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term='mulholland dr'/><category term='mono'/><category term='roupa'/><category term='jornalistas'/><category term='hugo'/><category term='trabalho'/><category term='liberdade'/><category term='futuro'/><title type='text'>Uma Beca de Rebeca</title><subtitle type='html'>"&lt;b&gt;People who like this sort of thing will find this the sort of thing they like&lt;/b&gt;." Abraham Lincoln</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>373</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-1700414743403929856</id><published>2012-01-15T20:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-15T20:31:02.087Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><title type='text'>"Destination. Determination. Deliberation."</title><content type='html'>É o que há.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-1700414743403929856?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/1700414743403929856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2012/01/destination-determination-deliberation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/1700414743403929856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/1700414743403929856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2012/01/destination-determination-deliberation.html' title='&quot;Destination. Determination. Deliberation.&quot;'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-729778922138063206</id><published>2012-01-12T11:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-12T11:07:17.137Z</updated><title type='text'>AO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Terei todo o gosto em fornecer teses em como o controlo linguístico, como o acordo ortográfico, foram as bases da linguagem de &lt;/i&gt;newspeak&lt;i&gt; concebida por Orwell na novela 1984, como mais um modo de domínio linguístico-cultural e cognitivo."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tugaleaks.com/desperdicios-tecnologicos.html#commentbody-10767" target="_blank"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou quase chocada. Até eu que sou chata não consigo chegar a esse nível de teoria da conspiração no AO.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não nos tiraram as palavras, filhote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-729778922138063206?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/729778922138063206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2012/01/ao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/729778922138063206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/729778922138063206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2012/01/ao.html' title='AO.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-324455571761305453</id><published>2011-11-14T21:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-14T21:48:50.587Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jornalismo'/><title type='text'>É segunda.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Realmente é vergonhoso e nós, jornalistas, deveríamos divulgar mais vezes essas questões.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;De manhã ainda não chegaram, às 10h30 foram tomar café, ao meio-dia foram almoçar, às 15 ainda não voltaram do almoço porque saíram mais tarde e as 17h30 já saíram todos...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Entre esses intervalos costumam estar "em reunião" ou fora do local de trabalho "em serviço"."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pedrofernandoantunes"&gt;Pedro Antunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-324455571761305453?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/324455571761305453/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-segunda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/324455571761305453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/324455571761305453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-segunda.html' title='É segunda.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-5671904823395026610</id><published>2011-10-16T21:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T21:25:00.944+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideias'/><title type='text'>The Elusive Big Idea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;‎"In effect, we are living in an increasingly post-idea world — a world in which big, thought-provoking ideas that can’t instantly be monetized are of so little intrinsic value that fewer people are generating them and fewer outlets are disseminating them, the Internet notwithstanding. Bold ideas are almost passé.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We prefer knowing to thinking because knowing has more immediate value. It keeps us in the loop, keeps us connected to our friends and our cohort. Ideas are too airy, too impractical, too much work for too little reward. Few talk ideas. Everyone talks information, usually personal information. Where are you going? What are you doing? Whom are you seeing? These are today’s big questions.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The implications of a society that no longer thinks big are enormous. Ideas aren’t just intellectual playthings. They have practical effects."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/08/14/opinion/sunday/the-elusive-big-idea.html?pagewanted=all"&gt;Aqui.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-5671904823395026610?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/5671904823395026610/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/10/elusive-big-idea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/5671904823395026610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/5671904823395026610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/10/elusive-big-idea.html' title='The Elusive Big Idea.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-4782009412348728376</id><published>2011-10-09T20:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T20:44:18.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheerful people.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Meredith: What do cheerful people say when something crappy happens and they make it sound like it wasn't crappy?&lt;br /&gt;Cristina: A blessing in disguise?&lt;br /&gt;Meredith: Yeah. Maybe that's what this is.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey's Anatomy ♥&lt;br /&gt;(Insultem-me à vontade. É lindo na mesma.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-4782009412348728376?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/4782009412348728376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/10/cheerful-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/4782009412348728376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/4782009412348728376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/10/cheerful-people.html' title='Cheerful people.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-9061518423566539439</id><published>2011-08-23T22:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T22:44:56.838+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post rock'/><title type='text'>É, vale a pena.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1rENnKECnfs" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-9061518423566539439?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/9061518423566539439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-vale-pena.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/9061518423566539439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/9061518423566539439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-vale-pena.html' title='É, vale a pena.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1rENnKECnfs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-5180078954915873756</id><published>2011-08-16T00:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T00:31:18.193+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>The Libertine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Mrs. Barry, you must acquire the trick of ignoring those who do not like  you. In my experience, those who do not like you fall into two  categories: The stupid and the envious. The stupid will like you in five  years time. The envious, never."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dito pelo Johnny Depp é ainda melhor. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-5180078954915873756?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/5180078954915873756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/08/libertine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/5180078954915873756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/5180078954915873756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/08/libertine.html' title='The Libertine.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-5542169470903484905</id><published>2011-08-12T14:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T14:45:27.156+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projecto de vida'/><title type='text'>De quando eu andava no secundário.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BDc-xcGfUh8/TkUt-FnzHCI/AAAAAAAAAi8/RayU0XPkY24/s1600/zits01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="130" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BDc-xcGfUh8/TkUt-FnzHCI/AAAAAAAAAi8/RayU0XPkY24/s400/zits01.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://issuu.com/alineflor/docs/magazine.esm"&gt;Aqui.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-5542169470903484905?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/5542169470903484905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/08/de-quando-eu-andava-no-secundario.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/5542169470903484905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/5542169470903484905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/08/de-quando-eu-andava-no-secundario.html' title='De quando eu andava no secundário.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BDc-xcGfUh8/TkUt-FnzHCI/AAAAAAAAAi8/RayU0XPkY24/s72-c/zits01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-5092681857755631639</id><published>2011-08-12T14:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T14:42:19.156+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pomplamoose'/><title type='text'>Pomplamoose, parte 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="257" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uBJLAFTlGKg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-5092681857755631639?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/5092681857755631639/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/08/pomplamoose-parte-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/5092681857755631639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/5092681857755631639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/08/pomplamoose-parte-2.html' title='Pomplamoose, parte 2.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uBJLAFTlGKg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-2657878199255187071</id><published>2011-08-09T23:39:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T16:36:06.684+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revolução'/><title type='text'>London's Burning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Tudo começou na passada noite de sábado para domingo, na sequência de  uma manifestação pacífica em Tottenham em protesto pela morte de Mark  Duggan, de 29 anos, baleado pela polícia. Na sequência desta  manifestação, os ânimos exaltaram-se e as violências e pilhagens  começaram a alastrar a outros bairros e cidades nesta que foi a terceira  noite de tumultos."&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.publico.pt/Mundo/cameron-faremos-tudo-o-que-for-necessario-para-restaurar-a-ordem_1506844"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meios não justificam os fins e em situações como esta há sempre oportunismo, mas aqui "complexidade" é um termo que tem que nos assistir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://vai-se.com/post/8640477640/londons-burning"&gt;VAI-SE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; tem qualquer coisa a dizer - só que, dois dias depois do Domingo, já não é tão verdade. Porque chegou a um ponto em que os imbecis tomaram o controle de algo que já perdeu a sua razão de ser - se é que alguma vez a teve para além das nossas mentes visionárias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-2657878199255187071?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/2657878199255187071/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/08/londons-burning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/2657878199255187071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/2657878199255187071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/08/londons-burning.html' title='London&apos;s Burning.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-2481046883252987537</id><published>2011-08-02T00:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T00:38:56.745+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='áfrica'/><title type='text'>Próxima paragem: Quénia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E9KjL9gIzg0/Tjc4IEk4ihI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OvHQI2mqM5w/s1600/happyface_chookooloonks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E9KjL9gIzg0/Tjc4IEk4ihI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OvHQI2mqM5w/s320/happyface_chookooloonks.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chookooloonks.com/"&gt;http://www.chookooloonks.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://one.org/us/actnow/moms/"&gt;http://one.org/us/actnow/moms/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-2481046883252987537?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/2481046883252987537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/08/proxima-paragem-quenia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/2481046883252987537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/2481046883252987537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/08/proxima-paragem-quenia.html' title='Próxima paragem: Quénia.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E9KjL9gIzg0/Tjc4IEk4ihI/AAAAAAAAAiw/OvHQI2mqM5w/s72-c/happyface_chookooloonks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-7290755032029734213</id><published>2011-08-01T22:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T22:51:29.366+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>"Que aqui o que é preciso não é gente, mas sim dinheiro".</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"não volto a nomear nem gabinete de Governo, que catano, só um bom ministro da Saúde, que é a única coisa que é precisa na vida, e, quando muito, outro com boa letra para o que for preciso escrever, e assim pode-se alugar os ministérios e os quartéis e fica-se com esse dinheiro para o serviço, que aqui o que é preciso não é gente, mas sim dinheiro"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel García Márquez, &lt;i&gt;O Outono do Patriarca&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-7290755032029734213?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/7290755032029734213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/08/que-aqui-o-que-e-preciso-nao-e-gente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/7290755032029734213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/7290755032029734213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/08/que-aqui-o-que-e-preciso-nao-e-gente.html' title='&quot;Que aqui o que é preciso não é gente, mas sim dinheiro&quot;.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-5034111897401950396</id><published>2011-07-28T22:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T22:40:49.532+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Semana 30.</title><content type='html'>"Não fiz listas. Mas estou à espera que 2011 seja muito bom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já passamos da metade. Já passaram 27 dias.&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei bem para que lado sonhar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-5034111897401950396?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/5034111897401950396/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/07/semana-30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/5034111897401950396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/5034111897401950396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/07/semana-30.html' title='Semana 30.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-5306653028696154821</id><published>2011-07-28T22:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T01:57:23.686+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='áfrica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ONE.org'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5261/5620107814_0ed38071d6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5261/5620107814_0ed38071d6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-5306653028696154821?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/5306653028696154821/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/5306653028696154821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/5306653028696154821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5261/5620107814_0ed38071d6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-222471656510768641</id><published>2011-07-11T13:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T22:47:01.948+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='áfrica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crise'/><title type='text'>"Fogo lento"</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"São um fogo lento", como escreveu o correspondente da BBC, Peter Greste. "Um cancro que cresceu devagar ao longo de duas décadas num lugar com que o resto do mundo não parece importar-se. Excepto quando os piratas impedem os seus navios de navegar em segurança."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No &lt;a href="http://www.publico.pt/Mundo/maior-seca-desde-os-anos-50-ameaca-12-milhoes-de-pessoas_1502287"&gt;Público&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais &lt;a href="http://www.unhcr.org/4e1ab6586.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-222471656510768641?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/222471656510768641/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/07/fogo-lento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/222471656510768641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/222471656510768641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/07/fogo-lento.html' title='&quot;Fogo lento&quot;'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-3841346198266527348</id><published>2011-06-23T13:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T13:34:06.660+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anos 90'/><title type='text'>A História não acabou.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;No tempo da Guerra         Fria, o mundo podia parecer mais perigoso devido à         ameaça de guerra nuclear entre União Soviética e         Estados Unidos, &lt;b&gt;mas era um lugar previsível e fácil de         ser entendido. As idéias e os conflitos cabiam         perfeitamente em apenas dois conceitos: esquerda e         direita. De repente, tudo mudou.&lt;/b&gt; Na nova ordem global, as         fronteiras nacionais ficaram mais tênues. A antiga         disputa ideológica perdeu o sentido. Ressurgiram as         guerras étnicas. O fanatismo religioso fomentou uma nova         forma de terrorismo, sem causa aparente."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://veja.abril.com.br/30anos/p_082.html"&gt;Veja&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-3841346198266527348?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/3841346198266527348/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/06/historia-nao-acabou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/3841346198266527348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/3841346198266527348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/06/historia-nao-acabou.html' title='A História não acabou.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-4067373123772811991</id><published>2011-05-07T01:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T01:20:44.369+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='universidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><title type='text'>De aquecer o coração.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V8pFGulxgc4/TcSQQPnv9NI/AAAAAAAAAhw/VYntqv3ZRMk/s1600/malta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V8pFGulxgc4/TcSQQPnv9NI/AAAAAAAAAhw/VYntqv3ZRMk/s320/malta.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-4067373123772811991?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/4067373123772811991/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/05/de-aquecer-o-coracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/4067373123772811991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/4067373123772811991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/05/de-aquecer-o-coracao.html' title='De aquecer o coração.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V8pFGulxgc4/TcSQQPnv9NI/AAAAAAAAAhw/VYntqv3ZRMk/s72-c/malta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-3362627173671322371</id><published>2011-04-19T13:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T13:36:51.204+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>(Não) comprar livros.</title><content type='html'>"As pessoas querem ler, mas não querem, propriamente, comprar livros. As pessoas querem comprar, mas não estão para se estar a chatear com idas a livrarias e problemas de estacionamento. As pessoas vão a livrarias, mas não estão propriamente conscientes de que o acto de compra é um contributo para manter um espaço aberto. Compramos nos hipermercados, nas Fnac’s, nas Amazon’s. Compramos na sociedade do conforto. E de tanto conforto, um destes dias, não saberemos onde ir ver livros, porque as livrarias estarão todas fechadas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://luisfilipecristovao.blogspot.com/2011/04/deixem-se-de-merdas-somos-todos.html"&gt;http://luisfilipecristovao.blogspot.com/2011/04/deixem-se-de-merdas-somos-todos.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-3362627173671322371?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/3362627173671322371/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-comprar-livros.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/3362627173671322371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/3362627173671322371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-comprar-livros.html' title='(Não) comprar livros.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-6714763245368958705</id><published>2011-04-17T16:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T16:51:44.301+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Adele vs Duffy.</title><content type='html'>Ainda sou do tempo em que se fazia essa comparação. Ainda bem que a longo prazo o bom senso é &lt;i&gt;quem&lt;/i&gt; mais ordena.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-6714763245368958705?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/6714763245368958705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/04/adele-vs-duffy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/6714763245368958705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/6714763245368958705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/04/adele-vs-duffy.html' title='Adele vs Duffy.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-6470235036003822446</id><published>2011-04-12T12:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T18:53:21.897+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eça de Queirós'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Cartas de Inglaterra.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Basta então ver uma pobre criança, pasmada diante da &lt;i&gt;vitrine&lt;/i&gt; de uma loja, e com os olhos em lágrimas para uma boneca de pataco, que ela nunca poderá apertar nos seus miseráveis braços - para que se chegue &lt;b&gt;à fácil conclusão que isto é um mundo abominável&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Leiam vocês também &lt;a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/25641/25641-h/25641-h.htm"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; (em &lt;i&gt;portuguez&lt;/i&gt; original)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-6470235036003822446?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/6470235036003822446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/04/cartas-de-inglaterra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/6470235036003822446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/6470235036003822446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/04/cartas-de-inglaterra.html' title='Cartas de Inglaterra.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-1824748682273901038</id><published>2011-04-07T17:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T23:25:19.754+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buraco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pravda'/><title type='text'>From Russia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Today, reality strikes Portugal and the Portuguese square in the face. Quite whose fault it is, is patently obvious: for a start, those political forces in positions of control since 1974 (namely the PSD - Social Democrats and PS - Socialist Party, both centre-right these days, sometimes in coalition with CDS-PP - Christian Democrats - Conservatives) and principally, the team of then Prime Minister and now President, Aníbal Silva, through whose hands billions and billions poured and who demonstrated neither the capacity nor the vision to invest that money adequately to make sure Portugal rose to the challenge.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whether or not it was entirely his fault is another question. Was Portugal really prepared to enter the European Community back in 1986? Was Portugal really prepared to enter the Eurozone in 1999? Was Portugal ready to face the challenges imposed by the Convergence Criteria in the ensuing years? Does the EU actually work?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Over the years, successive Portuguese Governments received rivers of money which, it is now patently obvious, was abominably badly managed. EU membership saw the cities receive a facelift and in a few years bridged the decades which had separated Portugal from the rest of Europe. Thirty years ago, the Portuguese would describe themselves as "fifty years behind". Today, Lisbon is a modern capital city with as many modern facilities, or more, than its peers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But the same Governments sold Portuguese industry down the river, destroyed Portuguese agriculture and lost fishing rights. Portugal, with one of the largest Exclusive Economic Zones in the world, has not taken advantage of its resources, mainly because they have been sold off... or simply lost. It is therefore hardly surprising that the young people of today feel there are no jobs to go to.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;They are right. They have been destroyed. The massive demonstration a couple of weeks ago across Portugal by the Young Generation (and older members of society) was a wave of revolt not necessarily against the Government of José Sócrates but a tsunami of frustration against abominable governance since 1974."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bora lá ouvir o que diz a &lt;a href="http://english.pravda.ru/opinion/columnists/26-03-2011/117347-portugal_crisis-0/"&gt;Pravda&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-1824748682273901038?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/1824748682273901038/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/04/from-russia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/1824748682273901038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/1824748682273901038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/04/from-russia.html' title='From Russia.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-6390123880299077039</id><published>2011-03-16T21:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-07-28T23:28:59.812+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manifestação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revolução'/><title type='text'>"Querem mesmo fazer alguma coisa que resulte?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Façam greves de consumo. Três dias sem consumir combustíveis, por exemplo. Outros tantos dias a viverem com o mínimo de bens alimentares. Retirem todo o dinheiro dos bancos durante uma semana e vejam os senhores banqueiros a dar com a cabeça na parede. &lt;b&gt;Quebrem esta barreira invisível que garante a distância de segurança entre povo e políticos. Sigam-nos, interrompam os seus jantares de família, comprem bilhetes para o mesmo filme, interfiram na sua vida social.&lt;/b&gt; Invadam a Assembleia da República. Sim, invadam-na, ocupem-na, façam como o Abrunhosa e acorrentem-se aos seus portões. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando os portugueses estiverem realmente disponíveis para acções populares a sério, verdadeiramente concertadas, pode ser que se consigam alguns resultados. Enquanto isso, manifestações como a do dia 12 servem essencialmente para conseguir boas fotografias. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas volto a dizer: espero estar completamente enganado."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nuno Matos, &lt;i&gt;in&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://karmatoon.blogspot.com/2011/03/ai-querem-fazer-uma-revolucao.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Karmatoon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-6390123880299077039?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/6390123880299077039/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/03/querem-mesmo-fazer-alguma-coisa-que.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/6390123880299077039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/6390123880299077039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/03/querem-mesmo-fazer-alguma-coisa-que.html' title='&quot;Querem mesmo fazer alguma coisa que resulte?&quot;'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-7096897800951652726</id><published>2011-03-01T20:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-01T21:08:00.223Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estágio'/><title type='text'>Dia 1.</title><content type='html'>O que aprendi hoje:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* dormir mais cedo/acordar mais tarde&lt;br /&gt;* distinguir as notícias de ontem&lt;br /&gt;* o indicador da bateria pode ser enganador&lt;br /&gt;* a Internet faz-me falta&lt;br /&gt;* às 6h12, a rádio é a nossa única amiga&lt;br /&gt;* volta, 600, estás perdoado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-7096897800951652726?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/7096897800951652726/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/03/dia-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/7096897800951652726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/7096897800951652726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/03/dia-1.html' title='Dia 1.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-4783824527723734630</id><published>2011-02-28T04:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-28T04:51:19.315Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oscars'/><title type='text'>Nota sobre a noite dos Oscars.</title><content type='html'>Odeio estar com TPM e começar a chorar como uma grávida ao ver "Soprano"/"Alto" escrito na tshirt das crianças a baloiçarem-se expressivamente ao ritmo da música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se bem que também possa ser do sono/cansaço/exaustão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-4783824527723734630?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/4783824527723734630/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/02/nota-sobre-noite-dos-oscars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/4783824527723734630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/4783824527723734630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/02/nota-sobre-noite-dos-oscars.html' title='Nota sobre a noite dos Oscars.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-5988012956423705428</id><published>2011-01-25T22:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-25T22:34:29.683Z</updated><title type='text'>Barbra Streisand.</title><content type='html'>Isto é viciante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uu_zwdmz0hE?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is this amazing or is this amazing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-5988012956423705428?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/5988012956423705428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/01/barbra-streisand.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/5988012956423705428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/5988012956423705428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/01/barbra-streisand.html' title='Barbra Streisand.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uu_zwdmz0hE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-8606651588921523301</id><published>2011-01-17T19:37:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-24T21:08:08.945Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque, até vir a explicação,</title><content type='html'>Penso que já podemos pôr alguns pontos nos is. Sobre a cena toda da morte do Carlos Castro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://carocodetangerina.blogspot.com/2011/01/como-muito-se-fala-por-ai.html"&gt;Como  muito se fala por aí querem fazer do carrasco de Carlos Castro uma  vítima que apenas terá reagido excessivamente às promessas vãs e  "ofertas de luxúria" de um velho libidinoso que nada mais queria do que  aproveitar-se do rapaz provinciano fascinado pelas luzes da ribalta. A  história até podia ser assim, caso se tratasse do argumento de um  telefilme de domingo à tarde na TVI, mas parece-me que muita gente se  está a esquecer que essa suposta personagem ingénua e iludida passou uma  hora a torturar, esmurrar e mutilar a vítima, explicando pouco tempo  depois, e em tom calmo, que "o Carlos já não sai hoje do hotel".&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pela &lt;a href="http://carocodetangerina.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço destas as minhas palavras.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In&lt;/i&gt; Crónica das horas perdidas, &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://horas-perdidas.blogspot.com/2011/01/sem-tirar-nem-por.html"&gt;Sem tirar nem pôr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-8606651588921523301?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/8606651588921523301/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/01/porque-ate-vir-explicacao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/8606651588921523301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/8606651588921523301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/01/porque-ate-vir-explicacao.html' title='Porque, até vir a explicação,'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-1552740910764398796</id><published>2011-01-16T22:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-07-28T23:29:44.554+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>'Cause I love-a-you and love-a-you true</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;And if you-a love-a-me.&lt;br /&gt;One live as two,&lt;br /&gt;two live as one&lt;br /&gt;Under the mango tree&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="25" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kK_D-J9VO4k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kK_D-J9VO4k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-1552740910764398796?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/1552740910764398796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/01/cause-i-love-you-and-love-you-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/1552740910764398796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/1552740910764398796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/01/cause-i-love-you-and-love-you-true.html' title='&apos;Cause I love-a-you and love-a-you true'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-1798269339313506585</id><published>2011-01-16T14:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-16T21:18:39.280Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fernando pessoa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ricardo reis'/><title type='text'>Ninguém a outro ama, senão que ama</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;O que de si há nele, ou suposto.&lt;br /&gt;Nada te pese que não te amem. Sentem-te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="padding-left: 30px;"&gt;Quem és, e és estrangeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cura de ser quem és, amam-te ou nunca.&lt;br /&gt;Firme contigo, sofrerás avaro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="padding-left: 30px;"&gt;De penas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricardo Reis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-1798269339313506585?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/1798269339313506585/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/01/ninguem-outro-ama-senao-que-ama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/1798269339313506585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/1798269339313506585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/01/ninguem-outro-ama-senao-que-ama.html' title='Ninguém a outro ama, senão que ama'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-7214462992292488936</id><published>2011-01-14T23:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-14T23:14:47.290Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anos 90'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Meus queridos anos 90.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UbPWVGzyv9A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UbPWVGzyv9A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Para quem conseguir ouvir bem, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L5YYkAHQ6WI"&gt;este aqui&lt;/a&gt; também é óptimo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-7214462992292488936?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/7214462992292488936/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/01/meus-queridos-anos-90.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/7214462992292488936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/7214462992292488936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/01/meus-queridos-anos-90.html' title='Meus queridos anos 90.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-4525314715169881489</id><published>2011-01-01T16:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-16T22:58:42.310Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ano novo'/><title type='text'>O dia depois da véspera de ano novo.</title><content type='html'>E pronto, lá se foi 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="450" width="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SG8mbe2Ck3c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SG8mbe2Ck3c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não fiz listas. Mas estou à espera que 2011 seja muito bom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-4525314715169881489?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/4525314715169881489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-dia-depois-da-vespera-de-ano-novo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/4525314715169881489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/4525314715169881489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-dia-depois-da-vespera-de-ano-novo.html' title='O dia depois da véspera de ano novo.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-2603508353043527832</id><published>2010-12-29T00:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-29T00:24:25.834Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Harry did not really listen. A warmth was spreading through him that had nothing to do with the sunlight; a tight obstruction in his chest seemed to be dissolving. He knew that Ron and Hermione were more shocked than they were letting on, &lt;b&gt;but the mere fact that they were still there on either side of him&lt;/b&gt;, speaking bracing words of comfort, not shrinking from him as thought he were contaminated or dangerous, &lt;b&gt;was worth more than he could ever tell them&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. K. Rowling, &lt;i&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-2603508353043527832?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/2603508353043527832/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/12/harry-did-not-really-listen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/2603508353043527832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/2603508353043527832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/12/harry-did-not-really-listen.html' title=''/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-4373409753431564886</id><published>2010-11-28T22:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-28T22:42:36.197Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><title type='text'>Dumbledore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"However," said Dumbledore, speaking very slowly and clearly so that none of them could miss a word, "you will find that I will only truly have left this school when none here are loyal to me. You will also find that help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JK Rowling, &lt;i&gt;Harry Potter and the Chamber of the Secrets &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso, tive que ir buscar a citação &lt;a href="http://www.hp-lexicon.org/essays/essay-ethics-of-rowling.html"&gt;em inglês&lt;/a&gt; porque ao ler em português soou-me menos bonita do que eu me lembrava dela. E confesso ainda mais: este homem é o maior e choro muito cada vez que ele morre. Não há nada como ter pessoas que nos vêem crescer e de quem aprendemos a gostar a ponto de sentir quando elas vão embora. Mesmo quando só existem nas nossas páginas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-4373409753431564886?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/4373409753431564886/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/11/dumbledore.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/4373409753431564886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/4373409753431564886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/11/dumbledore.html' title='Dumbledore.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-7000620650762883013</id><published>2010-11-11T18:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-24T00:54:32.739Z</updated><title type='text'>A vida é uma grande feira e tudo são barracas e saltimbancos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(...)&lt;b&gt; Tudo isto tende para o mesmo centro,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Busca encontrar-se e fundir-se&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Na minha alma.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu adoro todas as coisas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;E o meu coração é um albergue aberto toda a noite.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tenho pela vida um interesse ávido&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que busca compreendê-la sentindo-a muito.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amo tudo, animo tudo, empresto humanidade a tudo,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aos homens e às pedras, às almas e às máquinas,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Para aumentar com isso a minha personalidade.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pertenço a tudo para pertencer cada vez mais a mim próprio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;E a minha ambição era trazer o universo ao colo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Como uma criança a quem a ama beija.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu amo todas as coisas, umas mais do que as outras,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não nenhuma mais do que outra, mas sempre mais as que estou vendo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do que as que vi ou verei.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nada para mim é tão belo como o movimento e as sensações.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A vida é uma grande feira e tudo são barracas e saltimbancos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Penso nisto, enterneço-me mas não sossego nunca.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dá-me lírios, lírios&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;E rosas também.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álvaro de Campos, &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.revista.agulha.nom.br/facam74.html"&gt;Acordar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&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/7935539114641087724-7000620650762883013?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/7000620650762883013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/11/vida-e-uma-grande-feira-e-tudo-sao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/7000620650762883013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/7000620650762883013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/11/vida-e-uma-grande-feira-e-tudo-sao.html' title='A vida é uma grande feira e tudo são barracas e saltimbancos.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-2414695858320545426</id><published>2010-11-10T00:30:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-11-10T00:37:21.950Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken social scene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pacific theme'/><title type='text'>Broken Social Scene</title><content type='html'>Prometo que não falo muito mais neles. Mas ontem foi tão bonito. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/YlejSPX_29E/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YlejSPX_29E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YlejSPX_29E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pacific theme. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sim, eles não tocaram isto, mas eu gosto muito na mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-2414695858320545426?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/2414695858320545426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/11/broken-social-scene.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/2414695858320545426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/2414695858320545426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/11/broken-social-scene.html' title='Broken Social Scene'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-469516297528997139</id><published>2010-10-24T21:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T21:46:24.441+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anedota búlgara'/><title type='text'>Anedota Búlgara.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Era uma vez um czar naturalista&lt;br /&gt;que caçava homens.&lt;br /&gt;Quando lhe disseram que também se caçam borboletas e              andorinhas,&lt;br /&gt;ficou muito espantado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;e achou uma barbaridade&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade, &lt;i&gt;Anedota Búlgara&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-469516297528997139?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/469516297528997139/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/10/anedota-bulgara.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/469516297528997139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/469516297528997139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/10/anedota-bulgara.html' title='Anedota Búlgara.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-5520547133092914315</id><published>2010-10-18T08:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T08:39:43.688+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transparência'/><title type='text'>Felizmente há luar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"É preciso que os homens se definam para que possam ser julgados."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Luís Sttau Monteiro, &lt;i&gt;Felizmente há luar!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei-me disto antes de entrar no banho. O meu sono desperta sentimentos que às vezes me assustam. Vou andar de autocarro para ver se a raiva passa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-5520547133092914315?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/5520547133092914315/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/10/felizmente-ha-luar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/5520547133092914315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/5520547133092914315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/10/felizmente-ha-luar.html' title='Felizmente há luar!'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-4328283059516545170</id><published>2010-10-15T12:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T12:21:36.816+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rádio'/><title type='text'>Discos Pedidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Discos Pedidos da rádio Terra Quente, de Mirandela, entra nas casas e nas vidas de dezenas de pessoas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://sic.sapo.pt/online/flash/playerSIC2009.swf?urlvideo=http://videos.sapo.pt/paSZZ2uyERKjYbqhCnPo/mov/1&amp;amp;Link=http://sic.sapo.pt/online/video/informacao/Reportagem+SIC/2010/9/discos-pedidos-da-radio-terra-quente-de-mirandela-entra-nas-casas-e-nas-vidas-de-dezenas-de-pessoas1.htm&amp;amp;ztag=/sicembed/info/&amp;amp;hash={29E6AEC0-D992-47D3-AEA4-3489AAE4DC81}&amp;amp;embed=true&amp;amp;autoplay=false"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://sic.sapo.pt/online/flash/playerSIC2009.swf?urlvideo=http://videos.sapo.pt/paSZZ2uyERKjYbqhCnPo/mov/1&amp;amp;Link=http://sic.sapo.pt/online/video/informacao/Reportagem+SIC/2010/9/discos-pedidos-da-radio-terra-quente-de-mirandela-entra-nas-casas-e-nas-vidas-de-dezenas-de-pessoas1.htm&amp;amp;ztag=/sicembed/info/&amp;amp;hash={29E6AEC0-D992-47D3-AEA4-3489AAE4DC81}&amp;amp;embed=true&amp;amp;autoplay=false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demorou este tempo todo porque 1) não vejo televisão e 2) os blogs do icicom só voltaram a funcionar ontem. Vi &lt;a href="http://www.icicom.up.pt/blog/jpr/arquivos/2010/09/14/discos_pedidos.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-4328283059516545170?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/4328283059516545170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/10/discos-pedidos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/4328283059516545170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/4328283059516545170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/10/discos-pedidos.html' title='Discos Pedidos'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-2428570771538096838</id><published>2010-10-03T02:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T02:35:36.451+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque hoje é dia de grandes decisões.</title><content type='html'>Eu  (como sempre) não decido nada, mas aqui vão os conselhos que vos deixo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/dAQkMjebkeA/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dAQkMjebkeA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dAQkMjebkeA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-2428570771538096838?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/2428570771538096838/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/10/porque-hoje-e-dia-de-grandes-decisoes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/2428570771538096838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/2428570771538096838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/10/porque-hoje-e-dia-de-grandes-decisoes.html' title='Porque hoje é dia de grandes decisões.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-4315855736162717164</id><published>2010-10-02T18:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T18:44:40.470+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='80azul'/><title type='text'>80Azul.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Versão Photoshop.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TKdvW_mlJoI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ijju9r1F7vU/s1600/Aline80azul.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TKdvW_mlJoI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ijju9r1F7vU/s320/Aline80azul.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-4315855736162717164?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/4315855736162717164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/10/80azul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/4315855736162717164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/4315855736162717164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/10/80azul.html' title='80Azul.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TKdvW_mlJoI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ijju9r1F7vU/s72-c/Aline80azul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-4921712829127503726</id><published>2010-09-23T22:16:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T01:50:56.256+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kafka'/><title type='text'>Fábula Curta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;“Ai de mim!”, disse o rato. “O mundo vai ficando dia a dia mais estreito”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; “Outrora, tão grande era que ganhei medo e corri, corri até que finalmente fiquei contente por ver aparecerem muros de ambos os lados do horizonte, mas estes altos muros correm tão rapidamente um ao encontro do outro que eis-me já no fim do percurso, vendo ao fundo a ratoeira em que irei cair”. - “Mas o que tens a fazer é mudar de direcção”,  disse o gato, devorando-o.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franz Kafka, &lt;i&gt;Fábula Curta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-4921712829127503726?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/4921712829127503726/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/09/fabula-curta.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/4921712829127503726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/4921712829127503726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/09/fabula-curta.html' title='Fábula Curta.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-4185746444482557555</id><published>2010-09-21T13:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T13:43:00.621+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sandewish'/><title type='text'>Considerações finais.</title><content type='html'>Consegui 43GB de espaço extra. Ainda não ousei tocar na pasta de música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas descobri uma adorável pérola do meu 11º ano. Acho que a ideia foi do Pedro, eu fiz o artwork e todo o marketing à volta da coisa. &lt;i&gt;We will deliver straight to your door any sandwich... you wish!&lt;/i&gt; Foi o segundo melhor trabalho da turma. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TJgBH3OAJeI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Zch52sN6M_0/s1600/sandewish+project3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TJgBH3OAJeI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Zch52sN6M_0/s320/sandewish+project3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-4185746444482557555?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/4185746444482557555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/09/consideracoes-finais.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/4185746444482557555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/4185746444482557555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/09/consideracoes-finais.html' title='Considerações finais.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TJgBH3OAJeI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Zch52sN6M_0/s72-c/sandewish+project3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-8241295274303760510</id><published>2010-09-20T19:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T19:18:47.135+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='limpezas'/><title type='text'>Sabe-me muito bem.</title><content type='html'>Estou a meio de uma mega-limpeza ao meu computador. Em breve ele deixará de chiar feito louco. Objectivo do dia: libertar 50GB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-8241295274303760510?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/8241295274303760510/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/09/sabe-me-muito-bem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/8241295274303760510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/8241295274303760510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/09/sabe-me-muito-bem.html' title='Sabe-me muito bem.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-6089613550804280364</id><published>2010-09-19T20:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T20:36:51.937+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='admirável mundo novo'/><title type='text'>Admirável Mundo Novo.</title><content type='html'>- Mas eu não quero conforto. Quero Deus, quero a poesia, quero o autêntico perigo, quero a liberdade, quero a bondade, quero o pecado.&lt;br /&gt;- Em suma - disse Mustafá Mond - , você reclama o direito de ser infeliz.&lt;br /&gt;- Pois bem, seja assim! - respondeu o Selvagem em tom de desafio. - &lt;b&gt;Reclamo o direito de ser infeliz.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aldous Huxley, &lt;i&gt;Admirável Mundo Novo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-6089613550804280364?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/6089613550804280364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/09/admiravel-mundo-novo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/6089613550804280364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/6089613550804280364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/09/admiravel-mundo-novo.html' title='Admirável Mundo Novo.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-7240973063507933929</id><published>2010-09-17T16:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T16:06:14.374+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real player'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rádio'/><title type='text'>Work Out Radio.</title><content type='html'>Acabei de fazer a actualização do Real Player e descobri que isto existe. Neste momento estou a ouvir Katy Perry a dizer que beijou uma rapariga e gostou, mas já passaram coisas engraçadas de Kanye West, Daft Punk e até Franz Ferdinand. Estou à espera da "Satisfaction" (do Benny Benassi, claro) para desligar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-7240973063507933929?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/7240973063507933929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/09/work-out-radio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/7240973063507933929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/7240973063507933929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/09/work-out-radio.html' title='Work Out Radio.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-3512050061092199715</id><published>2010-09-14T18:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T00:55:49.332+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tsf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bruno aleixo'/><title type='text'>Bruno Aleixo, pessoal e transmissível.</title><content type='html'>Entrevista de Carlos Vaz Marques ao Bruno Aleixo, no Pessoal e Transmissível de 21 de Janeiro de 2009. Coisa mais parva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tsf.sapo.pt/PaginaInicial/AudioeVideo.aspx?content_id=1074991"&gt;http://tsf.sapo.pt/PaginaInicial/AudioeVideo.aspx?content_id=1074991&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-3512050061092199715?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/3512050061092199715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/09/bruno-aleixo-pessoal-e-transmissivel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/3512050061092199715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/3512050061092199715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/09/bruno-aleixo-pessoal-e-transmissivel.html' title='Bruno Aleixo, pessoal e transmissível.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-5294168906204897159</id><published>2010-09-12T16:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T16:24:06.082+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snob'/><title type='text'>Sobre como se tornar snob.</title><content type='html'>É verdade, tenho investido nisso nos últimos dias. Tenho lido livros muito intelectuais (intercalados com uns romances do Gabriel García Márquez, que o meu coração não é de pedra) e tenho delegado tarefas a várias pessoas. Estou constipada, o que acentua o meu sentimento de frustração e a minha absorção das mensagens fortes dos livros muito intelectuais que tenho lido, portanto tenho obviamente que demonstrar isso perante as outras pessoas com frases muito profundas no facebook, no blog, no twitter, etc. Não vejo muita televisão para não conspurcar a minha mente com produtos para as massas, mas às vezes vejo séries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ou não. Na verdade, só vejo os Tudors (que se resume basicamente à descrição da vida de um déspota louco, hipocondríaco e adúltero). Às vezes saio de carro para ir até ao metro, o que é uma vitória sobre todos os que nunca pensaram que eu conseguiria alguma vez conduzir. É também uma vitória para mim/para a Humanidade, porque significa que tive que sair do meu quarto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é então que encontro algum ser humano no meu caminho e o meu ego volta ao normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-5294168906204897159?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/5294168906204897159/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/09/sobre-como-se-tornar-snob.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/5294168906204897159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/5294168906204897159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/09/sobre-como-se-tornar-snob.html' title='Sobre como se tornar snob.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-638783544216116116</id><published>2010-09-11T11:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T01:41:05.875+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabriel garcía márquez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Crónica de uma morte anunciada.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Clotilde Armenta observou-os muito séria. Conhecia os dois tão bem que sabia distinguir um do outro, sobretudo depois de Pedro Vicario voltar da tropa. «Pareciam duas crianças», disse-me. &lt;b&gt;E essa reflexão assustou-a, pois sempre pensara que só as crianças são capazes de tudo.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel Garcia Márquez, &lt;i&gt;Crónica de uma morte anunciada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-638783544216116116?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/638783544216116116/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/09/cronica-de-uma-morte-anunciada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/638783544216116116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/638783544216116116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/09/cronica-de-uma-morte-anunciada.html' title='Crónica de uma morte anunciada.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-7022518694163204271</id><published>2010-09-09T23:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T00:57:10.792+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Se isto é um homem.</title><content type='html'>"Ziegler apresenta a marmita, recebe a ração normal, depois fica ali à espera. - O que é que queres mais? - pergunta o &lt;i&gt;Blockältester&lt;/i&gt;: não lhe consta que Ziegler tenha direito ao suplemento, manda-o embora com um empurrão, mas Ziegler volta e insiste humildemente: foi mesmo colocado à esquerda, todos viram, o &lt;i&gt;Blockältester&lt;/i&gt; que vá consultar as fichas: tem direito à ração dupla. Depois de a obter, vai tranquilamente comer para a cama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...) Kuhn agradece a Deus por não ter sido escolhido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuhn é um insensato. Não vê, na cama ao lado, Beppo, o grego, que tem vinte anos, e que depois de amanhã irá para o gás; e que, sabendo-o, fica deitado olhando fixamente a lâmpada sem dizer nada e sem pensar em mais nada? Não sabe Kuhn que a próxima será a sua vez? Não percebe Kuhn que hoje aconteceu uma coisa abominável que nenhuma oração propiciatória, nenhum perdão, nenhuma expiação dos culpados, nada, em suma, que esteja em poder do homem fazer, poderá nunca mais cancelar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se eu fosse Deus, cuspiria para o chão a oração de Kuhn.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primo Levi, &lt;i&gt;Se Isto É Um Homem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-7022518694163204271?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/7022518694163204271/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/09/se-isto-e-um-homem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/7022518694163204271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/7022518694163204271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/09/se-isto-e-um-homem.html' title='Se isto é um homem.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-6137583257777898086</id><published>2010-09-07T21:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:12:15.721+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='islão'/><title type='text'>Wtf.</title><content type='html'>Só soube agora que há uns lunáticos nos EUA que querem fazer um "Burn-a-Koran Day" no 11 de Setembro. Acho que, se pudessem, queimavam também os muçulmanos todos. Parece que não há manicómios no país (só nos filmes).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-6137583257777898086?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/6137583257777898086/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/09/wtf.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/6137583257777898086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/6137583257777898086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/09/wtf.html' title='Wtf.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-2859115161647681899</id><published>2010-08-28T18:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T18:05:50.094+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='multimedia'/><title type='text'>Multimedia summarized.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Online journalism is mostly about producing,  distributing and consuming  written text in various forms, even though  some recent studies  describe an increase in the use of especially video. This falls in line  with the general increase in online video watching described in a recent  &lt;a href="http://www.pewinternet.org/Reports/2010/State-of-Online-Video.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;Pew Internet report&lt;/a&gt;. However, it  seems that online news sites are struggling to cope with multimedia."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Online journalism and the promises of new technology PART 5: Multimedia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://onlinejournalismblog.com/2010/08/10/online-journalism-and-the-promises-of-new-technology-part-5-multimedia/"&gt;Aqui.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-2859115161647681899?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/2859115161647681899/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/08/multimedia-summarized.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/2859115161647681899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/2859115161647681899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/08/multimedia-summarized.html' title='Multimedia summarized.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-8161442231886514818</id><published>2010-08-27T10:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T10:41:54.521+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jup'/><title type='text'>JUP.</title><content type='html'>Esqueci-me bastante de fazer publicidade ao &lt;a href="http://issuu.com/jup_njap/docs/jup_julho2010"&gt;JUP de Julho&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está disponível online &lt;a href="http://issuu.com/jup_njap/docs/jup_julho2010"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; (vulgo, &lt;a href="http://issuu.com/jup_njap/docs/jup_julho2010"&gt;http://issuu.com/jup_njap/docs/jup_julho2010&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que já estamos quase em Setembro, mas foi uma edição feita especialmente para ser lida em qualquer altura das férias (excepto a reportagem sobre como lidar com exames. E a antevisão do campeonato de Rugby Sevens Universitário, que já passou).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, a próxima &lt;b&gt;reunião de redacção&lt;/b&gt; é no dia &lt;b&gt;31 de Agosto&lt;/b&gt; (esta &lt;b&gt;terça-feira&lt;/b&gt;), às &lt;b&gt;17h&lt;/b&gt;. Esperamos muitas pessoas e muitas ideias. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-8161442231886514818?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/8161442231886514818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/08/jup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/8161442231886514818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/8161442231886514818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/08/jup.html' title='JUP.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-4366968088656151379</id><published>2010-07-27T20:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T20:14:50.340+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='férias'/><title type='text'>Sobrevivi a tudo.</title><content type='html'>Aos filmes horrorosos nos ecrãs colectivos, ao choro dos bebés, à comida de avião e à conversa entre o tipo da Amazónia que falava com erros e a senhora insuportável com um filho que fazia perguntas estúpidas alguns decibéis acima do desejável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estes vôos de pobre cansam-me. Que saudades da TAP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-4366968088656151379?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/4366968088656151379/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/07/sobrevivi-tudo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/4366968088656151379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/4366968088656151379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/07/sobrevivi-tudo.html' title='Sobrevivi a tudo.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-1599413175751453001</id><published>2010-07-23T20:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T20:12:29.386+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Enquanto ouço música nova</title><content type='html'>Entusiasmo com Boat Beam ao ouvir a primeira música do disco: 8.0&lt;br /&gt;Entusiasmo com Boat Beam ao ouvir a última música do disco: 0.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre igual, parece que nunca mais acaba. A voz é encantadora no início, mas a partir da terceira música é incrivelmente irritante. As músicas são indiferenciáveis a partir da quarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa sorte para quem vai vê-las a PdC. A não ser que surpreendam e afinal sejam uns animais de palco...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-1599413175751453001?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/1599413175751453001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/07/enquanto-ouco-musica-nova.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/1599413175751453001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/1599413175751453001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/07/enquanto-ouco-musica-nova.html' title='Enquanto ouço música nova'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-1600673490391431901</id><published>2010-07-21T19:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T19:28:00.589+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storytelling'/><title type='text'>Seven Elements of Digital Storytelling</title><content type='html'>1. Point of View&lt;br /&gt;2. A Dramatic Question&lt;br /&gt;3. Emotional Content&lt;br /&gt;4. The Gift of Your Voice&lt;br /&gt;5. The Power of the Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;6. Economy&lt;br /&gt;7. Pacing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digitalstorytelling.coe.uh.edu/7elements.html"&gt;(...)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-1600673490391431901?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/1600673490391431901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/07/seven-elements-of-digital-storytelling.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/1600673490391431901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/1600673490391431901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/07/seven-elements-of-digital-storytelling.html' title='Seven Elements of Digital Storytelling'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-6689648626144660053</id><published>2010-07-21T01:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T01:38:08.458+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Declaration of the Independence of Cyberspace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Cyberspace consists of transactions, relationships, and thought itself, arrayed like a standing wave in the web of our communications. Ours is a world that is both everywhere and nowhere, but it is not where bodies live.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are terrified of your own children, since they are natives in a world where you will always be immigrants."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: AGaramond;"&gt;John Perry Barlow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="https://projects.eff.org/%7Ebarlow/Declaration-Final.html"&gt;(...)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-6689648626144660053?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/6689648626144660053/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/07/declaration-of-independence-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/6689648626144660053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/6689648626144660053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/07/declaration-of-independence-of.html' title='A Declaration of the Independence of Cyberspace'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-2854685001173903675</id><published>2010-07-20T00:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T01:40:27.827+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storytelling'/><title type='text'>Storytelling is the Future of the Web</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"Relating to characters and their stories is essential in order for  people to make an initial connection with brands. But in the beginning, people need  to connect with a story in order to believe that a product or service  matters to them."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newfangled.com/contentmgr/showdetails.php/id/21681"&gt;(...)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-2854685001173903675?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/2854685001173903675/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/07/storytelling-is-future-of-web.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iluminismo'/><title type='text'>O que é o iluminismo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;“Mas para esta ilustração, nada mais se exige que a liberdade;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;e, claro está, a mais inofensiva entre tudo o que se pode&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;chamar liberdade, a saber, &lt;b&gt;a de fazer um uso público&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;da sua razão em todos os elementos&lt;/b&gt;.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Immanuel Kant &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-2891075368663845613?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/2891075368663845613/comments/default' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-3032388169856629763</id><published>2010-07-18T20:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T20:08:16.869+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beirut'/><title type='text'>Uma tarde bem passada</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed autostart="false" height="50" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2010/7/18/2917910/02%20nantes.mp3" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para (re)começar bem o Verão. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-3032388169856629763?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/3032388169856629763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/07/uma-tarde-bem-passada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/3032388169856629763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/3032388169856629763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/07/uma-tarde-bem-passada.html' title='Uma tarde bem passada'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-3398519566002935940</id><published>2010-07-17T13:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T13:52:27.488+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='universidade'/><title type='text'>O segundo ano foi assim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TEGnObtXGEI/AAAAAAAAAfU/YqbVR1SeoGc/s1600/IMG000109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TEGnObtXGEI/AAAAAAAAAfU/YqbVR1SeoGc/s320/IMG000109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pelo menos correu melhor do que o primeiro. E finalmente acabou. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-3398519566002935940?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/3398519566002935940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-segundo-ano-foi-assim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/3398519566002935940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/3398519566002935940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-segundo-ano-foi-assim.html' title='O segundo ano foi assim.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TEGnObtXGEI/AAAAAAAAAfU/YqbVR1SeoGc/s72-c/IMG000109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-1375818283520812707</id><published>2010-05-22T23:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T23:42:08.235+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivais de verão'/><title type='text'>Festivais de Verão.</title><content type='html'>Gosto do primeiro dia do Alive! e do segundo dia do SBSR. O terceiro dia (mesmo que ainda incompleto) de Paredes de Coura e&amp;nbsp;o quinto do Sudoeste: ia aos  dois se estivesse por cá. E, claro, ia muito ao festival BES Selecção :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vide &lt;a href="http://www.festivaisverao.com/Cartazes/Festivais-2010.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;, meus amores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-1375818283520812707?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/1375818283520812707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/05/festivais-de-verao.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/1375818283520812707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/1375818283520812707'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-4155802931987171416</id><published>2010-05-07T18:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T18:13:59.911+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jpr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rádio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queima'/><title type='text'>PUB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coisas giras para ouvir das gajas mais fixes de JCC (so far, so good).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://jpr.icicom.up.pt/queima_das_fitas_2010/ouvido_na_queima/index_dossier.html"&gt;Ouvido na Queima JPR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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type='text'>Agenda setting.</title><content type='html'>Ultimamente, a minha agenda tem sido dominada pela crise económica do Japão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois desta tarde, fica o vazio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-1147648000499229769?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/1147648000499229769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/04/agenda-setting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/1147648000499229769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/1147648000499229769'/><link 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/S7NYDFKAduI/AAAAAAAAAe8/IYJoRoDnaPI/s1600/everybody-should-like-everybody.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/S7NYDFKAduI/AAAAAAAAAe8/IYJoRoDnaPI/s320/everybody-should-like-everybody.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma coisa em que acredito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(se bem que, às vezes, eu mesma ignore a regra)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-9061294990471754333?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/9061294990471754333/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/03/ora-ai-esta.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/9061294990471754333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/9061294990471754333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/03/ora-ai-esta.html' title='Ora aí está,'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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clichés'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-4322640332396325197</id><published>2010-03-29T20:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T19:45:44.216+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inútil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='férias'/><title type='text'>Só para actualizar.</title><content type='html'>Em primeiro  lugar, um título cliché. Num post, em si, já repetido (basta procurar  nos arquivos deste blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou de férias e sabe bem.  Estive esta manhã a montar uma &lt;a href="http://jpr.icicom.up.pt/2010/03/15_mil_na_8_mostra_da_ciencia_ensino_e_inovacao.html"&gt;notícia&lt;/a&gt;  - que é coisa que gosto de fazer - e passei a tarde a fazer sudoku e a  ouvir música. Estive a ouvir The Shins, que é sempre bom de ouvir -  quando estamos de férias e chove lá fora. À noite vou ao Bonaparte, que  agora é caro mas ainda é um bom bar de piratas. Está a ser um bom início  de férias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como não tenho assunto, passo a comentar,  muito por alto, os destaques da homepage do jornal i - é a que tem as  notícias mais giras de comentar, uma vez que, na maioria das vezes, nem  sequer são bem notícias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ionline.pt/conteudo/53147-noticia-do-benfica-as-mais-lidas-do-the-wall-street-journal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Notícia  do Benfica entre as mais lidas do "The Wall Street Journal".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Notícia da notícia. Muito bem. Já imagino isto na capa do Público  (imaginem vocês também).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ionline.pt/conteudo/53086-funcao-publica-candidaturas-estagios-arrancam-hoje"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Função  Pública: candidaturas a estágios arrancam hoje.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Existem 18  vagas para "Audio-visuais e produção dos media" e 52 lugares para  "Jornalismo e reportagem", mais uns 54 para "Marketing e Publicidade" e  16 para "Química", que é obviamente a nossa área. Podemos trabalhar na  GNR, na Segurança Rodoviária ou no Ministério do Ambiente, por exemplo.  Com a sorte que tenho, não me consigo candidatar porque se for aceite  vai coincidir com a altura em que ainda estou a estudar. Boa, boa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ionline.pt/conteudo/53136-ipad-fujitsu-cede-nome--apple"&gt;&lt;b&gt;iPad:  Fujitsu cede nome à Apple.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Costumava ver a Apple como a China,  que tentava crescer contra a concorrência dos EUA/Windows. Agora já não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ionline.pt/conteudo/53116-lugares-na-ryanair-8-euros-"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lugares  na Ryanair a 8 euros.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tinha escrito um pequeno comentário picuinhas, mas digo-vos apenas que  aproveitem estas a 8 euros.O i descobre e nós aproveitamos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ionline.pt/conteudo/53127-junk-food-tao-viciante-como-droga-"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Junk  food” tão viciante como droga.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sempre soube. Ainda hoje parei  no Norteshopping só para poder almoçar as Hot Wings do KFC. E isto é  notícia de grande destaque num jornal de tiragem nacional, meus caros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ionline.pt/conteudo/53073-mude-vida-em-59-segundos-com-ajuda-da-ciencia"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mude  de vida em 59 segundos com a ajuda da ciência.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; É um belo dia,  este em que temos uma notícia sobre um livro de auto-ajuda como destaque  de um jornal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada, i! &lt;i&gt;(por me dares assunto  para este blog)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-4322640332396325197?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/4322640332396325197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-para-actualizar.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/4322640332396325197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/4322640332396325197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-para-actualizar.html' title='Só para actualizar.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-5720896458658447916</id><published>2010-03-13T21:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-13T21:49:00.760Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mono'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Mono</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="185" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0uaJuYO1sEU&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0uaJuYO1sEU&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="185"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma amostra. Em Serralves não havia violinos, mas foi tudo muito bonito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-5720896458658447916?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/5720896458658447916/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/03/mono.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/5720896458658447916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/5720896458658447916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/03/mono.html' title='Mono'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-8742691957184455337</id><published>2010-02-23T20:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-23T20:55:39.697Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1990'/><title type='text'>What happened in my birth year?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;In 1990, the world was a different place.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In 1990... The Leaning Tower of Pisa is closed to the public due to safety concerns. Time Warner is formed from the merger of Time Inc and Warner Communications Inc The United Kingdom and Argentina restore diplomatic relations after 8 years. Police seal off Brixton in South London after another night of protests against the poll tax. East Germany holds its first free elections. The United States begins broadcasting TV Martí to Cuba. Portrait of Doctor Gachet by Vincent van Gogh is sold for a record $82.5 million. The parliament of the Russian Federation formally declares its sovereignty. The Detroit Pistons defeat the Portland Trail Blazers in the NBA Finals. Underwater volcano Mount Didicas erupts in the Philippines. In Rome, on the night before soccer's 1990 FIFA World Cup, the Three Tenors sing together for the first time. The event is broadcast live on television and watched worldwide by millions of people Alberto Fujimori becomes president of Peru. Nintendo releases the NES game Super Mario Bros. 3 in North America. The video game of the day was Final Fantasy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The 1990s were indeed a special decade. The Nineties saw the beginnings of the World Wide Web, originating at CERN. Email becomes popular. The Soviet Union dissolved. Living standards in East Asia and Europe generally improved. The Cold War ends. Iraqi forces invade Kuwait. A UN coalition force led by the US was sent to the Persian Gulf, and aerial bombing of Iraq began. The Kosovo War took place. The Ethiopian Civil War ends. Dolly, a sheep, is cloned. The Global Positioning System GPS becomes fully operational. Genetically engineered crops are developed for commercial use. Intel develops the Pentium processor. The Java programming language is created. Microsoft released Windows 95. In Los Angeles, riots occur after the police brutality case involving Rodney King. Great Britain hands sovereignty of Hong Kong to China. East Timor breaks away from Indonesian control. US president Bill Clinton was involved in the Lewinsky scandal. Dogme 95 becomes an important artistic movement in European film. Teen soap Beverly Hills 90210 has its long run. Baywatch becomes the most watched show in history. On MTV, reality television makes its beginning. Nelson Mandela is elected president of South Africa. Germany was reunified. The prediction of computer bug Y2K spreads fear.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Progress, year after year. Do you wonder where the world is heading towards? The technology available today would have blown your mind in 1990. Do you know what was invented in the year you were born? The World Wide Web.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's 2010.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The world is a different place.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What path have you taken?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Versão reduzida. Podem ver &lt;a href="http://whathappenedinmybirthyear.com/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-8742691957184455337?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/8742691957184455337/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-happened-in-my-birth-year.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/8742691957184455337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/8742691957184455337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-happened-in-my-birth-year.html' title='What happened in my birth year?'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-7657726570785425609</id><published>2010-02-15T14:26:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:31:22.116Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mino carta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jornalistas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jornalismo'/><title type='text'>"Mas temos de ser honestos."</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;É sempre uma análise tendenciosa que se faz. Não peça a objectividade porque ela não existe. Somos subjectivos ao colocarmos no papel uma mera vírgula. Mas temos de ser honestos. E a honestidade se consegue, em primeiro lugar, respeitando a verdade factual. Isto é um telefone, isto é um cofre, não tem discussão. Ao mesmo tempo, você tem que usar o espírito crítico. E, finalmente, você tem que fiscalizar o poder onde quer que se manifeste. Se você executa a contento esses três princípios básicos, você será honesto. Sujeito a erros, sujeito a chuvas e trovoadas. E é isso que se deve pedir a um jornalista. Os nossos jornalistas são desonestos, esse é o começo da história. E o jornalismo impresso brasileiro é feito para a elite. Nossa elite é de uma incompetência monumental. De um exibicionismo e de uma vulgaridade sublimes. Comem mal, vestem-se mal, moram pessimamente nesses espigões com terraço gourmet. É uma coisa triste.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quais as principais virtudes de um jornalista?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Honestidade. Tem que ter certo talento, saber escrever, tem que ter lido muito, muito. Porque a gente aprende a escrever lendo os bons autores. Também é importante ter um bom conhecimento de história para poder encaixar os fatos dentro de sua moldura. Para entender porque, como.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Entrevista a Mino Carta, na revista &lt;a href="http://www.clubedejornalistas.pt/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/jornalistas-40.pdf"&gt;Jornalismo e Jornalistas&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-7657726570785425609?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/7657726570785425609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/02/mas-temos-de-ser-honestos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/7657726570785425609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/7657726570785425609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/02/mas-temos-de-ser-honestos.html' title='&quot;Mas temos de ser honestos.&quot;'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-2333889243605584399</id><published>2010-02-10T12:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-10T12:22:12.378Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='televisão'/><title type='text'>Dez considerações sobre eu e a Televisão.</title><content type='html'>Ultimamente tenho ouvido muitas pessoas a comentar coisas que viram na televisão. 87% é para reclamar. Senti-me um pouco excluída. Ficam aqui, portanto, algumas considerações sobre o que acho da TV:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ATENÇÃO: Como dizem lá na terra, este post é só para encher linguiça. Não se assustem com a quantidade de besteirol que por aqui escrevi&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Acho pertinente esclarecer desde já que não vejo televisão regularmente. Tal como os refrigerantes, o consumo excessivo faz mal ao corpo (neste caso, à mente), e, portanto, não faço muita questão de ver.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sou da geração Malhação (MALHAÇÃO, e não a New Wave). Sou da geração Dragon Ball. Sou da geração A Cinderela, aquela cena que passava na TVI depois do Dragon Ball, à hora do almoço. Não sou da geração da Rua Sésamo porque não calhou, porque o Governo português demorou mais de um ano a dar-me um visto de residência e quando eu cheguei aqui isso já não existia. Deixei de ver TV quando estava no 2º ciclo e dava o Batatoon quando eu estava em casa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eu vejo o Ídolos. Muitos sentem vergonha alheia ao ler isto, mas é verdade.Aquilo tem piada e, até umas semanas atrás, tinha uma rapariga aqui da Maia. Além do mais, são as únicas horas da semana em que toda a família cá em casa se junta na sala para ver TV. A Cláudia Vieira é um exemplo para todos nós, estudantes de jornalismo - do que NÃO se deve fazer em televisão.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eu vejo algumas séries estrangeiras e até os desenhos animados, tipo Family Guy. Mas só desde há duas semanas, duas vezes por semana, no ecran do tapete lá do ginásio, quando passa de manhã. Via mais vezes quando andava no secundário. E é só.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tenho pena que o Curto Circuito tenha deixado de ser um programa suportável. A sério que tenho.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eu vejo o telejornal - do Brasil. É bem feito, mil vezes mais interessante e acho que o conceito de interesse público deles é mais evoluído do que o nosso. E não, as notícias não são todas sobre mortes. Ao contrário daqui, eles não perdem 10 min para cada notícia sobre uma tragédia. Dão a notícia como deve ser, entrevistam quem é verdadeiramente relevante e passam para as outras coisas (há sempre muitas coisas). Não são preguiçosos. Aconselho vivamente o Jornal Hoje (que no Brasil dá ao meio dia mas aqui passa à hora do jantar). Aliás, também aconselho o Globo Esporte, que passa antes. São os únicos momentos da minha vida em que acho que Desporto tem bastante interesse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deixei de ver novelas brasileiras depois da Mulheres Apaixonadas. Isso foi em 2004. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Acho que a produção portuguesa é fraquinha. Houve uma altura em que tinham bons actores e bons argumentos, mas isso foi no início, com a TVI, provavelmente com uma boa ajuda de brasileiros para organizar a coisa. O panorama actual: os modelos são péssimos actores, o pessoal mais velho do teatro é bom (mas são poucos), o pessoal mais novo do teatro é só razoável e os estudantes de artes performativas não dão a entender que o são - sim, alguns daqueles actores horríveis estão, supostamente, a ter aulas para fazerem aquilo bem!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vi duas cenas de Lua Vermelha e fiquei chocada. Nunca li nenhum dos livros da saga Twilight, mas vi os filmes e conheço a história e estou solidária com as fãs que não se conformam. Ali é tudo mau.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Esperem até haver uma série tipo Jonas Brothers mas com personagens de uma banda estranhamente parecida com os Tokio Hotel. Não sei como ainda ninguém se lembrou disso. Eu deveria trabalhar na televisão.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que a televisão em geral está fraca, mas não está num nível tãaaao baixo. A televisão generalista, em Portugal, é que sim. O que acontece é que os bons programas migraram para os canais temáticos - e para toda a infinidade de novos canais que continuam a aparecer no cabo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A diferença é que, assim, os piores programas já têm espaço para entrar no horário nobre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-2333889243605584399?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/2333889243605584399/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/02/dez-consideracoes-sobre-eu-e-televisao.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/2333889243605584399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/2333889243605584399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/02/dez-consideracoes-sobre-eu-e-televisao.html' title='Dez considerações sobre eu e a Televisão.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-1126850521019773027</id><published>2010-02-06T23:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:52:48.378Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aniversário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vinte'/><title type='text'>20 anos,</title><content type='html'>Dos meus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/S24AlMy_yQI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Y_1audidNok/s1600-h/P1140918.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/S24AlMy_yQI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Y_1audidNok/s320/P1140918.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mais três deste blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi no dia 29.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-1126850521019773027?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/1126850521019773027/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/02/20-anos.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/1126850521019773027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/1126850521019773027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/02/20-anos.html' title='20 anos,'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/S24AlMy_yQI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Y_1audidNok/s72-c/P1140918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-3954604285809464726</id><published>2010-01-15T21:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-09-20T01:01:15.291+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comentário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='universidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jornalismo'/><title type='text'>Desafios da convergência ou a era de ouro do jornalismo.</title><content type='html'>A Internet revolucionou a forma de fazer jornalismo. É o novo veículo para todos os meios: imprensa, rádio e televisão. A convergência desses meios trouxe uma nova realidade e desafios que muitos encaram como o fim da profissão. É, de facto, o fim do jornalismo como o conhecemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conferência de António Granado sobre o que deviam ensinar os cursos de jornalismo trouxe velhas e novas ideias, todas bastante pertinentes. Falou do estado do jornalismo: o excesso de informação, a participação alargada das "pessoas antigamente conhecidas como audiência" (como lhes chamou Jay Rosen) e das dificuldades económicas dos grandes grupos de comunicação. Falou também do novo jornalista: aquele que sabe "contar estórias" para serem publicadas em várias plataformas, o que selecciona a informação que interessa o público, o que explora novas potencialidades e o que se especializa numa área.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A convergência é um assunto sério quando se fala em jornalismo de qualidade. Diziam já os nossos avós que "não se pode ser bom em tudo", o que continua a ser um facto. No entanto, a crise económica aliada à possibilidade de aceder gratuitamente a produtos informativos directamente na Internet diminui os lucros dos meios de comunicação tradicionais. A necessidade de produzir conteúdos multimédia para serem publicados nos respectivos sites leva a que as empresas procurem, cada vez mais, jornalistas capazes de produzir todo o tipo de conteúdos. Foi o que explicou Pedro Araújo de Sá, da Cofina: para "produzir conteúdos com igual qualidade a menor custo", o grupo investe na formação multimédia dos seus jornalistas, o que aparentemente soluciona o problema da falta de dinheiro para a contratação de novos jornalistas/técnicos especializados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapa-se um buraco enquanto se abre um novo. Como disse Anabela Gradim, "a convergência é inimiga da excelência". As pessoas esperam qualidade dos meios de comunicação. Ora, se os conteúdos passam a ser criados por alguém que não domina por completo a sua produção, perde-se em qualidade. E se a qualidade baixa, as pessoas vão procurar notícias em outro lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A solução apresentada por António Granado é bastante sensata: a especialização temática. Esta será, aparentemente, a única saída para a &lt;i&gt;mania&lt;/i&gt; das empresas de que um jornalista pode fazer tudo. Apostar no conhecimento específico de uma área e no "storytelling", a capacidade de orquestrar a informação disponível e apresentá-la da forma que cative o público. A má notícia para as grandes empresas é a nova palavra-chave: nichos. Quem vence são os pequenos, os que produzem conteúdos especializados e de qualidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O panorama parece não ser bonito, mas o futuro não precisa ser tristonho. É necessário ensinar os novos jornalistas que ainda podem lutar por um jornalismo de excelência. Os horizontes estão abertos, o que falta é explorá-los. Um editor canadiano disse que poderemos estar a viver, possivelmente, a era de ouro do jornalismo. "Estas são inundações devastadoras, mas, quando as águas recuam, deixam ficar solo fértil para lavradores corajosos".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aline Flor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(TEJ II - Imprensa. Comentário à apresentação de António Granado nas Jornadas ObCiber.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-3954604285809464726?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/3954604285809464726/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/01/desafios-da-convergencia-ou-era-de-ouro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/3954604285809464726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/3954604285809464726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/01/desafios-da-convergencia-ou-era-de-ouro.html' title='Desafios da convergência ou a era de ouro do jornalismo.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-5272682445737033596</id><published>2010-01-08T21:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:07:10.606Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='universidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jpr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relax'/><title type='text'>RELAX 58'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Relax está de volta! Agora na companhia de Aline Flor e Vera Covelo Tavares, começa uma nova era de viagens pelo mundo da música. A primeira volta é feita na companhia de vozes femininas. Da Islândia ao Brasil, levamo-vos a um passeio pelas sonoridades mais relaxantes que encontramos pelo caminho. Sit down and... relax!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nesta edição:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Emilíana Torrini&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bat For Lashes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pomplamoose&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cibelle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tegan and Sara&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;CocoRosie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kría Brekkan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jpr.icicom.up.pt/2010/01/relax_58.html"&gt;http://jpr.icicom.up.pt/2010/01/relax_58.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-5272682445737033596?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/5272682445737033596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/01/relax-58.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/5272682445737033596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/5272682445737033596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2010/01/relax-58.html' title='RELAX 58&apos;'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-7026658864358542839</id><published>2009-12-30T22:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:52:18.601Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='público'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jornalismo'/><title type='text'>O adeus de Joaquim Vieira</title><content type='html'>Desenvolvo apenas o primeiro, mas vale a pena ler todos os pontos por inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Pensar nos leitores antes de decidir a publicação de cada matéria.&lt;/b&gt; Julgo o PÚBLICO afectado por certo grau de presunção. Muitas das suas matérias e da sua linguagem são elaboradas em função da superioridade intelectual que os seus jornalistas julgam de bom tom manter, mas será que se interrogam por um momento sobre se estão a comunicar para o público generalista que é o conjunto de leitores do jornal (e que desejavelmente deveria alargar-se a camadas mais vastas)? Fará sentido ocupar três e quatro páginas com certos temas de reportagem ou entrevistas que pouco ou nada dirão à esmagadora maioria? Percebo que os fundadores do jornal tenham querido inscrever na sua matriz uma atitude vanguardista, capaz de se distinguir do convencionalismo de outra imprensa e de contribuir para o desenvolvimento cultural da sociedade portuguesa (e concordo até que esse seja um dos mais nobres objectivos dos media), mas será que uma vanguarda não acompanhada pela massa cumpre a sua missão? Acho que sim num projecto artístico ou literário, mas não num jornal diário, investimento demasiado dispendioso para se dar ao luxo de alienar o público que é a razão de ser da sua existência e da sua viabilidade económica. Nesse sentido deve também ouvir-se os leitores e incrementar a sua participação nas páginas do jornal, sobretudo agora que se tornou obrigatória a interactividade entre o público e os media de grande expansão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Dosear a agenda entre temas de interesse público e de interesse do público.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Cumprir as regras da produção jornalística, atender ao rigor dos factos e respeitar a língua.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Considerar também a fotografia como elemento de informação.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Entender o PÚBLICO não como um jornal em papel com um site agregado mas como uma marca de informação englobando os mais diversos suportes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Público. 27 de Dezembro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-7026658864358542839?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/7026658864358542839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-adeus-de-joaquim-vieira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/7026658864358542839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/7026658864358542839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-adeus-de-joaquim-vieira.html' title='O adeus de Joaquim Vieira'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-3308573415327136396</id><published>2009-12-29T12:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-29T12:20:08.848Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='borboletas'/><title type='text'>Borboletas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu preciso sentir que você ainda sente, eu preciso que o seu coração dê um choque no meu, eu preciso saber que seu peito ainda aperta um pouco quando eu vou embora e se espalha como borboletas nas veias quando eu chego.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tati Bernardi (&lt;a href="http://euteamo.tumblr.com/"&gt;li aqui&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mais um:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você sabe que virou mulher quando consegue sair com um homem e:&lt;br /&gt;1- não picotar o guardanapo do restaurante&lt;br /&gt;2- não fazer desenhos com pequenos pedaços de palitinhos quebrados&lt;br /&gt;3- não fazer bolinhas de miolo de pão&lt;br /&gt;4- não falar de ex namorados&lt;br /&gt;5- não falar da mãe&lt;br /&gt;6- não falar sem parar&lt;br /&gt;7- não escrever um texto sobre isso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(quase!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-3308573415327136396?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/3308573415327136396/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/12/borboletas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/3308573415327136396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/3308573415327136396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/12/borboletas.html' title='Borboletas.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-1087433675408543065</id><published>2009-12-28T21:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-30T23:10:14.465Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='universidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='semiótica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Obra-prima semiótica</title><content type='html'>Trabalho de edição mais lindo de sempre ahah (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J7Mrxxky7kY&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J7Mrxxky7kY&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canal Cinco - Por si, em todos os sentidos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-1087433675408543065?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/1087433675408543065/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/12/obra-prima-semiotica.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/1087433675408543065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/1087433675408543065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/12/obra-prima-semiotica.html' title='Obra-prima semiótica'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-6920078017023402196</id><published>2009-12-28T12:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-28T13:01:08.820Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='here it goes again'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Oh, here it goes again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="236" width="384"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oPmhTCaDkGA&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oPmhTCaDkGA&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="384" height="236"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here it goes again&lt;br /&gt;I should have known&lt;br /&gt;Should have known&lt;br /&gt;Should have known again&lt;br /&gt;But here it goes again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here it goes again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é lindo? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-6920078017023402196?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/6920078017023402196/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-here-it-goes-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/6920078017023402196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/6920078017023402196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-here-it-goes-again.html' title='Oh, here it goes again!'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-2670202530120085974</id><published>2009-12-20T16:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-20T16:25:28.694Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='igreja luterana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natal'/><title type='text'>É hoje!!</title><content type='html'>Hoje é dia do Programa de Natal da Igreja Luterana na Maia!&lt;br /&gt;Porque não é só em Queluz que os cristãos organizam eventos giros na cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às 18h, um Super Programa de Natal com a peça "O Aniversário de Jesus", que inclui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;uma Maria e um José que (ainda) não se conhecem;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ovelhinhas por todo o lado (é a nossa Belém!);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reis magos que carregam os camelos, em vez do contrário;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;montes de efeitos de luz que incluem uma bola de espelhos para as estrelas, uma lâmpada entre a madeira para a fogueira e candeeiros de escrivaninha como light spots;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;EU, a cantar com mais quatro raparigas, acompanhadas por quatro rapazes que dão música.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;No fim, há coisas boas para todas as crianças, participantes e visitantes!! (embrulhadas por mim ahahha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Às 18h, na rua Cinco de Outubro, nº1095, Gueifães. (entre a rotunda a seguir ao Pingo Doce e os semáforos mais lá à frente).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-2670202530120085974?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/2670202530120085974/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-hoje.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/2670202530120085974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/2670202530120085974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-hoje.html' title='É hoje!!'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-2350732042525156620</id><published>2009-12-13T01:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-13T01:37:11.927Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jornalismo'/><title type='text'>Novos tempos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Traditional approaches and tools are becoming obsolete and the interaction between reporters and their audiences has become both more dynamic and more perplexing; &lt;a href="http://www.j-source.ca/english_new/detail.php?id=4276"&gt;verification&lt;/a&gt;, that so-called "essence" of journalism, sometimes seems to have morphed from a standard to a question. Conventions surrounding social media and crowdsourcing are in flux, and the relationships between payers and pipers may be wild-westishly chaotic for a while to come. Most fearsome of all, and most personal, is the skeletal shadow of job loss in newsrooms everywhere.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;These are devastating floods, but when floods recede they leave fertile soil for brave farmers. Those who lack faith in journalism's future may not have noticed the rise of a new generation that brings aptitude, imagination and diverse but converging skills to the task we're handing over. Universities and other places of formal and informal learning are graduating a generation of journalists who stand ready to kick ass in the widest and most interesting range of career options ever. The new era will demand their determination and entrepreneurial imagination, and their willingness to compete for scarce resources.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do &lt;a href="http://www.j-source.ca/english_new/detail.php?id=4563"&gt;último editorial&lt;/a&gt; de Ivor Shapiro no J-Source.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-2350732042525156620?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/2350732042525156620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/12/novos-tempos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/2350732042525156620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/2350732042525156620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/12/novos-tempos.html' title='Novos tempos.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-8690468773979287836</id><published>2009-12-12T21:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-12T21:36:38.181Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='savage chickens'/><title type='text'>Weird vs Normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/SyQMkrO44nI/AAAAAAAAAes/uDB4NaGpxaw/s1600-h/chickenweird.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/SyQMkrO44nI/AAAAAAAAAes/uDB4NaGpxaw/s400/chickenweird.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.savagechickens.com/2005/07/weird-vs-normal.html"&gt;www.savagechickens.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-8690468773979287836?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/8690468773979287836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/12/weird-vs-normal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/8690468773979287836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/8690468773979287836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/12/weird-vs-normal.html' title='Weird vs Normal'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/SyQMkrO44nI/AAAAAAAAAes/uDB4NaGpxaw/s72-c/chickenweird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-5579301062152159038</id><published>2009-12-08T00:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-08T00:19:37.352Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top sexiest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='empire'/><title type='text'>The 100 Sexiest Movie Stars</title><content type='html'>A listagem foi publicada pela revista Empire &lt;a href="http://www.empireonline.com/100sexiest2009/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li os comentários do &lt;a href="http://tunaoliderasbemcomosono.blogspot.com/2009/12/profanacao-da-santissima-trindade.html"&gt;Paulo&lt;/a&gt; e do &lt;a href="http://presuntoamonte.blogs.sapo.pt/8112.html"&gt;Leandro&lt;/a&gt;. Concordo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há algo de muito bizarro naquela selecção. Em ambos os sexos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-5579301062152159038?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/5579301062152159038/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/12/100-sexiest-movie-stars.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/5579301062152159038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/5579301062152159038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/12/100-sexiest-movie-stars.html' title='The 100 Sexiest Movie Stars'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-6118436299246141523</id><published>2009-11-26T22:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-26T22:46:21.091Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orientação vocacional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jornalismo'/><title type='text'>Como vim parar a este curso.</title><content type='html'>Ouço e leio muita gente a falar sobre o porquê de estarem a estudar jornalismo. Uns sonham com isso desde crianças, outros viram algum filme que os inspirou, alguns têm um parente ou conhecido que trabalha no ramo. Sorrio ao ouvir, mas sinto-me sem graça por não ter uma resposta do género. A conclusão a que cheguei depois dos três minutos que dediquei a pensar nisso não me deixa muito melhor. Estou neste curso simplesmente porque acho piada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que ajuda saber escrever em bom português. E ter um interesse acima da média acima sobre o que se passa no mundo - de uma forma geral. Gosto especialmente de saber a quantas anda o estado do jornalismo, com a invasão da Internet e o sem-fim de novas soluções para veicular a informação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de pessoas, particularmente. De falar com elas, de saber o que se passa, o que está errado, o que devia ser assim e aconteceu de outra forma. As pessoas são riquíssimas; são, ao fim e ao cabo, a fonte primária de toda informação. E prefiro muito mais comunicar com elas do que viver frente a papéis e écrans de computadores, frios e impessoais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No trabalho para Área de Projecto, o meu grupo descreveu os jornalistas como "coscuvilheiros profissionais". E acho que é isso mesmo. Depois de três anos de estudo, o reforço da leitura de jornais, alguma pesquisa e as primeiras experiências, ganha-se algum bom senso para distinguir o tal &lt;i&gt;interesse público&lt;/i&gt; - aprende-se a &lt;i&gt;fofocar&lt;/i&gt; os acontecimentos que as pessoas precisam saber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por fim, claro, gosto do plano de estudos. São cadeiras úteis, não muito complicadas, com algum trabalho (mas nada que nos mate) e bastante interesse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, acho que é isso. Depois de um ano e meio neste curso, ainda não me desiludi e tenho-me safado bem. Acima de tudo, gosto do que estou a estudar e não penso em seguir outra coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E acho que, afinal de contas, não é mau de todo escolher uma profissão por lhe achar piada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-6118436299246141523?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/6118436299246141523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/11/como-vim-parar-este-curso.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/6118436299246141523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/6118436299246141523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/11/como-vim-parar-este-curso.html' title='Como vim parar a este curso.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-6634285807395453758</id><published>2009-11-24T22:13:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-09-20T01:07:38.414+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='universidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinião'/><title type='text'>A tua opinião não conta.</title><content type='html'>Hoje em dia, toda a gente pode tornar público o que pensa com muita facilidade. “Qualquer indivíduo é mais importante do que a Via Láctea”, dizia o jornalista brasileiro Nelson Rodrigues, que ilustra bem as motivações de um sem-fim de opiniões publicadas online. Poluição informativa. As pessoas perdem cada vez mais o bom senso de se manterem caladas quando não percebem do assunto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chegada da Internet e dos blogs levou a que milhões de pessoas criassem "o seu espaço" para deixarem lá "um bocadinho de si". Ainda acho que aqueles blogs meio artísticos ou para falar sobre banalidades do dia-a-dia são dos males o menor. Irritam-me um pouco mais aqueles que se propõem a dar "um olhar sobre o mundo", o tipo de coisa que, normalmente, não interessaria a ninguém. Costuma ser gente que não tem idade, nem experiência, nem formação, ou seja, autoridade nenhuma para falar sobre o que fala. Pessoas que acabaram de entrar ou sair da Universidade, tiveram &lt;i&gt;meia-meia-dúzia&lt;/i&gt; de cadeiras sobre assuntos contemporâneos e acham que conhecem toda a verdade do mundo. Mandam uns pitacos sobre política, economia ou o que os EUA deviam fazer para desaparecer e o mundo ser um lugar melhor. E acham que resolvem num ápice todos os problemas do país.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As opiniões deviam ser novas, ser boas e vir com uma explicação incluída. Há muita gente que gosta de dizer coisas levianamente, perfeitas barbaridades, só porque sim, sem saber a história toda. Depois vem também a falta de moderação. Torço o nariz quando aparecem textos muito agressivos. Ainda por cima é uma coisa que está muito na moda (acho até que sempre esteve), ser muito radical e acusador, insultar toda a gente e querer que tudo seja diferente. Só que são agressivos com as mesmas coisas, da mesma forma, com os mesmos argumentos. Apoio a minha testa na mão enquanto abano a cabeça e não consigo ler o texto nem até metade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que falta, no fundo, é bom senso para discernir o que é – e quando se é – relevante. Dispensava também a presunção de algumas pessoas, a linguagem muito mais cara do que o que é preciso, textos que não servem para nada, de autores que acham que são extremamente úteis e diferentes de tudo. Se fossem tão bons, não era só num blog onde publicariam as suas opiniões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Termino com outra citação do Nelson Rodrigues: “Sou reaccionário. Minha reacção é contra tudo que não presta”. E concluo, aliás, que a existência deste texto é, em si, uma contradição. Ninguém quer saber a opinião (revoltada, ainda por cima) de uma estudante do Ensino Superior, a não ser que esteja a escrever sobre um assunto que já lhe deu algum prémio ou coisa do género, o que não é o caso. Tenho que tratar disso. Quem sabe um dia convidam-me para falar de jornalismo e Internet. Pena que a minha consciência não me permita aceitar. Além dos próprios jornalistas e de uma fatia residual de população &lt;i&gt;elitista&lt;/i&gt;, quem se interessaria por isso no nosso país?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Trabalho para TEJ. Crónica.] &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-6634285807395453758?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/6634285807395453758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/11/tua-opiniao-nao-conta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/6634285807395453758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/6634285807395453758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/11/tua-opiniao-nao-conta.html' title='A tua opinião não conta.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-8744945197680070503</id><published>2009-11-22T22:30:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:49:43.971Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>Lembro-me</title><content type='html'>De ver a rua das Galerias de Paris e não saber onde ficava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi no tempo em que apanhava o metro até à Baixa e andava por ali sem saber por onde ia. Geralmente não sabia como voltar aos lugares. Só sabia o caminho até Cedofeita, para as minhas visitas solitárias ao Artes em Partes. Ficava sempre muito tempo no último andar, entre as exposições do Adorna Corações e a antiga Embaixada Lomográfica do Porto. Sentia aquela magia de quem espera pacientemente por um presente, o sonho de ter uma daquelas máquinas bizarras, aqueles acessórios diferentes que não via em mais lado nenhum. Fui lá várias vezes, só para olhar para elas, mas passaram-se ainda dois anos até ter uma nas mãos, já a embaixada tinha mudado duas vezes de lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois, havia aquela rua tão bonita, com aquelas árvores de folhas amarelas caídas no chão. Ainda não havia cafés populares, e nunca vi ninguém a andar ali. Eram os momentos em que mais queria uma máquina fotográfica, para guardar uma das fotografias mais bonitas do &lt;i&gt;meu&lt;/i&gt; Porto. Hoje passei por lá e desconfio que, afinal, estou a falar da Cândido dos Reis. Mas, para mim, aquela rua há-de ser sempre um cheirinho de Paris que me aparecia de surpresa quando estava a andar pelo não-sabia-onde do Porto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois vieram os amigos, a companhia. Os estudos. A rotina. Já conheço aquelas ruas de cor, coincidências da vida e tenho que passar por lá quase todos os dias. Só que já custa um pouco virar a cabeça e lembrar outros tempos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje virei-me. Hoje olhei para o lado. Lá estava ela, a Galerias de Paris que às vezes, afinal, era Cândido dos Reis, as árvores em álea só de um lado da rua, as folhas no chão, deserta, como sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tirei a supersampler da carteira e, desta vez, disparei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-8744945197680070503?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/8744945197680070503/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/11/lembro-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/8744945197680070503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/8744945197680070503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/11/lembro-me.html' title='Lembro-me'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-8140357357260097677</id><published>2009-11-15T21:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-15T21:36:41.086Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little toys'/><title type='text'>Little Toys.</title><content type='html'>Tenho ouvido muito disto também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://littletoysmusic.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/portada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://littletoysmusic.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/portada.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://www.myspace.com/littletoysmusic"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;http://www.myspace.com/littletoysmusic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-8140357357260097677?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/8140357357260097677/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-toys.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/8140357357260097677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/8140357357260097677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-toys.html' title='Little Toys.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-9217180241763984685</id><published>2009-11-15T21:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-15T21:42:31.188Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bilhetes'/><title type='text'>Depois da peça no TeCA,</title><content type='html'>Voltei a ganhar bilhetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antestreia do filme "Tetro", do Coppola, nos Cinemas Cidade do Porto. Cortesia do &lt;a href="http://cineclubefdup.blogspot.com/2009/11/oferta-de-convites.html"&gt;cineclube FDUP&lt;/a&gt;. Oh yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-9217180241763984685?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/9217180241763984685/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/11/depois-da-peca-no-teca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/9217180241763984685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/9217180241763984685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/11/depois-da-peca-no-teca.html' title='Depois da peça no TeCA,'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-579347367680627999</id><published>2009-11-13T23:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-13T23:42:16.532Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><title type='text'>Melhor do que isso,</title><content type='html'>Só o &lt;a href="http://www.ionline.pt/conteudo/32704-cavalos-alcool-e-agro-betos-uma-mistura-explosiva"&gt;melhor artigo&lt;/a&gt; de sempre no &lt;b&gt;i&lt;/b&gt;online (...not not not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i = antro da bizarrice&lt;/i&gt; (constatação feita pela Renata, com a qual concordo plenamente).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-579347367680627999?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/579347367680627999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/11/melhor-do-que-isso.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/579347367680627999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/579347367680627999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/11/melhor-do-que-isso.html' title='Melhor do que isso,'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-5578054384603661335</id><published>2009-11-03T21:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:04:02.496Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='público'/><title type='text'>De facto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jornal.publico.clix.pt/noticia/03-11-2009/a-joana-da-papoila-que-ganhou-a-camarada-trofatitulo-secundario-para-texto--relacionadonoticia-secundaria-ligada-a-outra-noticia-nivel-a-ou-ba-joana-do-cafe-que-ganhoua-camarada-trofa-18136518.htm"&gt;Melhor notícia&lt;/a&gt; de sempre no Público Online (...not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também repararam &lt;a href="http://www.blasfemias.net/2009/11/03/o-novo-publico"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://blog.deixis.org/fait-divers/hipertexto/publico-online-conumsan-hent-er-incipsustie-dolore-digna-core-volore-tat-accumsan-ero-dolor-sed-dolortio-ex-endrer-at-512.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-5578054384603661335?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/5578054384603661335/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/11/de-facto.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/5578054384603661335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/5578054384603661335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/11/de-facto.html' title='De facto...'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-6438862248480473661</id><published>2009-11-02T01:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-02T01:19:21.479Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pomplamoose'/><title type='text'>Pomplamoose.</title><content type='html'>Uma das pequenas e bonitas coisas que descobri hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fYy2p_0DVMU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fYy2p_0DVMU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-6438862248480473661?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/6438862248480473661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/11/pomplamoose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/6438862248480473661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/6438862248480473661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/11/pomplamoose.html' title='Pomplamoose.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-8869583677802503933</id><published>2009-11-02T01:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-02T01:10:54.724Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rádio'/><title type='text'>Depois de ganhar um bilhete</title><content type='html'>Para uma peça no TeCA, tenho as minhas esperanças renovadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ww1.rtp.pt/wportal/grupo/images/logos_icoorporativa/Antena%202%20RGB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="45" src="http://ww1.rtp.pt/wportal/grupo/images/logos_icoorporativa/Antena%202%20RGB.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Agora só ouço as estações da RDP. &lt;a href="http://tv1.rtp.pt/wportal/popups/player.php?canal=2"&gt;Ouçam&lt;/a&gt; vocês também!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-8869583677802503933?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/8869583677802503933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/11/depois-de-ganhar-um-bilhete.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/8869583677802503933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/8869583677802503933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/11/depois-de-ganhar-um-bilhete.html' title='Depois de ganhar um bilhete'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-1474697037375307824</id><published>2009-11-01T11:45:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-11-02T01:49:41.811Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seis meses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dia feliz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Hoje foi</title><content type='html'>Um dia feliz. Particularmente devido às últimas duas horas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje foi o dia em que comemorámos os nossos primeiros seis meses. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-1474697037375307824?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/1474697037375307824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/11/hoje-foi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/1474697037375307824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/1474697037375307824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/11/hoje-foi.html' title='Hoje foi'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-4800428718198874170</id><published>2009-10-31T00:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:30:55.173Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><title type='text'>O blogger tem</title><content type='html'>Uma nova barra de ferramentas de edição de postagem. Cinza-claro, muito bonita e muito moderna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais ainda não me explicou porque é que não consigo mostrar as tags logo a seguir aos posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-4800428718198874170?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/4800428718198874170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-blogger-tem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/4800428718198874170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/4800428718198874170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-blogger-tem.html' title='O blogger tem'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-5912577422473397558</id><published>2009-10-28T21:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:11:46.087Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='supermercado'/><title type='text'>Hoje fui ao Pingo Doce.</title><content type='html'>Comprei shampoo (para dar super volume ao meu cabelo) e um bloquinho em tamanho A7 (para ser super prático e tirar super notas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que sou absolutamente descontrolada quando vou ao &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt;mercado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-5912577422473397558?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/5912577422473397558/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/10/hoje-fui-ao-pingo-doce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/5912577422473397558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/5912577422473397558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/10/hoje-fui-ao-pingo-doce.html' title='Hoje fui ao Pingo Doce.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-5721917263776634985</id><published>2009-10-28T20:12:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:07:31.260Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autocarro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antena 3'/><title type='text'>Andar de autocarro.</title><content type='html'>Hoje acho que ultrapassou todos os limites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de uma fila enorme encher um autocarro inteiro - daqueles duplos - logo no ponto de partida, acabei por apanhar o autocarro vazio que vinha logo atrás. Esperava-me, de qualquer forma, um longo caminho. Ontem à noite demorei 20min a fazer o mesmo percurso. Hoje, a viagem demorou 52min. Da Praça da Liberdade até à Rotunda do Lavrador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52min é o tempo aproximado de uma aula de Orientação Tutorial na faculdade. Também podia fazer umas 50 filas de tricot. Ou ouvir dois (ou três) álbuns de música. Resolvi ouvir a Antena 3, mas foi por não ter comigo a agenda onde escrevi as frequências das estações de rádio (de cor só sei a TSF, que é a que o meu pai ouve). Não foi assim tão mau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas também não foi muito muito bom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-5721917263776634985?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/5721917263776634985/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/10/andar-de-autocarro.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/5721917263776634985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/5721917263776634985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/10/andar-de-autocarro.html' title='Andar de autocarro.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-6038100409401759</id><published>2009-10-26T11:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:59:26.751Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jornalismo'/><title type='text'>Os jornalistas da antiga geração</title><content type='html'>Andam todos &lt;a href="http://www.meiosepublicidade.pt/2008/03/14/a-ansiedade-dos-jornalistas/"&gt;com medo&lt;/a&gt; de perder o emprego com a cena das novas tecnologias. Os jornalistas da nova geração andam todos com medo de não arranjar emprego porque não há muito espaço no mercado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pior disto é que todos temos razão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-6038100409401759?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/6038100409401759/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/10/os-jornalistas-da-antiga-geracao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/6038100409401759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/6038100409401759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/10/os-jornalistas-da-antiga-geracao.html' title='Os jornalistas da antiga geração'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-6770894438478303795</id><published>2009-10-25T12:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-25T16:15:24.660Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/SuREnttOs3I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/uKgTnx7onVM/s1600-h/Amelie_494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/SuREnttOs3I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/uKgTnx7onVM/s320/Amelie_494.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396513702571586418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/SuREnnNyqLI/AAAAAAAAAeY/JeGK3A1LyS8/s1600-h/Amelie_498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/SuREnnNyqLI/AAAAAAAAAeY/JeGK3A1LyS8/s320/Amelie_498.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396513700829112498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/SuREn9FCnKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Z0195JiVFWU/s1600-h/Amelie_517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/SuREn9FCnKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Z0195JiVFWU/s320/Amelie_517.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396513706697989282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Um amor assim... sim. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-6770894438478303795?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/6770894438478303795/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-amor-assim.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/6770894438478303795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/6770894438478303795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-amor-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/SuREnttOs3I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/uKgTnx7onVM/s72-c/Amelie_494.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-8814800463614177456</id><published>2009-10-19T01:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T01:51:28.718+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rick astley'/><title type='text'>Rick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/Stu14shjYsI/AAAAAAAAAeI/WGKu7qKEBPM/s1600-h/tumblr_rickrolld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 157px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/Stu14shjYsI/AAAAAAAAAeI/WGKu7qKEBPM/s400/tumblr_rickrolld.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394104964335493826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://ilovecharts.tumblr.com/post/212892518"&gt;I Love Charts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-8814800463614177456?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/8814800463614177456/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/10/rick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/8814800463614177456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/8814800463614177456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/10/rick.html' title='Rick.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/Stu14shjYsI/AAAAAAAAAeI/WGKu7qKEBPM/s72-c/tumblr_rickrolld.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-2291119448881991104</id><published>2009-10-18T12:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T12:51:53.524+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='u2'/><title type='text'>Os U2 esgotaram os bilhetes para o concerto</title><content type='html'>Em apenas 6 horas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou particularmente fã de U2. São porreirinhos, tocam bem, têm músicas que toda a gente conhece (menos uma rapariga de Sevilha, mas essa tem só 14 anos e anda de skate) e um vocalista que é menos conhecido pela sua &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bono Vox&lt;/span&gt; do que pelas obras sociais que faz. Vá lá, até têm uma carreira de uns trinta anos e quase vinte discos. E milhões de fãs por todo o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, ainda assim, um exagero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-2291119448881991104?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/2291119448881991104/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/10/os-u2-esgotaram-os-bilhetes-para-o.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/2291119448881991104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/2291119448881991104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/10/os-u2-esgotaram-os-bilhetes-para-o.html' title='Os U2 esgotaram os bilhetes para o concerto'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-3377701066540592472</id><published>2009-10-16T08:44:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T11:05:17.029Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wikipedia'/><title type='text'>Afinal, a wikipédia é fiável.</title><content type='html'>O professor acabou de o dizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio de uma aula ensonada, aprendemos que devemos verificar sempre quem escreveu as páginas, quando foram alteradas, se há publicidade e se há outras fontes que confirmem o conteúdo. A wikipédia obedece, normalmente, a todos estes parâmetros. Tomem lá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-3377701066540592472?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/3377701066540592472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/10/afinal-wikipedia-e-fiavel.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/3377701066540592472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/3377701066540592472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/10/afinal-wikipedia-e-fiavel.html' title='Afinal, a wikipédia é fiável.'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935539114641087724.post-2759610850874085743</id><published>2009-10-12T21:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:30:14.210+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciência política'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='universidade'/><title type='text'>Não sucumbi,</title><content type='html'>Mas estive quase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O trabalho está feito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935539114641087724-2759610850874085743?l=umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/feeds/2759610850874085743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/10/nao-sucumbi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/2759610850874085743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935539114641087724/posts/default/2759610850874085743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umabecaderebeca.blogspot.com/2009/10/nao-sucumbi.html' title='Não sucumbi,'/><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584868876806681856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWlQ3eII1dM/TENmG-DM9TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EH-B4PkDtTA/s1600-R/28974_384100287562_626452562_4302875_6587351_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
