Blog criado porBruno Coriolano de Almeida Costa, professor de Língua Inglesa desde 2002. Esse espaço surgiu em 2007 com o objetivo de unir alguns estudiosos e professores desse idioma. Abordamos, de forma rápida e simples, vários aspectos da Língua Inglesa e suas culturas. Agradeço a sua visita.
"Se tivesse perguntado ao cliente o que ele queria, ele teria dito: 'Um cavalo mais rápido!"
Watch this
video and tell us what you think about it.
I would start
a lesson with it.
This goalkeeper
is a hero, isn’t he?
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But this is
no military dictatorship. If it were, Carlos Lacerda would never be allowed to
say the things he says. Everything in Brazil is free — but controlled. –Minister of Transportation and
colonel Mario Andreazza to journalist Carl Rowan, 1967
Some people
keep saying, especially on Facebook and other social networking sites that everything people need in Brazil right now is another military dictatorship movement. What
they don’t know is what this period – from March 31, 1964 to March 15, 1985 –
meant to us Brazilians.
Just to make
sure you guys have the opportunity to understand - at least a little bit - what happened here during all
those years, I have prepared this short summary about The Brazilian military
government.
Praia Santinho is located
in the northeast ofFlorianopolisand is an almost deserted
beach most of the time. High dunes protect the back of the beach and there
is no infrastructure or restaurants on the beach. Chair and umbrella
rentals are available and lifeguards are onsite.
Santinho Beach is popular
with surfers because of the near perfect waves. It is considered some of
the best surfing in the North of Santa Catarina Island due to its consistent
waves and uncrowded conditions. Located just south of Praia
Ingleses, Santinho is separated by a small peninsula and can be accessed by
climbing over the large sand dunes. The vibe at Santinho is much more
mellow than Ingleses and is also home to some of the most interesting
archeological sites on the island.
Location: Praia do Santinho, Brazil. Photo By: Mat
Location: Praia do Santinho, Brazil. Photo By: Mat
Location: Praia do Santinho, Brazil. Photo By: Mat
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Do you already have any
idea about how your world would look like?
Start with the idea of “WHAT
KIND OF WORLD WOULD YOU LIKE TO INHABIT?”
Answer these questions:
Who lives on those
mountains, caves, tiny houses, tree house, monastery, etc? Imagine that you
have already thought about those places before. Next, describe the streets,
buildings and other things.
Do not forget to create a
place you would like to go when you’d like to be alone.
Is this place a dark one
or a bright one?
When do you go there?
Name your world.
What kind of space do you
envision for it?
I have selected some
picture to help you create your world.
Write some lines about the
pictures. Try to use your ideas in your writing.
One last thing: you can
borrow or steal from a movie you have watched, a book you have read or a story
someone has told. Just write the maximum of lines you as you can. I’m sure you
will create beautiful things!
>>>> REALLY IMPORTANT THING <<<<
Reserve some time to take
long walks on a regular basis. That’s the thing I’m going to do right now?
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Stephen William Hawking
was born on 8 January 1942 (300 years after the death of Galileo) in Oxford,
England. His parents' house was in north London, but during the second world
war, Oxford was considered a safer place to have babies. When he was eight, his
family moved to St. Albans, a town about 20 miles north of London. At the age of
eleven, Stephen went to St. Albans School and then on to University College,
Oxford; his father's old college. Stephen wanted to study Mathematics, although
his father would have preferred medicine. Mathematics was not available at
University College, so he pursued Physics instead. After three years and not
very much work, he was awarded a first
class honours degree in Natural Science.
Stephen then went on to
Cambridge to do research in Cosmology, there being no one working in that area
in Oxford at the time. His supervisor was Denis Sciama, although he had hoped
to get Fred Hoyle who was working in Cambridge. After gaining his Ph.D. he
became first a Research Fellow and later on a Professorial Fellow at Gonville
and Caius College. After leaving the Institute of Astronomy in 1973, Stephen
came to the Department of Applied Mathematics and Theoretical Physics in 1979,
and held the post of Lucasian Professor of Mathematics from 1979 until 2009.
The chair was founded in 1663 with money left in the will of the Reverend Henry
Lucas who had been the Member of Parliament for the University. It was first
held by Isaac Barrow and then in 1669 by Isaac Newton. Stephen is still an active part of Cambridge
University and retains an office at the Department for Applied Maths and
Theoretical Physics. His title is now the Dennis Stanton Avery and Sally Tsui
Wong-Avery Director of Research at the Department of Applied Mathematics and
Theoretical Physics.
Stephen Hawking has worked
on the basic laws which govern the universe. With Roger Penrose he showed that
Einstein's General Theory of Relativity implied space and time would have a
beginning in the Big Bang and an end in black holes. These results indicated
that it was necessary to unify General Relativity with Quantum Theory, the
other great Scientific development of the first half of the 20th Century. One
consequence of such a unification that he discovered was that black holes
should not be completely black, but rather should emit radiation and eventually
evaporate and disappear. Another conjecture is that the universe has no edge or
boundary in imaginary time. This would imply that the way the universe began
was completely determined by the laws of science.
His many publications
include The Large Scale Structure of Spacetime with G F R Ellis, General
Relativity: An Einstein Centenary Survey, with W Israel, and 300 Years of
Gravity, with W Israel. Among the popular books Stephen Hawking has published
are his best seller A Brief History of Time, Black Holes and Baby Universes and
Other Essays, The Universe in a Nutshell, The Grand Design and My Brief
History.
Professor Hawking has
twelve honorary degrees. He was awarded the CBE in 1982, and was made a
Companion of Honour in 1989. He is the recipient of many awards, medals and
prizes, is a Fellow of The Royal Society and a Member of the US National
Academy of Sciences.
Stephen was diagnosed with
ALS, a form of Motor Neurone Disease, shortly after his 21st birthday. In spite
of being wheelchair bound and dependent on a computerised voice system for
communication Stephen Hawking continues to combine family life (he has three
children and three grandchildren), and his research into theoretical physics
together with an extensive programme of travel and public lectures. He still
hopes to make it into space one day.
“Quiet people have the
loudest minds.” ― Stephen Hawking.
“Intelligence is the
ability to adapt to change. ” ― Stephen Hawking.
“My expectations were
reduced to zero when I was 21. Everything since then has been a bonus." [The
Science of Second-Guessing (New York Times Magazine Interview, December 12,
2004)]” ― Stephen Hawking.
There were only two Americans stopping at the hotel.
They did not know any of the people they passed on the stairs on their way to
and from their room. Their room was on the second floor facing the sea. It also
faced the public garden and the war monument. There were big palms and green
benches in the public garden.
In the good weather there was always an artist with
his easel. Artists liked the way the palms grew and the bright colors of the
hotels facing the gardens and the sea.
Italians came from a long way off to look up at the
war monument. It was made of bronze and glistened in the rain. It was raining.
The rain dripped from the palm trees. Water stood in pools on the gravel paths.
The sea broke in a long line in the rain and slipped back down the beach to
come up and break again in a long line in the rain. The motor cars were gone
from the square by the war monument. Across the square in the doorway of the
café a waiter stood looking out at the empty square.
The American wife stood at the window looking out.
Outside right under their window a cat was crouched under one of the dripping
green tables. The cat was trying to make herself so compact that she would not
be dripped on.
‘I’m going down and get that kitty,’ the American wife
said.
‘I’ll do it,’ her husband offered from the bed.
‘No, I’ll get it. The poor kitty out trying to keep
dry under a table.’
The husband went on reading, lying propped up with the
two pillows at the foot of the bed.
‘Don’t get wet,’ he said.
The wife went downstairs and the hotel owner stood up
and bowed to her as she passed the office. His desk was at the far end of the
office. He was an old man and very tall.
‘Il piove, ’the wife said. She liked the hotel-keeper.
‘Si, Si, Signora, brutto tempo. It is very bad
weather.’
He stood behind his desk in the far end of the dim
room. The wife liked him. She liked the deadly serious way he received any
complaints. She liked his dignity. She liked the way he wanted to serve her.
She liked the way he felt about being a hotel-keeper. She liked his old, heavy
face and big hands.
Liking him she opened the door and looked out. It was
raining harder. A man in a rubber cape was crossing the empty square to the
café. The cat would be around to the right. Perhaps she could go along under
the eaves. As she stood in the doorway an umbrella opened behind her. It was
the maid who looked after their room.
‘You must not get wet,’ she smiled, speaking Italian.
Of course, the hotel-keeper had sent her.
With the maid holding the umbrella over her, she
walked along the gravel path until she was under their window. The table was
there, washed bright green in the rain, but the cat was gone. She was suddenly
disappointed. The maid looked up at her.
‘Ha perduto qualque cosa, Signora?’
‘There was a
cat,’ said the American girl.
‘A cat?’ ‘Si, il gatto.’
‘A cat?’ the maid laughed.
‘A cat in the rain?’
‘Yes, –’ she said, ‘under the table.’ Then, ‘Oh, I
wanted it so much. I wanted a kitty.’
When she talked English the maid’s face tightened.
‘Come, Signora,’ she said. ‘We must get back inside.
You will be wet.’
‘I suppose so,’ said the American girl.
They went back along the gravel path and passed in the
door. The maid stayed outside to close the umbrella. As the American girl
passed the office, the padrone bowed from his desk. Something felt very small
and tight inside the girl. The padrone made her feel very small and at the same
time really important. She had a momentary feeling of being of supreme
importance. She went on up the stairs. She opened the door of the room. George
was on the bed, reading.
‘Did you get the cat?’ he asked, putting the book
down.
‘It was gone.’
‘Wonder where it went to,’ he said, resting his eyes
from reading.
She sat down on the bed.
‘I wanted it so much,’ she said. ‘I don’t know why I
wanted it so much. I wanted that poor kitty. It isn’t any fun to be a poor
kitty out in the rain.’
George was reading again.
She went over and sat in front of the mirror of the
dressing table looking at herself with the hand glass. She studied her profile,
first one side and then the other. Then she studied the back of her head and
her neck.
‘Don’t you think it would be a good idea if I let my
hair grow out?’ she asked, looking at her profile again.
George looked up and saw the back of her neck, clipped
close like a boy’s.
‘I like it the way it is.’
‘I get so tired of it,’ she said. ‘I get so tired of
looking like a boy.’
George shifted his position in the bed. He hadn’t
looked away from her since she started to speak.
‘You look pretty darn nice,’ he said.
She laid the mirror down on the dresser and went over
to the window and looked out. It was getting dark.
‘I want to pull my hair back tight and smooth and make
a big knot at the back that I can feel,’ she said. ‘I want to have a kitty to
sit on my lap and purr when I stroke her.’
‘Yeah?’ George said from the bed.
‘And I want to eat at a table with my own silver and I
want candles. And I want it to be spring and I want to brush my hair out in
front of a mirror and I want a kitty and I want some new clothes.’
‘Oh, shut up and get something to read,’ George said.
He was reading again.
His wife was looking out of the window. It was quite
dark now and still raining in the palm trees.
‘Anyway, I want a cat,’ she said, ‘I want a cat. I
want a cat now. If I can’t have long hair or any fun, I can have a cat.’
George was not listening. He was reading his book. His
wife looked out of the window where the light had come on in the square.
Someone knocked at the door.
‘Avanti,’ George said. He looked up from his book.
In the doorway stood the maid. She held a big
tortoiseshell cat pressed tight against her and swung down against her body.
‘Excuse me,’ she said, ‘the padrone asked me to bring
this for the Signora.’
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