The perennial problem of falling asleep
Never happened, never had overslept and missed work. I did not know what that meant, so I was desperate in the bathroom, brushing his teeth at about the same time put the tie. Miró
time on the phone, but recalled that that was precisely why he had been dormigo: the machine had run out of battery. The black screen was like a laugh in the face. Damn, he yelled at anyone. He finished
grooming. Nor had the ability to call and inform the work that was delayed. It was important to have a landline, how many times he had told his mother. That's everything to a housing trust filled plastic circuits was not a safe idea. But now it was hopeless, of no reproach unto him he was doing.
searched his bag, quickly ordered the papers on the table and returned to the room after realizing he had forgotten his wallet. It took a last look in the mirror to make sure that at least she went out dress.
closed the door and called the elevator. He pressed the button several times, but the light was on, he did not. Just that day I had to break down, he thought obfuscated.
walked down the stairs, careful not to step wrong with the trouble. The seven floors it agitated. Reached the ground floor door with almost breathless. Recklessly opened and hit the streets.
hurry walked in the direction of the corner of the next block, where there was a taxi parking. I could not afford to save and go by bus line. He was behind in ... I could not figure it, I knew the time.
repaired then ask when someone ... to look around, startled. Could not be true. He stopped, he observed to one side of the street and the next. No one was there. Even cars. He had made half a block and had not noticed. Now that, not only caught his attention, but to be frightened.
He walked a few streets, observing the same landscape. Even the buildings and facades looked weathered. In some areas, the weeds growing between the flagstones of the sidewalk. Nor were birds across the sky or stray dogs wandering in the trash. There was not even trash.
walked past a supermarket. The door was open but nobody was inside. The shelves were full, but some seem to view food in poor condition. However, there was no smell of decay or anything resembling it. As if, in the case have been defeated, that would have occurred long ago ... That idea did
back. Panic wanted to win land on his head, but reassured himself that it was only a bad dream. Could not be anything else, of course not, where anything could be all in that time ...
On the sidewalk a newsstand seemed empty, except for a single copy of a diary, kept in the window within a nylon. The date was wrong, there were still fifteen years ...
No. He said he could not be. Could not have been asleep so long, it had gathered dust, his mother would have called, the landlord should have evicted him in the job, which just never late, they should have contacted ... no, something was wrong. He noted
then that there was no breeze. The air was static. He took the diary of nylon and the cover sheet, cut his hand. He knew how painful it was paper cut, but that burning pit and Solvent Based felt as he confirmed that it was not part of a dream.
What was it? Your destination perhaps, but did not like. Had he survived at all? And if so, how? But ... What about vehicles? Thousands of questions as they arose was a new step and I noticed another detail that had not noticed before.
solitude around him was huge and the trouble he had minutes earlier and had no reason to be. The only thing I thought Over the next five days, before taking his life was actually fell asleep a long, long time.
* THE DARK AND DUSTY ATTIC OF MY MEMORY *
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
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Macroeconomic Policy, Growth and Income Distribution in the Brazilian Economy in the 2000
Franklin and Ricardo Serrano * **
Summa
In terms of its essential features of macroeconomic policy adopted in Brazil is basically the same since 1999
This framework, known as the tripod of economic policy, is, as is well known, a policy of inflation targeting, a (very "dirty") exchange rate regime and a floating specific goal (and quite large) in surplus primary. However, despite this element of continuity of macroeconomic policy framework, the performance of the Brazilian economy in the first half of the decade was not impressive (to say the least), but improved considerably since 2006.
The purpose of this paper is to show that the interaction between the large changes in external conditions facing the economy (since 2003) and small changes in the orientation of national economic policy (after 2005) explain the improved control inflation, the recovery of more satisfactory rates of economic (GDP) and the strong improvement in the distribution income and reducing poverty in the second half of the decade. The change in policy orientation explains the relatively moderate economic contraction and the rapid and strong economic recovery after the peak of the global crisis that hit Brazil in late 2008.
The next three sections briefly discuss, respectively: the performance of inflation targeting system in Brazil (Section II), the record of economic growth (Section III), and changes in income distribution and poverty reduction (Section IV).
A discussion of the difficulties the economy Brazil faces in the decade of 2010 is made in section (V), followed by a brief discussion of policy alternatives (Section VI) and concluding remarks (Section VII).
* Associate Professor, Instituto de Economia, Universidade Federal do Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. ** Assistant Professor
, Institute of Economics, Universidade Federal do Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.
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Franklin and Ricardo Serrano * **
Summa
In terms of its essential features of macroeconomic policy adopted in Brazil is basically the same since 1999
This framework, known as the tripod of economic policy, is, as is well known, a policy of inflation targeting, a (very "dirty") exchange rate regime and a floating specific goal (and quite large) in surplus primary. However, despite this element of continuity of macroeconomic policy framework, the performance of the Brazilian economy in the first half of the decade was not impressive (to say the least), but improved considerably since 2006.
The purpose of this paper is to show that the interaction between the large changes in external conditions facing the economy (since 2003) and small changes in the orientation of national economic policy (after 2005) explain the improved control inflation, the recovery of more satisfactory rates of economic (GDP) and the strong improvement in the distribution income and reducing poverty in the second half of the decade. The change in policy orientation explains the relatively moderate economic contraction and the rapid and strong economic recovery after the peak of the global crisis that hit Brazil in late 2008.
The next three sections briefly discuss, respectively: the performance of inflation targeting system in Brazil (Section II), the record of economic growth (Section III), and changes in income distribution and poverty reduction (Section IV).
A discussion of the difficulties the economy Brazil faces in the decade of 2010 is made in section (V), followed by a brief discussion of policy alternatives (Section VI) and concluding remarks (Section VII).
* Associate Professor, Instituto de Economia, Universidade Federal do Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. ** Assistant Professor
, Institute of Economics, Universidade Federal do Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.
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Saturday, May 14, 2011
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Shatter The survey
Something is usually excited and run into something that one does not expect to receive mail. That enthusiasm
Jonathan brightened this morning, when it comes tax slips and brochures, he found a brown paper envelope, typed and your name.
He opened it immediately, leaving aside the rest. Go Jonathan surprise to discover that this was a survey. He gave a quick read, turning the leaves on one side or the other. Something is not closed, leaves beyond the letterhead on which it could read the word "survey" were blank.
actually had a prayer written and it was a question, just below the letterhead, on the first page.
The question was very concise: Male or Female?. Jonatan
laughed heartily, wondering who would have spent the joke. He thrust the sheets back into the envelope and threw all over the rest of the mail. The excitement was short-lived, but at least allowed to leave with a smile to your daily routine.
returned late at night, tired and ready to sleep. He had already eaten, as his girlfriend. The mere thought that was going to be up early to study for the renewal of insurance work, resulted in more sleep.
Anyway, preferred to watch a little TV. While changing from one channel to another, confused because there was nothing to his liking, he again thought of that survey.
He pulled the envelope and returned to remove the leaves. He sought the court and found none. Again, the blank papers had any information about who had sent them. A point was to save yet again, to throw it away in the morning. However, in an instinctive act then sorry, found a pen and wrote the letter neatly next to the question: "man."
Her eyes widened as big as they could. Under that sentence suddenly appeared a second line, written from scratch, but with the same font that the first machine, asking: Name.
felt some revulsion. This was not normal. I knew the trick of writing dipped in lemon and then to read that "invisible ink" approaching the role in the heat of a flame. But he had never heard of a paper that "the writing itself."
chuckled nervously and was ashamed of being afraid. Brought about over the road and wrote his full name.
Her skin prickled and a chill down her spine. The third sentence
talked to him.
Scared?
swallowed.
- Let Jona, come on. This is a joke, can not be anything else - he said aloud, instilling values.
supported the tip of the pen on the paper and said, lying: "I have no fear."
read in the paper immediately: Why do you lie?
He winced, which almost makes it fall off the chair. It seemed silly, but even he seemed to hear the question, as well as read.
coughed. That did not like. Ezekiel thought of calling his friend, who lived in the same street, but looked at it and did not seem a good idea. It was late to ask someone to come over to read a paper.
hesitated, but finally replied: "No lie"
The paper insisted: lie, but never mind. Do you fear death? Jonatan
shifted in his chair. He looked toward the windows, even got up and looked at whether there was someone outside or in another room, jugándole the joke. He sat down again, but would not take the pen. He was silent, watching the road. Meanwhile, he kept another dialogue, this very internal, between his mind and sanity.
Finally, reached into his backpack and changed the item. Now had a fibrón in his hand. With its thick strokes, said: "NO".
letters in the same way as the previous times, appeared like a magic act: Would you mind then know?
He felt his heart quicken and had difficulty breathing. What was that, by all the gods!
He hurried to answer: "I want to know death."
typed sheet without respite: Can you guess what room of the department is waiting? She turned
look back, sure to come face to face with death. But there was only the refrigerator. Jonathan, stood up, shaking. I wanted to answer, fearing the next question. In the kitchen he felt sure there was only one door that opened onto a small hallway. And he was ahead of him. Sought a sharp knife in the silverware drawer. Caught Handle anxiously, as if his fate depended on it.
With the gun in his hand, returned to the table. He searched the pen again. I did not want to impress anyone now. He replied, "I will not play with you."
The letters appeared one after another, leading to the brink of insanity his mind: "Who do you say I am?".
- Basta! - Shouted and without missing a beat, ran down the aisle, looking for rooms.
Police found his body a day later, when his girlfriend, tired of the phone call, I decided to go to the department. Had been beheaded and his blood was spread throughout the room. They could find no data intruder.
The only thing that caught the attention of the researchers was a road with a letterhead that said "survey", in which the victim had written "Man I have no fear" after a stroke fibrón had "no I'm not interested death "and then again in blue ink" will not play with you. "
The victim, surely had gone mad. Ordered a drug test to the body and inquired with the bride on her psychological state.
never found the envelope, no one ever knew he was there. They say some of the legends that are told in bars of little less crowded suburbs of the city, which continues to travel from house to house, through mail and that once you open it, inevitably, you will die.
Something is usually excited and run into something that one does not expect to receive mail. That enthusiasm
Jonathan brightened this morning, when it comes tax slips and brochures, he found a brown paper envelope, typed and your name.
He opened it immediately, leaving aside the rest. Go Jonathan surprise to discover that this was a survey. He gave a quick read, turning the leaves on one side or the other. Something is not closed, leaves beyond the letterhead on which it could read the word "survey" were blank.
actually had a prayer written and it was a question, just below the letterhead, on the first page.
The question was very concise: Male or Female?. Jonatan
laughed heartily, wondering who would have spent the joke. He thrust the sheets back into the envelope and threw all over the rest of the mail. The excitement was short-lived, but at least allowed to leave with a smile to your daily routine.
returned late at night, tired and ready to sleep. He had already eaten, as his girlfriend. The mere thought that was going to be up early to study for the renewal of insurance work, resulted in more sleep.
Anyway, preferred to watch a little TV. While changing from one channel to another, confused because there was nothing to his liking, he again thought of that survey.
He pulled the envelope and returned to remove the leaves. He sought the court and found none. Again, the blank papers had any information about who had sent them. A point was to save yet again, to throw it away in the morning. However, in an instinctive act then sorry, found a pen and wrote the letter neatly next to the question: "man."
Her eyes widened as big as they could. Under that sentence suddenly appeared a second line, written from scratch, but with the same font that the first machine, asking: Name.
felt some revulsion. This was not normal. I knew the trick of writing dipped in lemon and then to read that "invisible ink" approaching the role in the heat of a flame. But he had never heard of a paper that "the writing itself."
chuckled nervously and was ashamed of being afraid. Brought about over the road and wrote his full name.
Her skin prickled and a chill down her spine. The third sentence
talked to him.
Scared?
swallowed.
- Let Jona, come on. This is a joke, can not be anything else - he said aloud, instilling values.
supported the tip of the pen on the paper and said, lying: "I have no fear."
read in the paper immediately: Why do you lie?
He winced, which almost makes it fall off the chair. It seemed silly, but even he seemed to hear the question, as well as read.
coughed. That did not like. Ezekiel thought of calling his friend, who lived in the same street, but looked at it and did not seem a good idea. It was late to ask someone to come over to read a paper.
hesitated, but finally replied: "No lie"
The paper insisted: lie, but never mind. Do you fear death? Jonatan
shifted in his chair. He looked toward the windows, even got up and looked at whether there was someone outside or in another room, jugándole the joke. He sat down again, but would not take the pen. He was silent, watching the road. Meanwhile, he kept another dialogue, this very internal, between his mind and sanity.
Finally, reached into his backpack and changed the item. Now had a fibrón in his hand. With its thick strokes, said: "NO".
letters in the same way as the previous times, appeared like a magic act: Would you mind then know?
He felt his heart quicken and had difficulty breathing. What was that, by all the gods!
He hurried to answer: "I want to know death."
typed sheet without respite: Can you guess what room of the department is waiting? She turned
look back, sure to come face to face with death. But there was only the refrigerator. Jonathan, stood up, shaking. I wanted to answer, fearing the next question. In the kitchen he felt sure there was only one door that opened onto a small hallway. And he was ahead of him. Sought a sharp knife in the silverware drawer. Caught Handle anxiously, as if his fate depended on it.
With the gun in his hand, returned to the table. He searched the pen again. I did not want to impress anyone now. He replied, "I will not play with you."
The letters appeared one after another, leading to the brink of insanity his mind: "Who do you say I am?".
- Basta! - Shouted and without missing a beat, ran down the aisle, looking for rooms.
Police found his body a day later, when his girlfriend, tired of the phone call, I decided to go to the department. Had been beheaded and his blood was spread throughout the room. They could find no data intruder.
The only thing that caught the attention of the researchers was a road with a letterhead that said "survey", in which the victim had written "Man I have no fear" after a stroke fibrón had "no I'm not interested death "and then again in blue ink" will not play with you. "
The victim, surely had gone mad. Ordered a drug test to the body and inquired with the bride on her psychological state.
never found the envelope, no one ever knew he was there. They say some of the legends that are told in bars of little less crowded suburbs of the city, which continues to travel from house to house, through mail and that once you open it, inevitably, you will die.
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