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02/06/2007

Where do you go to be free?

Dica de clipe: Kenna, com a música Freetime.

A história do clipe é bem legal, vale a pena conferir.

Descobri esse artista através do excelente livro Blink, de Malcolm Gladwell. Para usar minha vinheta, não morram sem ler, ok?

Unlock the sun that shines through a crimson sky
I have built these walls so you can't get by
But its all right tonight
Tonight it's all right


Escrito por Philipe às 20h30
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1475!

Mais tiração de onda gratuita:

O Curso Superior de Administração Pública (CSAP), oferecido pela Escola de Governo Professor Paulo Neves de Carvalho da Fundação João Pinheiro, obteve o primeiro lugar entre os 1 475 cursos superiores de Administração, no Exame Nacional de Desempenho dos Estudantes – ENADE, conduzido pelo INEP - MEC.


Escrito por Philipe às 20h24
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01/06/2007

Foi mal, a minha é estadual!

A-ham...

Em administração, a top foi a Escola de Governo Professor Paulo Neves de Carvalho, em Minas Gerais.

Olha, somos nós! =)

http://g1.globo.com/Noticias/Vestibular/0,,MUL45176-5604,00.html


Escrito por Philipe às 12h21
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31/05/2007

Yeah!

O governo soltou os resultados do ENADE, o antigo provão.

Resultado completo e metodologia disponível em www.inep.gov.br

Escola de Governo, melhor escola de administração de BH! (update: do Brasil, segundo o ENADE, 2006!)

E mais: os CALOUROS da EG-FJP sabem mais administração dos que os FORMANDOS de qualquer outro curso de BH, exceto o da UFMG!

"De quem vocês têm medo, da política ou da burocracia? Porque a burocracia seremos nós!!!"


Escrito por Philipe às 21h42
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PHCD III

Se você não entender, peça alguém com mais de 50 anos para lhe explicar o que é uma "casinha".
Escrito por Philipe às 21h33
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PHCD II, uma cópia descarada

Bonzinho só se dá mal. 
Escrito por Philipe às 07h25
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PHCD, uma cópia descarada

Cinema é uma nota


Escrito por Philipe às 07h22
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30/05/2007

Rolos de filmes

Hoje eu vi uma monte de rolos de filme fotográfico jogados na rua... Muitos, creio que mais de cem.

Deu vontade de pegar e um e levar para casa, ver umas cenas de um estranho. Quem sabe o que poderia ter lá?

Mas no fim, minha tendência de aversão ao risco disse para não levar. Além disso, a pracinha onde estavam jogados os filmes não era lá muito "benta"...

O pior seria pegar um rolo de filme e descobrir que era apenas um estranho com fotos cotidianas e, ainda por cima, mal batidas... Vida comum.

Isso seria desgastante.


Escrito por Philipe às 21h02
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29/05/2007

Perdendo a fé

Disponível aqui:

...


Escrito por Philipe às 22h15
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27/05/2007

Ward 4

Uma historinha legal para vocês, "Nurse Coxall's revenge", de Dawn Muscillo.

Está em inglês, mas vale a pena ler!

Nurse Coxall's revenge

Nurse Coxall had been running Ward 4 for many years. Her pride and joy was her own little office, scrupulously clean, its walls glistening with fresh white paint She sat at her desk, her eyes unseeing. Who was this new doctor anyway? Some silly kid fresh from medical school? What right had he to intefere in the running of her ward?

She had met him yesterday. He had driven into the hospital grounds and almost run over her. There were plenty of speed bumps to slow people down. Besides, almost everybody who worked at the hospital knew she walked through the grounds at that time of the day. "Are you all right?", he had said, getting out of his car. "I was paying attention." He seemed embarrassed. "Um, ma'am, I'm really sorry." She couldn't help smiling. "That's all right, Mr.-" she paused politely."Doctor-Dr. Green. I've just arrived, as you can see," he grinned. "Im taking over Ward 4"

Coxall noticeably stiffened, "Ward 4?" she echoed. 'Look, hop in and I'II drive you where you're going." They sat in silence and soon were climbing the dingy staircase leading to Nurse Coxall's little apartment. Once inside, she took off her coat. "Sit down, Doctor, I'lI make some coffee." Sitting and drinking the cofee, Dr. Green explained that he had always been interested in psychiatric work and when he had finished his studies, he applied for this post in one of the country's largest psychiatric hospitals. He had not expected to get the job, but he did, and without an interview.He told her of the changes and new ideas he hoped he would introduce. "For instance", he said, "the nurse on Ward 4 has been working there for ten years. She must have lost her identity to some extent. Her patients must be more like children to her than sick people." He leaned forward. "You know, Nurse, she is in danger of illness herself. Tomorrow, when I begin my work, I intend to move that nurse to a different ward. She may not realize it at the time, but the change wiII do her good. "

Nurse Coxall listened, a faint pink flush tinging her ears. The day had arrived. She looked around her office, She was going to be removed from this, her home, and placed among strangers. "No!", she screamed, and her fist came heavily down upon the desk, scattering pens into sudden life. Nurse Coxall's mind began to work. Now it raced. Nobody knows he is coming here except me. He said he was going to stay at a hotel last night and was coming straight to the ward this morning, before reporting to the Personnel Office. He had no white coat or identity badge yet. A diabolical smile drew back the corners of her thin straight mouth, "There is only one thing to do," she muttered, and rose and went to the door.

"Nurse," she called, "a new patient is expected this morning, a Mr. Green. When he arrives, bring him straight to my office." She looked down at the empty report paper she held in her hand. "It says here that he is paranoid and greatly confused;  he thinks he's a doctor. Humor him, Nurse, I'll prepare a strong sedative." Going to the cupboard, Nurse Coxall took down a syringe and filled it with a cool orange liquid. She then took an empty file from a cabinet and began to prepare a written report on Mr. Green. She sighed. The ward was full of men, all confused, all insisting they were doctors. No one was ever going to take her ward and office away from her.

No one.

The ward was full of men, all confused, all insisting they were doctors. - Ou seja, não era a primeira vez... Scary!


Escrito por Philipe às 18h42
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Chicotada!

Philipe no http://www.whiplash.net!

http://whiplash.net/materias/news_899/061229-dragonforce.html


Escrito por Philipe às 14h52
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