life is an imagination i am working in school,recently i have married.now i am very happy by my wife,and also my family is very happy.she is also teacher good habit give good respect to me.i recently join in mturk, i work very well.i came to house evening i do work in mturk,and also my wife is working in mturk very well. before marriage i haven’t any one good work,so my family and relation not give respect.they cheated money and did fight with me,and family omit me.but i have very worry now i have very happy by mturk.so all my family and relation give respect and buy money from me.now i forgot their trouble before get good job.so i very proud of mturk.it is god for me and my family.i don’t forget any time in my long life.my friend help for me in poor time and give some money.now we are working in mturk so i get more money,now i bought any one.i mean what i thing buy soon i get that.life is an ego in our world,so money is part in our life.but that is not important to life only we get good happy in our life so we get like get more money.now i don;t worry anything else,because i got good job and good wife.life is an imaginary because any man live not standard in our world.no standard any one person and thinks,money all is imaginary.i accept it and i follow it.so any man don’t like money and any thinks because i told before.we live very shortly time so we die within time,so we don’t worry anything else.what i think i do with permission in my heart.my wife is doing what i say.so we have good life,and i don’t forget in my life.

I am nosing around the pile of cyberwork and intrepid entrepreneurs who want to pay folks out of the ether to create blog posts, answer surveys, follow them on social media sites, and vote for their stories on Digg. I am a stranger in a strange land, an interloper, a conquistador of pennies for precious live-minutes. I come here to understand more about what motivates people and what they will do to feel productive. What I like about the mturk process is what I like about doing strange repetitive tasks in video games to level up; just enough reward to keep you coming back, just enough repetition to make you question your sanity. It’s sad to find the written word is so cheap at mechanical Turk and that if this “Hit” is accepted I will receive less than a penny a word. It’s as though writing has been so flooded with cheap imitations of the beautiful English prose we were all forced to read in high school, so inundated with blitz marketing and snappy visual sensations on the screen, that people no longer understand words as precious. The other fun Hits are the ones that require the visual discernment or elimination of distracting items – is this a pile of yarn or a face? Human visual recognition is still one thing that is smarter than the algorithms and it’s nice to realize that what you learned at 2 years old still carries some weight, if again, it’s only pennyweight and feather-light.

Hi this is Mr.X..i am completed B.E and i am doing job at home town..our family is a middle class..in the school days i loved a beautiful girl…me and the girl are same class.i did not spoke to her but i loved her very much..after some days i told my love to her..but she reject me..then after 4 years i saw her i told still i love you.she accept my love……

It’s good to work. I love it and I wouldn’t want to sit around and do nothing anymore. Doing nothing makes me feel useless and horrible. It’s like I’m a glob of nothing in a big world of everything. If I bring in money, I feel a lot of power coming out of me. I can have freedom to do what I want and when I want (when I’m not working, of course, and if I got enough money..I’m not rich for goodness sakes). I was working at a place for years until I finally gave up and left those sorry people behind. So much negativity…it was driving me up the wall. And it was sad because I quit that job about 3 times before. I don’t know why I kept running back. It had to of been because of the money and not about happiness. There HAS to be a middle ground somewhere. I told myself that this time I’m not going back. I left for good and I left with a bang. They wouldn’t let me back if my life depended on it. Thankfully. So I went and filled out surveys for money…it kept my brain functioning so I can still have it in me to look for another job. Now, I’m happy and working at a better place. It’s still fun to fill out those surveys and remember what made me survive my months without a job. I walk around with a smile because I have a good job and I don’t have to earn money penny by penny anymore.

sweet are the uses of adversity i have good friends in my life,first when i studied in my school have more friend,they help me for my studied.because i am a poor family so all friend help to me.i am also studied very well so my family engage me,i met my life partner in my school life,she has good habit so i like very much.she is also like me,we had studied very well.but i got good and high marks,she has low mark .so i have gone to higher study but she was in her home.i completed studied i got good job from mturk,so i met marriage her.now we work in home with mturk she is also work with me.we have very pleasure in our family and also my family has very pleasure.no we get one child .thank you,we are very well and very happy in our life. we got good job with mturk so we are lucky man.now my family give respect to us and take care very important.my relation is giving response us,and call to their home.my friends help us,and give some materials for live and give dinner for me.i have many good friend in my life so i proud of my life ,i don’t forget my friends still my long life .i had many worry before in my marriage life now i get god friend and good wife,so now i have proud of my wife.so every man get good friend and wife,i bless to God for all my friend. my friend help any time and give some money and some advice .thank you my friend.God bless to all my friends.

I used to see the man with a leg crippled begging for alms.He is mentally not very sound.So he would call out every one standing in the bus stand for a cup of coffee.Daily he used to beg for coffee from me.I also took pity on that man and offered him money to get coffee.I did it often though not regularly. The out break of chickencunia,a dangerous epidemic completely crippled the normal life in the town.So this begger was also a victim lying near a dust bin uncared, begging for treatment.Nobody including myself offered help.But a good hearted police took him to near by government hospital for treatment!I dare not go that side because my heart would not tolerate the pathetic sight.After a week I happened to pass that side noticed unwillingly the place where he was lying.I saw the place empty and a vender who knew me told that the man succumbed to death due to the epidemic inspite of the treatment offered freely.Only a local governing officers made arrangement for the disposel of the body,as he was a lonely man lived by himself.

I was having an uneventful weekend and I was going to go into work with my roomate since we both work in the same place and had the same idea. When we arrived at the building we realized we didn’t have our access badges, and thus we couldn’t get in, and had to walk back to our apartments. As it was a warm day once we got our badges we also changed our shirts and set out to go back to work. We were half way back when my roommate realized he had put his badge into the shirt he had then taken off, and we went back to the apartment to get it, again. In the end we got into the building and got some work done - the irony being that the weekend this ended up not being an entirely uneventful weekend.

I became a Mechanical Turk-er about two months ago to see if I could earn a few extra dollars toward Amazon purchases. I had no expectations that it would be stable, steady, or adequate income - the HITs rarely pay more than 20 cents per session, it is literally slave wages. But since money is tight in my household from thousands of dollars of student loan debt, credit bills, and an overall tightening of my spending, I want to be able to buy the occasional book without dipping in to grocery money. At first, I would try any HIT that I was qualified for. Now I am much more selective – choosing only the moderate to higher paying ones (someone posted a HIT for “$0.00.” I wonder how many takers there were?) and the ones whose level of work seems worth the compensation ($.03 for 10 pages of photo labels? No, thanks). Thus far, I have focused on surveys and labeling photographs, hoping for bonuses but not expecting them. I have submitted over 200 hits with only three or four rejections (I really wish they would explain what the problem was), and have earned enough to buy a birthday present. In this economy, it is nice to have a way to legitimately earn extra money without selling body parts or becoming the only 34 year old PhD who joined a gang. People who expect to get rich Turking will be highly disappointed, but overall, it has been fun and economically helpful.

Three years ago, I rescued a sad looking plant from a neighbor’s kitchen window sill. It had been a bright red gerbera daisy, blooming and filling her kitchen with color. But after a few weeks of inattention, the plant began to wither and droop. The soil in the pot got dry and crusty, resisting the water that my friend poured on it, in hopes of reviving it. Eventually, she just gave up and the little plant languished, almost dead. Being the hopeful gardener that I am, I attempted a rescue. First, I removed the plant from its pot, soaked it in a bucket of water for a few hours to allow the water to thoroughly saturate the soil, spread the pot-bound roots a bit, pruned back the dead and dying leaves, and then planted it in my terrace garden. The soil there was rich and moist, full of good compost. The spot was sunny but somewhat protected from the wind. It enjoyed the advantage in the wintertime of a microclimate created by the dryer vent which blew gentle zephyrs to warm the air near my little gerbera daisy. With all this attention, my rescued plant flourished. I was even rewarded that winter, much to my surprise, by the most cheerful, brightly blooming red daisy you have ever seen…in December! The plant was happy. Its atmosphere was conducive to growth. Yes, the daisy endured the occasional covering of snow and the intense heat of summer. But I watered it when necessary, added compost once a season, picked off the dead flowers, and cared for it.

I think it would be nice to memorialize the events of September 11, by sharing our personal experiences. Here’s mine. I was on the subway going to work. I live at 112th Street, and my office is on 22nd Street, so I only use one subway, the #1, going from the 110th Street Station to the 23rd Street Station. On this particular day, the subway stopped at Times Square (42nd Street) and an announcement was made, no downtown service. As we left the car, I overheard someone say that an airplane had hit the World Trade Center, and it was an attack on our country. Some people laughed, and I laughed, because it was absurd. I walked out of the station and started down Seventh Avenue. I had forgotten all about the World Trade Center. I was focussed on getting to work, which was a mile away at this point, and I knew I’d be pretty late. As I walked down the avenue, I noticed groups of people congregating around stores with televisions in the windows. But I was still oblivious to “news” or anything untoward happening in the city. When I reached 22nd Street, I turned east (my building is between Sixth Avenue and Fifth Avenue). When I got to Sixth Avenue, I could see people looking south. So when I reached the corner, I looked south. The World Trade Center appeared at the end of the avenue. Because it was so tall, you could almost see the entire expanse of the building, from the ground to the roof. And both buildings were on fire. It was an amazing sight, like nothing I’d ever known before. Immense, billowing smoke was pouring out in a southern stream. Although I was mesmerized by the sight of the fire, I rushed to my office. When I got there, the president of my company was coming out the door, saying, “I’ve got to go home. It isn’t safe. The country is under attack. The WTC and the Pentagon have been hit.” I asked him if everyone had gone home, and he said they were all on the roof of the building. So I went to the roof. Here was an even better view of the buildings, nearly unobstructed. About 2 minutes after I got up there, the first building (2 WTC) collapsed, pancaking down, creating havoc, debris, and untold dead. Everyone on the roof was speechless, though there was some sobbing, I don’t know from whom. I myself was stock still, shocked but fascinated, still finding it absurd and yet pregnant with ramifications for the future. I stayed on the roof for another 45 minutes, watching the second tower fall. Then, with the others, I slowly walked down the stairs of the building to the street, and I walked home (about 6 miles away). There was no panic in the streets that I saw. Everyone was walking slowly home. Cell phones didn’t work, so people lined up outside payphones. I knew my chances for calling anyone were slim, so I waited until I got home to call my parents in Salt Lake. They had watched the entire event on the television, and my mother’s first words to me were, “now you know what Pearl Harbor was like.” At the time, my niece’s husband, Chris Williams, was staying with me. He arrived home some hours later, and we were grateful to see each other. I spent the rest of the day, and the rest of the week, watching the news coverage like everyone else. We didn’t return to work until Friday. Although I was a witness to these events, I wasn’t personally affected in any way (although my hometown, Summit, NJ, was hard-hit — it was featured on 60 Minutes, and one well-known casualty, Todd Rancke, was someone who had dated my little sister). There is probably some stress-related trauma which I’ve experienced as difficulty concentrating and other physiological symptoms, but for the most part, I am unharmed and unaltered by the experience. But it certainly was vivid, perhaps my most vivid memory of all