Hoje é um novo dia / de um novo tempo / que começou. Ainda não é final de ano, mas o Futebol do Rio traz um presentão especialmente pra você, caro leitor, que não tem tempo pra acompanhar a degradação evolução dos times cariocas: é a sensacional coluna 4 por 1, que estreia hoje com pequenas notícias cretinas que farão toda a diferença no seu dia. O tema de hoje são as frases do final de semana. Vamos a elas?

Sério?

“O Fla é o adversário que mais conheço” – Ney Franco, técnico do Botafogo, sobre o clássico de domingo. Já que vc o conhece tanto assim, porque não consegue vencê-lo há tanto tempo? Mistério…

Brincadeira…

“Podem confiar no grupo e em mim” – Fred, atacante do Flu. Mas ele não foi expulso nas duas últimas partidas? Desculpa, Fred, mas eu não consigo nem tecer comentários…

Antes tarde…

“Reconheço que eu falhei.” - Welinton, zagueiro do Fla, reconhece a culpa pela derrota contra o Palmeiras. Tava na hora, mas tem que jogar muito ainda pra se redimir.

Sensatez

“Não podemos baixar a guarda. Não devemos pensar que estas três vitórias seguidas serão suficientes.” - Dorival Junior, técnico do Vasco, após a vitória sobre o ABC. É bom mesmo evitar o salto alto. Ainda tem muita pedreira pela frente. Olho vivo, Dorival.

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For a long time now, I’ve been aware of the Pay it Forward principle. It comes from a film of the same name – Pay it Forward. The movie is about a young boy who comes up with a theory of how to make the world a better place. He does a good deed for three people and the way they repay him is by paying it forward to three more people and they pay it forward etc etc. I remember that he brings a homeless guy home, much to the shock and horror of his Mother. The boy gives the man some food, clean clothes and a place to sleep in the garage. I think the homeless guy fixes up the mother’s car or something, but I can’t remember the rest of it, it’s several years since I watched it. I do remember I cried at the end of it – a lot!!

Anyway, the point of this blog is that a lady who I’ve met through one of my other online sources has used the pay it forward principle and has sponsored me into a 4×1 matrix – yes, she paid my entry. So now it’s my turn to pay it forward. I’m looking for 2 or 3 people to start off with, who are ready and willing to pay it forward to 2 or 3 more people and watch how our team and our income flourish!

If you’re ready to start making a difference, please click on the banner below and see how we can turn $11 into $100’s or even $1000’s. If you are one of my pay it forwards, you’ll need to contact me personally so that I can pay your $11 for you.
Here’s to your success in all your endeavours.

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Fonte: Cezar Loureiro/O Globo

Pois é… um joguinho em que todos achavam que seria duro… no mínimo disputado… e o Vasco deu um chocolate no Botafogo. Realmente jogamos bem, é fato que estamos com entrosamento e com boas referências dentro de campo.

Como já dissemos aqui, Tiago está surpreendendo com excelentes atuações (e ontem não foi diferente); Carlos Alberto é essencial pra esse time (troca logo o Morais por ele! Em definitivo!); Élton sabe fazer gol; Pimpão está rendendo muito mais vindo do banco de reservas; os laterais, Ramón e PS, estão com atuações muito regulares e o desacreditado Jéferson tem feito muito bem o papel (com excelentes passes e cadência de jogo) de coadjuvante do Carlos Alberto.

Dorival sabe armar e comandar um grupo. Ao colocar Pimpão na reserva ele mostrou que futebol é pra se mostrar dentro de campo e não no gógó! Acertou também ao colocar o Léo Lima no final do jogo. Afinal, esquentadinho como ele é, já estava doido pra arrumar um tumulto por estar na reserva.

Enfim, é isso! Mostramos que estamos no caminho certo. Que estamos montando um bom elenco pra disputa da série B e que, se derem mole, podemos chegar já no estadual!

É bom lembrar que de nada adianta ganhar os clássicos dos turnos (Taça GB e RJ) e dar mole nas semi. Vamos manter a pegada pra chegar tinindo na fase eliminatória e, o TJD deixando, disputar o título do segundo turno e o consequente título carioca.

AVANTE VASCO!

Today’s iPhone Photo of the Day is again from Las Vegas and again from Fremont Street–this is a time-lapse shot of the giant LED screen that provides a dazzling show every hour on the hour. You can’t tell from this tiny picture, but that “screen” up there is the width of a city street. Vegas!

How do I sum up QuadCamera? QuadCamera is a passionate yet illicit affair between still photography and stop motion…still photography and motion picture…still photography and flipbooks…QuadCamera takes a bunch of photos at once.

That’s a little roundabout, but QuadCamera is what you make of it. It works the same way Lomo cameras like the ActionSampler, the SuperSampler, and the Oktomat work: by exposing multiple images, seconds apart, on the same piece of “film.” It’s not film in the iPhone, of course, but the subsequent images are attached to each other on the same frame, creating an “interval” image where time progresses from left of frame to right of frame (or top to bottom, if you turn the camera). Think of it as an extremely short flipbook.  I own a Lomo Oktomat, which produced exactly three rolls of film before breaking for good, so I’m very happy to report that QuadCamera has not broken yet.

QuadCamera gives you four compositional options: 4×1 (above), 2×2, 4×2, and 8×1 (all below). Don’t fret that these examples are small. They’re just examples (i.e., they’re not very good).

For $1.99, I would have been satisfied with 2 formats. And would have happily thrown another $1.99 for an OktoCamera. So all four formats? Awesome.

Also awesome is the fact that QuadCamera gives you color filters right in the program itself, so if you’re filter-happy like me, there’s no need to import your QuadPic into CameraBag or Tiffen PhotoFX to give it a funky twist. QuadCamera gives you the choice between No Effect, Vivid (saturation boosted), Bright (highlights boosted), Dull (saturation lowered), Hi-Con (contrast boosted, saturation left alone), and Grayscale. So, six filters, four formats, all in one app for $1.99.

AND the one feature that hands-down makes QuadCamera better than a Lomo (besides the fact that it doesn’t break under a stiff breeze)? You can set the interval timer. You can set the timer! To whatever frequency you want! Okay, from between 0.10 of a second to 3.00 seconds, but ANY frequency in that range is yours for the choosing. There’s even a slider! And time measured in hundredths of a second!

Am I sounding a little overexcited? Because I felt a little overexcited when I saw that.

There’s clearly a lot of room for creative exploration here, but for now, my iPhone Photo of the Day is a straightforward 4×1 at about .25 second intervals, shot without moving the camera. There’s just so much more  to come.

Foto flagra comemoração animada dos jogadores do Milan depois do gol de Beckham na goleada de 4×1 do Milan sobre o Bologna

Anderson Pico dominando a bola

Este foi o lance que originou a falta que resultou no segundo gol do Inter, no Gre-Nal de domingo (4×1 para o Inter).

Imagem capturada do GloboEsporte.

Internacional 4 x 1 Grêmio!

Siiimm! Com foto bem grande mesmo! =) E com texto em vermelho, porque hoje pode!

Foi um jogaço, um clássico jogado como há muito tempo não se via. E querem saber o melhor? Eu estava lá! Aham, aham =D Não podia perder essa de jeito nenhum, né. Agora posso dizer que eu estava no estádio, assistindo a goleada do meu time no arqui rival, não é pra qualquer um…

Eu não esperava tanto, sério mesmo. Mas o Inter entrou em campo ultra motivado, graças a declaração infeliz do presidente tricolor, dizendo que “iam passar a máquina no colorado”. E agora, quem passou a máquina em quem? Fiquei sabendo que cada jogador colorado recebeu um cartão com essa declaração impressa no vestiário antes do jogo e pelo jeito, surtiu grande efeito. Eu acreditava que o Inter podia ganhar esse Gre-nal, mas achava que ia ser suado, difícil, no máximo 1×0, 2×1… mas 4×1, quem apostaria???

Foi uma atuação de luxo do grupo colorado. D’Alessandro fez sua melhor partida pelo Inter (participou de todos os gols colorados), Guiñazu jogou por todo meio-campo, era um leão, Índio, como sempre, seguro na defesa e no ataque (hehehe), Alex, jogou como sempre e nem o Angelo decepcionou. Foi perfeito! E o único que não estava no seu dia, acabou saindo. Edinho foi expulso e fez o favor de levar o Tcheco embora junto, o que só acabou de matar o tricolor.

O primeiro gol foi de D’Alessandro, um chutaço no gol do Vitor. Depois o Grêmio conseguiu um empate, com um bonito chute do Tcheco. Daí eu achei que viria uma reação gremista, mas que nada. Logo o Inter fez outro gol e outro e outro. Hehehe =) Gols marcados por Alex, Índio e Nilmar. No final do primeiro tempo o placar já estava assim: Inter 4×1 Grêmio. No segundo tempo, o Grêmio parece que nem voltou do vestiário, sentindo a falta de Pereira (que saiu logo no início do jogo sentindo lesão) e Tcheco que fora expulso, o tricolor não se mostrava nenhuma ameaça e nem um esboço de reação tentou. O inter trocava passes aos gritos de Olé! da torcida.

Tó o vídeo com os gols, eu não me canso de olhar…

Beira Rio lotado, goleada, sol, um bom copo de Coca-Cola, o que mais eu poderia pedir???

Por Tise

Feliz, muito feliz! =D

Part II

So, the following two years offered labor and loss and failure and yet an incredible education. In my vain attempts to ‘make this thing happen’ I taught myself a lot about the internet, about marketing, about selling books and talking about books. I, alone, had to play the role of every person in the publishing house.

And whenever I tried to bring people on to help me, it didn’t work out. Most of them were much like Cullen and Peter and Shahrul…in their mid-to-late twenties and still idealistic but short of time and money. And they were smarter than me, maybe, because they knew enough to not put their priorities with this nebulous mess. But it was my nebulous mess with the face only a mother could love. And I was its new mother.

I had moved to Philadelphia to parlay my short experience as a reporter and my years teaching composition into a copyediting job at Aramark. There I learned basic copyediting skills, what human misery looks like up close, and why the fear of corporate life that had always been with me was completely rational. As is the storyline for all young people out to seek their fortune, we were terribly treated and given the wrong work tools and supervised by people who had no idea what our jobs really entailed.

I didn’t know any better. I figured that was just the standard. I went to work stressed and inevitably missed things. Lowercased words that should be capitalized. the correct placement of a colon or comma. We were given time to go through a 200 page document only once. It was speed copyediting, which is impossible to do well and is a torture that should be listed under the Geneva Convention.

We all missed things. We started becoming defensive and accusatory, the way people do when they are asked to accomplish an impossible task under the auspices that that it is possible. And yet, under these war conditions, deep bonds were formed among us. Two of which, for me, were Raquel and Kalonda.

Gone were the days of running a college classroom, driving home down green hills to my apartment by the edge of the woods. The existential crises I had suffered constantly when I was a teacher had left me insecure and emotional. But the soulessness of that office, the hard edges everyone wore, the long hours afterward drinking beer in stilted, unhappy conversation about work were too much for me by far. They were, in fact, the manifestation of every belief I had about the corporate world and why I had stayed out of it until then.

But I had my press, the whole time, to sustain me creatively. And I befriended designers and learned more about production. I had long conversations with Kalonda about the future of media and her web development ideas. She was teaching herself flash and reading up on the burgeoning world of 2005 online. Perez Hilton, youtube, banner ads, movies online, basically everything that is now called Web 2.0. She already understood. She saw it. She had the juice. Three years ago she was saying what everyone is saying now about social networking, information sharing, and free content. And god bless her, she was irreverent as all hell, which made me feel empowered. .

I went to work at Educational Testing Services next, where Raquel had also moved on to, copyediting work that was more my fare. GREs, SATs, and other educational tests. The whole day with Wikipedia open and actual information passing before my eyes, not just marketese. But within two months, a deep malaise had overtaken me. Raquel had left for graduate school at Emerson College to get a degree in Publishing and I sunk into despair.

Raquel’s story had been somewhat similar. She had worked for a writing resource center in Bucks County until unwise budgeting had forced it to go under. Already the pragmatic daughter of a Cuban émigré and a Spaniard, this experience reinforced in her the need to approach publishing as a business. Too often, the people who get involved in publishing are dreamy-eyed, failed writers who love literature or just love going to parties and saying they are in publishing, but refuse to do what is necessary to make their enterprise solvent.

So, because of someone’s neglect, Raquel lost her job and had to come to Aramark where she got to meet me and Kalonda but also had to pay for it by carrying the scar of Aramark starman that all who have passed through do. It is a scar etched close to your heart, but to be fair, it isn’t the worst of what is out there.

So, Raquel had kept me sane during Aramark and ETS, but now she was gone and I was dealing with the dual stresses of being in a relationship that wasn’t working (though it was with a person who gave the press a lot of help and encouraged me greatly) while I was trying to actually produce my first book as publisher.

My misery had been siphoned into this wild need to REALLY make the press work, so as to prove that I wasn’t actually a corporate shill but was doing interesting and authentic things that set me apart. This desperation lead me to take on a project publishing work by a noted poet and his partner, a performance artist. She contacted me, seeing if I wanted to publish CD covers and linings for CDs that they had made. I jumped on it- an easy start and VERY artsy. A project that would be doable and have real IDEALISM merit. For months I researched production elements, how to produce their duel CDs and to create lovely CD books to go along. It was supposed to be an easy project, a good starter.

I discussed designs for the covers and my then-boyfriend even designed a flyer to give out in France, where they were spending part of their summer. But as the project grew and grew, the artist demanded more and more time, money, energy. To the point where she wanted to add a whole online element and sort of invited herself to come down and work one-on-one with Kalonda on an interactive website, making sure it turned out exactly how she wanted it.

Kalonda had, out of the goodness of her heart, offered to help with the promotional website, but here was a classic example of the artist/author who wants complete control over the product. I used to think ,a s awriter, that the publisher should take less money and have less control than they normally do. I don’t anymore. If you are a publisher, you must cling to your power and be certain of your position in the relationship. You are the investor of time, money, and energy to make someone else’s dreams come true. Do NOT give up your authority, no matter how much you may want to please your talent.

And I certainly wanted to please my talent. Every day I wrung my hands, realizing that production costs for these two full-color CD books were going to be over $3,000 out of my pocket and when I crunched the numbers, it looked like it was most likely going to a project that lost money. I didn’t even mind losing money, it was that I minded not being able to compensate others.

Looking back, what I was really up against were my own perceptions. At the core, I did not believe that I deserved to be in control of my own company, or that I deserved to really ask for committed help that i couldn’t compensate with money. And regarding my day job, I did not believe that I could have a job that flowed naturally with my talents, sleeping patterns, and moods. I cried almost nightly about work, my relationship, the project. Nothing was working out, once again.

I finally had to bite the bullet and tell the couple that I couldn’t produce their cd-book. I offered them a plan to do it online, which Kalonda helped me form. It was savvy and forward-thinking but I knew they wouldn’t go for it. They are older and used to publishing meaning something that you can touch and see and sell at book signings. And more than that, I know the allure of the physical book with your name on it. It means something tangible. The ego identifies with it. I am a writer. I understand.

And they were upset with me and declined the substitute offer and to this day, we haven’t spoken.

And it reminded me of one summer when I had written a full-length screen play and tried to film and edit it it all myself with 13 actors. I could not finish it. I just couldn’t do it by myself. And I know there were some people who were disappointed. I know I wasted some people’s time.

And I also know that I’m damn smart. And creative. And ambitious. And that maybe I just don’t offer people enough of a sense of ownership in these projects and that is why I don’t get the help I need. Or maybe I need to control too much or I have trouble asking for help. Either way, for all my abilities, I end up with a castle in the air and a couple rocks rolled up underneath it in lieu of a foundation. And that’s as far as I get besides getting tired, and resentful, and disappointed in myself and people.

So, here is one lesson I learned: that people like me, who have big dreams, need to have people to help us. We try to do too much on our own. The problem is that I almost never find a partner who is willing to give even a fraction of what I give to a project. I cannot offer money…I don’t think I should have to offer money. These endeavors have never offered me money.

I have also learned that I have inside me an imbalance, a sort of fundamental tilt away from taking care of myself and toward pleasing others. This is not a good tilt to be at when running a business. I have made too many decisions out of emotion. And yet, the great clincher in all of this is that although the press has taken more than it has given in some ways, in other ways, it has given me so much in terms of just personal growth. As if it were, instead of a hen that lays golden eggs, or even a field that tends to bears good grain…it has been more like a tool, like a hoe.. something that in using its implements has made me a good farmer. Not rich or well-known, or even successful, but good with a hoe.

to be continued in four parts…

Part III

“And therefore, uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it!”

-A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens

I must implore…
Though my mistress is deserving,
I deserve more,
For I do the serving.

Part I

The creator of Inconundrum Press, Shahrul, is a logical man. He is more logical than any single person I know. His tastes run to the literary, but even that could not suppress his eventually getting an MBA. When he started Inconundrum Press, it was with the help of two English-major friends: Peter and Cullen.

Shahrul had a head for business. He tended to clarity and keeping things simple. His motto was to exact the greatest gain from the least amount of effort, like any efficient system. Therefore, the three of them acquired a manuscript from a noted author, published it, ran a contest to drum up attention for the press, and then sold the book online. There was no marketing plan, per se. There was no elaborate strategy to get distribution for the 3,000 copies of this book that had been printed. They would do more books and those books, in turn, would generate more attention for the first book.

The problem was that the follow-up books didn’t happen. Interest fell away and the attention and care the press needed was too much. The book didn’t really sell well at all and Shahul was getting his MBA, Peter was finishing his PhD, and Cullen had other interests to pursue.

Meanwhile, it was 2005 and I was living in Pittsford, NY. I had finished my MA in English a couple years prior and had been teaching English comp. and lit. at two community colleges. Teaching was a ride and a labor and a love at times, but I was losing interest. After three years, I quit teaching and spent the summer in my sweaty apartment, living on crackers and cheese. I sold my air conditioner to pay part of the rent and my poor brother and I soaked all summer. It was a hard time for me. I couldn’t even get a job at Borders. I am a Buddhist and I chanted every day to have my mission revealed to me. Day in and day out I seemed to float in this haze of fear and anguish. It might have also been malnutrition.

I found myself returning to writing, as I always do when I face myself in the starkest moments. Before being a teacher, a publisher, or an editor, I am a writer. So I searched through my computer files for old stories and ideas, to remind myself of how long this commitment to writing has lingered. And I came across a manuscript.

A short novel I had written in three days in fall, 2000 as part of the Anvil three-day novel contest. I had not won. But Shahrul and Cullen, who were starting their press, read it, and Shahrul (more than Cullen) liked it. And he said he wanted to publish it with their new press. And he said, in his stern, steady, Shahrul way that I would have to sacrifice something in order to get the novel to where it could be. I was in my first semester of grad school. What he meant was that I would have to take time away from school and devote it to the novel.

I was driving down some long highway a couple weeks later, on my way back from a visiting a friend in White Planes when I realized I was terrified of editing my novel. I was clinging to this idea of being published. It gave me a sense of confidence, identity. I was 23 and I wanted to “arrive”. I had tried to rewrite the opening chapter, to restructure the plot. But I had no idea what I was doing. Sharhul would say things like: “this needs to be more vividly written” and he would pass on some smart writing techniques from Douglas Glover, the Canadian author who was teaching a graduate fiction writing course at Albany at the time.

I was just, well, too unfocused and immature to deserve the opportunity. I couldn’t edit my own work. I couldn’t see the larger picture and I didn’t really know what ways of saying things were better than others. I mean, give me one sentence and the idea behind it and I could make it conform better. It was my best gift. But give me a whole mess of sentences, with an amorphous, shifting idea that wasn’t formed, and in fact, I was trying to form through the making of these sentences…well, I didn’t know what I wanted it all to mean and so I never quite got my footing.

I never officially admitted to myself or to Shahrul that I had quit the novel, but I left for South Africa in July 2001 and I didn’t return to Albany ever again. I was consumed with graduate school and my new Buddhist practice, and I was still deluded and young enough to not allow myself to just directly face that I had failed.

I don’t stay up nights thinking about it. There was a musical in highschool I had a lead in that I lost because I stopped working hard at it. To me, that is more tragic. The novel had merit, but rewriting your own novel, at 23, with a decently bad case of ADD and too much of an inferiority complex to actually ask for help…well, I generally forgave myself.

But in 2005, while plumbing the depths of my computer files, I came across the novella. It was called “The Shape of the Butterfly” after a metaphor I wanted to pull out of the chaos theory concept of the Lorenz Attractor. A summer of intense introspection and sweating had left me leaner physically and emotionally. I allowed myself to feel the remorse I had for wasting my chance to publish a novel and to take advantage of a friend’s generous offer.

I wrote an email to Shahrul immediately, thanking him for the opportunity and apologizing for not following through with it. He wrote back in his kindly, staid manner and said that it was alright and that he would call me. He called and I asked him how the press was going, how their book was selling, etc.

He said that it wasn’t really going anywhere. And my perception of these young, savvy guys in Albany, NY living the intellectual-bohemian lifestyle and making things happen like making books appear in the world, died. Or it began the very first twitchings of the long, slow, disillusioning death that it would take over the next two years. Because it was still quite alive a moment later when he said: “You want to take over the press?” And I screamed, “Yes!”

What followed really did change my life, but not for the reasons I thought it would. What I soon learned was that the press was no more than an idea, a floating signifier, a “magic” ring given a hero to supposedly summon bravery from some supernatural source, but it really just a bit of polished tin. There was nothing concrete or actual about what I received when I got the press. I was given no start-up money and I know that Sharhul had taken a substantial loss, as he was the one who put up the money for the 3,000 copies of 4×1. And now, I have sold enough copies to equal about $600 in profit- over 3 years. And hundreds of hours of work. Yes, I know. Bad business decision.

But I am not a scrooge, and I tend to follow the spirit of that old miser’s nephew Fred who loved Christmas and said: “And therefore, uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it!”

to be continued in four parts…

Part II

Se continuar assim, fica mais uns 10 anos na fila.

E Viva o SPORT !!

A quick trough for your Saturday…

Bobby Petrino’s father got ran over by an Arkansas WR during practice yesterday…He’s okay. Cornerback Jerell Norton appears to have pulled a hamstring during the practice. WR Crosby Tuck had a bad day. Redshirt freshman Tim Dial, who was a weakside linebacker, has left the team. All of the previous stories are covered HERE. Here is the round up of Friday’s Practice Reports. AS360 visits with SI’s Stewart Mandel about Bobby Petrino. Finally the rescheduling of the Texas game from 2009 to 2015 is official per AD Jeff Long.

The Diamond Hogs still can’t find their bats in a 5-2 loss to Auburn. AS360 talks to the resident diamond hog on their staff, Brent Birch, about their turbulent season. They also link to some video from Sonny Weem’s win in the National Slam Dunk Contest. Lastly, Arkansas won it’s 10th-straight Texas Relays title in the 4×1,500-meter relay Friday.

Esta foto eu tirei no dia 21.03.08, no Grande Sermão da Montanha 2008, realizado no Mineirão, BH/MG, durante a apresentação da Banda Quatro por Um. Não sei a opinião de vocês, mas pra mim foi a foto mais bonita do evento (hehehehehe). O lance de profundidade, as cores, o formato da foto em si, etc… Então faça seu comentário e críticas.

Abraço a todos!

Markinhos D7

Vi essa carta na internet.

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“Pô, eu tαvα vendo αqui um DVD de títulos do Vαsco qê me forçou α fαzer um certo tipo de reflexão. O qê o Vαsco significou p. mim em todos esses 18 αnos de vidα ? Bom, nαsci em 89 e o qê eu αssiti de lá p. cá qê me fez ter orgulho de ser vαscαíno ? Aí é nessα horα qê chegαriα um flαmerdistα fαnfαrrão e provocαriα de tαl formα .. ‘ Ah, tu αssistiu um tri-vice do teu time pro meu ‘ . Hoje, fαzendo umα breve pesquisα nα internet, nesse DVD e nα minhα memóriα eu já sαberiα responde-lo .. ‘ Flαmerdistα, pαrαbéns pelo seu tri-cαmpeonαto heróico, mαis desde α mαdrugαdα do diα 11/08/89 (dαtα do meu αniversário), já se pαssαrαm 12 títulos estαduαis conquistαdos pelo Vαsco e cinco por vocês, ah ! vocês forαm vices em cinco deles, mαis não me vαnglorio nesses cαmpeonαtos ‘meiα bocα’ não, tô fαlαndo de títulos de verdαde, dαqueles qê enchem de orgulho, qê fαzem você comprá o jornαl no diα seguinte, ñ p. mostrá α ninguém, mαis p. guαrdá α sete chαves como o próprio troféu. Desde qê nαsci, eu tive o prαzer de ver um certo ‘αnimαl’ servido pelo ‘gαrçom’ Evαir αrrαsαr o pαís inteiro e dominαr o cαmpeonαto de pontα-pontα, vi esse mesmo time, qê contαvα com jogαdores como Juninho Pernαmbucαno, Felipe, Mαuro Gαlvão, Cαrlos Germαno etc .. αplicαr dois 4 x 1 no seu time entre 96 e 97, αh αquele cαrα qê chαmαvαm de ‘αnimαl’ virou bαcαlhαu e rebolou nα frente dα suα imponente defesα. Em 98 eu tive o prαzer de vivenciαr o centenário do meu time do corαção, foi lindo .. É, tentαrαm estrαgαr, αpαgαrαm αté αs luzes no finαl do Estαduαl dαquele αno quαndo o Vαsco tαvα sufocαndo, mαis não teve jeito, α luz voltou e Mαuro Gαlvão fez no finαlzinho o gol do título, como eu já tinha dito, ñ ligo p, cαmpeonαtozinho. Gαnhei umα certα Libertαdores dα Américα nesse αno, quem trouxe foi o tαl do Pαnterα, o Luizão e um cαrinhα lá qê fez o ‘ Gol Monumentαl ‘, gostei dαquele αno .. e você Flαmerdistα ? Como foi o αno do seu centenário ? Ficou sem respostα porque ? Deixα p. lá .. continuα lendo . Em 99 eu gαnhei o Rio-São Pαulo no Morumbi contrα o Sαntos e no αno seguinte mαis glóriα. Vocês gαnhαrαm o Estαduαl nesse αno né ? Legαl, eu gαnhei o Brαsileiro, vi meu time encαrαr α Rede Globo rs e αssisti o melhor presente de Nαtαl qê um αmαnte do futebol pode querê, prα muitos α mαior virαdα qê o pessoαl dα minhα idαde e de váriαs gerαções já αssistiu. Gαnhαmos α Mercosul com o Juninho bαtendo no peito e incendiαndo cercα de 600 felizαrdos qê se αtreverαm α ir αo Pαrque Antárticα e com show de um bαixinho, é, esse mesmo qê fez o milésimo gol de suα cαrreirα vestindo α cαmisα do Clube de Regαtαs Vαsco dα Gαmα. Ultimαmente meu time não αndα lá grαndes coisαs, mαis tenho visto São Jαnuário virá cαldeirão enquαnto você αssiste jogo em Voltα Redondα. Agorα tu deve tá pensαndo .. ‘ Quero vê gαnhαr do meu time ‘ aí eu te respondo humildemente, desde αquele αno em qê o mundo começou pelo menos p. mim, o meu time gαnhou αlgumαs vezes mαis do qê o seu, não queriα nem fαlá daqueles dois 5 x 1 e dos dois 4 x 1, mαis foi você quem me obrigou. De boα, eu pαro de fαlá de futebol ..
Quer qê eu fαle de Bαsquete ? Bom, o Vαsco gαnhou duαs vezes o Sul-Americαno e só perdeu no Mundiαl p. time dα NBA, eu tinhα penα mesmo erα do Oscαr, chorou tαnto por cαusα do meu time em finαl de Brαsileiro e Estαduαl .. é, ser vice fαz pαrte .
Enfim, eu fiquei sαbendo qê vocês forαm cαmpões Mundiαs Interclubes, mαis isso foi em 81 e eu αindα nem erα nαscido . “

thiago pelado

Con este post empezamos la cuarta temporada de LOST, cada semana dejare disponibles con enlace directo los mejores subtítulos de la serie LOST.Lo importante para CHECK-IN ADDICTS no es la velocidad de tener los subtítulos, sino la calidad de los subtítulos y si conseguimos unir los dos términos mejor que mejor.

Pues lo dicho cada semana encontrareis en CHECK-IN ADDICTS la descarga y los subtitulos del episodio de la semana.

4×01 The beginning of the End (Subtítulos ESPAÑOL)   DESCARGALO YA!!!!

4×01 The beginning of the End (Subtitulos ESP) (V. DEFINITIVA) DESC. YA!!!!!

4×01 The beginning of the End (Subtítulos ESP versión neutra) DESCARGALO YA!!!!!

4×01 The beginning of the End (Subtítulos en ingles) DESCARGALO YA!!!!! 

4×01 The beginning of the End  (elink 1*)  DESCARGALO YA!!!!!

4×01 The begininning of the End (Torrent)  DESCARGALO YA!!!!!

4×01 The beginning of the End (Rapidshare) DESCARGALO YA!!!!!

                                              PARTE 1    PARTE2   PARTE3   PARTE4

4X01 The begininning  of the End (descarga directa) DESCARGALO YA!!!!!

                                    1A OPCIÓN  (descarga)     2A OCPIÓN (on line)

4×01 The beginning of the End (Subtítulos integrados)   DESCARGALO YA!!!!!

1* Precisa de registro

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