<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611595954987656038</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:54:38.479+01:00</updated><category term='Sputnik I 1957'/><title type='text'>Bodas de Ouro</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodasdouro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611595954987656038/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodasdouro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Inês</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611595954987656038.post-6305746399862355699</id><published>2007-12-28T00:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-08T14:24:24.344Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148810368423139874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KcxG5wSp3bE/R3Q_wCG1miI/AAAAAAAAABU/cgZ5UnBLeOY/s320/anel1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KcxG5wSp3bE/R3RDWSG1mjI/AAAAAAAAABc/eb0Oh9LcIRI/s1600-h/palmas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148814324088019506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KcxG5wSp3bE/R3RDWSG1mjI/AAAAAAAAABc/eb0Oh9LcIRI/s320/palmas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filminho - da realizadora &lt;a href="http://wwwrealejo.blogspot.com/"&gt;M&amp;amp;M&lt;/a&gt; - está &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OUatfrxP3IE"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; ! É só clicar e ... esperar um cadinho. Que isto, como a vida, requer paciência para esperar. Mas olhem que vale a pena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;NOTA:  os vídeos carregam aos soluços da 1ªvez. Não desistam! logo a seguir vejam outra vez e já sai tudo direitinho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611595954987656038-6305746399862355699?l=bodasdouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodasdouro.blogspot.com/feeds/6305746399862355699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611595954987656038&amp;postID=6305746399862355699' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611595954987656038/posts/default/6305746399862355699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611595954987656038/posts/default/6305746399862355699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodasdouro.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KcxG5wSp3bE/R3Q_wCG1miI/AAAAAAAAABU/cgZ5UnBLeOY/s72-c/anel1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611595954987656038.post-3426736661955288941</id><published>2007-12-21T13:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-21T15:09:48.882Z</updated><title type='text'>'crescei e multiplicai-vos'</title><content type='html'>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KcxG5wSp3bE/R2vGLCG1mhI/AAAAAAAAABM/kZVqIc0aV08/s1600-h/todos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146424892047333906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KcxG5wSp3bE/R2vGLCG1mhI/AAAAAAAAABM/kZVqIc0aV08/s320/todos1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... foi o que fizeram Augusto e Maria dos Anjos. Cresceram em sabedoria, multiplicaram-se em novas vidas que por sua vez se multiplicaram em novas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinquenta anos de dádiva de si mesmos. Se &lt;em&gt;é dando que se recebe&lt;/em&gt;, vivem agora a plenitude do ser humano!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E porque é um enorme privilégio ser testemunha destas Bodas de Ouro, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Vivam os noivos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611595954987656038-3426736661955288941?l=bodasdouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodasdouro.blogspot.com/feeds/3426736661955288941/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611595954987656038&amp;postID=3426736661955288941' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611595954987656038/posts/default/3426736661955288941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611595954987656038/posts/default/3426736661955288941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodasdouro.blogspot.com/2007/12/crescei-e-multiplicai-vos.html' title='&apos;crescei e multiplicai-vos&apos;'/><author><name>Inês</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KcxG5wSp3bE/R2vGLCG1mhI/AAAAAAAAABM/kZVqIc0aV08/s72-c/todos1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611595954987656038.post-8766916933692744275</id><published>2007-12-19T16:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-21T15:10:26.572Z</updated><title type='text'>(12) Vivam os noivos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KcxG5wSp3bE/R2lKTiG1mgI/AAAAAAAAABE/fjPXKurz43Q/s1600-h/casamento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145725748680956418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KcxG5wSp3bE/R2lKTiG1mgI/AAAAAAAAABE/fjPXKurz43Q/s320/casamento.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Perante os olhos da Terra e do Céu,&lt;br /&gt;eu declaro meu amor por ti.&lt;br /&gt;Eu entrego meu coração em tuas mãos&lt;br /&gt;para fazeres o que quiseres.E, em troca, te protegerei,&lt;br /&gt;respeitarei e estimarei.&lt;br /&gt;Agora que nossas vidas estão entrelaçadas,&lt;br /&gt;seguiremos em frente em uma só alegria". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611595954987656038-8766916933692744275?l=bodasdouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodasdouro.blogspot.com/feeds/8766916933692744275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611595954987656038&amp;postID=8766916933692744275' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611595954987656038/posts/default/8766916933692744275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611595954987656038/posts/default/8766916933692744275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodasdouro.blogspot.com/2007/12/12-vivam-os-noivos.html' title='(12) Vivam os noivos!'/><author><name>Inês</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KcxG5wSp3bE/R2lKTiG1mgI/AAAAAAAAABE/fjPXKurz43Q/s72-c/casamento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611595954987656038.post-479407134710844923</id><published>2007-12-19T11:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-19T16:40:02.923Z</updated><title type='text'>(11)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KcxG5wSp3bE/R2kFeSG1mfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EMywr1hHX1c/s1600-h/alian%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145650067062233586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="208" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KcxG5wSp3bE/R2kFeSG1mfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EMywr1hHX1c/s320/alian%C3%A7a.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os padrinhos compravam as alianças, seguindo a tradição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.salaodanoiva.com.br/site/presentes/presentes_02.asp"&gt;A história das alianças&lt;/a&gt;: os egípcios foram os primeiros povos a idealizar as alianças como símbolo do casamento. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por não ter começo nem fim, o círculo significava para eles a eternidade para a qual o casamento fora designado. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dois mil anos depois os gregos passaram a acreditar que o dedo anular esquerdo possuía uma veia ligada diretamente ao coração e que este poderia ser atraído com um ímã. Daí surgiu o uso do anel de ferro neste dedo, para que os casais permanecessem atraídos um pelo outro para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os romanos adotaram o mesmo costume e a igreja conservou a tradição até nossos dias, quando se observa a diversificação de materiais nobres, como o ouro e a prata, que traduzem o precioso amor entre os casais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.salaodanoiva.com.br/site/presentes/presentes_02.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salão da Noiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611595954987656038-479407134710844923?l=bodasdouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodasdouro.blogspot.com/feeds/479407134710844923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611595954987656038&amp;postID=479407134710844923' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611595954987656038/posts/default/479407134710844923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611595954987656038/posts/default/479407134710844923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodasdouro.blogspot.com/2007/12/os-padrinhos-compraram-as-alianas.html' title='(11)'/><author><name>Inês</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KcxG5wSp3bE/R2kFeSG1mfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EMywr1hHX1c/s72-c/alian%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611595954987656038.post-412868740805086821</id><published>2007-12-19T10:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-21T15:09:04.928Z</updated><title type='text'>(10) Ele e ela</title><content type='html'>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KcxG5wSp3bE/R2j7UyG1meI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VuEMzHygytU/s1600-h/enfermeira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145638908737198562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KcxG5wSp3bE/R2j7UyG1meI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VuEMzHygytU/s320/enfermeira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele e ela gostaram-se, amaram-se...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele deu-lhe um presente de fim de curso, uma boneca. Foi assim oficializado o namoro. MAG estava noiva. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Augusto ganhou o estatuto de noivo e podia namorá-la na sala da casa dos pais. Nunca a sós. Alguém ficava a fazer o papel de &lt;em&gt;chaperon&lt;/em&gt;, também chamado de pau-de-cabeleira. Aí entrou a primita que eles baptizaram de &lt;em&gt;Miss Contemplação&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabe-se que foi no&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www1.ci.uc.pt/botanica/jardbot.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jardim Botânico&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;que decorreram os encontros a sós. Mandavam as regras que tudo fosse feito às claras, &lt;em&gt;às flores confiando e às ervinhas&lt;/em&gt; os planos de futuro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tempo mais lindo não há!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faltavam poucos meses para o casamento. Poucas semanas. Poucos dias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611595954987656038-412868740805086821?l=bodasdouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodasdouro.blogspot.com/feeds/412868740805086821/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611595954987656038&amp;postID=412868740805086821' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611595954987656038/posts/default/412868740805086821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611595954987656038/posts/default/412868740805086821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodasdouro.blogspot.com/2007/12/ele-e-ela.html' title='(10) Ele e ela'/><author><name>Inês</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KcxG5wSp3bE/R2j7UyG1meI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VuEMzHygytU/s72-c/enfermeira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611595954987656038.post-5869327114661015996</id><published>2007-12-17T23:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-21T15:14:14.137Z</updated><title type='text'>(9) Conchita Citron</title><content type='html'>&lt;/br&gt;Era o nome da toureira que as raparigas amavam há 50 anos. A heroína deste blog, MAG, sonhava ser como ela. Toureira e tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contou-me quem lhe conhecia o sonho, nunca realizado.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca realizado numa praça de touros, já que na arena da vida nunca lhe faltou bravura e coragem para tourear as dificuldades com garra e mestria!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611595954987656038-5869327114661015996?l=bodasdouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodasdouro.blogspot.com/feeds/5869327114661015996/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611595954987656038&amp;postID=5869327114661015996' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611595954987656038/posts/default/5869327114661015996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611595954987656038/posts/default/5869327114661015996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodasdouro.blogspot.com/2007/12/conchita-citron.html' title='(9) Conchita Citron'/><author><name>Inês</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611595954987656038.post-4977652732431033969</id><published>2007-12-17T18:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-21T15:03:57.032Z</updated><title type='text'>(8) A rainha</title><content type='html'>&lt;/br&gt;O ano de 1957 marcou o &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CeNdZjd_0bM&amp;amp;eurl=http://www.rtp.pt/wportal/informacao/50anos_50noticias/videos/video57.htm"&gt;Início da RTP&lt;/a&gt;. A preto e branco &lt;em&gt;e é se queres!&lt;/em&gt; quer dizer e é se podes dar-te ao luxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por muitos anos o televisor não foi um electrodoméstico. Todos tinhamos uma telefonia em casa, mas saíamos à rua para ver televisão numa montra, num cineteatro e até num circo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era a telefonia a rainha do entretenimento caseiro. Era o tempo dos programas radifónicos, desde o teatro à meia-hora infantil sábado à tarde (&lt;em&gt;Manel Lereno ensaiou.&lt;/em&gt;..), e depois dos folhetins do TIDE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611595954987656038-4977652732431033969?l=bodasdouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodasdouro.blogspot.com/feeds/4977652732431033969/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611595954987656038&amp;postID=4977652732431033969' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611595954987656038/posts/default/4977652732431033969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611595954987656038/posts/default/4977652732431033969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodasdouro.blogspot.com/2007/12/rainha.html' title='(8) A rainha'/><author><name>Inês</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611595954987656038.post-501699821116685359</id><published>2007-12-17T16:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-21T15:12:55.145Z</updated><title type='text'>(7) Andar à moda</title><content type='html'>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KcxG5wSp3bE/R2aliyG1mcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DCLwyH-zCtw/s1600-h/moda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144981641301957058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KcxG5wSp3bE/R2aliyG1mcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DCLwyH-zCtw/s320/moda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A moda era coisa para mulheres. Cinturinha de vespa, saia de &lt;em&gt;godets&lt;/em&gt;, luvas e chapéu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não havia pronto a vestir. Eram as modistas e as costureiras que, escolhidos os tecidos, copiavam os &lt;em&gt;moldes&lt;/em&gt; de grossas revistas francesas, os &lt;em&gt;figurinos&lt;/em&gt;. Talhavam o pano, alinhavavam e provavam, antes de coser.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KcxG5wSp3bE/R2aoziG1mdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fiyLHkzGZt8/s1600-h/4ano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144985227599649234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KcxG5wSp3bE/R2aoziG1mdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fiyLHkzGZt8/s320/4ano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E na maioria das famílias, eram as mães (domésticas) que faziam os vestidos, as batas para a escola, tricotavam os casacos e blusas de malha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E &lt;em&gt;euzinha&lt;/em&gt; com a turma do 4º ano! Só de raparigas, claro! Não havia turmas mistas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só os casais de namorados eram mistos, ahahah! Depois conto... lá por Coimbra havia um namoro muito sério...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611595954987656038-501699821116685359?l=bodasdouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodasdouro.blogspot.com/feeds/501699821116685359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611595954987656038&amp;postID=501699821116685359' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611595954987656038/posts/default/501699821116685359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611595954987656038/posts/default/501699821116685359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodasdouro.blogspot.com/2007/12/moda-era-coisa-para-mulheres.html' title='(7) Andar à moda'/><author><name>Inês</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KcxG5wSp3bE/R2aliyG1mcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DCLwyH-zCtw/s72-c/moda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611595954987656038.post-8829641751509539719</id><published>2007-12-17T15:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-21T15:18:17.134Z</updated><title type='text'>(6) Em Portugal  não havia problemas,</title><content type='html'>&lt;/br&gt;(...) &lt;em&gt;Daqui a cinquenta anos o estudioso que então tiver a sorte de ter uma cinemateca nacional à sua disposição pedirá documentos da nossa vida, dos nossos problemas, dos anseios da sociedade portuguesa dos anos 50. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O empregado dir-lhe-á com ar seráfico: "Não, não temos disso. Nos anos 50 não havia problemas, nem anseios, nem nada. Quer ver?" E mostrar-lhe-á os catálogos. O estudioso ficará rendido. "O que temos, sim, desses tempos são uns bonitos documentários da ilha da Madeira" - acrescentará o funcionário. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o outro, ansioso, lança-se para a moviola à procura da humanidade portuguesa dos anos 50. Mas só encontrará ananases e hortênsias, carros de bois com batata e os pauliteiros de Miranda. (...)»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eurico da Costa, in &lt;strong&gt;Diário de Lisboa&lt;/strong&gt;, 2 de Outubro de 1956&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://doc-log.blogspot.com/2007/03/h-50-anos-2.html"&gt;DOC LOG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É claro que o autor deste texto não adivinhava a chegada da internet, com a sua imensa capacidade de &lt;em&gt;descascar&lt;/em&gt; o passado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611595954987656038-8829641751509539719?l=bodasdouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodasdouro.blogspot.com/feeds/8829641751509539719/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611595954987656038&amp;postID=8829641751509539719' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611595954987656038/posts/default/8829641751509539719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611595954987656038/posts/default/8829641751509539719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodasdouro.blogspot.com/2007/12/portugal-no-havia-problemas-nem-anseios.html' title='(6) Em Portugal  não havia problemas,'/><author><name>Inês</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611595954987656038.post-1468861401087586225</id><published>2007-12-17T15:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-02T23:51:10.056Z</updated><title type='text'>(5) Músicas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KcxG5wSp3bE/R2aZoyG1mbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FyXO-h-WAwI/s1600-h/giradiscos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144968550241638834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KcxG5wSp3bE/R2aZoyG1mbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FyXO-h-WAwI/s320/giradiscos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De início chamavam-lhe &lt;em&gt;pickup&lt;/em&gt;, depois foi giradiscos. Os discos eram singles, de 45 rotações e longplays. Viravam-se como sardinhas a assar dos dois lados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouviam-se artistas americanos, como &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pat Boone&lt;/span&gt; que exactamente em 1957 lançava o belíssimo single &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m7TTkmC7HX8&amp;amp;eurl=http://www.webletras.com.br/includes/ifr_video.asp?id=6907"&gt;Love Letters In The Sand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Logo, logo, os portugueses a começar, claro, com Amália.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/videos_portugal/video/x2t7rm_amalia-rodrigues-uma-casa-portugues_music"&gt;Amália Rodrigues&lt;/a&gt;, em 1957, estreia-se no Olympia em Paris e começa a cantar em francês. Charles Aznavour escreve para ela «Ai, Mourir pour Toi»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As grandes estrelas da canção : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JUPaaK4Wyfo&amp;amp;eurl=http://www.cifras.com.br/site/ifr_video.asp?id=82704"&gt;Madalena Iglésias&lt;/a&gt;, em 1957 estreia-se em simultâneo na televisão e na Emissora Nacional, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oTgv-4mXbL8"&gt;António Calvário &lt;/a&gt;entra para aEmissora Nacional em 1957 e &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ydsDWQkCT00&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Simone de Oliveira&lt;/a&gt; canta em público pela primeira vez em Janeiro de 1958.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611595954987656038-1468861401087586225?l=bodasdouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodasdouro.blogspot.com/feeds/1468861401087586225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611595954987656038&amp;postID=1468861401087586225' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611595954987656038/posts/default/1468861401087586225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611595954987656038/posts/default/1468861401087586225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodasdouro.blogspot.com/2007/12/objectos.html' title='(5) Músicas'/><author><name>Inês</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KcxG5wSp3bE/R2aZoyG1mbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FyXO-h-WAwI/s72-c/giradiscos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611595954987656038.post-4459857851052178291</id><published>2007-12-17T15:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-21T15:32:09.955Z</updated><title type='text'>(4) Mundo de estrelas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KcxG5wSp3bE/R2aXTSG1maI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GE8L2tsJHQI/s1600-h/60mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144965981851195810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KcxG5wSp3bE/R2aXTSG1maI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GE8L2tsJHQI/s320/60mar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anos 50&lt;br /&gt;Também conhecido como “Anos Dourados”, aqui temos &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Elvis Presley&lt;/span&gt;, vestidos rodados , muitas vezes de bolinhas e óculos tipo gatinha.&lt;br /&gt;Foi a época do rock , das lambretas e brilhantina. O jeans também é desta década.&lt;br /&gt;“Dois estilos de beleza feminina marcaram os anos 50, o das ingênuas chiques, encarnado por &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cade.images.search.yahoo.com/search/images?ei=UTF-8&amp;amp;p=grace%20kelly&amp;amp;fr2=tab-web&amp;amp;fr=slv1-yphoto"&gt;Grace Kelly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Audrey Hepburn&lt;/span&gt;, que se caracterizavam pela naturalidade e jovialidade e o estilo sensual e fatal, como o das atrizes Rita Hayworth e Ava Gardner, como também o das pin-ups americanas, loiras e com seios fartos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entretanto, os dois grandes símbolos de beleza da década de 50 foram &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Marilyn Monroe&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://moda.terra.com.br/interna/0,,OI239863-EI1353,00.html"&gt;Brigitte Bardot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, que eram uma mistura dos dois estilos, a devastadora combinação de ingenuidade e sensualidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fashionbubbles.com/tabs/historia/?p=305"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;História da moda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611595954987656038-4459857851052178291?l=bodasdouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodasdouro.blogspot.com/feeds/4459857851052178291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611595954987656038&amp;postID=4459857851052178291' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611595954987656038/posts/default/4459857851052178291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611595954987656038/posts/default/4459857851052178291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodasdouro.blogspot.com/2007/12/sociedade.html' title='(4) Mundo de estrelas'/><author><name>Inês</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KcxG5wSp3bE/R2aXTSG1maI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GE8L2tsJHQI/s72-c/60mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611595954987656038.post-3294147543357011217</id><published>2007-12-13T15:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-21T15:33:23.727Z</updated><title type='text'>(3) O mundo em 1957 -  CEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nascia a Comunidade Económica Europeia, hoje União Europeia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7a2ca740c80d157d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7a2ca740c80d157d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331372914%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7242EA84921006B50AC3B01D16949E44C843EC07.3D4042BC112C71EBA512C3AFFC8244AAF50E9565%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7a2ca740c80d157d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DV_tXzP9zI8liw0cGshmuLF6l2Lg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7a2ca740c80d157d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331372914%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7242EA84921006B50AC3B01D16949E44C843EC07.3D4042BC112C71EBA512C3AFFC8244AAF50E9565%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7a2ca740c80d157d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DV_tXzP9zI8liw0cGshmuLF6l2Lg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'História do Século XX' , CD7 'A nova sociedade de consumo 1956-1968', ed. PUBLICO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611595954987656038-3294147543357011217?l=bodasdouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7a2ca740c80d157d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodasdouro.blogspot.com/feeds/3294147543357011217/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611595954987656038&amp;postID=3294147543357011217' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611595954987656038/posts/default/3294147543357011217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611595954987656038/posts/default/3294147543357011217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodasdouro.blogspot.com/2007/12/em-1957-nascia-cee.html' title='(3) O mundo em 1957 -  CEE'/><author><name>Inês</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611595954987656038.post-3399518674125048869</id><published>2007-12-13T14:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-21T15:34:09.075Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sputnik I 1957'/><title type='text'>(2) O mundo em 1957 - do Sputnik ao computador</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começava a conquista do espaço : 4 Outubro 1957&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9be1f3e617000cee" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9be1f3e617000cee%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331372914%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29AAB0EBE8F7D212396CBE699B845967B688DAE1.3018CBA612ED2067B70837BA010931C008109769%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9be1f3e617000cee%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0GD9BCRxQFzXa0OnDSd57h1QJ-Q&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9be1f3e617000cee%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331372914%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29AAB0EBE8F7D212396CBE699B845967B688DAE1.3018CBA612ED2067B70837BA010931C008109769%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9be1f3e617000cee%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0GD9BCRxQFzXa0OnDSd57h1QJ-Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fonte: 'História do Século XX' , CD7 'A nova sociedade de consumo 1956-1968', ed. PUBLICO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cultura.ufpa.br/dicas/net1/int-h195.htm"&gt;1957 - Em 4 de outubro, a não mais existente URSS (União das Repúblicas Socialistas Soviéticas) lançou o foguete Sputnik, (viajante, em russo), o primeiro objeto fabricado pelo homem a orbitar a Terra&lt;/a&gt;, ou seja, o primeiro satélite artificial terrestre, iniciando a corrida espacial com os Estados Unidos, como parte da disputa tecnológica da Guerra Fria.O Sputnik 1 era uma esfera de alumínio com menos de 50 cm de diâmetro e 83 quilos, com quatro antenas e dois transmissores de rádio, que transmitiam ininterruptamente sinais de rádio para a Terra. Foi lançado por um foguete R7, o antepassado do Soyuz.O satélite 1 levou instrumentos para medir a temperatura e a densidade da alta atmosfera. Enviou esses dados por 21 dias, até que suas baterias se esgotaram. Depois de passar 96 dias em órbita, o Sputnik 1 reentrou na atmosfera e incendiou-se, devido ao atrito provocado pelo ar. Como resposta, em janeiro de 1958, os Estados Unidos lançaram o Explorer 1 .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cultura.ufpa.br/dicas/net1/int-h195.htm"&gt;Também em 1957 foi lançado pela "NCR Corporation" o NCR 304, o primeiro computador comercial totalmente construído com componentes de estado sólido (transistores). &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Russell Kirsch obteve a primeira imagem digital. Foi feita a partir de uma foto de seu filho, Walden, então com três meses.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Era uma imagem em preto e branco, de baixa resolução, com apenas 5 X 5 cm&lt;/span&gt;, (...) Juntamente com alguns colegas, que haviam desenvolvido o primeiro computador programável, o SEAC (Standards Eastern Automatic Computer), criou o primeiro scanner com tambor rotativo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A pergunta “O que aconteceria se os computadores pudessem olhar para as imagens?” abriu caminho para as imagens de satélites, scanners, código de barras... Em 2003, os editores da revista "Life" escolheram a foto do filho de Kirsch, como uma das “100 fotografias que mudaram o mundo”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.cultura.ufpa.br/dicas/net1/int-h195.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;história do computador e da internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611595954987656038-3399518674125048869?l=bodasdouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9be1f3e617000cee&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodasdouro.blogspot.com/feeds/3399518674125048869/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611595954987656038&amp;postID=3399518674125048869' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611595954987656038/posts/default/3399518674125048869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611595954987656038/posts/default/3399518674125048869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodasdouro.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-mundo-em-1957-sputnik.html' title='(2) O mundo em 1957 - do Sputnik ao computador'/><author><name>Inês</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611595954987656038.post-8371852779354565973</id><published>2007-12-13T10:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-19T14:18:56.225Z</updated><title type='text'>(1) das festas as vésperas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o &lt;em&gt;frisson &lt;/em&gt;do acontecimento não me deixa pensar claro: como é difícil encontrar palavras à altura do momento. Queria encontrar uma 'prenda' única, uma frase mágica de celebração deste aniversário único. Pobre de mim, estou sem palavras e sem ideias. Só se fosse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está decidido! Vou fazer um blog com recheio de fotos e tal, do que me vier à cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então fica assim: eu cá dedico-vos este blog! Com os votos sinceros de que seja um pequeno passo, o primeiro, para entrarem na &lt;em&gt;internet&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611595954987656038-8371852779354565973?l=bodasdouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodasdouro.blogspot.com/feeds/8371852779354565973/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611595954987656038&amp;postID=8371852779354565973' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611595954987656038/posts/default/8371852779354565973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611595954987656038/posts/default/8371852779354565973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodasdouro.blogspot.com/2007/12/das-festas-as-vsperas.html' title='(1) das festas as vésperas'/><author><name>Inês</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
