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Patience Pays Off

Patience Pays Off
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Or maybe it doesn’t… but getting upset about the traffic back-up will only lead to high blood pressure. Don’t Drive Angry. FAQ

Question by ding dong: What is the minimum number of views required to get paid from youtube? And what is the minimum amount they pay?
What is the minimum number of views required to get paid from youtube? And what is the minimum amount they pay?

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Answer by Vanessa
To see any real money, you will need to go waaaay over 100,000 views. You can actually buy human views (that count for YouTube advertising pay) from services like Mohr Publicity. They will send up to 1 million views to you in 10 days or so. But it costs money, so how does that help? Well, at least it makes you popular-LOL Go with a good company so your youtube views count:

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ready to climb down
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Being on top of a 31 meter power pylon;
Having climbed there by myself with the 5D Mk II + Sigma 150-500 + Sigma 2x converter + Sigma 12-24;
Getting paid to do it: priceless. :-)

(I was there with permission, safety equipment, and the line was offline – don’t try this without these conditions, kids)
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Shotley, 6 March 2010
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Apologies for lack of pictures, commenting etc. etc. I am currently working at two jobs – a historical research job which takes me into London daily to spend hours getting paid to sit in archives (i.e. my dream job, shame it’s only a short term contract…) and the teaching job I started in January. I’m also applying for history jobs and funding left, right and centre, which leaves me with very little free time for the time being.

Shoes are the right choice on campus
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Ngee Ann Polytechnic’s footwear campaign.

That’s Daphne Khoo from Singapore Idol. Wonder how much she got paid for this.

79/365 – When did you fall in love with me?
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For Day 79 of 365. And for TRP "The Dark Place". And for tell it with a song. Oh, and of course for Today’s Random Fact.

Today’s random fact: I have a bit of an obsession with going above and beyond. There aren’t many things in life where I don’t feel like I should do something more and help someone out more than expected. So I found myself again tonight in the giant dog mascot costume at a hockey game. It’s not my job, but I like helping the company out by doing it. It’s exhausting and draining and all that at the same time. And it’s volunteer. I don’t get paid for that time or anything.

But I love it. It’s who I am. I’m told that this characteristic is one of the reasons I’m so likeable. Those aren’t my words, by the way, I’m not that cocky. 😉


"When Did You Fall in Love" by Chris Rice

You’re all smiles and silly conversation
As if this sunny day came just for you
You twist your hair, you smile and you turn your eyes away
C’mon, tell me what’s right with you
Now it dawns on me probably everybody’s talkin’
And there’s something here I’m supposed to realize
‘Cause your secret’s out, and the universe laughs at it’s joke on me
I just caught it in your eyes, it’s a beautiful surprise

When did you fall in love with me?
Was it out of the blue
‘Cause I swear I never knew it
When did you let your heart run free?
Have you been waiting long?
When did you fall in love with me?
When did you fall in love?

Make your way over here, sit down by this fool, and let’s rewind
C’mon, let’s go back and replay all our scenes
You can point out the hints, the clues, the twists and the smiles this time
All the ones that slipped by me
I bet my face is red, and you can hear my heart poundin’
Well I guess it don’t matter now that I realize
‘Cause baby I missed it then, but I can surely see you now
Right there before my eyes
You’re my beautiful surprise

Was it at the coffee shop
Or that morning at the bus stop
When you almost slipped, and I caught your hand
Or the time we built the snowman
The day at the beach, sandy and warm
Or the night with the scary thunderstorm
I never saw the signs
Now we’ve got to make up for lost time
And I can tell now by the way that you’re looking at me
I’d better finish this song so my lips will be free

Have you been waiting long, when did you fall in love
I kept you waiting so long, when did you fall
Have you been waiting long
When did you fall in love with me
When did you fall in love?

Lazy Jack
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This is a departure for my stream…

This piece of ironwork by Jean Hubert of Croix des Bouquets, Haiti was one of a number he made to illustrate local tales and stories brought from Wales by Daniel Morden . (Daniel Morden writes "The story of the creation of these illustrations also resembles a fairy tale. Like so many heroes and heroines, Jean was set a seemingly impossible task. In this instance, our hero had to produce fifteen images from flattened oil drums in just three days. Not only did he complete the taks, but the quality of his work surpassed our expectations.") The pieces were auctioned at the Beyond the Border storytelling festival. I bought this because Lazy Jack is a story I like a lot. You must know it…

There was once a princess who, sadly, had never laughed. She came down sadly to breakfast, ate lunch without once smiling and had dinner in sadness. Nothing that ever came to the palace could cheer her up.
Not far from the palace was a forest. And in the forest a woman lived in a hut with her son Jack.
Now Jack was lazy. He spent a great deal of time lying down and never ever did any work.
One day his mother could stand it no more. “Jack,” she said, “you don’t do any of the work. I dig, I clean, I cook, and you just lie there. It’s time you got a job.”
“Okay mother,” said Jack. He dressed and set out to look for work.
It wasn’t long before he saw a farmer at work in the fields.
“Do you have a job for me?” asked Jack.
“Yes I do,” said the farmer, and he set him to work digging.
At the end of the day he gave him a penny, which in those days was worth a lot more than it is now. Jack was very pleased with his first wages and proudly set off home.
On the way he saw a girl who also had a penny. She was flipping it up in the air and catching it. Jack tried to copy her.
He was beginning to master the flipping and catching when he came to a bridge over a river. He flipped, the coin went up, came down, bounced on his hand, and fell over the side of the bridge and down down into the deep water.
When Jack got home he told his mother about his day’s work.
“And what did you get as wages?” she asked.
“A penny.”
“Where is it then?”
And Jack told his mother about how he had lost the penny.
She crossed her arms and shook her head. “You know, you should have put it in your pocket. Will you remember to do that tomorrow, Jack?”
“Yes mother,” said Jack.
The next day came and Jack went back to work on the farm. At the end of the day the farmer gave him a jug of milk. Remembering what his mother had told him, he tried to fit the jug of milk in his pocket. When it didn’t fit he simply poured the milk into his pocket.
When he got home he knocked at the door and his mother opened it.”
“What have you done, Jack?” she asked, folding her arms and looking at his very wet trouser leg.
“The farmer gave me milk, and I put it in my pocket like you told me,” he said.
She shook her head. “Jack, you should have carried it home on your head. Will you remember that tomorrow?”
Jack nodded and the following morning went off to work again. This time the farmer gave him a block of butter as pay.
“Now, I must get this right this time,” said Jack to himself, “it must go on my head.”
So he put the butter on his head. But it was a hot day, and on hot days butter melts, and soon the butter was dribbling down Jack’s face and neck. When he arrived home he looked very messy indeed.
His mum shook her head. “What have you been doing?” she said.
“I got paid a block of butter, and I put it on my head like you said.”
His mother crossed her arms. “You should have carried it home in your arms,” she said, and Jack promised he would remember to do so the next time.
After the next day’s work Jack was given a cat.
“To keep the mice away,” said the farmer. Jack, remembering his mother’s advice held the cat.
But it wriggled, and when he held it tighter, it bit him and scratched him. When he arrived home his mother opened the door and saw how scratched his hands were and how torn his sleeves were. Folding her arms and shaking her head, she said, “Jack, you should have tied a string round its neck and lead it home. Will you remember that tomorrow?”
Jack nodded and the next day after his day’s work the farmer paid him with a side of meat. Jack remembered his mother’s advice and tied a string around it and dragged it home.
Only it didn’t get home, because some dogs smelled the meat, and came and ate it. When Jack arrived all that was left was some bones on the end of a string.
After folding her arms and shaking her head, his mother said that he shouldn’t have brought the meat home that way. “Remember this tomorrow, Jack; you should have carried it on your shoulder.”
Jack promised that he would, and the following day the farmer rewarded him for his work with a donkey. Remembering his mother’s instructions Jack managed with a struggle to get the donkey up on his shoulders.
His way home took him past the palace. Jack was struggling along with the donkey on his back just as the princess who had never laughed looked out of her window.
You can guess what happened, even if you’ve never heard the tale before. She saw the donkey riding on Jack’s back instead of the other way round, and she laughed. She laughed and she laughed and she laughed.
When the king and queen heard this they quickly sent down to the street to find whoever had caused the princess to laugh. Jack was found lying underneath his donkey. His mother was sent for and when she came, she and Jack were invited into the palace.
And there they stayed, never again hungry or cold, and they all lived happily ever after.


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