<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358653808483828764</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:28:43.189-04:00</updated><category term='photoshop na veia'/><category term='ufo'/><title type='text'>Passatempo Legal</title><subtitle type='html'>Um pouco do que eu faço no computador ou o que vejo nas ruas, ainda o meu dia a dia com  as pessoas que me rodeiam.
Nada de formalidade, só passa-tempo.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emílio José</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973368264287432862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496404144605689330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então acabou a Copa!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje quando abri a gaveta para pegar uma camiseta, reparei naquela camiseta amarelinha que nem a luz do sol queria ir abraçá-la, símbolo da nação, orgulho nacional que agora vai ficar "dando um tempo", até a próxima vez que o nosso Brasil esteja novamente em campo.&lt;br /&gt;O Interessante é que mesmo sem estar sendo focalizado pela luz do sol ela brilha assim mesmo porque contém luz própria... até mais ver amarelinha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358653808483828764-3719216722692941447?l=emiliojose1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/feeds/3719216722692941447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300" id="widget"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://pinpix.ig.com.br/Content/widgets/widget_videomix.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="conteudo=201002071909516162386&amp;amp;base=http://pinpix.ig.com.br/&amp;amp;ew=400&amp;amp;eh=300"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:5px"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinpix.ig.com.br/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pinpix.ig.com.br/m/3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float:left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinpix.ig.com.br/Widgets.mvc/Novo/6"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pinpix.ig.com.br/m/62.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358653808483828764-5392943681069916600?l=emiliojose1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358653808483828764.post-504958335528018377</id><published>2009-10-15T22:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T23:16:09.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fazer modelagens direto no computador</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Para você que gosta de modelagem mas fica horrorizado com a sujeira da argila, veja o software que faz no seu computador um jeito de modelar,  amassar a massa, construir a sua estátua  e sem sujar as mãos você constroi seus modelos que poderão ser utilizados para imprimir até mesmo em impressoras 3D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se você gostou e quer maiores detalhes envie um email para o Professor Raul Tabajara:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(119, 119, 119); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;                                                                                                                        raultabajara@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="457" height="368"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://storage.mais.uol.com.br/embed.swf?mediaId=353070&amp;amp;start_loading=false&amp;amp;start_paused=true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;embed width="457" height="368" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="window" src="http://storage.mais.uol.com.br/embed.swf?mediaId=353070&amp;amp;start_loading=false&amp;amp;start_paused=true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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José</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973368264287432862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358653808483828764.post-857991174654869671</id><published>2008-11-07T19:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:36:53.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou sem nó na garganta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SRTPsLPhN8I/AAAAAAAAD7g/4O-X02UgWko/s1600-h/gravata-n%C3%B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 357px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SRTPsLPhN8I/AAAAAAAAD7g/4O-X02UgWko/s400/gravata-n%C3%B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266062222142027714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Para quem não sabe dar nó em uma gravata eu posso dizer que existem várias maneiras, mas esta é bem simples, muito usada e resolve o problema.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358653808483828764-857991174654869671?l=emiliojose1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/feeds/857991174654869671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358653808483828764&amp;postID=857991174654869671' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/857991174654869671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/857991174654869671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/2008/11/para-quem-no-sabe-dar-n-em-uma-gravata.html' title='Estou sem nó na garganta!'/><author><name>Emílio José</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973368264287432862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SRTPsLPhN8I/AAAAAAAAD7g/4O-X02UgWko/s72-c/gravata-n%C3%B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358653808483828764.post-7136190218116639129</id><published>2008-10-21T21:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:20:19.587-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Comunhão de bens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SP5_RLPPbUI/AAAAAAAAD54/ibkyA6nSoIc/s1600-h/metadinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SP5_RLPPbUI/AAAAAAAAD54/ibkyA6nSoIc/s400/metadinha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259781347866537282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La pelos fins desse mundo grande, o juiz decretou que o marido tem o direito de ficar com a metade dos bens,  então ele ficou com a metade da casa também.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358653808483828764-7136190218116639129?l=emiliojose1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/feeds/7136190218116639129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358653808483828764&amp;postID=7136190218116639129' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/7136190218116639129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/7136190218116639129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/2008/10/comunho-de-bens.html' title='Comunhão de bens'/><author><name>Emílio José</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973368264287432862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SP5_RLPPbUI/AAAAAAAAD54/ibkyA6nSoIc/s72-c/metadinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358653808483828764.post-3702876189407313229</id><published>2008-10-13T22:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:42:37.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Máquina de distrair cachorro</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4PcL6-mjRNk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4PcL6-mjRNk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho um cachorro desse aí, mas a máquina não.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358653808483828764-3702876189407313229?l=emiliojose1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/feeds/3702876189407313229/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358653808483828764&amp;postID=3702876189407313229' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/3702876189407313229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/3702876189407313229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='Máquina de distrair cachorro'/><author><name>Emílio José</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973368264287432862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358653808483828764.post-1064121628852301425</id><published>2008-10-11T00:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T00:18:28.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>La tinha Arte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SPAntP4KJ7I/AAAAAAAAD5A/XKWaiWLm2qs/s1600-h/porzellan5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SPAntP4KJ7I/AAAAAAAAD5A/XKWaiWLm2qs/s400/porzellan5.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255744423451043762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu também gostei muito das latinhas de porcelana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com.br/imgres?imgurl=http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y184/squigy101/fish-face.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://rodrigohashimoto.com/%3Fp%3D88&amp;amp;h=343&amp;amp;w=500&amp;amp;sz=26&amp;amp;hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;start=6&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;usg=__NHvpS8cptFZEJPaY5u497W8uK2I=&amp;amp;tbnid=UhoQUjmCTrY0fM:&amp;amp;tbnh=89&amp;amp;tbnw=130&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dface%2Bmove%2Bsite%26um%3D1%26hl%3Dpt-BR%26sa%3DN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358653808483828764-1064121628852301425?l=emiliojose1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/feeds/1064121628852301425/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358653808483828764&amp;postID=1064121628852301425' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/1064121628852301425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/1064121628852301425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/2008/10/eu-tambm-gostei-muito-das-latinhas-de.html' title='La tinha Arte'/><author><name>Emílio José</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973368264287432862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SPAntP4KJ7I/AAAAAAAAD5A/XKWaiWLm2qs/s72-c/porzellan5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358653808483828764.post-1161426961185782188</id><published>2008-09-29T14:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:37:03.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pássaro aprende a miar e cala papagaios.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SOEc5J7XefI/AAAAAAAAD44/CCBkTnBvcsk/s1600-h/passaro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SOEc5J7XefI/AAAAAAAAD44/CCBkTnBvcsk/s400/passaro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251510408733751794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainás (o da foto acima é da espécie _Acridotheres tristis_), comuns na Ásia, têm bastante facilidade para aprender a imitar sons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pássaro foi comprado por um senhor que o ensinou a falar, logo depois o dono adquiriu dois papagaios e os colocou perto da gaiola do mainá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os papagaios muito tagarelas enchiam o saco do passarinho, só ficavam quietos quando o gato da vizinha passava perto e miava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pássaro esperto percebeu que o som do gato metia medo em todos e começou a imitá-lo, e, os papagaios calavam a boca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O problema disse o dono:&lt;br /&gt;- Parece que o pássaro desaprendeu o chinês que eu havia ensinado.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/folha/bichos/ult10006u447511.shtml"&gt;fonte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358653808483828764-1161426961185782188?l=emiliojose1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/feeds/1161426961185782188/comments/default' title='Postar 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SOEc5J7XefI/AAAAAAAAD44/CCBkTnBvcsk/s72-c/passaro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358653808483828764.post-8368897988272814099</id><published>2008-09-25T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:50:51.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma questão de Estilo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SNvdF7tkNUI/AAAAAAAAD4A/4qXGZUZ03MY/s1600-h/foto2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SNvdF7tkNUI/AAAAAAAAD4A/4qXGZUZ03MY/s400/foto2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250032884628337986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu era pequeno, adorava ir brincar e procurar peças para fazer os meus carrinhos de rolemã em ambientes assim!, mas naquele tempo a gente chamava-os de:&lt;br /&gt;- Ferro Velho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358653808483828764-8368897988272814099?l=emiliojose1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/feeds/8368897988272814099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358653808483828764&amp;postID=8368897988272814099' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/8368897988272814099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/8368897988272814099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/2008/09/uma-questo-de-estilo.html' title='Uma 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Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zlfKdbWwruY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zlfKdbWwruY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358653808483828764-7539638489125487706?l=emiliojose1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/feeds/7539638489125487706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358653808483828764&amp;postID=7539638489125487706' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SFq-GoygTFI/AAAAAAAADsc/7LbS3a0rUrY/s1600-h/ATT00069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SFq-GoygTFI/AAAAAAAADsc/7LbS3a0rUrY/s400/ATT00069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213688539872513106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Só uma observação: Quem procura essa placa é porque já está precisando, e,  já pensou depois de andar tudo isso, quando finalmente chegar lá, escutar: - Tem gente!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358653808483828764-2488639111260945468?l=emiliojose1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/feeds/2488639111260945468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358653808483828764.post-1154801078381358365</id><published>2008-06-09T16:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:42:22.549-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem não tem cão, caça com gato!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Mas me diga lá!, você disse que estava carregando um trator enorme e que parou o motor do barco, mas como você chegou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Remando, oras bolas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1752727&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1752727&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 5px 0pt; text-align: center; width: 480px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See more &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/videos"&gt;funny videos&lt;/a&gt; at CollegeHumor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358653808483828764-1154801078381358365?l=emiliojose1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/feeds/1154801078381358365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358653808483828764&amp;postID=1154801078381358365' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/1154801078381358365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/1154801078381358365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/2008/06/mas-me-diga-l-voc-disse-que-estava.html' title='Quem não tem cão, caça com gato!'/><author><name>Emílio José</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973368264287432862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358653808483828764.post-2072155314849038440</id><published>2008-06-05T13:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T15:09:48.780-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ufo'/><title type='text'>OVNI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como eu posso duvidar que existam seres extraterrestres, quando nossos cientistas nos mostram que até o planeta Marte, sempre conhecidos como um lugar deserto, ainda tem em suas enormes crateras água congelada, e nós sabemos que onde tem o elemento água tem vida, pelo menos o tipo de vida que conhecemos, e se tem água logo aí na vizinhança, imaginem então em todo esse universo.&lt;br /&gt;Que existem seres extraterrestres isso é quase que certo, mas o que nós ainda não sabemos é como transpor tamanha distância para chegar a um desses lugares e fazermos contato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partindo desse ponto de vista onde apenas a distância seria o problema para contatar os seres de outro planeta, nos os humanos, simples terráqueos, ainda vamos ficar presos no sistema solar por alguns longos anos, mas será que alguém já descobriu como ultrapassar a distância  que nos separa, como utilizar teoria da dobra espacial, seria um buraco negro a porta de entrada ou saída para se ultrapassar fronteiras?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem andando pelas ruas do bairro encontrei um desses seres ao vivo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SEgrzgR67bI/AAAAAAAADrk/VWA1pMwG9iM/s1600-h/ovni1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SEgrzgR67bI/AAAAAAAADrk/VWA1pMwG9iM/s400/ovni1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208461132892401074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saquei de minha máquina de registrar imagens e Click!..., Como podem notar é um sujeito cinza, para disfarçar seus longos olhos ele está usando óculos escuros, mas reparem na distância de seu pescoço, é muito longa, e nesse sorriso de satisfação, mesmo estando em um traje tão pesado, estamos com uma temperatura alta, acho que deve ter ar condicionado dentro do traje dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SEgrzwR67cI/AAAAAAAADrs/TEXiWKsEFk8/s1600-h/ovni2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SEgrzwR67cI/AAAAAAAADrs/TEXiWKsEFk8/s400/ovni2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208461137187368386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fiquei reparando por algum tempo e notei que seus movimentos são do tipo robotizado, e depois de vários gestos ele sempre acaba nessa posição. Estaria ele tentando dizer algo, alguma informação?, Será que ele aponta para algo além de nossa compreensão? Ou será que ele apenas é um cidadão ganhando a vida fazendo propaganda em frente à loja e chamando a atenção daqueles que passam para os produtos que estão sendo vendidos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica a dúvida! Se você quer despistar alguém e se esconder em um lugar onde ninguém jamais procuraria, então faça o óbvio, ninguém vai suspeitar que um trabalhador "extraterrestre" em plena calçada da Zona Sul de São Paulo fosse realmente um ser de outro planeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se você ainda está em dúvida basta então ver o filme que consegui da NASA, fiquei anos pesquisando onde poderia arrumar tais provas dos viajantes dos espaço, mas graças a internet alguém que tem o meu endereço eletrônico enviou-me esse filme dizendo que era da NASA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veja “com seus próprios olhos” e depois comentem no meu blog se o filme é ou não é real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Obs: Segundo o email recebido, o filme foi gravado por uma turista alemã em uma das ilhas do Caribe, ao norte de Trinidady y Tobago no dia 16/08/2007 às 05:50 da manha em uma praia que é um santuário para exploração submarina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d1bf78673d1c4e15" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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Fabricar algo para todos é muito útil mas ter o prazer de ficar horas se dedicando a confeccionar apenas uma peça, e depois de pronta olhar para aquela arte e dizer, fui eu que fiz com as minhas mãos, não tem nada que se compara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SEbGWAR67WI/AAAAAAAADq8/TezfBwzsvY8/s1600-h/olaria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SEbGWAR67WI/AAAAAAAADq8/TezfBwzsvY8/s400/olaria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208068100435144034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SEbGWAR67XI/AAAAAAAADrE/h2g8kb6I-YI/s1600-h/padaria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; 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font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Bonita camisa, Fernandinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ac7f93d3f784ddad" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dac7f93d3f784ddad%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331582019%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D14B5AB022E55D006C8781BEFBE6D94C03388D06F.7C88697EB69B612F6C9B62E99F4C02667DAB1A16%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dac7f93d3f784ddad%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DI7RGRIOF6acEhwilLxA8562dQ9E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dac7f93d3f784ddad%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331582019%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D14B5AB022E55D006C8781BEFBE6D94C03388D06F.7C88697EB69B612F6C9B62E99F4C02667DAB1A16%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dac7f93d3f784ddad%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DI7RGRIOF6acEhwilLxA8562dQ9E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu curti muito essa próxima aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Formiguinhas - Philco!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-359eeb5fc508c56f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D359eeb5fc508c56f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331582019%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E39FF1D25CF93B9CCC464D04F689932F8C2E678.70B4E9A706E8AD1B5759CBE87544420D2ECD4564%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D359eeb5fc508c56f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoSWCXt3SmqyxZPHoCw4y2CyiXLg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D359eeb5fc508c56f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331582019%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E39FF1D25CF93B9CCC464D04F689932F8C2E678.70B4E9A706E8AD1B5759CBE87544420D2ECD4564%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D359eeb5fc508c56f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoSWCXt3SmqyxZPHoCw4y2CyiXLg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A proxima fazia o meu filho caçula parar com o que estivesse fazendo e ficar grudado na TV para  assistir esse desenho animado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Aquarela - Faber Lapis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-457f87a763b5f62b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D457f87a763b5f62b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331582019%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D224AB9703CE73E2000D06AF5A850AE77EA133BE6.568322792368799BABC192C3AAD381DD88806ED9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D457f87a763b5f62b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8bbhW3GEcyDAczqrvkfu7gMU3dg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D457f87a763b5f62b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331582019%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D224AB9703CE73E2000D06AF5A850AE77EA133BE6.568322792368799BABC192C3AAD381DD88806ED9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D457f87a763b5f62b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8bbhW3GEcyDAczqrvkfu7gMU3dg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Valeu né.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358653808483828764-8685616183863297497?l=emiliojose1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=359eeb5fc508c56f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=457f87a763b5f62b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ac7f93d3f784ddad&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/feeds/8685616183863297497/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358653808483828764&amp;postID=8685616183863297497' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/8685616183863297497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/8685616183863297497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/2008/05/propaganda-antiga.html' title='Propaganda antiga'/><author><name>Emílio José</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973368264287432862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358653808483828764.post-4061279969182522196</id><published>2008-05-13T12:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T12:15:34.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Irena Sendler</title><content type='html'>Ontem, 11 de Maio de 2008, eu li nos noticiários sobre a morte de uma senhora de 98 anos que lutou e sofreu muito na segunda guerra, aí eu fui aos meus arquivos e peguei o documento que tinha sobre essa pessoa, são fatos da segunda guerra mundial, momentos tristes daqueles acontecimentos nos “guetos” Europeus, O nome dela é Irena Sendler, a heroína de Varsóvia que ajudou a salvar 2.500 meninos.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCm7tNyTU8I/AAAAAAAADn0/_cw4ykyU2Ns/s1600-h/irena1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCm7tNyTU8I/AAAAAAAADn0/_cw4ykyU2Ns/s400/irena1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199893630245098434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ela estava vivendo em um asilo no centro de Varsóvia, depois da guerra foi sentenciada a morte, chegou a constar nas listas de executados, mas na verdade, os responsáveis pela execução foram subornados pela resistência para deixa-lá viva, Irena não deveria morrer com o segredo da localização dos meninos, foi deixada viva com os braços e pés quebrados além de outras torturas. Irena mudando de nome ainda serviu por muitos anos.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCm7ttyTU9I/AAAAAAAADn8/zwr0IAFpg8E/s1600-h/irena2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCm7ttyTU9I/AAAAAAAADn8/zwr0IAFpg8E/s400/irena2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199893638835033042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ao contrário da fama obtida por Schindler, graças ao filme de Steven Spielberg, Irena Sendler viveu e morreu sem ser reconhecida pelo grande público, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;mas em sua cidade anos mais tarde, após a guerra, foi divulgada a sua história nos jornais locais e sua maior felicidade foi a de poder rever alguns homens que naquela época triste ela pode salvá-los.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“ Lembro de seu rosto... sou um daqueles meninos, lhe devo a minha vida, meu futuro, e gostaria de ve-la!”&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCm7t9yTU-I/AAAAAAAADoE/ACO_6hKRezw/s1600-h/irena3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCm7t9yTU-I/AAAAAAAADoE/ACO_6hKRezw/s400/irena3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199893643130000354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Irena Sendler 1910 / 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358653808483828764-4061279969182522196?l=emiliojose1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/feeds/4061279969182522196/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358653808483828764&amp;postID=4061279969182522196' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/4061279969182522196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/4061279969182522196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/2008/05/irena-sendler.html' title='Irena Sendler'/><author><name>Emílio José</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973368264287432862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCm7tNyTU8I/AAAAAAAADn0/_cw4ykyU2Ns/s72-c/irena1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358653808483828764.post-2615044145504939676</id><published>2008-05-12T16:58:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:40:06.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boa Idéia!</title><content type='html'>Para aqueles que gostam de ótimas idéias, eis algumas sugestões, não sei se  na prática  é tão bom assim, mas como idéia inicial é muito boa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCiwhNyTU1I/AAAAAAAADm8/vcSGuL2TgwI/s1600-h/boaid%C3%A9ia+%2822%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCiwhNyTU1I/AAAAAAAADm8/vcSGuL2TgwI/s400/boaid%C3%A9ia+%2822%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199599854482051922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Temporizador para chá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gire o reloginho até o nível de preparo desejável, quanto mais o saquinho ficar na água quente, mais forte será o seu chá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCiwhdyTU2I/AAAAAAAADnE/woqjCaJFvzY/s1600-h/boaid%C3%A9ia+%2825%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCiwhdyTU2I/AAAAAAAADnE/woqjCaJFvzY/s400/boaid%C3%A9ia+%2825%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199599858777019234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para aqueles que não dispensam uma boa ópera de banheiro, a esponja já vem no formato de um microfone. Curta o seu Carabanhooke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCiwhtyTU3I/AAAAAAAADnM/K8xqkRbOJBo/s1600-h/boaid%C3%A9ia+%2826%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCiwhtyTU3I/AAAAAAAADnM/K8xqkRbOJBo/s400/boaid%C3%A9ia+%2826%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199599863071986546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O problema desse copo aqui fica não só para os canhotos, como também para a posição em que ele for deixado, voce terá que rodar sua mão até encaixar no molde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCiwiNyTU4I/AAAAAAAADnU/ZDBm8RTG1OU/s1600-h/boaid%C3%A9ia+%2812%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCiwiNyTU4I/AAAAAAAADnU/ZDBm8RTG1OU/s400/boaid%C3%A9ia+%2812%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199599871661921154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Essa escada vai pegar em?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCiwEtyTUwI/AAAAAAAADmU/iCwpf1TuPj8/s1600-h/boaid%C3%A9ia+%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCiwEtyTUwI/AAAAAAAADmU/iCwpf1TuPj8/s400/boaid%C3%A9ia+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199599364855780098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você for um homem muito ocupado, mas que não dispensa o hábito de cumprimentar as pessoas, essa fechadura faz isso para você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCiwFdyTUxI/AAAAAAAADmc/nERmxu8wwlY/s1600-h/boaid%C3%A9ia+%2816%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCiwFdyTUxI/AAAAAAAADmc/nERmxu8wwlY/s400/boaid%C3%A9ia+%2816%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199599377740682002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guarda-chuva para namorados, só que se você sair sózinho vai ter sempre um carona no seu pé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCiwGNyTUyI/AAAAAAAADmk/oxKAcozSRj8/s1600-h/boaid%C3%A9ia+%2818%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCiwGNyTUyI/AAAAAAAADmk/oxKAcozSRj8/s400/boaid%C3%A9ia+%2818%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199599390625583906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Essa idéia é muito boa, economiza o espaço do balcão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCiwGtyTUzI/AAAAAAAADms/EA7Kp4p-Yio/s1600-h/boaid%C3%A9ia+%2819%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCiwGtyTUzI/AAAAAAAADms/EA7Kp4p-Yio/s400/boaid%C3%A9ia+%2819%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199599399215518514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega de incomodar os outros para registrar os seus momentos, esse equipamento vem também no tamanho ideal para ver através do muro da sua vizinha gostosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCiwIdyTU0I/AAAAAAAADm0/fhLBAnuOhsA/s1600-h/boaid%C3%A9ia+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCiwIdyTU0I/AAAAAAAADm0/fhLBAnuOhsA/s400/boaid%C3%A9ia+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199599429280289602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra que viver subindo em balanças, com essa cinta métrica você saberá de imediato quando tem que fechar a boca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCi3CNyTU5I/AAAAAAAADnc/Pkb5LcQfgY8/s1600-h/boaid%C3%A9ia+%2823%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCi3CNyTU5I/AAAAAAAADnc/Pkb5LcQfgY8/s400/boaid%C3%A9ia+%2823%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199607018487501714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha preferida, para aquelas escadas que realmente não dão para usar o espaço perdido na parte de baixo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358653808483828764-2615044145504939676?l=emiliojose1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/feeds/2615044145504939676/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358653808483828764&amp;postID=2615044145504939676' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/2615044145504939676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/2615044145504939676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/2008/05/boa-idia.html' title='Boa Idéia!'/><author><name>Emílio José</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973368264287432862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCiwhNyTU1I/AAAAAAAADm8/vcSGuL2TgwI/s72-c/boaid%C3%A9ia+%2822%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358653808483828764.post-7205467214055839296</id><published>2008-05-10T14:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T14:32:09.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Antes e depois</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCXkXe9m2PI/AAAAAAAADlQ/DI0_lxKZQ6Y/s1600-h/foto9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCXkXe9m2PI/AAAAAAAADlQ/DI0_lxKZQ6Y/s400/foto9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198812436968691954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Benvidos senhoras e senhores, hoje estamos em festa, mas aqueles balões não são para o padre voar, quem vai voar agora são os automóveis por cima do rio, aqui em interlagos está sendo inaugurada a nova ponte que liga São Paulo a minha casa,. Tá bom!, se alguém mais precisar utilizá-la estejam a vontade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCXkXe9m2QI/AAAAAAAADlY/_24dMtsNbc8/s1600-h/foto9b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCXkXe9m2QI/AAAAAAAADlY/_24dMtsNbc8/s400/foto9b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198812436968691970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eis o carro do vereador, tadinho! ele ainda anda de ônibus, mas um dia ele vai ter um possante igual ao meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCXkHu9m2II/AAAAAAAADkY/3_tHWOHreXI/s1600-h/foto2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCXkHu9m2II/AAAAAAAADkY/3_tHWOHreXI/s400/foto2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198812166385752194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Você está vendo a antiga rua de acesso a ponte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCXkHe9m2HI/AAAAAAAADkQ/lYa6btaG8Pc/s1600-h/foto1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCXkHe9m2HI/AAAAAAAADkQ/lYa6btaG8Pc/s400/foto1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198812162090784882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Agora ela está mais larga...,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCXkIO9m2LI/AAAAAAAADkw/V8vY9fkNUCs/s1600-h/foto5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCXkIO9m2LI/AAAAAAAADkw/V8vY9fkNUCs/s400/foto5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198812174975686834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...tem até metrô aéreo para chegar até aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCXkHu9m2JI/AAAAAAAADkg/tIGLVv3y0Ig/s1600-h/foto3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCXkHu9m2JI/AAAAAAAADkg/tIGLVv3y0Ig/s400/foto3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198812166385752210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa era a entrada da rua que dá o acesso onde moro, complicado para explicar ao povo que tinha de virar a esquerda e subir, todos entravam na contra mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCXkH-9m2KI/AAAAAAAADko/rsXF-Rf6vfE/s1600-h/foto4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCXkH-9m2KI/AAAAAAAADko/rsXF-Rf6vfE/s400/foto4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198812170680719522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Agora tem barreiras e muitos avisos para uma melhor circulação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCXkW-9m2MI/AAAAAAAADk4/2UdLAQ8LUrA/s1600-h/foto6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCXkW-9m2MI/AAAAAAAADk4/2UdLAQ8LUrA/s400/foto6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198812428378757314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pessoal que estava morando aqui foi embora,  construiram o jardim e nossa entrada do bairro ficou muito bonita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCXkXO9m2NI/AAAAAAAADlA/1gk6q-wsUd0/s1600-h/foto7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCXkXO9m2NI/AAAAAAAADlA/1gk6q-wsUd0/s400/foto7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198812432673724626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se quizer aparecer por aqui, é só atravessar a ponte Nova e depois do terceiro farol virar a esquerda e subir a ladeira, eu moro lá em cima.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358653808483828764-7205467214055839296?l=emiliojose1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/feeds/7205467214055839296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358653808483828764&amp;postID=7205467214055839296' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/7205467214055839296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/7205467214055839296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/2008/05/antes-e-depois.html' title='Antes e depois'/><author><name>Emílio José</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973368264287432862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCXkXe9m2PI/AAAAAAAADlQ/DI0_lxKZQ6Y/s72-c/foto9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358653808483828764.post-3679458457750583376</id><published>2008-05-09T18:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T19:25:38.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Descendo a rua da minha casa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;u moro em uma rua muito sossegada, mas de vez em quando o silêncio é quebrado  pelos roncos dos automóveis, o grau de inclinação é bastante forte, e os motores tem que roncar para levar os carros até o alto da colina. Mas em compensação aqui não tem futebol, os meninos preferem ruas retas. Hoje o silêncio foi cortado pelos sons das cabras. Elas fugiram da cerca onde moram e foram comer flores nas calçadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCTWO-9m2CI/AAAAAAAADjo/En790k4ru7Q/s1600-h/bicho1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCTWO-9m2CI/AAAAAAAADjo/En790k4ru7Q/s400/bicho1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198515422800304162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É muito interessante ver animais como esses, agora vejam só eu ia saindo de casa tão tranqüilo&lt;br /&gt;e derrepende o transito ficou complicado, estava no meio das vacas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCTWRe9m2GI/AAAAAAAADkI/iJIIN68LnN0/s1600-h/bicho5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCTWRe9m2GI/AAAAAAAADkI/iJIIN68LnN0/s400/bicho5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198515465749977186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opa!, vamos devagar que eu vou tirar uma foto para o meu blog, acho que vou dar o título de "atrás das vacas", "seguindo as vaquinhas" ou  "A onde as vacas vão, eu vou atrás".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCTWP-9m2DI/AAAAAAAADjw/w9AoL1477ag/s1600-h/bicho2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCTWP-9m2DI/AAAAAAAADjw/w9AoL1477ag/s400/bicho2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198515439980173362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já tomei leite de vaca tirado na hora, e, posso dizer que além da dor de barriga que dá , para quem não está acostumado como eu, também tem um sabor muito forte, esses leite de padaria parecem água branca perto do leite tirado na hora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCTWQ-9m2FI/AAAAAAAADkA/7sXkOrGf5IQ/s1600-h/bicho4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCTWQ-9m2FI/AAAAAAAADkA/7sXkOrGf5IQ/s400/bicho4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198515457160042578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que tem uma lei proibindo animais de grande porte em área urbana, mas acho que elas não sabe disso não!., atrapalham a minha passagem, andam muito devagar e nem tem placa para serem multadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCTWQu9m2EI/AAAAAAAADj4/Tti4TO9Bg4g/s1600-h/bicho3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCTWQu9m2EI/AAAAAAAADj4/Tti4TO9Bg4g/s400/bicho3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198515452865075266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bom!,  deixa as vaquinhas seguirem o seu caminho, eu vou virar pro outro lado,  vou ver a ponte que inauguraram mais lá em baixo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358653808483828764-3679458457750583376?l=emiliojose1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/feeds/3679458457750583376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358653808483828764&amp;postID=3679458457750583376' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/3679458457750583376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/3679458457750583376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/2008/05/descendo-rua-da-minha-casa.html' title='Descendo a rua da minha casa.'/><author><name>Emílio José</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973368264287432862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCTWO-9m2CI/AAAAAAAADjo/En790k4ru7Q/s72-c/bicho1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358653808483828764.post-7668412343959035427</id><published>2008-05-07T19:49:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T01:04:08.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tapando o buraco da rua.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Neste Blog eu já mostrei a troca de poste e a pintura nos muros, agora vamos ver mais uma aventura dos nossos heróis, Os Super Tapa-Buracos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veja na foto abaixo que para evitar um problema com alguma moto que passasse por aqui foi jogado no buraco um barro vermelho na tentativa de não deixar ninguém cair ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCJALgrAgtI/AAAAAAAADiY/AcgF9A2Kvgg/s1600-h/buraco1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCJALgrAgtI/AAAAAAAADiY/AcgF9A2Kvgg/s400/buraco1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197787486432035538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como nós estamos em época de eleições foi muito fácil para trazer a equipe até aqui, mas tivemos que esperar o dia certo, o caminhão sai com uma rota já planejada e se a rua solicitada estiver no bairro por onde ele irá passar fica mais fácil o atendimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCJALwrAguI/AAAAAAAADig/sr59hDotkWM/s1600-h/buraco2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCJALwrAguI/AAAAAAAADig/sr59hDotkWM/s400/buraco2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197787490727002850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desta vez vieram,o caminhão que trazia o material utilizado para tapar os buracos, e, uma perua com os trabalhadores, isso é muito bom para eles pois antigamente o caminhão era abastecido e depois todo mundo subia na caçamba de carona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCJALwrAgvI/AAAAAAAADio/WSQpHWhwr_U/s1600-h/buraco3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCJALwrAgvI/AAAAAAAADio/WSQpHWhwr_U/s400/buraco3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197787490727002866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sei que gente vive reclamando de como é difícil conseguir os serviços necessários para a manutenção da rua, mas não é pra menos, a conversa no telefone é sempre a mesma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Senhor!, para ser considerado buraco tem que ter mais que 30 centimentos de diâmetro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- Se o buraco estiver no caminho de algum cano de água então o problema é da SABESP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Se o Sr. não for parente direto do Prefeito,e nem tiver a Foto do Santo protetor autografada por sua Santidade o Papa, e assim vai..., mas depois que que esses pequenos problemas são solucionados e chega o caminhão, os trabalhadores nada tem a ver com isso, eles vem sempre com muita vontade de trabalhar, e mesmo nesse sol eles não arredam o pé, assim sendo nossas Anjos da Guarda estão sempre alertas e prestativas para dar um apoio a esses homens que dão um duro danando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCJAMArAgxI/AAAAAAAADi4/SrZDgMEcOLQ/s1600-h/buraco5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCJAMArAgxI/AAAAAAAADi4/SrZDgMEcOLQ/s400/buraco5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197787495021970194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ninguém é de ferro!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCJAdgrAgyI/AAAAAAAADjA/BQlu-hfUo3o/s1600-h/buraco6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCJAdgrAgyI/AAAAAAAADjA/BQlu-hfUo3o/s400/buraco6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197787795669680930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCJAdwrAgzI/AAAAAAAADjI/s3N3ksOrtqs/s1600-h/buraco7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCJAdwrAgzI/AAAAAAAADjI/s3N3ksOrtqs/s400/buraco7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197787799964648242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Era uma vez o buraco!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358653808483828764-7668412343959035427?l=emiliojose1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/feeds/7668412343959035427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358653808483828764&amp;postID=7668412343959035427' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/7668412343959035427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/7668412343959035427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/2008/05/neste-blog-eu-j-mostrei-troca-de-poste.html' title='Tapando o buraco da rua.'/><author><name>Emílio José</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973368264287432862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SCJALgrAgtI/AAAAAAAADiY/AcgF9A2Kvgg/s72-c/buraco1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358653808483828764.post-2961332352672188688</id><published>2008-05-03T18:05:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T01:13:45.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A rua onde moro</title><content type='html'>Eu moro em um bairro onde não tem comércio, o transito é apenas local, quem passa por aqui são pessoas que moram aqui, em outras palavras é um lugar muito calmo que só fica movimento nos sábados devido a feira que tem na rua de cima. É até divertido dizer que nos temos segunda-feira, terça-feira... sexta-feira, e agora temos a feira no sábado.&lt;br /&gt;Quando fiquei sabendo que a feira da rua principal iria se mudar por causa da nova avenida que estava rasgando no bairro eu fiquei com o pé atráz, pois apesar da feira ser na rua de cima, no meio de um quarteirão onde na esquerda só tem um campo de futebol e na direita um terreno vazio, mesmo assim os problemas de carros e caminhões circulando existem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o dia está muito bonito e eu subi a rua para comprar aquele pastelzinho gostoso e quentinho na barraca que fica bem no inicio da feira, perto de casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando cheguei no alto da rua reparei que o poste que segura as placas com os nomes das ruas estava dobrado e caido para tráz, alguém deu um belo encontrão, provavelmente algum carro manobrando, veja na foto como ficou.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBzqht5JSVI/AAAAAAAADiI/Oy97oa-RF2Y/s1600-h/placa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBzqht5JSVI/AAAAAAAADiI/Oy97oa-RF2Y/s400/placa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196285935054571858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu registrei o momento, afinal das contas eu me lembro do dia em que essas placas foram colocadas, aqui nos tinhamos problemas, pois ninguém sabia os nomes das ruas e quando chegaram as placas no bairro facilitou muito a localização das ruas, é pra isso que elas servem.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que me chamou a atenção foi que os número que aparecem nessa placa indicam que a quadra, onde eu moro, vai de 93 até 139. Sou morador antigo por aqui, e,  não sei qual é o número da primeira casa e nem da última, mas sei que a minha casa é de número 187, então veja bem, foi preciso alguém modificar a posiçao do poste para chamar a minha atenção para que eu reparasse o erro da numeração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBzqhd5JSUI/AAAAAAAADiA/K4C5JMfWaFg/s1600-h/placa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBzqhd5JSUI/AAAAAAAADiA/K4C5JMfWaFg/s400/placa2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196285930759604546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiquei sabendo que o vizinho da casa em frente ao poste quebrado  já havia comunicado o estrago e que na segunda-feira virá um técnico para fazer a inspeção e providenciar o conserto.&lt;br /&gt;- Cá pra nós em!, alguem vai vir para cobrar os estragos, depois com o tempo ele arrumam o poste.&lt;br /&gt;Já que a rua não pode ficar sem o poste, eu pedi para um menino ficar aqui de pé fazendo a vez das placas, e, ele veio mesmo e trouxe o coleguinha para acompanhá-lo na brincadeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBzqgt5JSTI/AAAAAAAADh4/6xxmYz8kIbs/s1600-h/placa3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBzqgt5JSTI/AAAAAAAADh4/6xxmYz8kIbs/s400/placa3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196285917874702642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358653808483828764-2961332352672188688?l=emiliojose1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/feeds/2961332352672188688/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358653808483828764&amp;postID=2961332352672188688' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/2961332352672188688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/2961332352672188688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/2008/05/rua-onde-moro.html' title='A rua onde moro'/><author><name>Emílio José</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973368264287432862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBzqht5JSVI/AAAAAAAADiI/Oy97oa-RF2Y/s72-c/placa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358653808483828764.post-6980108159354751392</id><published>2008-05-02T21:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T22:43:29.782-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilusão de Ótica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A figura abaixo é representada por diversos círculos que  aparentemente podem estar se movendo, mas se você  estiver vendo algum movimento é apenas no seu cérebro.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBu73t5JSJI/AAAAAAAADgo/svINzXXX8ag/s1600-h/foto1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBu73t5JSJI/AAAAAAAADgo/svINzXXX8ag/s400/foto1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195953160988477586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fixe os olhos na próxima figura e depois me diz que não sentiu nada se mexer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBu9DN5JSMI/AAAAAAAADhA/ltJhJW7-bLQ/s1600-h/tela4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBu9DN5JSMI/AAAAAAAADhA/ltJhJW7-bLQ/s400/tela4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195954458068601026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de fato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBu9C95JSLI/AAAAAAAADg4/PvnC7MHub4c/s1600-h/tela3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBu9C95JSLI/AAAAAAAADg4/PvnC7MHub4c/s400/tela3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195954453773633714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a realidade é que nada se mexe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBu9Ct5JSKI/AAAAAAAADgw/Wy4ApFBSOp0/s1600-h/tela2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBu9Ct5JSKI/AAAAAAAADgw/Wy4ApFBSOp0/s400/tela2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195954449478666402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A próxima figura eu garanto que foi feita com régua, tudo está em linha reta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBu_J95JSSI/AAAAAAAADhw/xbWqcHTztcE/s1600-h/tela5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBu_J95JSSI/AAAAAAAADhw/xbWqcHTztcE/s400/tela5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195956773055973666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A próxima contém muitos circulos, um dentro do outro, mas você está enxergando um espiral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBu-Vd5JSOI/AAAAAAAADhQ/rkM6ZPJxoy4/s1600-h/tela6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBu-Vd5JSOI/AAAAAAAADhQ/rkM6ZPJxoy4/s400/tela6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195955871112841442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fixe o olho no centro e essas bolinhas ficam andando, mas garanto que nada se mexe aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBu-Vd5JSPI/AAAAAAAADhY/VcJZIBQh7RY/s1600-h/tela7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBu-Vd5JSPI/AAAAAAAADhY/VcJZIBQh7RY/s400/tela7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195955871112841458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fixe o olho no centro e desloque a cabeça para frente e para traz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBu-Vt5JSQI/AAAAAAAADhg/-ilXeV6gBWE/s1600-h/tela8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBu-Vt5JSQI/AAAAAAAADhg/-ilXeV6gBWE/s400/tela8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195955875407808770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora fixe na figura por algum tempo, uns 40 segundos, depois vire o rosto lentamente e tente ver esta imagem refletida em uma parede lisa e de uma só cor, depois me diga o que você vai ver, ou melhor quem você viu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBu-Vt5JSRI/AAAAAAAADho/wvtBC0VvpFA/s1600-h/tela9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBu-Vt5JSRI/AAAAAAAADho/wvtBC0VvpFA/s400/tela9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195955875407808786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora fixe-se nesse número: 111- 2223333.4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muito bem agora corra no Banco e deposite na minha conta que eu to duro!..&lt;br /&gt;rsrsrs.....&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358653808483828764-6980108159354751392?l=emiliojose1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/feeds/6980108159354751392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358653808483828764&amp;postID=6980108159354751392' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/6980108159354751392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/6980108159354751392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/2008/05/iluso-de-tica.html' title='Ilusão de Ótica'/><author><name>Emílio José</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973368264287432862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBu73t5JSJI/AAAAAAAADgo/svINzXXX8ag/s72-c/foto1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358653808483828764.post-165045964081534972</id><published>2008-05-01T13:56:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:42:08.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Problemas da SABESP</title><content type='html'>Outro dia eu reparei que a torneira que fica na frente da minha casa estava vazando, ao lado da torneira tinha também o registro geral, uma borboleta que estava deixando a água escapar, e como eu não sei de quem é a responsabilidade desse vazamentos eu troquei a borrachinha das duas pontas e os vazamentos acabaram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBoE7N5JSGI/AAAAAAAADgQ/3AE2JX4Mdj8/s1600-h/agua3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBoE7N5JSGI/AAAAAAAADgQ/3AE2JX4Mdj8/s400/agua3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195470535513426018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ontem eu reparei que a SABESP estava na casa do vizinho tirando fotos do "reloginho dágua", eu me aproximei e disse, aos técnicos, sobre o vazamento e fui informado que na região do relógio, ou seja nas duas pontas e também na torneira, tudo ali é responsabilidade da companhia. Assim é bom saber se alguém tiver problemas basta chamar a Companhia e eles resolverão o problema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um outro problema que ocorre é o fato dos canos antigos ainda serem de ferro e com o tempo e a corrosão os canos tendem a perder a pressão e a casa fica recebendo pouca água, é um problema também solucionado com a presença da SABESP. Aqui em São Paulo esse nome significa Companhia de Saneamento Basico do Estado de São Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBoE6t5JSFI/AAAAAAAADgI/_VheSLqxgVQ/s1600-h/agua2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBoE6t5JSFI/AAAAAAAADgI/_VheSLqxgVQ/s400/agua2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195470526923491410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vamos  olhar o Hidrômetro, o tal reloginho, ele deve estar sempre  limpo e ao alcance do pessoal que vem mensalmente medir  para gerar a sua conta de água.  O lacre AZUL significa que a casa foi inspecionada e está  dentro das regras para receber água.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBoE5N5JSEI/AAAAAAAADgA/a1s9PV4MxwE/s1600-h/agua1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBoE5N5JSEI/AAAAAAAADgA/a1s9PV4MxwE/s400/agua1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195470501153687618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o motivo da presença dos técnicos na minha vizinha tirando foto do aparelho é que o plástico que protege o relógio estava furado, se repararem na foto acima irão notar que foi introduzido alguma ferramenta pontuda quente que derreteu o plástico deixando o pequeno furo, só visto mesmo quando se põe a reparo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas qual é a finalidade desse furo?&lt;br /&gt;Segundo os técnicos se algum objeto estranho e forte como um prego entrar e se apoiar no contador ele poderá travar o relógio, impedindo assim seu correto funcionamento, é o famoso GATO.&lt;br /&gt;A minha vizinha mudou-se a pouco e tenho certeza que ela é inocente, mas os antigos moradores eu não duvido que possam ter culpa, pois os mesmos eram inquilinos e foram expulsos por falta de pagamento do aluguel, a companhia de Luz também já tinha cortado o fornecimento, mas enfim , a minha preocupação é que os novos donos da casa estavam felizes pela aquisição do imóvel e agora estão prestes a receber uma intimação por algo que não fizeram. Temos que ficar de olho em tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procure verificar se o seu registro está em ordem, pois o que parece uma brincadeira é passivo de uma multa muito grande além da retirada do relógio permanecendo a casa sem ser abastecida de água.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem avisa amigo é.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358653808483828764-165045964081534972?l=emiliojose1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/feeds/165045964081534972/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358653808483828764&amp;postID=165045964081534972' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/165045964081534972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/165045964081534972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/2008/05/problemas-da-sabesp.html' title='Problemas da SABESP'/><author><name>Emílio José</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973368264287432862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBoE7N5JSGI/AAAAAAAADgQ/3AE2JX4Mdj8/s72-c/agua3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358653808483828764.post-7606600774941111123</id><published>2008-04-30T11:23:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T12:28:54.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Não tem mosquito!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBicpt5JSDI/AAAAAAAADf0/15eM0MaDKcs/s1600-h/buzz_laranja.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBicpt5JSDI/AAAAAAAADf0/15eM0MaDKcs/s400/buzz_laranja.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195074410679715890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu ouvia essa frase "Não tem mosquito", vinha de algum humorista que estava se referindo provavelmente ao seu jeito de dizer que não haveria problema algum, talvez uma frase para ficar mais simpático, um simples gesto de ser gentil.&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, antes de dormir e como já faz parte do meu ritual noturno, eu peguei o "mata mosca", que é aquela varinha de plástico com uma rede na frente que a gente usa normalmente para matar os insetos, espreme-los entre a rede e a parede, trucidáaaa-los num gesto sádico e sorrir aliviado, mesmo sabendo que, o meu inimigo não seria páreo para mim somente com as mãos, mas a delícia que sinto quando consigo acertar a porrada bem no nariz desses merdinhas é bastante satisfatório para o meu ego tão sofrido dessas noites longas que me faz ficar olhado para todos os cantos do quarto e reparar que a tela da janela apresenta um furo, justo quando acaba o líquido daquele aparelho elétrico que se propôs a ser meu aliado, e daquela bomba de inseticida que ri de mim quando a sacudo e descubro que nem uma gotinha existe para fazer pelo menos um ataque moral a essas pragas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas depois de uma pequena guerra solitário eu consigo a "desajuda" da minha mulher que ainda com os olhos fechados sonha que está matando os danadinhos apenas sacudindo o travesseiro de um lado para o outro.&lt;br /&gt;Passo a vista novamente no quarto e não vejo nada, o caminho está livre para o meu descanso, apago a luz e começa o segundo "round", Eu versos Pernilongo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A propósito, eu sempre tento escrever "pernelongo", acho que é o nome mais correto porque eles tem uma perna muito grande e o nome casa bem. Isso me faz pensar, qual é o coletivo de pernilongo, não sei mas sem dúvida poderia ser Zona Sul, Interlagos, Jardim primavera, esses cairiam bem mas nuvem é de gafanhoto, sei que cáfila é de camelo, vara de porco, e desse monstrinho voador?, cheio de pernas, e que não dorme nunca já pensaram, ele pode vir fazer bizummm no meu ouvido quando durmo mas a vingança jamais será verdadeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Navegando pela internet eu li em alguns sites que eu sou normal e que esse gesto sádico em relação aos pernilongos todo mundo tem. Eu não sei qual é a participação deles em benefício ao eco sistema, e já ouvi falar que podemos modificar o DNA dos machos tornando-os incapaz de se reproduzir. Então senhores cientistas façam algo por mim, matem apenas esse insetos caseiros, esses danadinhos que me perturbam e não me deixam dormir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem agora é de manhã e estou feliz pois tenho até as 18:00 para curtir o meu dia antes de me preocupar novamente com essa situação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora estou em paz, acho que também posso falar agora que estou numa boa, não tem mosquito!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358653808483828764-7606600774941111123?l=emiliojose1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/feeds/7606600774941111123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358653808483828764&amp;postID=7606600774941111123' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/7606600774941111123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/7606600774941111123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-tem-mosquito.html' title='Não tem mosquito!'/><author><name>Emílio José</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973368264287432862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBicpt5JSDI/AAAAAAAADf0/15eM0MaDKcs/s72-c/buzz_laranja.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358653808483828764.post-2937235856967124464</id><published>2008-04-29T09:43:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:40:29.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Computadores, essas máquinas incríveis.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/EMILIO%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Eu fui criança em um tempo que não havia computadores, acho que o exército americano tinha computadores, mas nós, simples mortais só iriamos saber o que era isso nos anos 70.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ser mais exato foi em 1977 que a Philco lançou o primeiro computador em forma de vídeo game, onde todos aqueles que quisessem poderiam comprar. Custava o olho da cara, o nome dele era Telejogo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu cheguei a jogar algumas partidas com um aparelho que foi levado em casa, mas adquirir um desse na época estava fora de cogitação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu estava limpando a casa dos monstros, que na verdade é o nosso porão, esse nome veio pelo motivo de que ser um quarto que ninguém usa a não ser para guardar tranqueiras, de vez em quando é preciso ser limpo para não atrair insetos, depois de limpar cada máquina e antes de guarda-las novamente eu registrei os aparelhos com um click de foto digital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBcs695JR_I/AAAAAAAADfM/O0-0VjOyv3Q/s1600-h/game1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 233px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBcs695JR_I/AAAAAAAADfM/O0-0VjOyv3Q/s400/game1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194670086753437682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho muita história nessas máquinas, fiz muita programação para algumas delas, mas resolvi mostrar esse vídeo game, o Telejogo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBctit5JSBI/AAAAAAAADfc/Rlfyw9-9NlI/s1600-h/game2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBctit5JSBI/AAAAAAAADfc/Rlfyw9-9NlI/s400/game2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194670769653237778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa máquina foi conseguida pelo meu filho para compor a sua coleção, me deu até vontade de ligar e ver como era, mas eu não liguei e depois conversando com o meu filho ele disse que foi bom não ter ligado porque aparelhos eletrônicos que ficam muito tempo desligados tem componentes que, trocando em miúdos, incham e podem estourar assim que forem ligados sem uma breve checagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBcs6d5JR-I/AAAAAAAADfE/DcCHsXSSwU8/s1600-h/game3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBcs6d5JR-I/AAAAAAAADfE/DcCHsXSSwU8/s400/game3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194670078163503074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje os aviões a jato são pilotados por joysticks, que são controladores muito eficientes e muito usados em vídeo games, mas nesse aparelho da Philco só tinha dois botões analógicos, como os de rádios, virando para a esquerda ou direita você controlava o jogo. Era possível jogar com outra pessoa, cada uma controlava o seu botão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBcs7N5JSAI/AAAAAAAADfU/tfRNvc3aQos/s1600-h/game4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBcs7N5JSAI/AAAAAAAADfU/tfRNvc3aQos/s400/game4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194670091048404994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na tela da televisão você pode ver o contador zerado no início e a raquete que era esse pauzinho amarelo na vertical, também tinha som, cada vez que a bola batia nas raquetes ouvia-se um pim para o o jogador da esquerda e um pum para o da direita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era sofisticado, você poderia escolher vários jogos, tinha o paredão, para jogar sozinho, o tenis que está na tela acima, e o futebol que era a mesma tela com duas traves de gol atrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparado com a evolução da raça humana, essa é a nossa máquina das cavernas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358653808483828764-2937235856967124464?l=emiliojose1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/feeds/2937235856967124464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358653808483828764&amp;postID=2937235856967124464' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/2937235856967124464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/2937235856967124464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/2008/04/computadores-essas-mquinas-incrveis.html' title='Computadores, essas máquinas incríveis.'/><author><name>Emílio José</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973368264287432862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBcs695JR_I/AAAAAAAADfM/O0-0VjOyv3Q/s72-c/game1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358653808483828764.post-8069328900914403155</id><published>2008-04-28T18:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:41:28.335-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Muros limpos, Cidade Bonita.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBZLHt5JR8I/AAAAAAAADe0/fZa0qdeJ-Y0/s1600-h/muro1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBZLHt5JR8I/AAAAAAAADe0/fZa0qdeJ-Y0/s400/muro1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194421816168892354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A prefeitura está com o caminhão do muro limpo. Pelo menos até as próximas eleições esse caminhão irá pintar em todas as ruas da zona zul, aqui em Interlagos SP, e fará a limpeza das propagandas e pixações feitas nos muros.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBZLHN5JR6I/AAAAAAAADek/djrztVI0KkI/s1600-h/muro3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBZLHN5JR6I/AAAAAAAADek/djrztVI0KkI/s400/muro3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194421807578957730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe uma mistura especial de cal com outros ingredientes que fixam na parede, e, ao secarem  deixa o muro branquinho.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBZLHd5JR7I/AAAAAAAADes/LBE471WtMWI/s1600-h/muro2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBZLHd5JR7I/AAAAAAAADes/LBE471WtMWI/s400/muro2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194421811873925042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso é muito bom, pois em frente a minha casa estava uma sujeira e o dono desse terreno, na minha opinião é quem deveria custear  a limpeza.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBZLGt5JR5I/AAAAAAAADec/Pmlv-8z0u9E/s1600-h/muro4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBZLGt5JR5I/AAAAAAAADec/Pmlv-8z0u9E/s400/muro4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194421798989023122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas segundo o nosso amigão aqui, o Carlos, que é responsável e também o motorista do caminhão, a informação que ele tem é que desta vez está sendo grátis a limpeza, mas se daqui para frente tiver alguma propaganda de políticos estampada nos muros a multa vai ser alta, além da obrigação do morador de pintar novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que pintar é muito trabalhoso, mas ver os outros pintando é muito gostoso, veja o filminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7bcfaf071b3efd2e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/feeds/8069328900914403155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358653808483828764&amp;postID=8069328900914403155' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/8069328900914403155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/8069328900914403155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/2008/04/muros-limpos-cidade-bonita.html' title='Muros limpos, Cidade Bonita.'/><author><name>Emílio José</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973368264287432862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBZLHt5JR8I/AAAAAAAADe0/fZa0qdeJ-Y0/s72-c/muro1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358653808483828764.post-8008022814981781431</id><published>2008-04-28T14:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T16:07:52.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>O jogo do Xadrez</title><content type='html'>Diz a lenda que a muito tempo atrás, um rei pagaria muito bem a quem o tirasse da monotonia que sentia dentro daquele castelo. então apareceu um camponês que apresentou ao rei um jogo muito interessante onde havia castelos, elefantes, bispos e muitos soldados, todos teriam de travar uma guerra dentro de um tabuleiro quadriculado com 64 casas sendo 32 brancas e 32 pretas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada jogador poderia fazer apenas um lance de cada vez, e,  quem matasse o rei primeiro seria o vencedor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O rei aprendeu as regras jogando com esse camponês e ficou tão maravilhado com o jogo que disse ao camponês:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- pode pedir o que quiseres meu amigo, pois esse jogo muito me diverte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O camponês pensando na fome do seu povo disse ao rei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Majestade, eu quero apenas arroz para alimentar meus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- E de quanto arroz você precisa jovem, basta falar que eu providenciarei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu não sei ao certo o que seria razoável, mas ficaria satisfeito se a quantidade de arroz fosse a soma de um pequeno cálculo que farei. Gostaria de ter apenas um grão de arroz e que este fosse colocado na primeira casa do tabuleiro desse jogo, e na segunda casa fosse colocado o dobro ou seja dois grãos, na terceira casa quatro grãos e assim por diante até a última casa desse tabuleiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O rei com um sorriso no lábios olhou para as 64 casas do tabuleiro, chamou seus súditos pensadores e disse a eles que calculassem o montante e entregassem ao camponês essa pequena quantia de arroz conforme o combinado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algum tempo depois aqueles homens que calculavam voltaram,  e, dirigindo-se ao rei disseram:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senhor, se juntarmos todas nossas colheitas de todo o nosso reino ainda assim não haveria grãos suficiente para pagar ao camponês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz a lenda que aquele camponês já sabia disso e mandou que o rei apenas desse a ele o suficiente para o seu povo viver. Assim foi feito e é por isso que esse jogo, hoje com o nome de Xadrez, existe até hoje e diverte muito gente, pois em seu limitado campo de 64 casas pode-se fazer milhões de operações tornando-o muito divertido e surpreendendo muita gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas peças do xadrez foram modificadas, os elefantes viraram cavalos e o castelo virou a torre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A propósito,vamos calcular  o número de grãos obtidos no resultado final da casa de número 64 .&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBYrZ95JR4I/AAAAAAAADeU/Su5irBXpbXg/s1600-h/xadrez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBYrZ95JR4I/AAAAAAAADeU/Su5irBXpbXg/s400/xadrez.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194386945329416066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Casa de numero 64:&lt;br /&gt;O número foi muito  grande arredondado é o algarismo 9 seguido de 19 zeros:&lt;br /&gt;      90.000.000.000.000.000.000&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358653808483828764-8008022814981781431?l=emiliojose1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/feeds/8008022814981781431/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358653808483828764&amp;postID=8008022814981781431' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/8008022814981781431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/8008022814981781431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-jogo-do-xadrez.html' title='O jogo do Xadrez'/><author><name>Emílio José</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973368264287432862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBYrZ95JR4I/AAAAAAAADeU/Su5irBXpbXg/s72-c/xadrez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358653808483828764.post-8640302319602842459</id><published>2008-04-27T17:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T22:07:42.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A dança da Nathalia</title><content type='html'>Mais um momento gostoso que tive com a pequenina NATHI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez estavamos apenas passeando na calçada do terreno vazio que fica em frente de casa, e ao passar por uma certa marca na calçada a Nathi soltou a criança que ela é e fez de um pequeno instante um grande momento, e, reparem na firmeza em que ela não pede mas sim decreta, EU QUERO COLO!. Veja o Filminho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-863481f5af98777c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D863481f5af98777c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331582019%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D686DBBFC03822AEEED76C8677EEB8DB07FE3DB23.489FC43E67E3A28E2EDE90D67D5869E0BDFE521B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D863481f5af98777c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DT3sXK8fAAlWlOrF7Gy3ugMyiSJA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D863481f5af98777c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331582019%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D686DBBFC03822AEEED76C8677EEB8DB07FE3DB23.489FC43E67E3A28E2EDE90D67D5869E0BDFE521B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D863481f5af98777c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DT3sXK8fAAlWlOrF7Gy3ugMyiSJA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358653808483828764-8640302319602842459?l=emiliojose1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=863481f5af98777c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/feeds/8640302319602842459/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358653808483828764&amp;postID=8640302319602842459' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/8640302319602842459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/8640302319602842459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/2008/04/dana-da-nathalia.html' title='A dança da Nathalia'/><author><name>Emílio José</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973368264287432862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358653808483828764.post-6217019134491030450</id><published>2008-04-25T23:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T11:48:24.352-04:00</updated><title type='text'>O pequeno grande Eduardo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBKkxt5JRtI/AAAAAAAADc4/2vH0SvWnSho/s1600-h/eduardo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBKkxt5JRtI/AAAAAAAADc4/2vH0SvWnSho/s400/eduardo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193394494351427282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como pode!,  eu conheci esse cara agora, e, ele já vem com toda essa intimidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse cara é o grande Eduardo, morador da zona norte que veio visitar a minha casa aqui na zona Sul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filhinho do Fábio da rodoviária, agora está aqui tirando uma da minha cara e se preparando pois vou ser o padrinho dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beleza!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha os pais dele aí gente!.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBNOo95JRvI/AAAAAAAADdQ/I-uDSyFTfwA/s1600-h/pais.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBNOo95JRvI/AAAAAAAADdQ/I-uDSyFTfwA/s320/pais.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193581261004293874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358653808483828764-6217019134491030450?l=emiliojose1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/feeds/6217019134491030450/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358653808483828764&amp;postID=6217019134491030450' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/6217019134491030450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/6217019134491030450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-pequeno-grande-eduardo.html' title='O pequeno grande Eduardo'/><author><name>Emílio José</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973368264287432862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBKkxt5JRtI/AAAAAAAADc4/2vH0SvWnSho/s72-c/eduardo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358653808483828764.post-8499843831792854846</id><published>2008-04-25T14:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T01:22:05.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nathi, o Júlio e eu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tocou a campainha la de casa e a Dona Luciana, a vizinha, chamou pela minha mulher, a Dona Jurema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como de costume as duas ficaram conversando sobre aqueles bla bla blas da vida, e, como sempre acontece em seguida a porta da sala se abre e eis que uma criaturazinha aparece sempre sorridente procurando pelo Tio Kaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBIfpN5JRlI/AAAAAAAADbk/2rIV3UWJmPk/s1600-h/nathi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBIfpN5JRlI/AAAAAAAADbk/2rIV3UWJmPk/s320/nathi1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193248113276044882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eis a nossa querida amiguinha NATHALIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o Tio Kaka que adoro brincar com a Nathi e desta vez resolvi filmar uma de nossas brincadeiras usando agora o amiguinho Julio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBIfpt5JRmI/AAAAAAAADbs/sTz3gewEqR8/s1600-h/nathi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBIfpt5JRmI/AAAAAAAADbs/sTz3gewEqR8/s320/nathi2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193248121865979490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Segurei o boneco pelos pés e coloquei-o na frente da camera dando a impressão que ele era um personagem vivo e fiquei andando atrás da Nathi. veja o filme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6935abc65ed3f341" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6935abc65ed3f341%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331582019%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2B49C4CFD93491C85290B1A2A9453A459098F57F.457FB223A8334D6022344A533C3A3EAEB505FE8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6935abc65ed3f341%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpGNJaGy1tZf69C6hjWqHsnMR744&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6935abc65ed3f341%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331582019%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2B49C4CFD93491C85290B1A2A9453A459098F57F.457FB223A8334D6022344A533C3A3EAEB505FE8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6935abc65ed3f341%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpGNJaGy1tZf69C6hjWqHsnMR744&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de algum tempo a nathalia reparou que o Julio  estava sendo filmado e começamos a treinar algo para fazer nossa cena. A proposta era que eu ia apresentar o julio a ela e depois do Julio perguntar se ela era uma menina boazinha  ele seria  bombardiado com uma série de caretas feias que treinamos fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas como a nossa  cena de ação não foi treinada e nem ela sabia direito o que era aquilo,  assim que eu comecei a gravar a nathi ja fez a posição de careta tornando a cena muito engraçada e eu como gostei daquilo fiquei reagindo  com o boneco e nos demos muitas risadas.&lt;br /&gt;Veja o nosso filminho!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4268f502086f8c61" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4268f502086f8c61%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331582019%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D156FE64E4BDAE24A25E67E09E45A0F9C7A35194F.E642458E89F7A1E2D7E7AF6D6CCC47D63226934%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4268f502086f8c61%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DP5AS8Wt8Jf13_2HxrRSH_RmHyWE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4268f502086f8c61%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331582019%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D156FE64E4BDAE24A25E67E09E45A0F9C7A35194F.E642458E89F7A1E2D7E7AF6D6CCC47D63226934%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4268f502086f8c61%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DP5AS8Wt8Jf13_2HxrRSH_RmHyWE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBIfp95JRnI/AAAAAAAADb0/0spuAo3Oed0/s1600-h/nathi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBIfp95JRnI/AAAAAAAADb0/0spuAo3Oed0/s320/nathi3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193248126160946802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A gente fez bastante cenas qualquer hora eu vou postá-las.&lt;br /&gt;Fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358653808483828764-8499843831792854846?l=emiliojose1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4268f502086f8c61&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6935abc65ed3f341&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/feeds/8499843831792854846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358653808483828764&amp;postID=8499843831792854846' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/8499843831792854846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/8499843831792854846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/2008/04/nathi-o-jlio-e-eu.html' title='A Nathi, o Júlio e eu.'/><author><name>Emílio José</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973368264287432862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBIfpN5JRlI/AAAAAAAADbk/2rIV3UWJmPk/s72-c/nathi1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358653808483828764.post-6643444609713382395</id><published>2008-04-25T12:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T14:30:29.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Troca de Poste</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBINoN5JRdI/AAAAAAAADak/QI67QtFAPzY/s1600-h/poste2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBINoN5JRdI/AAAAAAAADak/QI67QtFAPzY/s320/poste2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193228304886875602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Na rua de casa havia um poste de madeira muito antigo. Com os constantes ataques de insetos a segurança do grande Totem foi posta em dúvida, e você sabe na dúvida vamos trocar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após o contato com a Eletropaulo, vieram os técnicos já preparados para enfretar todo o tipo de situações adversas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo com uma chuva muito forte a troca do poste começou a ser efetuada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBINot5JReI/AAAAAAAADas/sgiAOdR9J2w/s1600-h/poste3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBINot5JReI/AAAAAAAADas/sgiAOdR9J2w/s320/poste3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193228313476810210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Primeiro foi localizado o poste central que transmite energia para todos esses fios e desligado os 5.000 volts que percorrem o fios mais acima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de desconectar todos os fios do poste de madeira ele então é levantado pelo guindaste a trazido ao chão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBINo95JRfI/AAAAAAAADa0/u5s8TbEIOCg/s1600-h/poste4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBINo95JRfI/AAAAAAAADa0/u5s8TbEIOCg/s320/poste4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193228317771777522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A operação inversa é feita para subir o novo poste de cimento, mais alto que o outro e mais pesado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os fios de alta tensão são cuidadosamente passados para o lado de fora da calçada enquanto os demais permanecem do outro lado todos amarrados juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBINpN5JRgI/AAAAAAAADa8/SYiXRIUPm6U/s1600-h/poste5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBINpN5JRgI/AAAAAAAADa8/SYiXRIUPm6U/s320/poste5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193228322066744834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Depois de fixado e colocado exatamente na vertical o trabalho de recolocação das presilhas com os cabos de alta tensão são efetuados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na parte de baixo é feita a limpeza do excesso de terra,  os profissionais tiveram o cuidado de deixar a rua inteiramente limpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBINpt5JRhI/AAAAAAAADbE/Z0FhV14CbbA/s1600-h/poste6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBINpt5JRhI/AAAAAAAADbE/Z0FhV14CbbA/s320/poste6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193228330656679442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;O velho poste aguarda agora o seu novo destino, provavelmente irá ser restaurado e poderá virar um cerca para algum propósito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBIRct5JRiI/AAAAAAAADbM/w1IphEuYxMI/s1600-h/poste7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBIRct5JRiI/AAAAAAAADbM/w1IphEuYxMI/s320/poste7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193232505364891170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bom chefe !, a missão foi cumprida!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Belo trabalho, só falta fazer o religamento da energia e vamos ao próximo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBIRdN5JRkI/AAAAAAAADbc/Qfu0PauMRY4/s1600-h/poste8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBIRdN5JRkI/AAAAAAAADbc/Qfu0PauMRY4/s320/poste8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193232513954825794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ficou Bonito, a rua ganhou um novo visual, a luz do poste ficou mais alta e ilumina muito mais, porém ficou uma dúvida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBIRc95JRjI/AAAAAAAADbU/0rGlRUbw5dw/s1600-h/poste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBIRc95JRjI/AAAAAAAADbU/0rGlRUbw5dw/s320/poste.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193232509659858482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Quando é que as outras companhias, me refiro a Empresa de TV a cabo e a Telefônica, iram grudar novamente os fios pertencentes a elas no novo poste, pois a Eletro paulo não tem permissão para fazer isso e nós, os moradores, já reclamamos junto as empresas em questão e até a presente data, dois meses depois, ainda não apareceu ninguém para resolver o assunto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que nessas empresas precisamos fazer uma TROCA DE POSTO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358653808483828764-6643444609713382395?l=emiliojose1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/feeds/6643444609713382395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358653808483828764&amp;postID=6643444609713382395' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/6643444609713382395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/6643444609713382395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/2008/04/troca-de-poste.html' title='Troca de Poste'/><author><name>Emílio José</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973368264287432862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SBINoN5JRdI/AAAAAAAADak/QI67QtFAPzY/s72-c/poste2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358653808483828764.post-1436150374014330573</id><published>2008-04-24T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T21:08:35.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Essa é a minha Terra?</title><content type='html'>Quando eu era pequeno lá em Barbacena, e começava a entender de muitos assuntos, diziam para mim que aqui neste lado do globo terrestre estávamos livres de furacões, pois o país está distante do trecho do mar, onde as maiorias dos furacões começam, neve nem pensar num país tropical, e que por  estarmos no meio das placas tectônicas se houvesse terremotos não iriamos sentir devido a grande distancia  das falhas onde geralmente ocorrem o epicentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora eu leio em jornais que tudo isso existe sim, e que a freqüência é bem maior do que pensava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu perguntei a minha mãe se ela já havia sentido um terremoto antes, pois o desta semana ela sentiu e muito, morando no centro de São Paulo e dentro de um prédio de apartamentos, segundo ela até os móveis balançaram, e , como o prédio estava em reforma o pensamento no momento foi que aquilo poderia estar desabando por causa das reformas. Mas foi só o susto, e eu me pergunto será que por falta de equipamentos poderosos e disponíveis na época não tínhamos o registro dos abalos, talvez, mas com certeza os grandes terremotos não ocorreram, pelo menos em duas gerações, a minha e a da minha mãe, não tínhamos tecnologia mas o nosso sentido do tato nos informaria do ocorrido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico aqui pensando com os meus botões, no mesmo momento que ocorre um abalo de proporções tão grande por coincidência  estamos fazendo grandes buracos para achar o petróleo e temos ancorado em nossos portos simplesmente o maior navio de guerra do Planeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que sejam simples coincidências, pois se o ser humano estiver metido nisso significa que já podemos fazer estragos gigantescos e a mãe terra está reclamando, em todo caso vamos ficar de olho e tomar conta do que é nosso, certo!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obs: Segundo os especialistas foi apenas rotina e acomodações de terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hum!, eu vou ficar de olho aberto viu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358653808483828764-1436150374014330573?l=emiliojose1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/feeds/1436150374014330573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358653808483828764&amp;postID=1436150374014330573' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/1436150374014330573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/1436150374014330573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/2008/04/essa-minha-terra.html' title='Essa é a minha Terra?'/><author><name>Emílio José</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973368264287432862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358653808483828764.post-1462485799581408010</id><published>2008-04-18T10:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T10:35:53.444-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshop na veia'/><title type='text'>Programa para alterar as fotografias.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SAitQQGpPAI/AAAAAAAADJY/rUmHAcVRSlM/s1600-h/emilios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SAitQQGpPAI/AAAAAAAADJY/rUmHAcVRSlM/s320/emilios.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190589065256844290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A muito tempo alguém disse que uma foto vale mais que mil palavras, no nosso mundo digital isso pode ser muito mais fascinante pois podemos trabalhar em cima das imagens, e, transformar o nosso mundo real em algo que só os sonhos explicam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como você explica que a minha imagem pode contracenar comigo mesmo na mesma foto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha mãe perguntou se eu tirei a foto diante do espelho, ela nada entende de imagens digitais, mas eu tentei explicar a ela que foram duas fotos que eu recortei-as e montei em uma outra, ela achou apenas interessante mas continuou a não entender como é possível!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para as pessoas que possuem o programa de nome Photoshop, ou para aquelas que estão em dúvidas sobre qual é o programa ideal para fazer pequenos acertos nas imagens, eu recomendo esse programa, mostro o que consegui fazer e tento explicar da maneira mais fácil de como é possível encantar as pessoas com essas imagens fantásticas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu possuo uma máquina digital de fotografia, tiro as fotos que quero e com isso já consigo metade do trabalho pois me preparo e fico na posição que será preciso para fazer as brincadeiras, caso você não tenha nenhum recurso de criar imagens então use a internet que tem milhões de chances para você se divertir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SAiuTgGpPBI/AAAAAAAADJg/IDJ0nA4Vq0U/s1600-h/eue+a+bela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SAiuTgGpPBI/AAAAAAAADJg/IDJ0nA4Vq0U/s320/eue+a+bela.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190590220603046930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A foto acima foi uma montagem inacabada, mas propositalmente, podemos ver que se trata de um uma foto de um quadro e a inclusão de u&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SAiwSAGpPDI/AAAAAAAADJw/Z4_VIJSTiNU/s1600-h/foto1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SAiwSAGpPDI/AAAAAAAADJw/Z4_VIJSTiNU/s320/foto1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190592393856498738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ma foto cuja pose fora previamente manipulada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto maior a preparação da segunda imagem a ser incluida, menor será o trabalho para a junção das duas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SAixjQGpPEI/AAAAAAAADJ4/4zyAHndz6wI/s1600-h/foto2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SAixjQGpPEI/AAAAAAAADJ4/4zyAHndz6wI/s320/foto2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190593789720869954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358653808483828764-1462485799581408010?l=emiliojose1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/feeds/1462485799581408010/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358653808483828764&amp;postID=1462485799581408010' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/1462485799581408010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358653808483828764/posts/default/1462485799581408010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliojose1.blogspot.com/2008/04/programa-para-alterar-as-fotografias.html' title='Programa para alterar as fotografias.'/><author><name>Emílio José</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13973368264287432862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEgwzZpizQ/SAitQQGpPAI/AAAAAAAADJY/rUmHAcVRSlM/s72-c/emilios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
