A primeira palavra é dada, a próxima é feita mudando apenas uma letra e assim por diante
quarta-feira, 29 de julho de 2009
Treinando a mente
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Bolsa D12
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Marcadores: Projetos
terça-feira, 28 de julho de 2009
Mais tédio
Acabei de estudar e voltei aqui para passar o tempo.
The Setup: When the prosecution of the Nazis got underway at the Nuremberg Trials, many of the defendants' excuse seemed to revolve around the ideas of, "I'm not really a prick" and, "Hey man, I was just following orders." Yale University psychologist Stanley Milgram wanted to test willingness of subjects to obey an authority figure. Maybe he could just, you know, ask people? Oh, hell no. That would not be nearly horrifying enough.
Instead he ran an experiment where the subject was told he was a "teacher" and that his job was to give a memory test to another subject, located in another room. The whole thing was fake and the other subject was an actor.
The subject was told that whenever the other guy gave an incorrect answer, he was to press a button that would give him an electric shock. A guy in a lab coat was there to make sure he did it (again no real shock was being delivered, but the subject of course did not know this).
The subject was told that the shocks started at 45 volts and would increase with every wrong answer. Each time they pushed the button, the actor on the other end would scream and beg for the subject to stop.
So, can you guess how this went?
The Result: Many subjects began to feel uncomfortable after a certain point, and questioned continuing the experiment. However, each time the guy in the lab coat encouraged them to continue. Most of them did, upping the voltage, delivering shock after shock while the victim screamed. Many subjects would laugh nervously, because laughter is the best medicine when pumping electrical currents through another person's body.
Eventually the actor would start banging on the wall that separated him from the subject, pleading about his heart condition. After further shocks, all sounds from victim's room would cease, indicating he was dead or unconscious. If you had to guess, what percentage of the subjects kept delivering shocks after that point?
Five percent? Ten?
Between 61 and 66 percent of subjects would continue the experiment until it reached the maximum voltage of 450, continuing to deliver shocks after the victim had been zapped into unconsciousness or the afterlife. Repeated studies have shown the same result: Subjects will mindlessly deliver pain to an innocent stranger as long as a dude in a lab coat says it's OK.
Most subjects wouldn't begin to object until after 300-volt shocks. Zero of them asked to stop the experiment before that point (keep in mind 100 volts is enough to kill a man, in some cases).
What This Says About You: You might like to think of yourself as a free-thinking marauder, but when it comes down to it, odds are you won't stick it to The Man because of the fear The Man will stick it right back up your ass. And this was just a guy in a lab coat--imagine if he'd had a uniform, or a badge.
Charles Sheridan and Richard King took this experiment one step further, but asked subjects to shock a puppy for every incorrect action it made. Unlike Milgram's experiment, this shock was real. Exactly 20 out of 26 subjects went to the highest voltage.
Almost 80 percent. Think about that when you're walking around the mall: Eight out of ten of those people you see would torture the shit out of a puppy if a dude in a lab coat asked them to.
Shocking huh?!?
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Bolo de microondas
4 colheres de sopa de açúcar
2 colheres de sopa de chocolate em pó (Toddy/Nescau não servem)
1 ovo
3 colheres de sopa de leite
3 colheres de sopa de óleo
1 xícara bem grande
- Adicione os ingredientes secos à xícara e misture bem.
- Adicione o ovo e misture novamente. Junte ao leite e óleo e misture bem.
- Ponha a xícara no microondas por 3 minutos em temperatura alta.
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Marcadores: Cozinha
segunda-feira, 27 de julho de 2009
Isso merece um lugar aqui
Joguei meu elástico de cabelo pensando que era coco da minha cachorra.
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Cordel
Que comia na mesa com seu pai
Era herdeiro primeiro dos currais
Mas gritou num jantar
"Não quero nada! Nada!"
Nesse dia subiu num grande galho
Nunca mais o barão pisou na terra
Passou anos e anos na floresta
Andou léguas e léguas sobre as folhas
Construiu sua casa feito ninho
Beijou sua mulher perto das nuvens
Um concreto bordado nas alturas
Com manobras de amor no precipício
Quando amanheceu entre dois prédios
De pastilhas brancas e tandos andares
Um guindaste bem mais distante
A luz, a sombra, a luz, vermelha, da roupa, da aurora...
Soube nessa madrugada do homem
Que não quis os minérios do pai
E não quis os segredos farpados da mãe
Subiu numa planta, no alto da pedra
Bem perto daqui,
E ficou por lá.
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Esperanto
quero aprender esperanto, a lingua mundial morta...
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