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Saturday, March 26th, 2011

A few nice online business images I found:

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Various shots from F5 Expo online business strategy conference at the Vancouver Convention Centre on April 7, 2010.

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Various shots from F5 Expo online business strategy conference at the Vancouver Convention Centre on April 7, 2010.

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Cool Business Motivation images

Monday, March 21st, 2011

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Donkey Sanctuary Honored national training AWARDS
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The Donkey Sanctuary has been awarded a prestigious National Training Award in recognition of their outstanding contribution and commitment to education, learning and development in the werkplek.De Donkey Sanctuary was introduced instead of a regional National Training Award at the South West regional ceremony in Bristol Tuesday 19 October 2010. The charity was in the Large Employer Award category for recognized “innovative modular course – improved donkey welfare, while at the same time increasing employee motivation and progression.” Run on behalf of the Department for Business, Innovation and Skills (BIS) of the UK skills inspired the National Training Awards and promotes British industry in the training and development as a way to an excellent organizational and individual success to invest. Winning an award is a recognition of best practices and provides a benchmark for standards of excellence in education in the United Kingdom. City & Guilds is the first sponsor of the 2010 National Training Awards.Alison Dale, Training and Development Coordinator in the Office The Donkey Sanctuary in Sidmouth, said: “We are delighted to be awarded Southwest Award recognition for the outstanding in-house training, that we developed through our Bronze and Silver Certificates. This training provides a high standard to do the donkey care and welfare in the center of everything we do, and we are so happy that we position on the expertise of so many of our employees pull in providing this “Simon Bartley, Chief Executive of the UK Skills National Training Awards, which manages said.” I would like to congratulate all the regional winners of National Training Awards 2010. Reaching an award is a fantastic achievement and one that all winners must be real proud. “now more crucial than ever for organizations to continue to invest in developing their employees. The United Kingdom will only be strengthened and supported in the future may need to give people the necessary skills for the demands of the globalized economy of today. “End-notes for editors For further information please contact: The Donkey Sanctuary Press OfficeTel: 01395 573097 / 573014 / 573124 | mobile: 927 778 07,970 | E-mail: press.office @ thedonkeysanctuary.com < = a href" Http: / / www.thedonkeysanctuary.org.uk / press office rel = "nofollow"> www.thedonkeysanctuary.org.uk / Press | www.facebook.com / DonkeyPR | www.twitter. com / DonkeyPR The Donkey Sanctuary is to donkeys and mules to protect and promote their welfare worldwide. The charity was founded by Dr Elisabeth Svendsen, MBE in 1969 and in its concern over 14,500 donkeys UK, Ireland and mainland Europe. It also works in Egypt, Ethiopia, India, Kenya and Mexico welfare with donkey donkey-owner communities through education and improve the veterinary work. The charity relies entirely on donations to continue its important work around the world For more information Tel. 01395 578222, see www.thedonkeysanctuary.org.uk or visit the charity based in Sidmouth, Devon (365 days with free access). National Training Awards are achieved individuals and organizations in the United Kingdom a excellent business and personal success by investing in training. Winning an award is a recognition of best practices and provides a benchmark for standards of excellence in education in the United Kingdom. • Perform year on behalf of the Department of Business, Innovation and Skills by UK Skills, the awards, supported by Skills Development Scotland, the Welsh Assembly Government and the Ministry for Employment and Learning, Northern Ireland. • Founded in 1987, the National Training Awards to be free and are unique in that the seven award categories every industry and size of organizations, provider of comprehensive training and individuals. The award categories recognize all types of training for qualifications, programs of informal learning and coaching. • The National Programme aims at the beginning of constructive feedback to each participant after the new judge in the awards process, from the advice and instructions given to self-assessment. Finalists and winners will be honored with a series of regional networking events and a national ceremony. • For more information visit, please www.nationaltrainingawards.com

A British Toilet
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9.4.09De flight arrived on time and within twelve hours on board quickly and without incident. To be sure, the quality of the Cathay Pacific service was exemplary opnieuw.Heathrow reminds me of Newark International. The decor is right out of the sterile and less than 80 years a thorn in the background a faint rhythm of human activity, like a crowd the foreground. There are certainly also the faces of all races are available, creating a rich mosaic of people, which is refreshing, if not quite after swimming for so long to revive in a sea of Chinese faces in Hong Kong.Toegang Internet is sealed in England, as it seems. Nothing is free, everything is unheard of wireless hotspots on the desktop terminals monetized. I think Hong Kong has spoiled me with his large, free access to the informatiesnelweg.11.4.09Ondanks to stay in a room with five other backpackers, I slept well. The mattress and pillows are sound, my headphones to keep outside noise, and the rooms are so dark as a cave when the lights are out, and only as bright as perhaps a gloomy rainy days when on. All in all, St. Paul’s a great place for the flock, adventurous and curious city remain Explorer – CouchSurfing is a sustainable alternative, I will for the next test keer.Gisteren Connie and I are packed in the Borough Market, where it all types of delicious, hearty meals. It was certainly a European flavor to the food fair: Simmering sausages were everywhere and as much as the meat was plentiful, and real, so the dairy delicacies were in the form of countless rounds of cheese stacked high behind checkered tabletops. Of course, we washed him with tasty snacks poured a large amount of alcohol from cups orange like waterfalls. For the first time I tried wine, like hot, rancid taste mulled wine punch – the perfect tonic for a rainy London days, I think. We have killed later that afternoon in the pub, shooting the breeze as imbibing more diminutive half pints in the process. Getting smashed at four in the afternoon does not seem so bad, especially if you are in the company of friends, I can understand why the British do so much! Earlier in the day we visited the Tate Modern. The turbine room lived up to its reputation as a celebrity with a giant spider, completely filled with plump cocoon, the anchoring of the retrospective. The permanent galleries, was also a pleasure it was when his eyes hard. Picasso, Warhol and Pollock found the rooms on the upper floors with the products of their supple wrists, and I ended up getting a big fan of cubism, while the development of abstract art and contempt for their empty images that I feel are missing both the motivation and emotie.Mijn first trip yesterday morning was Emirates Stadium, home of the Arsenal Gunners. The imperious towers over the surrounding area, and yet for all its majesty, the place was certainly quiet! Business did pick up later, but once opened the armory shop, and dozens of fans descended on him like bees in a hive. sell, of course – - I also dug in a gift-buying mission, and wound up buying a book for Godfrey, a scarf for a student and a sweater for a good maatregel.Ik is now in Westminster Abbey Museum, rest my weary legs and back in charge. So far I’m really with what I have seen a confluence of beauty and history for me is that it should catch it all day impressed, I can not save a few hours. My favorite part of the abbey poets corner, where none other than the literary ace Samuel Johnson rest in peace – his bust confirms its local presence, so alive biografie.Voor in his lunch was taken prisoner I have a steak and beer pie, served was with mashed potatoes, Guinness included as an extra cold – two degrees colder, says the bartender. It went well, like all other dishes I have had in England, and now I’m not accustomed to drunkenness on the half two doubtful. In addition, inspired football play Liverpool against Blackburn, and my lunch was compleet.Gelet had my fill of football, I decided my ticket scalping at Stamford Bridge to try to skip and instead went to the British Museum to inspect their full collections. Along the way, I noticed a theater, their doors wide open and the admission of customers. With great speed, I then checked the show times, saw a show was to begin, and then hurried to the cashier at a discounted ticket to buy – if you get a £ 40 a ticket deal that is. So I see a seat for Hairspray in the West End greep.De show was worth £ 40. The music was addictive, and the amount and the consequences were not so sticky to encourage as well – the vibrant background lights were both brilliant and penetrating. The actors were also the pulsating, oozing charisma, as they danced and delivered lines dripping into humor. Hairspray is a quality of production and certainly a aanrader.12.4.09Bij breakfast I sat opposite a man who asked me which country had returned to Hong Kong – China or Japan. That was pretty funny. Then he began to spit my food, while he, completely unaware of my breakfast always the container of the fruit was placed in his inner churl. I think I now understand the convention of reporting on the mouth while talking and chewing at the same time, because we actually talked about life in London in general, and I praised London for racial integration, the act is an amazing leap of faith attempt to society, you are fully accepting all kinds of people. It was not like the British tried unsuccessfully, all things are for all people, using the Spanish with visitors from Spain, with the Germans and even German, Hindi with Indians, whether their native language Hindi, was not even with the absurd idea of promote international adoption of its language in order to participate fully in English so that their hands and proudly polyglot “practice” in their language. In fact, the attempt in London on the rich mosaic of ethnic knowledge and common understanding of a ubiquitous English accent used to find an example, and the foundation for a world stad.Ik celebrated the resurrection of Jesus at St. Andrew’s Church Street in Cambridge. The community members of the Baptist church were warm and charming, and I met some of them, including a visit (Halliday) linguistics scholar from Zhongshan University in Guangzhou, in fact, my little City University of Hong Kong visited in 2003. The service itself was more traditional and those who believe less in number than the “progressive” services on each of the charismatic, evangelical churches in HK, but that is what this part of the Body of Christ does is unique, it was also the message as short as a PowerPoint slide, and no less informative, spoke the word of power in my life to a question from John 21:22 – which is great for you trees, grass and old showed, universities, the Cambridge soon? . Sitting here, drinking half a pint of Woodforde’s Wherry, I had a relaxed, if not sad, days go so far, my only job around while take the green surroundings, like a sponge, camera in tow. are I’m back on the excellent beers, enjoy a pint DoomBar Sharp for my fish and chips: the drinking water is 18, but anyone whose face still traces of youthful glow is likely to get carded these days, “said the bartender myself. The youth drinking culture is much like the college drinking culture in Amerika.Mijn twisted stay in Cambridge, relaxed and incoherent it is, is in the process after this lunch. I’m not sure if it is something to see, to save the American cemetery, two miles away from an impossible to rest. I have a great time in this city, and I’m grateful for access to the living history – the people here have remarkable patience and tolerance, which many tourists strolling on the streets, peering – and photographing – in every nook and hole .13.4 .09 There are no garbage cans, but I have seen white on the streets of many races couples where the men are as a rule – the women, the ethnic group to a bright, usually a kind of Asian countries are, and saw some black and white dudes Indian dudes kuikens.Mensen here to keep doors at the entrance to the toilet. Sometimes it seems like they go out on a limb, only for the person who come before them, at which point I have to wait while she went to relieve them of such a random control nemen.Ik the British Museum this morning. The two hours I spent there, neither me nor issued any justice, because it really too much, poll enough interesting things to a whole day, I think. The abyss of artifacts from ancient times, based on sources as diverse as Korea and Mesopotamia, is a merit of the British Empire, would be without his release, most of these large carnivores are not available for our jurisdiction, better, I think these treasures open to all the largest supermarket in history as the human eye, and worse, in the hands of unscrupulous collectors in the garbage, mogelijk.Irene and I took in the ballet Giselle at the Royal Opera House in the afternoon. The building is a marvel, plush, and a proof of love for this city for the arts. The ballet itself was superior to the fulfillment of the first half of the second, where the lithe dancers showed their phenomenal agility, of all places, a cemetery covered with a blanket of smoke and darkness. I admit that their dance of the dead, in such a gloomy cemetery, did what I strike, vreemd.Twee nice ladies from Kent convinced me, her home town tomorrow, where they told me that the true and “working” The Leeds Castle mighty interesting home of Charles Darwin waited bezoek.Ik am a nurse a pint of Green King Ruddles and wondered about the variety of British ales and bearings, the British have a great deed for the world by creating an endless series of low-done alcohol session beers to enjoy at breakfast, lunch, tea and dinner and is evil: ensnare apart from this inexhaustible source of cheap beer my inner alcoholic, I feel put me on my first fifteen, almost ten years after the fact, I’ll go a little harder back in Hong Kong, and I want to propose anything malty af.Irene fuel that I need to stop at the National Art Gallery, since we were in the area, and it was created an hour service. The gallery is currently presenting a special exhibition of Picasso, has the non-ticket part of various seductive renderings, including David spying on Bathsheba – and parodies of other masterpieces – smart repeated in variations. The main gallery is home to two beautiful portraits by Joshua Reynolds, a favorite of mine happened, he lives a good friend of Samuel Johnson – I went through Boswells, where his namesake first met Johnson, on my way to the opera 14.4. 0.09 I prayed last night and went through my list, everyone on the elevator to the Lord. It felt good that God is alive now, and ever present in my life and the lives of my brothers and zussen.Ongetwijfeld, I felt very sad, as if a spirit in the world of the living, in a place where religious fanaticism, it seems, is a thing of the past, a minor, many are in dark corners of the old cathedrals, which are more expensive than the tourist destinations liberating hidden houses of prayer that day. In fact, I do not see who pray outside the Easter service I attended in Cambridge – for such an ecstatic moment for a large church, you think it would be just more than three dozen visits sharp ones. The people in the UK and Europe in general, it is my hope, but the lock word, descent into the silent cell of their hearts. Can the sudden break for dinner and in the cool morning and cool, quiet nights are included. There is still hope for a revival in this place, to rise to the belief of a beautiful sun every morning. God would like to save them so they deliver on that day, what wonder, think, that the zeker.Ik London, if any, their police state, like a vine in the shade has roots shot in every corner of daily life, from the reports in the terrorist underground, begging Londoners to report any suspicious things, every few dogs that walk through busy Euston. What makes this even more incredible is the fact that the United States, the indomitable arch-enemy of the young, rebellious order, do not be afraid to bombard their citizens, such scare tactics these days, especially with Obama in office, perhaps we have grown in recent years point to the questionable efficiency of the surrender of civil liberties to the state, have our bags checked everywhere – the London Eye, Hairspray and The Royal Opera House in London to check bags, while museums do not somehow that doesn ‘t add up for mij . Ik ‘m in a majestic book shop on New Street in Birmingham, and certainly confirm my suspicions, there are so many books about the death of Christianity in England, because books attempted murder Christianity everywhere. However, I think, a wonderful biography of John Wesley by Roy Hattersley and sub-devil of CS Lewis. I can pick up eerste.Lunch Sally was pleasant and cheerful. We ate at a restaurant in nearby French New Street – yes, Birmingham City of Culture! Sally and I tried their omelette, while her friend had the fish without chips. The conversation was light, levity was was so our memories of those fleeting moments of the first year in Hong Kong, it’s amazing how friendships can so suddenly taken with a smile. On their recommendation, I’m on my way to Warwick Castle – she also suggested that I visit Cadbury World, but they can not extra-time visitors is the tourist information office staff to me, to my great disappointment A! Visit to Warwick Castle is really made for a nice day. The castle, which is partly founded by William the Conqueror in 1068, a tacky tourist trap as a careful preservation of history, sometimes a crazy version of Ocean Park, while others recognize commitment to a beautiful, merciless English past. The castle is suitable for all visitors, and not surprisingly, all groups as what a giant trebuchet siege engine that threw for seventeen performances of a fireball in the sky high and far – fantastic! Taliban Beware! 15/04/2009 I’m on a jet plane leaving this evening, if I did not back in England. I will miss this quirky, lovable place, and I want Tom and Irene, who so generously welcomed me into their homes, fed me miss, and felt my use of their toilet and shower of course. I am for the many blessings of God on this reis.Op today’s route is a journey into the home of John Wesley, by visiting the Imperial War Museum followed grateful. Earlier today I grabbed a tube of Oilatum, maybe a week late, which I recommended Teri this persistent weakness of the dermal treatment of me – did I’m happy to report that my skin huilen.John Wesley home safe and sound stopped. Services are still in the chapel instead of every day, and the crypt, so far is from the basement for the dead is a bright, spacious museum, in which all things Wesley can be seen – I’ve never understood how much was a cult figure, he in England, at the height of the idol frenzy, ironically itself, it must have been as popular as the Beatles at their peak. The house itself is a multi-storey buildings with narrow, steep staircases and spacious rooms in an 18th Century was decorated mode.Ik hidden Samuel Johnson’s house in a maze of red brick addition to Fleet Street. In the house of the man who wrote the English dictionary, and its tireless love obscure words was the inspiration for my own lexical obsession, this is by far the highlight of my trip to England! The best was last bewaard.Er certainly a large number of portraits hang around the house like ornaments on a tree. Each parabola has its own story, carefully told about the cheat sheet in each room. Celebrities galore, including David Garrick and Sir Joshua Reynolds, who painted some of the finer pictures in the house. I have been a real affinity for Oliver Goldsmith, whose Boswell developed: “His person was short, roughly his face and vulgar, his attitude that a scholar awkwardly Gentleman easily persuaded, it seems, I can also use flattering description of me. no I’m sorry could stop trying to be the’m in the UK curry, I think the take CityU canteen will do to the dish. But I have the appropriate task of flirting with the cute Cathay Pacific have counter staff, to hear from you reviewed was nice in red, light powder on the cheeks, with real diamonds earrings, she said, her small, delicate face, under the command of a chic molten British accent their irresistible positive and exciting. Not only do they know me a place on the floor, but she had her head on my back peeled submissive, they need a professional in this nu.Zag I again pull double-duty as she was, collecting tickets before boarding. It is my search for curry, and the fog of love, where scarcely remembered a man made, I was looking for my words, like the guy, sloppy has too much punch, I’m just an amateur, unfortunately, an “Oliver Goldsmith” with the ladies -. have I not a game – YES Some final, consequential bits: sold due to the chavs, no longer Burberry fashion baseball caps, because the IRA are garbage no longer a commodity in the streets of London, and as a result, the streets and underground of the city is a dirty mess, and for other terrorists in far more arid areas, go through a western airport has the dullness of the superficial process that does not make me any safer, in my made invisible vijanden.Eindelijk I saw so many Indians work in Heathrow, I was just the place for Mumbai wrong have. Their presence has surprised me, because the proportion of the population will be certainly be less indicative than their share of Heathrow staff, with a mysterious setting preload. Regardless, it controls a fantastic job with superficial airport, and in general are absurdly funny and witty, if not for England tactloos.Dat

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Cool SEO images

Friday, March 11th, 2011

A few nice SEO images I found:

Dallas SEO/SEM Meetup – Linkbuilding Tips
SEO
Image by LevelTen_Colin
Licensed under a creative commons share-alike. Use freely but give attribution to LevelTen Interactive and link to www.leveltendesign.com

Please join us July 21st as we get back to our SEO roots with a presentation entitled "Proven Linkbuiding Secrets & Strategies for Better Search Engine Rank". Neil Lemons of www.leveltendesign.com will be sharing his thoughts with our group and chairing a panel discussion after the presentation. Neil is an Internet Marketing Specialist, (SEO/SEM), AdWords PPC Expert and Consultant in the Dallas area. Read Neil’s blog at www.leveltende...

Panel members will also include Colin Alsheimer, also of LevelTen and Jenna Ryan from www.themarketingshop.com.

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La Seo de Zaragoza
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Image by Rufino Lasaosa
Naves de la Seo del Salvador, Catedral de Zaragoza

La Catedrla del Salvador fue edificada a partir de la segunda mitad del siglo XII en estilo románico, en tiempos del Obispo Pedro Tarroja.

El nuevo templo de estilo gótico se comenzó a construir entre 1316 y 1319 con yeso y ladrillo.

En 1491, a iniciativa del Arzobispo D. Alonso de Aragón, se añadieron dos naves laterales. Casi sesenta años después, durante el pontificado de D. Hernando de Aragón, se añadieron dos tramos más a los pies, quedando la Catedral como se ve hoy.

Más información en www.cabildodezaragoza.org/

Dallas SEO/SEM Meetup – Linkbuilding Tips
SEO
Image by LevelTen_Colin
Licensed under a creative commons share-alike. Use freely but give attribution to LevelTen Interactive and link to www.leveltendesign.com

Please join us July 21st as we get back to our SEO roots with a presentation entitled "Proven Linkbuiding Secrets & Strategies for Better Search Engine Rank". Neil Lemons of www.leveltendesign.com will be sharing his thoughts with our group and chairing a panel discussion after the presentation. Neil is an Internet Marketing Specialist, (SEO/SEM), AdWords PPC Expert and Consultant in the Dallas area. Read Neil’s blog at www.leveltende...

Panel members will also include Colin Alsheimer, also of LevelTen and Jenna Ryan from www.themarketingshop.com.

Licensed under a creative commons share-alike. Use freely but give attribution to LevelTen Interactive and link to www.leveltendesign.com

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Cool Online Business images

Saturday, February 26th, 2011

A few nice online business images I found:

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Image by Mark & Andrea Busse
Various shots from F5 Expo online business strategy conference at the Vancouver Convention Centre on April 7, 2010.

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Image by Mark & Andrea Busse
Various shots from F5 Expo online business strategy conference at the Vancouver Convention Centre on April 7, 2010.

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Image by Mark & Andrea Busse
Various shots from F5 Expo online business strategy conference at the Vancouver Convention Centre on April 7, 2010.

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Cool Blogging For Money images

Monday, February 21st, 2011

Some cool blogging for money images:

Sharing music, Roman style
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Image by Ed Yourdon
These two kids were sitting by themselves, against an old wall near the entrance to Castel Sant’Angelo in Rome. From what I could tell, they were sharing iPod ear-buds, so they both listen to the same song…

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Note: this photo was published in a Jan 27, 2009 blog titled "Científicos europeos alertan sobre el uso de reproductores de MP3." It was also published in an Oct 25, 2009 QuoteSnack blog titled "Private action, however radical and satisfying, only becomes political when it is made known."

It was also published in a Mar 10, 2010 blog titled "The Link Wheel Exposed"( I have absolutely no idea what that means…) And a cropped version of the photo was published in what appears to be an undated (Apr 2010) home page of a Swedish website titled dnskola.se/uppdrag/forandra-med-fakta. More recently, the photo was published in a May 12, 2010 blog titled "SEO Sharing Session." And it was published in a May 17, 2010 blog titled "WHY THE MUSIC INDUSTRY WILL LOSE IN ITS FIGHT AGAINST CONTENT SHARING." It was also published in a May 31, 2010 German blog titled "studiVZ plant Musik-Tauschbörse." And it was published in a Jun 23, 2010 blog titled "Sharing modes." It was also published in a Jul 10, 2010 blog titled "Can An Ordinary Joe Make Money On CB?" And it was published in an Aug 14, 2010 Learn 2 Earn Online blog, with the same title as the caption that I used on this Flickr page. It was also published in the Aug 23, Aug 27, Sep 5, Sep 7, and Sep 8, 2010 issues of Profit Quickies 4 Newbies blog, with the same title as the caption that I used on this Flickr page. It was also published in a Sep 15, 2010 Spanish blog titled "TODO LO QUE COMPARTES, AUNQUE TE QUEDE A LA MITAD, TE SABE EL DOBLE DE BUENO. " And it was published in an Oct 7, 2010 blog titled "Why are You not Being Able to Earn Money Online." It was also published in a Nov 26, 2010 blog titled "http://www.marsdd.com/blog/2010/11/26/pushlife-rocks-it-launch-of-listen-in/." And it was published in a Dec 28, 2010 blog titled "Nutzen staff besitzen."

Moving into 2011, the photo was published in a Jan 3, 2011 blog titled "Day 3 — 31 Days of Social Media {Share}." And it was published in a Jan 5, 2011 blog titled "Nice Music 2010 photos." It was also published in a Jan 17, 2011 blog titled "How Can I make Money Online and Build a Business?", as well as a Jan 17, 2011 blog titled "Where to Hear Hungarian Music for Free." And it was published in a Jan 19, 2011 blog titled "À lire et à faire lire : Biens Communs – La Prospérité par le Partage." It was also published in a Jan 23, 2011 blog titled "Read Up On The Latest Wireless Technologies as well as a Jan 24, 2011 blog titled "How Important Are Search Engines To Your Website?"It was also published in a Jan 26, 2011 blog titled "How Online Kids Clothes Can Be Quick And Easy." And, as of early Feb 2011, it appears on the home page of a consulting firm called Artefact.

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These photos were all taken on Saturday, Dec 6th, after finishing a computer conference in Rome. I spent the morning wandering around the Coliseum and surrounding neighborhood, and then the late afternoon over by the Castel Sant’Angelo, and St. Peters. The swarm of starlings appeared over the river, just before dark, on the way back past the Ponte Sant’Angelo…

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Cool Franchise Business images

Sunday, February 6th, 2011

Some cool franchise business images:

2010 Taco Time-RonSombilonGallery (195)
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Image by Ron Sombilon Gallery
ANNUAL CONVENTION 2010 – Taco Time

photos by Ron Sombilon Gallery

www.TacoTimeCanada.com
www.RonSombilonGallery.com

FRANCHISE OPPORTUNITIES

With plans to expand all across Canada, there are plenty of opportunities for hard-working and driven business people to enjoy the security and support provided by TacoTime®.

Our mission is to make money with our franchisees rather than off our franchisees. Maybe that’s why the average tenure of a TacoTime® franchisee is more than 15 years.

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franchise business
Image by Ron Sombilon Gallery
ANNUAL CONVENTION 2010 – Taco Time

photos by Ron Sombilon Gallery

www.TacoTimeCanada.com
www.RonSombilonGallery.com

FRANCHISE OPPORTUNITIES

With plans to expand all across Canada, there are plenty of opportunities for hard-working and driven business people to enjoy the security and support provided by TacoTime®.

Our mission is to make money with our franchisees rather than off our franchisees. Maybe that’s why the average tenure of a TacoTime® franchisee is more than 15 years.

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Cool Work From Home images

Saturday, February 5th, 2011

Check out these work from home images:

The Way Home From Work: Redruth Day 165
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Image by Ross Tucknott
The start of a new project! I’m aiming to take the same photo on the way home from work every day as I drive past Redruth. Learn more on Ross Tucknott’s blog.

Home office from hell
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Image by pollas
I’m trying to get some work done from home, these days. The plan was to work a day or two a week in a homely atmosphere to cut down on stress and get some home stuff done while working.

Sometimes, someone else posts a picture from their clean home office. This is not one of them. This is a mess. I’m posting it so that someday when I grow up, I can compare… Where did that maid go…?

The only way to work from home

Image by deryckh
Chimes in the background, water splashing on the shore. Why doesn’t everyone work like this?

Posted by Second Life Resident Anders Falworth. Visit Q.

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Cool Video Blogging images

Sunday, January 9th, 2011

Check out these Video Blogging images:

Social Media: Video Blogging

Image by campuspartymexico
ada vez es más facil hacer una transmisión de video por internet; ésto junto con el desarrollo de las cámaras digitales que se vuelven cada vez más sofisticadas y accesibles

video blogging

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Cool Business Motivation images

Saturday, January 1st, 2011

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An iPod and a Frothy Pint
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Image by Wootang01
9.4.09
The flight arrived on time; and the twelve hours while on board passed quickly and without incident. To be sure, the quality of the Cathay Pacific service was exemplary once again.

Heathrow reminds me of Newark International. The décor comes straight out of the sterile 80′s and is less an eyesore than an insipid background to the rhythm of human activity, such hustle and bustle, at the fore. There certainly are faces from all races present, creating a rich mosaic of humanity which is refreshing if not completely revitalizing after swimming for so long in a sea of Chinese faces in Hong Kong.

Internet access is sealed in England, it seems. Nothing is free; everything is egregiously monetized from the wireless hotspots down to the desktop terminals. I guess Hong Kong has spoiled me with its abundant, free access to the information superhighway.

11.4.09
Despite staying in a room with five other backpackers, I have been sleeping well. The mattress and pillow are firm; my earplugs keep the noise out; and the sleeping quarters are as dark as a cave when the lights are out, and only as bright as, perhaps, a dreary rainy day when on. All in all, St. Paul’s is a excellent place to stay for the gregarious, adventurous, and penurious city explorer – couchsurfing may be a tenable alternative; I’ll test for next time.

Yesterday Connie and I gorged ourselves at the borough market where there were all sorts of delectable, savory victuals. There was definitely a European flavor to the food fair: simmering sausages were to be found everywhere; and much as the meat was plentiful, and genuine, so were the dairy delicacies, in the form of myriad rounds of cheese, stacked high behind checkered tabletops. Of course, we washed these tasty morsels down with copious amounts of alcohol that flowed from cups as though amber waterfalls. For the first time I tried mulled wine, which tasted like warm, rancid fruit punch – the ideal tonic for a drizzling London day, I suppose. We later killed the afternoon at the pub, shooting the breeze while imbibing several diminutive half-pints in the process. Getting smashed at four in the afternoon doesn’t seem like such a bad thing anymore, especially when you are having fun in the company of friends; I can more appreciate why the English do it so much!

Earlier in the day, we visited the Tate Modern. Its turbine room lived up to its prominent billing what with a giant spider, complete with bulbous egg sac, anchoring the retrospective exhibit. The permanent galleries, too, were a delight upon which to feast one’s eyes. Picasso, Warhol and Pollock ruled the chambers of the upper floors with the products of their lithe wrists; and I ended up becoming a huge fan of cubism, while developing a disdain for abstract art and its vacuous images, which, I feel, are devoid of both motivation and emotion.

My first trip yesterday morning was to Emirates Stadium, home of the Arsenal Gunners. It towers imperiously over the surrounding neighborhood; yet for all its majesty, the place sure was quiet! Business did pick up later, however, once the armory shop opened, and dozens of fans descended on it like bees to a hive. I, too, swooped in on a gift-buying mission, and wound up purchasing a book for Godfrey, a scarf for a student, and a jersey – on sale, of course – for good measure.

I’m sitting in the Westminster Abbey Museum now, resting my weary legs and burdened back. So far, I’ve been verily impressed with what I’ve seen, such a confluence of splendor and history before me that it would require days to absorb it all, when regretfully I can spare only a few hours. My favorite part of the abbey is the poets corner where no less a literary luminary than Samuel Johnson rests in peace – his bust confirms his homely presence, which was so vividly captured in his biography.

For lunch I had a steak and ale pie, served with mash, taken alongside a Guinness, extra cold – 2 degrees centigrade colder, the bartender explained. It went down well, like all the other delicious meals I’ve had in England; and no doubt by now I have grown accustomed to inebriation at half past two. Besides, Liverpool were playing inspired football against Blackburn; and my lunch was complete.

Having had my fill of football, I decided to skip my ticket scalping endeavor at Stamford Bridge and instead wandered over to the British Museum to inspect their extensive collections. Along the way, my eye caught a theater, its doors wide open and admitting customers. With much rapidity, I subsequently checked the show times, saw that a performance was set to begin, and at last rushed to the box office to purchase a discounted ticket – if you call a 40 pound ticket a deal, that is. That’s how I grabbed a seat to watch Hairspray in the West End.

The show was worth forty pounds. The music was addictive; and the stage design and effects were not so much kitschy as delightfully stimulating – the pulsating background lights were at once scintillating and penetrating. The actors as well were vivacious, oozing charisma while they danced and delivered lines dripping in humor. Hairspray is a quality production and most definitely recommended.

12.4.09
At breakfast I sat across from a man who asked me to which country Hong Kong had been returned – China or Japan. That was pretty funny. Then he started spitting on my food as he spoke, completely oblivious to my breakfast becoming the receptacle in which the fruit of his inner churl was being placed. I guess I understand the convention nowadays of covering one’s mouth whilst speaking and masticating at the same time!

We actually conversed on London life in general, and I praised London for its racial integration, the act of which is a prodigious leap of faith for any society, trying to be inclusive, accepting all sorts of people. It wasn’t as though the Brits were trying in vain to be all things to all men, using Spanish with the visitors from Spain, German with the Germans and, even, Hindi with the Indians, regardless of whether or not Hindi was their native language; not even considering the absurd idea of encouraging the international adoption of their language; thereby completely keeping English in English hands and allowing its proud polyglots to "practice" their languages. Indeed, the attempt of the Londoners to avail themselves of the rich mosaic of ethnic knowledge, and to seek a common understanding with a ubiquitous English accent is an exemplar, and the bedrock for any world city.

I celebrated Jesus’ resurrection at the St. Andrew’s Street Church in Cambridge. The parishioners of this Baptist church were warm and affable, and I met several of them, including one visiting (Halliday) linguistics scholar from Zhongshan university in Guangzhou, who in fact had visited my tiny City University of Hong Kong in 2003. The service itself was more traditional and the believers fewer in number than the "progressive" services at any of the charismatic, evangelical churches in HK; yet that’s what makes this part of the body of Christ unique; besides, the message was as brief as a powerpoint slide, and informative no less; the power word which spoke into my life being a question from John 21:22 – what is that to you?

Big trees; exquisite lawns; and old, pointy colleges; that’s Cambridge in a nutshell. Sitting here, sipping on a half-pint of Woodforde’s Wherry, I’ve had a leisurely, if not languorous, day so far; my sole duty consisting of walking around while absorbing the verdant environment as though a sponge, camera in tow.

I am back at the sublime beer, savoring a pint of Sharp’s DoomBar before my fish and chips arrive; the drinking age is 18, but anyone whose visage even hints of youthful brilliance is likely to get carded these days, the bartender told me. The youth drinking culture here is almost as twisted as the university drinking culture in America.

My stay in Cambridge, relaxing and desultory as it may be, is about to end after this late lunch. I an not sure if there is anything left to see, save for the American graveyard which rests an impossible two miles away. I have had a wonderful time in this town; and am thankful for the access into its living history – the residents here must demonstrate remarkable patience and tolerance what with so many tourists ambling on the streets, peering – and photographing – into every nook and cranny.

13.4.09
There are no rubbish bins, yet I’ve seen on the streets many mixed race couples in which the men tend to be white – the women also belonging to a light colored ethnicity, usually some sort of Asian; as well saw some black dudes and Indian dudes with white chicks.

People here hold doors, even at the entrance to the toilet. Sometimes it appears as though they are going out on a limb, just waiting for the one who will take the responsibility for the door from them, at which point I rush out to relieve them of such a fortuitous burden.

I visited the British Museum this morning. The two hours I spent there did neither myself nor the exhibits any justice because there really is too much to survey, enough captivating stuff to last an entire day, I think. The bottomless well of artifacts from antiquity, drawing from sources as diverse as Korea, and Mesopotamia, is a credit to the British empire, without whose looting most of this amazing booty would be unavailable for our purview; better, I think, for these priceless treasures to be open to all in the grandest supermarket of history than away from human eyes, and worst yet, in the hands of unscrupulous collectors or in the rubbish bin, possibly.

Irene and I took in the ballet Giselle at The Royal Opera House in the afternoon. The building is a plush marvel, and a testament to this city’s love for the arts. The ballet itself was satisfying, the first half being superior to the second, in which the nimble dancers demonstrated their phenomenal dexterity in, of all places, a graveyard covered in a cloak of smoke and darkness. I admit, their dance of the dead, in such a gloomy necropolis, did strike me as, strange.

Two amicable ladies from Kent convinced me to visit their hometown tomorrow, where, they told me, the authentic, "working" Leeds Castle and the mighty interesting home of Charles Darwin await.

I’m nursing a pint of Green King Ruddles and wondering about the profusion of British ales and lagers; the British have done a great deed for the world by creating an interminable line of low-alcohol session beers that can be enjoyed at breakfast, lunch, tea and dinner; and their disservice is this: besides this inexhaustible supply of cheap beer ensnaring my inner alcoholic, I feel myself putting on my freshman fifteen, almost ten years after the fact; I am going to have to run a bit harder back in Hong Kong if I want to burn all this malty fuel off.

Irene suggested I stop by the National Art Gallery since we were in the area; and it was an hour well spent. The gallery currently presents a special exhibit on Picasso, the non-ticketed section of which features several seductive renderings, including David spying on Bathsheba – repeated in clever variants – and parodies of other masters’ works. Furthermore, the main gallery houses two fabulous portraits by Joshua Reynolds, who happens to be favorite of mine, he in life being a close friend of Samuel Johnson – I passed by Boswells, where its namesake first met Johnson, on my way to the opera house.

14.4.09
I prayed last night, and went through my list, lifting everyone on it up to the Lord. That felt good; that God is alive now, and ever present in my life and in the lives of my brothers and sisters.

Doubtless, then, I have felt quite wistful, as though a specter in the land of the living, being in a place where religious fervor, it seems, is a thing of the past, a trifling for many, to be hidden away in the opaque corners of centuries-old cathedrals that are more expensive tourist destinations than liberating homes of worship these days. Indeed, I have yet to see anyone pray, outside of the Easter service which I attended in Cambridge – for such an ecstatic moment in verily a grand church, would you believe that it was only attended by at most three dozen spirited ones. The people of England, and Europe in general, have, it is my hope, only locked away the Word, relegating it to the quiet vault of their hearts. May it be taken out in the sudden pause before mealtimes and in the still crisp mornings and cool, silent nights. There is still hope for a revival in this place, for faith to rise like that splendid sun every morning. God would love to rescue them, to deliver them in this day, it is certain.

I wonder what Londoners think, if anything at all, about their police state which, like a vine in the shadows, has taken root in all corners of daily life, from the terrorist notifications in the underground, which implore Londoners to report all things suspicious, to the pair of dogs which eagerly stroll through Euston. What makes this all the more incredible is the fact that even the United States, the indomitable nemesis of the fledgling, rebel order, doesn’t dare bombard its citizens with such fear mongering these days, especially with Obama in office; maybe we’ve grown wise in these past few years to the dubious returns of surrendering civil liberties to the state, of having our bags checked everywhere – London Eye; Hairspray; and The Royal Opera House check bags in London while the museums do not; somehow, that doesn’t add up for me.

I’m in a majestic bookshop on New Street in Birmingham, and certainly to confirm my suspicions, there are just as many books on the death of Christianity in Britain as there are books which attempt to murder Christianity everywhere. I did find, however, a nice biography on John Wesley by Roy Hattersley and The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis. I may pick up the former.

Lunch with Sally was pleasant and mirthful. We dined at a French restaurant nearby New Street – yes, Birmingham is a cultural capitol! Sally and I both tried their omelette, while her boyfriend had the fish, without chips. Conversation was light, the levity was there and so was our reminiscing about those fleeting moments during our first year in Hong Kong; it is amazing how friendships can resume so suddenly with a smile. On their recommendation, I am on my way to Warwick Castle – they also suggested that I visit Cadbury World, but they cannot take on additional visitors at the moment, the tourist office staff informed me, much to my disappointment!

Visiting Warwick Castle really made for a great day out. The castle, parts of which were established by William the Conquerer in 1068, is as much a kitschy tourist trap as a meticulous preservation of history, at times a sillier version of Ocean Park while at others a dignified dedication to a most glorious, inexorably English past. The castle caters to all visitors; and not surprisingly, that which delighted all audiences was a giant trebuchet siege engine, which for the five p.m. performance hurled a fireball high and far into the air – fantastic! Taliban beware!

15.4.09
I’m leaving on a jet plane this evening; don’t know when I’ll be back in England again. I’ll miss this quirky, yet endearing place; and that I shall miss Irene and Tom who so generously welcomed me into their home, fed me, and suffered my use of their toilet and shower goes without saying. I’m grateful for God’s many blessings on this trip.

On the itinerary today is a trip to John Wesley’s home, followed by a visit to the Imperial War Museum. Already this morning I picked up a tube of Oilatum, a week late perhaps, which Teri recommended I use to treat this obstinate, dermal weakness of mine – I’m happy to report that my skin has stopped crying.

John Wesley’s home is alive and well. Services are still held in the chapel everyday; and its crypt, so far from being a cellar for the dead, is a bright, spacious museum in which all things Wesley are on display – I never realized how much of an iconic figure he became in England; at the height of this idol frenzy, ironic in itself, he must have been as popular as the Beatles were at their apex. The house itself is a multi-story edifice with narrow, precipitous staircases and spacious rooms decorated in an 18th century fashion.

I found Samuel Johnson’s house within a maze of red brick hidden alongside Fleet Street. To be in the home of the man who wrote the English dictionary, and whose indefatigable love for obscure words became the inspiration for my own lexical obsession, this, by far, is the climax of my visit to England! The best certainly has been saved for last.

There are a multitude of portraits hanging around the house like ornaments on a tree. Every likeness has its own story, meticulously retold on the crib sheets in each room. Celebrities abound, including David Garrick and Sir Joshua Reynolds, who painted several of the finer images in the house. I have developed a particular affinity for Oliver Goldsmith, of whom Boswell writes, "His person was short, his countenance coarse and vulgar, his deportment that of a scholar awkwardly affecting the easy gentleman. It appears as though I, too, could use a more flattering description of myself!

I regretfully couldn’t stop to try the curry in England; I guess the CityU canteen’s take on the dish will have to do. I did, however, have the opportune task of flirting with the cute Cathay Pacific counter staff who checked me in. She was gorgeous in red, light powder on her cheeks, with real diamond earrings, she said; and her small, delicate face, commanded by a posh British accent rendered her positively irresistible, electrifying. Not only did she grant me an aisle seat but she had the gumption to return my fawning with zest; she must be a pro at this by now.

I saw her again as she was pulling double-duty, collecting tickets prior to boarding. She remembered my quest for curry; and in the fog of infatuation, where nary a man has been made, I fumbled my words like the sloppy kid who has had too much punch. I am just an amateur, alas, an "Oliver Goldsmith" with the ladies – I got no game – booyah!

Some final, consequential bits: because of the chavs, Burberry no longer sells those fashionable baseball caps; because of the IRA, rubbish bins are no longer a commodity on the streets of London, and as a result, the streets and the Underground of the city are a soiled mess; and because of other terrorists from distant, more arid lands, going through a Western airport has taken on the tedium of perfunctory procedure that doesn’t make me feel any safer from my invisible enemies.

At last, I saw so many Indians working at Heathrow that I could have easily mistaken the place for Mumbai. Their presence surprised me because their portion of the general population surely must be less than their portion of Heathrow staff, indicating some mysterious hiring bias. Regardless, they do a superb job with cursory airport checks, and in general are absurdly funny and witty when not tactless.

That’s all for England!

Chicken, Ham and Leek Pie, with Mash
business motivation
Image by Wootang01
9.4.09
The flight arrived on time; and the twelve hours while on board passed quickly and without incident. To be sure, the quality of the Cathay Pacific service was exemplary once again.