wafybYes, both ways of blogging can earn you money. Whether you want to create your own website or you want to write articles for people who own sites, you can still earn from them. But what will really earn you more is by creating your own! Other than working for other people, you can learn how to create your own blog then actually make your own blog, and then earn all for yourself! This is one thing that they don’t teach when you learn how to create your own blog. They always say that you can use this skill to work for other people or create your own. They also tell you that both will keep you earning but what they don’t tell you is creating your own blog site will earn you two to three times more than working for someone.

How so? There may be expenses in the beginning of creating your own blog like domain rent and many more but it is very positive that the earnings will be more than your expenses. In fact, every year you will only get to spend fifty dollars at most and your earnings can be fifty dollars at least per month.

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Chitown at night!Not a lot of people really have any idea what kind of work it takes in order to open up a successful restaurant in either Chicago, or really any big city in the United States. I can only imagine what some of my friends in Europe feel because the barriers there is opening your own business are pretty amazing. I had a friend named Nick who told me about a restaurant that he opened up in Athens about 20 years ago and he said that it was all very corruption based. I think not a lot has changed there. If you want to open up something that stood the test of time, you had to make sure that there were some pockets filled, and that you had just the right kind of protection in order to continue running your business successfully.

Chicago may not be the absolute picture of honest business, but all the other hand we certainly are not some of those places in Europe. Times do change a lot Chicago and I quite frankly am glad that I didn’t make a move to Los Angeles in the 1990s when I was thinking about it. Yes, I would probably have a far more expensive house and perhaps a little bit of a larger business, but at the same time I simply would not have had the kind of characters that have come into my restaurant over the years …

acSay the word camouflage to a naturalist and she tends to think immediately of the chameleon, a small lizard that changes color to blend in with its surroundings. But the chameleon is far from alone in its ability to adapt by disguising itself in response to changes in its environment or to danger. A variety of mammals, birds, insects, spiders, and denizens of the deep have developed comparable traits.

Camouflage, however, is not the only trick Mother Nature has up her evolutionary sleeve. Deception is everywhere in the animal kingdom, adding magic, mystery, and depth to our experiences in nature. Understanding the defensive and offensive measures creatures employ gives us a deeper appreciation of the world around us.

To children, perhaps, all grasshoppers look more or less alike. In basic configuration, in fact, they are possessed of a certain bilateral symmetry, with two eyes, two large jumping legs, and so forth. But grasshoppers certainly are not all uniformly green, as I imagined when I was growing up in Missouri. Some grasshoppers are patterned to resemble so closely the sand they perch on that you can’t see them until they jump, startling you with their sudden motion.

Protective coloration in the form of camouflage is one of nature’s best tricks. The wings of some butterflies, like the curve-toothed geometer, appear to be leaves complete with central veins. This fine attribute allows them to blend into the foliage on a tree

galrCommon sense prevents most gardeners from planting hybrid tea roses in large numbers on slopes, banks, and hillsides. For starters, how would one maneuver from bush to bush to pick off all those Japanese beetles? And where would anyone find enough time to prune each bush? Moreover, the cost (both environmental and financial) of chemicals often used to fight black spot and rust on masses of high-maintenance cultivars could well prove prohibitive.

Yet there is a way to use roses to create broad, romantic sweeps of color. Today’s so-called ground-cover roses attract few pests, need little or no pruning, and seldom suffer from black spot or other blights common to the genus Rosa. Produced by hybridizers determined to eliminate the need for chemical pesticides in the garden, ground-cover roses are characterized by low, spreading growth, extreme cold hardiness (USDA zones usually range from 3 or 4 to 9), and repeat (sometimes recurrent, even perpetual) bloom. More rightly, these easy-care beauties should be dubbed procumbent roses, notes English rosarian Peter Beales in his encyclopedic Classic Roses (Henry Holt; $55), now in its second edition. Unlike ivy, vinca, or other true ground covers that hug the earth with countless rootlets, ground-cover roses employ long, flowery canes to create the illusion of a blanket of blossoms.

To create drift without sacrificing tidiness, consider massing roses whose habit is more wide than tall. Choose a single hue or, to lighten the look, interplant

mhasasMusic has filled my house – and my life – since I can remember. Although I consider myself primarily a visual person, I find I best measure and reexperience the rhythms and cadences of my life by the music I’ve heard, sung, and danced to. Like virtually all American children, I’m sure I was taught all the toddler standbys, such as “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star” and “Three Blind Mice,” but the earliest song I can recall with any accuracy is “Goody, Goody” as vocalized by the jazz great Ella Fitzgerald. When asked what songs I preferred as a child, I can say with perfect certainty that, along with the Ella, I was weaned on Broadway show tunes. My father, an avid pianist, enjoyed an enormous repertory of songs from the 1930s and ’40s, which he played, and sang, at every opportunity on our family piano. When my sisters and I were little and we still lived on Long Island, New York, my parents treated us to an annual outing in New York City to see a new musical. We collected the long-playing records of our favorite shows and we learned their lyrics.

The year I turned II, we moved into Manhattan so my father could pursue a career in music. Soon he was playing jazz piano in local clubs, an occupation that consumed his nights for four years. For me, these were the years of learning the scores to

I love Indian Food, and the more authentic, the better. Cooking peppery-hot vegetarian dishes at home, I use recipes from Rajasthan and spices from Madras while listening to a CD of George Harrison playing the sitar. And the beer I choose is an India Pale Ale, shipped all the way from England.

ipaYes, England. Unlike Belgian waffles, Turkish coffee, and Irish stew, India Pale Ales owe their moniker not to their land of origin but rather the country to which they were historically shipped. Created by London’s Bow Brewery in 1790, this style was – and still is – generally characterized by a tawny orange color and high levels of both hopping and alcohol. The reason for this double-barreled approach had less to do with currying favor among the thirsty troops stationed in India than to ensuring that the product arrived there in quaffable condition.

Most of the standard ales of that time arrived at the subcontinent in pretty sari shape. Bow’s deployment, though, of more alcohol and hops proved to be just the right Taj – er, touch – in contributing to the beer’s stability and shelf life. Hoppily enough, this new type of brew grew so popular that other brewers soon followed Bow’s lead. Over time recipes change, though, and during the latter half of this century IPAs have gradually become as watered down as skim milk, with most sporting less snap than a day-old papadum.

Their American

hhpMany of us who live with a cat or dog have no doubt that ours is the smartest, most beautiful, or most talented cat or dog in the world. In fact, this belief is so common among pet owners that it has given rise to a massive show circuit where people compare their pets and compete for titles.

I have to confess I’ve never entered a cat or dog of my own in a show – not because my animal friends are anything less than perfect in my book, but because I’ve just never gone beyond my own book. I do remember, though, how I coveted a little plastic loving cup my big sister won with our dog Cookie at an amateur dog show when we were kids. It came with a beautiful blue ribbon and six cans of dog food.

Who goes in for shows with their pets and why? When I asked pet owners these questions, I was met with a tremendous variety of answers. For many people, dog and cat shows are social occasions. The show circuit is a network where animal owners make new friends and connect with old ones who share their passion for their pets. Some are drawn by the thrill of competition, the buzz of anticipation, the prospect of winning. For still others, there may be a business angle. Pets that win big – and their descendants – are highly prized among breeders

sactSet among cypress and eucalyptus trees, a brown-shingled house sits on a hillside above the University of California campus in Berkeley. The 1910 house, my home late in the 1960s, is but one of 100 or so designed by the city’s most renowned architect, Bernard Maybeck (1862-1957). The hours and hours I spent here – gazing out to the Golden Gate through my wisteria-framed windows and savoring the early evening’s flood of amber light – supplied some of my happiest memories of my Berkeley days. Although the presence of Nobel Laureates like physicists Luis Alvarez and Emilio Segre and the wildly fanciful spirit that prevailed here during the decade’s waning years certainly deepened my love and respect for this university community, it was the rich architectural traditions and favorite neighborhood rambles that recently lured me back to live in the hilly university city on San Francisco Bay.

Not Hill

The particular knoll on which I lived acquired the nickname Nut Hill early in the century, most likely in honor of its artistic and lovably quirky inhabitants. The celebrated photographer Dorothea Lang figured among its residents, as did artist Worth Ryder, author George Stuart, and Bernard Maybeck himself, whose sensitivity to the aesthetics of wood made him a Berkeley folk hero of sorts. Writers Mark Twain and Jack London and dancer Isadora Duncan regularly visited.

Bernard Maybeck, along with Bay Area architects A. C. Schweinfurth and Ernest Coxhead, wholeheartedly embraced the