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Spoilage And Deterioration Of Table Olives

Spoilage And Deterioration

Table olives should be nutritious, tasty and safe to eat. The growth of micro-organisms (like bacteria and yeasts) and oxidation, can cause spoilage in table olives.

Micro-organisms are usually introduced during processing under poor hygienic conditions. If the levels of micro-organisms get controlled early in the processing, the risk of spoilage can be avoided.

Oxygen levels, temperature and moisture are factors of influencing the growth of micro-organisms. Temperatures during processing should be maintained at 15C – 25C. Lower temperatures slow down fermentation and prolong the processing time.

Salt dried and sun dried olives processed correctly, result in minimal microbial spoilage, due to low water content of the olives. When the levels of contaminating micro-organisms are high, the risk of spoilage is high also.

Spoilage And Deterioration

On the surface of the fermentation brines, oxidative moulds are growing, which are releasing metabolites that contaminate the olives.

The use of fresh herbs and spices also contaminate the olives. Moulds, yeasts and bacteria, over-riped and long time stored olives before processing, result in soft and defected olives. Although micro-organisms are the cause of the softening of the olives, it can be reduced by controlling the pH levels of the fermentation and packing brines. High levels of pH cause deterioration, low levels avoid it.

Greek researchers proposed that hygiene and good quality water, are of high importance in preventing spoilage.

When micro-organisms appear in the beginning of the fermentation, they are controlling the effectiveness of the whole process.

Spoilage of the olives also include:

Blistered skin (blisters between skin and flesh) that can be formed from lye solutions. The right lye concentration prevent blistering.

Darkening, when they stand in air during or after processing. This is an advantage for black olives, unlikely for the green olives reduces their visual beauty.

White spots. The micro-organisms and yeasts are forming residences under the skin and are visible on green olives after the processing. These spots are owed to low sugar levels in the brine. The problem can be reduced with the addition of fermentable sugar in the brine.

Gas pockets. They are blisters in the flesh, filled with gas in both green and black olives. This problem can not be corrected, and preventive measures should be taken. All the ingredients used for processing should be of high quality and the correct concentrations and starter cultures should be used.

Galazoma. It is a characteristic that turns the black olives into dark blue when exposed to air. Also the olives get an unpleasnt odor. Their quality of the olives is reduced along with their commercial value. The process in the right brine solutions, eliminate the development of galazoma.

Skin marks are formed when rough handling of the olives occurs from harvesting to processing time.

Processing and packaging under the right conditions are the keys to minimize the levels of spoilage. Poor handling and control in the beginning of processing of the table olives, can result in food poisoning if the olives are consumed.

Monitoring and controlling the processing can prevent problems and leads in the production of a high quality olive.

Spoilage And Deterioration

About The Author
Mary Dimitropoulos was born and raised in Sparta, located in the Southern part of Greece, the Peloponnese Peninsula. It is known for its olive orchards and olive oil production. I come from a family of olive oil producers.
I inherited my love and passion for olive oil from my family. It is hereditary. Since I was a kid I remember the many conversations around the family kitchen table, about the olive oil’s uses as a basic ingredient for healthy meals, as well as a remedy for many ailments. Olive oil is an elite, mystical, magical, medicinal potion, a gift from the Mediterranean.
“An olive orchard is a gold mine on the surface of the earth.”
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Benefits Of Olive Oil

Benefits Of Olive Oil

Real, fresh extra virgin olive oil, for thousands of years has been a necessity around the Mediterranean region, not only as food, but also as medicine and beauty aid. Hippocrates the father of medicine in ancient Greece, was using it as an ailment for many diseases. Today researchers continue to discover and confirm the many healing properties of the real extra virgin olive oil.

Olive oil is containing many compounds which are very beneficial for the human body. Its triglycerides content is made of fatty acids, that are very important to the body.

Extra virgin olive oil is the most digestible from all the edible fats. It contains important fatty acids that the human body can not produce by itself. It helps many body organs function, prevents diseases, slows down the aging process and has a very positive effect on diabetes and cholesterol.

Benefits Of Olive Oil

The ancient Greeks were consuming a couple tablespoons of extra virgin olive oil daily for better funtion of the digestive system and to prevent stomach ulcers. Today this is recommended also for preventing or passing gull-bladder stones.

The human body absorbs the antioxidants of olive oil, the vitamin E and the poly-phenols. It helps the digestion of other fats and stimulates the pancreatic enzyme that breaks down the fat molecules in the digestive system, converting triglyceride substrates -which are found in other consumed oils- to monoglycerides and free fatty acids.

Extra virgin olive oil is resistant to oxidation more than other vegetable oils and research today points out the anti-cancerous compounds, contained in it.

Around the Mediterranean, where the Mediterranean diet is used and olive oil is the primary source of fat, the populations live healthier and better lives.

Processing olive oil chemically, takes away ingredients that are very important. Refind olive oil does not contain the abundance of antioxidants and poly-phenols which are very essential to health.

Olive oil is the super food that should become the biggest food phenomenon and shine in the food industry. It should become like wine. Wine was given to the Greeks from god Dionysous and olive oil from goddess Athena.

Pick the best extra virgin olive oil and use it in your daily diet, for better health! Don’t let unscrupulous producers, scare you away from a delicious and super healthy food. Finding a quality olive oil is not that difficult. By now you should know how and where. Cheers and enjoy!

Benefits Of Olive Oil

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Mary Dimitropoulos was born and raised in Sparta, located in the Southern part of Greece, the Peloponnese Peninsula. It is known for its olive orchards and olive oil production. I come from a family of olive oil producers.
I inherited my love and passion for olive oil from my family. It is hereditary. Since I was a kid I remember the many conversations around the family kitchen table, about the olive oil’s uses as a basic ingredient for healthy meals, as well as a remedy for many ailments. Olive oil is an elite, mystical, magical, medicinal potion, a gift from the Mediterranean.
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‘Til death do us part.’ Maybe. The strange menage of JoAnn Nichols and herexacting husband James.

by Dr. Jeffrey Lant.

Author’s program note. Being that I am a well-known commentator of many years standing, folks are constantly bringing “must” story ideas to my attention. But just how this tale came about is, in my experience at least, unique, as you will see for yourself in the next few minutes.

It started with a good sized box delivered to me by one of the nameless couriers who frequent my neighborhood and buzz me from the lobby. “Package for you, Dr. Lant. No signature necessary,” and then with a “have a good day” on their lips, they’re already on their swift way.

I descended to the lobby via our ancient elevator, and there found the box with my name on it, no return address. I noticed that right away. My informants, after all, commonly wish to go unknown. I dragged the box onto the elevator, as completely uninterested in its contents as it is possible to be. But I was soon to change my mind…

The contents.

I am a stickler for order and efficiency. I was pleased that whoever sent to me was the same, although I didn’t know this until I had taken everything out and spread it all on the floor of my celebrated Red Drawing Room. It was only then that I noticed the envelope marked “Contents of this box.” This envelope was hand addressed in handwriting that was reasonable for our illegible times.

Item: Key ring of my late wife JoAnn Nichols with JN initials, house keys, car keys, etc.

Item: Our wedding license and her wedding ring.

Item: A menu dated December 20, 1985 from the Ground Round Grill and Bar in Poughkeepsie, New York.

Item: A recording of “White Christmas” by Bing Crosby on a seasonably white colored vinyl record.

Item: a letter from me, James Nichols, the man accused of murdering his wife and interring her remains behind a false wall in our house, to you Dr. Jeffrey Lant, the man I have selected to hear my story and, perhaps, to tell it. That’ll be up to you.


And then I remembered the case first reported by the Associated Press and Mr. Nichols had my fullest attention, for the case was sensational, gruesome, grisly and utterly and completely fascinating.

The Last Letter of James Nichols.

By the time you receive this, Dr. Lant, I will be beyond man and man’s justice. Just where I’ll be I cannot say; no man can. But the general run of the world will be certain I am burning in Hell on Satan’s exquisite rotisserie. Perhaps. But, perhaps not. At the critical moment in my life when I murdered my wife, I bet that there is no God, no final judgement, no retribution of any kind; just man’s puny version of deity, cosmos and the eternal.

Anyway, let me start my rendition of events by telling you honestly, I murdered JoAnn after sitting across from her at dinner at the Ground Round in 1985; I have included the dated menu from that night to establish the date beyond cavil. I seem to recall my well-done steak was particularly tasty that evening, though perhaps the savor derived from what I already knew I would do upon returning home and knew that unless I got away with it, this might be my last steak. That made me sad and thoughtful. Murdering my wife did not.

Never worthy of me.

As I contemplated my options vis a vis JoAnn, my eye fell upon the jewelry she was wearing on her sweater. It was a Santa Claus broach, the kind you get at Woolworth’s for $1.59 plus tax. It was cute, of course, entirely appropriate for the first- grade teacher she had been for 22 years; gimcrack, cheap, vulgar; not worthy of the wife of James Nichols, for I am fastidious to a degree, sophisticated, cosmopolitan, a connoisseur. What’s more, I don’t just say this; I can prove it.

I always knew from my earliest days that I was destined for greatness. My mother, a true and thorough lady, told me so. She would take her hands and place my head between them, her eyes looking into mine and say, “James, be worthy of yourself… James, be worthy of me”. Then she would squeeze, hard, to remind me. One day when she did that, I saw, really saw the jewelry at her throat. It was a Maltese cross in what I later learned to call brilliants, 15th century Venetian, studded with rubies. Breathtaking.

It is in the box in front of you now… to live life at the demanding standard of this necklace and my mother who wore it with hauteur, elegance and an unmistakable air of majesty became my firm and constant objective. JoAnn was just a convenience, to be used for what women can be used for and nothing else. And when my dear mother died and I inherited the Maltese cross and stunning rubies, I didn’t even show JoAnn, much less let her wear it. Herein lay the problem.

For you see, I decided to collect more jewels, even a king’s ransom in them… and over time I did. Where did the money come from? For openers, there was JoAnn’s paycheck, meager but useful. And my own ingenuity. Renowned Vassar College was in the neighborhood, and I robbed the young ladies of their pin money and baubles, which I traded up and sold, thereby raising funds to get pieces which became over time luminescent, magnificent, splendid.

I visited my trove often and thrilled as I ran my fingers over some of the Duchess of Windsor’s famous canary diamonds; a magnificent ivory pendant containing a miniature of Marie Antoinette’s sister Marie Christine, and that gem of gems, a diamond and emerald necklace fashioned in St. Petersburg by Faberge’, a gift of Grand Duke Sergei to his wife the Grand Duchess Elizabeth, sister of the last Tsaritsa. All three were killed by revolutionaries, so that I might have it. You, Dr. Lant, with your great knowledge of such matters might imagine how ecstatic and proud I was to acquire this, to acquire everything.

But just acquiring was never my objective. I wanted to see them worn, by a woman who was to the manner born. For this JoAnn had to be taken care of and not by divorce either, for that involved lawyers, expense and the stringent laws of New York. What’s more JoAnn had begun to hint about just how much she knew about my secret life and a trove now worth over $5,000,000. To keep it all intact and forfeit the delights of legal entanglements, JoAnn needed to be permanently removed, neatly, cleanly, surgically, finally, immediately.

It was in the event ridiculously easy to snuff the remaining life in JoAnn’s tired, worn out body. She bent down to turn on the phonograph. Her favorite Christmas song began to play. It was “White Christmas”, and she went to her maker with Der Bingle’s sweet seasonal melodies in the air. Just one blow to the back of her head sufficed. I had been practising, and what I do, I do well. There was hardly any blood at all.

La pie’ce de re’sistance.

Killing someone is child’s play. Getting rid of the body is not. That’s why I’m so proud of my solution to this insistent little problem. I simply buried her intact in a container in a dry basement, behind a false wall and piles of hoarded items, which had hardly any smell whatsoever. Yes, that was a pleasant surprise!

Then I sat down to type the most important letter of my life (until this one), the one I handed to police December 21, 1985. It wasn’t a suicide note; rather a brief letter in which she admitted to “a degree of depression” and the need to go off by herself and get some peace; not least because she was dwelling on the death of our only child, a son, years ago.

Like everything else I touched this masterpiece worked too.

Of course the police “knew” I was guilty. I knew it, too. However they couldn’t prove a thing and couldn’t even get a warrant because the judge said there was insufficient evidence to convict. And so I found out how easy it was to get away with murder, lowering my already deep disdain and contempt for police, judges, courts and every other authority. But you, sir, are not very interested in hearing all this. You, I know, want to know what happened to the trove, the king’s ransom that is my life’s work.

The key.

I could have given it to charity, to wash away some small part of my sins, except that I never thought I’d sinned; quite the reverse, not to mention that I’d been burdened with JoAnn’s putrefying remains and the occasional, always annoying police visit, hoping to trip me up — me!

I found my solution in the astonishingly beautiful article you wrote on your elegant Red Drawing Room. I knew I had found a kindred spirit who would take the necessary pains to protect and enjoy what it has taken me a lifetime to acquire.

Thus in the packing box, beneath a false bottom (I must have my little joke) you will find a key and thorough details on where the trove resides and how to access it so you can bring it back to Cambridge, for yourself.

You will think of course, dear Dr. Lant, of calling the Poughkeepsie Police and Dutchess County authorities, turning this letter and everything else over to them, thereby becoming eligible for the derisory reward they are offering; then writing the story in your elegant, inimitable way.

Think again.

Take my mother’s magnificent jewel-encrusted Maltese cross in hand. Stroke it. See it amongst all your magnificent treasures, substantially augmented by my great gift to you. I think we both know what you’ll do, sir, don’t we?


James Nichols died last December of natural causes, aged 82. He had no heirs. A contractor in Poughkeepsie was clearing out hoarded items and debris from Nichols’ home, when he came across the body of a woman in a sealed container behind a false wall in the basement. She was still wearing a Santa Clause broach in perfect condition. “And may all your Christmases be white…”

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Delicious new developments in the riveting matter of ‘Dr’ Bogus Berlowicz asfinger pointing escalates at the abashed American Academy of Arts and Sciences.And don’t we love it?

Author’s program note. Funny how memory works. I hadn’t thought of this incident for years… it concerned one of my grandfather’s construction projects. He had to eject a nest of rats and so took the simple expedient of using a dollop of gasoline and a match. Those rats moved alright, with record speed. But on its way out, one threw back its head and bit the vermin behind, a good, deep gouge.

I like to think Rat #1 was repaying Rat #2 for any number of irritants and exasperations. And that’s what’s happening right now at the American Academy of Arts and Sciences, whose august members, trustees and staff are engaged in an epic rendition of academia’s most cherished activity… the art of finger pointing, a recherche’ skill refined over a lifetime and kept for just such a moment as this.

The objective is plain, to prove beyond any doubt whatsoever that you are righter than right, as usual, and that anyone who disagrees is next door to a certified moron, never mind 18 books and a Nobel Prize. And on this basis, the infants terribles destroy the harmony and quiet disdain that ordinarily defines their sand box.

This is why the late William F. Buckley, Jr. (1925-2008), renowned for his puckish commentary once famously said “I’d rather entrust the government of the United States to the first 400 people listed in the Boston telephone directory than to the faculty of Harvard University.”

What is happening these fascinating days at the American Academy proves his trenchant point… that is why I cannot get enough of this scandal for it shows the best at their worst.

The facts.

In early June, 2013 The Boston Globe broke the story that the 45th president of the American Academy of Arts and Sciences, Leslie Berlowicz, who wore her doctoral title like a papal tiara, did not have the earned doctorate in English she claimed New York University had conferred; rather that she had bestowed it on herself which even the most fastidious must admit is faster than the tedious business of working for it. And as Leslie was a girl in a rush, she made the perfectly rational decision that so much tiring effort was for the little people, not titans of moving and shaking like her. No other course of action made any sense at all.

Thus she applied to be President of the Academy (1996) the revered institution founded in 1780 by three heroes of the American Revolution, John Adams, John Hancock and James Bowdoin, their goal the constant betterment and improvement of the Great Republic.

Her lies were equal to the task at hand, for they secured her the bountiful objective of her schemes, including princely remuneration which in 2012 reached $598,000, a height which even Madam Leslie may have thought acceptable for such a paragon as she (but probably didn’t).

She had gambled, she had won, she had proved her superiority and tactical skills, including leveraging her bogus credentials on one false document after another (including grant applications to several agencies of the federal government) to get still more. She had a proven system of success and she worked it with a will. Never mind that she was sole beneficiary or that she brought shame to one of the Great Republic’s most respected institutions. The important thing was that she survived and prospered.

Thus, I give you Stephen Sondheim’s 1971 masterpiece, “I’m Still Here” from his aptly named musical “Follies”. So apropos are the lyrics to the developing scandal at the Academy and Madam Leslie’s clear objective to beat the rap and even keep her golden goose, no other tune would do.

Go now to any search engine and listen to its bold, bodacious, brassy sound and its unmistakably clear message of what it takes to survive. I prefer the version by Elaine Paige, a diva always worth hearing. Ironically enough the many talented Sondheim was elected a Fellow of the Academy in 2008, very much during Berlowicz’ salad days. No doubt Madam Leslie appreciates his often wicked cool lyrics and smooth harmonies, though this may not be her very favorite.

“I should have gone to an acting school, that seems clear; Still someone said ‘She’s sincere,’ so I’m here.”

Latest disclosures, further evidence the Board was asleep at the switch.

A short refresher course in the whys and wherefors of nonprofit organizations is now necessary. These organizations, hundreds of thousands strong, are the bedrock of our society, crucial to the way we live and the quality of our lives. Almost all are tax-exempt, that status being conferred upon application and review by the federal government.

The power to act and the responsibility for acting resides in what is either called the Board of Directors or Board of Trustees. These people are elected by the Board for either their prestige, management skills and business acumen, or their useful contacts and ability to give donations themselves or connect them to others who can do so.

Executive power is delegated by the Board to the individual variously called either president or executive director. This person is responsible to the board for all actions and may or may not have full membership on the board as the organization’s by-laws dictate.

This executive serves at and may be removed at the pleasure of the Board with or without cause. Thus, in theory, the executive is the creature of the Board, every action open to periodic and regular review either by the full Board or by an executive committee appointed by and responsible to the full Board. Within this framework, the Board rules all… at least in theory.

In fact, as glaringly occurred at the Academy, the President , Madam Leslie, subverted the governing structure and systematically replaced their power and authority with her own, leaving directors progressively disengaged from the governing process for which, remember, they remained completely, legally, responsible. How had this inversion occurred? In a nutshell it was because the Board had largely disengaged from the governance of the Academy, thereby creating a vacuum which Berlowicz was only too anxious to fill.

“I’ll do it” was her policy and governing objective… achievable because she micro-managed just who was elected to the Board, an essential project to which she gave unstinting attention, especially when after just one year in office, she was taken to task by the Board for abusive behavior to the Academy’s long-suffering staff. She survived — just — no doubt resolving “never again.” Her decisive influence over the Board made her regime of control and contempt not merely possible but inevitable.

And so…

In 2004 “Dr.” Berlowicz persuaded her compliant Board to add her name to the roster of more than 200 newly elected members of the Academy — 6 months after the original election notice, thus making it look like Madam had been voted in to the exalted Pantheon along with everyone else. It was a lie, of course, but by then altering reality was her speciality and by 2004 her skills in this department were peerless.

For instance, as reported in The Boston Globe, several former employees claimed that Berlowicz worked early and late getting just the right candidates for election; “right” being defined as people Madam liked and admired, always blocking those she felt would be inimical to her regime of falseness and favoritism. This included even seeing all the ballots before they were tallied… a device reminiscent of political machines for whom voting the long dead and gone was child’s play.

Academy spokesman Ray Howell pooh-poohed any such concern saying that while Berlowicz did have access to all ballots, no one need worry since she “was responsible for making sure the election process was administered appropriately”. Mr. Howell, no doubt, was speaking in the ironic mode, tongue firmly in cheek. Thus, he follows the party line and stays “loyal”. After all, he has a job to protect, and Berlowicz has not resigned or been removed — yet.

And so it goes as one revealing feature after another of her menacing regime seeps out. How she ordered the word “welcome” effaced from the Academy’s front door to make sure hoi polloi would understand this nirvana was not for them. How starting three years ago she began closing access to the good people of Cambridge to the 5.1 acres of wooded grounds which the Academy leases from Harvard University. The City of Cambridge intervened to retain the status quo and a place for a pleasant saunter.

How the Academy in her regime has blocked access even by qualified scholars to manuscript material of George Washington (who once lived nearby in Cambridge), Thomas Jefferson, and Founder John Adams, and many others thus outraging the very basis of the Academy as a place of unfettered research and the free dissemination of useful knowledge.

Why did the Board put up with it all? One guess.

With a rap sheet as long as your arm, why didn’t the Board act to save the mission, its soul and self respect? Money… that’s why. Miss Leslie, you see, was a prodigious fund raiser, skilled in adding generous plutocrats and zillionaire entrepreneurs. Boston Scientific Corp. cofounder Peter Nicholas, who became a Fellow in 1999, gave $2.4 million between 2006-2010 when the Academy raised $39 million.

John Cogan, a Boston investment executive who joined the Academy in 2005, gave $1.9 million. Gershon Kekst, Wall Street communications tycoon, elected in 2006, gave a million.

There were Fellows, of course, who talked darkly about the evil influence of cash and how these folks were NOKD (“not our kind, dear”) but the well-heeled had always been welcome. After all one of the cofounders, John Hancock, was the richest merchant in Boston.

Thus had Leslie played her cards better, foregoing the delights of demeaning her staff and affronting anyone and everyone, she might have gone on to scale the invigorating slopes of power, riches and sweet control, her lies known but tolerated because of her undeniable fund raising skills. But moderation was never her metier. And so she is now on paid leave whilst her Board dithers to a decision about what to do, though that should be obvious to even these tabby cats.

A person of eminence and known integrity should be appointed to review the case, thence to make recommendations for reasserting the Board’s legitimate and legal functions. I recommend Margaret Marshall, recently resigned Chief Justice of the Supreme Judicial Court of Massachusetts, a woman well respected, who conveniently lives within walking distance of the Academy and knows it well. After all she’s been a Fellow since 2001.

As for Madam Leslie, I can hardly bear to think of her retiring from the scene, golden parachute in hand. But perhaps she’ll survive to fight another day. After all that is the point of Sondheim’s gem,

“Good times and bad times, I’ve seen them all/ And, my dear, I’m still here.”

And that, for once, is nothing but the truth. It’s a start.

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Controls Interest Rate-Banking Structure Very Complex

The banking structure in this country is actually very complex and it will take most people a little time to digest everything. Having said that, though, I can provide you with some very basic information about who sets and controls interest rates.

The Federal Reserve, or the Fed, is an independent organization that doesn’t need the approval of the president or Congress to enact it’s policies.

I suspect most people didn’t know that… I sure didn’t. The Fed’s mandate is to create a stable economy with high employment, minimal inflation and low interest rates.

Basically to ensure that the economy keeps rolling along with as few bumps in the road as possible.

They have several tools to help them accomplish that goal. One of the most important of these tools is the ability that it controls interest rates.

Setting the interest rate is a very important in keeping the economy on a smooth course. The interest rates will directly influence how much money is put into circulation.

The general rule of thumb is that if you have too much currency in circulation it can lead to inflation but too little currency in circulation can lead to a sluggish economy.

The Fed has the responsibility to try to maintain the perfect balance at all times so the economy can grow but inflation doesn’t get out of control.

The Fed uses their economic analysis as the basis for determining what actions they need to take. This comes directly form their Washington D.C. headquarters as well as being compiled from district banks around the country.

These banks are located in large cities from coast to coast. Each of these banks will collect regional economic information and create a profile.

That regional information will be compiled into a comprehensive report that helps the Fed get a complete economic picture of the entire country.

Based on the report the Federal Open Market Committee, a twelve member board which is an arm of the Fed, will meet to determine what changes in policy need to be enacted.

They generally meet every 6 weeks. When the FOMC decides that either more or less currency needs to be in circulation, they will either issue a buy or sell order for U.S. treasuries.

When the FOMC issues a buy order it will result in an increase in the amount of currency in circulation. More currency in circulation means easier borrowing and lower interest rates.

If they issue a sell order, there will be less currency in circulation, and that will translate into higher interest rates – less borrowing and can help reduce inflation.

As I stated above, this is a complex issue and it may take you a little more time and information to fully digest it all.

It is important for you to have as deep of an understanding as possible of the way our economy works.

I know, we are all busy and this information can be confusing, but knowing how it works will allow you the best chance at making smart financial decisions for you and your family.

And now, at least, you have some basics on the inner workings of our economy and insight into who controls interest rates.

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Blog Making Money – Can You Do It

A blog making money is a blog that is generally successful. While this isn?t the focal point of many blogs, for some, it?s a nice addition to their income and for the more successful, their only source of income and one that allows them a well enough lifestyle. For the most part, making money off blogs is a mystery to many people ? it doesn?t have to stay that way. Read on and you may discover another way for you to make money.

Before anything else, you need to be able to write fairly consistently and at a steady pace. Three or four entries a week doesn?t seem like much at the start, but after a while it can wear even the most devoted writers down. It?s just like any job ? sometimes you get bored with it and you step out for a day or two, but the Internet is a far more demanding ruler than many bosses. Plus nothing feels better than knowing you have a blog making money. When you have a solid and devoted following, you can afford to miss one or two days or even weeks. Some sites even go a month without updating, but at the very start, you need to be able to stick to it like white on rice.

For those who open blogs based on products, you?re in luck ? you can probably get on the affiliate bandwagon and make some money that way. Now, how does that work? It?s fairly simple. Being an affiliate to a website basically means that you?re advertising them on your website, either by having content related to the main website and linking to them or by showing their ads on your site. Payment isn?t like it is in other media industries though. The Internet?s just a different field than television, one that requires a different payment method.

Generally, the setup is a pay-per-blank, wherein the blank is something that changes from group to group when it comes to blog making money. Most people go for the pay per click variant, which means exactly what it suggest ? payment only occurs once a viewer on your site clicks the link to their site. Another popular variant, one mostly for merchandise sites such as Amazon, is the pay-per-purchase variant. A user needs to do more than simply browse through the numerous items available ? they actually have to purchase something.

Payment for advertising for blog making money varies from group to group. Luckily the internet and thus, the people you can meet in it is so wide that you?ll probably find someone or a group that wants to advertise or have you as an affiliate. Build a good site and the money will come.

Probably. The internet and blogging aren?t some magic words that you can use to instantly get ahead in the rat race. It just doesn?t work that way. You still have to work hard and make a site that advertisers would actually be interested in, that can give real traffic to those who would make you an affiliate site. Work hard, put in the leg work and yours might be a blog making money.

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‘Berries are nice’. The lush ripeness of strawberries and their sweet red allure.

by Dr. Jeffrey Lant

Author’s program note. This is a story about a fruit so rich that once you start thinking about it you cannot rest until you are eating some… popping them into your mouth as fast as you can, crushing them… letting the richness of its sweet, sweet juice drip down your chin… glad to have all you can eat… joyfully careless about what you waste… for there will always be strawberries enough for you… you are absolutely sure of that!

But as Deana Carter knows, the lush abundance of strawberries is not unlimited… and so she twangs her tale of high summer, desire, a taste so sweet it maddens you and never satiates… producing a wine you can never get enough of… a strawberry wine… a wine that you can never forget… though sometimes you wish you’d never come to know.

And so, I have selected for today’s occasional music “Strawberry Wine” by Matraca Berg and Gary Harrison, released in August, 1996. Nashville record companies found the song overly long, controversial, and not memorable enough. But when Carter sang her heart out about the summer, the boy… the strawberries and their wine… the record won Song of the Year at the Country Music Association Awards. Go now to any search engine and listen to it. You’ll find yourself remembering… you’ll find yourself craving… you’ll want their taste again… the berries always see to that…. for they are an imperious fruit.

Her Majesty’s strawberry. On a picture perfect summer day one August I was in Scotland, in the Highlands, at Balmoral… a country castle conceived by Prince Albert, the beautiful German prince loved obsessively by Queen Victoria. For an American used to the White House with its layer after layer of security, Balmoral comes as a rather unnerving shock. “Security” consisted of a single guard, unobtrusive, reading a newspaper. There might be, there must be more… but that’s all I ever saw. He barely looked at us.. smiled… and waved. Thus does Her Britannic Majesty tell you she is beloved of the people and doesn’t need a legion of centurions to protect her… unlike the president of the Great Republic who always needs more… and more.

And so in due course, my friend and I found ourselves in the magnificent park, expansive, serene, as lovely a place as Earth provides. And in the park I found a kitchen garden… the Queen’s garden… and in this garden I saw a strawberry, huge, perfectly ripe, ready to be eaten. And so I reached down to pluck it and enjoy… whereupon I felt a strong hand pulling me up and heard my friend’s voice, no longer amiable, but commanding, imperative, stentorian: “Do not touch that strawberry…. that is the Queen’s berry!” And I realized what being a subject of the Windsors meant, whilst I was the child of revolution and lese majeste/. And so the uneaten berry remained… for the delectation of the Queen.

Even dukes get only leaves.

I was crushed but as my friend was driving I had to give way, and gracefully, too — or else.

Then I had a thought that cheered me up. Even the grandest members of the nobility couldn’t eat of the Royal fruit with impunity. They had to make do with the strawberries’ leaves. And no, I am not making this up. A duke’s coronet proves my point. When a man becomes a duke (and there are only 24 such people in the entire realm of Great Britain) he is entitled to a silver-gilt circlet called a coronet. It features eight strawberry leaves — not one more and never a single one less. Thus does the sovereign elevate ambitious members of the aristocracy… and keep her strawberries for herself.

Other gentlemen of high rank and title are also entitled to strawberry leaves on their coronets. And here there is a most curious conundrum: marquesses who rank just below dukes in the peerage of the realm are entitled to four strawberry leaves… but earls, who rank below marquesses, get eight. What can this mean? For peers, as you may imagine, are protocol mad… and scrutinize their inferiors for any indication that they are claiming rank and privilege to which they are not strictly entitled. You can be sure there’s some fiddle going on here… but if the marquesses are in a pet of high indignation, they have but to look far down at the viscounts and barons who have not a single strawberry leaf between them… and that’s just the way these marquesses mean to keep it — “Honi soit qui mal y pense.”. Strawberry leaves mean strawberry tea.

Fortunately, there is more you can do with your strawberry leaves than wait for the Queen to make you a duke. That, after all, could be a long time coming since the last non-royal duke was his grace of Westminster, in 1874. It’s true that her present majesty when a young woman offered to make Sir Winston Churchill duke of London… but he declined and there the matter rests, perhaps forever.

And you’ll agree, this situation could be more than irritating for those who every morning see in their looking glasses, not milord this or the right honorable that but… His Grace the Duke of… resplendent in ermine and strawberry leaves.

These men, well bred for hundreds of years, offer the correct aquiline features, the correct pedigree, with generations of the right fathers and acquiescing mothers, masters of every arcane procedure, the right words and impeccable cravat, these men I tell you are smoldering with rage, aggravation, frustration, worthies all marooned in the wrong time. For them, each of them only the calming propensities of strawberry leaf tea will do… poured in a fragile cup of Minton, delivered by Nannie who always knows just what to do. “Have some more sugar, ducks. There, there, it’ll be all right.”

And so does Nanny, who loves you best, goes out with wicker basket on her arm, to the places she knows well, where the fresh wild strawberries grow or the sweet woodland berries. Take 1 tablespoon of dried rose petals, 1/2 teaspoon of yarrow, 1 teaspoon of strawberry leaves, a pinch of mint or blackberry leaves. Add 1 cup of boiling water and allow to steep. Choler cannot long exist in the presence of such determined coziness.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886).

It was perhaps in pursuit of these ingredients that Emily Dickinson, mistress of opaque language, stepped out, “Over the fence” …

“Over the fence — Strawberries — grow — Over the fence — I could climb — if I tried, I know — Berries are nice. But — if I strained my Apron — God, would certainly scold! Oh, dear, — I guess if He were a Boy — he’d — climb — if He could!”

So, let’s leave it like that, for as Deana Carter sang, “It’s funny how those memories they last. Like strawberry wine… (when) The hot July moon saw everything” and the strawberries were there, bright and beckoning, just over the fence.

About the Author

Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., providing a wide range of online services for small and-home based businesses. Services include home business training, affiliate marketing training, earn-at-home programs, traffic tools, advertising, webcasting, hosting, design, WordPress Blogs and more. Find out why Worldprofit is considered the # 1 online Home Business Training program by getting a free Associate Membership today. Republished with author’s permission by Daniel Fischer

Is Social Metrics Pro the Best Social Signal Tracking and Monitoring Tool?

With the trends of social optimization changing at every drop of the hat, optimizers have been facing a difficult time trying to keep up. Link-building and creating backlinks—two methods that are being currently used for SEO—have suddenly become obsolete. This is because of the recent announcement made by popular search engine websites like Google and Bing that they have begun using social signals to rank the popularity of websites. Though the new announcement puts most search engine optimizers in a tizzy, as they would have to change their methods, the tool we are reviewing today is a step in the right direction. Social Metrics Pro is the newest search engine optimization tool on the market that works on the principle of Google and Bing’s newest policy of ranking websites. It helps optimizers keep track of the progress of their websites on social networks. It is compatible with some of the most popular social networks already. It can assess feeds from Facebook, Twitter, StumbleUpon, Digg and several others are in the pipeline.

The purpose of Social Metrics Pro is to give the user a clear picture of how the website is faring on the social network. Each time someone comments, likes or shares some content, it is recorded by Social Metrics Pro. The optimizer can keep track of this and keep making improvements to the websites so as to make them more appealing on the social network.

Social Metrics Pro is a new-fangled tool but it still makes things easy for the newbie optimizer. It has a simple color coding output system. The content on the website that has poor social signals are displayed in red, while the content that fares well is displayed in green. This literally gives a clear picture to the social optimizer, whose primary task is to convert all the reds into greens.

Currently, Social Metrics Pro is available as a simple downloadable plugin that works on most browsers. It is designed for the WordPress blogosphere.

For the modern optimizer, it becomes important to stay in tune with the website’s performance on the social network. Social Metrics Pro does just that, through a simple visual representation. It does not need the optimizer to work with difficult links, tags or codes.

Rock of ages. The pain and comfort locked in every piece of jewelry.

by Dr. Jeffrey Lant

I am about to open a time capsule. It’s been waiting for me for some years now, and I am, I think, as ready as I shall ever be to look inside — and to be swept away by the strongest and most enduring memories… of mother, deceased, never more alive in my mind.

I am writing this article for just 4 people, first, my mother herself; she and I discussed this subject on several occasions and I want to keep faith with her.

Second, I am writing this article for me. I resolved some time ago that as incidents in my mother’s life rose to the top of my consciousness, I would write about them, the better to remember her and keep her memory green.

The third person for whom this is written is my only niece Chelsea; she’s the young woman (now just 21) who will get these pieces, and I want her to know her grandmother better; to at least know her through my eyes. Chelsea, your grandmother lives again here, and it is my hope you will understand just what that means and your role, for you are the one designated by fate, destiny and your grandmother and I to have, behold, savor this jewelry — and, in your turn, to pass them on with the seriousness and thoughtfulness they deserve.

Finally, I am writing this article for you, dear reader. Why? Because at some point in your life you will face the exact subject of this article and must do it completely right the first time. This article will enable you to do just that…

The intimacy of jewelry.

All jewelry is valuable, even that you find on the bargain table of the five-and-dime. Just what that value is depends on the materials used, the fame of the person who designed it, the company that sold it, and the overall impact of the work. On these things you have no influence whatsoever

But on the final point your opinion is everything: what emotional wallop does the piece pack, an intangible that emanates from the loved one who wore this beautiful item, what she thought of it, where and when she wore it, photographs in which the item is featured, etc. So does such an object become an apperture into the life of and memories about your departed beloved… and you must make a decision about their importance and intensity to you… and who might have them after you, too, are gone. All this is essential, not easy, and fraught with emotional dynamite.

Pen, paper, object, focus.

It is easy to get distracted when you’re sorting items as intimate as your mother’s jewelry. These items are, after all, of the greatest personal significance to you, as must be the case given the person they once adorned, brightening her life — and yours. Such memories, too, deserve your full attention… but not until the business is handled. For this you need the following items: pen, paper, camera and an easy-to-work-in space where you can unpack the items and work with them. Drawing up a list on your computer is also advisable and makes it easy to communicate with the people involved in this matter. Do this as soon as possible.

This is easier said than done.

As you can see from this article I deferred handling this matter for several years. This would have been irresponsible of me but for the unique circumstances of our family. There were only three ladies in the family who had and still have (in the case of the two juniors) any involvement in this matter, and one being removed from the scene, the other two, mother and daughter, did not demand or insist upon an instant resolution to the business… rather the reverse as Chelsea, the one who would get most everything, was not ready for ownership yet as still an undergraduate without fixed address or life’s work… and so the matter could be continued without inconvenience to anyone. This is why the objects waited so long for my detailed attention, inspection, report, and distribution.

But now the time capsule must be opened, each item evocative of its owner brought forth, and the important work begun, as I am doing here at my desk.

The importance of each object being marked and recorded, boxed, ready for the next owner, like Mary Regina did.

I take as my superb skill model Queen Mary, wife of King George V. She might have been a curator of a museum, and in all practical particulars she was, given the professional way she handled all items in the collection of the royal house of Windsor. Each was examined by the Queen and often all its important details clearly recorded in her own fair hand. Well, if it’s good enough for Queen Mary, it’s good enough for me. And so, with great care, I take the first box out of the shopping bag where the jewelry has lived for a prolonged period. It is now time for its renewed appearance, to be worn and treasured by another generation.

Open the first box and begin.

If you are lucky the recipient of the jewelry with which you are charged has been scrupulous about saving the box the item came in and any paperwork, like invoice or sales slip. These are important since they contain vital information which may bear on the value and rarity of the piece. Keep them safe… and always gather these details for your heirs. I have been a good guardian… that is my pride as I start to pull the dusty boxes into the light.

And, then, unbidden the insistent memories are here, demanding a sustained attention I feel compelled to give.

The penny-farthing bicycle pin in silver… a reduced version of her Baron’s coronet, set in gold, the ancient title hers in her own right… the golden Christmas wreath pin set in emeralds and sapphires she wore to every seasonal party, for she loved the gladdening smell, regretting only that this pin could not duplicate the original…

And so it went, items unearthed, opened, scrutinized, remembered… each one a memory tugging at my heart… but I had promised myself I would focus first and foremost on the business at hand… and I kept this promise until one very special piece of jewelry emerged, immediately catching the light and igniting.

It was the gold iridescent dragonfly with its dense green and gold motif. I recognized it at once; after all, I had given it to her. In addition to the card that accompanied the original gift, there was a message in my hand. “She always said she wanted to fly free as the curious dragonfly. And now she does…”

I broke down and sobbed, for at this moment human frailty, human limitations, human mortality were all too close, too painful, too real. And now this brilliant creature is in my hand half a world away… and here I shall keep it, until Chelsea is ready and knows why the tears flowed hot and heartfelt and will keep it safe as I have done.

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About the Author

Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., providing a wide range of online services for small and-home based businesses. Services include home business training, affiliate marketing training, earn-at-home programs, traffic tools, advertising, webcasting, hosting, design, WordPress Blogs and more. Find out why Worldprofit is considered the # 1 online Home Business Training program by getting a free Associate Membership today. Republished with author’s permission by Daniel Fischer