If I told you it was possible to watch commercials for money, weekly jackpot entries and points, would you believe me?Welcome to Varolo, the ad network that allows you to watch commercials for money. It’s completely free to join but the rewards can be huge. 

How Varolo Works

A lot of creativity went into developing the Varolo concept, but it’s really quite simple. Varolo members watch commercials online in exchange for rewards, including points, weekly jackpot entries, and to claim village earnings. The greatest and most consistent reward comes when you grow your village and get paid for all the ads the people in your village watch.  That’s when you get to watch commercials for money.Here’s what you need to do to get started: 

First, Join Varolo. It’s completely free for users.

Second, get familiar with Varolo’s website. You can easily learn all this by watching the informative videos available on Varolo’s website. Then play around in your member’s area, watch some ads, get a feel for how it works.

Third, Grow you villlage. This will be your most important mission as you can earn cash when your villagers watch ads. Start by inviting your friends, especially those who want to earn some extra money.

Fourth, stay updated on how to make the most of your Varolo membership. Visit my website Watch Ads for Money to get the latest updates as well as tips and tricks for growing your village, and special bonuses only available to my active villagers!

Why Varolo Works

Does the ability to watch commercials for money sound too good to be true? I understand your skepticism, so let me briefly explain why this is a real opportunity that is not too good to be true.Think back to the last time you saw a commercial on television. Did you actually sit down and watch it? Or did you leave the room to use the restroom or fix a snack? Even better, did you completely avoid the commercial and the interruption by using your DVR? 

If you avoided the commercial in some way you’re not alone. Advertisers have noticed they’re not getting their messages out to us as effectively as they used to. They’ve had to get creative. They found a solution in good old fashioned manners, also known as permission marketing. They now ask nicely and say please.

When you join Varolo and watch ads, you give the advertisers permission to show them to you. You confirm that you did indeed watch the entire ad and the advertiser is satisfied that you got the message.

Because you undoubtedly have better things to do with you time, Varolo has built rewards right into its system to entice you to take some time out of your day to watch commercials online.

The rewards include weekly jackpot entries, points which can be redeemed for prizes, and cash when the people you refer watch their ads.

How Varolo Pays You:  Your Varolo Village

The greatest achievement you will work towards is growing your Varolo Village. The week-in, week-out cash comes from the activities of the people in your village. When they watch ads, you earn cash. To claim those earnings, you watch all your ads.

Varolo will compensate you for ads viewed by your villagers down to the fourth level. This means that when you refer Bob, and Bob refers Susan, and Susan refers John, and John refers Jessica, all four of these people become part of your village. Bob joins your first level, Susan joins your second level, John joins your third level, and Jessica joins your fourth level.

When Bob (1st level) watches ads, you earn eight percent of the ad view cost, which is paid by the advertiser. You earn six percent of the ad view cost when Susan (2nd level) watches ads, four percent when John (3rd level) watches ads, and two percent when Jessica (4th level) watches ads. Once Varolo formally launches (it is in public beta now), the minimum ad view cost will be one cent, but some ads may cost as much as five cents per ad view.

Fractions of pennies per ad view may not sound like much, and it really isn’t if you only have a few active villagers. To really make it work, you are going to need to build a large active village.

This is not difficult because it’s free to join so there is no risk. Varolo has some great presentations. If you can get your friends to check out Varolo’s introductory presentation and then watch the full presentation, odds are good they will join. Make sure that you share your Varolo custom url found in your profile so they join your village when they register with Varolo.

For more tips on how to grow your village, please visit my web site Watch Ads for Money.

How Varolo Rewards You:  Weekly Jackpots and Points

When you first start out with Varolo, your village will be very small. It takes a while to get the word out to your friends or publish online content to invite people to join Varolo through your custom link.

However, you still get rewarded for watching ads. Each ad you watch gives you one entry into a weekly cash jackpot. The more ads you watch, the more chances you have to win. When you do start getting villagers, you have a chance to win ten percent of the jackpot if they won–another good reason to grow your village.

You also earn points on each ad you watch. These points can be redeemed for gift cards and electronic gadgets like flash drives, DVD players and iPads.

With all the rewards built into the system, your Varolo experience should be a positive one right from the beginning.


Obama Deception censored

Radio and Internet talk show host Alex Jones claims in this video that his YouTube account was hacked and the perpetrator used Jones’ password to delete The Obama Deception, Fall of the Republic and several other documentary films.  Jones says within minutes of the hacker beginning his work, people wanting to watch the film notified his webmaster that it was down.    According to Jones, the webmaster contacted someone at YouTube, who immediately left a barbecue and was able to watch the hacker using Jones’ password to delete several documentaries.  Jones is calling for YouTube to conduct an investigation into this illegal hack.  He suspects it was an inside job.  He also says that with the latest round of legislation on so-called cybersecurity, the Obama administration is openly stating they will proactively go after web sites they deem offensive.  Jones said a Facebook page he was using as well as numerous other blogs on the Internet have been deleted.  Censorship is here and now.

At the end of the video, Jones urges all viewers to enter “Obama deception” into the Google search engine once a day.  Keyword “Obama deception censored” has been the number one search term on Google all day today.  Jones says that until his film The Obama Deception was taken down its YouTube link came up as the top site whenever the words “President Barack Obama” and several related keywords were entered.  This is solid evidence not only of the incredible influence Jones has, but of the fact that growing numbers of people are waking up to what Obama is truly up to.  There is actually a lot of speculation as to Obama’s true agenda but more and more people are suspecting he has one besides the promises of hope and change he campaigned on.

In Jones’ documentaries Endgame, The Obama Deception, and Fall of the Republic, he boldly claims that there is a small group of Satanist world elites who actually run things from inside their powerful secret societies.  They control Obama and have him in place to further their agenda.  The agenda seems to involve impoverishing and eliminating most people and claiming all the power and remaining resources for themselves.  They accomplish this by manipulating the world financial structures to cause economic crises, tightening their grip on world food production while decreasing the quality of the food, and deliberately releasing massive amounts of toxic chemicals into the environment (the BP fiasco is starting to look more and more like “they” actually want major environmental destruction).  At first glance it sounds like some nutty conspiracy theory.  What kind of sick people would actually want to eliminate 80 percent of the world’s population?  Since most people are good people just trying to get by, few can comprehend the level of evil someone would have to wallow in to even consider committing such atrocity.

Jones is not the only one making those claims.  Many intelligent and articulate people have said or written similar things, including G. Edward Griffin, author of The Creature from Jekyll Island and Founder of Freedom Force International.  There’s also former Nebraka Senator John DeCamp, who authored the book The Franklin Cover-Up, a disturbing account of a corrupt credit union whose leaders were also involved in severe child abuse.  The book names no less than fourteen people who died suspiciously while either investigating or opposing said activities.  Dr. Carroll Quigley, who former President Bill Clinton publicly admired as a mentor, authored a comprehensive volume called Tragedy and Hope:  A History of the World in our Time detailing the existence and activities of the secret societies and how they impacted world affairs.  Dr. Quigley was not opposed to the activities of the secret societies, though he indicated it was unfortunate that they operated with such secrecy.

More people are willing to give this viewpoint a chance, as in all honesty it is very difficult to judge many of the moves of our government in the last thirty plus years as being motivated by the citizens’ best interest or sheer incompetence.  Enough that Jones’ critical film of Obama trumped Obama’s own website in Google.  Enough that someone with access to Jones’ YouTube password felt it was important to take the film down.  Someone is threatened by the popularity of Jones’ documentary films.

The films make crazy enough claims that if there weren’t some truth to them, they would be largely ignored, even by those being accused.  Anyone who’s been in politics knows there’s always going to be someone making nutty accusations.  Jones’ films are not being ignored, and there is more and more talk about Internet censorship.  Joe Lieberman has said he would like to see the US adopt some of China’s policies on Internet control.  Legislation gradually limiting what can be said on the Internet is being rammed down our throats.  Why?

While you’re pondering this, you can still watch both The Obama Deception and Fall of the Republic on YouTube.  Jones has encouraged people to replicate his films, so it would be a daunting project to eliminate them completely from circulation.

My last post was just so witty it took me over a year to try to top it.  No, not really.  I’ve just been busy.

Had my third baby shortly after publishing that last post.  Birth at home, short, efficient labor, older girls got to see the actual birth, though they didn’t come home with their father until about 20 minutes before K made her grand appearance.  Unlike my first two this baby came early, which meant for the first time I actually had postpartum help.  It was so awesome!

Still homeschooling L.  Using the curriculum from Classical Liberal Arts Academy.  Oddly enough what sold me on it was realizing that it is so much easier to teach a child how to read in Latin because each Latin letter only has one sound and unlike English, Latin actually sticks to its rules of pronunciation.  I learned how to read in French, which is only slightly more complicated phonetically than Latin.  My daughter, on the other hand, had to come to terms with 44 different phonemes, two thick stacks of sight words (why? because they don’t follow the rules she just learned), and a crazy list of semi consistent exceptions to the rules, all before turning 7.  After struggling with L’s Kindergarten reading, then being introduced to the simplicity of the Latin language, well, you don’t have to tell me twice that English is truly the language of Barbarians.  And I mean that in the nicest way possible.  I am by no means advocating we change the official language or anything.  I’m teaching E the same curriculum, though we’re moving through it at a slower pace.

I still crisis clean before company comes.  My husband and I are trying to adhere to a schedule.  We want to be more organized, and over the years we have gotten better at it, though in such microscopic steps that it’s hard to actually believe we are moving forward.

K is now not only walking, but climbing as well.  At 14 months old I caught her on the top bunk bed in her sisters’ room.  She had gotten there on her own.  When I take the girls to the park and L and E hang from the climbing bars, K goes under the lowest one and also “hangs.”  Daddy lowered the trapeze in the living room so K could reach it and now she picks up her legs and hangs off the floor and spins around just like the big girls.

It’s actually hilarious how K imitates more grownup actions without having a clue what they’re for.  Right now it’s mosquito central in our backyard and you’ll see K  randomly slapping at her head and body laughing like it’s some sort of game.  When she spills a drink she insists on taking the rag and dabbing at the mess.  When she eats watermelon she knows she’s supposed to spit out a part of it.  She’s confused as to which part…

Life moves along.  Lots of political outrages since over a year ago.  Can someone say BP?  But let’s not go there… right now.  I actually want to back away from political blogging, but there are some days I can’t help myself.  I’d much rather blog for money.  More on that later.

For now, let’s hope I can come up with a follow up post before next year rolls around.  If I do, I’ll consider this blog to be officially back to life.

It all started innocently enough, though with a hint of controversy.  It was my turn to lead my children’s preschool coop session the day before Valentine’s Day.  I figured that was an easy one–have them make valentines for each other out of construction paper.

The only problem was one of the coop moms has a real issue with that holiday, which she refers to as V-Day.  It almost sounds like a dirty word now.  We’re a very tolerant, respectful group, so we nixed the red and pink hearts and did a brief little lesson on friendship and how friends show their love for each other.  You can’t remind preschoolers too often that this involves sharing toys, talking kindly to each other, and refraining from hitting and other forms of violence.

My children made valentines at home, and I delighted them by making a cheesecake sporting a large red heart made out of strawberries.

Less than a week later, unbeknownst to me, the state of Missouri issued a report indicating people with certain political views were likely to get involved in dangerous militia movements and should therefore be carefully watched by law enforcement.  Those involved in subverting Valentine’s Day (in this economy that could be downright harmful to someone’s bottom line) were not mentioned.  However, the report did specifically indicate people who supported Chuck Baldwin, Bob Barr or Ron Paul for president, as well as those opposed to abortion, illegal immigration, the New World Order, the North American Union, the Income Tax, and the United Nations as being potential domestic terrorists.

I voted for one of those three for President, and I do oppose more than one of the items on that list.  Unbeknownst to me I underwent this transformation from somewhat frazzled stay-at-home mom to potential domestic terrorist.  So what did I do with my new identity?

I learned of this report, along with everyone else, towards the middle of March when an anonymous Missouri law enforcement officer leaked the report to Alex Jones and from there it traveled around the Internet.  By this point I’ve spent more time with those sweet preschoolers at coop, and I’ve had my midwife over to my home to check things out for the upcoming birth of my third child.  She wants to make sure I have all my birth supplies together, and that she’s familiar with my home to be able to most effectively assist me when the time comes.

These days I don’t move around too quickly.  I’m less patient with my children than I’d like to be, and all my innards feel incredibly squished by this growing little person while the rest of me feels rather whale-like and sedentary.  I’m a perfect choice for some subversive activity because looking at me, who would suspect anything?  I can just see the neighbors (with the charred remains of some once stately building in the background) sadly nodding their heads and speaking in shocked, soft tones:  “She seemed like such a nice person…”

On my last day of preschool coop duty, one of the moms developed an appendicitis and got emergency surgery.  Coop lasted several hours longer than usual that day.  Fortunately it was a gorgeous spring day, and the kids played outside while we referreed their squabbles.  “Please use your words!” was an oft-repeated recitation.  Got to teach these little ones early that diplomacy is a better first choice for conflict resolution than all-out war.

My family picks up our shares of raw milk, along with butter, cream and eggs from our local dairy once a week.  Some of the milk gets turned into yogurt.  It’s a simple process, really.  If you check my eBay shopping records you will notice a Very Suspicious Purchase from around six months ago:  a laboratory-grade water bath, the kind used to incubate microorganisms.  Aha, you say.  Just because I’m not too limber doesn’t make me any less dangerous.  I could be one of those bioterrorists.

Once a week I culture Lactobacillus acidophilus and whatever else happens to be in the innoculant yogurt.  I put a generous tablespoon of yogurt into several quart jars of milk, mix them up, and place them in the water bath to incubate overnight.  The next morning I have a fresh batch of yogurt.  Once it’s cooled off in the fridge, it goes into smoothies and other delicious treats.  Today, yogurt, tomorrow… well never mind.  You just never can tell with those crazies who vote for third party candiates.

The most harmful thing I did this past week was to in my mommy-brain fog, feed my child some forbidden foods not once, but twice.  Like just about every parent these days, I have a child with certain dietary restrictions.  In addition to my infractions against her diet, she also got into a few other problem foods on her own.  This week her body was reeling from the extra challenges, and it reflected in among other things, cravings for raw liver and butter oil, which I happily gave her.  She appears to have made a full recovery, and we will all be more careful from now on.

We got a surprise spring snow, and that gave us the opportunity to finally try out the sled my girls received for Christmas.  We bundled them up in their snowsuits, put them on the sled, and my husband pulled them all around this vacant lot across the street.  They wanted to build a snowman and have a snowball fight.  It’s rare that snow in Colorado is sticky enough to make snowballs, but this particular snow was perfect.  The girls built a snowman almost as tall as them and threw snowballs at each other and us.  I carefully documented the procedings with our digital camera.  We went home for a cup of hot chai and my husband got back to work.  I tried to clean up or organize some part of the house but didn’t get very far.  It’s much more fun plotting the next operation.

I do have one major failed operation to confess.  It’s now Lent and I very much wanted to do a meaningful daily devotion with my family.  I had both my girls stand on a piece of paper while I traced their feet.  Then I cut out their footprints out of their favorite color construction paper.  Each girl had 40 footprints, one for each day of Lent.  The plan was to each day read a Bible story about something that happened in a desert and the girls would each put up a footprint to symbolize them drawing closer and closer to Jesus as Easter approached.  The problem was the masking tape I was using absolutely would not stick to the wall for longer than a couple hours.  The footprints fell to the floor and spent most of their time there.  We also were rather sporadic about reading the Bible stories.  I tried several times to retape the footprints, to no avail.  Finally, my husband put us all out of our misery by throwing the maimed footprints away and that ended it.  I still think it’s a great idea, but I’ll have to think it through a bit more next year.

On the writing front, I’ve been writing a series of stories on how universities can conserve energy through various engineering changes and educational programs.  Although I do enjoy learning about how people are doing their part to take good care of the environment and use our resources more efficiently, there’s a part of me that can’t get over what’s now considered to be the biggest pollutant:  carbon.  Carbon?  As in, what all living things are mostly made up of, along with water.  Carbon?  As in the carbon cycle where in its simplest model animals take in Oxygen and give off carbon dioxide and plants take in carbon dioxide and give off oxygen, and everyone is happy.  Now, it’s all about reducing your carbon footprint.

I did manage to read one provocative book, called Confessions of an Economic Hit Man by John Perkins.  He was an economist who would go to these third world countries and make these wildly optimistic projections about how their economies would just grow sky high once American corporations complete some very lucrative infrastructure projects, which the country had to borrow money to fund.  The whole point was to use the projections and projects to run the countries into so much debt that the US would always be able to hold the debt over their head and get what it wanted from the countries.  The other purpose was to provide a way for those corporations to make boatloads of profit.  I swear I don’t know this guy and never did.  Oh wait, his recruiter was the US Government, so I guess it wouldn’t matter much if I did.

Meanwhile, the report which would have profiled me already had its days numbered.  Baldwin, Barr, and Paul wrote a joint letter lambasting the ridiculousness of the report and demanding it get retracted.  Officials in Missouri quickly issued an apology for including their names in the report, but intended to keep the rest of the report as is.  It didn’t take long for the public outcry to become too much for the Missouri government, and they retracted the entire report on Friday, March 27.  They either learned their lesson or their next report will be classified (in which case let’s hope we can count on those whistleblowers).  A summary of the debacle can be found here, along with links to more pertinent information.

So now I’m back to being just a mom, writer, and whatever other hats I normally wear.  I might as well strike “potential domestic terrorist” from my resume.  After all, it was only for five weeks, and three of those weeks I had no idea.  Besides, it was only the state of Missouri that thought so, and I’ve been in Colorado all this time.

The threat of true terrorism is something we’ve all been conditioned to fear since 9/11.  Today, what I fear even more is the damage that can be done by ridiculous profiling and surveilance of ordinary people.  This particular report is just the latest in a rather long and disturbing series of incidents indicating that the so-called War on Terror has little to do with bringing actual terrorists to justice and much more to do with curtailing the freedoms of Americans, gaining our cooperation in this endeavor by holding the threat of another 9/11 over our heads.

Not the kind where you get school or work off, but a fun one I’d have never considered celebrating…

This March 14 is National Pi Day.  I’m told the opening event starts at 1:59am

There are a number of web sites devoted to Pi and its great importance in our lives.  Many people memorize Pi up to several hundred decimal places.  Computers have calculated it out to a trillion decimal places.  You can see the first million digits here.

Apparently schools across the country plan activities to observe Pi Day.  I’m thinking maybe I should make a cheesecake.  For Valentine’s Day, I made a cheesecake, then made a heart with strawberries.  I think this Saturday I’ll make a Pi symbol with some kind of fruit on my cheesecake.  Any reason to make cheesecake is a good one.

Have a Happy Pi Day this Saturday.  Why not throw a party?

Fazed by Facebook

About six weeks ago I got a page on Facebook.  The impetus was that I successfully attempted to reconnect with an old friend so I could send his family a Christmas letter.  He responded to my initial email with a brief update on his family and an encouragement to keep in touch with him via Facebook, as that’s how he keeps in touch with friends these days.

That made perfect sense.  When you have a family of your own, you really don’t have the time or inclination to individually keep up with all your old friends.  Yet you do want to know how they’re doing and keep up with the big milestones and highlights in their lives.  Basically, you want the Christmas letter.

With that in mind, I registered with Facebook and promptly invited him to be my friend.  I noticed a mutual friend on his profile, so I invited her as well.  Within days, not only did those two confirm they knew me, but a number of other friends from college who I hadn’t spoken to in years found me and invited me to be their Facebook friend.

At first I was thrilled.  From one web site I’d get to reconnect and catch up with quite a few people I’d lost touch with.

But that’s not quite how it turned out, at least not so far.  I’ve actually found it rather difficult to navigate around Facebook, and it seems as if every time I check my page, the buttons are in different places.  Then it seems as if the template is deliberately designed to be uninformative.  You have this prominent comment box where you can type in what you’re doing right now in forty words or less.  You read a lot of “Had a rough day at work,” “about to spend some time alone with my wife,” “my kids have the sniffles,” “my headache is gone,” or “my husband is getting over his giardia.”  With the exception of the last one (that friend and her husband are missionaries somewhere in rural Asia), I didn’t feel as if I really learned anything new about anyone.

Facebook has this way of equalizing all your relationships, and it’s something I haven’t adapted to.  I have friends in town (not Facebook friends) who I see and talk to regularly, like once or twice a week.  When I call up one of those friends, we often do talk about very mundane, daily life matters.  Maybe I’m calling a friend to arrange some babysitting, or I’m wanting to get together for coffee, or I noticed she seemed a bit down when I saw her that morning.  Catching up is a matter of what happened in her life in the last few days, and usually about the most exciting thing is that her kids got the sniffles or have a fever.  Aah the dilema of do I take them to the doctor or let it run its course?

When I speak to a friend who lives far away, and who I don’t talk to as often, the conversation is very different.  I want to know what happened in her life since I talked to her last.  What were the big events, big insights, areas of personal or spiritual growth?  Is she dating anyone?  Is his wife expecting?  Did she graduate from college, or is that next year?  Did he make a major life decision or change jobs?  A few daily things get thrown into the conversation but that’s not the primary focus.  We’re not talking about what happened in the past few days, but rather the past few months or years.  Very different conversation.

On Facebook, no matter who the friend is or what your actual relationship is, the “conversation” and information gathered follows the path of a friend that you interract with on a daily basis.  What you learn by visiting a friend’s page is what they were doing in the last twenty-four hours, with very little detail.

It was the weirdest experience for me to check a few friends’ pages who I used to be close to but hadn’t spoken to in several years.  I learned a bit about their day at work but not anything about where they were working or what it entailed.  I saw pictures of their children but couldn’t find any mention of the children’s names.  I saw comments posted by their local friends about scheduling or rescheduling an appointment.  It actually felt like I was eavesdropping, only I’d been invited to eavesdrop.

One time I took my girls to the park and got into a conversation with a guy who was pushing his child on the swing.  We talked a bit about what our respective spouses did at work and balancing the whole parenting/work thing.  In the course of the conversation he mentioned that his wife would be finishing her workday in about an hour and that he’d be taking his kids home soon to fix some dinner.

Suddenly this woman walked right up to him.  He put his arm around her and very sweetly asked her how her day had gone.  Then he turned to me and introduced me to his friend.  I remember thinking:  “Yuck, he’s having an affair right in front of me at the park!”  OK, I don’t know that for sure, but there’s something really intimate about asking someone how their day went.  It implies that you know them well and that you have a sense of context because you knew how their yesterday had gone and you’ll be asking about their tomorrow as well.  It’s the sort of thing I ask my husband when he gets home from work.  It’s the sort of thing I don’t ask most other people.

On Facebook, I feel as if I’m that woman walking up to every single Facebook friend indiscriminately and asking them how their day went.  There’s nothing fundamentally wrong with that; it just feels out of place to me.  And then I don’t really learn anything because I don’t have the relationship with them to have any context in which to understand what they are telling me about their day–not in the single sentences Facebook seems to prefer.

So I have mixed feelings about my first foray into the internet based social networking world.  I definitely like the idea of reconnecting with old friends.  But it seems I have different expectations about what it means to reconnect.  I don’t want to act as if I now know them intimately again, because I don’t.  I want to acknowledge the long gap in the relationship and reconnect in the way good old friends would outside of the internet.

I want the Christmas letter, and Facebook is more about sticky notes tacked to the fridge.

So this is how he did it.