

The deals also should spur the quicker conversion of thousands of digital screens to 3-D, with those costs to be absorbed solely by exhibitors. The installed base of 3-D screens is so paltry that Warner Bros. was only able to secure 854 3-D venues among its 2,811 playdates for the July release of Journey to the Center of the Earth, a film originally intended to play only in 3-D auditoriums.

DreamWorks Animation is particularly keen for a quicker industry implementation of 3-D projection because the studio will release all of its future films in the extra-dimensional format starting with March 27 release Monsters vs. Aliens.

We believe we will now start to see a high level of 3-D penetration as screens roll out without delay, an important and long-awaited next step to bringing the exciting future of cinema to theaters nationwide, DWA chief Jeffrey Katzenberg said Wednesday.

Katzenberg hopes as many as 2,500 3-D screens will be in place for its inaugural foray into extra-dimensional releasing. Although that number might seem a tad bullish, its worth noting the DCIP-funded trio of circuits intend to seed key markets nationwide in their first round of system rollouts and quickly add 3-D bells and whistles to those initial installations.

Reps for Sony and Warner Bros. also are well advanced in negotiations with the three theater circuits, and those talks are expected to result in similar virtual print fee deals supervised by DCIP. Through VPFs, distributors agree to pay the equivalent of print costs for several years after the conversion of screens to digital to help pay for digital hardware and installation.

Investment banks JPMorgan and Blackstone are providing financial backup to the $1 billion-plus rollout plans. The studios inked their VPF agreements in recent days, with news trickling out last week that a critical mass of majors had done so after a more than yearlong effort to hash out pacts with the leading exhibitors.

DCIP chief Travis Reid lauded the merits of digital cinema and 3-D to moviegoers and industryites alike.

Guests will enjoy enhanced presentation as well as a number of additional entertainment options at their favorite theater, he said.

At least 4,000 screens are expected to be installed under the plan by the end of 2009.

Fox distribution president Bruce Snyder said the DCIP agreements mark the tipping point for the conversion in the United States, while Disney distribution boss Chuck Viane estimated that 20,000 additional theaters will be converted to digital via the deals.

Par distribution head Jim Tharp noted that digital distribution is becoming increasingly important to the industry and to Paramounts global distribution strategy.

Uni distribution maven Nikki Rocco lauded d-cinemas as ultimate in big-screen entertainment. And Lionsgate distribution topper Steve Rothenberg noted that his company will release one of the first 3-D movies boosted by the agreement when it unspools the horror film My Bloody Valentine on Jan. 16.

Michael Lewis, chairman and CEO of 3-D vendor RealD, predicted that the DCIP news ensures the continued rapid growth of the RealD 3-D platform.

The company has 6,500 screens under contract for eventual conversion to digital 3-D projection.

The National Association of Theatre Owners praised the DCIP agreements, but the trade group also urged the consortium to offer similar deals to smaller-fry exhibitors.

With a deal in place for the largest U.S. theater chains, it is time to conclude a similar digital cinema agreement for the hundreds of independent cinemas and thousands of screens not covered by this agreement, NATO said.

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Bigger, Stronger, Faster a new documentary that is a bit more entertaining and informational than the classic Pumpinr Iron (heretical, I know).
It is well-edited and does a pretty good job tackling sides of the issues. At the same time it unravels a lot of the misconceptions and falsehoods surrounding the evil that is
For instance, for all of the hype surrounding steroid-induced deaths, there really isnt much tangible evidence that many people die from it at all.

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Fifth floor Convertible 2Bdrm Apartment for Rent in condominium Building, Financial District, New York City

William Street
Cross Streets: Maiden Lane and Platt Street.
Neighborhood: Financial District
Financials
Rent: $3,995 Furnished: $4,300
Security: 1 months
Lease Type: Condo Sublet
Details
Size: Convertible 2
R/B/B: 3.5/1/2 [Original Rooms: 3.5]
Availability: Immediate
SF/SM: 1100/102
Term: 12 - 24 Months
Status: Active
Apartment Features
Kitchen: New/ Open; Dishwasher; Bathroom: New/ Marble;
Window: Casement Windows; High Ceiling; Entry Foyer;
Home Office; Wood Floors;
Exposure / View
City
Building Description
Concierge; Elevator; Post-war;
Converted to Condominium in 2007;
Mid-rise; 15 Floors; 128 Apartments.
Building Amenities
Health Club; Laundry Room; Lounge; Rooftop Deck;
Private Storage; High Speed Internet Access;
Broker Summary
Be the first to live in this gorgeous Jr-4 apartment with 2 full size bathrooms, extra large double paned insulated windows, solid white oak hardwood floors, modern kitchen with white glacier counter tops and custom appliances. Bath is equipped with Kohler and Watermark fixtures. Up to 9-6 coffered ceilings. Verizon FiOs equipped, phone and cable ready. Elfa closet systems.
Building amenities include 24 hour doorman / concierge, be@spot Sky Lounge featuring state-of-the-art entertainment center with iPod docking station, billiards table, kitchenette, and an indoor fireplace. Also, the be@spot landscaped outdoor Sky Terrace features a barbeque grill, wet bar and an outdoor fireplace. Rooftop fitness center features Life Fitness equipment with cable TV and iPod docking stations. Rooftop Laundry Lounge. Storage rooms also available conveniently located on residential floors and on the roof. Located in the heart of the Lower Manhattan Residential Renaissance.

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The UFCW, one of the worst unions ever, has decided that its members will be on strike at 7:00 AM on Saturday morning at Saskatchewan's Extra Foods, Wholesale Club and Real Canadian Superstore locations. However, that will only happen if bargaining between the company and the union still results in nothing at midnight tonight.

If employees are on strike at the stores, that's not going to stop me from shopping at the Real Canadian Superstore.

There are several issues that are keeping the company and the union from agreeing. For instance, the company wants to remove the guarantee for full-time hours, reduce sick pay and cutting back on vacation time. The union however, wants to secure severance pay, bumping rights and to make the company guarantee that they will be closed on Christmas Day! Wait... are you kidding? It'd be freaking sweet if the Real Canadian Superstore opened on Christmas Day. That way, if you forget your girlfriend's Christmas gift... you can say, "Oh... it's in the car." Of course, it probably wouldn't... but you can speed to your local store and buy Christmas wrapping, some perfume and do the whole wrapping sequence in your car, and be back at her house in a jiffy.

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9 loads of laundry.


Yes, really. Nine (9) loads of laundry. I do at least nine loads of laundry every Monday. Some people do laundry all week long....whites on Monday, colors on Tuesday, darks on Wednesday, delicate on Thursday, etc...not me! I don't want the dirty clothes hanging around all week long.

Instead, I just make sure everyone has enough underwear and socks to get through a week and then I do the laundry on Monday. I make it sound like I don't like doing laundry but really I do like to see those big ol' piles of laundry get done through out the day....the piles getting smaller and smaller and the really clean, wonderful smelling clothes coming out of the dryer are such a measured accomplishment. I also love the way laundry day makes the house and the air outside around the house smell so good.

All week long the clothes collect in clothes hampers in each of the bedrooms and the upstairs bathrooms. By the end of the week they are all pretty full. I gather all of the hampers and dump them all in our hallway upstairs. From there I make big piles of white, color, dark, and delicate clothes. I fill one of my hampers with clothes from the white pile. (The hamper is the perfect size for an extra large load in my washer) I usually end up doing at least 2 loads of each pile of clothes. Gracie loves to help find the clothes with stains and stand on her tiptoes to put the clothes in the washer. She thinks it's funny when I pile wet clothes on top of her for her to put into the dryer. We laugh a lot and it makes the laundry fun. When the clothes come out of the dryer they get piled on our loveseat.
I AM NOT A FOLDER...meaning I don't fold clothes and I really don't iron them (sacrilege!). It needs to be pretty important for me to pull out the ironing board and iron. So...I have a basket for each room. I divide the clothes into the basket for the people that belong in the room where the clothes are supposed to be put away. Everyone is responsible for taking their baskets to their room. I have some kids who like to fold their clothes and some who take them out of their baskets and stuff them in their drawers. Everyone gets to choose how they want their clothes to go into their dresser. the laundry is now done until next Monday.

So...maybe the laundry is something that you could let go a little. Maybe you don't need to do a load every single day. Maybe your don't need to be folding all of those clothes that are going to end up in a heap anyway...and maybe your kids can do a little more to help with the laundry. There are ways to make the chores around your house more fun AND easier on you. Notice what you love about the things you do around the house, the smell of clean clothes, the laughing 4 year old with wet clothes on her head when she's helping move clothes from the washer to the dryer, and the feeling of getting a big job done.

There's sweetness in everything....
LOVE. LIFE.

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