<?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-5492828</id><updated>2011-10-07T00:46:04.379+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ioctl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ioctl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492828/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ioctl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>w'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08347851437068777009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://paulo.parafuso.net/paulolhoculos.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492828.post-4567389342108480308</id><published>2011-05-12T18:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T21:38:01.964+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apache httpd + ActiveDirectory Authentication</title><content type='html'>Autenticar um Apache contra um (ou mais dominios ActiveDirectory (ldap plain):&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mod-Auth External (modulo para usar autenticadores custom no apache): &lt;a href="http://code.google.com/p/mod-auth-external/"&gt;http://code.google.com/p/mod-auth-external/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://code.google.com/p/mod-auth-external/wiki/Configuration"&gt;Configurar o módulo&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;pre style="overflow: scroll;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# External LDAP Auth&lt;br /&gt;LoadModule authnz_external_module modules/mod_authnz_external.so    &lt;br /&gt;DefineExternalAuth ldapAuth environment /usr/local/bin/ldapAuthenticator&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;Location ...&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;     AuthType Basic&lt;br /&gt;     AuthName "Special Realm"&lt;br /&gt;     AuthBasicProvider external&lt;br /&gt;     AuthExternal ldapAuth&lt;br /&gt;     Require valid-user&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;Location ...&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Criar um script sobre ldapsearch + dig para validar a autenticação&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote &gt;&lt;pre  style="overflow: scroll;"&gt;#!/bin/sh&lt;br /&gt;LDAPSEARCHCMD=/usr/bin/ldapsearch&lt;br /&gt;DIGCMD=/usr/bin/dig&lt;br /&gt;DOMAINS="domain1.parentdomain.com domain2"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEMPFILE="/tmp/.data.$$"&lt;br /&gt;if [ -z $USER ] || [ -z $PASS ]; then&lt;br /&gt; exit 1;&lt;br /&gt;fi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USERNAME=${USER}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for DOMAIN in $DOMAINS; do&lt;br /&gt;SERVERS=`$DIGCMD -t srv "_ldap._tcp.dc._msdcs.$DOMAIN." +short  | cut -f 4 -d " "`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[ $DOMAIN =~ "^([^.]*)" ]]&lt;br /&gt;DOMAIN=${BASH_REMATCH[1]}&lt;br /&gt; for SERVER in $SERVERS; do&lt;br /&gt;  echo -n $PASS &amp;gt; $TEMPFILE&lt;br /&gt;  chmod 0700 $TEMPFILE&lt;br /&gt;  # echo $LDAPSEARCHCMD -x -LLL -h $SERVER -D "$DOMAIN\\$USERNAME" -y $TEMPFILE -s sub "(sAMAccountName=$USERNAME)" sAMAccountName &amp;gt;&amp;gt; /tmp/.authlog&lt;br /&gt;  $LDAPSEARCHCMD -x -LLL -h $SERVER -D "$DOMAIN\\$USERNAME" -y $TEMPFILE -s sub "(sAMAccountName=$USERNAME)" sAMAccountName&lt;br /&gt;  RES=$?&lt;br /&gt;  [[ -f $TEMPFILE ]] &amp;amp;&amp;amp; rm $TEMPFILE&lt;br /&gt;  [[ $RES -eq  0 ]] &amp;amp;&amp;amp;  exit 0;&lt;br /&gt;  [[ $RES -eq 10 ]] &amp;amp;&amp;amp; exit 0; &lt;br /&gt; done&lt;br /&gt;done &lt;br /&gt;exit 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5492828-4567389342108480308?l=ioctl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ioctl.blogspot.com/feeds/4567389342108480308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5492828&amp;postID=4567389342108480308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492828/posts/default/4567389342108480308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492828/posts/default/4567389342108480308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ioctl.blogspot.com/2011/05/apache-httpd-activedirectory.html' title='Apache httpd + ActiveDirectory Authentication'/><author><name>w'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08347851437068777009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://paulo.parafuso.net/paulolhoculos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492828.post-6486911159675092920</id><published>2010-12-23T11:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-23T11:45:39.744Z</updated><title type='text'>Pope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mmBw3uzPnJI/TQouau-w61I/AAAAAAAB1Ac/LdWJEF91-WE/s1600/best_protest_signs_57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 411px; height: 605px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mmBw3uzPnJI/TQouau-w61I/AAAAAAAB1Ac/LdWJEF91-WE/s1600/best_protest_signs_57.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mmBw3uzPnJI/TQoxzXmMDVI/AAAAAAAB1E0/nlq-uJZm1f4/s1600/best_protest_signs_22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 472px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mmBw3uzPnJI/TQoxzXmMDVI/AAAAAAAB1E0/nlq-uJZm1f4/s1600/best_protest_signs_22.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mmBw3uzPnJI/TQoyJ8zg3VI/AAAAAAAB1F8/EE3cle0y2Eo/s1600/best_protest_signs_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 439px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mmBw3uzPnJI/TQoyJ8zg3VI/AAAAAAAB1F8/EE3cle0y2Eo/s1600/best_protest_signs_13.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5492828-6486911159675092920?l=ioctl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ioctl.blogspot.com/feeds/6486911159675092920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5492828&amp;postID=6486911159675092920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492828/posts/default/6486911159675092920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492828/posts/default/6486911159675092920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ioctl.blogspot.com/2010/12/pope.html' title='Pope'/><author><name>w'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08347851437068777009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://paulo.parafuso.net/paulolhoculos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mmBw3uzPnJI/TQouau-w61I/AAAAAAAB1Ac/LdWJEF91-WE/s72-c/best_protest_signs_57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492828.post-7699545836780124813</id><published>2010-06-21T17:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T17:07:24.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Deus, que está em toda a parte, estava ali, mas, sendo aquilo que é, um puro espírito, não podia ver como a pele de um tocava a pele do outro, como as suas carnes se juntavam, criadas uma e outra para isso mesmo, e, provavelmente, já nem lá se encontrava quando a semente sagrada de José se derramou no sagrado interior de Maria, sagrados ambos por serem a fonte e a taça da vida, em verdade há coisas que o próprio Deus não entende, embora as tivesse criado. Tendo pois saído para o pátio, Deus não pode ouvir o som agónico, como um estertor, que saiu da boca do varão no instante da crise, e menos ainda o levíssimo gemido que a mulher não foi capaz de reprimir. Apenas um minuto, ou nem tanto, repousou José sobre o corpo de Maria. Enquanto ela puxava para baixo a túnica e se cobria com o lençol, tapando depois a cara com o antebraço, ele, de pé no meio da casa, de mãos levantadas, olhando o tecto, pronunciou aquela sobre todas terrível bençãao, Louvado sejas tu, Senhor, nosso Deus, rei do universo, por não me teres feito mulher. Ora, a estas alturas, Deus já nem no pátio devia estar, pois não tremeram as paredes da casa, não desabaram, nem a terra se abriu. Apenas, pela primeira vez, se ouviu Maria, e humildemente dizia, como de mulheres se espera que seja sempre a voz, Louvado sejas tu, Senhor, que me fizeste conforme a tua vontade, ora, entrer estas palavras e as outras, conhecidas e aclamadas, não há diferença nenhuma, repare-se, Eis a escrava do Senhor, faça-se em mim segundo a tua palavra, está patente que quem disse isto podia, afinal, ter dito aquilo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;[...]  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Teria sido assim na idade de ouro, quando o lobo, para não ter de matar o cordeiro, se alimentava de ervas bravas, mas esta idade é dura e de ferro, o tempo dos milagres, ou já passou, ou ainda está para chegar, além disso, milagre, milagre mesmo, por mais que nos digam, não é boa coisa, se é preciso torcer a lógica e a razão própria das coisas para torná-las melhores.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;[...] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Deixando-a correr para o chão [a semente], como fizera o infeliz Onan, castigado pelo Senhor por não querer fazer filhos na Viúva de seu irmão, era certo e garantido que a mulher não engravidaria, mas quantas e quantas ocasiões, como dizia o outro, vai a fonte ao cântaro, e o resultado três vezes nove vinte e sete. Está provado, pois, que foi Deus quem pôs Isaac na escassa linfa que Abraão ainda estava capaz de produzir, e o empurrou para dentro do ventre de Sara, que já nem regras tinha. Vista a questão deste ângulo, digamos, teogenético, pode-se concluir, sem abusar da lógica que a tudo deve presidir neste mundo e nos outros, que o mesmo Deus era quem com tanta assiduidade incitava e estimulava José a frequentar Maria, por essa maneira o tornando em seu instrumento para apagar, por compensação numérica, os remorsos que andava sentindo desde que premitira, ou quisera, sem se dar ao trabalho de pensar nas consequências, a morte dos inocentes meninos de Belém. Mas o mais curioso, e que mostra quanto os desígnios do Senhor, além de obviamente inescrutáveis, são também disconcertantes, é que José, ainda que de um modo difuso, que mal lhe passava ao nível da consciência, supunha agir por conta própria e, acredite quem puder, com a mesma tenção de Deus, isto é, restituir ao mundo, por um afincado esforço  de procriação, se não, em sentido literal, as crianças mortas, tal qual tinham sido, ao menos a contagem certa, de maneira a não se encontrar diferença no próximo recenseamento. O remorso de Deus e o remors o de José eram um só remorso, e se naqueles tempos já se dizia, Deus não dorme, hoje estamos em boas condições de saber porquê, Não dorme porque cometeu uma falta que nem a homem é perdoável. A cada filho que José ia fazendo, Deus levantava um pouco mais a cabeça, mas nunca virá a levantá-la por completo, porque as crianças que morreram em Belém foram vinte e cinco e José não viverá anos suficientes para gerar tão grande quantidade de filhos numa só mulher, nem Maria, já tao cansada, já de alma e corpo tão dorida, poderia suportar tanto. O pátio e a casa do carpinteiro estavam cheios de crianças e era como se estivessem vazios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O Evangelho Segundo Jesus Cristo, José Saramago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5492828-7699545836780124813?l=ioctl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ioctl.blogspot.com/feeds/7699545836780124813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5492828&amp;postID=7699545836780124813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492828/posts/default/7699545836780124813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492828/posts/default/7699545836780124813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ioctl.blogspot.com/2010/06/deus-que-esta-em-toda-parte-estava-ali.html' title=''/><author><name>w'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08347851437068777009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://paulo.parafuso.net/paulolhoculos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492828.post-5077673032549211718</id><published>2010-02-09T20:56:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:09:34.031Z</updated><title type='text'>BASH CGI PARAMETER PARSING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Fiz um parser de parametros CGI para bash:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;parse_cgi_params(){&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      # Validate CGI query format&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      PARAMSTR=$1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      export CGI_PARAM_STR=$PARAMSTR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      while ! [ -z $PARAMSTR ]; do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;            [[ $PARAMSTR =~ "^&amp;amp;?([0-9a-zA-Z_]+)=?([0-9a-zA-Z._]*)" ]]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;            PAIR=${BASH_REMATCH[0]}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;            KEY=${BASH_REMATCH[1]}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;            VALUE=${BASH_REMATCH[2]}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;            PLENGTH=${#PAIR}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;            PARAMSTR=${PARAMSTR:$PLENGTH}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;            [ -z $PAIR ] &amp;amp;&amp;amp; PARAMSTR=""&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;            export CGI_PARAM_${KEY}="$VALUE"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O resultado fica em variáveis da forma CGI_PARAM_&amp;lt;chave&amp;gt;=&amp;lt;valor&amp;gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguma vulnerabilidade óbvia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5492828-5077673032549211718?l=ioctl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ioctl.blogspot.com/feeds/5077673032549211718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5492828&amp;postID=5077673032549211718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492828/posts/default/5077673032549211718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492828/posts/default/5077673032549211718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ioctl.blogspot.com/2010/02/bash-cgi-parameter-parsing.html' title='BASH CGI PARAMETER PARSING'/><author><name>w'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08347851437068777009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://paulo.parafuso.net/paulolhoculos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492828.post-2930740441551673836</id><published>2010-02-05T00:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-05T00:02:16.058Z</updated><title type='text'>Ana conta a sua história</title><content type='html'>Ana: Não acha os nomes Gualter e Berta bonitos? Pensar que os meus pais tinham nomes bonitos alivia-me muito. Quando imagino que o meu pai, oh... podia ter-se chamado Godofredo... Até sinto um arrepio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marília: Eu nao acho tao importante o Nome de uma pessoa. Para mim só conta o seu bom comportamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana: Hmmm, não estou assim tão certa. Tomemos por exemplo uma Rosa. Uma Rosa é muito bonita e cheira muito bem, e o seu nome é extraordinariamente belo. É difícil até de imaginar - acho que não se poderia apreciar tão bem o seu aspecto e o cheiro se ela se chamasse cheirete. Se o nome do meu pai fosse Godofredo, certamente não estaria em posição de o apreciar como ele merecia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ana dos Cabelos Ruivos, episódio 4 - Ana conta a sua história)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5492828-2930740441551673836?l=ioctl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ioctl.blogspot.com/feeds/2930740441551673836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5492828&amp;postID=2930740441551673836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492828/posts/default/2930740441551673836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492828/posts/default/2930740441551673836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ioctl.blogspot.com/2010/02/ana-conta-sua-historia.html' title='Ana conta a sua história'/><author><name>w'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08347851437068777009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://paulo.parafuso.net/paulolhoculos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492828.post-6651796847312668157</id><published>2010-01-18T21:28:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:32:57.705Z</updated><title type='text'>Conversa no carro #2:</title><content type='html'>- Sabes aquele carro à frente de luzes vermelhas? Lá dentro vai um príncipe que é meu namorado. Anda depressa, vamos apanhar para eu beijar-lo!&lt;br /&gt;(umas centenas de metros à frente)&lt;br /&gt;- Ah, que pena Joana, não tinha príncipe, tinha só esta senhora.&lt;br /&gt;- Ó Pai, mas de fingir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5492828-6651796847312668157?l=ioctl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ioctl.blogspot.com/feeds/6651796847312668157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5492828&amp;postID=6651796847312668157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492828/posts/default/6651796847312668157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492828/posts/default/6651796847312668157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ioctl.blogspot.com/2010/01/conversa-no-carro-2-sabes-aquele-carro.html' title='Conversa no carro #2:'/><author><name>w'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08347851437068777009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://paulo.parafuso.net/paulolhoculos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492828.post-1207448840272952183</id><published>2010-01-13T23:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:55:48.156Z</updated><title type='text'>Conversa no carro #1</title><content type='html'>- Pai! Sabes, hoje na rua vimos um senhor que não tinha pés. Estava sentado no chão.&lt;br /&gt;- Não tinha pés? &lt;br /&gt;- Não, só tinha uns pés redondos. Mas era a sério! Era um que falava. &lt;br /&gt;- Falava? E dizia o quê? &lt;br /&gt;- Pedia ajuda.&lt;br /&gt;- Que ajuda é que ele queria? &lt;br /&gt;- Nós podíamos ajuda-lo a levantar. Ele podia andar com os dedos, ou com os pés redondos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5492828-1207448840272952183?l=ioctl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ioctl.blogspot.com/feeds/1207448840272952183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5492828&amp;postID=1207448840272952183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492828/posts/default/1207448840272952183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492828/posts/default/1207448840272952183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ioctl.blogspot.com/2010/01/conversa-no-carro-1.html' title='Conversa no carro 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Kagar'/><author><name>w'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08347851437068777009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://paulo.parafuso.net/paulolhoculos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC2p1sgbK6o/S0Ul_BPpU6I/AAAAAAAACRU/lFWBqjceI_E/s72-c/image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492828.post-7609245592166728210</id><published>2009-12-12T14:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-12T14:20:00.700Z</updated><title type='text'>A Ordem Natural das Coisas - António Lobo Antunes</title><content type='html'>Vinte e cinco de Agosto, signo Virgem, mas aonde mercúrio e que planetas?, a dor sobre outra dor e outra dor como os prédios de Benfica que nos beberam a vida e o passado, não quero visitas nem comprimidos, nem comer, o meu avô tombado na secretária, os revólveres no soalho, um espirro de mil gotas no papel, Faça força, prédios sobre as cegonhas, sobre as palmeiras, sobre o horizonte de Monsanto, e o meu pai Filha filhinha filha faça força, Não quero mais soro pai, não quero mais cobalto, não quero melhor cara, não quero estar mais gorda, Tu não querias viver e eu obriguei-te, querias ficar em mim mandei-te embora, e uma voz Já se vêm os cabelinhos, faça força, e de queixo no peito vi o sangue e a criança, de cabeça para baixo, oleosa e escorregadia e suja de mim e dela e enrugada, ligada a mim por uma trança, Filhinha, disse o meu pai, filha, filhinha, e a minha irmã ao telefone Não desligues ainda, tenho medo, e a minha irmã de Argel Para quê tanto sofrimento, Santo Deus?, e levaram-me para o quarto numa cama de rodas que chiava, e trouxeram-te lavada e vestida e de cabelo preto, de pálpebras tumefactas como amêijoas, e era de tarde e iria em breve escurecer e pedi que te deixassem no meu colo, acenderam a luz da cabeceira, ergueram-me da cama com a manivela da grafonola do sótão e uma ópera ou um tango ou uma valsa começou a tocar, e achei-te em paz e quieta e não choravas, o odor de uma macieira lá fora devolveu-me à memória o agridoce denso suave leve aroma do caramanchção, das tílias, das perpétuas, dos jacintos, nas manhãs de primavera do jardim, iluminando o corredor da casa, arrumei melhor a criança, que dormia ou se habituava ao mundo, nos meus braços, puxei-a para mim, filha filhinha, filha, o meu avô inerte, a manta a deslizar-lhe dos joelhos, e eu Quanto tempo? e o meu sobrinho Muito tempo, tia, muito tempo, paramos as injecções, paramos o soro, paramos o cobalto, e o cabelo outra vez castanho e abundante e a crescer de novo, colocaram o jantar num tabuleiro cromado à minha frente, sopa de legumes, peixe, pêra cozida, um jarro de água calma, e a enfermeira, de touca, abriu a porta e eu pedi Não leve a menina que daqui a nada ela cresce e eu perco-a, daqui a nada cessa de ser minha e por tão 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antecipadamente&lt;br /&gt;Emotiva atitude de quem age friamente&lt;br /&gt;inalterável forma de se ser sempre diferente&lt;br /&gt;maneira mais complexa de viver mais simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;de ser-se o mesmo sempre e ser surpreendente&lt;br /&gt;de estar num sítio tanto mais se mais ausente&lt;br /&gt;e mais ausente estar se mais presente&lt;br /&gt;de mais perto se estar se mais distante&lt;br /&gt;de sentir mais o frio em tempo quente&lt;br /&gt;O modo mais saudável de se estar doente&lt;br /&gt;de se ser verdadeiro e revelar-se que se mente&lt;br /&gt;de mentir muito verdadeiramente&lt;br /&gt;de dizer a verdade falsamente&lt;br /&gt;de se mostrar profundo superficialmente&lt;br /&gt;de ser-se o mais real sendo aparente&lt;br /&gt;de menos agredir mais agressivamente&lt;br /&gt;de ser-se singular se mais corrente&lt;br /&gt;e mais contraditório quanto mais coerente&lt;br /&gt;A via enviesada para ir-se em frente&lt;br /&gt;a treda actuação de quem actua lealmente&lt;br /&gt;e é tão impassível como comovente&lt;br /&gt;O modo mais precário de ser mais permanente&lt;br /&gt;de tentar tanto mais quanto menos se tente&lt;br /&gt;de ser pacífico e ao mesmo tempo combatente&lt;br /&gt;de estar mais no passado se mais no presente&lt;br /&gt;de não se ter ninguém e ter em cada homem um parente&lt;br /&gt;de ser tão insensível como quem mais sente&lt;br /&gt;de melhor se curvar se altivamente&lt;br /&gt;de perder a cabeça mas serenamente&lt;br /&gt;de tudo perdoar e todos justiçar dente por dente&lt;br /&gt;de tanto desistir e de ser tão constante&lt;br /&gt;de articular melhor sendo menos fluente&lt;br /&gt;e fazer maior mal quando se está mais inocente&lt;br /&gt;É sob aspecto frágil revelar-se resistente&lt;br /&gt;é para interessar-se ser indiferente&lt;br /&gt;Quando helena recusa é que consente&lt;br /&gt;se tão pouco perdoa é por ser indulgente&lt;br /&gt;baixa os olhos se quer ser insolente&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém é tão inconscientemente consciente&lt;br /&gt;tão 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criaturas o são, pois ignoram a morte; o divino, o terrível, o incompreensível é saber-se imortal. Tenho notado que, apesar das religiões, essa convicção é raríssima. Israelitas, cristãos e muçulmanos crêem na imortalidade, mas a veneração que tributam ao primeiro século prova que só crêem nele, já que destinam todos os demais, em número infinito, a premiá-lo ou a castigá-lo. Mais razoável me parece a roda de certas religiões do Indostão; nessa roda, que não tem princípio nem fim, cada vida é efeito da anterior e engendra a seguinte, mas nenhuma determina o conjunto... Doutrinada num exercício de séculos, a república de homens imortais atingira a perfeição da tolerância e quase do desdém. Sabia que num prazo infinito todas as coisas ocorrem a todos os homens. Por suas passadas ou futuras virtudes, todo o homem é credor de toda a bondade, mas também de toda a traição, pelas suas infâmias do passado ou do futuro. Assim como nos jogos de azar os números pares e os números ímpares tendem ao equilíbrio, assim também se anulam e se corrigem o talento e a estupidez, e é possível que o rústico poema do Cid seja o contrapeso exigido por um só epíteto das Éclogas ou por uma senteça de Heraclito. O pensamento mais fugaz obedece a um desenho invisível e pode coroar, ou inaugurar, uma forma secreta. Sei dos que praticavam o mal para que nos séculos futuros resultasse o bam, ou tivesse resultado nos já pasados... Encarados assim, todos os nossos actos são justos, mas também são indiferentes. Não há méritos morais ou intelectuais. Homero escreveu a odisseia; dado um prazo infinito, com infinitas circunstâncias ou mudanças, o impossível seria não escrever, sequer uma vez, a Odisseia. Ninguém é alguém, um só homem imortal é todos os homens. Como Cornélio Agripa, sou deus, sou herói, sou filósofo, sou demónio e sou mundo, o que é uma fatigante maneira de dizer que não sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"O Imortal" - Jorge Luís Borges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5492828-110870151535084166?l=ioctl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ioctl.blogspot.com/feeds/110870151535084166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5492828&amp;postID=110870151535084166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492828/posts/default/110870151535084166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492828/posts/default/110870151535084166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ioctl.blogspot.com/2005/02/o-imortal.html' title='O imortal'/><author><name>w'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08347851437068777009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://paulo.parafuso.net/paulolhoculos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492828.post-110360511558462550</id><published>2004-12-21T04:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-21T04:58:35.583Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The movies we like, the ones we feel special about, have seen our enthusiasm in a large parte of everyone else that has seen it (tens, hundreds, millions). Same with books, music, love. If our lives have been lived before, if everything has happened allready, how does it end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5492828-110360511558462550?l=ioctl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ioctl.blogspot.com/feeds/110360511558462550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5492828&amp;postID=110360511558462550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492828/posts/default/110360511558462550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492828/posts/default/110360511558462550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ioctl.blogspot.com/2004/12/movies-we-like-ones-we-feel-special.html' title=''/><author><name>w'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08347851437068777009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://paulo.parafuso.net/paulolhoculos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492828.post-106109265476727325</id><published>2003-08-17T04:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T17:05:53.782+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;SYNOPSIS&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;b&gt;#include&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&amp;lt;sys/ioctl.h&amp;gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;b&gt;int&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;ioctl(int&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;d&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;,&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;int&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;request&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;,&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;...)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;DESCRIPTION&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       The  &lt;b&gt;ioctl&lt;/b&gt;  function  manipulates  the  underlying  device&lt;br /&gt;       parameters  of special files.  In particular, many operat­&lt;br /&gt;       ing characteristics of character special files (e.g.  ter­&lt;br /&gt;       minals)  may be controlled with &lt;b&gt;ioctl&lt;/b&gt; requests.  The argu­&lt;br /&gt;       ment &lt;i&gt;d&lt;/i&gt; must be an open file descriptor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       An ioctl &lt;i&gt;request&lt;/i&gt; has encoded in it whether the argument is&lt;br /&gt;       an  &lt;i&gt;in&lt;/i&gt;  parameter  or  &lt;i&gt;out&lt;/i&gt;  parameter, and the size of the&lt;br /&gt;       argument &lt;i&gt;argp&lt;/i&gt; in bytes.  Macros and defines used in speci­&lt;br /&gt;       fying   an   ioctl   &lt;i&gt;request&lt;/i&gt;   are  located  in  the  file&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;i&gt;&amp;lt;sys/ioctl.h&amp;gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;RETURN VALUE&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Usually, on success zero is returned.  A  few  ioctls  use&lt;br /&gt;       the  return value as an output parameter and return a non­&lt;br /&gt;       negative value on success.  On error, -1 is returned,  and&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;i&gt;errno&lt;/i&gt; is set appropriately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;ERRORS&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;b&gt;EBADF&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;i&gt;d&lt;/i&gt; is not a valid descriptor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;b&gt;EFAULT&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;argp&lt;/i&gt; references an inaccessible memory area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;b&gt;ENOTTY&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;d&lt;/i&gt;  is  not  associated  with  a  character  special&lt;br /&gt;              device.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;b&gt;ENOTTY&lt;/b&gt; The specified request does not apply to the kind of&lt;br /&gt;              object that the descriptor &lt;i&gt;d&lt;/i&gt; references.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;b&gt;EINVAL&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Request&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;argp&lt;/i&gt; is not valid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;CONFORMING TO&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       No  single standard.  Arguments, returns, and semantics of&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;b&gt;ioctl(2)&lt;/b&gt; vary according to the device driver  in  question&lt;br /&gt;       (the call is used as a catch-all for operations that don't&lt;br /&gt;       cleanly fit the Unix stream I/O model). See  &lt;b&gt;ioctl_list(2)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       for  a  list  of many of the known &lt;b&gt;ioctl&lt;/b&gt; calls.  The &lt;b&gt;ioctl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       function call appeared in Version 7 AT&amp;amp;T Unix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5492828-106109265476727325?l=ioctl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ioctl.blogspot.com/feeds/106109265476727325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5492828&amp;postID=106109265476727325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492828/posts/default/106109265476727325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492828/posts/default/106109265476727325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ioctl.blogspot.com/2003/08/synopsis-include-int-ioctlint-d-int.html' title=''/><author><name>w'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08347851437068777009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://paulo.parafuso.net/paulolhoculos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
