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Mais pobre que essa rima, destruidora da autoestima de qualquer escritor brasileiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livrarias que vendem ao mesmo preço de sempre, nem uma oferta interessante.&lt;br /&gt;Editoras com as bancas de encalhes expostos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vários estandes vendendo o que ousam chamar de literatura infantil, pilhas com "ofertas" que variam de R$3,00 a R$5,00, coisas de plástico misturadas a encartes com capa dura de versões de histórias, mal escritas, mal traduzidas, mal ilustradas, pasteurizadas, edições de mais de vinte anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Bieber em tamanho real, Hanna Montana, Demi Lovato, Jonas Brothers, Selena Gomes, todos presentes em biografias, posters e revistas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um desrespeito às pessoas que buscam no espaço um evento de literatura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que bobagem essas excursões, as crianças ficam alucinadas com o excesso de gente circulando pelos corredores, o serviço de alto-falantes não para de anunciar alunos que se perdem de seus grupos. Sem orientação, sem guias, sem noção do que está acontecendo, as turmas andam sem rumo e sem nenhum objetivo entre os estandes das editoras. É a falsa ideia de que estão fazendo um passeio cultural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A escola da minha filha participou, minha filha não foi. A melhor amiga dela comprou uma biografia da Lady Gaga e um poster manero do Restart. E o mais legal de tudo foram os "caritchas" da outra escola que ela conheceu.&lt;br /&gt;Socorro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa medonha é o ataque dos vendedores de assinaturas de revistas, principalmente os da Abril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Já pegou o seu brinde?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os corredores onde eles ficam é um funil, só passa um transeunte de cada vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vendedores de enciclopédias. Vendedores de livros em branco, sim, você escreve, sendo ou não sendo um escritor, com certeza a sua vida dá um livro.&lt;br /&gt;Depois você vende para a sua família e amigos. 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/S7vjclSjlMI/AAAAAAAAAN8/L0_I03ZaTXM/s320/plantao.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: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moscas de Plantão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bem observou dona Raimunda,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No seu tempo de menina, as moscas dormiam mais cedo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Segundo ela, a culpa é da luz elétrica.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acredita que as moscas de hoje ficaram confusas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela conta que as moscas de antigamente dormiam &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pousadas nas cordas de estender roupa, feito galinhas no &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;poleiro, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dando sossego durante toda a noite.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas eu sou da seguinte opinião:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As moscas continuam as mesmas... sem confusão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que mudou, mesmo, foi a necessidade do plantão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapWTL8PT-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/eHj9r3ZVK9A/S220/ana25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779339249924235061.post-1974274735022775152</id><published>2009-10-13T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:14:37.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 Minutos -  Para Li e Ju'/><title type='text'>5 Minutos -  Para Li e Ju</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J_DJpYo0l28&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J_DJpYo0l28&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Com direito a oniguiri!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779339249924235061-1974274735022775152?l=oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/1974274735022775152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/10/5-minutos-para-li-e-ju_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/1974274735022775152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/1974274735022775152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/10/5-minutos-para-li-e-ju_13.html' title='5 Minutos -  Para Li e Ju'/><author><name>Ana Lasevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04074647236030665604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapWTL8PT-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/eHj9r3ZVK9A/S220/ana25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779339249924235061.post-8119487716468717809</id><published>2009-09-20T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:00:56.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bill Viola - A gênesE da expressão capturada no tempo'/><title type='text'>Bill Viola - A gênese da expressão capturada no tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Quando você torna uma experiência mais lenta, você abre essa coisa e a torna possível de ser penetrada e ser percebida. Como um sorriso rápido, um pequeno sorriso, que na vida real dura dois segundos, eu com a minha câmera fazemos durar dois minutos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; (Bill Viola)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MR9av-I35ME&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MR9av-I35ME&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A antiga iconografia cristã como referência e a reconstituição, adaptada ao presente, é o mote de uma série de vídeos de Bill Viola. Um desafio na captura da emoção representada. Um jogo com o tempo. Em segundos, apesar da câmera lenta, o artista nos lança a um passado remoto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SraFo8zHDII/AAAAAAAAANk/GoomRUJ68q8/s1600-h/VisitationPONTORMO1529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SraFo8zHDII/AAAAAAAAANk/GoomRUJ68q8/s320/VisitationPONTORMO1529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383637343129767042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dg0IyGUVXaQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dg0IyGUVXaQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Vídeo inspirado na pintura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Visitação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; de Pontormo (1494-1557).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779339249924235061-8119487716468717809?l=oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/8119487716468717809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/09/bill-viola-genesi-da-expressao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/8119487716468717809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/8119487716468717809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/09/bill-viola-genesi-da-expressao.html' title='Bill Viola - A gênese da expressão capturada no tempo'/><author><name>Ana Lasevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04074647236030665604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapWTL8PT-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/eHj9r3ZVK9A/S220/ana25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SraFo8zHDII/AAAAAAAAANk/GoomRUJ68q8/s72-c/VisitationPONTORMO1529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779339249924235061.post-5387976917125279341</id><published>2009-09-20T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T10:39:23.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tudo é poesia menos a poesia'/><title type='text'>Tudo é poesia menos a poesia</title><content type='html'>A poesia e suas formas de expressão.&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava pesquisando sobre o trabalho de Bill Viola, e encontrei essa série de vídeos.&lt;br /&gt;É incrível, um curso sobre vídeo-arte, vídeo-poesia, poesia experimental, enfim, está lá disponível, muito bem produzido.&lt;br /&gt;Indispensável. Direto para os favoritos.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6376133&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6376133&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/6376133"&gt;Capítulo 11 - La poesía del vídeo&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1150228"&gt;Literalia Television&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em seguida posto sobre o Bill Viola.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779339249924235061-5387976917125279341?l=oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/5387976917125279341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/09/tudo-e-poesia-menos-poesia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/5387976917125279341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/5387976917125279341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/09/tudo-e-poesia-menos-poesia.html' title='Tudo é poesia menos a poesia'/><author><name>Ana Lasevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04074647236030665604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapWTL8PT-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/eHj9r3ZVK9A/S220/ana25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779339249924235061.post-7313032628700643651</id><published>2009-09-18T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:00:53.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ainda Novela'/><title type='text'>Ainda novela</title><content type='html'>Outra coisa interessante na novela de Manoel Carlos é a presença de Maria Gadú na trilha sonora.&lt;br /&gt;Essa moça vai surpreender o Brasil com sua voz e musicalidade. &lt;br /&gt;Além de cantar, ela toca e compõe. Letras maduras para uma compositora tão jovem.  Melodias marcantes.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui minha favorita:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/POSD7hv0STs&amp;hl=en&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/POSD7hv0STs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já tinha visto Maria Gadú, ainda Maíra, cantar em um barzinho, ao lado do Guarani, antes dos ouvidos globais a terem descoberto. Miudinha, magrinha, soltou a voz e virou gigante. Voz de presença, que contraria a lei da física que afirma que dois corpos não podem ocupar o mesmo espaço ao mesmo tempo. A voz da menina pode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779339249924235061-7313032628700643651?l=oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/7313032628700643651/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/09/ainda-novela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/7313032628700643651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/7313032628700643651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/09/ainda-novela.html' title='Ainda novela'/><author><name>Ana Lasevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04074647236030665604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapWTL8PT-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/eHj9r3ZVK9A/S220/ana25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779339249924235061.post-3212155630016246093</id><published>2009-09-14T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T19:06:26.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autor Desconhecido'/><title type='text'>Autor Desconhecido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/Sq8CuzShBVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-KcyUcNu6qc/s1600-h/multitud-antonio-saura-1982-custom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/Sq8CuzShBVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-KcyUcNu6qc/s320/multitud-antonio-saura-1982-custom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381523082796139858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Multitud. 1982. Antonio Saura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo o que me dá na telha&lt;br /&gt;Goteira&lt;br /&gt;Rimo pobre&lt;br /&gt;Miséria e histeria&lt;br /&gt;Falo de mim&lt;br /&gt;pé quebrado&lt;br /&gt;engessado&lt;br /&gt;ximfrim&lt;br /&gt;superficial&lt;br /&gt;patético&lt;br /&gt;volto sempre&lt;br /&gt;a falar de mim&lt;br /&gt;em cada texto&lt;br /&gt;se morre&lt;br /&gt;em cada texto&lt;br /&gt;se mata&lt;br /&gt;num anonimato sem fim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779339249924235061-3212155630016246093?l=oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/3212155630016246093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/09/autor-desconhecido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/3212155630016246093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/3212155630016246093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/09/autor-desconhecido.html' title='Autor Desconhecido'/><author><name>Ana Lasevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04074647236030665604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapWTL8PT-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/eHj9r3ZVK9A/S220/ana25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/Sq8CuzShBVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-KcyUcNu6qc/s72-c/multitud-antonio-saura-1982-custom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779339249924235061.post-5920045696004531310</id><published>2009-09-13T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:00:29.795-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guto Lacaz - Máquina V'/><title type='text'>Máquina V - Guto Lacaz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Máquina V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei faz pouco do Teatro da Aliança Francesa, onde fui com a família ver o espetáculo do Guto Lacaz.&lt;br /&gt;Gostamos muito. Guto Lacaz leva para o palco parte do cotidiano eletrônico e suas traquitanas, apresentando situações totalmente bizarras. &lt;br /&gt;Humor inteligente e muita plasticidade em cada quadro. Afinal, é o Guto Lacaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Guto Lacaz em Máquina V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="457" height="368"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://storage.mais.uol.com.br/embed.swf?mediaId=322603&amp;start_loading=false&amp;start_paused=true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;embed width="457" height="368" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="window" src="http://storage.mais.uol.com.br/embed.swf?mediaId=322603&amp;start_loading=false&amp;start_paused=true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&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/2779339249924235061-5920045696004531310?l=oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/5920045696004531310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/09/maquina-v-guto-lacaz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/5920045696004531310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/5920045696004531310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/09/maquina-v-guto-lacaz.html' title='Máquina V - Guto Lacaz'/><author><name>Ana Lasevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04074647236030665604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapWTL8PT-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/eHj9r3ZVK9A/S220/ana25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779339249924235061.post-6888957611390109763</id><published>2009-09-12T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T18:07:49.778-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viver a Vida - Novela'/><title type='text'>Viver a Vida</title><content type='html'>Mal plagiando Vinícius:&lt;br /&gt;Novelas, melhor não vê-las, mas se não as vemos como sabê-las?&lt;br /&gt;Há muito tempo que vejo o primeiro, o do meio, e o último capítulo das novelas. Só para não ficar totalmente por fora.&lt;br /&gt;Porém, agora, acho que vou estender um pouco mais esse mísero tempo que dedico à teledramaturgia brasileira. Tempo esse que já foi muito maior na época em que tínhamos Janette Clair, Ivani Ribeiro e Dias Gomes. A razão: Laércio de Freitas, o “Tio” está no elenco da novela Viver a Vida, fazendo o papel de pai da protagonista, e o mais incrível de tudo é que interpretará um pianista! Espero que a trilha musical da novela esteja à altura do grande maestro e pianista que ele é na vida real.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que se depender dele teremos a novela com a melhor trilha sonora de todos os tempos.&lt;br /&gt;Beijo Laércio, beijo Pick, segunda volto a ver novela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/erp2kVg4N4w&amp;hl=pt-br&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/erp2kVg4N4w&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;Além disso, outro motivo forte que tenho para ver "Viver a Vida" é que já na terça-feira, no segundo capítulo da trama, a minha amiga Jéssica vai dar um depoimento sobre a Síndrome de Williams. O próprio Manoel Carlos entrou em contato com a Jô, que é mãe da Jéssica e presidente da &lt;a href="http://www.swbrasil.org.br/site/default.php?cod=caracteristicas"&gt;Associação Brasileira da Síndrome de Williams&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Quem puder ver, veja. A Síndrome de Williams é pouco conhecida no Brasil, embora afete uma em cada 20.000 pessoas; o diagnóstico em geral é tardio, o que acaba prejudicando muito o desenvolvimento físico e social deste grupo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779339249924235061-6888957611390109763?l=oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/6888957611390109763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/09/viver-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/6888957611390109763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/6888957611390109763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/09/viver-vida.html' title='Viver a Vida'/><author><name>Ana Lasevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04074647236030665604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapWTL8PT-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/eHj9r3ZVK9A/S220/ana25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779339249924235061.post-5957075604370049228</id><published>2009-09-06T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:41:40.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tango de la Separación'/><title type='text'>Tango de la separación</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SqSq88M8NCI/AAAAAAAAAMk/5ypbof3e0kk/s1600-h/9046-jacob-wrestling-with-the-angel-eug-ne-delacroix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SqSq88M8NCI/AAAAAAAAAMk/5ypbof3e0kk/s320/9046-jacob-wrestling-with-the-angel-eug-ne-delacroix.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378611818916492322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Jacó e o Anjo - Delacroix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tango de la separación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Gosto de música&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;da palavra afinada&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;da nota afiada&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Nota que divide o mundo &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;em duas partes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Os de Lá e os de Mi&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;De mi corazón&lt;/p&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/2779339249924235061-5957075604370049228?l=oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/5957075604370049228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/09/tango-de-la-separacion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/5957075604370049228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/5957075604370049228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/09/tango-de-la-separacion.html' title='Tango de la separación'/><author><name>Ana Lasevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04074647236030665604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapWTL8PT-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/eHj9r3ZVK9A/S220/ana25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SqSq88M8NCI/AAAAAAAAAMk/5ypbof3e0kk/s72-c/9046-jacob-wrestling-with-the-angel-eug-ne-delacroix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779339249924235061.post-3913653240871038037</id><published>2009-09-06T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:06:49.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bills Nichols'/><title type='text'>Bill Nichols</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SqSf1gOiw7I/AAAAAAAAAME/n6ZbDt_q5N0/s1600-h/IMG_0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SqSf1gOiw7I/AAAAAAAAAME/n6ZbDt_q5N0/s320/IMG_0419.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378599596520031154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Foto Ana Lasevicius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bill Nichols em "Os Documentários Aprendem a Falar" e "A Reconstituição no Documentário: Recriando o Passado", palestras ministradas na Cultura Inglesa, no semestre passado. Aproveitei a ocasião para pedir ao professor que autografasse a minha pequena câmera, lugar melhor impossível, concordam? Gravei o momento em outra câmera de vídeo.&lt;a href="http://http://bitsmag.com.br/200905121687/imagem/bill-nichols-faz-palestras-no-brasil-no-festival-cultura-inglesa.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://bitsmag.com.br/200905121687/imagem/bill-nichols-faz-palestras-no-brasil-no-festival-cultura-inglesa.html"&gt;Autoridade internacionalmente conhecida no campo do documentário e do filme etnográfico, professor de cinema na San Francisco State University, onde também dirige o programa de pós-graduação em Estudos Cinematográficos, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bill Nichols é também autor dos livros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Introdução ao Documentário,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Representing Reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blurred Boundaries.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;As palestras valeram por um ano de de aula. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;  font-style: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SqSgSWLzYVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/LzOw0WbH6iQ/s1600-h/IMG_1048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SqSgSWLzYVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/LzOw0WbH6iQ/s320/IMG_1048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378600092040388946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779339249924235061-3913653240871038037?l=oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/3913653240871038037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/09/bill-nichols.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/3913653240871038037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/3913653240871038037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/09/bill-nichols.html' title='Bill Nichols'/><author><name>Ana Lasevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04074647236030665604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapWTL8PT-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/eHj9r3ZVK9A/S220/ana25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SqSf1gOiw7I/AAAAAAAAAME/n6ZbDt_q5N0/s72-c/IMG_0419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779339249924235061.post-5880532723159586815</id><published>2009-05-01T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:01:48.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O fusca do DIGÃO e o fusca do SIRI</title><content type='html'>Dei um tempo nas postagens, mas hoje não resisti. No meio da pesquisa para o documentário "Homem-Carro", encontrei o  percussionista Siri. Semana passada entrevistei um grupo de corredores de fusca, entre eles o mecânico Digão, que falou da importância do som do motor. Na mão do Digão as máquinas ficam turbinadas, mas no caso do Siri, a máquina recebe uma ferradinha, e é daí que o músico tira parte de sua composição. 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Teremos uma saída?&lt;br /&gt;Chegou o dia, hoje o trânsito começa na sua garagem.&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta mais deixar o orgulho de lado, e tentar a saída dos fundos, ela também está fechada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TtCJteY3D7c&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TtCJteY3D7c&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2779339249924235061-3118757445397065808?l=oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/3118757445397065808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/04/cidade-esta-cada-vez-mais-intransitavel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/3118757445397065808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/3118757445397065808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/04/cidade-esta-cada-vez-mais-intransitavel.html' title='Tá na Roda - Documentário'/><author><name>Ana Lasevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04074647236030665604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapWTL8PT-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/eHj9r3ZVK9A/S220/ana25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779339249924235061.post-7838926946673040778</id><published>2009-03-28T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:37:58.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modas de Viola'/><title type='text'>Modas de Viola -Tão perto e tão distante</title><content type='html'>Darko Rundek - Croácia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WIcj5aXgH3I&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&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/WIcj5aXgH3I&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" 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;Almir Sater - Brasil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_Er60EG4Rg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&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/2_Er60EG4Rg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/2779339249924235061-7838926946673040778?l=oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/7838926946673040778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/03/moda-de-viola.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/7838926946673040778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/7838926946673040778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/03/moda-de-viola.html' title='Modas de Viola -Tão perto e tão distante'/><author><name>Ana Lasevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04074647236030665604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapWTL8PT-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/eHj9r3ZVK9A/S220/ana25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779339249924235061.post-8352246667835976555</id><published>2009-03-22T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:23:37.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esbjörn Svensson'/><title type='text'>Esbjörn Svensson</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1S8Pb3Rt18U&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&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/1S8Pb3Rt18U&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" 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;Svensson nasceu em 16 de Abril de 1964 em Västeras, Suécia.&lt;br /&gt;Filho de uma pianista dedicada à música clássica e de um pai entusiasta do jazz, Esbjörn Svensson começou sua vida musical na adolescência, quando montou com seus colegas de escola uma banda de rock. Depois desta fase, Esbjörn Svensson estudou piano clássico antes de se entregar ao jazz. Não é à toa que Svensson produziu um jazz que incorporou rock contemporâneo, elementos da música clássica, e que tem traços melódicos significativos da música folclórica escandinava.&lt;br /&gt;Esbjörn Svensson era o líder do &lt;a href="http://www.est-music.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esbjörn Svensson Trio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Esbjörn Svensson (piano), Dan Berglund (double bass) e Magnus Ostrom (bateria). O Trio que era popularmente conhecido como &lt;strong&gt;EST&lt;/strong&gt; teve 12 álbuns gravados. Em seus últimos trabalhos o trio estava experimentando a integração do eletrônico no contexto acústico do jazz. &lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente, em junho de 2008, aos 44 anos, Svensson sofreu um acidente fatal durante um mergulho. &lt;br /&gt;A sua premiada obra, e o seu nome reconhecido como um dos melhores do jazz ficaram, e ainda serão bastante ouvidos por esse mundo afora. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XMCkSuaBMbU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&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/XMCkSuaBMbU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" 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;&lt;br /&gt;Vale a pena ver, também, esse outro vídeo deles, que não está disponível para a incorporação, mas pode ser visto diretamente no Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?gl=BR&amp;hl=pt&amp;v=5mr9Ahdvpbo"&gt;Goldwrap&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?gl=BR&amp;hl=pt&amp;v=5mr9Ahdvpbo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779339249924235061-8352246667835976555?l=oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/8352246667835976555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/03/esbjorn-svensson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/8352246667835976555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/8352246667835976555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/03/esbjorn-svensson.html' title='Esbjörn Svensson'/><author><name>Ana Lasevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04074647236030665604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapWTL8PT-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/eHj9r3ZVK9A/S220/ana25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779339249924235061.post-6082183384626209209</id><published>2009-03-22T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:34:35.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='É feia. Mas é realmente uma flor.'/><title type='text'>É feia. Mas é realmente uma flor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SccWt3mo-rI/AAAAAAAAAL0/WaezmC5zWUw/s1600-h/flor2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SccWt3mo-rI/AAAAAAAAAL0/WaezmC5zWUw/s320/flor2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316242862410103474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Ana Lasevicius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma flor nasceu na rua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passem de longe, bondes, ônibus, rio de aço do tráfego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma flor ainda desbotada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilude a polícia, rompe o asfalto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Façam completo silêncio, paralisem os negócios,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;garanto que uma flor nasceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sua cor não se percebe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suas pétalas não se abrem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu nome não está nos livros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É feia. Mas é realmente uma flor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Flor e A Náusea&lt;/strong&gt; (trecho do poema)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779339249924235061-6082183384626209209?l=oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/6082183384626209209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/03/uma-flor-nasceu-na-rua-passem-de-longe_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/6082183384626209209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/6082183384626209209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/03/uma-flor-nasceu-na-rua-passem-de-longe_22.html' title='É feia. Mas é realmente uma flor.'/><author><name>Ana Lasevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04074647236030665604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapWTL8PT-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/eHj9r3ZVK9A/S220/ana25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SccWt3mo-rI/AAAAAAAAAL0/WaezmC5zWUw/s72-c/flor2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779339249924235061.post-5761823710681672345</id><published>2009-03-22T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:32:34.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cestas no Sábado'/><title type='text'>Cestas no Sábado</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SccSk_A-bTI/AAAAAAAAALs/2CLQmDYgsEU/s1600-h/Mis+e+Ju+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SccSk_A-bTI/AAAAAAAAALs/2CLQmDYgsEU/s320/Mis+e+Ju+053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316238311734275378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Ana Lasevicius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábado, região da 25 de março, a caminho de um encontro de colecionadores de carrinhos (miniaturas). Trânsito, gente de tudo que é canto do Brasil e do mundo!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779339249924235061-5761823710681672345?l=oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/5761823710681672345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/03/cestas-no-sabado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/5761823710681672345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/5761823710681672345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/03/cestas-no-sabado.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Cestas no Sábado&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Ana Lasevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04074647236030665604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapWTL8PT-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/eHj9r3ZVK9A/S220/ana25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SccSk_A-bTI/AAAAAAAAALs/2CLQmDYgsEU/s72-c/Mis+e+Ju+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779339249924235061.post-5793477209281686817</id><published>2009-03-22T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:19:51.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mummenschanz Sem Palavras'/><title type='text'>Mummenschanz - Sem Palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DAa_GvLnQik&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&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/DAa_GvLnQik&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" 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;A trupe foi fundada na Suiça, em 1972, pelos atores Bernie Schürch, Andres Bossard (1947-1992) e  Floriana Frassetto. &lt;a href="http://www.mummenschanz.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummenschanz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; trabalha com máscaras bizarras feitas de diversos tipos de materiais e de objetos de uso cotidiano, como fita crepe, saco de papel, bloco de papel, caixa de papelão, massa de modelar etc. Máscaras tridimensionais, modeláveis, esculturas que transformam os atores do &lt;a href="http://www.mummenschanz.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummenschanz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; em personagens mutantes. A mímica, a coreografia, a luz, a sombra, e a sonoplastia fazem parte do roteiro sem palavras deste teatro de máscaras que já tem quase quatro décadas de sucesso. Eles estiveram no Brasil na década de oitenta. &lt;br /&gt;Hoje o grupo é formado por Floriana Frassetto (Itália / E.U.A.), Bernie Schürch (Suíça), Raffaella Mattioli (Itália) Jakob Bentsen (Dinamarca) e Ueli Riegg ( diretor técnico e  designer de luz, Suíça).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779339249924235061-5793477209281686817?l=oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/5793477209281686817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/03/mummenschanz-sem-palavras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/5793477209281686817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/5793477209281686817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/03/mummenschanz-sem-palavras.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Mummenschanz&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;Sem Palavras&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Ana Lasevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04074647236030665604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapWTL8PT-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/eHj9r3ZVK9A/S220/ana25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779339249924235061.post-2361044936300210532</id><published>2009-03-17T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:02:17.271-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ataulfo Alves'/><title type='text'>Laranja Madura</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y9vBcAEtY3o&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&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/Y9vBcAEtY3o&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" 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;Viva Ataulfo Alves! &lt;br /&gt;A versão de Laranja Madura em Hebraico é apresentada por Uri Harpaz, músico e compositor que viveu durante um bom tempo no Brasil. A música faz parte do disco &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.songs.co.il/artist.asp?id_singer=324&amp;album_id=1007"&gt;Um Belo País Tropical &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;lançado por ele em 1977.&lt;br /&gt;Gostou, quer ouvir trechos do disco? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.songs.co.il/artist.asp?id_singer=324&amp;album_id=1007"&gt;"Um Belo País Tropical"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale conferir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779339249924235061-2361044936300210532?l=oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/2361044936300210532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/03/laranja-madura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/2361044936300210532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/2361044936300210532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/03/laranja-madura.html' title='Laranja Madura'/><author><name>Ana Lasevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04074647236030665604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapWTL8PT-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/eHj9r3ZVK9A/S220/ana25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779339249924235061.post-6310697244134641455</id><published>2009-03-12T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T02:14:35.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UrSonate'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UrSonate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rs0yapSIRmM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&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/rs0yapSIRmM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" 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;O prefixo &lt;strong&gt;UR&lt;/strong&gt; em alemão refere-se ao princípio de algo, à origem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ur&lt;/strong&gt;sonate é uma sonata que celebra a  voz. As palavras surgem quase acidentalmente, o significado quem dá é o som, é a voz humana com suas variações tonais, com suas oscilações, seus engasgos, suas gagueiras, ritmadas, interrompidas, repetidas. UrSonate é a sonata original, aquela feita de sons primais. Antes da linguagem. Letras escritas no papel são apenas representações gráficas, aguardam um solista que lhes dêem vida. &lt;br /&gt;Para cada leitura cabe uma interpretação. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ursonography - A nova UrSonate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usando um computador com um programa de reconhecimento de fala, um artista de animação gráfica dá movimento aos sons interpretados pelo solista. O artista produz imagens com as letras dos sons emitidos. As letras que formam palavras, sem sentido linguístico, giram, mudam de escala, despencam, se amontoam, se apagam, enfim, é uma criação imagética baseada na emoção sonora, na vibração e ritmos da interpretação poética. Uma câmera capta a imagem do solista e o computador une essa imagem à animação gráfica, chamadas, no caso, de legendas inteligentes, pois interagem com a performance, tudo criado e exibido em tempo real. &lt;br /&gt;Neste vídeo, assistimos à interpretação do poeta e vocalista holandês Jaap Blonk em 2007, no Artefact Festival.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779339249924235061-6310697244134641455?l=oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/6310697244134641455/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/03/ursonate-o-prefixo-ur-em-alemao-refere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/6310697244134641455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/6310697244134641455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/03/ursonate-o-prefixo-ur-em-alemao-refere.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Lasevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04074647236030665604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapWTL8PT-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/eHj9r3ZVK9A/S220/ana25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779339249924235061.post-5738325019369071168</id><published>2009-03-08T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T15:36:31.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o Cidadão GC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grzegorz z Ciechowa'/><title type='text'>Grzegorz z Ciechowa, o Cidadão GC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SbRDVloInrI/AAAAAAAAALk/9ePiaOSIhoc/s1600-h/RDX6Qf4Gf00xPGi_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SbRDVloInrI/AAAAAAAAALk/9ePiaOSIhoc/s320/RDX6Qf4Gf00xPGi_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310943898733420210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.respectance.com/Grzegorz_Ciechowski/photos/RDX6Qf4Gf00xPGi"&gt;foto - link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma do outro mundo, dessa vez uma composição que reúne música folclórica polonesa, eletrônico, coral de vozes infantis, acústico, uma doce flauta tocada pelo próprio Cidadão GC e, para completar, um solo de galo. &lt;br /&gt;Imagens do campo contrastam com o som tecnológico. Coisas simples e gente humilde que sabe viver com o essencial, num ritmo de vida lembrado nas trilhas percorridas por uma bicicleta, que cortam o campo. Lindo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t7_4gcjwbhk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&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/t7_4gcjwbhk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" 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;&lt;a href="http://www.ciechowski.art.pl/"&gt;Grzegorz z Ciechowa&lt;/a&gt;, polonês, nasceu em 29 de agosto de 1957 e faleceu em 22 de dezembro de 2001, em Varsóvia. Flautista e pianista com formação jazzística, compositor e poeta, Cidadão GC foi líder e vocalista do grupo &lt;em&gt;Republica&lt;/em&gt;. Artista popular, Grzegorz z Ciechowa, recebeu várias homenagens póstumas em seu país. Hoje, há na Polônia um prêmio em seu nome que prestigia o talento de jovens músicos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779339249924235061-5738325019369071168?l=oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/5738325019369071168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/03/grzegorz-z-ciechowa-o-cidadao-gc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/5738325019369071168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/5738325019369071168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/03/grzegorz-z-ciechowa-o-cidadao-gc.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Grzegorz z Ciechowa, o Cidadão GC&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Ana Lasevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04074647236030665604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapWTL8PT-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/eHj9r3ZVK9A/S220/ana25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SbRDVloInrI/AAAAAAAAALk/9ePiaOSIhoc/s72-c/RDX6Qf4Gf00xPGi_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779339249924235061.post-1599360686328654450</id><published>2009-03-04T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:54:21.716-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palindrome - Palíndroma - Palíndromo'/><title type='text'>Palindrome - Palíndroma - Palíndromo</title><content type='html'>Palíndromo - Ana Palíndroma&lt;br /&gt;É incrível podermos fazer com a imagem aquilo que a memória faz dentro da nossa cabeça (grande caverna).&lt;br /&gt;Mais incrível é perceber que a história da gente contada de trás pra frente ou de frente para trás tanto faz, porque o que conta mesmo é o agora, e o agora jaz. A cada segundo, a cada milésimo de segundo, o agora aqui e acolá jaz. &lt;br /&gt;E o que a gente sabe é aquilo em que a gente acredita, e nem sempre aquilo que a gente comprova. Então, se sou Ana ou anA, ou ainda  ana ou ANA não dá para provar. Acredito que tenho um nome, por isso atendo por ele sempre que alguém me chama. E se alguém me chama pelo meu nome, é porque deve acreditar que me chama como deve chamar, Ana, anA, ana , ANA, tanto faz, o que conta mesmo é acreditar. Porque o agora a cada segundo, a cada milésimo de segundo aqui jaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ER13JaVZXY4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&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/ER13JaVZXY4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pal%C3%ADndromo"&gt;palíndromo&lt;/a&gt; é uma palavra, frase ou qualquer outra sequência de unidades (como uma cadeia de ADN; Enzima de restrição) que tenha a propriedade de poder ser lida tanto da direita para a esquerda como da esquerda para a direita. Num palíndromo, normalmente são desconsiderados os sinais ortográficos (diacríticos ou de pontuação), assim como o espaços entre palavras.&lt;br /&gt;A palavra "palíndromo" vem das palavras gregas palin ("trás") e dromos ("corrida").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filme &lt;em&gt;Palíndromo&lt;/em&gt;  ganhou os prêmios de Melhor filme de cuta-metragem, melhor diretor: Philipe Barcinski, melhor montagem: &lt;a href="http://www.raimobenedetti.com/home.htm"&gt;Raimo Benedetti&lt;/a&gt;, e ainda recebeu o Prêmio da Crítica, em 2001, no Festival de Gramado.&lt;br /&gt;Já faz algum tempo que assisti Palindromo, provavelmente no Canal Brasil (não lembro ao certo a emissora), gostei muito, e agora estou tendo a honra de ser aluna do montador Raimo Benedetti.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779339249924235061-1599360686328654450?l=oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/1599360686328654450/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/03/palindrome-palindroma-palindromo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/1599360686328654450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/1599360686328654450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/03/palindrome-palindroma-palindromo.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Palindrome - Palíndroma - Palíndromo&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Ana Lasevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04074647236030665604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapWTL8PT-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/eHj9r3ZVK9A/S220/ana25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779339249924235061.post-8258635889937373421</id><published>2009-03-01T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:53:42.895-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assim Chamado - Socalled - Josh Dolgin'/><title type='text'>O Assim Chamado - Socalled</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jdov1ZhZWBo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&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/Jdov1ZhZWBo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" 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;Ele tem cara de gênio. Mas, quem vê cara não vê coração. &lt;br /&gt;Tudo bem! Basta ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;Socalled é genial, manda bem cantando, tocando, compondo, fotografando. Dá vontade de trazer para o Brasil “O Assim Chamado”, “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.socalledmusic.com/shizzy.php"&gt;Socalled&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”, Josh Dolgin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779339249924235061-8258635889937373421?l=oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/8258635889937373421/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/03/assim-chamado-socalled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/8258635889937373421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/8258635889937373421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/03/assim-chamado-socalled.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;O Assim Chamado - Socalled&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Ana Lasevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04074647236030665604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapWTL8PT-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/eHj9r3ZVK9A/S220/ana25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779339249924235061.post-6525192685708919532</id><published>2009-02-28T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:17:45.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapD06Y4UVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/gHOjEW8ZwWg/s1600-h/Mis+e+Ju+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapD06Y4UVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/gHOjEW8ZwWg/s320/Mis+e+Ju+041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308129687115419986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Céu de chuva, quinta-feira passada, visto do MIS, Museu da Imagem e do Som de São Paulo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779339249924235061-6525192685708919532?l=oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/6525192685708919532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/mis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/6525192685708919532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/6525192685708919532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/mis.html' title='MIS'/><author><name>Ana Lasevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04074647236030665604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapWTL8PT-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/eHj9r3ZVK9A/S220/ana25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapD06Y4UVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/gHOjEW8ZwWg/s72-c/Mis+e+Ju+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779339249924235061.post-4737909153310076011</id><published>2009-02-28T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T07:29:08.106-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Livre-Educador'/><title type='text'>Parabéns, Gabriel! Mais um livro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/Sao9LRcvLfI/AAAAAAAAAKY/b_qdcrFBSeo/s1600-h/Mis+e+Ju+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/Sao9LRcvLfI/AAAAAAAAAKY/b_qdcrFBSeo/s320/Mis+e+Ju+056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308122374681341426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Gabriel Perissé acaba de lançar mais um livro, o segundo este ano, O Livre-Educador.&lt;br /&gt;Trecho do texto na contracapa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em livres-educadores todos podemos nos transformar. Os pais e os professores, em primeiro lugar, e toda e qualquer pessoa atenta à realidade social. O livre-educador faz suas críticas. E está disposto a assumir integralmente a responsabilidade que lhe corresponde.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9e36b6782f967d3a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9e36b6782f967d3a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330456113%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D74432A992508A90218E6E3E277E1090BF44FD782.12F2EA5FB49B250F71CB991289EE4A2E8461F012%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9e36b6782f967d3a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7ks36V4dUm-rYcUQWN82ndOQYRk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9e36b6782f967d3a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330456113%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D74432A992508A90218E6E3E277E1090BF44FD782.12F2EA5FB49B250F71CB991289EE4A2E8461F012%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9e36b6782f967d3a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7ks36V4dUm-rYcUQWN82ndOQYRk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou preparando uma barrinha para o site dele, e pensei em fazer com flash. &lt;br /&gt;Portanto, isso não é um vídeo, é apenas um treino de flash, muito precário, mas cheio de boas intenções.&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel, parabéns!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779339249924235061-4737909153310076011?l=oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/4737909153310076011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/4737909153310076011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/4737909153310076011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='Parabéns, Gabriel! 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Quem? Quem matou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na cena seguinte, Cristiano (Francisco Cuoco) pergunta para Simone (Regina Duarte):&lt;br /&gt;- Será que o cara morreu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu respondo:&lt;br /&gt;Meu caro Cristiano, o cara, embora vivo, afirma que o mataram. &lt;br /&gt;E um transeunte, que deve ter achado normal o “morto” falar, perguntou-lhe: Quem? Quem? Quem matou?&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, o morto e o transeunte afirmam de viva voz que o cara morreu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não perdia um capítulo  desta novela! Eu era criança, e nada na TV era mais interessante do que a &lt;em&gt;Selva de Pedra&lt;/em&gt;. Mesmo com diálogos bizarros como esse, que está no vídeo, prendia a atenção do público, de modo tal que a novela das oito era aguardada com ansiedade. A audiência bateu recordes, chegando a 100 pontos no capítulo em que Rosana Reis, que na verdade era Simone (Regina duarte), foi desmascarada. Até hoje nenhuma novela conseguiu chegar na marca dos 100 pontos além de &lt;em&gt;Selva de Pedra&lt;/em&gt; e de &lt;em&gt;Roque Santeiro&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779339249924235061-3268003007380789910?l=oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/3268003007380789910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/recordar-e-viver.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/3268003007380789910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/3268003007380789910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/recordar-e-viver.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Recordar é viver!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Ana Lasevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04074647236030665604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapWTL8PT-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/eHj9r3ZVK9A/S220/ana25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779339249924235061.post-4168260836755759282</id><published>2009-02-25T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:24:57.017-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CARNAVAL II'/><title type='text'>Caranaval II - Eu sou o samba...</title><content type='html'>A lentidão do Youtube fez o carnaval entrar pela quarta-feira de cinzas. Tentei baixar este vídeo no youtube, e só consegui hoje de manhã. O intenso tráfego  de internautas tornou a rede muito lenta. Vamos fazer de conta que nos adiantamos para o carnaval do ano que vem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, começando de novo:&lt;br /&gt;Ano passado, eu e o Bruno Diniz começamos um papo bastante interessante sobre samba. O tema do nosso encontro era um vídeo sobre a boca, mas o Bruno, que é muito criativo, e conhecedor da boa música, de repente me surpreendeu com um desfile de escolas de samba bem diferente: &lt;strong&gt;UM BATUQUE DE BATERIA DE BOCA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YzfakcPZRp8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&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/YzfakcPZRp8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/2779339249924235061-4168260836755759282?l=oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/4168260836755759282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/caranaval-ii-eu-sou-o-samba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/4168260836755759282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/4168260836755759282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/caranaval-ii-eu-sou-o-samba.html' title='Caranaval II - Eu sou o samba...'/><author><name>Ana Lasevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04074647236030665604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapWTL8PT-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/eHj9r3ZVK9A/S220/ana25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779339249924235061.post-7421639565068405714</id><published>2009-02-20T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:47:14.153-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carnaval I'/><title type='text'>Carnaval I</title><content type='html'>Carnaval!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo de respirar samba, beber samba, não cerveja! Claro, quem gosta de uma cervejinha, que beba, mas com moderação. Porque ficar bêbado é deprimente, coisa de gente sem-noção. E tem mais, achar que a cerveja é o evento, é falta de cultura. Não sejamos vítimas do marketing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guaraná, suco de laranja, uva, melancia, melão, açaí, caju, maracujá, limão (“moro num país tropical, abençoado por Deus!”), chá mate, chá verde gelado, água de coco, ou simplesmente água!!! A ideia é hidratar e não estragar a brincadeira!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E para entrar no clima de carnaval, nada como uma roda de samba em grande estilo, com Cristina, Monarco e a Velha Guarda da Portela:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CxrhFiRZ4co&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/CxrhFiRZ4co&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cristina, Monarco e a Velha Guarda da Portela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779339249924235061-7421639565068405714?l=oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/7421639565068405714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/carnaval-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/7421639565068405714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/7421639565068405714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/carnaval-i.html' title='Carnaval I'/><author><name>Ana Lasevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04074647236030665604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapWTL8PT-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/eHj9r3ZVK9A/S220/ana25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779339249924235061.post-97429144495016250</id><published>2009-02-19T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:43:25.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balaio de Dois</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SZ2oomWGJBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Z0wXbNlJL3Y/s1600-h/BALAIO+FUNDO+mALA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SZ2oomWGJBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Z0wXbNlJL3Y/s320/BALAIO+FUNDO+mALA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304581351553770514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer rir não é para qualquer um. Não falo do riso banal, ou sarcástico. Falo daquele riso gostoso, contagiante, não contagioso, riso terapêutico, sem efeitos colaterais, riso musical, afinado com a alegria de viver. Estou falando de um pássaro, o Pássaro-Riso.&lt;br /&gt;Riso que nasce na infância, e que muita gente aprisiona quando adulto. Riso-pássaro, engaiolado, esse não canta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus dois amigos, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://caradepavio.blogspot.com/"&gt;Paulo Netho&lt;/a&gt; e Salatiel Silva&lt;/strong&gt;, são especialistas em libertar o Pássaro- Riso. Eles, de repente, sem nenhum esforço, fazem com que estas pessoas, que nem se lembram mais quando riram pela última vez, se envolvam numa revoada de Pássaros- risos que acontece no espetáculo apresentado pelos dois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é um show de humor, não! É um show lúdico, sonoro, que evoca a imaginação e liberta a memória.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meninos, eu vi! Eu vi meninos de mais de oitenta anos nas apresentações deles,  rindo esse riso, e as muitas crianças, sempre presentes, fazendo aquela revoada, com seus novos amigos. Recomendo, a todos, de todas as idades, uma tarde com o &lt;a href="http://balaiodedois.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Balaio de Dois&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, eles também dão sustinhos, mas as crianças adoram. E depois do primeiro, ficam esperando o próximo susto, e o próximo e o próximo... O mais engraçado é que eles avisam antes, e mesmo assim conseguem pegar todo mundo de surpresa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os dois são rimadíssimos, cajumeléricos (coisa deles), afinadores de risos e muito mais.&lt;br /&gt;Eu os conheci no ano passado, e tive a oportunidade de gravar a apresentação da dupla, está aqui e no Youtube, em alta resolução.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos ideias e projetos em comum. Tomara que possamos em breve realizá-las!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2nPIAdxb-0Y&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&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/2nPIAdxb-0Y&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/2779339249924235061-97429144495016250?l=oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/97429144495016250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/balaio-de-dois.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/97429144495016250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/97429144495016250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/balaio-de-dois.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Balaio de Dois&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Ana Lasevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04074647236030665604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapWTL8PT-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/eHj9r3ZVK9A/S220/ana25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SZ2oomWGJBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Z0wXbNlJL3Y/s72-c/BALAIO+FUNDO+mALA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779339249924235061.post-818118822971322603</id><published>2009-02-13T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T13:38:23.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Certas Coisas"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SZZU_ZruPqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5uDPWLSCioQ/s1600-h/VaniaBastos+e+CarlosNavas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SZZU_ZruPqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5uDPWLSCioQ/s320/VaniaBastos+e+CarlosNavas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302519059478101666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Marco Aurélio Olímpio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia 10, assisti ao show “Certas Coisas” de &lt;strong&gt;Vânia Bastos &lt;/strong&gt;e &lt;strong&gt;Carlos Navas&lt;/strong&gt;, no SESC Vila Mariana. Duas vozes lindas, dois intérpretes experientes e um repertório bastante eclético: Sinhô, Lamartine Babo, Adoniran, Milton Nascimento, Caetano, Edu Lobo, Itamar Assunção, Rita Lee, Roberto Carlos, Lulu Santos, Marina e parceiros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vaniabastos.com.br/"&gt;Vânia&lt;/a&gt; é uma voz para todos os tempos. Dona de uma carreira marcada pelo modo ousado de cantar, por sua flexibilidade vocal capaz de agudos incríveis e pela afinação,Vânia brinca onde e como quer, deixando tudo bonito, gostoso de ouvir. A sua interpretação de “Casaco Marrom”, de Guarabyra, Renato Corrêa e Danilo Caymmi, sucesso da década de setenta, é linda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carlosnavas.com.br/"&gt;Carlos Navas &lt;/a&gt;tem um domínio vocal impressionante, conhece bem a matéria sonora e sabe usar tecnicamente o espaço. Essas capacidades, que o artista desenvolveu em onze anos de carreira, somadas ao timbre de voz especialíssimo, estão a serviço do intérprete. Isso fica claro na canção “A terceira margem do rio” de Caetano Veloso e Milton Nascimento. Carlos Navas apresenta uma versão singular da música, explorando o movimento sonoro, cantando palavra por palavra, lapidando o som de cada uma delas.&lt;br /&gt;As canções “João e Maria" de Chico Buarque e “Paulista” de Eduardo Gudim, cantadas em dueto, encerraram brilhantemente o espetáculo, deixando a plateia em êxtase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779339249924235061-818118822971322603?l=oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/818118822971322603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/certas-coisas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/818118822971322603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/818118822971322603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/certas-coisas.html' title='&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Certas Coisas&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Ana Lasevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04074647236030665604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapWTL8PT-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/eHj9r3ZVK9A/S220/ana25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SZZU_ZruPqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5uDPWLSCioQ/s72-c/VaniaBastos+e+CarlosNavas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779339249924235061.post-5072556127902550836</id><published>2009-02-09T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T00:01:13.613-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raspossal'/><title type='text'>Raspossal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SZEcsIC3nuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9ESJDWvn5ZA/s1600-h/gu1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SZEcsIC3nuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9ESJDWvn5ZA/s320/gu1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301049780791123682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Raspossal", foi exatamente essa a palavra que ouvimos o Pitoco (meu sobrinho de sete anos) falar.&lt;br /&gt;Estávamos no Bar Jabuti, referência na Vila Mariana em petiscos do mar, o Pitoco pegou o cardápio, e foi direto nos preços.&lt;br /&gt;Queria o prato mais caro da casa, o tal do Raspossal.&lt;br /&gt;Como assim? Que prato é esse? Perguntei.&lt;br /&gt;Tirei o cardápio da sua mão e pedi que ele me indicasse onde estava o nome do prato.&lt;br /&gt;Ele apontou. &lt;br /&gt;Claro, Pitoco! Concordei com a escolha, e chamei o garçom:&lt;br /&gt;Garçom, por favor, traga para o rapazinho uma porção de rãs!&lt;br /&gt;Ele estranhou: &lt;br /&gt;- Como assim, tia? Não foi isso o que eu pedi! Olha pelo preço, é esse, o mais caro de todos!&lt;br /&gt;Reafirmei o pedido - Garçom, é isso mesmo, rãs porção! Sapinhos! Pererecas! Os mais caros!&lt;br /&gt;O fato é que o Pitoco, recém-alfabetizado, ainda não lê as palavras considerando o til. Mas, ele sabe muito bem ler os números, e quis dar uma de espertinho.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, cancelada a porção de rãs, que ele se negou a experimentar, pedimos uma generosa porção de lulas e iscas de peixe.&lt;br /&gt;Para quem gosta de frutos do mar, e da lagoa, fica aqui a dica: Bar Jabuti – Avenida Conselheiro Rodrigues Alves, 1315, Vila Mariana, 5549-8304. 10h/1h (dom. até 17h). Entre as especialidades da casa pode-se escolher marisco, polvo, manjuba, pescada, porquinho, sardinha, atum, siri, camarão, patinha de caranguejo, ostras de Cananéia, etc. &lt;br /&gt;O Jabuti é um bar tradicional, aberto na década de 60, os garçons são muito simpáticos e o serviço é rápido. Muito bom! &lt;br /&gt;Segundo o Pitoco, é o melhor bar de São Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, não se esqueçam: Rãs Porção, ou raspossal, é o prato mais caro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779339249924235061-5072556127902550836?l=oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/5072556127902550836/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/raspossal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/5072556127902550836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/5072556127902550836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/raspossal.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Raspossal&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Ana Lasevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04074647236030665604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapWTL8PT-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/eHj9r3ZVK9A/S220/ana25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SZEcsIC3nuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9ESJDWvn5ZA/s72-c/gu1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779339249924235061.post-6011165499571273273</id><published>2009-02-07T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T20:41:32.207-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lagartixa'/><title type='text'>Briba</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SY5h1xsTIQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/usms1EDV8aw/s1600-h/Imagem+563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SY5h1xsTIQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/usms1EDV8aw/s320/Imagem+563.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300281387961753858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Briba, para quem não sabe, é como a lagartixa é chamada no nordeste. Tenho uma grande simpatia pelo bichinho. E não é à toa. Ela é inofensiva ao homem, não se interessa pelos nossos alimentos, come insetos que nos são prejudiciais, &lt;strong&gt;tem a visão muito aguçada&lt;/strong&gt;, e o melhor de tudo: Ela &lt;strong&gt;não tem o rabo preso&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779339249924235061-6011165499571273273?l=oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/6011165499571273273/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/briba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/6011165499571273273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/6011165499571273273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/briba.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Briba&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Ana Lasevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04074647236030665604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapWTL8PT-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/eHj9r3ZVK9A/S220/ana25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SY5h1xsTIQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/usms1EDV8aw/s72-c/Imagem+563.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779339249924235061.post-4510946923606430581</id><published>2009-02-04T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:21:18.222-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema Carioca Nos Anos 30 e 40'/><title type='text'>Leitura em dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SYoih7H080I/AAAAAAAAAHk/rU3wVWQXc3g/s1600-h/Cinema+Carioca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SYoih7H080I/AAAAAAAAAHk/rU3wVWQXc3g/s200/Cinema+Carioca.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299085877756359490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CINEMA CARIOCA NOS ANOS 30 E 40&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os Filme Musicais nas Telas da Cidade&lt;br /&gt;de Suzana Cristina de Souza Ferreira&lt;br /&gt;Editora AnnaBlume&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779339249924235061-4510946923606430581?l=oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/4510946923606430581/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/leitura-em-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/4510946923606430581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/4510946923606430581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/leitura-em-dia.html' title='&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leitura em dia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Ana Lasevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04074647236030665604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapWTL8PT-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/eHj9r3ZVK9A/S220/ana25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SYoih7H080I/AAAAAAAAAHk/rU3wVWQXc3g/s72-c/Cinema+Carioca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779339249924235061.post-8631465163750299152</id><published>2009-02-03T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:23:45.048-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Homem e o Gato'/><title type='text'>O Homem e o Gato</title><content type='html'>Se cada letra digitada equivalesse a uma nota musical, qual seria a melodia daquilo que escrevemos? &lt;br /&gt;Esse vídeo brinca com essa ideia. Numa tarde, cinzenta e chuvosa, a música e a imaginação acabam com o tédio de um  escritor e de seu gato.&lt;br /&gt;"Made in" Rússia! &lt;strong&gt;The Man and a cat - Nol' \ Chelovek i koshka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P-rISwdm92s&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&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/P-rISwdm92s&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/2779339249924235061-8631465163750299152?l=oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/8631465163750299152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-homem-e-o-gato.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/8631465163750299152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/8631465163750299152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-homem-e-o-gato.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Homem e o Gato&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Ana Lasevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04074647236030665604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapWTL8PT-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/eHj9r3ZVK9A/S220/ana25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779339249924235061.post-7940133736650708354</id><published>2009-02-02T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:49:33.011-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comunicação'/><title type='text'>Comunicação</title><content type='html'>Faz tempo que passo em frente ao mosteiro das Carmelitas Teresianas Descalças de Mirandópolis.&lt;br /&gt;Em geral passo caminhando, os portões estão sempre fechados. Certo dia passei, passeando, bem devagar, com minha filha caçula, na época com quatro anos.&lt;br /&gt;A pequena queria saber para que servia aquele muro cinza, feio, tão alto e tão longo que não acabava mais. Expliquei que lá moravam freiras que ficavam isoladas do mundo, sem passear, sem visitas, e que rezavam muito. Ela, um pouco perplexa com a resposta, perguntou se as freirinhas ao menos tinham internet, respondi que não.&lt;br /&gt;Televisão? Respondi novamente que não. Inconformada, ela ainda arriscou, e um rádinho? Também não, filha!&lt;br /&gt;Ela então, do alto dos seus quatro anos, me sugeriu:&lt;br /&gt;Mãe, que tal jogarmos um celular, aqui por cima do muro? Elas vão poder falar com a gente, e com todo o mundo!&lt;br /&gt;Daí veio a idéia desse trabalho, para a matéria de animação em flash. Simplinho, mas que contou com a valiosa inspiração da Juju e com uma série de fotos tiradas da internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-af16c5d4ba0cfe48" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daf16c5d4ba0cfe48%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330456113%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D12798ADD12F5434578B2A3113321EA6AF03DF1C3.7172EF8048C13E0F36A006E6B2107696E2C88966%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daf16c5d4ba0cfe48%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJ7Kco5zR0kciDELvKVP-yagTNGU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daf16c5d4ba0cfe48%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330456113%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D12798ADD12F5434578B2A3113321EA6AF03DF1C3.7172EF8048C13E0F36A006E6B2107696E2C88966%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daf16c5d4ba0cfe48%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJ7Kco5zR0kciDELvKVP-yagTNGU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Est&lt;strong&gt;e vídeo é apenas um exercício, não tem nenhuma finalidade &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;comercial, ou publicitária&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2779339249924235061-7940133736650708354?l=oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=af16c5d4ba0cfe48&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/7940133736650708354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/comunicacao-e-religiao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/7940133736650708354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/7940133736650708354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/comunicacao-e-religiao.html' title='Comunicação'/><author><name>Ana Lasevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04074647236030665604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapWTL8PT-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/eHj9r3ZVK9A/S220/ana25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779339249924235061.post-6890202067860545007</id><published>2009-02-02T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:47:27.459-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mosteiro de Santa Teresa'/><title type='text'>comunicação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SYfLfNAaUqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6u9_PlZKM9E/s1600-h/Imagem+538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298427223552447138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SYfLfNAaUqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6u9_PlZKM9E/s320/Imagem+538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                                         Foto: Ana lasevicius&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei desse episódio, pois para minha surpresa, hoje, às sete da manhã, o mosteiro estava aberto. Assim, pude fazer algumas fotos, devidamente autorizadas pelo segurança do local.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SYfKnKK0HcI/AAAAAAAAAHE/wAmn3_A-vfs/s1600-h/Imagem+537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298426260718099906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SYfKnKK0HcI/AAAAAAAAAHE/wAmn3_A-vfs/s320/Imagem+537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foto: Ana Lasevicius&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SYc3ErZAr2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/6V_OZbqA4fM/s1600-h/Imagem+531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298264040131309410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SYc3ErZAr2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/6V_OZbqA4fM/s320/Imagem+531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto de Ana Lasevicius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2779339249924235061-6890202067860545007?l=oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/6890202067860545007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/convento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/6890202067860545007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2779339249924235061/posts/default/6890202067860545007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitinerariodoolhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/convento.html' title='comunicação'/><author><name>Ana Lasevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04074647236030665604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SapWTL8PT-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/eHj9r3ZVK9A/S220/ana25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iAIxw3YfecE/SYfLfNAaUqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6u9_PlZKM9E/s72-c/Imagem+538.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
