Romulo Crescente F5

Fala Vira-lata! (português brasileiro) ou, rafeiro (português europeu).

É a denominação dada aos cães ou gatos sem raça definida, SRD (Sem Raça Definida), como são geralmente referenciados em textos veterinários. O termo vira-lata deriva do fato de muitos desses animais, quando abandonados, serem comumente vistos andando famintos pelas ruas revirando latas de resíduos em procura de algum alimento. Geralmente os cães e gatos considerados sem raça definida são mestiços, descendentes de diferentes raças. (Encontrou semelhança com algo bípede, sapiens, erectus e que são nossos irmãos, seja na fé ou no grau de parentesco deste nosso país continental, mas que tem muita área insular também?).

Preciso pedir desculpas a alguém, se não tive intensão de ofender? Hipocrisia é dizer que somos raça pura, eu tenho sangue negro no meu baobá genealógica, se bem que essa ramificação afrodescendente, me colocaria em um patamar de nobreza pois, Arantes de sobrenome, não sou só eu entende? hahahahahaha. Índios, chineses, mouros, holandeses, portugueses, cristãos novos, judeus velhos, italianos, espanhóis, alemãos, polacos, japoneses e maioria afrodescendente segundo qualquer senso de bom senso... Fizeram de nós o que somos, um grande quadro de Portinari que foi pouco a pouco sendo pintado, colocando cada cor de pincéis de tinta preta e branca de muitas Guernicas mundo a fora...

Por isso, também somos americanos, só que do Sul, temos Chica Chica Boom Chic. Mesmo nascido em Santos - SP, moro na primeira cidade do Brasil; e "ser ou não ser" um "Vicentino" ou "Calunga", para mim e para muitos, não faz a mínima diferença, o que faz um povo para mim, não é a preguiça de uma morfologia traduzida e nem a devoção ao padroeiro de Lisboa. Índole, honestidade, vontade, sinceridade e carater fazem qualquer cidadão educado e civilizado; sem descriminação de raça, sexo, política, religião e direitos amparados por uma constituição.

Dia lindo hoje com este céu lindo de Portimão, Distrito de Faro, região e sub-região do Algarve - Portugal e essa temperatura da Praia de Pipa, localizada no município de Tibau do Sul, Rio Grande do Norte - Brasil! Hoje sem filosofar, sem pensar em nada além do que quiser, liberdade de expressão de ir e vir de fazer e acontecer, abrir a caixa de e-mail e não ter nada interessante ou que nos obrigue a correr...

"Dolce far niente" e "Carpe Diem" são os lemas, e entender o significado de cagar e andar é o máximo a ser feito, ou seja, cagar sem se dar o trabalho de parar. "Keep walking" galera! Bom domingão de contagem regressiva para espocar a champagne!

Astróloga do terra.com.br + aquário = Um lindo triângulo de boas energias envolve diretamente seu signo melhorando seu astral e os relacionamentos pessoais. É hora de colocar os pés no chão e tornar seus sonhos realizáveis. Amor em boa fase. (É sempre tempo para amar e ser amado... Por isso te amo astróloga!).

Pratique seu inglês e por favor, polpe seu latir, digo, latim:

Reaching for the Sky in Utah

By TIM NEVILLE

Published: December 11, 2011

In 2010, virtually the entire resort village was razed and rebuilt as workers rerouted a gondola and added restaurants and a sunbathing area where you can listen to music and have a beer. That old, slow lift from the 1960s was replaced with North America’s first heated chairlift, a high-speed quad. There are new places to eat, including midmountain stops, food carts (one with nine types of hot chocolate) and fancier fare at sit-down spots like the Farm or the Bistro, said to be the only kosher-certified restaurant at a United States ski area. Workers built more snowshoe trails, gladed more trees, and added a winter zip line.

All of this appears to be paying off. Last season the resort became the nation’s third largest ski area when it added 300 acres of north-facing intermediate terrain to the 3,700 acres it already had. Now some 4,500 people an hour — a 47 percent increase from when I was first there — can get up the mountain from the base.

The resort even has a new name, sort of: the Canyons is now simply Canyons.

“It’s been totally transformed, that’s for sure,” said the United States Ski Team member Ted Ligety, an Olympic gold medalist and three-time World Cup champion who grew up in Park City and is now sponsored by one of Canyons’ neighboring rivals, Park City Mountain Resort. “It was something of a stepchild for a long time.”

Maybe so, but part of me was still skeptical when I decided to go back to see it for myself last March. I already knew that skiing in Utah could be spectacular, but I had to wonder if Canyons — with its new fancy menus and sunbathing strip — could really be worth it this time.

WINTER was in full force when I arrived in Park City. Yet another storm had walloped the Wasatch Range with some 20 inches of new snow. That made for nearly 25 feet so far that season; huge piles of the stuff lined sidewalks.

And it would only get better: More snow, then bluebird skies for the next three days of my visit — a snow-sun combination rare enough that I can count on one mitten how often I’ve timed a ski trip so well. I was so excited I hardly slept my first night, eventually kicking off the covers in the pastel dawn and wandering down to the fireplace in the Chateau Après, my budget hotel in downtown Park City for the first few nights. The hotel dated back to the old days, and is something of a classic among diehard skiers. Faded posters of the Swiss Alps adorned the chalet’s white walls, and a breakfast of cereal and mushy bread was little better than what you might find at an exit-ramp motel. But whatever the chateau lacked in elegance was gained in convenience. It is just a short walk from the pubs downtown and a free bus stops in the back. It whisked me to Canyons in about 15 minutes, just as the first chairs began to roll.

The changes at Canyons quickly became noticeable as I strolled through the base area, an inviting town square of sorts, strewn with cushy chairs, tables and a new bar with a collapsible roof. Though the lift lines were still long — it was a powder day, after all — they seemed to move quickly.

Dick Bench, a longtime Canyons ski patroller, had driven over from Salt Lake City to show me around, though I suspect he would have come anyway with conditions like those. I met him in the new Alpine House restaurant for coffee, and together we hopped on the Red Pine Gondola, the bottom portion of which had recently been diverted several hundred feet to serve the busy, central area near the ticket offices.

Our plan was to warm up on some groomed runs, which weren’t always a given. “Back when the resort first opened it was called Park City West but it was really ‘bump city,’ with not a lot of grooming,” Mr. Bench said. “It was mostly Utahans who came. Now it’s East, West, South, New York, even foreigners. I think it still has a local vibe, though, because even after a few days you’ll start seeing people you know.”

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