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[IME - 2014/2015 - 1a fase] A figura acima apresenta um pndulo simples constitudo por um corpo de massa 4g e carga +50 Ce um fio inextensvel de 1m. Esse sistema se encontra sob a ao de um campo eltrico E de 128 kN/C, indicado na figura. Considerando que o pndulo oscile com amplitude pequena e que o campo gravitacional seja desprezvel, o perodo de oscilao, em segundos,

(IME - 2014/2015 - 2FASE) Text 2 Whats in a name? Henry Louis Gates Jr. (1989) The question of color takes up much space in these pages, but the question of color, especially in this country, operates to hide the graver questions of the self. - James Baldwin, 1961 blood, darky, Tar baby, Kaffir, shine moor, blackamoor, Jim Crow, spook quadroon, meriney, red bone, high yellow Mammy, porch monkey, home, homeboy, George spearchucker, Leroy, Smokeymouli, buck, Ethiopian, brother, sistah - Trey Ellis, 1989 I had forgotten the incident completely, until I read Trey Ellis essay, Remember My Name, in a recent issue of the Village Voice (June 13, 1989). But there, in the middle of an extended italicized list of the bynames of the race (the race or our people being the terms my parents used in polite or reverential discourse, jigaboo or nigger more commonly used in anger, jest, or pure disgust), it was: George. Now the events of that very brief exchange return to my mind so vividly that I wonder why I had forgotten it. My father and I were walking home at dusk from his second job. He moonlighted as a janitor in the evenings for the telephone company. Every day, but Saturday, he would come home at 3:30 from his regular job at the paper Mill, wash up, eat supper, then at 4:30 head downtown to his second job. He used to make jokes frequently about a union official who moonlighted. I never got the joke, but he and his friends thought it was hilarious. All I knew was that my family always ate well, that my brother and I had new clothes to wear, and that all of the white people in Piedmont, West Virginia, treated my parents with an odd mixture of resentment and respect that even we understood at the time had something directly to do with a small but certain measure of financial security. He had left a little early that evening because I was with him and I had to be in bed early. I could not have been more than five or six, and we had stopped off at the Cut-Rate Drug Store (where no black person in town but my father could sit down to eat, and eat off real plates with real silverware) so that I could buy some caramel ice cream, two scoops in a wafer cone, please, which I was busy licking when Mr. Wilson walked by. Mr. Wilson was a very quiet man, whose stony, brooding, silent manner seemed designed to scare off any overtures of friendship, even from white people. He was Irish as was one-third of our village (another third being Italian), the more affluent among whom sent their children to Catholic School across the bridge in Maryland. He had white straight hair, like my Uncle Joe, whom he uncannily resembled, and he carried a black worn metal lunch pail, the kind that Riley carried on the television show. My father always spoke to him, and for reasons that we never did understand, he always spoke to my father. Hello, Mr. Wilson, I heard my father say. Hello, George. I stopped licking my ice cream cone, and asked my Dad in a loud voice why Mr. Wilson had called him George. Doesnt he know your name, Daddy? Why dont you tell him your name? Your name isnt George. For a moment I tried to think of who Mr. Wilson was mixing Pop up with. But we didnt have any Georges among the colored people in Piedmont; nor were there colored Georges living in the neighboring towns and working at the Mill. Tell him your name, Daddy. He knows my name, boy, my father said after a long pause. He calls all colored people George. In text 2, Whats in a name?, we can infer that the narrator is

[IME - 2014/2015 - 1a fase] Uma partcula eletricamente carregada est presa a um carrinho que se movecom velocidade de mdulo constante por uma trajetria no plano XY definida pela parbola Sabe-se que, em XY, um campo magntico uniforme paralelo ao vetor (3B, B) provoca forasobre a partcula. O ponto onde a partcula submetida ao maior mdulo de fora magntica

(IME - 2014/2015 - 2FASE) The expression He moonlighted in the sentence He moonlighted as a janitor in the evenings for the telephone company. is closest in meaning to which of the following?

[IME - 2014/2015 - 1a fase] Duas fontes puntiformes idnticas esto localizadas nos pontos A e B. As fontes emitem ondas coerentes e em fase entre si. Se a distncia d entre as fontes igual a um mltiplo inteiro positivo N do comprimento de onda, o nmero de mximos de interferncia que podem ser observados no eixo x direita do ponto B :

(IME - 2014/2015 - 2FASE) Text 2 Whats in a name? Henry Louis Gates Jr. (1989) The question of color takes up much space in these pages, but the question of color, especially in this country, operates to hide the graver questions of the self. - James Baldwin, 1961 blood, darky, Tar baby, Kaffir, shine moor, blackamoor, Jim Crow, spook quadroon, meriney, red bone, high yellow Mammy, porch monkey, home, homeboy, George spearchucker, Leroy, Smokeymouli, buck, Ethiopian, brother, sistah - Trey Ellis, 1989 I had forgotten the incident completely, until I read Trey Ellis essay, Remember My Name, in a recent issue of the Village Voice (June 13, 1989). But there, in the middle of an extended italicized list of the bynames of the race (the race or our people being the terms my parents used in polite or reverential discourse, jigaboo or nigger more commonly used in anger, jest, or pure disgust), it was: George. Now the events of that very brief exchange return to my mind so vividly that I wonder why I had forgotten it. My father and I were walking home at dusk from his second job. He moonlighted as a janitor in the evenings for the telephone company. Every day, but Saturday, he would come home at 3:30 from his regular job at the paper Mill, wash up, eat supper, then at 4:30 head downtown to his second job. He used to make jokes frequently about a union official who moonlighted. I never got the joke, but he and his friends thought it was hilarious. All I knew was that my family always ate well, that my brother and I had new clothes to wear, and that all of the white people in Piedmont, West Virginia, treated my parents with an odd mixture of resentment and respect that even we understood at the time had something directly to do with a small but certain measure of financial security. He had left a little early that evening because I was with him and I had to be in bed early. I could not have been more than five or six, and we had stopped off at the Cut-Rate Drug Store (where no black person in town but my father could sit down to eat, and eat off real plates with real silverware) so that I could buy some caramel ice cream, two scoops in a wafer cone, please, which I was busy licking when Mr. Wilson walked by. Mr. Wilson was a very quiet man, whose stony, brooding, silent manner seemed designed to scare off any overtures of friendship, even from white people. He was Irish as was one-third of our village (another third being Italian), the more affluent among whom sent their children to Catholic School across the bridge in Maryland. He had white straight hair, like my Uncle Joe, whom he uncannily resembled, and he carried a black worn metal lunch pail, the kind that Riley carried on the television show. My father always spoke to him, and for reasons that we never did understand, he always spoke to my father. Hello, Mr. Wilson, I heard my father say. Hello, George. I stopped licking my ice cream cone, and asked my Dad in a loud voice why Mr. Wilson had called him George. Doesnt he know your name, Daddy? Why dont you tell him your name? Your name isnt George. For a moment I tried to think of who Mr. Wilson was mixing Pop up with. But we didnt have any Georges among the colored people in Piedmont; nor were there colored Georges living in the neighboring towns and working at the Mill. Tell him your name, Daddy. He knows my name, boy, my father said after a long pause. He calls all colored people George. Which of the following conclusions can be drawn from text 2?

[IME - 2014/2015 - 1a fase] Um varal de roupas constitudo por um fio de comprimento 10,0 m e massa 2,5 kg, suspenso nas extremidades por duas hastes uniformes de 200 N de peso, com articulao nas bases, inclinadas de 45 em relao s bases e de iguais comprimentos. Um vento forte faz com que o fio vibre com pequena amplitude em seu quinto harmnico, sem alterar a posio das hastes. A frequncia, em Hz, neste fio Observao: a vibrao no fio no provoca vibrao nas hastes.

(IME - 2014/2015 - 2FASE) Text 2 Whats in a name? Henry Louis Gates Jr. (1989) The question of color takes up much space in these pages, but the question of color, especially in this country, operates to hide the graver questions of the self. - James Baldwin, 1961 blood, darky, Tar baby, Kaffir, shine moor, blackamoor, Jim Crow, spook quadroon, meriney, red bone, high yellow Mammy, porch monkey, home, homeboy, George spearchucker, Leroy, Smokeymouli, buck, Ethiopian, brother, sistah - Trey Ellis, 1989 I had forgotten the incident completely, until I read Trey Ellis essay, Remember My Name, in a recent issue of the Village Voice (June 13, 1989). But there, in the middle of an extended italicized list of the bynames of the race (the race or our people being the terms my parents used in polite or reverential discourse, jigaboo or nigger more commonly used in anger, jest, or pure disgust), it was: George. Now the events of that very brief exchange return to my mind so vividly that I wonder why I had forgotten it. My father and I were walking home at dusk from his second job. He moonlighted as a janitor in the evenings for the telephone company. Every day, but Saturday, he would come home at 3:30 from his regular job at the paper Mill, wash up, eat supper, then at 4:30 head downtown to his second job. He used to make jokes frequently about a union official who moonlighted. I never got the joke, but he and his friends thought it was hilarious. All I knew was that my family always ate well, that my brother and I had new clothes to wear, and that all of the white people in Piedmont, West Virginia, treated my parents with an odd mixture of resentment and respect that even we understood at the time had something directly to do with a small but certain measure of financial security. He had left a little early that evening because I was with him and I had to be in bed early. I could not have been more than five or six, and we had stopped off at the Cut-Rate Drug Store (where no black person in town but my father could sit down to eat, and eat off real plates with real silverware) so that I could buy some caramel ice cream, two scoops in a wafer cone, please, which I was busy licking when Mr. Wilson walked by. Mr. Wilson was a very quiet man, whose stony, brooding, silent manner seemed designed to scare off any overtures of friendship, even from white people. He was Irish as was one-third of our village (another third being Italian), the more affluent among whom sent their children to Catholic School across the bridge in Maryland. He had white straight hair, like my Uncle Joe, whom he uncannily resembled, and he carried a black worn metal lunch pail, the kind that Riley carried on the television show. My father always spoke to him, and for reasons that we never did understand, he always spoke to my father. Hello, Mr. Wilson, I heard my father say. Hello, George. I stopped licking my ice cream cone, and asked my Dad in a loud voice why Mr. Wilson had called him George. Doesnt he know your name, Daddy? Why dont you tell him your name? Your name isnt George. For a moment I tried to think of who Mr. Wilson was mixing Pop up with. But we didnt have any Georges among the colored people in Piedmont; nor were there colored Georges living in the neighboring towns and working at the Mill. Tell him your name, Daddy. He knows my name, boy, my father said after a long pause. He calls all colored people George. According to Gates description in text 2, we can say that Mr Wilson was

(IME - 2014/2015 - 2FASE) Text 1 Luis Surez joins anti-racism calls after Dani Alves banana incident The Barcelona defender Dani Alves has sparked a social media campaign against racism in football as support flooded in from fellow professionals for his decision to eat a banana thrown at him by an opposition fan. Luis Surez, Neymar, Hulk, Mario Balotelli and Sergio Agero were among those who posted pictures of themselves taking bites out of bananas in tribute to Alves actions in his sides La Liga match at Villarreal on Sunday. The Fifa president Joseph Blatter has branded the abuse directed at Alves an outrage and promised zero tolerance towards discrimination at the World Cup, while Villarreal took swift action by identifying the culprit and handing him a lifetime stadium ban. Alves response to the banana being thrown on to the pitch in front of him as he prepared to take a corner was to nonchalantly pick it up, peel it and take a bite before continuing with the game. The 30-yearold, who has been the victim of racist abuse before during his time in La Liga, said: You need to take these situations with a dose of humour. Players across Europe paid homage on Twitter and Instagram, including Surez, who served an eight-match ban for racially abusing Patrice Evra. Alvess Bara and Brazil team-mate Neymar led the way after posting a picture on Instagram of himself holding a banana, while writing We are all monkeys. Balotelli, Milans former Manchester City striker, posted a picture of himself in a similar pose. Surez posted a picture on Twitter of himself and Liverpool team-mate Philippe Coutinho taking bites out of bananas, along with the words: #SayNoToRacism #WeAreAllMonkeys. (...) Bara gave their player their complete support and solidarity and thanked Villarreal for their immediate condemnation of the incident. Villarreal later revealed they had, with the help of fans, found out who the culprit was, had withdrawn his season ticket and banned him from the El Madrigal stadium for life. Disponvel em: http://www.theguardian.com/football/2014/apr/29/luis-suarez-anti-racism-dani-alvesbanana. Acesso em 29 abr.2014 (texto adaptado) Text 2 Whats in a name? Henry Louis Gates Jr. (1989) The question of color takes up much space in these pages, but the question of color, especially in this country, operates to hide the graver questions of the self. - James Baldwin, 1961 blood, darky, Tar baby, Kaffir, shine moor, blackamoor, Jim Crow, spook quadroon, meriney, red bone, high yellow Mammy, porch monkey, home, homeboy, George spearchucker, Leroy, Smokeymouli, buck, Ethiopian, brother, sistah - Trey Ellis, 1989 I had forgotten the incident completely, until I read Trey Ellis essay, Remember My Name, in a recent issue of the Village Voice (June 13, 1989). But there, in the middle of an extended italicized list of the bynames of the race (the race or our people being the terms my parents used in polite or reverential discourse, jigaboo or nigger more commonly used in anger, jest, or pure disgust), it was: George. Now the events of that very brief exchange return to my mind so vividly that I wonder why I had forgotten it. My father and I were walking home at dusk from his second job. He moonlighted as a janitor in the evenings for the telephone company. Every day, but Saturday, he would come home at 3:30 from his regular job at the paper Mill, wash up, eat supper, then at 4:30 head downtown to his second job. He used to make jokes frequently about a union official who moonlighted. I never got the joke, but he and his friends thought it was hilarious. All I knew was that my family always ate well, that my brother and I had new clothes to wear, and that all of the white people in Piedmont, West Virginia, treated my parents with an odd mixture of resentment and respect that even we understood at the time had something directly to do with a small but certain measure of financial security. He had left a little early that evening because I was with him and I had to be in bed early. I could not have been more than five or six, and we had stopped off at the Cut-Rate Drug Store (where no black person in town but my father could sit down to eat, and eat off real plates with real silverware) so that I could buy some caramel ice cream, two scoops in a wafer cone, please, which I was busy licking when Mr. Wilson walked by. Mr. Wilson was a very quiet man, whose stony, brooding, silent manner seemed designed to scare off any overtures of friendship, even from white people. He was Irish as was one-third of our village (another third being Italian), the more affluent among whom sent their children to Catholic School across the bridge in Maryland. He had white straight hair, like my Uncle Joe, whom he uncannily resembled, and he carried a black worn metal lunch pail, the kind that Riley carried on the television show. My father always spoke to him, and for reasons that we never did understand, he always spoke to my father. Hello, Mr. Wilson, I heard my father say. Hello, George. I stopped licking my ice cream cone, and asked my Dad in a loud voice why Mr. Wilson had called him George. Doesnt he know your name, Daddy? Why dont you tell him your name? Your name isnt George. For a moment I tried to think of who Mr. Wilson was mixing Pop up with. But we didnt have any Georges among the colored people in Piedmont; nor were there colored Georges living in the neighboring towns and working at the Mill. Tell him your name, Daddy. He knows my name, boy, my father said after a long pause. He calls all colored people George. By comparing text 1 to text 2, we can affirm that

(IME - 2014/2015 - 1a fase] A figura acima mostra um conjunto massa-mola conectado a uma roldana por meio de um cabo. Na extremidade do cabo h um recipiente na forma de um tronco de cone de 10 cm x 20 cm x 30 cm de dimenses (dimetro da base superior x dimetro da base inferior x altura) e com peso desprezvel. O cabo inextensvel e tambm tem peso desprezvel. No h atrito entre o cabo e a roldana. No estado inicial, o carro encontra-se em uma posio tal que o alongamento na mola nulo e o cabo no se encontra tracionado. A partir de um instante, o recipiente comea a ser completado lentamente com um fluido com massa especfica de 3000 kg/. Sabendo que o coeficiente de rigidez da mola 3300 N/m e a acelerao da gravidade 10 m/, o alongamento da mola no instante em que o recipiente se encontrar totalmente cheio, em cm, igual a

(IME - 2014/2015 - 2FASE) Escolha a alternativa que complete a sentena CORRETAMENTE. During the Second World War, approximately 6 million european jews __________ mass murdered in concentration camps and forced labour.

[IME - 2014/2015 - 1a fase] A figura acima mostra um sistema posicionado no vcuo formado por um recipiente contendo um gs ideal de massa molecular e calor especfico em duas situaes distintas. Esse recipiente fechado por um mbolo preso a uma mola de constante elstica , ambos de massa desprezvel. Inicialmente (Situao 1), o sistema encontra-se em uma temperatura , o mbolo est a uma altura em relao base do recipiente e a mola comprimida de em relao ao seu comprimento relaxado. Se uma quantidade de calor for fornecida ao gs (Situao 2), fazendo com que o mbolo se desloque para uma altura e a mola passe a estar comprimida de , a grandeza que varia linearmente com

(IME - 2014/2015 - 2FASE) Escolha a alternativa que complete a sentena CORRETAMENTE. _______________ the legislation promising them a fair share of opportunity, Dalits (lower caste) Hindus continue to form among the poorest sections of indian society.

[IME - 2014/2015 - 1a fase] A figura acima representa uma lmina de espessura e densidade constantes na forma de um semicrculo de raio . A lmina est suspensa por um fio no ponto e o seu centro de massa est a uma distncia deda reta que contm o segmento . Uma das metades da lmina retirada aps um corte feito ao longo do segmento . Para a metade que permanece suspensa pelo ponto nessa nova situao de equilbrio, a tangente do ngulo que a direo do segmento de reta passa a fazer com a vertical

(IME - 2014/2015 - 2FASE) Escolha a alternativa que complete a sentena CORRETAMENTE. I have a dream that one day, on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners _________________ sit down together at the table of brotherhood. (Martin Luther King)