El presidente de San Lorenzo, Rafael Savino, confió hoy que no pone reparos en que Oscar Ruggeri se sume al cuerpo técnico del seleccionado nacional, pero aseguró que “por una cuestión de principios”, si ello se concretara daría
“un paso al costado” en su cargo de secretario general de la AFA.

“Si Ruggeri viene a la Selección, yo por una cuestión de principios me tengo que ir”, enfatizó Savino en declaraciones a radio La Red.

Es que las diferencias con Ruggeri son para Savino estructurales, y remiten al juicio que el ex zaguero del seleccionado le realizó a San Lorenzo tras su paso como técnico del club.

“Con Oscar hablamos dos horas en el hotel Sheraton de Mar del Plata y le dije que era una cuestión de principios. Yo hice todo lo posible por devolver lo que San Lorenzo le debía (tenía dinero en la convocatoria de acreedores desde la época en que Fernando Miele era presidente) y él no hizo nada por el club, sólo es eso”, cerró Savino.

Pese a que el entrenador Diego Maradona lo quiere en su cuerpo técnico, la llegada de Ruggeri al seleccionado nunca se concreta por la intransigencia que muestra en ese sentido el presidente de la AFA, Julio Grondona.

El honor de haber servido tan de cerca y tan directamente al Rey y a su familia tiene una contrapartida: la lealtad y la discreción. En una palabra, el silencio.

P.D. Sabino Fernández Campo, gracias. Descanse en paz.

While in Cheyenne during Cheyenne Frontier Days, I had to take some shots of family and their favorite things.
This mare is my daughter’s favorite one even if she can hardly ride her, and as they say she is “fluffy” from eating everyone else’s portion. She is beautiful and majestic.

Splash is a APHA Sabino mare about 8 years old. She had been a brood mare for most of her life and with the help of her husband “The Sheriff” they got her to a point of being able to trust my daughter to ride.

Her babies are really awesome being long legged, tall, wonderfully built and exceptional blue eyes.

The Morgan Horse, America’s First Breed!! Bred for versatility, reliable disposition, correct confirmation and color, your local Morgan horse source is within an hour of Sioux Falls, SD. Cremello’s, Perlino’s, Buckskins, Bay’s, Chestnuts and Sabino’s for sale. From cow horses to sport horses, reining horses to dressage horses, there’s a Morgan horse for your desired sport. For more information about the Morgan horse go to: http://www.morganhorse.com/

Interested in purchasing a Morgan horse, contact Jim Adrian at Red Rose Farm. Phone 605-648-3327, Marion, SD.

For more photos of Jim’s herd and a story about Jim’s Morgans click on this RSMHA link.  The Story entitled “News From Prairie Hill Morgans” shares photos and some information about the Red Rose Morgan Farm.

Yearling, Red Rose Ingrid, Reserve Champion Filly

Yearling, Red Rose Chico, Grand Champion Stallion

Red Rose Zack, 3 Year old (SOLD)

sendo belas

as fotos

deduzem-se belos

os momentos.

Ou ao menos o olhar.

…

Colo aqui um trecho interessante de um dos meus livros preferidos que já li. O Grande Mentecapto de Fernando Sabino.

Ao dar entrada em sua nova residência, Geraldo Viramundo foi levado diretamente ao gabinete do diretor, um velhinho de cabeça branca e olhos azuis que atendia pelo nome de Dr. Pantaleão.
- Você o que é, meu filho? – perguntou o Dr. Pantaleão.
- Sou cristão pela graça de Deus – respondeu Viramundo.
- Isso! Assim é que serve. Esse pelo menos fala. Cada doido com sua mania. De médico e louco todos temos um pouco. Eu estou perguntando qual é a sua encarnação.
Antes que Viramundo pensasse em responder, Dr. Pantaleão disparava a falar , muito depressinha:
- Napoleão ainda temos uns três ou quatro. Já tivemos uma porção. Nunca tivemos é um papa, mas santos temos vários. Temos também um que é grão de milho, não pode ver uma galinha, foge correndo. E tem outro que é justamente galinha, vive a perseguir o pobre do grão de milho, cacarejando. Tem um que é cafeteira: passa o dia inteiro com um braço na cintura e outro para cima, mas não serve café a ninguém, acho que está vazia. Tem de tudo. Dom Pedro temos dois. Pedro Segundo, digo. Não sei por que, mas Pedro Primeiro nunca mais apareceu. O último que tivemos, já faz tempo, morreu de tanto grito do Ipiranga que ele dava, proclamando a independência. Independência ou morte! Independência ou morte! Independência ou morte! Ficava assim o tempo todo, montado numa vassoura. Você o que é?
- Eu sou mais eu – respondeu Viramundo prontamente.
- Não pode. Se você fosse mais você, não estaria aqui. Você é menos você, isso sim. E noves fora, zero. Se eu fosse você, seria alguém mais, não seria eu. Portanto você tem que ser alguém. Basta escolher. Só não escolha Tiradentes, que você pode se dar mal. Já tivemos um, e acabaram enforcando o coitado. Foi preciso que Caxias, o pacificador, viesse botar ordem nesta joça, que isto aqui estava uma verdadeira loucura. Se é que você me permite essa redundância, hi! hi! hi! Todo mundo aqui dentro tem de ser alguém ou alguma coisa. Você o que é?
Sem esperar resposta, o Dr. Pantaleão se aproximou dele e continuou a falar, baixando a voz e com um brilho de esperteza nos olhinhos:
- Vou lhe dar um conselho: seja coisa, não seja gente. Coisa é muito melhor. Uma coisa bem macia, bem leve, bem fofa… Uma nuvem, por exemplo. Eu vou lhe contar um segredo, peço que não conte para ninguém. Quando vim para cá, minha intenção era ser uma nuvem, mas não pude, porque tinha de andar pelado, o que era incompatível com a minha condição de diretor. E você já imaginou uma nuvem de calças? Hi! hi! hi!
- Vladimir Maiakovski – exclamou Viramundo solenemente.
Dr. Pantaleão levou um susto, deu um pulo para trás e passou a olhá-lo com mais respeito:
- Que é isso, meu filho?
- Poeta russo. Autor desse poema que o senhor mencionou, “Nuvem de Calças”.
Como já disse, e se não disse, digo agora, Geraldo Viramundo era chegado à poesia, e tinha lido o mencionado poema em tradução da autoria de outro poeta, sul-americano este, de nome Pablo Menendez de los Campos, publicada numa revista que por acaso lhe caíra nas mãos.
Tudo isso Viramundo logrou dizer às pressas, aproveitando-se do espanto do Dr. Pantaleão, que estava deveras impressionado com tamanha erudição:
- Bem, poeta russo pode ser. Mas que idéia, hi! hi! hi! Não me leve a mal se acho engraçado. Qual é mesmo o nome? Merdakovski?
Daí a origem do epíteto Merdakovski, General Búlgaro, constante da lista de apelidos por mim coligida e já apresentada neste trabalho. Só que Maiakovski não era búlgaro e, ao que me conste, nunca foi General. Mas querer, quem há-de! Encontrar alguma razão em alcunha originada num hospício? Porque, a partir daquele momento, Merdakovski ele ficou sendo, para o Dr. Pantaleão e seus inquilinos, durante a temporada que passou naquela instituição.
O Grande Mentecapto – Fernando Sabino (Capítulo IV – trecho)

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Se você não é doido, pode ter certeza que alguém inventa uma loucura pra você.

A Police Officer’s School Boy
by:CHERRY MORIONES-DOROMAL
www.earthwideconcepts.multiply.com
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First day of school: “Oh , Mom, the school service has just arrived, I gotta go!”, Zekie excitedly exclaimed as he grabbed his super sized school bag and run towards the door. “Oops, wait son, I’ll take pictures of you before you leave ”, I aptly said . Since I couldn’t find my camera, I had to use my cellphone in taking the shots.

My older son Ezekiel Wilson (Zekie) is in 3rd grade this school year at the Lesil Montessori . I may say that he has an exciting academic life, so far, because from the time he studied, he had to transfer to four different schools. That all depended on certain factors, among which is where his police officer dad was assigned. I remember Zekie’s pre-school at the Philippine Normal University where my husband was the Precinct Commander of Lawton, Manila Police District. Zekie was only four years old then, and I had to personally wait for him the whole time he was in his class. Great thing his school was just 15 big steps away from SM City Manila and so I could spend some hours shopping, eating or beautifying. Conversely, for a customarily business persona like me, it wasn’t really easy because I had to do that by choice every single day for the entire school year. During dismissal, our family driver would fetch us, or in not quite busy times, my husband , who was then a Police Captain would surprise us. And speaking of surprises, we were very much surprised upon noticing that Zekie was able to read during the first quarter of that school year. He was also astoundingly good at surfing the net and at using MS Word and Powerpoint. It was such a gratifying achievement for us, parents.

Soon after, upon learning that Santa Isabel College, the used-to-be “exclusively- for- girls” school where I studied my basic ed was already accepting male students, I got keyed up to transfer Zekie. There he finished his Kinder and Grade I. Imagine seeing my former elementary advisers and mentors teaching in the same school up to now. They didn’t change a bit. Having the same looks, mostly were still single who valiantly chose to marry the academe ; nonetheless, with unquestionably more profound teaching experience.

In next to no time, however, the supposed idyllic education has reached its bottleneck when Zekie began to question religious doctrines uncommon or sometimes conflicting with his evangelical orientation. Accordingly, when he reached the 2nd grade, I transferred him to Christian Methodist Educational Center (CMEC) in U.N. Avenue, upon high evocation by an aunt who , as an educator herself, is much more fastidious and scrupulous than I am in choosing the right school. Eventually, I found a school where my expectations were met. The teachers were very loving, there were only a few students in each class (some of the classes were almost like a tutorial class. ) , leadership is being encouraged, talents are enhanced , spiritual, nationalistic and moral values are being promoted and parental suggestions are carefully considered. But because my husband had to transfer to another assignment in the south— Muntinlupa, Pasay and presently, Laguna—by virtue of his rank as Police Major, we had to ,again , transfer Zekie during the 3rd quarter of the school year 2008-2009. This time, we enrolled him at Lesil Montessori School . Incidentally, there was another short interruption on Zekie’s schooling when we had to travel to the U.S. for one month, August 2008. Anticipatedly, there would be some sort of strain on his part to catch up with lessons he missed, not to mention the essential adjustments for attending a brand new school. To cut brief the story, Zekie amazingly obtained a general average of 91.0% that school year where he was commended as one of the top students in Grade Two. We are just pleased that the circumstances did not stop him from learning at the ideal pace and neither did those hinder him from aspiring to develop his skills even more. That same year, my baby learned to play the flute and piano, he learned the fundamentals of swimming, biking , kick scooter and driving (his dad would let him drive the car. Zekie would hold and control the steering wheel within our condo premises whenever safe) , Also he had the chance to attend the Vacation Bible School in our home church.

Beyond doubt , time moves in high-speed. My school boy who once depended on me on practically everything is beginning to pursue his own interests .

From time to time, I would check on the breadth of Ezekiel’s intellect. Typically, I would ask him on what he thinks about issues he hears in the news, eg . the recent storm, tornado, poverty, fuel prices, etc. Often, his responses show the baby in him. Nevertheless, bring him to a big mall and ask him to choose anything he wants, he would not ask for anything. I frequently ask him what he wants to do now and what he wants when he grows up. He says he wants to be an artist to be able to paint his ideas out. He dreams of becoming the youngest chef and to own a restaurant with the name “Zekie’s No.1 Food”, a name he coined since 5. He wants to attend the basketball clinic on his next vacation and he wants to improve his swimming skills.

In all these, never did I hear he dreams of becoming a Police Officer. His reason? He just does not want it. He developed a certain respect on the profession that he feels it is only his dad who can well perform the responsibilities of which… Many times, I treat Zekie like a teenager, thinking he would understand everything I say without explaining …He does errands , willingly obeys my orders and acts as a loving big bro to his younger brother Zecheriah. … The fact remains, he is still a baby who needs proper guidance.

BUT, oh, yeah, young as he is, he has his own aspiration. Whatever it is, the same has to be supported.

Adiós Fernando, gracias por todo!

Se nos fue un grande, un grande que ojala muchos lo vieran como artista y no solo como un rebelde.
De mis años cercanos a la radio, Fernando Peña ha sido el único que me había devuelto la fantasía de escuchar radio. En una época donde todo hay que ver para creer, el con sus personajes me hizo creer y volver a disfrutar de la radio para oír.
Me hubiera gustado conocerlo pero bueno, algún día en otro lugar inevitablemente nos encontraremos.
Un dolor muy grande su perdida. Dios quiera su paso no hala sido en vano y su arte sea reconocido.
Su mas cercanos, Dick Alfredo, La Mega, Maria Elena Rinaldi, Martin R.Lynch, Milagros Lopez, Monseñor lago, Palito, PorelOrtti, Sabino, Roberto Flores y quien sabe cuantos mas se quedaron sin su creador… también los vamos a extrañar.

Para quienes no lo conocen estos links les van a ser util; En el Borde y La Nacion

from sabino.

Need a night off? Why not spend it relaxing aboard the steamboat Sabino listening to the mellow acoustic sounds of some of the area’s most talented musicians?

Starting Wednesday, June 10, and continuing every Wednesday through August 26, Mystic Seaport is proud to present Music on the River. Enjoy the smooth tenor saxophone or foot-tapping jazz rhythms of such talented local musicians as Geoff Kauffman, Dan Stevens, Ron Drago, James Harris, Darin Keech and Dan Watson as you glide along the scenic Mystic River aboard the Museum’s 101 year-old steamboat.

Music on the River is sponsored by Shipyard Brewing Company, so you can count on satisfying, locally-brewed refreshment and light snacks at our cash bar. Bring the family for a foot-tapping good time or take the night off to enjoy the rich melodies of some of the area’s finest performers.

Visit www.mysticseaport.org/musicontheriver or call 860.572.5351 to purchase tickets or for additional information.

We hope to see you soon…

… on the river!

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Today I want to share some perfect looking cars. This is a design which is made by Sabino. It is called Sabino Design B3. This concept car has great look with great power combined.
Enjoy..

Alibhai’s Alibar was foaled in New Jersey on March 28, 1979. Alibar was liver chestnut with a big blaze and two hind stockings, a left front sock, and a white right pastern. His milky chin and knife-point stockings are signs of sabino genetics at work, and his raccoon tail and speckled flanks indicated rabicano markings as well. His foal coat was reddish but as he matured, his coat became a rich, chocolatey color that had a purplish cast in some light. Although he was genetically a chestnut, his mane, tail and back were so dark with countershading that some people mistakenly called him a bay.

Although Alibar was registered with the Appaloosa Horse Club and was the son of a Quarter Horse dam, the largest percentage of blood in his pedigree was Thoroughbred. Alibar’s sire was a tall, leggy Appaloosa stallion named Golden Alibhai. Golden Alibhai was sired by a Thoroughbred named Peakablu and was out of an Appaloosa mare of Canadian lines named Golden Candy. Peakablu had the blood of champions in his veins; his grandsire Bull Lea was the king of Calumet Farm and sire of Triple Crown winner Citation and his broodmare sire Alibhai was highly influential to the breed and was grandsire of the immortal Kelso. Blue hen broodmares such as Blue Delight and Teresina are also found in Peakablu’s pedigree. All of these ancestors could not make Peakablu run any faster, and he had an unsuccessful career in California and went on to sire horses of other breeds. Not much is known of the Appaloosa side of Golden Alibhai’s pedigree. I found a few photos and made MANY phone calls to breed registries but the roots of the bloodlines are lost to the Canadian winds.

Golden Alibhai was very athletic and temperamental. He was a very talented jumper and sired some successful show jumpers, but his personality kept him from having success in the show ring. Alibar’s breeder told me that Golden Alibhai made a habit of walking on his hind legs with a rider in the saddle. I found this photo in an old issue of Appaloosa Journal. Such a big fellow and very different in appearance from the modern Appaloosa.

Alibar’s dam was a small, stout, black Quarter Horse mare named Treva Bar. She was bred 4×4 to influential sire Three Bars. She came from mostly racing and cutting lines. Alibar’s breeder said that she had a nasty disposition and killed one of her foals. A few years ago, I corresponded with the family of Treva Bar’s breeder. This is what they had to say about Treva Bar and her sire, Reddi Go Bars:

When I started training her as a 2 yr old, she was a bundle of energy. Everything was pretty typical at first but once I got her out of the round corral and started riding her in larger areas, once we moved from the walk into a trot or canter she would never come back down to a walk; she would just jig. I worked her in deep sand in a dry river bed doing figure 8’s around the trees trying to wear her down. She never wore down. One good thing I remember was that she felt very solid and secure doing figure 8’s in the deep sand, never felt she was struggling in the deep sand. She was stout and very muscular. It was just very tiring to ride her because she wouldn’t walk. We were working on a ranch in eastern Colorado at the time and my husband took her to ride a couple of times. The first time he had been out moving and checking cattle all day and coming home Treva Bar was still jigging. The second time he took her for the day, he roped a 2yr old bull off of her. He said she handled it just fine, but still with all the work she wouldn’t walk. She would always stop when we ask, but just not walk.

Reddi was always pretty good to handle and ride. Treva Bar looked a lot like him. They used Reddi to breed their own mares and showed him at halter. Reddi’s colts always looked like him and black was the dominant color.

Alibar was turned out with a few other Appaloosa weanlings in the summertime. According to his breeder, the weanlings were so difficult to catch that they had to leave short lead ropes attached to them. On the notes for these photos, she titled them “The Three Musketeers”.

After Alibar was weaned, my mom’s friend Diane purchased him. And you’ll learn more of her adventures in Chapter Two :^)

And so begins The Legend of Alibar. Thank you for reading about my special horse and I look forward to sharing more of the Legend soon.

Tudo bem, você não gosta de mim, me acha um vendido e vê com desconfiança tudo o que digo? Então fica com a Isabel Braga e a Leila Suwwan, do jornal O Globo:

O deputado Sabino Castelo Branco (PTB-AM), eleito para a Comissão de Trabalho, foi denunciado pelo MPF por crime contra a ordem tributária. A petição é de 2007 e tem parecer da PGR para ser convertido em inquérito. O deputado Silas Câmara (PSC-AM), que presidirá a Comissão da Amazônia, responde a dois inquéritos penais em segredo de Justiça, um deles por improbidade administrativa.

No sé si lo habréis deducido por las anteriores entradas, pero tanto yo como mis compañeros de plastidecor estamos de Erasmus en un pequeño pueblo de un pequeño país de un pequeño continente. Y hoy es un día muy especial para nosotros. Es una fiesta de guardar. Es un día marcado en el calendario de cualquier Erasmus. No es un día normal, no es un día más. Hoy se cumplen se cumplen 125 años desde que el primer Erasmus piso tierra extranjera. Supongo que muchos lo desconoceréis, pero este primer estudiante de intercambio no fue otro que el gran Sabino Policarpo Arana Goiri.

Hombre, adelantado a su tiempo fue todo un experto rastrillador de pensamiento profundo. Como se cuenta en el libró “Sabino, llevarme por el buen camino” colaboró activamente en el diseño de este programa de intercambio estudiantil y fue testigo directo de establecer las conversaciones entre las universidades. Redactó numerosos artículos remarcando la importancia y la necesidad de tal programa. Realzó las virtudes del programa y los beneficios directos que obtendría la sociedad. Fue el enérgico represéntate del movimiento estudiantil hasta que por fin el programa fue aprobado por la junta escolar de las Vascongadas.

Al haber sido uno de los pilares que sustentaron el proyecto desde el principio y continuar a su lado hasta que este llegará a buen puerto, le fue concedido de el honor de ser el primer estudiante de intercambio erasmus. Sabino, paso días y noches paseando por las calles de su BIzcaya natal tratando de elegir la destinación adecuada para sus necesidades. Y la elegida fue (imaginese un redoble de tamboril)…. ¡¡Londrés!!. Ciudad que le atraía enormemente, y no solo por su clima o por la calidez de sus aguas, en realidad estaba profundamente enamorado de su gastronomía

Desde que llegó estuvo sumergido en el movimiento más vanguardista haciendo gala de su carácter católicofestico. Durante una de esas noche locura de fiesta conoció al que a la postre sería el bajista de su grupo, el señor Sed de Vicio. Junto a Sed y otros dos mindundis más (Mr. Egibar y Mr.Arzallus) formo el que sería el primer grupo punk de la historia: S.A. (a.k.a. Sabino Arana). Durante el año de intercambió dieron cientos de conciertos y incluso sufrieron el acoso de la corona británica que pretendió censurar sus canciones por que incitaban al consumo masivo de biblias vascas. A su vuelta a las vascongadas, reflejo su experiencia Erasmus en el libro “Arana, no me la gana”.

Por todo ello, hoy y en conmemoración de tal acontecimiento os traemos un pack de lujo remasterizado con el primer disco que lanzaron al mercado por el módico precio de 10 euskoz. Los pedidos se deben hacer a través de la dirección de correo jaungoikoaetalegizarra@gmail.com. Las 150 primeros pedidos recibirán de regalo un ikurriña firmada por sabino y unos calzoncillos que cuando necesitan ser limpiados cantan por soleares.

Sabino Arana

TrackList:

1-. Ocho apellidos vascos, eskerri asko.

2.- Rh negativo, no me olvido.

3.-euzkadi,zuri,gorrietaorlegi

4.-itzali mugikorra, erabili urrutizkina!

5.-Jeltzale eta errebelde!

6.-Desfase en el batzoki.

7.-Maketo ke te meto!

8.- Barba y revolución.

9.- Mea en mi estatua.

10.-Ni un carlista a la vista.

11.-Los pies negros, los huesos blancos.

Idea original: Señor Rosa.

Diseño de Portada: Señor Rosa.

Texto y paridas varias: Señor morado.

Em novembro de 2008, o Exército da Salvação manauara, comandado por Sabino Castelo Branco, Carlos Souza, Amazonas Em Tempo e a rádio CBN de Iranduba, queria saber se os laranjinhas demitidos por Serafim Corrêa tinham deixado de ser importantes para a cidade. O contrato de terceirização com a empresa Enterpa havia vencido, e não foi renovado. Como tudo ocorria ainda durante a euforia da vitória de Amazonino sobre Serafim, o caso tomou contornos eleitorais. Garis foram para a tevê, editoriais e comentários de rádio foram feitos, durante dias, sobre o revanchismo do então prefeito.

Num dos programas, Reizo Castelo Branco, filho de Sabino, disse a um gari: “Se preocupe, não. Eu mesmo vou falar com o nosso prefeito, Amazonino Mendes, e a situação de vocês vai ser resolvida logo, logo, beleza?”

Então eu comentei aqui: “a situação dos 300 laranjinhas vai ser acompanhada, e a solução para essa situação vai ser cobrada. Beleza?”

Pois bem, promessa feita, promessa cumprida. Eu disse que a situação dos garis demitidos em novembro seria acompanhada. Será que foram readmitidos? Teriam recebido flores de boas-vindas, um pedido de desculpas e a promessa de uma casinha?

Bom, foi quase isso.

Hoje, após 10 dias de governo, Amazonino demitiu 600 garis da Prefeitura. Segundo o Holanda, alguns há mais de 10 anos na Prefeitura.

Aí vem a pergunta: o que dirão Sabino, Reizo, os Souzas, o Em Tempo e a CBN Iranduba sobre o caso? Perguntarão se os 60o garis eram dispensáveis para Amazonino, como insinuaram que fossem para Serafim? Sabino e Reizo abrirão as portas do seu programa para que os 600 garis lotem seu estúdio e chorem seu desemprego? O Em Tempo publicará editoriais e notinhas sobre o caso? Batman e Robin denunciarão a medida de Amazonino em comentários ácidos?

Aos laranjinhas demitidos por Amazonino, uma dica valiosa:

• O estúdio de Sabino e Reizo fica no Olímpico Clube;
• O prédio do  jornal Amazonas Em Tempo fica no São Jorge.
• A CBN Iranduba fica em Manaus mesmo, na Morada do Sol.

Esta patota certamente estará de braços abertos para suas reclamações. Defensores não lhes faltarão.

Exijam seus direitos.

- Quale cibo maligno nutrito dalla terra o quale bevanda prodotta dal fluente mare avendo gustato…
- Dai, basta.
- … o donna, ti addossasti questo delitto e le imprecazioni della gente?
- Smettila, dai. E comunque, a imprecare ci sei solo tu.
- Colpisti, mutilasti: e sarai bandita…
- Da chi, da te?
- Ti prego ti prego amorino amore ti prego…
[etc.]