<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-7099240791733748734</id><updated>2026-04-02T13:38:19.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilton Maynard</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Grupo de Estudos do Tempo Presente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386877149875695421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='9' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_AsvBTaxO2ug/Sfr3JQnAehI/AAAAAAAAASk/t95tKD0TgxM/S220-s149/GET7+2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099240791733748734.post-1597931676557206848</id><published>2011-01-23T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T03:20:44.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WikiLeaks - ou os poderosos também temem!</title><summary type="text">por: Francisco Carlos Teixeira Da Silva

Professor Titular de História Moderna e Contemporânea/UFRJ



Logo que a notícia circulou dando conta que a rede diplomática americana – entre outras instituições – havia sido rompida e que importantes “segredos de Estado” americanos viriam à público, a mídia internacional buscou os aspectos mais sensacionais e comprometedores dos “telegramas” diplomáticos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/feeds/1597931676557206848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7099240791733748734/1597931676557206848' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/1597931676557206848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/1597931676557206848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/2011/01/wikileaks-ou-os-poderosos-tambem-temem.html' title='WikiLeaks - ou os poderosos também temem!'/><author><name>Grupo de Estudos do Tempo Presente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386877149875695421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='9' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_AsvBTaxO2ug/Sfr3JQnAehI/AAAAAAAAASk/t95tKD0TgxM/S220-s149/GET7+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4WoTBLFD0t8WnotEQvdmqD34g8yArGrUKQWF3Arq341Z3FiHblUvaNUFXnWnxouLuu_bq7N7JILeeWW1VfidqXfJKZUgbEzHzYzr0P02ZPYAlE17hb1UfgQQpjwsilLIphz6uKvXiCBSx/s72-c/anonymous.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099240791733748734.post-1131611239423701942</id><published>2010-12-15T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T14:16:24.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ciberguerra do Wikileaks</title><summary type="text">&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt; 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(GET/UFS/CNPq)



A cena não poderia ser mais humilhante. Parado na linha do gol, com o pé sobre a bola, após ter deixado para trás toda a defesa adversária, até mesmo o confuso goleiro, que engatinhava desesperado de volta às traves, o moço observava. Quando todos esperavam o gol, o lance inesperado: com um sorriso indisfarçável, o atleta mirou o centro do campo e recolocou a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/feeds/8862824089520615017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7099240791733748734/8862824089520615017' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/8862824089520615017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/8862824089520615017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/2010/12/esperanca-de-chuteiras.html' title='A esperança de chuteiras'/><author><name>Grupo de Estudos do Tempo Presente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386877149875695421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='9' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_AsvBTaxO2ug/Sfr3JQnAehI/AAAAAAAAASk/t95tKD0TgxM/S220-s149/GET7+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099240791733748734.post-3467975156917062483</id><published>2010-06-01T06:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T06:15:38.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais aventuras na boemia sergipana</title><summary type="text">Dilton Maynard

Parte da história da comunicação em Sergipe passa pelos alto falantes do Carro de Propaganda Guarany. O veículo pertencia a Augusto Luz, dono de alguns estabelecimentos, como o cinema Guarany e mesmo uma farmácia. Luz era figura conhecida na cidade. Ele tinha como sócio Cláudio Silva, que também participava do negócio como locutor. A aparelhagem, vinda de Ohio (USA), era única em </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/feeds/3467975156917062483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7099240791733748734/3467975156917062483' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/3467975156917062483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/3467975156917062483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/2010/06/mais-aventuras-na-boemia-sergipana.html' title='Mais aventuras na boemia sergipana'/><author><name>Grupo de Estudos do Tempo Presente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386877149875695421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='9' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_AsvBTaxO2ug/Sfr3JQnAehI/AAAAAAAAASk/t95tKD0TgxM/S220-s149/GET7+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099240791733748734.post-4304058058922526574</id><published>2010-05-02T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T04:39:01.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Assassinato Colateral...</title><summary type="text">http://www.wikileaks.org/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/feeds/4304058058922526574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7099240791733748734/4304058058922526574' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/4304058058922526574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/4304058058922526574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/2010/05/assassinato-colateral.html' title='Assassinato Colateral...'/><author><name>Grupo de Estudos do Tempo Presente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386877149875695421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='9' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_AsvBTaxO2ug/Sfr3JQnAehI/AAAAAAAAASk/t95tKD0TgxM/S220-s149/GET7+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099240791733748734.post-2482596723832097618</id><published>2010-04-29T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T04:25:42.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Literatura, recordações e secas: Graciliano Ramos, Delmiro Gouveia e representações do sertão</title><summary type="text">Literatura, recordações e secas: Graciliano Ramos, Delmiro Gouveia e representações do sertão




Em uma crônica escrita nos anos 30, Graciliano Ramos (1892-1953) avaliava as possíveis relações entre as secas no Nordeste e o parco desenvolvimento da economia regional. Segundo ele, o cidadão estrangeiro que não tivesse informações sobre o Brasil, que desconhecesse o país e lesse “um dos livros que</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/feeds/2482596723832097618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7099240791733748734/2482596723832097618' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/2482596723832097618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/2482596723832097618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/2010/04/literatura-recordacoes-e-secas.html' title='Literatura, recordações e secas: Graciliano Ramos, Delmiro Gouveia e representações do sertão'/><author><name>Grupo de Estudos do Tempo Presente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386877149875695421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='9' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_AsvBTaxO2ug/Sfr3JQnAehI/AAAAAAAAASk/t95tKD0TgxM/S220-s149/GET7+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099240791733748734.post-8037422528039120563</id><published>2010-04-02T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T12:17:41.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medusa pintada num prato</title><summary type="text">J.Dimitri

Deu na revista:
Uma criança
Nua
Num balde d’água
Suja
Imunda
inunda
Daqui até Jacarta.
Vejo uma medusa ali,
Estranhamente viva...
Petrificado
Observo o seu traçado assimétrico
O olhar opaco
Assim...
Meio tétrico.
Tudo rabiscado às pressas
Num prato de comida
(Macarrão e Molho).
Dali,
Seu olhar cético
Anseia o mundo inteiro
Daqui até Jacarta.
Anda, esperança!
Já parta!
Vai e navega
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Dilton Maynard

Conheci Rosely de Arcoverde quando viajava entre Pernambuco e Alagoas. Na verdade, foi ela quem me conheceu. Acho mais justo dizer assim.  Era meio dia e Garanhuns tinha o vento frio costumeiro, mas o ônibus estava quente. Ela sentou numa poltrona após a minha. Ajeitou as coisas – uma bolsa, um agasalho e o celular. Logo depois começou a falar. E como Rosely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/feeds/1065019555047968022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7099240791733748734/1065019555047968022' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/1065019555047968022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/1065019555047968022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/2009/12/rosely-de-arcoverde.html' title='Rosely de Arcoverde'/><author><name>Grupo de Estudos do Tempo Presente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386877149875695421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='9' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_AsvBTaxO2ug/Sfr3JQnAehI/AAAAAAAAASk/t95tKD0TgxM/S220-s149/GET7+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099240791733748734.post-626657903528012488</id><published>2009-09-18T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T19:43:38.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notas iniciais sobre a boemia sergipana (5)</title><summary type="text">
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Foi do Carro de Propaganda Guarany que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/feeds/2960110044137899869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7099240791733748734/2960110044137899869' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/2960110044137899869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/2960110044137899869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/2009/09/notas-iniciais-sobre-boemia-sergipana-4.html' title='Notas iniciais sobre a boemia sergipana (4)'/><author><name>Grupo de Estudos do Tempo Presente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386877149875695421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='9' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_AsvBTaxO2ug/Sfr3JQnAehI/AAAAAAAAASk/t95tKD0TgxM/S220-s149/GET7+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099240791733748734.post-9212324071376163968</id><published>2009-09-05T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T06:18:48.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notas sobre a boemia sergipana (3)</title><summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Carnera, um discreto mestre&amp;nbsp;seresteiro 

Carnera tocava violão. E tocava bem. Tão bem, que encantou João Melo. Do encontro com Carnera e seu violão brotou a idéia. João Melo queria aprender a tocar o instrumento.Foi até Carnera e revelou a vontade. O pugilista de viola ofereceu-se para </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/feeds/9212324071376163968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7099240791733748734/9212324071376163968' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/9212324071376163968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/9212324071376163968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/2009/09/notas-sobre-boemia-sergipana-3.html' title='Notas sobre a boemia sergipana (3)'/><author><name>Grupo de Estudos do Tempo Presente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386877149875695421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='9' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_AsvBTaxO2ug/Sfr3JQnAehI/AAAAAAAAASk/t95tKD0TgxM/S220-s149/GET7+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfxANhyRc7p7ZHqULA4YZY-EaJRbe70PdCtOnbFNQ8apArGpjMdT6OrGebZ7E97H3GmkRg9a-igxa0YIHg8RfeNTtqCq38Z-HDIFhKEyxlrQoe_4Z3s8EMmc-iBAwvRo1LoYy0w1ikFGsp/s72-c/carnera.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099240791733748734.post-1238071385082770255</id><published>2009-09-04T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T01:54:51.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notas sobre a boemia sergipana (2)</title><summary type="text">Um certo João MeloJoão Lourenço de Paiva melo nasceu no dia 24 de junho de 1921, em Salvador, Bahia. Seu pai, José Maria de Carvalho, médico recém-formado, seguiu o caminho de tantos outros egressos da Faculdades de Medicina: embrenhou-se à procura de clientes nas pequenas cidades. Em 1923 parou em Boquim. De lá, veio para a capital sergipana no anos 30. Em Aracaju, pouco tempo depois, seu filho </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/feeds/1238071385082770255/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7099240791733748734/1238071385082770255' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/1238071385082770255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/1238071385082770255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/2009/09/um-certo-joao-melo.html' title='Notas sobre a boemia sergipana (2)'/><author><name>Grupo de Estudos do Tempo Presente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386877149875695421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='9' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_AsvBTaxO2ug/Sfr3JQnAehI/AAAAAAAAASk/t95tKD0TgxM/S220-s149/GET7+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099240791733748734.post-6206251115583235425</id><published>2009-09-02T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T02:03:50.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notas iniciais sobre a boemia sergipana (1)</title><summary type="text">Dilton MaynardA boêmia sergipana ainda não foi estudada. À exceção de alguns memorialistas, pouco se falou da vida fértil, do clima quente dos bares, praças, prostíbulos e becos do Aracaju. Pouco se falou das manifestações sergipanas na música noturna, radiofônica. Das serestas e baforadas de cigarros. Porém, é possível que isto não tarde a acontecer. As mudanças crescentes na historiografia </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/feeds/6206251115583235425/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7099240791733748734/6206251115583235425' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/6206251115583235425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/6206251115583235425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/2009/09/notas-iniciais-sobre-aspectos-da-boemia.html' title='Notas iniciais sobre a boemia sergipana (1)'/><author><name>Grupo de Estudos do Tempo Presente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386877149875695421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='9' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_AsvBTaxO2ug/Sfr3JQnAehI/AAAAAAAAASk/t95tKD0TgxM/S220-s149/GET7+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099240791733748734.post-1288198424131792927</id><published>2009-07-21T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T15:26:47.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O último na fila do mundo</title><summary type="text">Sentou ofegante embaixo da árvore de copa parca. Olhou as pessoas a passar.Os minutos escorregavam com o suor da fronte. Estava ali só Deus sabe há quanto tempo. O sol, com elegância única, definhava. Mesmo assim o moço continuou sentado. A cabeça, em rodopios de fatos, reforçava a idéia de que havia algo errado. Pensou no patrão, o gordo e intragável Nuno Freitas Costa, dono da loja de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/feeds/1288198424131792927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7099240791733748734/1288198424131792927' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/1288198424131792927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/1288198424131792927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-ultimo-na-fila-do-mundo.html' title='O último na fila do mundo'/><author><name>Grupo de Estudos do Tempo Presente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386877149875695421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='9' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_AsvBTaxO2ug/Sfr3JQnAehI/AAAAAAAAASk/t95tKD0TgxM/S220-s149/GET7+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1nTUP0Dj_wTiooDgaftyhpHNEOBICgJ5aWpI2JxptpCRBL6iM50kmHtVm0_-_MOD5MY-aoekz_-9V3NuPAuLOd-nobVuC0ieuo8a-o-rgUeWgksu0QHRpA56hptz0j57ODszej5jNYlkf/s72-c/DSC04465.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099240791733748734.post-8601994818963360763</id><published>2009-06-03T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T05:23:50.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Só no chat, Só na Net: música e ciberespaço</title><summary type="text">Dilton  Maynard A canção é taxativa: “Quem mexe com internet/Fica bom em quase tudo/Quem tem computador/nem precisa de estudo”.  A sarcástica afirmação é feita pelo pessoal do Pato Fu. Outra canção, outro diagnóstico:  “Certo é que o sertão quer virar mar/Certo é que o sertão quer navegar/No micro do menino internetinho” anuncia Gilberto Gil.Ambas as músicas evidenciam o quanto a Internet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/feeds/8601994818963360763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7099240791733748734/8601994818963360763' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/8601994818963360763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/8601994818963360763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-no-chat-so-na-net-musica-e.html' title='Só no chat, Só na Net: música e ciberespaço'/><author><name>Grupo de Estudos do Tempo Presente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386877149875695421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='9' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_AsvBTaxO2ug/Sfr3JQnAehI/AAAAAAAAASk/t95tKD0TgxM/S220-s149/GET7+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIZtWfJaRj5NWHhMpxGuCevr3Um1kwcPhCR6IH8sWVAV57JKDZcG8_wK4lNNIssDjuwTS5De4CKahpNfgROeyVnW5lcVuxy447yUp8NBc1MsLRAmTy08b61etOvaKZXl_hwyKqGMKFm7Z3/s72-c/music.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099240791733748734.post-1154674228239757708</id><published>2009-03-30T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T13:46:20.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Internet virou campo de batalha</title><summary type="text">                                                                                                                                          Dilton Maynard

Há quase uma década atrás, Bill Gates, escreveu um livro visionário. Nele, o Senhor da Microsoft afirmou sobre a Internet: “pessoas com interesses parecidos poderão encontrar-se eletronicamente e organizar-se sem esforço físico algum.Vai ser tão</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/feeds/1154674228239757708/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7099240791733748734/1154674228239757708' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/1154674228239757708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/1154674228239757708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/2009/03/internet-virou-campo-de-batalha.html' title='A Internet virou campo de batalha'/><author><name>Grupo de Estudos do Tempo Presente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386877149875695421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='9' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_AsvBTaxO2ug/Sfr3JQnAehI/AAAAAAAAASk/t95tKD0TgxM/S220-s149/GET7+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099240791733748734.post-3981827198350675618</id><published>2009-03-22T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T11:10:09.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">         A mulher do delegado                                                                          Dilton MaynardAracaju, 1943. Numa noite de sábado, um grupo de artistas saiu de um bar situado nas proximidades da Praça Camerino, centro da cidade. A noite estava desenhada com um imenso luar e a brisa marítima que corria pela região era convidativa a um prolongamento da bebedeira. O bando </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/feeds/3981827198350675618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7099240791733748734/3981827198350675618' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/3981827198350675618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/3981827198350675618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/2009/03/mulher-do-delegado-dilton-maynard.html' title=''/><author><name>Grupo de Estudos do Tempo Presente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386877149875695421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='9' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_AsvBTaxO2ug/Sfr3JQnAehI/AAAAAAAAASk/t95tKD0TgxM/S220-s149/GET7+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhugBEkZlqbqjVArhY9jtRHDVczd3Wlm1aWKT42v2a6pf4Yw0XW_IXsU0_Gw1ON1ZlIQbNpqKDfp_us6aPiaoCifsC0KGg9OsvZaR3JLr6snANWsQQIkYGjI-4mnmJLQIwU-0GMkufdXTOA/s72-c/radio-old.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099240791733748734.post-6446159589204115149</id><published>2009-03-18T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T07:55:01.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">O surgimento da radiodifusão em Sergipe (2): alguns programas da rádio PRJ-6A atenção conferida aos programas caminhava em paralelo com o zelo da PRJ-6 em promover a diversificação temática que, de modo aparentemente “ocasional”, conquistassem um público mais amplo do que aquele obtido pelas palestras unicamente doutrinárias, preocupados em divulgar a ideologia do regime. Assim sendo, um halo de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/feeds/6446159589204115149/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7099240791733748734/6446159589204115149' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/6446159589204115149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/6446159589204115149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/2009/03/programas-da-radio-prj-6-atencao.html' title=''/><author><name>Grupo de Estudos do Tempo Presente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386877149875695421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='9' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_AsvBTaxO2ug/Sfr3JQnAehI/AAAAAAAAASk/t95tKD0TgxM/S220-s149/GET7+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwgTK808DX9L8TQUFA90mzYktCrStaJLQTXG1RxppXwFoDZZvVhBMNojxpjwTInLRbpwmKEw9bsV3t5f5NXmkCYb7_zaal8uuuGdX2nriCHmWurSM6pJp1h95gftryhh9zu-_1RZ68-Bv7/s72-c/PRJ-6.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099240791733748734.post-8497769028175429227</id><published>2009-01-04T06:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T06:49:52.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O surgimento da radiodifusão em Sergipe (1)</title><summary type="text">Dilton MaynardA radiodifusão sergipana é fruto do Estado Novo (1937-1945). Afinal de contas, a nossa primeira emissora, a PRJ-6, Rádio Aperipê, surgiu em 1939. Embora a afirmação desagrade aos mais românticos, é inegável o auxílio que o rádio recebeu neste período.Os anos trinta vivenciam o avanço do rádio no Brasil e no mundo. Contudo, apesar da efervescente década de trinta, é somente ao seu </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/feeds/8497769028175429227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7099240791733748734/8497769028175429227' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/8497769028175429227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/8497769028175429227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-surgimento-da-radiodifuso-em-sergipe.html' title='O surgimento da radiodifusão em Sergipe (1)'/><author><name>Grupo de Estudos do Tempo Presente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386877149875695421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='9' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_AsvBTaxO2ug/Sfr3JQnAehI/AAAAAAAAASk/t95tKD0TgxM/S220-s149/GET7+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099240791733748734.post-3835666560438700445</id><published>2008-11-16T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T06:24:03.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Por um real de amor: história das mulheres que só dizem sim</title><summary type="text">Dilton MaynardProfessor do Departamento de História – UFSGrupo de Estudos do Tempo Presente – GET(Publicado no Jornal da Cidade. Aracaju, 12 de novembro de 2008. Caderno Cidades, B-6. Opinião).“Diga sempre que me ama, vá fazer o seu programa e depois volte pra mim”. É assim que se encerra a balada “E depois volta pra mim”, com letra de Zeca Baleiro, música e voz de Odair José, há pouco lançada. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/feeds/3835666560438700445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7099240791733748734/3835666560438700445' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/3835666560438700445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/3835666560438700445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/2008/11/por-um-real-de-amor-histria-das.html' title='Por um real de amor: história das mulheres que só dizem sim'/><author><name>Grupo de Estudos do Tempo Presente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386877149875695421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='9' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_AsvBTaxO2ug/Sfr3JQnAehI/AAAAAAAAASk/t95tKD0TgxM/S220-s149/GET7+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ALgsMQjdJOE8rovZZC1T5kmWZKH1F2BbJVHIijHnUK5ZmRTOBfCVRZVsm9LPtMYLvmHuzhi4JYqDJdIEFMFzgxCwlrlmOTfCn928XC7f2qBrGjznphtCMAGsnuZHmHxm6f48D99oB5XE/s72-c/por+um+real+de+amor.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099240791733748734.post-2599588539212304183</id><published>2008-10-21T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T19:06:48.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text"></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtzIh2tLZboTPiJ-nNhIRc7lYop1KBQJQ4G4Cahqk45Ee3PmJcvMxakoCrOM7xRaGtnvxP8a27mjjey3FuAY-sntlB3LUGDU2R2S1WQb4vIl-lTDiago2CWAwnF7l8UERuwnb1w4MevLsj/s72-c/Digitalizar0009.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099240791733748734.post-8203344094343288899</id><published>2008-06-29T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T13:47:09.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O CONSERTADOR DE PIANOS</title><summary type="text">Dilton MaynardJá faz muito tempo. Nos dias brabos da Guerra ele ganhou notoriedade. Contam os mais velhos, ainda assustados, que um alemão andou aprontando em Aracaju.Era um sujeito alto, comprido, um varapau mesmo. Branco, muito branco. Envergava um terno amarronzado quase todos os dias da semana, à exceção de quando resolvia dar um passeio. Quando isso ocorria, costumeiramente aos sábados, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/feeds/8203344094343288899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7099240791733748734/8203344094343288899' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/8203344094343288899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099240791733748734/posts/default/8203344094343288899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diltonmaynard.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-consertador-de-pianos.html' title='O CONSERTADOR DE PIANOS'/><author><name>Grupo de Estudos do Tempo Presente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02386877149875695421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='9' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_AsvBTaxO2ug/Sfr3JQnAehI/AAAAAAAAASk/t95tKD0TgxM/S220-s149/GET7+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUWPt7BZhpL0BhUt98GjMzooCSZHnsTGKTwnwLnT2_NYEv0zKtTsqxM-B1v1lGPF92hJFLzvfQ6PJUkWX8dZWlP4GlbTanRcLoLRFd_0DDx8SgyBLdq0yleDNAAIXBw1oxiPcSKRNPjI3D/s72-c/farol.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>