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Plenário do Senado Federal durante sessão deliberativa ordinária semipresencial.
Na ordem do dia o Projeto de Lei 3.525/2019, que determina a oferta de remédios e tratamento com nutricionista pelo Sistema Único de Saúde (SUS) às pessoas com fibromialgia e fadiga crônica.
Em pronunciamento, à bancada, senador Carlos Viana (MDB-MG).
Foto: Jefferson Rudy/Agência Senado
Campos do Jordão é um município brasileiro localizado no interior do estado de São Paulo, mais precisamente na Serra da Mantiqueira. A cidade tem altitude de 1628 metros, sendo portanto, o mais alto município brasileiro, considerando-se a altitude da sede. Sua população estimada, em 2004, era de 47.903 habitantes. Dista 167 Km da cidade de São Paulo (capital), 350Km do Rio de Janeiro (capital) e 500 Km de Belo Horizonte. Sua principal via de acesso rodoviário é a Rodovia Floriano Rodrigues Pinheiro, que tem início em Taubaté, município localizado a 45 km da cidade.
Campos do Jordão é chamada de Suíça Brasileira, principalmente pela sua arquitetura de influência europeia e pelo seu clima frio. Por isso, a cidade recebe maior quantidade de turistas durante a estação do inverno, especialmente no mês de julho.
Campos do Jordão is a municipality in the state of São Paulo in Brazil. The population in 2003 was 47,903 and the area is 290.27 km². The elevation is 1,628 m.
The city's economy is based mainly in tourism; due to its location at high elevation (on the Mantiqueira mountains) and European-looking architecture. Buildings are mostly German, Swiss or Italian inspired. Many of the richest people from the state of São Paulo build there their winter country houses there and July (the winter season vacations) sees an enormous influx of visitors (more than quadrupling the city's population), due in part to the winter festival of classical music. Its attractions throughout the year include German and Swiss food restaurants, bars and a cable car. There are many pousadas (inns) and chalets.
There are numerous outdoor activities for winter residents and tourists. These include hiking, mountain climbing, treetop cable swings (arborismo), horseback riding, ATV riding, and motorbike riding. The mountain ranges provide unique panoramic views and much of the area is still undeveloped. Also, in order to cater to the large number of visitors, several bars, lounges, discos and clubs will open up during the winter months.
The state governor also has his winter residence there, the Boa Vista Castle.
The city, due to its elevation, is relatively cold for Brazilian standards. In summer, maximum temperatures average 24°C/75ºF and minimum temperatures average 13°C/55ºF. In winter, maximum temperatures average 18°C/64ºF and minimum temperatures average 4°C/39ºF. Temperatures drop below zero sometimes in winter (lowest ever recorded: -7.3°C/19ºF), but snow is very rare. The winter is normally the dry season and the colder weather allows for warm fireplaces and winter foods such as fondue, soups and hot chocolate. In spring and summer, one can see Hydrangea macrophylla blossoming all over the town.
Despite of the high income of many visitors, the HDI (0.820 in 2004) of Campos do Jordão is not very high because the owners of the houses in the best neighbourhoods are not regular inhabitants; these houses are used only during the holidays. The city can be reached from São Paulo mainly by road through the Rodovia Floriano Rodrigues Pinheiro. There is also a picturesque railroad from Pindamonhangaba, used mostly by tourists. At the end of the main road going through Campos do Jordao, there is a state park called Horto Florestal.
so, being that my hair is super straight with no body whatsoever, the
old haircut, after just a short couple hours of me styling it,
would look like a mom 'do. a bowl on my head. a mop. you get the
idea. so the only thing to do was go shorter, more layers and pixie
bangs. i like it. and my eyes are crazy blue here.
Does this look like a flamethrower from Clone Wars...after about 10 people respond...I will decide weather or not to use it in a MOC...
A câmera sony H10 é uma compácta o que facilita a utilização da técnica da lente invertida, mas é perfeitamente possível fazê-la com câmeras maiores e profissionais. A compácta facilita pelo tamanho e peso, principalmente para mim que tenho mãos pequenas e pouco equilíbrio.
Existem no mercado de acessórios para macro um aneis para fixação da lente invertida, mas não foi o que utilizei pq depende do diãmetro da lente e da câmera.
Coloquei a sony na função macro, no programa ISO e acionei o zoom em 10X , segurei a lente 105mm com foco no infinito e na posição invertida a que seria acoplada na máquina na frente da objetiva sa sony (para conseguir o foco é preciso que a camera esteja com o zom acionado... vai acioando o disparador até meio ponto e observando no lcd o foco... aproxima ou distância um pouco do motivo e faz o clic. É assim que eu faço.
Requer muita paciência, pois quando se consegue o foco vem o vento e balança a folha, o galho ou inseto sai do lugar, voa, etc... e se vai um clic desfocado ou sem o motivo principal da foto.
Espero que tenha ajudado a entender esta técnica que é muito utilizada por quem não dispõe de uma lente macro ou ainda para quem quer maiores detalhes.
Já vi fotos assim com vários diâmetros de lentes. Então o que está esperando para experimentar? Se que já não o fez....
Usando o tradutor ligg 3
The camera sony H10 is a compact (that you know it has replaced H3) which facilitates the use of the technique of the lens reversed, but it is perfectly possible to do it with cameras and more professional. The compact facilitates the size and weight, especially for me I have small hands and little balance.
There are in the market for accessories for a macro rings for fixing the lens reversed, but was not used because it depends on the diameter of the lens and the camera.
I put the sony in the macro function in the ISO program and trigger the 10X zoom in, hold a 105mm lens focused on infinity and in the inverted position which would be attached to the machine in front of the objective sony sa (to get the focus needs to camera is activated with the zom ... vai acioando trigger the halfway point and with the focus on the lcd ... close distance or a little of the ground and makes the click. So I do.
Requires great patience, because when the focus comes to the wind and the balance sheet, the branch or insect leaves the place, flying, etc ... and will be a click or blurred without the main reason of the photo.
I hope that has helped to understand that this technique is widely used by those who do not have a macro lens or for anyone more details.
I saw pictures as well as different diameters of lenses. So what are you waiting to try? If that has not already ....
Rio de Janeiro / RJ / Brasil - 06.09.2015 - 17ª Bienal Internacional do Livro Rio, no Riocentro. © Leandro Martins/Light Press
Mano pá
Infantaria do Rap
"...Apesar dos desacertos, Deus é do gueto..Deus é do Gueto!"
(Realidade Cruel)
Essa foto já entrou aqui. Resolvi colocar de novo porque faz parte desse projeto sobre o rap.
2016-04-19 - Solenidade em homenagem ao Dia do Exército Brasileiro. Coronel Arruda e Coronel Danilo Antão Fernandes presente representando o Dep. Cel: Camilo. Foto: L.C.Leite.
Lost in Paradise
from Tim Robertson
robertsontim66@gmail.com
Sep 15， 2014
Dear Friends and Family,
I am back in China again after my summer of “couch surfing” as my daughters would call it. Since I had no friends in the Los Angeles area, the five days I spent there seeing Miranda at Moorpark College cost me more than the rest of my two months in the States. In addition to showing me her work in the teaching zoo, Miranda took me to see a Hindu Temple, Malibu Beach and Universal Studios, all somewhat iconic in their own ways. Because it was Labor Day weekend, the places were crowded and I felt like a tourist in a foreign land observing the strange customs of the natives. The waves of the Pacific Ocean seemed to be beckoning me to cross over to the other side, which is what I did the next day. It seemed that the most stressful part of the journey was getting through LA traffic to the airport and getting through security before the flight. I was thankful to be able to get a new ticket since I had made the silly mistake of not using my full name while booking my international ticket online. Not doing that again!
The day before my flight, the recruiting agency sent me an message to ask if I could arrive two days earlier. Since I was west bound instead of east bound I could not arrive earlier than I left – my powers of time travel are somewhat limited that way. I suspected that something was up, because they had previously insisted on my arriving later. So I skipped my extra day in Shanghai to see my sister and friends from Fuyang and went straight to the train station the next morning after arriving at 9:00 the previous evening. I took the train from a different station, closer than the one I had used earlier in June. I managed to get on the 10:00 train just before it left by dropping my bags and jamming my hand between the doors as they closed. I had not realized it was leaving so soon since there was no crowd for me to follow - which is what I usually do. When I sat down I seemed to be the only passenger in that car so I briefly enjoyed the feeling of being a majority - of one - until the next stop when I saw two men sitting in the front. At any rate, I was able to find the office in Hangzhou by taking a bus, a train, the subway and a taxi before noon.
On my arrival at the office, the first item of business confirmed my suspicions that all would not go as I expected. I was informed that I would be teaching at Zhejiang University of Technology near the center of the city instead the small private vocational technical college in the suburbs that I had applied for and been accepted three months earlier. I do not know if I could have refused, but they said that the university was the second most respected one in Zhejiang Province and they wanted the best teachers, so I was recommended to them. I wonder if that was really true or if it was merely flattery to get me to go along with change, but it worked. It seems that ZUT was unable to fulfill their usual number of teachers through a program that sends new graduates to them from Princeton and Harvard and desperate to fill the gap. So I was the first teacher to be recruited by this agency to work there and of course they welcomed the opportunity. As it is, I will be one of only six foreign English teachers instead of the eight that the university had requested.
The next item on the agenda was to go over the contract and sign it before I had time to go to see the campus or my apartment. At that point I was so exhausted and in need of a good sleep due to the time difference and loss of sleep on the plane, that all I wanted to do was get into a bed. I chose to go directly to the apartment instead of stay in a hotel so I was driven to my new apartment by private car. It is on the sixth floor without an elevator. (Most apartment buildings in China have only six floors, which is the maximum before they are required to have an elevator.) When I arrived, I met the administrator and the building manager who gave me the keys and showed me where it was. Fortunately it has air-conditioning since I was sweating profusely from the heat and the exertion of hauling my luggage to the top floor.
My first night I awoke to the sensation of the whole building swaying and I thought it must have been an earthquake, but after waking three more times, I realized the trembling must be caused by passage of heavy trucks on the busy street below. It would be interesting to find out what it would feel like in an actual earthquake, but I am willing pass up on that experience and hope I don’t find out. Fortunately this area does not get earth quakes like Szechuan Province in the eastern part of the country, otherwise this building may not have been here so long. The next morning I had to go get my health check repeated since the one I did three months ago was in Anhui province and would not be accepted by a public university in Zhejiang. I got a ride to the subway station with my friendly next door neighbor only to find out I had brought the wrong wallet which had only US dollars instead of Chinese Ren Min Bi to pay for my ticket. I found my way back to my apartment on foot, exchanged wallets and walked to another subway station several blocks away, and still arrived early to my meeting with my recruiter.
After going through the battery of about a dozen tests again, in about a half hour, I was glad this was socialized medicine, where I am treated very efficiently like a number instead of having to wait for an personal appointment. I then returned to the office by subway and found the boxes I had shipped from Fuyang in June and got them back up to my apartment where I began to unpack. The next two days I slept and rearranged the furniture to my liking. I could not figure out why the bed was in the living room area, until I moved it to the bedroom and found out the traffic noise was much louder, since it faced the street in front of the building. I am gradually getting used to sleeping through the constant background noise and the feeling of sleeping on Jell-O. A student named Alex was assigned to help me find my way around the campus and take me to the local shopping center. She was most helpful and I was able to get a lot of things done on my list – like the all-important internet connection.
On Sunday I found the location of the Hangzhou International Christian Fellowship on the map and found my way there by walking and subway. The congregation of foreigners (Chinese citizens are not allowed to attend) is made up mostly of students from various African countries. So the worship style is a mixture of contemporary songs, southern Black gospel and African rhythms which is a new experience for me. I have to admit that I dozed of listening to the American (white) teacher since his delivery was quite dry (in comparison) and I needed the sleep. It is a great encouragement to meet friendly people, many of whom have lived here many years. This is a spiritual benefit of living in a major city in China with a significant ex-patriot community, unlike Fuyang.
The next day was Mid-autumn Festival so I got my bicycle out of the shipping crate and put it back together. I then decided to go see West Lake, one of the most famous tourist sites in China. I rode around the lake and noticed how the causeways were thick with pedestrians as they walked across the lake and over the low arching bridges. On the far side of the lake I was surprised to find myself riding into the low hills between tea plantations that produce the best tea in China – according to the locals. I resolved to return another day when I have more energy to climb one of several mountain peaks on the west side of the city. Deep emerald green forest and well maintained gardens create the impression of a subtropical paradise. The lake is lined with the stately and classic architecture of luxury resorts, sumptuous restaurants and traditional tea houses. I noticed a traffic jam at Lei Feng Tower which was built to commemorate a tragic love story that had happened at this lake according to ancient mythology. Unfortunately they were charging an entrance fee so I decided I would wait until I have actually made some money here.
As I returned along the shoreline close to the downtown area I was seduced into stopping to watch the gondolas floating on the lake, the brightly lit dinner party boats and the various street performers that drew crowds. Although I had planned to make the trip in two hours, darkness arrived before I could tear myself away and begin my return to campus. I had brought a map to help guide me back, but in the dark I became hopelessly disoriented and had to stop several times to ask for directions. After getting various contradictory directions, I realized I was being sent to the other ZUT Campus which caused me to ride around in circles for a couple of hours. By the time I got back it was 9:00pm and I needed to find dinner quickly, so I went to the place called “Dirty Alley” to buy some street food as I often did at my previous school. By comparison, the conditions here are much cleaner than Fuyang but the fried noodles were not nearly as good to my taste.
I spent the last week catching up on sleep and trying to get my stuff organized in the available living space – an ongoing project. I was able to contact two of the veteran teachers (not Ivy Leaguers) from previous years who were very helpful in giving advice from several years of teaching here and elsewhere in China. I did not get my class schedule until Friday since it had to be revised for only six teachers. Although my contract is for a maximum of 20 hours, I was given 26 class hours to teach, and I was dismayed to find that the school will not pay overtime as is stated in my contract About half of my classes will be post-graduate students, and the rest will be first and second and third year students. About half of the classes will be at the old campus near downtown (which is across the street from my apartment) and the other half will be at the new campus, which is about an hour away by shuttle bus. My schedule requires that I do the two hour round trip commute four days each week.
On Saturday I was able to swap two of the classes which I have never taught before (Advanced Writing and Western Media) with a veteran teacher for more oral English classes and reduce my class hours to 24 per week. I also met the three new teachers who really are from Princeton and Harvard – in China, one never knows. As often happens when I move to a new location I picked up a local flu bug that I spent the weekend recovering from. Today is Monday and I taught my first class. When I arrived at the classroom I found I had stupidly left my memory stick in my computer at my apartment, so I returned to get it during the class break between the two sessions and my bike lock jammed. Other than these two minor disasters, I felt the class went as well as could be expected. I hope I am learning from my mistakes, since I am making so many of them.
As always I count on your prayers and Divine Providence to see me through the various obstacles and barriers that pop up as regularly as a video game - or a pinball game if you remember those. I am constantly amazed at what God has brought me through and stressing out over the new ones that I am facing each day. This is by far the biggest city I have lived in and the greatest teaching challenge that I have faced, “and all I have to do is follow.”
May His goodness and mercy follow you,
Tim
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from Tim Robertson, robertsontim66@gmail.com
Aug 17, 2014
Dear Friends and Family,
In a month’s time I will be occupied with my new classes at Yuying Vocational Technical College in Hangzhou and too busy to write. Since I have the time now I will keep up with my schedule of writing this monthly newsletter to stay in touch with all of you. I am now in Sequim, WA and staying in Stan and Patti Chapple’s basement apartment. They have graciously allowed me to store the boxes of books, clothing and leftovers from my previous life here. I have been sorting through the stuff to find some useful items that I can take back with me and adding a few others that I brought with me from Michigan. I am thankful for the free storage since it would hardly be worth paying good money for storage of detritus pressed down by time.
I look forward to the challenges and changes that I will face in Hangzhou and try not to form too many expectations that are sure to be altered by reality. I know the culture will be much different since Zhejiang is considered to the wealthiest province in China due to its proximity to Shanghai which is the largest city in the world and is governed as a separate municipality (one of four in China) rather than being part of a province. Since Anhui province is the poorest province in China (by per capita income), and Fuyang, my former city of residence, was probably the poorest part of Anhui, I will no doubt be experiencing a certain level of culture shock. Hangzhou has a subway system, connections by fast train and an international airport, not to mention a much higher cost of living. Although my salary will remain largely the same, I will not be able to live on 25% of it, and save the rest as I was able to do in Fuyang.
For that reason among others, I am considering taking on the additional responsibility of training other English teachers for Echo English, the recruiting agency with which I have signed my contract. The Academic Director has just sent me a job description as part of a proposal to teach other foreign teachers that they have hired to work in various places in China. (Most foreign English teachers only stay one or two years, so they are usually lacking in experience and training.) They seem to think that I am qualified and I am reluctant to try and convince them otherwise, although I definitely feel that way. I have not yet received a contract for that job, so I am waiting for more details before I commit to another new role for myself. Since I have not yet received my class schedule from the college, I am not sure whether I will have the time to commute across town by subway to put in four or five hours at the Echo office each week. It is likely that I will be teaching both first and second year students at the college which will require additional lesson preparation time. Being the only foreign English teacher on campus may also bring other duties and expectations that I am not currently aware of.
After being away for so long (especially from Stanton) it is interesting for me to look for the changes that have happened during my time in China. But the biggest differences are changes that have happened to me. I find myself noticing things that would not have attracted my attention before and seeing details that seem strange to my altered state of perception. For example, I have been noticing cemeteries which do not exist in traditional Chinese culture. As I went cycling through the fields and villages near Fuyang, I would sometimes stop at random points to count the burial mounds that I could see without turning around – usually between 20 and 30. Sometimes there were groups of 10 or 20 clustered together with black stone markers that stood three to four feet tall with personal details and poetry carved on it, but usually the brown conical mounds are scattered somewhat randomly through the small family plots of ground that provide subsistence to most rural village dwellers. Only close relatives can be depended upon to maintain the grave sites of their ancestors and this strengthens the filial bonds that bind families together with the land.
Tomb Sweeping Day (aka Qing Ming Festival, often translated as Chinese Memorial Day or Ancestor’s Day), was reinstated in 2008 as a national holiday and is held in April each year. My first impression was that it was celebrated to remind families of their duties to perform rituals for their ancestors as required by the teachings of Confucius. But on further research I found that the date was originally designated in 732 AD by the Emperor in the Tang dynasty in order to limit the time and money spent on expensive and extravagant ceremonies honoring departed family members. Now the concern of the government is that so much of the scarce fertile land is taken up by burial mounds that there is not enough land left for food production. The burial mounds of dark soil are also an obstruction to mechanized farming so that many small farms must use manual labor to till, plant and harvest the wheat in May and the corn in September.
Since Anhui is largely an agricultural province, the provincial government has recently begun to enforce the law against burying bodies. As part of the ban, police have been raiding local carpentry shops to destroy the coffins that are on sale for traditional burials. News stories (*see below) tell of elderly people killing themselves in order to be buried before the deadline of June 1st this year and thus escape the penalty of breaking the law and the necessity of cremation. With the announcement of changes to the residential registration system, 13 million people each year are moving from the rural areas into booming cities to get jobs, better education and health care. Many are reluctant to move as it will mean giving up the security of growing their own food and abandoning the tombs of their ancestors.
The loss of family members recently has made me more sympathetic to their concerns. After the burial of my mother in the cemetery next to my father I spent some time wandering among the headstones and noticing the names on them. Although I left Stanton right after my high school graduation in 1976, I saw surprised at how many names I recognized and remembered those people who I used to know. I found the graves of many former teachers, neighbors, paper route customers and church members among the markers that date as far back as Civil War dead. This being the only large hill in town, we would often come to “cemetery hill” to go sledding in the winter. Now I notice a sign the prohibits that activity out of concern for the danger of hitting grave stones and trees on the steep slope. When I visited once more before leaving I was struck by the wild flowers blooming around the edges of the gravesite and felt God had planted and caused them to grow for both of them.
Since that time I have been noticing the small green cemeteries in each town with small white headstones and colorful flowers and thinking how they express the traditional beliefs of Christians. Although Americans are known for highly valuing individualism and private property, they share the community space set aside for honoring the dead, while Chinese, known for their values of community and family, honor their dead privately on land that they do not own and are abandoning in large numbers. Perhaps that reflects the expectation of Christians that they will rise together to eternal life at the second coming of Christ, while the majority of Chinese traditionally believe in the reincarnation of individuals after they die. as taught by Buddhism. The only color at a gravesite in China is usually the red paper left from exploded firecrackers and remains of burned incense, “spirit money” and fake ingots of gold and silver for the next life, after which they will die again.
I am looking forward to living in Hangzhou, which is considered to be one of the most beautiful cities in China because of its natural scenery. Much of its reputation is due to the famous West Lake gardens which are pictured on the one-Yuan note and have been recreated in Japan and Korea. Another interesting feature is the Qiantang River which runs close to the Yuying College campus and is famous for having the highest tidal bore in the world which can be as high as 30 feet and travel up to 25 miles an hour inland from the East China Sea. The city is the capital of Zhejiang Province and is the fourth largest metropolitan area in China with a population of over 21 million people. I am looking forward to being able to cycling on top of the levy along the river as the tide changes and watching the “Silver Dragon” sweep up the river and into the harbor. Yes, they actually hold surfing competitions in the Qiantang River!
As you may have noticed, I am not one to take a lot of pictures, but I may have to change that and send along some to you in future newsletters. I have been looking at some of the pictures my mother gave me from the many photo albums that she kept of our large family. Many of them are of me as a young boy in the villages of the Ashaninka people where we lived on the headwaters of the upper tributaries of the Amazon River. There are some of the missionary boarding school in Tournavista, named after R. G. Letourneau who built the town and the school for MKs. Looking back, I can see many differences and similarities to what I am doing now. My father and mother went out as singles to the mission field where they got to know each other in a small Ashaninka village where they were both working. Dad was 32 when he married mom and they had 6 children, 5 of whom were born in Peru. As I go out alone to China, I feel a sense of following a pattern. I will live with the students on campus and enjoy the adventure of walking by faith.
I remember the old hymn sung at my mother’s funeral, “Here I raise my Ebenezer, hither by Thy help I’ve come.” (Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing)
Thank-you for remembering to pray for me as I seek to represent Christ.
Tim
P.S. *Article: www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2639757/Elderly-Chinese-...
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Tim Robertson's posts about his time as an English teacher in Anhui at the Fuyang Teachers College are uploaded at: www.flickr.com/photos/ray_mahoney/9114089397/in/photostream, www.flickr.com/photos/ray_mahoney/8302698850/in/photostream, www.flickr.com/photos/ray_mahoney/14217075257/in/photostream; www.flickr.com/photos/ray_mahoney/9012874492/
Wie die Wochen zuvor gab es auch am 14. März 2022 eine Demonstration der sogenannten „APO Dortmund“. Sie geben vor, gegen die Maßnahmen im Bezug auf Corona zu protestieren. Ebenso wie Querdenken. In Dortmund sind diese Gruppen identisch. Die Anmelderin Janine Beicht, ehemals im Vorstand der Partei „Die Basis“ KV Dortmund, ist Admin beider Gruppen auf Telegram.
In der Spitze brachte sie bis zu 1400 Menschen auf die Straße. Davon ist wenig geblieben. Heute waren es geschätzt 300, vielleicht 350 Teilnehmer*innen. Auch deutlich, im Zuge der kommenden Landtagswahl in NRW wird das Spektakel immer mehr eine Parteiveranstaltung. Bildbestimmend sind mittlerweile die „weißen Westen“ der Partei „Die Basis“. Die Partei selbst ist im weitesten Sinne aus dem Spektrum von „Querdenken“ hervorgegangen.
Nach mehreren Demos über den Wall, zuletzt durch das Kreuzviertel. Ging es heute in Kaiserstraßen-Viertel. Von Außenwirkung keine Rede. Mit zunehmender Dämmerung und Dunkelheit ist selbst daneben stehend nicht direkt klar, was sie eigentlich wollen. Es bleibt am Ende eine Trillerpfeifengetriebende Meute von weißen alten Menschen, die, wenn sie auf Gegenprotest treffen, zu Höchstform aufläuft und sich immerhin zu einem „Nazis raus“ aufraffen können. Wohlgemerkt in Richtung des antifaschistischen Gegenprotestes.
Der Gegenprotest selbst fiel heute sehr klein aus. Das ist schade. Dennoch gut, dass ihnen nicht ohne Protest die Straße überlassen wird.
Nächste Woche werden sie bestimmt wieder Dortmunder Anwohner*innen mit ihren Trillerpfeifen nerven.
Paddock was built at the start of the 2nd World War below the Post Office Research Station in Dollis Hill. The purpose of the two level citadel was to act as a standby to the Cabinet War Rooms in Whitehall. The bunker became operational in 1940 with the War Cabinet meeting there on 3rd October.
Churchill did not like the new bunker and by the autumn of 1943 the standby cabinet war rooms were relocated to the North Rotunda in Marsham Street, close to Whitehall; Paddock was abandoned the following year.
During the cold war, Paddock was suggested as a replacement for the North London Group War Room at Partingdale Lane, Mill Hill but this was rejected by the GLC. It was also, along with Station Z at Harrow, suggested as the Main Control Centre for the whole of London with the 4 (later 5) Group Controls reporting to it. The idea of 1 central control was never adopted and the upper floor at Paddock was relegated to a Post Office social club.
Following closure of Post Office Research Station, in the mid 1990's the site was sold to a property developer who converted the Research Station into luxury flats with a new housing estate on the rest of the site. The single storey surface building above Paddock was demolished but the citadel, which has local authority listing was untouched and two access points were retained one an unobtrusive steel door in a wall between two houses and the other a brick blockhouse beside the road which also houses a small electricity sub station. The site has now been handed over to a housing association.
[Subterranea Britannica www.subbrit.org.uk]
A VI Mostra Musical Olho do Tempo, realizada pela Escola Viva Olho do Tempo e patrocinada pelo CMDCA - JP, envolve a participação de 80 crianças e adolescentes, e é fruto do trabalho desenvolvido pela Escola Viva Olho do Tempo, por meio de oficinas continuadas desenvolvidas pelos educadores e educadoras no cotidiano, onde crianças e adolescentes vivenciam e protagonizam arte, cultura, música, literatura e meio ambiente.
As 13 canções que foram apresentas no show são de autoria das crianças, dos adolescentes e seus padrinhos e madrinhas musicais, e abordam as seguintes temáticas: “O Rio Gramame”, “O Meio Ambiente”, “Minha Comunidade” e “O Estatuto da Criança e do Adolescente”, e entrelaçam as temáticas vivenciadas no cotidiano da Escola Olho do Tempo, com a música e a poesia que brotam dos aprendizados, fortalecendo as identidades e cultura local.
No show, foram apresentadas as composições produzidas nos anos anteriores em formato de coletâneas, o processo de criação das canções aconteceu a partir de textos ou poemas criados pelas crianças e adolescentes nas oficinas da escola, e foram ganhando ritmos, melodias, arranjos e harmonias no fazer conjunto com os respectivos padrinhos e madrinhas, artistas que generosamente aceitaram o nosso convite para abraçar essas criatividades, de forma voluntária.
Os sucessivos encontros acontecem para a troca de ideias e afetos, e para as vivências e os aprendizados com o exercício da reinvenção musical.
As músicas selecionadas foram escolhidas nessa interação entre os artistas locais e a meninada, com uma partilha repleta de boniteza!
A Mostra Musical deste ano teve produção musical de Mari Santana e Anderson França. Direção Musical de Mari Santana e Adeildo Vieira.
Assim, foram apresentadas as composições realizadas pela meninada, com a parceria dos seguintes padrinhos e madrinhas musicais: Adeildo Vieira, Bruno Miranda, Sandra Belê, Yuri Carvalho, Déa Limeira, Danielly Dantas, Mari Santana, Évla Bertoldo, Júnior Marsi, Polyana Resende e Alisson Almeida.
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Grabenbäckerquelle - abandoned hotel with a historical radon water therapy center and bath house in Bad Gastein in Salzburg.
A Praia do Leblon localiza-se na cidade de Rio de Janeiro, no estado brasileiro do Rio de Janeiro.
Praia com 1,3 km de comprimento, é continuação da Praia de Ipanema, começando no Jardim de Alá e indo até os penhascos da Av. Niemeyer. Ali existe o Mirante do Leblon, de onde se pode apreciar toda a avenida costeira (av. Delfim Moreira), as praias do Leblon e de Ipanema e a Pedra do Arpoador.
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The Leblon Beach is located in the city of Rio de Janeiro, in the Brazilian state of Rio de Janeiro.
Beach with 1.3 km long, is the continuation of Ipanema Beach, beginning in the Garden of Allah and going to the cliffs of Avenida Niemeyer. There exists the Mirante do Leblon, where one can appreciate the coastal avenue (av. Delfim Moreira), the beaches of Ipanema and Leblon and Arpoador rock.
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La playa de Leblon se encuentra en la ciudad de Río de Janeiro, en el estado brasileño de Río de Janeiro.
Playa con 1,3 km de longitud, es la continuación de la playa de Ipanema, a partir del jardín de Alá e ir a los acantilados de la Avenida Niemeyer. Existe el Mirante do Leblon, donde se puede apreciar la avenida costera (av. Delfim Moreira), las playas de Ipanema y Leblon y roca de Arpoador.