Google: Sus trabajadores reciben el Nexus 5X como regalo por navidad!

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMo-9ZomqG0IpEmEo7CBENg6Cygk-GTu9pN0AuBZ7fj9g1jXJ5DyKXXL_kzYxaWSezDHLjjK2FFde7MMcCfry97SQ7gJtUjhRAlvf9ISZy1EfHMbAnXJmpoAWuis4f-jkaVGNhKLraFgI/s1600/Google.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMo-9ZomqG0IpEmEo7CBENg6Cygk-GTu9pN0AuBZ7fj9g1jXJ5DyKXXL_kzYxaWSezDHLjjK2FFde7MMcCfry97SQ7gJtUjhRAlvf9ISZy1EfHMbAnXJmpoAWuis4f-jkaVGNhKLraFgI/s640/Google.png" width="640" /></a></div>El gigante Google yá fué clasificado como uno de las mejores lugares para trabajar, contando con salários que hacen brillar los ojos de cualquiera que los admira, además de las grandes mordomías, como gimnasio, comida gratis y otros placeres cotidianos. Quien trabaja para la gigante de Mountain View, por lo tanto, tendrá más un motivo para conmemorar en este final de año: "su regalo navideño". La compañía sediada en los Estados Unidos de América y liderada por Sundar Pichai está ofreciendo, gratuitamente, obviamente, un Nexus 5X a cada trabajador listado en el banco de datos. De esta forma siendo usted nuevo en el cargo o un profesional que crece hace años dentro de la empresa de tecnología, el celular hecho en parcería con la empresa LG estará esperandote como una sorpresa bienvenida para acabar el año con llave de oro. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx5UOCeNFotCdAjY8HTQQyc10LLwPu1lXXJdadBBnZwDT90JTFSaMZ-IWeTjanBmbckecYRJ2CEOg3gZb3Lv2Hq6MoDOmzPssyZ8WQo3vV_F3wcA6qA4wel_MK4pbCok4zGSVPrTv9vXA/s1600/5x.0.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx5UOCeNFotCdAjY8HTQQyc10LLwPu1lXXJdadBBnZwDT90JTFSaMZ-IWeTjanBmbckecYRJ2CEOg3gZb3Lv2Hq6MoDOmzPssyZ8WQo3vV_F3wcA6qA4wel_MK4pbCok4zGSVPrTv9vXA/s320/5x.0.png" width="280" /></a></div>La información de que los trabajadores de la gigante Google recibirían como regalo navideño un ejemplar del LG Nexus 5X fué comentada en el famoso foro de la internet, Reddit donde un posible empleado de la dueña de Android comentó sobre la novedad por allá, ganando la atención de lo curiosos y fans. Aún así, llevando en cuenta que la mayoría de los miembros del cuadro profesional de la gigante de Mountain View ya posse un celular personal, los ganadores del agrado de fin de año de la compañía estadounidense podran optar, de la misma forma, por donar el valor del modelo para caridad, eso es, una cuantía de US$ 300 ofrecida por persona.<br />Quien decidir quedarse con el celular por otro lado, tendrá en manos uno de los mejores celulares del mercado actual de telefonía móbil, el cual tiene una ventajosa lista de especificaciones técnicas, como su pantalla de 5,2 pulgadas en resolución FullHD (1920x1080 pixeles), 2Gb de Ram, chipset Qualcomm SnapDragon 808, incluyendo el procesador de 6 núcleos, que atinge un máximo de 2GHZ y Adreno 418 para los gráficos, modelos con 16GB ó 32GB de memoria de almacenamiento interno, camara principal de 12,3 megapixeles y frontal de 5 megapixeles e Android 6.0 Marshmallow como sistema operacional.<br />De acuerdo con el valor de este celular, la grande Google tendrá que desembolsar casi 16 millones de reales para poder dar este presente para sus empleados. Todo un lujo no?, con esto podemos aclarar que para Google sus empleados son muy importantes!

Google: Sus trabajadores reciben el Nexus 5X como regalo por navidad!

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Portland is known as one of the most bicycle friendly cities

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ3ta9tyrCpdK2k81tR10hxTSUN31qvjkRirCS7u5A3Ndx94KLrRcn-PUQPrcKtEhW1BjqIjYE-avmoogcna7PE2FYhYm2XM-YiS6UeAkrJfroOU40qXK0D-ZKCMIq40ZX91S4ZnIjlBE/s1600/people4-700x357.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="326" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ3ta9tyrCpdK2k81tR10hxTSUN31qvjkRirCS7u5A3Ndx94KLrRcn-PUQPrcKtEhW1BjqIjYE-avmoogcna7PE2FYhYm2XM-YiS6UeAkrJfroOU40qXK0D-ZKCMIq40ZX91S4ZnIjlBE/s1600/people4-700x357.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>But to my astonishment I discovered that with death staring him in the face Abner Perry was transformed into a new being. From his lips there flowed—not prayer—but a clear and limpid stream of undiluted profanity, and it was all directed at that quietly stubborn piece of unyielding mechanism.<br />"I should think, Perry," I chided, "that a man of your professed religiousness would rather be at his prayers than cursing in the presence of imminent death."<br /><br />"Death!" he cried. "Death is it that appalls you? That is nothing by comparison with the loss the world must suffer. Why, David within this iron cylinder we have demonstrated possibilities that science has scarce dreamed. We have harnessed a new principle, and with it animated a piece of steel with the power of ten thousand men. That two lives will be snuffed out is nothing to the world calamity that entombs in the bowels of the earth the discoveries that I have made and proved in the successful construction of the thing that is now carrying us farther and farther toward the eternal central fires."<br /><br />I am frank to admit that for myself I was much more concerned with our own immediate future than with any problematic loss which the world might be about to suffer. The world was at least ignorant of its bereavement, while to me it was a real and terrible actuality.<br /><br />"What can we do?" I asked, hiding my perturbation beneath the mask of a low and level voice.<br />"We may stop here, and die of asphyxiation when our atmosphere tanks are empty," replied Perry, "or we may continue on with the slight hope that we may later sufficiently deflect the prospector from the vertical to carry us along the arc of a great circle which must eventually return us to the surface. If we succeed in so doing before we reach the higher internal temperature we may even yet survive. There would seem to me to be about one chance in several million that we shall succeed—otherwise we shall die more quickly but no more surely than as though we sat supinely waiting for the torture of a slow and horrible death."<br /><br />I glanced at the thermometer. It registered 110 degrees. While we were talking the mighty iron mole had bored its way over a mile into the rock of the earth's crust.<br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">"Let us continue on, then," I replied. "It should soon be over at this rate. You never intimated that the speed of this thing would be so high, Perry. Didn't you know it?"</blockquote><br />"No," he answered. "I could not figure the speed exactly, for I had no instrument for measuring the mighty power of my generator. I reasoned, however, that we should make about five hundred yards an hour."

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Best Relaxing Places In The World

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYVZ1JjOzL8Y71RvMbKPqDlzKhVS24XMIDD8KtADUuV3ByjVlnDKoMLQnx58ebkUeowMP0WGSbkHLOwTTLntt9ELsMzgkpGXaLfpNk48xmsAE-HAeylOKgZvHg39T-V_mvtmy2Nwy552U/s1600/aa1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="332" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYVZ1JjOzL8Y71RvMbKPqDlzKhVS24XMIDD8KtADUuV3ByjVlnDKoMLQnx58ebkUeowMP0WGSbkHLOwTTLntt9ELsMzgkpGXaLfpNk48xmsAE-HAeylOKgZvHg39T-V_mvtmy2Nwy552U/s1600/aa1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>"In spite of all these diseases, and of all the new ones that continued to arise, there were more and more men in the world. This was because it was easy to get food. The easier it was to get food, the more men there were; the more men there were, the more thickly were they packed together on the earth; and the more thickly they were packed, the more new kinds of germs became diseases. There were warnings. Soldervetzsky, as early as 1929, told the bacteriologists that they had no guaranty against some new disease, a thousand times more deadly than any they knew, arising and killing by the hundreds of millions and even by the billion. You see, the micro-organic world remained a mystery to the end. They knew there was such a world, and that from time to time armies of new germs emerged from it to kill men.<br /><br />"And that was all they knew about it. For all they knew, in that invisible micro-organic world there might be as many different kinds of germs as there are grains of sand on this beach. And also, in that same invisible world it might well be that new kinds of germs came to be. It might be there that life originated—the 'abysmal fecundity,' Soldervetzsky called it, applying the words of other men who had written before him...."<br /><br />It was at this point that Hare-Lip rose to his feet, an expression of huge contempt on his face.<br /><br /><blockquote>"Granser," he announced, "you make me sick with your gabble. Why don't you tell about the Red Death? If you ain't going to, say so, an' we'll start back for camp."</blockquote><br />The old man looked at him and silently began to cry. The weak tears of age rolled down his cheeks and all the feebleness of his eighty-seven years showed in his grief-stricken countenance.<br /><br />"Sit down," Edwin counselled soothingly. "Granser's all right. He's just gettin' to the Scarlet Death, ain't you, Granser? He's just goin' to tell us about it right now. Sit down, Hare-Lip. Go ahead, Granser."<br /><br />The old man wiped the tears away on his grimy knuckles and took up the tale in a tremulous, piping voice that soon strengthened as he got the swing of the narrative.

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Visit Stunning St. Vincent And The Grenadines

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuc0f1WTfLBYQ2Ixe-crOtjcAyFnqcRAwyzxLMG-TiYVDaQJr-fkmQBnrY6MO-kP0WiHswEddsrsEp5qWbM5WODE9dPIRcaYGALzSLw7kvjGmwvCmvTvylUb4lPLRat1Dz_txV8MODqwY/s1600/DeskWalls-82.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuc0f1WTfLBYQ2Ixe-crOtjcAyFnqcRAwyzxLMG-TiYVDaQJr-fkmQBnrY6MO-kP0WiHswEddsrsEp5qWbM5WODE9dPIRcaYGALzSLw7kvjGmwvCmvTvylUb4lPLRat1Dz_txV8MODqwY/s1600/DeskWalls-82.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>"There was one of the Munchkin girls who was so beautiful that I soon grew to love her with all my heart. She, on her part, promised to marry me as soon as I could earn enough money to build a better house for her; so I set to work harder than ever. But the girl lived with an old woman who did not want her to marry anyone, for she was so lazy she wished the girl to remain with her and do the cooking and the housework. So the old woman went to the Wicked Witch of the East, and promised her two sheep and a cow if she would prevent the marriage. Thereupon the Wicked Witch enchanted my axe, and when I was chopping away at my best one day, for I was anxious to get the new house and my wife as soon as possible, the axe slipped all at once and cut off my left leg.<br /><br />"This at first seemed a great misfortune, for I knew a one-legged man could not do very well as a wood-chopper. So I went to a tinsmith and had him make me a new leg out of tin. The leg worked very well, once I was used to it. But my action angered the Wicked Witch of the East, for she had promised the old woman I should not marry the pretty Munchkin girl. When I began chopping again, my axe slipped and cut off my right leg. Again I went to the tinsmith, and again he made me a leg out of tin. After this the enchanted axe cut off my arms, one after the other; but, nothing daunted, I had them replaced with tin ones. The Wicked Witch then made the axe slip and cut off my head, and at first I thought that was the end of me. But the tinsmith happened to come along, and he made me a new head out of tin.<br /><br />"I thought I had beaten the Wicked Witch then, and I worked harder than ever; but I little knew how cruel my enemy could be. She thought of a new way to kill my love for the beautiful Munchkin maiden, and made my axe slip again, so that it cut right through my body, splitting me into two halves. Once more the tinsmith came to my help and made me a body of tin, fastening my tin arms and legs and head to it, by means of joints, so that I could move around as well as ever. But, alas! I had now no heart, so that I lost all my love for the Munchkin girl, and did not care whether I married her or not. I suppose she is still living with the old woman, waiting for me to come after her.<br /><br />"My body shone so brightly in the sun that I felt very proud of it and it did not matter now if my axe slipped, for it could not cut me. There was only one danger--that my joints would rust; but I kept an oil-can in my cottage and took care to oil myself whenever I needed it. However, there came a day when I forgot to do this, and, being caught in a rainstorm, before I thought of the danger my joints had rusted, and I was left to stand in the woods until you came to help me. It was a terrible thing to undergo, but during the year I stood there I had time to think that the greatest loss I had known was the loss of my heart. While I was in love I was the happiest man on earth; but no one can love who has not a heart, and so I am resolved to ask Oz to give me one. If he does, I will go back to the Munchkin maiden and marry her."<br /><br />Both Dorothy and the Scarecrow had been greatly interested in the story of the Tin Woodman, and now they knew why he was so anxious to get a new heart.<br /><br />

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City Breaks – Ride to Amsterdam

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcGy-T_GCYnn13NRtZ5-fJo-_2VCQsURGtS3yWTbUc1qzDzEHYuQboWMdENxbADbGKcrnRbarG5eFIOb9anLeI8aq571w53zhaN3xe5pnM9m802bwMpzWSwQ7LriSdIaW1VML57C8uZw8/s1600/travel3-700x357.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcGy-T_GCYnn13NRtZ5-fJo-_2VCQsURGtS3yWTbUc1qzDzEHYuQboWMdENxbADbGKcrnRbarG5eFIOb9anLeI8aq571w53zhaN3xe5pnM9m802bwMpzWSwQ7LriSdIaW1VML57C8uZw8/s1600/travel3-700x357.jpg" /></a></div>Nor, at any time, by night or day could the mariners now step upon the deck, unless Ahab was before them; either standing in his pivot-hole, or exactly pacing the planks between two undeviating limits,—the main-mast and the mizen; or else they saw him standing in the cabin-scuttle,—his living foot advanced upon the deck, as if to step; his hat slouched heavily over his eyes; so that however motionless he stood, however the days and nights were added on, that he had not swung in his hammock; yet hidden beneath that slouching hat, they could never tell unerringly whether, for all this, his eyes were really closed at times; or whether he was still intently scanning them; no matter, though he stood so in the scuttle for a whole hour on the stretch, and the unheeded night-damp gathered in beads of dew upon that stone-carved coat and hat. The clothes that the night had wet, the next day's sunshine dried upon him; and so, day after day, and night after night; he went no more beneath the planks; whatever he wanted from the cabin that thing he sent for.<br /><br />He ate in the same open air; that is, his two only meals,—breakfast and dinner: supper he never touched; nor reaped his beard; which darkly grew all gnarled, as unearthed roots of trees blown over, which still grow idly on at naked base, though perished in the upper verdure. But though his whole life was now become one watch on deck; and though the Parsee's mystic watch was without intermission as his own; yet these two never seemed to speak—one man to the other—unless at long intervals some passing unmomentous matter made it necessary. Though such a potent spell seemed secretly to join the twain; openly, and to the awe-struck crew, they seemed pole-like asunder. If by day they chanced to speak one word; by night, dumb men were both, so far as concerned the slightest verbal interchange. At times, for longest hours, without a single hail, they stood far parted in the starlight; Ahab in his scuttle, the Parsee by the mainmast; but still fixedly gazing upon each other; as if in the Parsee Ahab saw his forethrown shadow, in Ahab the Parsee his abandoned substance.<br /><br />And yet, somehow, did Ahab—in his own proper self, as daily, hourly, and every instant, commandingly revealed to his subordinates,—Ahab seemed an independent lord; the Parsee but his slave. Still again both seemed yoked together, and an unseen tyrant driving them; the lean shade siding the solid rib. For be this Parsee what he may, all rib and keel was solid Ahab.<br />At the first faintest glimmering of the dawn, his iron voice was heard from aft,—"Man the mast-heads!"—and all through the day, till after sunset and after twilight, the same voice every hour, at the striking of the helmsman's bell, was heard—"What d'ye see?—sharp! sharp!"<br />But when three or four days had slided by, after meeting the children-seeking Rachel; and no spout had yet been seen; the monomaniac old man seemed distrustful of his crew's fidelity; at least, of nearly all except the Pagan harpooneers; he seemed to doubt, even, whether Stubb and Flask might not willingly overlook the sight he sought. But if these suspicions were really his, he sagaciously refrained from verbally expressing them, however his actions might seem to hint them.

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