<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201</id><updated>2011-07-14T14:26:11.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>claiello</title><subtitle type='html'>contravenção bem-comportada.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>183</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-2730004446865757727</id><published>2007-02-16T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T14:09:31.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>claiello atacada ou: hormônios em polvorosa</title><content type='html'>(onde tudo começou)&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to debug my comment? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-...so that we can make a plot of our love life,...&lt;br /&gt;-stimmt, the real and the imaginary parts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-2730004446865757727?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/2730004446865757727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=2730004446865757727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/2730004446865757727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/2730004446865757727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2007/02/claiello-atacada-ou-hormnios-em.html' title='claiello atacada ou: hormônios em polvorosa'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-116885669302736097</id><published>2007-01-15T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T02:24:53.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bilan</title><content type='html'>1) apesar de ser persona non grata, eu sinto muita falta da Poli&lt;br /&gt;2) apesar de ser persona non grata, eu sinto muita falta da X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eh que eu vou parar de me meter em fria? Quando eh que eu vou aprender a calar a boca? (Espero que demore bastante)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-116885669302736097?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/116885669302736097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=116885669302736097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/116885669302736097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/116885669302736097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2007/01/bilan.html' title='Bilan'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-116876897856808540</id><published>2007-01-14T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T02:02:58.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Síndrome de Diadorim</title><content type='html'>Hoje eu estou com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe aquela f(r)ase: meu amor de prata, meu amor de ouro?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-116876897856808540?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/116876897856808540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=116876897856808540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/116876897856808540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/116876897856808540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2007/01/sndrome-de-diadorim.html' title='Síndrome de Diadorim'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-116871402682722535</id><published>2007-01-13T10:45:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T10:47:06.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoro quando meus amigos são gentis</title><content type='html'>Final de um e-mail comprido do enriquinho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abre aspas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Apesar de ser agradável de pessoa, muito clara, cabelos pretos, olhos&lt;br /&gt;esverdeados, fisionomia atraente, apesar de sua simpatia e&lt;br /&gt;comunicabilidade, apesar de seu extraordinário talento à flauta, tia&lt;br /&gt;Regina já ia pelos seus dezessete anos sem namorado, quando surgiu&lt;br /&gt;candidato à sua mão o primo Chico Horta, homem feito, de boa gente..."&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Nava in "Baú de Ossos", pg 111, 10a ed. Ateliê.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo pra vc, Tia Regina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fecha aspas. Eh mole?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-116871402682722535?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/116871402682722535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=116871402682722535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/116871402682722535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/116871402682722535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2007/01/adoro-quando-meus-amigos-s_116871402682722535.html' title='Adoro quando meus amigos são gentis'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-116871400120373918</id><published>2007-01-13T10:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T10:46:41.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoro quando meus amigos são gentis</title><content type='html'>Final de um e-mail comprido do enriquinho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abre aspas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Apesar de ser agradável de pessoa, muito clara, cabelos pretos, olhos&lt;br /&gt;esverdeados, fisionomia atraente, apesar de sua simpatia e&lt;br /&gt;comunicabilidade, apesar de seu extraordinário talento à flauta, tia&lt;br /&gt;Regina já ia pelos seus dezessete anos sem namorado, quando surgiu&lt;br /&gt;candidato à sua mão o primo Chico Horta, homem feito, de boa gente..."&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Nava in "Baú de Ossos", pg 111, 10a ed. Ateliê.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo pra vc, Tia Regina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fecha aspas. Eh mole?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-116871400120373918?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/116871400120373918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=116871400120373918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/116871400120373918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/116871400120373918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2007/01/adoro-quando-meus-amigos-so-gentis_13.html' title='Adoro quando meus amigos são gentis'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-116871398021526674</id><published>2007-01-13T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T10:46:20.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoro quando meus amigos são gentis</title><content type='html'>Final de um e-mail comprido do enriquinho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Apesar de ser agradável de pessoa, muito clara, cabelos pretos, olhos&lt;br /&gt;esverdeados, fisionomia atraente, apesar de sua simpatia e&lt;br /&gt;comunicabilidade, apesar de seu extraordinário talento à flauta, tia&lt;br /&gt;Regina já ia pelos seus dezessete anos sem namorado, quando surgiu&lt;br /&gt;candidato à sua mão o primo Chico Horta, homem feito, de boa gente..."&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Nava in "Baú de Ossos", pg 111, 10a ed. Ateliê.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo pra vc, Tia Regina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-116871398021526674?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/116871398021526674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=116871398021526674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/116871398021526674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/116871398021526674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2007/01/adoro-quando-meus-amigos-so-gentis.html' title='Adoro quando meus amigos são gentis'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-116803451192269677</id><published>2007-01-05T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T14:01:51.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>porque eu hoje estou carente</title><content type='html'>Na minha vida (que eu nao posso reclamar dela!), o que falta:&lt;br /&gt;* falar francês. Falar francês é brincar de estilo, é inventar, é errar ("mais c'et mignon!"), é um flerte.&lt;br /&gt;* a resposta daquele que foi meu melhor amigo, vontade de entender surtout.&lt;br /&gt;* música! chorinho, piazzola, música! vontade de ter um piano pertinho, fazer aula de canto, o violão para canhoto, boca livre.&lt;br /&gt;* encontrar aquele povo de antanho, fazer small talk, Mario, Michel, grêmio, sentir grupo, brasil, interusp, festa de 15 anos. Kès!&lt;br /&gt;* petite Clarice! Ah, petite Clarice! Toma tua vida em mãos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-116803451192269677?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/116803451192269677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=116803451192269677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/116803451192269677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/116803451192269677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2007/01/porque-eu-hoje-estou-carente.html' title='porque eu hoje estou carente'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-116302210655490391</id><published>2006-11-08T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T13:41:46.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais do mesmo</title><content type='html'>Eu só queria lhe contar (como era bom!) o que eu sinto quando eu dou aula, como (adjunto adverbial de modo) eu fico siderada, quase viciada, por explicar mecânica quântica aos meus aluninhos (aluninhos: eles devem ter uns três anos a menos só).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que quando eu via colherzinha no museu eu lembrava do Vincent, mas já passou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que é possível chorar às 7h30 da manhã ouvindo Fred How Can I Go On Mercury no YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sketch da minha tattoo ficou pronto. Eléa et Païkan que se cuidem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-116302210655490391?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/116302210655490391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=116302210655490391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/116302210655490391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/116302210655490391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/11/mais-do-mesmo.html' title='Mais do mesmo'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-116239108876454468</id><published>2006-11-01T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T06:24:48.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amoureuse de Truffaut</title><content type='html'>... de haveres:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um topezinho de pijama: "Happy boo to you"&lt;br /&gt;uma bandeira PACE sem nenhuma outra conotação but PACE: eu estou precisando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e Truffaut, e Antoine Doinel. Cada cena de uma sensibilidade!&lt;br /&gt;Randomly:&lt;br /&gt;"Tu es ma petite soeur, tu es ma fille, tu es ma mère"/"j'aurais bien aimé être ta femme aussi."&lt;br /&gt;Obra de arta nao pode ser um reglement de compte pq se nao nao eh mais obra de arte&lt;br /&gt;a cena da aliança com o abridor de garrafa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-116239108876454468?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/116239108876454468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=116239108876454468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/116239108876454468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/116239108876454468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/11/amoureuse-de-truffaut.html' title='Amoureuse de Truffaut'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-116092715035975752</id><published>2006-10-15T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T08:45:50.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>das Maedchen aus der Fremde</title><content type='html'>anotado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-116092715035975752?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/116092715035975752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=116092715035975752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/116092715035975752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/116092715035975752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/10/das-maedchen-aus-der-fremde.html' title='das Maedchen aus der Fremde'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-115714712708545895</id><published>2006-09-01T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T14:45:27.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rokko forever</title><content type='html'>Porque ninguém lê esta porra mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a Lisa Plenski ficou com o nojo do David num final de novela deprimente.&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso externar a minha, ahn, consternacao. Porque a escolha do David joga um balde de agua morna na minha, da Helena situacao (oes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao pintaram NENHUM defeito no Rokko. E o David era um nojo. As mais novinhas queriam que ela ficasse com o David, claro. Mas nos - as quase tias -, a gente queria ver a gostosona da Lisa (que ainda era nao era gostosona) dar uma chance pro cara gracinha que conquista, que leva pra tomar sorvete, que faz a gente dar risada. O David era um principe de tao longe; o Rokko era o man in the street, o amigo com quem a gente conversa. E fazem ela ficar com o David!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era importante pra mim. Com isso sao duas (tres) vezes que eu erro o final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa vida é uma caca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-115714712708545895?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/115714712708545895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=115714712708545895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/115714712708545895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/115714712708545895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/09/rokko-forever.html' title='Rokko forever'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-115617469334288431</id><published>2006-08-21T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T08:38:13.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dante</title><content type='html'>para nao esquecer e procurar o original em italiano:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dante)&lt;br /&gt;"este lugar, o mais ardente e horrendo do inferno, esta reservado para aqueles que em tempos de crise moral optaram pela neutralidade."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-115617469334288431?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/115617469334288431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=115617469334288431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/115617469334288431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/115617469334288431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/08/dante.html' title='Dante'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-115295843085823001</id><published>2006-07-15T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T03:13:50.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>é por essas e outras que o Economist é legal</title><content type='html'>do The Economist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The prospect of acquired perfection lies behind many big ideas and most bas ones. If  you do the right thing, believe the right thing, suffer enough, love enough, work hard enough, kill enough of the wrong people or breed enough of the right ones - then you will end up in paradise. That is a great motivator, oftern with awful results."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-115295843085823001?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/115295843085823001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=115295843085823001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/115295843085823001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/115295843085823001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/07/por-essas-e-outras-que-o-economist.html' title='é por essas e outras que o Economist é legal'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-115265335222485600</id><published>2006-07-11T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:29:12.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>duas coisas</title><content type='html'>hum: nem que eu quisesse eu faria isso: hoje eu estou com uma entangled mechinha de cabelo na franja: se eu tivesse maquina eu tirava: ta a da direita pra esquerda e a complementar vice-versa. Cruzando, logico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due: hoje em dia eu descubro que eu estou feliz porque logo depois, normalmente sozinha e voltando pra casa, eu fico triste. Vai entender por quê. Eu fui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-115265335222485600?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/115265335222485600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=115265335222485600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/115265335222485600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/115265335222485600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/07/duas-coisas.html' title='duas coisas'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-115265304205517731</id><published>2006-07-11T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:26:07.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu já sabiaaaa (lido cantado)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unicamp.br/unicamp/unicamp_hoje/ju/junho2006/ju327pag03.html" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;http://www.unicamp.br/unicamp&lt;wbr&gt;/unicamp_hoje/ju/junho2006&lt;wbr&gt;/ju327pag03.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/9566201-115265304205517731?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/115265304205517731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=115265304205517731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/115265304205517731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/115265304205517731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/07/eu-j-sabiaaaa-lido-cantado.html' title='Eu já sabiaaaa (lido cantado)'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-115029607944124634</id><published>2006-06-14T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T07:41:19.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pues conmovio</title><content type='html'>de rayuelas (seu proximo livro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;""Ella sufre en alguna parte. Siempre ha sufrido. Es muy alegre, adora el amarillo, su pajaro es un mirlo, su hora la noche, su puente el Pont des Arts.""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Con la Maga hablabamos de patafisica hasta cansarnos, porque a ella tambien le ocurria (y nuestro encuentro era eso, y tantas cosas oscuras como el fosforo) caer de continuo en las excepciones, (...)"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-115029607944124634?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/115029607944124634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=115029607944124634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/115029607944124634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/115029607944124634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/06/pues-conmovio.html' title='pues conmovio'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-114988324709576238</id><published>2006-06-09T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T13:00:47.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>resolucionaria</title><content type='html'>eu ia contar a extoria da "mami vera goes piratao". Mas deixa pra la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu decidi uma coisa, e isso enquanto  eu  fazia o tour naquela praga da humanidade q o orcuti é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu cansei de ver as pessoas felizes (sério???? oh). cansei. estou cansada pra caramba, na cabeça, fisicamente, nada rende, as 8 da noite eu estou esgotada queném uma moule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e resolvi que vou ligar prochainement o botaozinho do foda-se. sério.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-114988324709576238?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/114988324709576238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=114988324709576238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114988324709576238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114988324709576238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/06/resolucionaria.html' title='resolucionaria'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-114974516455819228</id><published>2006-06-07T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T22:39:24.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jkfGG</title><content type='html'>A primeira parte do editorial de hoje da folha é fascista. Olhaí:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ataque ao Congresso    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;A ordem de prisão foi só um primeiro passo; suspender o repasse de fundos públicos a grupos violentos é fundamental &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          FOI UM descalabro. Os mais  de 500 manifestantes do  assim chamado Movimento de Libertação dos  Sem-Terra (MLST) que agrediram seguranças, destruíram portas de vidro, computadores e  obras de arte e jogaram um automóvel contra uma das entradas  do Congresso Nacional não merecem complacência. Liderados  por um dirigente do PT, ontem  afastado da Executiva do partido, puseram de lado qualquer  resquício de legitimidade que  pudesse haver em sua pauta de  reivindicações, de resto confusa.&lt;br /&gt;Diante das cenas de destruição  na Câmara, o presidente da Casa,  Aldo Rebelo, afirmou que não  compreendia a motivação dos  criminosos. O fato de ter sempre  recebido em seu gabinete os integrantes do movimento lhe parecia motivo suficiente para desestimular a violência. Faltou ao  deputado compreender que não  se tratava de uma contradição. O  quebra-quebra de terça-feira em  Brasília é uma decorrência direta do patrocínio sistemático do  governo federal, do qual Rebelo é  aliado, a grupos que incorporaram a violência e o desrespeito às  leis em seu modo de agir.&lt;br /&gt;Desde a posse, o presidente  Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva tem referendado abusos de grupos que,  em nome da reforma agrária,  usurpam e depredam propriedades rurais, repartições públicas e  centros de pesquisas. Apenas em  2003, associações ligadas ao  MST receberam dos cofres públicos cerca de R$ 10 milhões.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-114974516455819228?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/114974516455819228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=114974516455819228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114974516455819228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114974516455819228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/06/jkfgg.html' title='jkfGG'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-114962842762246448</id><published>2006-06-06T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T14:13:47.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ai meu padre amaro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dai-me um garcia bernal a recitar-me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como panal de miel destilan tus labios, oh esposa; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Miel y leche hay debajo de tu lengua; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Y el olor de tus vestidos como el olor del Líbano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(fui fuçar a biblia em español para achar o Cantar de los Cantares, depois de meia hora procurando o Cántico de los Cánticos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&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/9566201-114962842762246448?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/114962842762246448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=114962842762246448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114962842762246448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114962842762246448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/06/ai-meu-padre-amaro.html' title='ai meu padre amaro'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-114961901523312057</id><published>2006-06-06T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T11:38:40.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>outra - quem diabos escreve a folha?</title><content type='html'>Com medo de passar pela  Linha Amarela, via que liga a  zona oeste à zona norte da cidade, o guitarrista do Detonautas, Rodrigo Silva Netto,  escolheu outro caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*presta atencao agora:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  tentativa de fugir da violência acabou com um tiro na  axila,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*de novo, ative os neurônios:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  tentativa de fugir da violência acabou com um tiro na  axila,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*de novo dipilinqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  tentativa de fugir da violência acabou com um tiro na  axila,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*... cansada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que penetrou seu coração e o matou domingo à noite ao fugir de uma tentativa  de assalto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-114961901523312057?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/114961901523312057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=114961901523312057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114961901523312057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114961901523312057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/06/outra-quem-diabos-escreve-folha.html' title='outra - quem diabos escreve a folha?'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-114959881704994762</id><published>2006-06-06T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T06:00:17.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>outra perola</title><content type='html'>Quem eh que corrige as chamada da Folha Online?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;b&gt;Poloneses ficam ofendidos após classificarem torcedores do país como risco à Copa. "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-114959881704994762?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/114959881704994762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=114959881704994762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114959881704994762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114959881704994762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/06/outra-perola.html' title='outra perola'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-114926493952737535</id><published>2006-06-02T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T09:15:39.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>versao do frank sinatra do joao e maria</title><content type='html'>Writer(s): myrow/gordon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel so young&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like spring has sprung&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you grin&lt;br /&gt;Im such a happy individual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment that you speak&lt;br /&gt;I want to go and play hide-and-seek&lt;br /&gt;I want to go and bounce the moon&lt;br /&gt;Just like a toy balloon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and i, are just like a couple of tots&lt;br /&gt;Running across the meadow&lt;br /&gt;Picking up lots of forget-me-nots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel so young&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel there are songs to be sung&lt;br /&gt;Bells to be rung, and a wonderful fling to be flung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even when Im old and gray&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna feel the way I do today&lt;br /&gt;cause you make me feel so young&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-114926493952737535?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/114926493952737535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=114926493952737535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114926493952737535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114926493952737535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/06/versao-do-frank-sinatra-do-joao-e.html' title='versao do frank sinatra do joao e maria'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-114892787630367310</id><published>2006-05-29T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T11:37:56.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>presente do ri, do www.megeras.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;PREMÊNCIA.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="item"&gt;&lt;div class="rightbox"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.megeras.com/media/1/20051223-HelderTeixeiraj.jpg" alt="" title="" height="342" width="455" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;Helder Teixeira&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Vem pelo correio, mala direta, folheto de propaganda, proposta de cartão, santinho de Nossa Senhora, Santo Expedito e São Cristóvão. Vem no grito, panfleto no semáforo, adesivo no carro, muro pichado, outdoor, cartaz, vendedor ambulante, autofalante, rádio do carro, pára-choques de caminhão. Vem em uma música antiga, nas 10 mais da semana, na Hora do Brasil, no horário eleitoral, nas mais pedidas, no sermão da Universal. Vem pelo e-mail, spam, mensagem de anjo, corrente da sorte, poema do Vinícius, uma frase só e teu nome escrito, carta perfumada e desenho bonito de coração. Vem por SMS, chamada a cobrar, mensagem de voz, ligação no celular, recado na secretária, sinal de fumaça, anúncio no jornal. Vem nos letreiros, neons coloridos, faixa em avião. Vem de trem, helicóptero, foguete, espaçonave, carro de boi, procissão, automóvel, teletransporter, motocicleta, jato supersônico. Vem que eu não digo não. Vem que eu abro os meus braços e não deixo mais de ser feliz. Vem que eu sorrio um sorrio novo que guardei só pra ti. Vem que eu floresço nos olhos uma primavera sem tempo e sem chuva. Vem que eu te compro uvas, maças, faço batida de abacate com gotinhas de limão. Vem que eu fico sempre menina para pular no teu pescoço e te encher de beijo. Vem que eu te dou goiabada cascão com queijo e doce de leite de colher. Vem bem-me-quer, mal-me-quer que eu nunca mais deixo de te querer. Vem que eu esqueço da vida, saldo no banco, chateação e nós vamos andar na praia de chinelo e chapelão. Vem que eu te esperei tanto, sempre te quis tanto, nunca duvidei que virias. Vem qualquer dia, não precisa avisar. Vem me deixar te amar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-114892787630367310?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/114892787630367310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=114892787630367310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114892787630367310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114892787630367310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/05/presente-do-ri-do-wwwmegerascom.html' title='presente do ri, do www.megeras.com'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-114881660726842020</id><published>2006-05-28T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T04:43:27.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mundo mundo vasto mundo</title><content type='html'>Que eu nao saiba escrever artigo de jornal, tudo bem. Que o ri também nao, e também o Fernando, ta okei. Mas a qualidade de algumas manchetes que eu ando lendo tao me fazendo mal, mal. Ou as minhas sinapses tao baixando em numero e grau, ou meu português ta caducando, ou quem tinha que saber produzir coisas claras nao esta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hj ou anteontem na folha: "pcc aumenta procura por condominio de luxo"  - quer dizer que o marcola  vai mesmo se mudar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na carta capital: &lt;span class="tabstx1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cartacapital.com.br/index.php?funcao=exibirMateria&amp;amp;id_materia=4698"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"O novo papel global de Pequim incomoda os EUA até na América Latina"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comoquié cara-palida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-114881660726842020?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/114881660726842020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=114881660726842020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114881660726842020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114881660726842020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/05/mundo-mundo-vasto-mundo.html' title='mundo mundo vasto mundo'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-114876584351758158</id><published>2006-05-27T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T14:37:23.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>claiello goes YouTube</title><content type='html'>Eh muito para o meu coracao: wonder years, mara maravilha, chico e caetano cantando "os quereres", elis chorando, milton muito bom, de lego: quadrilha do drummond e uma versao do huis clos(!), carrossel, abertura do Pantanal, a princesa e o robô, (falta que rei sou eu mas nao tem), pânico na tv e entrevista da bruna surfistinha. Ufa! Eu nao vou aguentar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Bruta flor do querer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-114876584351758158?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/114876584351758158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=114876584351758158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114876584351758158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114876584351758158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/05/claiello-goes-youtube.html' title='claiello goes YouTube'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-114866689111548055</id><published>2006-05-26T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T11:08:11.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diga-lhe isso!</title><content type='html'>Sagen Sie ihm&lt;br /&gt;Dass er für die Träume seiner Jugend&lt;br /&gt;Soll Achtung tragen,  wenn er Mann sein wird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Schiller, Don Carlos)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-114866689111548055?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/114866689111548055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=114866689111548055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114866689111548055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114866689111548055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/05/diga-lhe-isso.html' title='Diga-lhe isso!'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-114854395010252275</id><published>2006-05-25T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T00:59:10.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>momentos de ternura</title><content type='html'>Nao aguentando mais as pérolas opiniativas do Mangabeira Unger na Folha, fiz um breve compêndio dos titulos dos artigos do aforementioned proféssorr mais a ultima frase dos mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;Vai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;16 maio Salvar a pátria&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...A força que, no poder,  executar esse projeto salvará a pátria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9 maio Nosso dever para com a Bolívia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....Que os ventos soprando  sobre as selvas e os cerrados brasileiros tragam ao povo triste e forte do altiplano, desfalcado de tudo, menos de  dignidade, a verdadeira voz do Brasil:  irmãos, sua libertação é nosso engrandecimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 maio Saídas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...Saída difícil de viabilizar só  por conta da pequenez dos homens,  porém nobre e necessária.&lt;br /&gt;Saídas não faltam. O que falta é clareza para vê-las. E desprendimento e  audácia para desbravá-las.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18 abril O enigma e  a solução&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...Muito do trabalho  de antes da eleição ajudará a cumprir  a tarefa de depois da eleição. Comecemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11 abril Renasce o confronto ideológico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...Lutemos para traduzir a imaginação  das alternativas em palavras e em iniciativas capazes de esclarecer e de inspirar cada brasileiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 abril Ensino e futuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...Consolo-me com a observação do  poeta Blake: se o tolo persistisse em  sua tolice, ficaria sábio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;28 março Atalhos e caminhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...Fechados os atalhos, trilharemos, os  inconformados e os esperançosos, o  caminho longo e penoso: construindo  ideário, movimento e partido para dar  alternativa ao Brasil. Quando menos  se esperar, a nação fará do caminho  atalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;21 março O que levantaria  o Brasil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...Onde encontraremos apoios e aliados para projeto nacional com esses  fundamentos? Não os encontraremos  em classe política apequenada e vidrada em discursos importados. Só o  conseguiremos abrindo caminho para  falar à nação -para esclarecê-la, para  inspirá-la e para convocá-la a levantar-se contra a ordem ruinosa que lhe  impuseram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;14 março Agenda ainda  não encontrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...Apelo a meus concidadãos para mudar radicalmente o foco do debate  brasileiro. Juro e câmbio, déficits e superávits, são importantes, sim. São,  porém, muito menos importantes do  que a luta para transformar nosso gosto por novidades e nosso pendor para  o improviso em instrumentos organizados e revolucionários de construção  nacional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh j'en peux plus. Que cara demagogo! Tinha que ser advogado. E americano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-114854395010252275?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/114854395010252275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=114854395010252275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114854395010252275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114854395010252275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/05/momentos-de-ternura.html' title='momentos de ternura'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-114789402708206714</id><published>2006-05-17T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T12:27:07.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindinho!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Brasiliando (Italiano)&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;h2 id="sz"&gt;Toquinho&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p id="cmp"&gt;Composição: Indisponível&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Io que sono nato brasiliano,&lt;br /&gt;Parlo poco l'italiano, ma che differenza c'è...&lt;br /&gt;Mi accompagnerò com la chitarra,&lt;br /&gt;Canterò della tua terra, che me parlerà de te...&lt;br /&gt;E allora ci inventiamo um ritornello&lt;br /&gt;Verrà fuori um samba bello con profumo di caffè.&lt;br /&gt;A te che sei um amico, brasilianamente dico:&lt;br /&gt;Ensinarei o frevo e o maracatu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lei com gli occhi belli,&lt;br /&gt;Com la luna nei capelli&lt;br /&gt;Io dipingo um cielo blu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vieni a trovarmi giù in Brasile,&lt;br /&gt;Ti preparo um carnevale e uma torta di allegria.&lt;br /&gt;Dopo se avrò fame, mi permetti,&lt;br /&gt;Devi farmi due spaghetti pomodoro e fantasia.&lt;br /&gt;E adesso dacci sotto com il coro&lt;br /&gt;E sarà um capolavoro da cantare insieme a te.&lt;br /&gt;A te che sei lontano, voglio dire in brasiliano:&lt;br /&gt;Tenha força, fé e a bênção de Iemanjá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a lei, in napoletano,&lt;br /&gt;Io dirò col cuore in mano:&lt;br /&gt;Si cchiù doce'e nù babbà!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamo um calcio ai dispiaceri e vedrai,&lt;br /&gt;Voleranno i tuoi pensieri,&lt;br /&gt;Non saranno rose e fiori lo sai,&lt;br /&gt;Passeranno i giorni neri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Io che sono nato brasiliano&lt;br /&gt;Potrei essere italiano, differenza non ce n'è.&lt;br /&gt;Noi che abbiamo il mare nelle vene,&lt;br /&gt;Siamo frutti di stagione, noi siamo iguali a te.&lt;br /&gt;Quanti innamorati sogneranno,&lt;br /&gt;Quante notti balleranno se tu canti insieme a me.&lt;br /&gt;A te mio caro amico, brasilianamente dico:&lt;br /&gt;Ensinarei o frevo e o maracatu. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-114789402708206714?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/114789402708206714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=114789402708206714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114789402708206714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114789402708206714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/05/lindinho.html' title='Lindinho!!!'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-114582453745243806</id><published>2006-04-23T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:35:37.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>angústia (nao de verdade, so de nome de pôsti)</title><content type='html'>entao, diz o grande joao (segundo a wikipedia):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Falo: &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Portugu%C3%AAs" title="Português"&gt;português&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/L%C3%ADngua_alem%C3%A3" title="Língua alemã"&gt;alemão&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Franc%C3%AAs" title="Francês"&gt;francês&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ingl%C3%AAs" title="Inglês"&gt;inglês&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/L%C3%ADngua_castelhana" title="Língua castelhana"&gt;espanhol&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Italiano" title="Italiano"&gt;italiano&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Esperanto" title="Esperanto"&gt;esperanto&lt;/a&gt;, um pouco de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Russo" title="Russo"&gt;russo&lt;/a&gt;; leio: &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sueco" title="Sueco"&gt;sueco&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/L%C3%ADngua_neerlandesa" title="Língua neerlandesa"&gt;holandês&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latim" title="Latim"&gt;latim&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grego" title="Grego"&gt;grego&lt;/a&gt; (mas com o dicionário agarrado); entendo alguns dialetos alemães; estudei a &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gram%C3%A1tica" title="Gramática"&gt;gramática&lt;/a&gt;: do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/H%C3%BAngaro" title="Húngaro"&gt;húngaro&lt;/a&gt;, do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%81rabe" title="Árabe"&gt;árabe&lt;/a&gt;, do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/S%C3%A2nscrito" title="Sânscrito"&gt;sânscrito&lt;/a&gt;, do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lituano" title="Lituano"&gt;lituano&lt;/a&gt;, do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polon%C3%AAs" title="Polonês"&gt;polonês&lt;/a&gt;, do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tupi" title="Tupi"&gt;tupi&lt;/a&gt;, do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hebraico" title="Hebraico"&gt;hebraico&lt;/a&gt;, do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japon%C3%AAs" title="Japonês"&gt;japonês&lt;/a&gt;, do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tcheco" title="Tcheco"&gt;tcheco&lt;/a&gt;, do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Finland%C3%AAs" title="Finlandês"&gt;finlandês&lt;/a&gt;, do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dinamarqu%C3%AAs" title="Dinamarquês"&gt;dinamarquês&lt;/a&gt;; bisbilhotei um pouco a respeito de outras. Mas tudo mal. E acho que estudar o espírito e o mecanismo de outras línguas ajuda muito à compreensão mais profunda do idioma nacional. Principalmente, porém, estudando-se por divertimento, gosto e distração."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e que raios é isso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"Se o laudo médico atestou um &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Infarto" title="Infarto"&gt;enfarte&lt;/a&gt;, sua morte permanece um mistério inexplicável, sobretudo por estar previamente anunciada em sua obra mais marcante - &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grande_Sert%C3%A3o:_Veredas" title="Grande Sertão: Veredas"&gt;Grande Sertão: Veredas&lt;/a&gt; -, romance qualificado por Rosa como uma "autobiografia irracional"". Alguém explica? que eu vou rererecomeçar a ler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-114582453745243806?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/114582453745243806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=114582453745243806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114582453745243806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114582453745243806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/04/angstia-nao-de-verdade-so-de-nome-de.html' title='angústia (nao de verdade, so de nome de pôsti)'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-114581047332929213</id><published>2006-04-23T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T09:41:13.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>enquanto seu blog nao vem</title><content type='html'>Tem em alemao uma palavra muito legal:&lt;br /&gt;Volltreffer&lt;br /&gt;quer dizer "na mosca"; mas a origem dela, ó que jóia:&lt;br /&gt;voll vem de full, cheio, inteiro;&lt;br /&gt;treffer deve vir de treffen, que é encontrar, vir de encontro a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entao Volltreffer fica algo como "o encontrante pleno".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meu blog nóvis, ou, no meu saite nóvis, vai ter uma seçao chamada&lt;br /&gt;"Encontros Marcados, Volltreffer".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-114581047332929213?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/114581047332929213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=114581047332929213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114581047332929213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114581047332929213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/04/enquanto-seu-blog-nao-vem.html' title='enquanto seu blog nao vem'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-114562058490299117</id><published>2006-04-21T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T04:56:24.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"chronique d'une prise de conscience...</title><content type='html'>en forme de prise de parole." que bonito! (lido no nouvelobs)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-114562058490299117?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/114562058490299117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=114562058490299117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114562058490299117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114562058490299117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/04/chronique-dune-prise-de-conscience.html' title='&quot;chronique d&apos;une prise de conscience...'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-114529421054150763</id><published>2006-04-17T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T10:16:50.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eu tb vi - e tb gostei...</title><content type='html'>do A Arca ( http://a-arca.uol.com.br )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="noticiatitulo"&gt;Crítica: DOIS FILHOS DE FRANCISCO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a class="noticiasubtitulo"&gt;Fenomenal! Não, não fiquei louco. É o amor que mexe com a minha cabeça e me deixa assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Por&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="noticiaautor" href="mailto:zarko@a-arca.com"&gt;Zarko&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;table align="left" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="1"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;    &lt;a href="javascript:void window.open('http://a-arca.uol.com.br/v2/imagem_exibe.asp?sec=2&amp;cdn=7481&amp;img=15301','imagem','left=10,top=10,height=300,width=300,resizable=no,scrollbars=yes')" class="legendaimagem"&gt;      &lt;img src="http://a-arca.uol.com.br/v2/images/pipoca_critica_2filhosdefrancisco_01pq.gif" alt="Clique aqui para ver maior." border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartaz original de Dois Filhos de Francisco    &lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;i&gt;Enquanto isso, na residência do Zarko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mãe do Zarko:&lt;/b&gt; Vai sair, filho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zarko:&lt;/b&gt; Vou ao cinema. Assistirei "Dois Filhos de Francisco".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mãe do Zarko:&lt;/b&gt; * engasga *&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há um nerd brazuca que não tenha sentido um arrepio macabro quando estourou a primeira notícia sobre &lt;b&gt;Dois Filhos de Francisco&lt;/b&gt;. Não preciso nem dizer o motivo, certo? Se alguém aí ainda não sabe, então vamos lá: esta nova produção tupiniquim é nada mais nada menos que a tão subestimada e supostamente aterradora cinebiografia dos "ídolos" nacionais &lt;b&gt;Zezé Di Camargo &amp; Luciano&lt;/b&gt;. Sim, a bizarra dupla sertaneja do comercial da loja de móveis. Pois bem, todo mundo aí ficou com medo (e não adianta dizer que não!). Principalmente este que vos fala, que, iluminado por um dom profético e divino, deduziu na mesma hora: "Pronto, agora ferrou, a história da vida de Zezé Di Camargo &amp;amp; Luciano é um pretenso filme ruim e EU serei o cobaia".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é difícil entender o sentimento de horror que se instaurou no pobre coração deste ser chamado Zarko (sim, eu tenho um!). Afinal, não sou exatamente aquilo que pode-se dizer "fã" da dupla, embora tenha um enorme respeito por todos aqueles que gostam - até mesmo pelo meu vizinho que insiste em ouvir "Dou a vida por um beijo" às nove da manhã de domingo no volume máximo. Na verdade, dizer que não sou fã é modéstia, pois sinto uma vontade danada de enfiar um cabo de vassoura no ouvido e destruir meus tímpanos quando ouço uma música qualquer deles. Como vocês podem ver, a pessoa certa para conferir a película. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="right" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="1"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;    &lt;a href="javascript:void window.open('http://a-arca.uol.com.br/v2/imagem_exibe.asp?sec=2&amp;cdn=7481&amp;img=15303','imagem','left=10,top=10,height=300,width=300,resizable=no,scrollbars=yes')" class="legendaimagem"&gt;      &lt;img src="http://a-arca.uol.com.br/v2/images/pipoca_critica_2filhosdefrancisco_02pq.gif" alt="Clique aqui para ver maior." border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francisco (Ângelo Antônio), Helena (Dira Paes) e a família    &lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Como se este único motivo não bastasse, ainda há a recente banalização do cinema nacional, dominado por pérolas como os filmes protagonizados por músicos, modelos, apresentadores e afins. Quando você sabe que a mais recente produção &lt;i&gt;made in Brazil&lt;/i&gt; produzida pela Globo Filmes reconta a trajetória de dois ídolos da atual música pop verde-e-amarela, é impossível evitar a associação ao "material" cinematográfico já fornecido pelas nossos amigos &lt;b&gt;Xuxa&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Didi Mocó&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Padre Marcelo&lt;/b&gt; e similares. Pois é, os brasileiros têm mania de jogar no cinema qualquer troço que faça sucesso na TV e na música - já fizeram isto até com a &lt;b&gt;Carla Perez&lt;/b&gt; e seu horroroso &lt;b&gt;Cinderela Baiana&lt;/b&gt; (pausa para o sinal da cruz), então só faltavam os dois! Imaginem só se os caras resolvem contar nos cinemas a carreira da Barbie Girl do mundo bizarro, a &lt;b&gt;Kelly Key&lt;/b&gt;? Deus, perdoe os nossos pecados e nos livre disto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enquanto isso, na bilheteria do cinema...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zarko&lt;/b&gt; (com uma camiseta dos Ramones): Um ingresso, por favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bilheteiro:&lt;/b&gt; Qual o filme?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zarko:&lt;/b&gt; "Dois Filhos de Francisco".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bilheteiro:&lt;/b&gt; Ahn... Er...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zarko:&lt;/b&gt; Sim, eu sei. Por favor, não fale nada.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais incrível, estranho, surpreendente e milagroso que possa parecer, "Dois Filhos de Francisco" é mesmo o excelente filme que a imprensa anda divulgando por aí - e este é o momento em que você, usuário, pensa: "Coitado do Zarko, eu sabia que tanta coisa tosca traria danos à massa encefálica deste infeliz" (!). Voltando: o trabalho, estréia do cinematógrafo &lt;b&gt;Breno Silveira&lt;/b&gt; na direção de longas-metragens, contraria todas as (péssimas) expectativas e revela ser, até o momento, a melhor experiência brazuca do ano nas telonas. E não, eu não preciso urgentemente de um médico! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="left" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="1"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;    &lt;a href="javascript:void window.open('http://a-arca.uol.com.br/v2/imagem_exibe.asp?sec=2&amp;cdn=7481&amp;img=15307','imagem','left=10,top=10,height=300,width=300,resizable=no,scrollbars=yes')" class="legendaimagem"&gt;      &lt;img src="http://a-arca.uol.com.br/v2/images/pipoca_critica_2filhosdefrancisco_04pq.gif" alt="Clique aqui para ver maior." border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dira Paes e Lima Duarte, como o avô dos meninos    &lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;O que acontece é o seguinte: como era de se esperar, "Dois Filhos de Francisco" foi recebido com um pé atrás por boa parte do público, preocupado por imaginar que o filme poderia ser apenas um enorme exercício de "massagem de ego" em forma de videoclip. O que não é o caso. Tanto que o foco do ótimo roteiro não é em cima da dupla, e sim de seu pai, &lt;b&gt;Francisco Camargo&lt;/b&gt;, defendido com surpreendente garra e dedicação por &lt;b&gt;Ângelo Antônio&lt;/b&gt; (provavelmente no papel de sua vida). Quem espera encontrar um "filme dos Beatles" protagonizado pelos irmãos cantores, cheio de canções mela-cueca, tipo aquele filminho velho chamado &lt;b&gt;Menino da Porteira&lt;/b&gt; (com &lt;b&gt;Sérgio Reis&lt;/b&gt;, lembra desse?), corre o risco de quebrar a cara. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que o espectador encontrará aqui é apenas a sofrida luta de um homem para tentar dar uma vida melhor a seus filhos, que mistura-se de uma forma inesperada à história das tantas famílias paupérrimas que mal podem comer, o que dirá batalhar por seus sonhos. E para completar, dá um apanhado, mesmo que de leve, da situação do Brasil em termos políticos e sociais. Pois é, pois é, pois é! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se este motivo é pouco para justificar a produção de um filme, podemos incluir também a impressionante trajetória dos músicos até alcançar a fama. A infância e juventude de Zezé Di Camargo é bastante rica em detalhes cinematográficos, cheia de miséria, tristeza, morte e momentos marcantes. Pouco importa se estamos falando de Zezé Di Camargo &amp; Luciano, e importa menos ainda se você curte a música deles ou não; o que conta mesmo é que os caras batalharam, passaram por poucas e boas e comeram o pão que o tinhoso amassou para chegar onde estão agora. De qualquer maneira, é uma senhora lição de vida que poderia ser protagonizada por qualquer um, seja roqueiro, seja forrozeiro, seja dupla sertaneja. E vou dizer uma coisa: embora meu cérebro esteja programado para reter qualquer canção do gênero que consagrou as figuras, "Dois Filhos" aumentou, e muito, meu respeito pelo trabalho dos indivíduos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="right" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="1"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;    &lt;a href="javascript:void window.open('http://a-arca.uol.com.br/v2/imagem_exibe.asp?sec=2&amp;cdn=7481&amp;img=15305','imagem','left=10,top=10,height=300,width=300,resizable=no,scrollbars=yes')" class="legendaimagem"&gt;      &lt;img src="http://a-arca.uol.com.br/v2/images/pipoca_critica_2filhosdefrancisco_03pq.gif" alt="Clique aqui para ver maior." border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;José Dumont como Miranda: um dos muitos acertos da produção    &lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dias atrás, na central d'A ARCA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fanboy:&lt;/b&gt; Srta.Ni, temos dois filmes para resenhar. Escolha um deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Srta.Ni:&lt;/b&gt; Quais são as opções?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fanboy:&lt;/b&gt; Um deles é "A Chave Mestra".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Srta.Ni:&lt;/b&gt; O novo da Kate Hudson? Nhé. Não, obrigada. Não gosto dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fanboy:&lt;/b&gt; A outra opção é "Dois Filhos de Francisco".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Srta.Ni:&lt;/b&gt; Qual o horário do filme da Kate Hudson?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respeito, aliás, era o último sentimento que Francisco despertava nas pessoas à sua volta: lavrador humilde do interior de Goiás e pai de nove crianças, o homem, apaixonado por música, vê nos dois filhos mais velhos, &lt;b&gt;Mirosmar&lt;/b&gt; (Dablio Moreira) e &lt;b&gt;Emival&lt;/b&gt; (Marcos Henrique), um enorme potencial para cantar, algo que pode render para a família um futuro melhor que o seu. Batendo de frente com sua esposa, &lt;b&gt;Helena&lt;/b&gt; (Dira Paes), Francisco usa a colheita das terras de seu sogro (Lima Duarte) para investir na carreira dos meninos, comprando-lhes um violão e um acordeon e forçando-os a submeter-se a uma rígida e quase auto-didata educação musical. A rotina de Mirosmar e Emival incluía até uma bizarra dieta à base de ovos crus (!!!). Olha, se fosse eu no lugar destes garotos, já teria desistido só nessa parte do ovo. Perseverança decididamente não é pra qualquer um. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="left" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="1"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;    &lt;a href="javascript:void window.open('http://a-arca.uol.com.br/v2/imagem_exibe.asp?sec=2&amp;cdn=7481&amp;img=15309','imagem','left=10,top=10,height=300,width=300,resizable=no,scrollbars=yes')" class="legendaimagem"&gt;      &lt;img src="http://a-arca.uol.com.br/v2/images/pipoca_critica_2filhosdefrancisco_05pq.gif" alt="Clique aqui para ver maior." border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zilú (Paloma Duarte), de olho no Zezé. O resultado disso é a Wanessa Camargo...    &lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Assim, "Dois Filhos" acompanha a suada trajetória da família Camargo e de seus dois ilustres membros: os meninos adotam a alcunha de &lt;b&gt;Camargo e Camarguinho&lt;/b&gt; e iniciam uma razoavelmente bem-sucedida carreira pelos vilarejos das redondezas, até que o clã é obrigado a devolver as terras do pai de Helena e aproveita-se disto para mudar-se para Goiânia, onde vivem em condições subhumanas num barraco caindo aos pedaços; para colocar comida em casa, já que o emprego de Francisco não anda adiantando muito, Camargo e Camarguinho decidem cantar e passar o chapéu na rodoviária, onde são abordados pelo empresário dúbio e picareta &lt;b&gt;Miranda&lt;/b&gt; (José Dumont), que desaparece com os garotos por 3 meses e, mais tarde, causa inconscientemente uma tragédia que transforma-se no momento mais dramático da história dos caras e também do filme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em seguida, o enredo do longa percorre a ida do jovem Mirosmar (Márcio Kieling) para São Paulo, seu casamento com a tímida &lt;b&gt;Zilú&lt;/b&gt; (Paloma Duarte) e as primeiras tentativas frustradas de fazer sucesso em carreira solo, já como Zezé Di Camargo, culminando na formação com seu irmão mais novo, &lt;b&gt;Welson&lt;/b&gt; (Thiago Mendonça), mais tarde Luciano, e no nascimento daquele que talvez seja o maior sucesso dos dois, "É o Amor". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enquanto isso, no banheiro do cinema...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zarko&lt;/b&gt; (no celular): Pichuebas, e agora? Me ajuda, cara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;R.Pichuebas:&lt;/b&gt; Acalme-se. Onde você está?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zarko:&lt;/b&gt; Escondido no banheiro do cinema. Estou gostando da fita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;R.Pichuebas:&lt;/b&gt; Que fita, meu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zarko:&lt;/b&gt; "Dois Filhos de Francisco".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;R.Pichuebas:&lt;/b&gt; Nunca mais me ligue e esqueça que eu existo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zarko:&lt;/b&gt; Mas espere um pouq--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;R.Pichuebas:&lt;/b&gt; * tu-tu-tu-tu... *&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;table align="right" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="1"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;    &lt;a href="javascript:void window.open('http://a-arca.uol.com.br/v2/imagem_exibe.asp?sec=2&amp;cdn=7481&amp;img=15311','imagem','left=10,top=10,height=300,width=300,resizable=no,scrollbars=yes')" class="legendaimagem"&gt;      &lt;img src="http://a-arca.uol.com.br/v2/images/pipoca_critica_2filhosdefrancisco_06pq.gif" alt="Clique aqui para ver maior." border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Márcio Kieling e Thiago Mendonça, com Zezé e Luciano: eles são iguais, meu!    &lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dos grandes trunfos de "Dois Filhos de Francisco" é o seu acertadíssimo elenco, do qual destacam-se &lt;b&gt;Dira Paes&lt;/b&gt;, cuja tristeza e humildade em nada lembram sua hilária Solineuza do seriado global "A Diarista"; o próprio Ângelo Antônio, numa interpretação digna de qualquer prêmio de ator; e o excelente &lt;b&gt;Thiago Mendonça&lt;/b&gt;, que rouba a cena como o impagável Welson, apagando totalmente a atuação meio devagar (mas não ruim) de &lt;b&gt;Márcio Kieling&lt;/b&gt;, ex-"Malhação" (só podia ser). Incrível como os dois estão idênticos ao Zezé e ao Luciano! Praticamente irmãos gêmeos separados no nascimento. O trabalho dos atores nunca cai na enjoativa estética teatral que assola 9 entre 10 filmes brasileiros. Se o seu medo é ter que agüentar mais uma "novela no cinema" &lt;i&gt;a la&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.a-arca.com/v2/artigosdt.asp?sec=2&amp;ssec=9&amp;amp;cdn=4804" class="noticiatexto"&gt;Olga&lt;/a&gt;, não se preocupe. Que humilhação, hein tio Monjardim? :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trama também conta com uma série de seqüências particularmente inspiradas. É impressionante como o diretor utilizou de expressões e atos minúsculos para fazer com que seus atores demonstrassem muito: quando Zezé e Zilú se conhecem, por exemplo, nota-se que é algo muito forte somente pela respiração levemente ofegante de &lt;b&gt;Paloma Duarte&lt;/b&gt; (sim, sério). Momentos como este, de pequenos detalhes, constróem diversos significados e emocionam qualquer um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviamente, de nada adiantaria um bom elenco se não fosse o impressionante roteiro, desenvolvido a quatro mãos pela jornalista &lt;b&gt;Patrícia Andrade&lt;/b&gt; e a documentarista &lt;b&gt;Carolina Kotscho&lt;/b&gt; - cheio de diálogos bem-escritos, situações anos-luz do "padrão Globo" e com total ausência de exageros dramáticos -, além da sensível direção de Breno Silveira. O que torna "Dois Filhos de Francisco" tão singular nesta última safra de fitas nacionais é o carinho e o respeito que os realizadores imprimem à sua história. A trajetória de Francisco e seus dois filhos nunca é estereotipada ou banalizada, embora seja a mesma história de milhares de famílias pobres e sem perspectivas espalhadas pelo Brasil. Torna-se praticamente impossível não comover-se com a vida de esforços, sonhos e tragédias dos Camargo. Se mesmo depois deste texto, você ainda está com um pé atrás, não tenha medo. Vá numa boa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="left" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="1"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;    &lt;a href="javascript:void window.open('http://a-arca.uol.com.br/v2/imagem_exibe.asp?sec=2&amp;cdn=7481&amp;img=15313','imagem','left=10,top=10,height=300,width=300,resizable=no,scrollbars=yes')" class="legendaimagem"&gt;      &lt;img src="http://a-arca.uol.com.br/v2/images/pipoca_critica_2filhosdefrancisco_07pq.gif" alt="Clique aqui para ver maior." border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Diziam que ele era doido. Doidos somos nós.'    &lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Olha, quem me dera se as produções de nosso país seguissem o padrão deste aqui. Seria bom que certos cineastas tupiniquins conferissem este trabalho, para entender que um bom cinema não se faz com piadinhas ofensivas e/ou toneladas de pretensão. Engraçado como "Olga", por exemplo, precisou suar a camisa para (tentar) causar a mesma sensação que o personagem de Ângelo Antônio brincando com uma lâmpada conseguiu em um minuto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEUS, EU NÃO ACREDITO! ESTE FILME É BOM! Não podia! Tinha que ser ruim! Parecia ser muito ruim! Não podia ser bom! Não podia ser o melhor nacional do ano! Ok, eu gostei mesmo. E admito que, a partir de agora, tentarei evitar criar expectativas boas ou más, pois posso quebrar a fuça. Não, não virei fã dos caras e não vou sair comprando a discografia dos elementos. Mas confesso que, depois de assistir ao filme, ouvir as músicas de Zezé Di Camargo &amp;amp; Luciano não doem mais como antes. Fica tolerável, até. Mas isto não significa que eu enfrente de bom grado uma suposta cinebiografia da Kelly Key, viu? Aí já é exigir demais da minha sanidade. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enquanto isso, na saída do cinema...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Criança&lt;/b&gt; (apontando para Zarko): Mamãe, mamãe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mãe:&lt;/b&gt; O que foi, filho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Criança:&lt;/b&gt; Por que aquele moço tá chorando?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mãe:&lt;/b&gt; Porque ele saiu do cinema. Deve ter visto um filme muito triste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Criança:&lt;/b&gt; Ah, tá... Mas mamãe, mamãe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mãe:&lt;/b&gt; O que é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Criança:&lt;/b&gt; E por que o céu tá vermelho e milhares de bolas de fogo estão caindo em direção à Terra?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-114529421054150763?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/114529421054150763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=114529421054150763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114529421054150763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114529421054150763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/04/eu-tb-vi-e-tb-gostei.html' title='eu tb vi - e tb gostei...'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-114529336384869125</id><published>2006-04-17T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T10:02:43.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>http://scienceblogs.com/principles/</title><content type='html'>from the uncertain principles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The String Theory Diet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are you unhappy with the way you look? Feel like you're carrying around some large extra dimensions? Want to compactify your manifold before the summer conference season gets here?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you answered "Yes!" to any of those questions, then you're ready for the String Theory Diet!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Each rich, satisfying meals of eleven-dimensional noodles, and watch the pounds melt away! You'll lose weight so fast, your friends will think that gravity is leaking off your brane and affecting them more than you! You'll be your own walking hierarchy problem!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You can lose as much as one Planck mass per Planck time &lt;i&gt;(individual loss rates may vary; past results do not guarantee future performance)&lt;/i&gt; using our simple three-step plan. The tenured research job and &lt;cite&gt;New York Times&lt;/cite&gt; best-selling pop science book of your dreams are within your reach!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-114529336384869125?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/114529336384869125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=114529336384869125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114529336384869125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114529336384869125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/04/httpscienceblogscomprinciples.html' title='http://scienceblogs.com/principles/'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-114496000905905016</id><published>2006-04-13T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T13:26:49.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no decent hits for feynman sartre</title><content type='html'>Entao, o argumento é o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como posturas tao semelhantes no que se refere aa relacao interpessoal mais proxima dos aforementioned personagens podem ter se construido se a contingencia foi tao distinta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como reagir aa, e interpretar a achança de tantos comportamentos espelhados no gênio da fisica e no gênio da filosofia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é uma questao de racionalidade cientifica? coincidência? como se engendram os também aforementioned relacionamentos, e como, prontos, eles se ressemblent tanto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por quê, por quê, por quê?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-114496000905905016?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/114496000905905016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=114496000905905016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114496000905905016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114496000905905016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-decent-hits-for-feynman-sartre.html' title='no decent hits for feynman sartre'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-114495898185131626</id><published>2006-04-13T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T13:09:41.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>enquanto o enrique nao vem ou how field theory can change your life</title><content type='html'>Sabe o que eu quero, mas quero mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria escrever um doutorado em dois pontos, aí vem o tema: eu queria comparar os casos feynman-arline e sartre-simone. Os contextos nao poderiam ser mais diferentes - no entanto, no entanto. Queria fazer um negocio sério em meio filosofia/psicologia/sociologia. Ou literatura comparada: f-a e s-s comparados através das cartas trocadas! Otimo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A questao é: como fazer isso sem mudar de novo, de vez a minha vida? Como é que a gente sabe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-114495898185131626?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/114495898185131626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=114495898185131626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114495898185131626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114495898185131626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/04/enquanto-o-enrique-nao-vem-ou-how.html' title='enquanto o enrique nao vem ou how field theory can change your life'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-114148996062625214</id><published>2006-03-04T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T08:32:40.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tocando na minha estacao</title><content type='html'>possivel outro tipo de measurement/imaging num bec que nao o timeofflight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to do what w/ the 2D-surface trapped bec? (Expect which differences w/ cs in opt lattice 3D?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solition pour transm d'info?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opt latt with defect????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-114148996062625214?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/114148996062625214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=114148996062625214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114148996062625214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114148996062625214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/03/tocando-na-minha-estacao.html' title='tocando na minha estacao'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-114106585635527124</id><published>2006-02-27T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T10:44:16.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>translated do inglês</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Clarice&lt;br /&gt;      came from a mystery.&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      And left for another.&lt;span style=""&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      We remain in ignorance&lt;span style=""&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      of the essence of the mystery.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Or the mystery was not essential,&lt;span style=""&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      it was Clarice traveling in it.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;       &lt;/o:p&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;       &lt;/o:p&gt;       &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-114106585635527124?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/114106585635527124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=114106585635527124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114106585635527124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114106585635527124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/02/translated-do-ingls.html' title='translated do inglês'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-114106195189607948</id><published>2006-02-27T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T09:39:11.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jesus que mal escrito</title><content type='html'>do dignissimo Gremio Politécnico na Intranet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Grêmio Politécnico está organizando uma compra coletiva de livros a fim de obter preços mais acessíveis aos alunos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Assim, mais pessoas terão acesso aos livros - uns por adquirirem por um preço baixo e outros por terem a biblioteca menos sobrecarregada – o empenho dos alunos pelos estudos aumentará, assim como sua produtividade, a cultura de estudar apenas por notas de aula e apostilas diminuirá, e o bolso dos alunos agradece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(alguém entendeu o segundo paragrafo?!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-114106195189607948?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/114106195189607948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=114106195189607948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114106195189607948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114106195189607948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/02/jesus-que-mal-escrito.html' title='jesus que mal escrito'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-114098028337424916</id><published>2006-02-26T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T10:58:03.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ainda o unvertain principles - piadas de fisico</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A promising PhD candidate was presenting his thesis at his final examination. He proceeded with a derivation and ended up with something like:&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;        F = -MA&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;He was embarrassed, his supervising professor was embarrassed, and the rest of the committee was embarrassed. The student coughed nervously and said "I seem to have made a slight error back there somewhere."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;One of the mathematicians on the committee replied dryly, "Either that or an odd number of them!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My favorite among physicist jokes is a small bit of grafitti:&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;"Heisenberg was maybe here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How many theoretical quantum physicists does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; One. One to turn the bulb, one to hold the ladder, and one to renormalize the wave function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A physics professor, his post-doc, and one of his grad students are walking across campus on their way to lunch, when they stuble over an odd metal object half-buried in the ground. Pulling it out and dusting it off, they find it's on oil lamp, and a genie appears.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;"For releasing me, I will give you each one wish," the genie says.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;The grad student speaks up first: "You know what?," he says, "Screw this physics stuff. I want to be on a tropical beach with a drink in my hand and a beautiful woman at my side." And *poof*, he's gone.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;The post-doc speaks next and says, "You know, I've decided I really don't want to be in this field anymore, and this guy's a slave driver-- I wish I had a post-doc in biophysics, at Major Research U." And *poof*, he's gone.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;The professor looks at the genie, and says, "Those two better be back in the lab at 1:15."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Heisenberg was driving down the Autobahn whereupon he was pulled over by a policeman. The policeman asked, "Do you know how fast you were going back there?&lt;br /&gt; Heisenberg replied, "No, but I know where I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; An engineer, a physicist and a mathematician find themselves in an&lt;br /&gt; anecdote, indeed an anecdote quite similar to many that you have no doubt already heard. After some observations and rough calculations the engineer realizes the situation and starts laughing. A few minutes later the physicist understands too and chuckles to himself happily as he now has enough experimental evidence to publish a paper. This leaves the mathematician somewhat perplexed, as he had observed right away that he was the subject of an anecdote, and deduced quite rapidly the presence of humour from similar anecdotes, but considers this anecdote to be too trivial a corollary to be significant, let alone funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There are no physicists in the hottest parts of hell, because the existence of a "hottest part" implies a temperature difference, and any marginally competent physicist would immediately use this to run a heat engine and make some other part of hell comfortably cool. This is obviously impossible.&lt;br /&gt;                 -- Richard Davisson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A grad student is walking to campus when he encounters a talking frog, who says, "please sir, I'm really a beautiful princess. If you kiss me I will become human again and be forever grateful."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;The student puts the frog in his pocket and walks on. Soon he hears muffled shouts from his pocket and pulls out the frog.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Quoth the frog: "Didn't you hear me? I'm really a beautiful princess. If you kiss me, I will love you forever and you will be wealthy beyond your dreams!"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;The grad student puts the frog back into his pocket, only to once again hear the muffled screams.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;"Look, man," the frog screamed, "what will it take to convince you that I'm telling the truth?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;The student replied, "I believe you, but I'm a grad student. I don't have time for a girlfriend...but a talking frog is cool!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Two fermions walk into a bar.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;The bartender asks, "So, what'll it be."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;The first one says, "I'll have a gin and tonic."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;The second one replies, "Dammit, that's what I wanted!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-114098028337424916?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/114098028337424916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=114098028337424916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114098028337424916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114098028337424916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/02/ainda-o-unvertain-principles-piadas-de.html' title='ainda o unvertain principles - piadas de fisico'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-114097951729964689</id><published>2006-02-26T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T10:45:17.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>from the uncertain principles  (http://scienceblogs.com/principles/)</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a id="a001452" href="http://scienceblogs.com/principles/2006/02/the_classical_zeno_effect.php"&gt;The Classical Zeno Effect&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;          &lt;p class="categories"&gt;Category: &lt;a href="http://scienceblogs.com/principles/physics/"&gt;Physics&lt;/a&gt; • &lt;a href="http://scienceblogs.com/principles/physics/quantum_optics/"&gt;Quantum Optics&lt;/a&gt; • &lt;a href="http://scienceblogs.com/principles/silliness/"&gt;Silliness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;div class="entry" id="entry-1452"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Dramatic Presentation of a Classical Analogue to the &lt;a href="http://scienceblogs.com/principles/2006/02/you_cant_get_there_from_here_1.php"&gt;Quantum Zeno Effect&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Play in One Act&lt;/strong&gt;:  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;John Boy: Good night, Mary Ellen.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mary Ellen: Good night John Boy.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JB: Are you asleep?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ME: No.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JB: Are you asleep?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ME: No.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JB: Are you asleep?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ME: No.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Repeat several more times&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Exeunt, pursued by a bear.&lt;/i&gt;                  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-114097951729964689?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/114097951729964689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=114097951729964689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114097951729964689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114097951729964689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/02/from-uncertain-principles.html' title='from the uncertain principles  (http://scienceblogs.com/principles/)'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-114087105831898839</id><published>2006-02-25T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T04:37:38.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eu quero</title><content type='html'>dvd da novela "que rei sou eu".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humpf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-114087105831898839?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/114087105831898839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=114087105831898839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114087105831898839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114087105831898839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/02/eu-quero.html' title='eu quero'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-114086867489082448</id><published>2006-02-25T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T03:57:54.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>por Clara McFly do "garotas que dizem ni"</title><content type='html'>ri muito:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adaptacoes de chapeuzinho vermelho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="corpo"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Peça do Zé Celso&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;O título seria:&lt;/b&gt; Queima, Chapéu&lt;br /&gt;No palco, uma garota vestida de vermelho passeia inocentemente pela Floresta – representada por acessórios de cena feitos de metal retorcido e valorizados pela iluminação delirante. Com um grito repentino, ela denota a aproximação do lobo (que a platéia nunca chega a ver), e retira seu capuz num gesto... er... teatral. Em seguida, aparecem várias ninfas nuas que levam Chapeuzinho ao centro da ribalta, onde ela deposita a capa e, entre gritos, convida alguém da platéia (muito possivelmente o cara mais tímido e padrão de todos, talvez um bancário conhecido por Almeida, que está lá acompanhando a namorada cabeça) para ajudá-la na missão de queimar a capa. As ninfas também participam do movimento e queimam inclusive o terno do Almeida. Seguem-se duas horas e meia de aparente caos e danças em torno da fogueira. É o chamado “momento catártico”. Ao fim, Zé Celso aparece portando um cajado e é ovacionado."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-114086867489082448?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/114086867489082448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=114086867489082448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114086867489082448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114086867489082448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/02/por-clara-mcfly-do-garotas-que-dizem.html' title='por Clara McFly do &quot;garotas que dizem ni&quot;'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-114055504788673330</id><published>2006-02-21T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T12:50:47.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>em ritmo de dorzinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Sapato Velho&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2 id="sz"&gt;Roupa Nova&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p id="cmp"&gt;Você lembra, lembra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  Naquele tempo&lt;br /&gt; Eu tinha estrelas nos olhos&lt;br /&gt; Um jeito de herói&lt;br /&gt; Era mais forte e veloz&lt;br /&gt; Que qualquer mocinho de cowboy&lt;br /&gt; Você lembra, lembra&lt;br /&gt; Eu costumava andar&lt;br /&gt; Bem mais de mil léguas&lt;br /&gt; Pra poder buscar&lt;br /&gt; Flores de maio azuis&lt;br /&gt; E os seus cabelos enfeitar&lt;br /&gt; Água da fonte&lt;br /&gt; Cansei de beber&lt;br /&gt; Pra não envelhecer&lt;br /&gt; Como quisesse&lt;br /&gt; Roubar da manhã&lt;br /&gt; Um lindo por de sol&lt;br /&gt; Hoje, não colho mais&lt;br /&gt; As flores de maio&lt;br /&gt; Nem sou mais veloz&lt;br /&gt; Como os heróis&lt;br /&gt; É talvez eu seja simplesmente&lt;br /&gt; Como um sapato velho&lt;br /&gt; Mas ainda sirvo&lt;br /&gt; Se você quiser&lt;br /&gt; Basta você me calçar&lt;br /&gt; Que eu aqueço o frio&lt;br /&gt; Dos seus pés&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-114055504788673330?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/114055504788673330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=114055504788673330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114055504788673330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114055504788673330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/02/em-ritmo-de-dorzinha.html' title='em ritmo de dorzinha'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-114028368734290079</id><published>2006-02-18T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T09:28:07.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>autopackage</title><content type='html'>Piedade!&lt;br /&gt;Até que enfim os linux developers mostraram algum tipo de compaixao com os pobres mortais que gostam de linux por que é open e free (queném eu) e que nao entendem nada de computador (queném eu).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-114028368734290079?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/114028368734290079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=114028368734290079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114028368734290079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/114028368734290079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/02/autopackage.html' title='autopackage'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-113968415461396309</id><published>2006-02-11T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T10:55:54.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hemingway</title><content type='html'>'Every one needs to talk to some one,' the woman said. 'Before we had religion and other nonsense. Now for every one there should be some one to whom one can speak frankly, for all the valor that one could have one becomes very alone.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, Pilar,' Agustín said. 'You are not smart ('viva' em espanhol). You are brave. You are loyal. You have decision. You have intuition. Much decision and much heart. But you are not smart.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-113968415461396309?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/113968415461396309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=113968415461396309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/113968415461396309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/113968415461396309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/02/hemingway.html' title='Hemingway'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-113925045719078142</id><published>2006-02-06T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T10:27:37.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bacteria: you can't fear what you can't see</title><content type='html'>Quando o seu unico prato quebra, deixando cair no chao a sua janta, você tem duas opcoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nao vou contar pra minha mae a que eu escolhi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-113925045719078142?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/113925045719078142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=113925045719078142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/113925045719078142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/113925045719078142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/02/bacteria-you-cant-fear-what-you-cant.html' title='bacteria: you can&apos;t fear what you can&apos;t see'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-113850046017350661</id><published>2006-01-28T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T18:07:40.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a falta que ele me faz</title><content type='html'>ele é um tonto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas nenhuma dança acontece mais - cada uma que vem só faz cosquinha na memória.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um trident de pêssego pra você também. ou bubbaloo melancia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-113850046017350661?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/113850046017350661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=113850046017350661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/113850046017350661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/113850046017350661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/01/falta-que-ele-me-faz.html' title='a falta que ele me faz'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-113809284860527083</id><published>2006-01-24T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T00:54:08.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pqp</title><content type='html'>alguém conhece coisa mais nojenta que o mangabeira unger escrevendo na folha com retorica de salvador da patria?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-113809284860527083?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/113809284860527083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=113809284860527083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/113809284860527083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/113809284860527083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/01/pqp.html' title='pqp'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-113803824803882984</id><published>2006-01-23T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T09:44:08.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>frase do dia</title><content type='html'>eu nao queria que minha vida fosse essa bagunça toda. Faz mal nao - faz muita historia pra contar às crianças que eu nao vou ter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-113803824803882984?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/113803824803882984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=113803824803882984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/113803824803882984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/113803824803882984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2006/01/frase-do-dia.html' title='frase do dia'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-113532806746770919</id><published>2005-12-23T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T01:01:14.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testando testando 1,2,3</title><content type='html'>Esta mensagem é para você quem está lendo traduzido do babel peixe. (Esta non negligible componente de  vaidade trabalha, você see?) Esta é mais ou less uma mensagem  subliminal teste.&lt;br /&gt;Eu escolhi o meu próximo livro-objeto-of-desejo: Herman Hesse, Liebesgeschichten.&lt;br /&gt;Ps: duvido você pôde ler algo else! Eu escrevo non linearmente, ou?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-113532806746770919?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/113532806746770919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=113532806746770919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/113532806746770919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/113532806746770919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/12/testando-testando-123.html' title='Testando testando 1,2,3'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-113423665089000571</id><published>2005-12-10T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T09:44:10.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>---</title><content type='html'>cutucando um pouco demais além da conta, cara cheia de espinha e saudades das loucuras que eu fiz e que eu faço. quanta coisa eu conheço! quanta coisa eu senti!, ultimamamente tenho sentido coisa ruim na maioria, mas na média ta bao. as pessoas que conheci (cadê o zeitune, o thiago, pena que eu nao fiz mais esforço com os comilitantes brasileiros, onde foi que eu desisti?) o trabalho que é importante, que eu nao devo e nao posso ser feliz antes disso (porque senao da merda, continua a dar). o meu quarto de que eu nem me despedi (tinha sentido a despedida), o meu quarto que sumiu. minha familia, minha mae guerreira. a falta de alguém e de ninguém. mae, você desculpa se eu for triste na vida? nao é sua culpa. o tanto de gente, o tanto de linguas, eu sei falar passaro em sete linguas e isso absolutamente acrescenta nada na minha (in)formacao (classica). feynman. que chora. o quadrinho que eu vou me fazer (e pendurar onde, eu que quarto nem tenho?). os erros. o erro. as musicas que um dia eu quero tocar, cantar, falar russo. eu quero a estabilidade de ter um professor de violao! e calor suficiente pra corrrer. e um trabalho, e uma casa-lar. eu quero trabalhar na unesco (como quando?). ser professora (de verdade). passar um tempo ser pensar em chorar e sem cutucar. e tocar violao e correr (foda-se o piano). russo. les poupées russes, o francês que é minha lingua de amor e odio. tai, amor e odio: frances e viado. andar de regata, calor. correr. comer fruta e salada. que no proximo calendario de natal eu lembre de ser mais feliz. por que tudo de extraordinario que eu vivo tem que ser sozinha? por que esse fardo que eu nao posso dividir? por que eu fiz minha vida assim? escolher ser sozinha? aprender paso doble! isso! nao, castanholas so me fariam feliz. e ler calvino, e terminar meu livro bobo de alemao. e ser feliz lendo. soit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-113423665089000571?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/113423665089000571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=113423665089000571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/113423665089000571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/113423665089000571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post_10.html' title='---'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-113421822173952461</id><published>2005-12-10T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T04:37:01.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>review</title><content type='html'>-gata,emilia&lt;br /&gt;-encontro de jovens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a continuar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-113421822173952461?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/113421822173952461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=113421822173952461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/113421822173952461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/113421822173952461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/12/review.html' title='review'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-113388248720662468</id><published>2005-12-06T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T07:21:27.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>--</title><content type='html'>Ele é doente. E emocionalmente inapto.&lt;br /&gt;Com a vida estúpida e barata dele, com as suas recusas existenciais e o comodismo quase demente, ele condena dois à solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que vença aquele que aguentar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-113388248720662468?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/113388248720662468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=113388248720662468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/113388248720662468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/113388248720662468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post_06.html' title='--'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-113382209315372576</id><published>2005-12-05T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T14:34:53.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Eu me deixei em algum lugar. Deixei meus amigos em algum lugar. Meus livros, meu quarto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-113382209315372576?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/113382209315372576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=113382209315372576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/113382209315372576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/113382209315372576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-113363503862407840</id><published>2005-12-03T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T10:37:18.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(pseudo)repertorio</title><content type='html'>1disparado: Acontecências (ai meus quinze anos)&lt;br /&gt;2 garotos II&lt;br /&gt;3 tesoura do desejo (versao ruinizinha mas facilima)&lt;br /&gt;4 sorte&lt;br /&gt;5 um dia: joana francesa, mas é dificinha&lt;br /&gt;sapato velho tem 47 acordes, entao acho que nem (tao cedo).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-113363503862407840?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/113363503862407840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=113363503862407840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/113363503862407840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/113363503862407840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/12/pseudorepertorio.html' title='(pseudo)repertorio'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-113250576889448550</id><published>2005-11-20T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T08:56:08.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mais</title><content type='html'>"Eu tinha de jogar todas as cartas na mesa, ou seja, tudo o que eu vivera até ali, no atropelo da mocidade, para assumir a minha condição de homem feito, para poder comparecer ao encontro marcado." (FS, fim da primeira parte do EM)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-113250576889448550?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/113250576889448550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=113250576889448550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/113250576889448550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/113250576889448550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/11/mais.html' title='mais'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-113235070458691242</id><published>2005-11-18T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T13:51:44.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>análise (bem mal escrita, mas soit)</title><content type='html'>Onde eu tenho mérito é que eu sou uma self-made woman. E é aí que a coisa fica ruim também, que eu nunca tive ninguém pra dar palpite na minha formacao, dizer "faça isso agora, invista em pesquisa enquanto você é estudante", nao tive  ninguém pra responder por mim ou me recomendar (porque eu nunca trabalhei com ninguém really), nao tive ninguém pra indicar o que eu deveria ou nao fazer, com quem tentar trabalhar ou nao, ninguem pra falar "va nessa conf, presente o seu trabalho, vai falar com os tios". Isso ai é tudo o que eu tenho de bom e de ruim: tudo o que eu construi é imperfeito pra demais da conta, mas o mérito (e o desmérito) é so meu, meu, meu, eu respondo por tudo. Tudo o que eu cavei, fui eu quem corri atras; tudo o que eu nao cavei, poderia ter tido a mao de alguém pra me ajudar; tudo o que eu tentei cavar e nao consegui, boa parte se deve ao fato de eu nao ter ninguém de "backup". Tudo o que eu fiz de kessière na França; tudo o que eu tive que trabalhar sozinha na Inglaterra (aquilo nao era vida, aqueles caras nao fazem ciência); tudo:. Eu podia ter aprendido mais se tivesse alguém pra ajudar, um profi bom. Agora eu sou meio capenga, meio muito boa; às vezes bem capenga, às vezes bem boa. Alguém pra ouvir o que eu tenho pra dizer, e mais que tudo, corrigir o que eu tenho pra dizer. Sozinha eu nao vou fazer nada bem, nunca; mas com o apoio de um grupo bem constituido, onde invistam em mim para ver o investimento de volta, eu sei que eu chego longe. Eu nao devia: 1) ter passado os meus 3 primeiros meses na França como eu passei; 2) ter perdido o meu tempo com meninos em general. Eu mereço coisa pra caramba; eu nao mereço ser tratada como cocô como na França e nem com desleixo como na Inglaterra. Eu tenho umas idéias teoricas e facilidade pra entender como os meus negocios fisicos funcionam, mas nao sei como funciona um relais. Um dia vous ter que bridge esse gap (sou eu capenga e boa de novo). Eu sou feliz quando ocupada, triste quando ociosa. Eu era muito triste na Inglaterra, e acho que agora eu percebo que diploma nao vale um cocô. E otimo pra impressionar, mas que nao vale nada, nao vale. Eu queria ter mais calma pra falar, pra fazer apresentacao, pra falar (eu nao consigo falar alemao de angustia, eu acho; a frase some da minha cabeça quando eu falo). Eu tenho orgulho de me virar (mais ou menos) com o meu linux, de aprender italiano lendo revista, violao do lado errado. Falta o esporte - vamos ver quando eu retomo. Vamos ver o que vai acontecer comigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-113235070458691242?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/113235070458691242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=113235070458691242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/113235070458691242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/113235070458691242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/11/anlise-bem-mal-escrita-mas-soit.html' title='análise (bem mal escrita, mas soit)'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-113225586500603875</id><published>2005-11-17T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T11:31:05.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarice Aiello andará em crise</title><content type='html'>Namorado é queném arranjar trabalho: quando você percebe que não vai conseguir aquele dos sonhos, começa a ter que decidir com qual dos segunda-opções vai ficar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-113225586500603875?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/113225586500603875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=113225586500603875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/113225586500603875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/113225586500603875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/11/clarice-aiello-andar-em-crise.html' title='Clarice Aiello andará em crise'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-113079351836371471</id><published>2005-10-31T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:18:38.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ídalo - parte dois</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;b class="fontTitulo"&gt;Família-Bolsa &lt;/b&gt;    &lt;p class="font12"&gt;         Cristovam Buarque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="font12"&gt;A Bolsa-Escola surgiu como uma solução simples para uma questão complexa: considera que a escola é o caminho para superar a pobreza, e a bolsa um instrumento para colocar os pobres na escola. Por isso, quando foi implantada pela primeira vez no Distrito Federal, em janeiro de 1995, a Bolsa-Escola baseava-se em dois pilares: fortes investimentos na educação pública e o pagamento de um salário mínimo por família, desde que todas as crianças estivessem na escola, com freqüência mínima de 90%. Por isso, o programa era administrado pela Secretaria da Educação. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma bolsa mensal, mesmo que de um salário mínimo, não seria suficiente para retirar ninguém da pobreza. Mas 11 anos de escola básica de qualidade seria, sim, o caminho. Para garantir isso, além do pagamento mensal à família, era realizado um depósito anual, em conta-poupança, para cada criança aprovada e matriculada na série seguinte. Ao final da 4ª e 8ª série, o aluno podia sacar até metade do valor depositado. A retirada integral só podia acontecer após a conclusão do Ensino Médio.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O custo anual da Bolsa-Escola e da Poupança-Escola era de R$ 35,8 milhões. O  orçamento de educação era de R$ 1,6 bilhão. Portanto, esses programas representavam 2,2% do gasto total em educação no Distrito Federal.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 1997, o governo mexicano, inspirado pela idéia, implantou em nível nacional um sistema muito parecido, realizando altos investimentos na educação básica e determinando um valor elevado para a bolsa mensal. No ano 2000, no mandato de Fernando Henrique Cardoso, o Governo Federal implantou a Bolsa-Escola em todo o país, embora com um valor pequeno, mas executada pelo Ministério da Educação.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O governo Lula mudou tudo isso. Substituiu Escola por Família, retirou a execução do programa do MEC, transferindo-a para a assistência social, dando-lhe um perfil totalmente diferente do objetivo educacional. O próprio Presidente, na comemoração do segundo aniversário da Bolsa Família, afirmou que não importa se o programa é assistencialista ou não.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Importa sim. Ao garantir educação, a Bolsa-Escola é um investimento que emancipa, ao passo que a Bolsa Família é o custo de manter a família na pobreza. Os filhos das crianças que receberam Bolsa-Escola não vão precisar dessa ajuda. Os filhos dos filhos da Bolsa Família continuarão dependendo dela. A Bolsa-Escola permitia às famílias um “subir na vida”; a Bolsa Família garante-lhes apenas o “continuar viva”.  Por isso, elas terminarão conhecidas como Famílias da Bolsa, permanentemente dependentes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra diferença está na relação do governo com as famílias. No caso da Bolsa-Escola, as mães sentiam-se remuneradas pelo trabalho de monitorar o aprendizado e a freqüência dos filhos à escola. A suspensão do pagamento da bolsa, caso alguma criança da família faltasse às aulas sem justificativa, quebrava o paternalismo. A Bolsa Família, vista como simples transferência de renda, sem a contrapartida do estudo nem o investimento na qualidade da educação, e administrada pela assistência social, transforma a família em submissa devedora do governo, recebedora de favores, passível de riscos eleitoreiros. Além de não educar as crianças, deseduca politicamente as famílias. Prova disso é a análise de que o resultado eleitoral de 2006 pode ser determinado pela lealdade dessas famílias da bolsa à candidatura do Presidente Lula.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma pena que um programa educacional tão premiado tenha se tornado assistencial. Uma bolsa para libertar agora aprisiona, transforma as famílias das crianças em famílias da bolsa.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o mais grave é que há poucas chances de que a Bolsa Família volte a ser Bolsa-Escola, porque as famílias resistirão à exigência da freqüência às aulas. Isso aconteceu no Equador, onde havia um programa de renda solidária. Implantar a Bolsa-Escola implicaria um gasto adicional, já que era impossível retirar daquelas famílias  um direito já adquirido. E como não havia recursos para os dois programas, mantiveram somente o assistencial, o programa Família-Bolsa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-113079351836371471?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/113079351836371471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=113079351836371471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/113079351836371471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/113079351836371471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/10/dalo-parte-dois.html' title='ídalo - parte dois'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-112963790687501760</id><published>2005-10-18T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T05:18:26.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>folha</title><content type='html'>eu estou limpando meu caderno. arranquei a ultima folha e transcrevo a parte que nao quero perder (na ordem):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borel (1914) showed long ago that even the gravitational effect resulting from shifitng a small rock at the distance of Sirius by a few cm would completely change the microscopic state of a gas in a vessel here on Earth within seconds after the retarded field has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                               unconditional&lt;br /&gt;                                                               about understanding&lt;br /&gt;                                                               about being free and daring (and caring)&lt;br /&gt;                                                         breakdown: rational aspect (Feynman's letter)&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              freedom, liberty&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     2 milestones, raison d'être&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proposal for BEC as a qubit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has Feynman ever consider quaternions? stoch wavefct eq?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must the commutation relations be preserved in principle (in the case of a dissipative system)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analogous to laser cooling in solid-state (maybe Gabrielse's exp on feedback cooling of an e-, but not convinced (the !e&gt; state of me has proposed it, but me in !g&gt; does not really agree))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chaos leads to decoherence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-112963790687501760?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/112963790687501760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=112963790687501760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/112963790687501760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/112963790687501760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/10/folha.html' title='folha'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-112870439396867647</id><published>2005-10-07T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T09:59:53.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alguma coisa</title><content type='html'>eu tirei Adios Nonino nas férias de janeiro de 2003. nao digo que estava Zuper, mas estava boinho, eu tinha ouvido muito a gravacao original do tio Piazzola. voltando pra Franca, aquele estupido do profe boiola me meteu defeito na musica (okei, nao estava boa, mas eu me divertia, e gostava muito) e me deu uns exercicinhos coiós. em abril eu larguei o piano (por quase dois anos exatos).&lt;br /&gt;hoje eu tentei tocar Adios Nonino. e alguma coisa mudou: nao dá mais pé, a melodia escapou e tudo o que a música me trazia de bonito também. hoje, só com a gravacao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-112870439396867647?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/112870439396867647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=112870439396867647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/112870439396867647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/112870439396867647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/10/alguma-coisa.html' title='alguma coisa'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-112867035381971344</id><published>2005-10-07T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T00:32:33.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guia completa, extremamente extra-oficial de prováveis Nobeis de física (e óbvio que biased)</title><content type='html'>Já que me falaram há dois dias que eu tenho um faro bao, aí vai a minha lista dos que vao, algum dia, ganhar o Nobel de física:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalibard * Aspect * Yamamoto * Deutsch * Zeilinger * Ekert * Bennett * Wineland e  Blatt * Haroche, Rempe e Kimble * Cirac e Zoller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e entre os mais novos, eu apostaria: Grangier * Mabuchi * Vuckovic * Bloch * Vandersypen * e Stamper-Kurn (que ainda vai ser o primeiro a fazer CQED com BEC, whatever that means)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-112867035381971344?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/112867035381971344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=112867035381971344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/112867035381971344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/112867035381971344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/10/guia-completa-extremamente-extra.html' title='guia completa, extremamente extra-oficial de prováveis Nobeis de física (e óbvio que biased)'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-112828532581722700</id><published>2005-10-02T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T13:35:25.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>http://www.collegehumor.com/movies/149448/</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+3;"&gt;Finite Simple Group (of Order Two)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Klein Four original by M. Salomone &lt;/p&gt; &lt;hr /&gt; &lt;pre&gt;The path of love is never smooth&lt;br /&gt;But mine's continuous for you&lt;br /&gt;You're the upper bound in the chains of my heart&lt;br /&gt;You're my Axiom of Choice, you know it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lately our relation's not so well-defined&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't function without you&lt;br /&gt;I'll prove my proposition and I'm sure you'll find&lt;br /&gt;We're a finite simple group of order two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my identity&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tensor every day&lt;br /&gt;And without loss of generality&lt;br /&gt;I will assume that you feel the same way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since every time I see you, you just quotient out&lt;br /&gt;The faithful image that I map into&lt;br /&gt;But when we're one-to-one you'll see what I'm about&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we're a finite simple group of order two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our equivalence was stable,&lt;br /&gt;A principal love bundle sitting deep inside&lt;br /&gt;But then you drove a wedge between our two-forms&lt;br /&gt;Now everything is so complexified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first met, we simply connected&lt;br /&gt;My heart was open but too dense&lt;br /&gt;Our system was already directed&lt;br /&gt;To have a finite limit, in some sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm living in the kernel of a rank-one map&lt;br /&gt;From my domain, its image looks so blue,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all I see are zeroes, it's a cruel trap&lt;br /&gt;But we're a finite simple group of order two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the smoothest operator in my class,&lt;br /&gt;But we're a mirror pair, me and you,&lt;br /&gt;So let's apply forgetful functors to the past&lt;br /&gt;And be a finite simple group, a finite simple group,&lt;br /&gt;Let's be a finite simple group of order two&lt;br /&gt;(Oughter: "Why not three?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've proved my proposition now, as you can see,&lt;br /&gt;So let's both be associative and free&lt;br /&gt;And by corollary, this shows you and I to be&lt;br /&gt;Purely inseparable. Q. E. D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-112828532581722700?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/112828532581722700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=112828532581722700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/112828532581722700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/112828532581722700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/10/httpwwwcollegehumorcommovies149448.html' title='http://www.collegehumor.com/movies/149448/'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-112759343073390267</id><published>2005-09-24T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T13:23:50.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De volta à raiz de dois</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;da "&lt;i&gt;Uma vez escoteiro&lt;/i&gt;":&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            "&lt;i&gt;Levei seis anos de minha infância com um lenço enrolado no pescoço,             flor-de-lis na lapela e pureza no coração, para descobrir que não passava de um             candidato à solidão. Alguma coisa ficou, é verdade: a certeza de que posso a qualquer             momento arrumar a minha mochila, encher de água o meu cantil e partir. Afinal de contas             aprendi mesmo a seguir uma trilha, a estar sempre alerta, a ser sozinho, fui escoteiro             — e uma vez escoteiro, sempre escoteiro&lt;/i&gt;". (FSabino, nasceu homem, morreu minino)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-112759343073390267?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/112759343073390267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=112759343073390267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/112759343073390267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/112759343073390267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/09/de-volta-raiz-de-dois.html' title='De volta à raiz de dois'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-112755807493326864</id><published>2005-09-24T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T03:34:34.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and tensor algebra (poem by the Polish writer Stanislaw Lem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come, let us hasten to a higher plane&lt;br /&gt;Where &lt;a href="http://mathworld.wolfram.com/Dyad.html"&gt;dyads&lt;/a&gt; tread the fairy fields of &lt;a href="http://www.venndiagram.com/intro.html"&gt;Venn&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Their &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Index_%28mathematics%29"&gt;indices&lt;/a&gt; bedecked from one to &lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commingled in an endless &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Markov_chain"&gt;Markov chain&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come, every &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frustum"&gt;frustum&lt;/a&gt; longs to be a cone&lt;br /&gt;And every &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vector"&gt;vector&lt;/a&gt; dreams of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matrix_%28mathematics%29"&gt;matrices&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hark to the gentle &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gradient"&gt;gradient&lt;/a&gt; of the breeze:&lt;br /&gt;It whispers of a more &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ergodic_theory"&gt;ergodic&lt;/a&gt; zone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bernhard_Riemann"&gt;Riemann&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Hilbert"&gt;Hilbert&lt;/a&gt; or in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stefan_Banach"&gt;Banach&lt;/a&gt; space&lt;br /&gt;Let &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Superscript"&gt;superscripts&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Subscript"&gt;subscripts&lt;/a&gt; go their ways.&lt;br /&gt;Our &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asymptote"&gt;asymptotes&lt;/a&gt; no longer out of phase,&lt;br /&gt;We shall encounter, counting, face to face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll grant thee &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Random_access"&gt;random access&lt;/a&gt; to my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Thou'lt tell me all the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mathematical_constants"&gt;constants&lt;/a&gt; of thy love;&lt;br /&gt;And so we two shall all love's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lemma"&gt;lemmas&lt;/a&gt; prove,&lt;br /&gt;And in our bound &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Partition#Mathematics"&gt;partition&lt;/a&gt; never part.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For what did &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Augustin_Louis_Cauchy"&gt;Cauchy&lt;/a&gt; know, or &lt;a href="http://www-groups.dcs.st-and.ac.uk/%7Ehistory/Mathematicians/Christoffel.html"&gt;Christoffel&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean_Baptiste_Joseph_Fourier"&gt;Fourier&lt;/a&gt;, or any &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Boole"&gt;Boole&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leonhard_Euler"&gt;Euler&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Wielding their compasses, their pens and rulers,&lt;br /&gt;Of thy &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/supernal"&gt;supernal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sinusoidal"&gt;sinusoidal&lt;/a&gt; spell?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cancel me not - for what then shall remain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mathworld.wolfram.com/Abscissa.html"&gt;Abscissas&lt;/a&gt; some &lt;a href="http://mathworld.wolfram.com/Mantissa.html"&gt;mantissas&lt;/a&gt;, modules, modes,&lt;br /&gt;A root or two, a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Torus"&gt;torus&lt;/a&gt; and a node:&lt;br /&gt;The inverse of my verse, a null &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Domain_%28mathematics%29"&gt;domain&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ellipse of bliss, converge, O lips divine!&lt;br /&gt;The product of our &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scalar"&gt;scalars&lt;/a&gt; is defined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cyberiad&lt;/em&gt; draws nigh, and the skew mind&lt;br /&gt;Cuts capers like a happy &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haversine_formula"&gt;haversine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I see the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eigenvalue%2C_eigenvector%2C_and_eigenspace"&gt;eigenvalue&lt;/a&gt; in thine eye,&lt;br /&gt;I hear the tender &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tensor"&gt;tensor&lt;/a&gt; in thy sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daniel_Bernoulli"&gt;Bernoulli&lt;/a&gt; would have been content to die,&lt;br /&gt;Had he but known such a&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; cos 2 ψ!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-112755807493326864?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/112755807493326864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=112755807493326864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/112755807493326864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/112755807493326864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/09/love-and-tensor-algebra-poem-by-polish.html' title='Love and tensor algebra (poem by the Polish writer Stanislaw Lem)'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-112491080428879945</id><published>2005-08-24T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T12:13:24.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These Physics guys are very weird</title><content type='html'>"This is for instance what happens if we burn a volume of the Encyclopædia Britannica. Correlations in the relative motion of the molecules in the produced smoke encode all the information contained in the volume. Needless to say that for all practical purposes the information is completely lost but still the evolution of the system is unitary."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antonio Dobado, article about the holographic principle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-112491080428879945?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/112491080428879945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=112491080428879945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/112491080428879945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/112491080428879945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/08/these-physics-guys-are-very-weird.html' title='These Physics guys are very weird'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-112246899092197806</id><published>2005-07-27T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T05:56:30.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOIN ROUME</title><content type='html'>At last!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) a folha da la as suas mancadas, mas acertou no editorial de ontem: dizendo que, se o cara do metrô fosse ricano, francês, alemao, bref gente de primeiro mundo, a reacao da policia britanica nao teria sido de "desculpem, mas fariamos de novo". (e se até a folha falou... alias, nao vi nenhum outro meio de comunicacao defender a idéia.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) do filme "Poupées Russes", suite do albergue espagnole... eu nunca tinha feito isso na vida: ir no cinema dois dias seguidos pra ver o mesmo filme. Qualquer dia eu explico, nao agora. E o filme em si é bobo, bobo... é supra con, mas é engraçado como esses momentos supra cons que duram dez segundos ficam pra sempre gravados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff8080;"&gt;&lt;a name="1"&gt; Mysteries&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows how I adore life&lt;br /&gt;When the wind turns on the shores lies another day&lt;br /&gt;I cannot ask for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time bell blows my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I have scored a better day&lt;br /&gt;Well nobody made this war of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the moments that I enjoy&lt;br /&gt;A place of love and mystery&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there anytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mysteries of love&lt;br /&gt;Where war is no more&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there anytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time bell blows my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I have scored a better day&lt;br /&gt;Well nobody made this war of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the moments that I enjoy&lt;br /&gt;A place of love and mystery&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there anytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysteries of love&lt;br /&gt;Where war is no more&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there anytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-112246899092197806?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/112246899092197806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=112246899092197806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/112246899092197806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/112246899092197806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/07/goin-roume.html' title='GOIN ROUME'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-111936307179603017</id><published>2005-06-21T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T07:11:11.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>melhor que o bal de l'x</title><content type='html'>pena que eu fui explorada (12 horas de trabalho, soh pra ganhar 46 paus, com metade das gentes necessarias pra que o negocio run smoothly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas nunca vi festa igual. duas entries para a companhia perfeita, ainda nao decidi qual. pqp, que festa boa (deve ter sido). um dia eu volto (ou venho, ou vou). esta marcado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as cinco e meia eu senti frio de cansaço. sentei pra ouvir o showzinho, e chorei quando as meninas cantaram a capella:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leonard Cohen - Hallelujah Lyrics&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;pre&gt;Now I've heard there was a secret chord&lt;br /&gt;That David played, and it pleased the Lord&lt;br /&gt;But you don't really care for music, do you?&lt;br /&gt;It goes like this&lt;br /&gt;The fourth, the fifth&lt;br /&gt;The minor fall, the major lift&lt;br /&gt;The baffled king composing Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your faith was strong but you needed proof&lt;br /&gt;You saw her bathing on the roof&lt;br /&gt;Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew her&lt;br /&gt;She tied you&lt;br /&gt;To a kitchen chair&lt;br /&gt;She broke your throne, and she cut your hair&lt;br /&gt;And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say I took the name in vain&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know the name&lt;br /&gt;But if I did, well really, what's it to you?&lt;br /&gt;There's a blaze of light&lt;br /&gt;In every word&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter which you heard&lt;br /&gt;The holy or the broken Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my best, it wasn't much&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch&lt;br /&gt;I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you&lt;br /&gt;And even though&lt;br /&gt;It all went wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand before the Lord of Song&lt;br /&gt;With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah &lt;/pre&gt; assim, fui dormir as sete, as nove joguei o Wecker bem longe e reacordei as 11h45. pra num fazer nada. Estou cansada, meio que desistindo: foda-se.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-111936307179603017?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/111936307179603017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=111936307179603017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111936307179603017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111936307179603017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/06/melhor-que-o-bal-de-lx.html' title='melhor que o bal de l&apos;x'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-111857343788150845</id><published>2005-06-12T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T03:50:37.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Amo muito você, minha querida Castor"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Relação com Simone de Beauvoir rompeu barreiras &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;b&gt; MARIA RITA KEHL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;  ESPECIAL PARA &lt;b&gt;FOLHA&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Eles formaram o casal símbolo  das esperanças libertárias dos  tempos modernos. O amor e a  paixão da amizade, que os  uniram por mais de 50 anos, até a  morte de Sartre, consolidaram-se  em torno de um objeto comum: a  verdade. Mas como é impossível viver na verdade, o encontro entre  Sartre e Simone inaugurou-se com  uma mentira. Em 1929, quando se licenciou em filosofia na Sorbonne,  Beauvoir estava envolvida em uma  relação platônica com André Herbaud, amigo de Sartre.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;  O que mais sabia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Quando Jean-Paul propôs-lhe um  encontro, Simone inventou uma  desculpa e pediu a sua irmã que a  substituísse. Esta, ao voltar do passeio, disse que Sartre engoliu a mentira "cortesmente".&lt;br /&gt; Poucas semanas depois, Castor  [forma como Simone era chamada  por Sartre] entraria com Herbaud e  Nizan no quarto de Sartre para estudar Leibniz. Já no primeiro encontro  percebeu que Sartre era o que mais  sabia no grupo. Ganhava todas as  discussões, mas mostrava uma genuína alegria em compartilhar seu  saber. "Era um maravilhoso treinador intelectual", escreveu Simone  em seu diário. Sartre estava com 23  anos, Simone, com 21. Depois desse  primeiro contato, seguiu-se um período de alegre camaradagem entre  Simone e os três rapazes, que a consideravam como uma igual: a moça  de família burguesa e formação católica não se chocava com a liberdade da conversa masculina.&lt;br /&gt; Em pouco tempo, a amizade de  Sartre prevaleceu sobre a dos outros  dois: "Todo tempo que não passava  com ele era tempo perdido".&lt;br /&gt; Para Beauvoir, Sartre foi o companheiro que não exigiu que ela renunciasse a si mesma. Para ele, Castor foi  a cúmplice em um projeto que raras  mulheres de sua geração aceitariam:  uma parceria amorosa radicalmente  antiburguesa, que excluía casamento, filhos, formação de patrimônio.&lt;br /&gt; Uma união em que o pensamento  e a escrita sempre estiveram em primeiro lugar, seguidos do companheirismo, do prazer da conversa,  da paixão pela política. "Bruscamente, não me achava mais só", escreveu  Simone, surpresa por ter encontrado um homem que a dominava intelectualmente, mas que a estimulava  para que se tornasse sua igual. "Com  ele, poderia sempre tudo partilhar."&lt;br /&gt; Não foi um arroubo de juventude. Sartre e Simone bancaram, durante 51 anos, a ousada proposta do que Benjamin Péret chamou de "amor sublime", entre homem e mulher capazes de fazer, do encontro amoroso, condição de sublimação. Sartre não tinha interesse em dominar Simone. Sua liberdade o interessava, assim como seu talento e sua produção escrita. Foram sempre os primeiros leitores dos livros que um e outro escreviam.&lt;br /&gt; Nunca moraram na mesma casa.  Mesmo durante a doença de Sartre,  os hábitos do agradável cotidiano  compartilhado respeitavam os limites da autonomia de cada um. Passavam, juntos, uma parte das férias;  depois, cada um viajava para o seu  lado. "Mas a separação de Sartre  sempre era um pequeno choque para mim", escreveu Beauvoir.&lt;br /&gt; A longa lista de casos amorosos de  Sartre, todos do conhecimento de  Simone, tinha relação com o prazer  que ele sentia em ocupar, diante de  outras mulheres, a posição masculina tradicional, de domínio e poder.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;  Certa deserotização&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; É possível que o racionalismo que marcou a parceria entre Sartre e Simone, condição para que o casal sobrevivesse à arriscada proposta da liberdade sexual de ambos, tenha lhes custado o preço de uma certa deserotização. Na longa entrevista que Sartre concedeu à sua companheira em 1974, o interesse dele por outras mulheres foi discutido abertamente; àquela altura, o triunfo de Beauvoir sobre todas as outras estava consolidado. Com outras mulheres, Sartre experimentava o mundo singular de cada uma. Porém "o mundo, eu o vivia com você". Parecia um amor esfriado; talvez não fosse. "Amo muito você, minha querida Castor", teria lhe dito Sartre no hospital, dois dias antes de morrer.&lt;br /&gt; A morte de Sartre deixou Simone  em estado de choque. Tentou deitar-se junto do corpo dele no leito do  hospital, debaixo dos lençóis. Ficou  seriamente doente e esgotada nas semanas que se seguiram. Foi uma  despedida dolorosa. "Sua morte nos  separa. Minha morte não nos reunirá. Assim é: já é belo que nossas vidas tenham podido harmonizar-se  por tanto tempo."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-111857343788150845?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/111857343788150845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=111857343788150845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111857343788150845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111857343788150845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/06/amo-muito-voc-minha-querida-castor.html' title='&quot;Amo muito você, minha querida Castor&quot;'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-111843188399549675</id><published>2005-06-10T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T12:31:24.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eu vou infartar (ler de baixo pra cima)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Subject:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; IMPORTANT E-MAIL -------------  TWO QUESTIONS TO BE ANSWERED&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;  Hi XXXX, &lt;br /&gt;1)We are going to pattern on the ***QD sample*** on TUESDAY, as YYYY thinks that we should start with the ***QD sample***. This ***QD sample*** needs to have some crosses on MONDAY to be usable in Qbeam on TUESDAY; Will you put them or will I put them?????????????????? Please answer this specific question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)For the waveguide: YOU ARE RIGHT, I DO NOT HAVE AUTOCAD HERE, COULD YOU FIX IT PLEASE BY REMOVING ALL THE HOLES IN THAT LINE, ALL OF THEM?????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; $$$$$$$$$$$$$$ DO NOT FORGET TO ANSWER THE ####TWO#### QUESTIONS INDICATED BY ?????? ABOVE$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,  Clarice      &lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(e-mail from XXXX to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is what I also counted, just to make sure. I guess this is not that&lt;br /&gt;important though. In your former device, the waveguide was not fully surrounded&lt;br /&gt;by holes unlike here (left and right). So, I guess you will couple light from&lt;br /&gt;the top and the waveguide is just some means of getting the cavities to&lt;br /&gt;communicate. However, since you have fully surrounded the waveguide, it will&lt;br /&gt;also act as a cavity in some extent, did you take that into account in your&lt;br /&gt;simulation? I want to make sure this is correct before I build a new program&lt;br /&gt;specifically for that geometry.&lt;br /&gt;We can use my last spare chip with alignment marks for your device but you will&lt;br /&gt;need to make quite a few chips with marks (as many as possible) in the future.&lt;br /&gt;You will have to ask Gordon to train you on CUMMSIV (remember what David Hasko&lt;br /&gt;said?), I can't validate your training. I will give you a few GaAs chips for&lt;br /&gt;you, which you will have to clean/cover with A8/bake. Since alignment is not&lt;br /&gt;critical for your device, you will also have to prepare the following alignment&lt;br /&gt;marks instead:&lt;br /&gt;Cross with length 40 um and width 5 um, one at each corner of a 400 by 400 um&lt;br /&gt;field size and all marks have to be comprised within that field. You can put as&lt;br /&gt;many set of crosses in a 4 by 4 mm field as possible (the realistic area where&lt;br /&gt;you can put some patterns on a chip). You should also labell each set, as you&lt;br /&gt;did for the smaller crosses. This will give you enough space to pattern a few&lt;br /&gt;PhCs with different dose within the same field and to detect the marks easily.&lt;br /&gt;This is for QB only. If Nanowriter is required, you will need smaller field&lt;br /&gt;size and the smaller set of crosses that you already have in your file, and&lt;br /&gt;pattern one device at a time.&lt;br /&gt;Also please get your job file ready and also send it to me. I will have to help&lt;br /&gt;people cleaning the laser lab on Tuesday since this was planed weeks before.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I should managed to be free for 1 hour between 2 and 5pm to assist&lt;br /&gt;you with QB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Jun 10 2005, C. Demarchi-Aiello wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;&gt; Hi XXXX,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 51 in y (vertical)&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 100 in x (horizontal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; AND WHO PATTERNS THE CROSSES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Clarice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; On Jun 10 2005, XXXX wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;&gt; &gt; Hi Clarice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Can you please tell me how many lattice in x and how many in y&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; directions? there seems to be quite a lot. By the way, there is no need&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; to forward to YYYY this kind oi work but keep your progress report for&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; the Tuesday meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; XXXX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; On Jun 10 2005, C. Demarchi-Aiello wrote (with copy to the big boss):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; Hi XXXX,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; 1) Attached is the autocad file you requested. Shall we need to pattern&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; alignment crosses, we can use those in the floppy that I gave you last&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; week. Observation: you asked for a bigger pattern to avoid proximity&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; effects - I have made a 51 x 100 pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; 2) I booked Qbeam for TUESDAY 2-5pm. Let me know in case it does not&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; suit you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; 3) For the alignment crosses, three options: A) I pattern them&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; optically on Monday B) You pattern them using CUMS 4 (which I have not&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; been trained to use) C) We pattern them on TUESDAY, during the Qbeam&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; time slot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; Please answer: 1) How you want to handle the alignment crosses problem?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;                2) If you have any more task for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; Thanks, and best wishes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; Clarice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-111843188399549675?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/111843188399549675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=111843188399549675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111843188399549675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111843188399549675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/06/eu-vou-infartar-ler-de-baixo-pra-cima.html' title='eu vou infartar (ler de baixo pra cima)'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-111822742086766455</id><published>2005-06-08T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T03:43:40.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>que merda</title><content type='html'>O nome do livro do Feynman em inglês americano é muuuuuuuuuuito mais divertido: Perfectly reasonable deviations from the beaten track. Is it not????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-111822742086766455?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/111822742086766455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=111822742086766455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111822742086766455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111822742086766455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/06/que-merda.html' title='que merda'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-111808822539090852</id><published>2005-06-06T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T13:03:45.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entendeu? (from Wikipedia)</title><content type='html'>In particle theory, a magnetic monopole arises from a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Topological" title="Topological"&gt;topological&lt;/a&gt; glitch in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Vacuum_configuration&amp;action=edit" class="new" title="Vacuum configuration"&gt;vacuum configuration&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gauge_field" title="Gauge field"&gt;gauge fields&lt;/a&gt; in a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grand_Unified_Theory" title="Grand Unified Theory"&gt;Grand Unified Theory&lt;/a&gt; or other &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Gauge_unification&amp;amp;action=edit" class="new" title="Gauge unification"&gt;gauge unification&lt;/a&gt; scenario. The length scale over which this special vacuum configuration exists is called the correlation length of the system. A correlation length cannot be larger than &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Causality" title="Causality"&gt;causality&lt;/a&gt; would allow, therefore the correlation length for making magnetic monopoles must be at least as big as the horizon size determined by the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metric_tensor" title="Metric tensor"&gt;metric&lt;/a&gt; of the expanding &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Universe" title="Universe"&gt;Universe&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;p&gt;According to that logic, there should be at least one magnetic monopole per horizon volume as it was when the symmetry breaking took place. This creates a problem, because it predicts that the monopole density today should be about 10&lt;sup&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt; times the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Critical_density" title="Critical density"&gt;critical density&lt;/a&gt; of our Universe, according to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_Bang" title="Big Bang"&gt;Big Bang&lt;/a&gt; model. But so far, physicists have been unable to find even one. Also, the Universe appears to be close to its critical density - for all matter combined.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Non-inflationary &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_Bang" title="Big Bang"&gt;Big Bang&lt;/a&gt; cosmology suggests that monopoles should be plentiful, and the failure to find magnetic monopoles is one of the main problems that led to the creation of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cosmic_inflation" title="Cosmic inflation"&gt;cosmic inflation&lt;/a&gt; theory. In inflation, the visible universe was much smaller in the period before inflation, and despite the very short time before inflation, it would have been small enough for the whole visible universe to have been within the horizon, and thus not requiring many monopoles. At the moment, versions of inflation seem to be the most likely cosmological theories.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The idea of magnetic monopoles existing is an appealing one, in light of the very natural and elegant way they would fit into a number of theories that physicists find promising. For example, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Dirac" title="Paul Dirac"&gt;Paul Dirac&lt;/a&gt;'s conclusion (related to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aharonov-Bohm_effect" title="Aharonov-Bohm effect"&gt;Aharonov-Bohm effect&lt;/a&gt;) that the existence of magnetic monopoles implies that both electric and magnetic charge are &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quantum" title="Quantum"&gt;quantized&lt;/a&gt; is unquestioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(Você venceu: batata-frita)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-111808822539090852?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/111808822539090852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=111808822539090852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111808822539090852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111808822539090852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/06/entendeu-from-wikipedia.html' title='Entendeu? (from Wikipedia)'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-111808783431765292</id><published>2005-06-06T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T12:57:14.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistery solved</title><content type='html'>(je cite, je cite) livro novo do Feynman, comentário antes de uma das cartas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In 1931 the great physicist Paul Dirac argued convincingly that there may exist in nature magnetic monopoles, fundamental particles out of which emerge radially pointing magnetic fields, analogous to the electric fields that stick out of an electron or proton, and he predicted the strength of such a monopole's magnetic field."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, bom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-111808783431765292?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/111808783431765292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=111808783431765292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111808783431765292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111808783431765292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/06/mistery-solved.html' title='Mistery solved'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-111799922910373547</id><published>2005-06-05T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T15:40:43.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's stick to the basis, will you</title><content type='html'>começa aos oito anos: Mônica e Cebolinha&lt;br /&gt;nos anos incríveis: Winnie e Kevin&lt;br /&gt;continua no colegial:  Simone e Jean-Paul&lt;br /&gt;e vai pela física adentro: Arline e Richard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*vou citar, vou citar (can't help):&lt;br /&gt;"I find it hard to understand in my mind what it means to love you after you are dead - but I still want to comfort and take care of you - and I want you to love me and care for me. I want to have problems to discuss with you - I want to do little projects with you. I never thought until just now that we can do that together. What should we do. We started to learn to make clothes together - or learn Chinese - or getting a movie projector. Can't I do something now. No. I am alone without you and you were the "idea-woman" and general instigator of all our wild adventures."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continua da maneira mais meiga, e apretada, possível.&lt;br /&gt;ai.&lt;br /&gt;engraçado como na lista aí em cima falta o Fernando, pras coisas mais caras da minha vidinha serem todas spanned. Engraçado que talvez, nesse sentido e só, Clarice também seja uma coluna ímpar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-111799922910373547?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/111799922910373547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=111799922910373547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111799922910373547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111799922910373547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/06/lets-stick-to-basis-will-you.html' title='Let&apos;s stick to the basis, will you'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-111791325400428603</id><published>2005-06-04T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T12:27:34.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you have time to think?</title><content type='html'>Mais não falo! (Mas ganhou meu fds, meu mês)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-111791325400428603?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/111791325400428603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=111791325400428603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111791325400428603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111791325400428603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/06/dont-you-have-time-to-think.html' title='Don&apos;t you have time to think?'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-111774612314725548</id><published>2005-06-02T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T14:02:03.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase do dia (porque a gente vive de máximas)(ou mínimas)</title><content type='html'>I want to be a scientist, not a mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-111774612314725548?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/111774612314725548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=111774612314725548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111774612314725548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111774612314725548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/06/frase-do-dia-porque-gente-vive-de.html' title='Frase do dia (porque a gente vive de máximas)(ou mínimas)'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-111661952385566297</id><published>2005-05-20T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T13:05:23.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Existencialismo</title><content type='html'>"Your act was unwise", I exclaimed, "as you see by the outcome." He solemnly eyed me. "When choosing the course of my action", said he, "I had not the outcome to guide me." - Ambrose Bierce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-111661952385566297?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/111661952385566297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=111661952385566297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111661952385566297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111661952385566297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/05/existencialismo.html' title='Existencialismo'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-111652908282252473</id><published>2005-05-19T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T11:58:02.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Schumman's</title><content type='html'>Frauenliebe und -Leben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-111652908282252473?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/111652908282252473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=111652908282252473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111652908282252473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111652908282252473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/05/schummans.html' title='Schumman&apos;s'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-111644015563438282</id><published>2005-05-18T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T11:15:55.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fermi rulez</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="thisitem"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div id="content-journalnav"&gt;&lt;div id="content"&gt;&lt;h1 class="page-header"&gt;Essay&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p id="cite"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nature&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;435&lt;/b&gt;, 281 (19 May 2005)  | &lt;abbr title="Digital Object Identifier"&gt;doi&lt;/abbr&gt;: 10.1038/435281a&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h2 id="atl"&gt;&lt;span id="artsubhead"&gt;Concept&lt;/span&gt;Capturing chaos&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p id="aug"&gt;Mark Buchanan&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a title="affiliated with " href="http://www.nature.com/nature/journal/v435/n7040/full/435281a.html#a1"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="affiliations-notes"&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li id="a1"&gt;     Mark Buchanan is a science writer based in Cambridge, UK.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="abs"&gt;&lt;a class="backtotop hidden" href="http://www.nature.com/nature/journal/v435/n7040/full/435281a.html#top"&gt;Top&lt;span class="hidden"&gt; of page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h3 class="hidden"&gt;Abstract&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p class="lead"&gt;Ergodicity: a fundamental assumption of statistical physics — anything that can happen will happen — was thrown into question 50 years ago. Now it looks solid after all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="articlebody"&gt;&lt;p class="norm"&gt;In 1954, at the Los Alamos National Laboratory in New Mexico, Enrico Fermi, John Pasta and Stanislas Ulam undertook an experiment that was unusual for the time. They used one of the early computers — a hulking device with thousands of vacuum tubes called MANIAC I — to simulate the dynamics of a long chain of masses linked together by springs. Setting their virtual chain in motion with an organized, wave-like vibration, they sought to measure how quickly that motion would degenerate into random chaos; how the chain, started off out of equilibrium, would relax into it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="norm"&gt;"The results of our computations," Fermi and colleagues later reported, "were, from the beginning, surprising." The organization did not degenerate, it persisted. For as long as they could run their computer, the chain never settled into equilibrium.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="norm"&gt;Fermi and his colleagues' experiment cast doubt on a fundamental assumption of physics — the so-called 'hypothesis of ergodicity' — and thereby on the foundations of the physics of solids, liquids and other forms of matter. Fifty years of further work have finally vindicated those foundations, and may offer a penetrating new perspective on some very old problems.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="norm"&gt;The notion of ergodicity asserts, in a sense, that anything that can happen will happen; that a system having a number of possible states will, over a finite time, visit each and every one with equal frequency. A fly might spend all day in one corner of a room, or it may buzz around but never visit the window at the far end. Neither behaviour would be ergodic. An ergodic fly would go everywhere, exploring every last part of the room repeatedly and spending, in the long run, the same time in each area.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="norm"&gt; The assumption of ergodicity is a kind of democratic principle of dynamics. In physics, it offers a way to build up knowledge on a basis of ignorance. In the Fermi−Pasta−Ulam chain — as in any bit of ordinary matter — nonlinear interactions between too many particles make it impossible to know exactly how the system will evolve. Moreover, the system might well spend more time in some states than in others, making it equally impossible to get any general understanding, even of its average behaviour, in the long run. Knowing next to nothing, however, one might assume, boldly, that all states get equal treatment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="norm"&gt;This assumption wipes away a world of more complicated possibilities. And, as a result, a theorist only has to average over all of a system's states, without bias. This idea works beautifully in practice, in literally thousands of cases. Without it there would be no theory of liquids or conductors or magnets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="norm"&gt;But Fermi and his colleagues' experiment made all this success look like a miraculous and unwarranted gift, for their simple chain did not explore all its states equally, but got hung up, returning repeatedly to specific wave-like patterns of vibration. The chain violated all the rules of ergodicity — hence 50 years of continued interest with the experiment. Only recently, by using much faster computers, have physicists got to the bottom of the conflict.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="norm"&gt;To set their chain in motion, Fermi and colleagues gave it some energy with an initial kick. In seminal work over the past decade, researchers have explored systematically how the behaviour of such a chain changes with increasing energy, with illuminating results. As it turns out, ergodicity seems to come into play when the energy given to the chain is about ten times greater than that applied by Fermi and colleagues in their original study. At this energy, rather than remaining locked into some kind of semi-repetitive state, the vibrating chain begins to explore its possible states ergodically and relaxes slowly into equilibrium.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="norm"&gt;Importantly, this relaxation happens more quickly as the number of linked masses increases; longer chains get hung up less easily. Similar behaviour has been found in several other simple systems, suggesting that something like ergodicity typically reigns when the number of particles involved is very large — as is the case in ordinary matter. Statistical physics, it seems, has been saved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="norm"&gt;These studies have also discovered a second transition that occurs at higher energy — from so-called 'weak' chaos to 'strong' chaos. This switch seems to be intimately linked to abrupt phase transitions wherein matter turns from one organized form into another. Until now, phase transitions have been understood in statistical terms, with little detailed connection made to the underlying microscopic dynamics. But this dynamic change suggests that phase transitions may be understood in another way, as reflecting an abrupt qualitative transformation in the way a system explores its possible states.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="norm"&gt;It is ironic that a century ago the foundations of statistical physics were taken to be sound, and to rest firmly on the ergodic hypothesis. It took the insight of Fermi and his colleagues, and the fastest computer of the time, to suggest that there might be a problem. Fifty years, a lot more thinking, and immeasurably faster computers were then needed to show that things were fine after all. So physicists have come back to where they started, but it all looks very different.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="norm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&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/9566201-111644015563438282?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/111644015563438282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=111644015563438282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111644015563438282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111644015563438282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/05/fermi-rulez.html' title='Fermi rulez'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-111642841497606341</id><published>2005-05-18T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T08:00:14.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dojo</title><content type='html'>de acordo com os simbolozinhos, quer dizer "pathway to a place".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh isso ai. Na estrada, sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-111642841497606341?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/111642841497606341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=111642841497606341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111642841497606341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111642841497606341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/05/dojo.html' title='Dojo'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-111601282550954883</id><published>2005-05-13T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T12:33:45.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>titulos</title><content type='html'>touchante gaucherie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pensamento mosaico&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-111601282550954883?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/111601282550954883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=111601282550954883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111601282550954883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111601282550954883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/05/titulos.html' title='titulos'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-111601154685481781</id><published>2005-05-13T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T12:12:26.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random noise</title><content type='html'>Can somebody tell me if there is a connection between the spectral decomposition theory (of an operator, sei lá) and the Fourier transform? I have a book in which the chapter "Spectral theory" comes just after "Fourier Analysis". I think there is a link, but can't formulate une question bien posée. And rubbish questions usually deserve rubbish answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resposta ao professor (desde setembro): o processo é coerente, nao ha émission spontanée no meio, a energia é transferida de maneira coerente. Se eu quiser eu posso levar o átomo de volta ao estado inicial (antes do Raman process-truc-stuff). Por isso nao pode just jogar una energia cualquiera e esperar o atomo decair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto saudades da minha mae. Como assim, como é que eu posso gostar tanto dela se ela nao sabe o que esta acontecendo comigo, porque eu perdi o costume de dizer? (Meio para evitar o controle, meio porque eu ando diferente) E por que eu ando perdendo o costume de dizer tanta coisa...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-111601154685481781?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/111601154685481781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=111601154685481781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111601154685481781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111601154685481781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/05/random-noise.html' title='random noise'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-111573205887577626</id><published>2005-05-10T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T06:34:18.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sem titulo, sem object, sem porcaria nenhuma</title><content type='html'>tah mal diagramado no meu copipaiste, mas - da correio Caros Amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ética relativista de feras do mercado&lt;br /&gt;por Maiana Diniz&lt;br /&gt;Eliane Cantanhêde, da Folha de S. Paulo, e Helena Chagas do jornal O Globo, apresentam para estudantes o que é permitido ou não no exercício do jornalismo.Jornalismo é uma profissão que tem como base a confiança – entre jornalistas e fontes, editores e repórteres, escritores e leitores. A prática fundamenta-se na ética e é preciso estabelecer o que é válido ou não na busca e na divulgação de informações. Na noite de quarta-feira, 13 de abril, o Instituto de Ensino Superior de Brasília promoveu para os alunos dos cursos de jornalismo uma mesa redonda-com o tema “Ética na Reportagem”. O debate contou com a presença dos jornalistas Carlos Chagas, Eliane Cantanhêde, Helena Chagas e Luiz Martins, que expuseram suas experiências e percepções – nem sempre comuns – acerca do tema.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de o educador Carlos Chagas afirmar que não concorda com a existência de uma ética utilitarista – acredita em ética como algo universal, de todos os cidadãos e não de cada profissão –, Eliane Cantanhêde, colunista do jornal Folha de S. Paulo, começou o discurso com a declaração de que, para ela, a ética é relativa. Pelo fato de terem a função de descobrir e divulgar informações de interesse público, os jornalistas podem passar por cima de regras sociais, e até da lei, para conseguir o que querem. “É antiético usar do artifício de uma mentira para conseguir uma informação ou é errado roubar um documento para levar uma informação para uma empresa? Para mim, não.” Eliane afirmou que “o que vale é deixar que o público saiba o que é de seu interesse”. Não disse qual é o limite do jornalista. Se o argumento é a busca de um bem maior, será que vale tudo? Roubar documento público pode, ouvir atrás da porta e mentir também pode. Será que roubar um celular no qual você sabe que tem o telefone daquela fonte que seria fundamental na sua próxima grande reportagem pode? Será que pode botar fogo no Congresso para ver se os bombeiros chegam rápido? A colunista não explicou. Quando um estudante questionou qual era esse limite, Eliane afirmou que a estudante estava levando sua fala “ao pé da letra”. Que tudo dependia do contexto, apesar de não ter falado em contexto: afirmou que o que interessava era o “povo” receber a notícia. E completou: “Se você acha que isso é antiético, uma boa idéia é que você seja publicitária”. Além de ser uma ofensa aos publicitários – como se estes não pudessem trabalhar pelo interesse público e com informações importantes e verdadeiras – a afirmação de Eliane leva a crer que não existe outra opção para quem quer trabalhar na imprensa brasileira. Para ter sucesso, é preciso mentir, roubar e sabe-se lá mais o que, “pois a informação não cai do céu”. ",1]&lt;br /&gt;);&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de o educador Carlos Chagas afirmar que não concorda com a existência de uma ética utilitarista – acredita em ética como algo universal, de todos os cidadãos e não de cada profissão –, Eliane Cantanhêde, colunista do jornal Folha de S. Paulo, começou o discurso com a declaração de que, para ela, a ética é relativa. Pelo fato de terem a função de descobrir e divulgar informações de interesse público, os jornalistas podem passar por cima de regras sociais, e até da lei, para conseguir o que querem. “É antiético usar do artifício de uma mentira para conseguir uma informação ou é errado roubar um documento para levar uma informação para uma empresa? Para mim, não.” Eliane afirmou que “o que vale é deixar que o público saiba o que é de seu interesse”. Não disse qual é o limite do jornalista. Se o argumento é a busca de um bem maior, será que vale tudo? Roubar documento público pode, ouvir atrás da porta e mentir também pode. Será que roubar um celular no qual você sabe que tem o telefone daquela fonte que seria fundamental na sua próxima grande reportagem pode? Será que pode botar fogo no Congresso para ver se os bombeiros chegam rápido? A colunista não explicou. Quando um estudante questionou qual era esse limite, Eliane afirmou que a estudante estava levando sua fala “ao pé da letra”. Que tudo dependia do contexto, apesar de não ter falado em contexto: afirmou que o que interessava era o “povo” receber a notícia. E completou: “Se você acha que isso é antiético, uma boa idéia é que você seja publicitária”. Além de ser uma ofensa aos publicitários – como se estes não pudessem trabalhar pelo interesse público e com informações importantes e verdadeiras – a afirmação de Eliane leva a crer que não existe outra opção para quem quer trabalhar na imprensa brasileira. Para ter sucesso, é preciso mentir, roubar e sabe-se lá mais o que, “pois a informação não cai do céu”.&lt;br /&gt;Como se não existissem outras maneiras de conseguir dados, de descobrir verdades. Essa, sim, é a função dos jornalistas. “Se virar” para conseguir a notícia. Mas o “se virar” não precisa incluir nada que vá contra princípios éticos e morais. Por mais incrível que pareça, diante da resposta da jornalista, as palmas foram instantâneas. Estudantes e professores apoiaram a opinião da jornalista. Luiz Martins da Silva, professor do Departamento de Jornalismo da Universidade de Brasília, contestou a idéia de Eliana Cantanhêde de que, “se o fim for válido” – obter informações –, vale mentir e roubar. O comentário de Luiz Martins foi: “Será que vale?” Segundo o professor, depende muito do contexto histórico e singular das situações para fazer o julgamento se faz sentido ou não, se é ou não legítimo agir de forma antiética em prol de um bem maior. Roubar ou não roubar, mentir ou não mentir, é uma escolha moral de cada profissional. Ninguém deve ser forçado a agir contra o que acredita ser certo. Não é correto que a pressão do mercado, que supervaloriza furos e notícias exclusivas, guie o comportamento dos jornalistas. Sabe-se que por trás de comportamentos antiéticos nem sempre está a vontade de mostrar a verdade aos leitores. Geralmente estão associados ao interesse comercial – jornais ganham legitimidade ao apresentar notícias novas – e à vaidade do profissional que escreve. Não é novidade que jornalistas ganhem prestígio ao conseguir informações que mais ninguém tem. E como conseguiram, pelo visto, não interessa. Eliane declarou: “Jornalismo também é empresa, também é negócio. Meu patrão também é empresário”. Ao que parece, a grande busca é dinheiro e sucesso, interesse público é só o caminho. Luiz deu uma boa contribuição para a discussão quando contestou a afirmação das jornalistas de que essas práticas eram explicadas pela busca do bem público. Há muita coisa que é de interesse público e não é publicado. “Por que o governo precisa gastar milhões com prevenção de doenças, por exemplo?” ",1]&lt;br /&gt;);&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se não existissem outras maneiras de conseguir dados, de descobrir verdades. Essa, sim, é a função dos jornalistas. “Se virar” para conseguir a notícia. Mas o “se virar” não precisa incluir nada que vá contra princípios éticos e morais. Por mais incrível que pareça, diante da resposta da jornalista, as palmas foram instantâneas. Estudantes e professores apoiaram a opinião da jornalista. Luiz Martins da Silva, professor do Departamento de Jornalismo da Universidade de Brasília, contestou a idéia de Eliana Cantanhêde de que, “se o fim for válido” – obter informações –, vale mentir e roubar. O comentário de Luiz Martins foi: “Será que vale?” Segundo o professor, depende muito do contexto histórico e singular das situações para fazer o julgamento se faz sentido ou não, se é ou não legítimo agir de forma antiética em prol de um bem maior. Roubar ou não roubar, mentir ou não mentir, é uma escolha moral de cada profissional. Ninguém deve ser forçado a agir contra o que acredita ser certo. Não é correto que a pressão do mercado, que supervaloriza furos e notícias exclusivas, guie o comportamento dos jornalistas. Sabe-se que por trás de comportamentos antiéticos nem sempre está a vontade de mostrar a verdade aos leitores. Geralmente estão associados ao interesse comercial – jornais ganham legitimidade ao apresentar notícias novas – e à vaidade do profissional que escreve. Não é novidade que jornalistas ganhem prestígio ao conseguir informações que mais ninguém tem. E como conseguiram, pelo visto, não interessa. Eliane declarou: “Jornalismo também é empresa, também é negócio. Meu patrão também é empresário”. Ao que parece, a grande busca é dinheiro e sucesso, interesse público é só o caminho. Luiz deu uma boa contribuição para a discussão quando contestou a afirmação das jornalistas de que essas práticas eram explicadas pela busca do bem público. Há muita coisa que é de interesse público e não é publicado. “Por que o governo precisa gastar milhões com prevenção de doenças, por exemplo?”&lt;br /&gt;A diretora da sucursal de Brasília do jornal O Globo, Helena Chagas, apoiou e defendeu a colega da Folha. “Eu também roubo documentos!”, afirmou. Disse que faz o que for preciso para obter informações que julga serem valorosas. “Se der bobeira, eu pego mesmo”, afirmou a jornalista. E mais. Acredita que a melhor maneira de proteger o jornalista é que essas situações sejam discutidas com os editores, na redação. É preciso ter o respaldo dos chefes. Praticamente, uma máfia! Um estudante usou o discurso de Carlos Chagas para questionar a posição das jornalistas. Carlos disse, que para saber se algum comportamento é ético, basta pensar no que aconteceria se todos resolvessem agir daquela maneira. “O que aconteceria se todos os jornalistas assumissem o discurso de vocês, do roubo e da mentira? O que seria da prática?” Não houve resposta. Mas a pergunta existe. O que aconteceria? Coisa boa não seria... É na faculdade que se deve aprender que, antes de ser profissionais de sucesso, é essencial buscar agir de forma justa e responsável. Que ninguém precisa aceitar passivamente os absurdos do mercado. Que ninguém é obrigado a se vender. Que é possível fazer notícias verdadeiras, de qualidade e que vendam. Que, com união, é possível construir uma imprensa mais isenta. Que a ética é fundamental. É até engraçado que, em uma palestra dentro do ambiente acadêmico, a ética não seja tratada com a devida importância. Uma vergonha! Maiana Diniz é estudante de jornalismo. &lt;a onclick="'\" href="/" target="'\"&gt;",]&lt;br /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A diretora da sucursal de Brasília do jornal O Globo, Helena Chagas, apoiou e defendeu a colega da Folha. “Eu também roubo documentos!”, afirmou. Disse que faz o que for preciso para obter informações que julga serem valorosas. “Se der bobeira, eu pego mesmo”, afirmou a jornalista. E mais. Acredita que a melhor maneira de proteger o jornalista é que essas situações sejam discutidas com os editores, na redação. É preciso ter o respaldo dos chefes. Praticamente, uma máfia! Um estudante usou o discurso de Carlos Chagas para questionar a posição das jornalistas. Carlos disse, que para saber se algum comportamento é ético, basta pensar no que aconteceria se todos resolvessem agir daquela maneira. “O que aconteceria se todos os jornalistas assumissem o discurso de vocês, do roubo e da mentira? O que seria da prática?” Não houve resposta. Mas a pergunta existe. O que aconteceria? Coisa boa não seria... É na faculdade que se deve aprender que, antes de ser profissionais de sucesso, é essencial buscar agir de forma justa e responsável. Que ninguém precisa aceitar passivamente os absurdos do mercado. Que ninguém é obrigado a se vender. Que é possível fazer notícias verdadeiras, de qualidade e que vendam. Que, com união, é possível construir uma imprensa mais isenta. Que a ética é fundamental. É até engraçado que, em uma palestra dentro do ambiente acadêmico, a ética não seja tratada com a devida importância. Uma vergonha! Maiana Diniz é estudante de jornalismo. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-111573205887577626?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/111573205887577626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=111573205887577626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111573205887577626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111573205887577626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/05/sem-titulo-sem-object-sem-porcaria.html' title='sem titulo, sem object, sem porcaria nenhuma'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-111558423674655593</id><published>2005-05-08T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T13:30:36.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vendetta</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Vou Deitar e Rolar&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2 id="sz"&gt;Elis Regina&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p id="cmp"&gt;Composição: Baden Powell e Paulo César Pinheiro&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Não venha querer me consolar&lt;br /&gt; Que agora não dá mais pé&lt;br /&gt; Nem nunca mais vai dar&lt;br /&gt; Também quem mandou se levantar&lt;br /&gt; Quem levantou pra sair&lt;br /&gt; Perde o lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; E agora, cadê teu novo amor&lt;br /&gt; Cadê que ele nunca funcionou&lt;br /&gt; Cadê que nada resolveu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; REFRAO:&lt;br /&gt; Quaquaraquaquá, quem riu&lt;br /&gt; Quaquaraquaquá, fui eu&lt;br /&gt; Quaquaraquaquá, quem riu&lt;br /&gt; Quaquaraquaquá, fui eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ainda sou mais eu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-111558423674655593?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/111558423674655593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=111558423674655593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111558423674655593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111558423674655593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/05/vendetta.html' title='Vendetta'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-111548642736825467</id><published>2005-05-07T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T10:20:38.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia</title><content type='html'>"Fear leads to anger&lt;br /&gt;anger leads to pain&lt;br /&gt;and pain leads to...&lt;br /&gt;suffffering..."&lt;br /&gt;(by Yoda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pê says que eu imito bem)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-111548642736825467?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/111548642736825467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=111548642736825467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111548642736825467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111548642736825467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/05/pensamento-do-dia.html' title='Pensamento do dia'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-111548447009533366</id><published>2005-05-07T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T09:53:30.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feynman rulez II</title><content type='html'>Avulsas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: somebody to tell me what the equivalent of (laser cooling in Atom Physics) in Solid State Physics would be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo isso ha tempos, e precisou o Gabor me avisar: "The Fourier transform is an entirely non-causal method of description."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Particulas passando por uma slit fininha como método de termalizacao, ou randomizacao da velocidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in principle &lt;/span&gt;consider the magnetic field as generated by some kind of massless paired-particles (ie, particles glued and inseparable like quarks, which would explain the existance of north/south poles always together)(or almost always, keep reading), defined more or less as "created when we have electric charges in moooooovement")?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's time you drop(p)ed a course when you're the only one in the classe who does seem deeply troubled when the lecturer says the words "non-abelian magnetic monopoles".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does one laser beam diverge, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;intrinsically&lt;/span&gt;? I think it should have to do somehow with the loss of coherence, but the post-doc I work with thinks it's bullshit. But wasn't able to give me a satisfactory answer either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does the Action S in QED bekommt some kind of imaginary part when we consider pure magnetic interactions (genre, spins), and what does this imaginary part represent? (That it gets some kind of imaginary part, my imaginary friend Richard told me in one of his books)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some "on how to use information sheet" on quarternions. And the meaning of the two extra axis (when you're fairly convinced that i can be useful, and when you're just getting used to imaginary times and stuff, some guy just introduces two more axis, and you're lost again).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-111548447009533366?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/111548447009533366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=111548447009533366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111548447009533366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111548447009533366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/05/feynman-rulez-ii.html' title='Feynman rulez II'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-111524559421586987</id><published>2005-05-04T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T15:26:34.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Explicito (que eu tou de saco lleno dessa vida tonta)</title><content type='html'>O Rique para as palavras, o choro e o papo no café&lt;br /&gt; O NicoPô pra comer salada, vida saudável e corrida&lt;br /&gt;O Jon para ficar apeixonadinha e para encontrar de manhã&lt;br /&gt;O Eduardo para olhar no olho, as estórias, a bengalinha&lt;br /&gt;O Fernando para o Scrabble, para brincar de trabalhar com&lt;br /&gt;O Peter para os causos das línguas e cousas off-scale&lt;br /&gt;O Vincent para ir no museu, fim de semana e fazer família&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu sozinha pra mandar todo mundo pra cucuia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-111524559421586987?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/111524559421586987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=111524559421586987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111524559421586987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111524559421586987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/05/explicito-que-eu-tou-de-saco-lleno.html' title='Explicito (que eu tou de saco lleno dessa vida tonta)'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-111505460462901681</id><published>2005-05-02T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T10:23:24.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No cantinho do tunel, depois da curva</title><content type='html'>da folha de hoje (daquele portugues que escreve na folha online):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Inferno são os outros? Fato, fato. Mas, como diria Millôr, o Paraíso também.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-111505460462901681?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/111505460462901681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=111505460462901681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111505460462901681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111505460462901681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-cantinho-do-tunel-depois-da-curva.html' title='No cantinho do tunel, depois da curva'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-111491129550867644</id><published>2005-04-30T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T18:34:55.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S&amp;S ou Só&amp;SóS (primeiro?)</title><content type='html'>Bota ai um Piazzolla pra gente ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai a gente vai no bar em Londres que eu li na revista. Eu peço pra você escolher um drinque e você, só você, escolhe o drinque que tem pérola macerada no fundo (afrodisíaco!). Milhor: você nunca teve dúvida: desde que eu propus ir no bar, você sabia que era para ser eu escolhida pelo drinque perolado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Museu. Você é o único que faz comentários inteligentes e estúpidos (ao mesmo tempo). A gente ri, você levanta as sobrancelhas, eu dou pulinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente, só a gente, vai pra Islândia. E depois pra Rapa-nui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-111491129550867644?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/111491129550867644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=111491129550867644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111491129550867644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111491129550867644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/04/ss-ou-sss-primeiro.html' title='S&amp;S ou Só&amp;SóS (primeiro?)'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-111490717853942187</id><published>2005-04-30T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T17:26:18.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Füßeln und Bla IV</title><content type='html'>Oquêi, você venceu: Batata-frita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cols="2" width="80%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="60%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Mit Dir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="40%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.k-web.ch/funline/songs/lyrics.htm" target="_parent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="60%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="40%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    mit dir steht die zeit still du bist was ich will &lt;br /&gt;spürst du was ich fühl denn was ich fühl ist real &lt;br /&gt;es ist mehr als nur ein spiel ich lieb deinen stil &lt;br /&gt;dein sexappeal komm relax mit mir &lt;br /&gt;ich will nichts tun was du später mal bereu'n wirst &lt;br /&gt;doch heute nacht brauch ich bißchen mehr als freundschaft &lt;br /&gt;bitte schau mich nicht so an deine blicke sind gefährlich &lt;br /&gt;ehrlich ich begehr dich  &lt;p&gt;mit dir steht die zeit still du verwirrst mich &lt;br /&gt;bist zuviel für mich spür' wie du mein willen brichst &lt;br /&gt;ist es mehr als nur ein spiel leg die karten auf den tisch &lt;br /&gt;meinst du ich bleib kühl wenn du bei mir bist &lt;br /&gt;ich will nichts tun was ich spoäter mal bereu'n werd' &lt;br /&gt;doch heute nach brauch ich bißchen mehr als freundschaft &lt;br /&gt;deine küsse machen süchtig nimm rücksicht &lt;br /&gt;ich weiß du bist berüchtigt  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(refrain) &lt;br /&gt;komm her komm her &lt;br /&gt;komm nächer komm näher &lt;br /&gt;baby baby du bist smooth wie kamasutra &lt;br /&gt;...pschhht... sonst hört uns deine mutter &lt;br /&gt;denk nicht ich sei unverwundbar  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;baby baby meinst du nicht daß wir zu weit gehn &lt;br /&gt;wird das mehr als nur ein one night stand &lt;br /&gt;oider willst du mich nur haben um deinen homes davon zu erzähl'n  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;mit dir bleibt die welt stehn &lt;br /&gt;denk nicht daß wir uns nicht wiedersehn wenn sie sich morgen weiterdreht &lt;br /&gt;ich weiß es ist schön spät soll ich lieber gehn &lt;br /&gt;oder bei dir bleiben du bist mehr als nur ein zeitvertreib &lt;br /&gt;ist es einsamkeit die aus deinen augen spricht &lt;br /&gt;laß die zweifel sein und genieß den augenblick &lt;br /&gt;auch ich brauch dich &lt;br /&gt;ist es nicht erstaunlich wie sehr du mit vertraut bist &lt;br /&gt;mit dir bleibt die welt stehn &lt;br /&gt;werden wir uns wiedersehen wenn sie sich morgen weiterdreht &lt;br /&gt;ich weiß es ist spät weiß nicht was ich mach' &lt;br /&gt;ich will deine leidenschaft und nicht nur für eine nacht  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;is es liebe die aus deinen augen spricht &lt;br /&gt;zumindest spür ich sie im augenblick &lt;br /&gt;auch ich brauch dich &lt;br /&gt;es ist erstaunlich wie sehr du mir vetraut bist  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;baby baby seitdem ich dich gesehn hab &lt;br /&gt;hab ich gespürt daß es passieren wird &lt;br /&gt;was wir tun kann nicht falsch sein &lt;br /&gt;es ist mehr als du vielleicht meinst  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;baby baby suchst du nur nach abenteuern &lt;br /&gt;wir spielen mit dem feuer &lt;br /&gt;bitte nimm mich in den arm ich erliege deinem charme &lt;br /&gt;ich will mich nicht verbrennen ich will dich wirklich kennen  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;baby baby du siehst schön aus im schlaf &lt;br /&gt;ich komm wieder wenn ich darf &lt;br /&gt;will dich nicht wecken schreib dir'n zettel bevor ich weggeh' babe  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;baby baby küss mich wach &lt;br /&gt;ich begrüß den tag &lt;br /&gt;schenk dir ein lächeln ich will dich checken bevor du weggehst babe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-111490717853942187?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/111490717853942187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=111490717853942187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111490717853942187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111490717853942187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/04/feln-und-bla-iv.html' title='Füßeln und Bla IV'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-111481153145848434</id><published>2005-04-29T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T14:52:11.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantasma da Ophera</title><content type='html'>FDS em London London (sozinha, pra sair do Kreis de carencia dos aa minha volta). Fui ver o fanstasma da opera. Nao comento muito, porque so vai sair coisa de segunda mao. mas nao me contenho e lanco um comentario: ou voce eh o principal e nao ganha a mocinha, ou eh um bosta de coadjuvante e mesmo assim a mocinha boba escolhe ficar com voce, ^o mediocre. chega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tate modern, amanha British (finally!) e se der, opera para grandes. Vamos ver. eu quero a minha mae.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-111481153145848434?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/111481153145848434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=111481153145848434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111481153145848434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111481153145848434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/04/phantasma-da-ophera.html' title='Phantasma da Ophera'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-111470084277171398</id><published>2005-04-28T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T08:07:22.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Il faut passer le temps X (ou quase X)</title><content type='html'>Faz-me rir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Software livre pode custar mais, diz Microsoft FABIANO MAISONNAVE&lt;br /&gt;da Folha de S.Paulo, em Washington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em meio à divergência pública do governo em relação ao software livre, o vice-presidente da Microsoft da América Latina, o venezuelano Eugenio Beaufrand, afirmou que o programa é só uma pequena parte do custo de um projeto de informática. No final, afirma Beaufrand, o software livre tende a ser mais oneroso.Os softwares livres não exigem pagamento de licença para uso e podem ser copiados, modificados e distribuídos livremente. Os softwares proprietários, como os da Microsoft, exigem pagamento de licença para uso e não permitem cópia, modificação e distribuição.Nesta semana, o ministro Luiz Fernando Furlan (Desenvolvimento) criticou a opção do governo de privilegiar o software livre. Decreto em análise pela Casa Civil torna obrigatória a opção pelo software livre nas licitações de informática do governo federal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em tempo: ontem eu fui numa escola com o meu negocio do Seek e, pela primeira vez, as criancas nao me odiaram. Peor: me adoraram. I'm not used to/liking thaiait. Fora o fato de uma das meninas ter dito que eu devia ter 13 anos. Mas os detalhes da estoria, so com o Pee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-111470084277171398?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/111470084277171398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=111470084277171398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111470084277171398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111470084277171398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/04/il-faut-passer-le-temps-x-ou-quase-x.html' title='Il faut passer le temps X (ou quase X)'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-111446393125176806</id><published>2005-04-25T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T14:18:51.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Füßeln und Bla III</title><content type='html'>Ami imaginaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu lis? Tu cares? Tu me manques. J'ai laissé tomber la langue que t'adores, mais je continue avec l'opéra. Je suis maquée en ce moment: un gars qui vient de la land où on a été heureux pendant un long weekend. Ma vie a tellement changé depuis! Tu m'as laissée upside down. Tu comprends, je pouvais plus avec la façon dont tu me regardais, considérais, non tu comprends pas. C'est pas bien grave. Tu lis pas, de toute façon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-111446393125176806?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/111446393125176806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=111446393125176806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111446393125176806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111446393125176806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/04/feln-und-bla-iii.html' title='Füßeln und Bla III'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-111444212435854580</id><published>2005-04-25T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T08:15:24.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seçao de livros que ainda nao tem nome I</title><content type='html'>do Restaurant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You're very strange', she said.&lt;br /&gt;'No, I'm very ordinary,' said Arthur (Dent), 'but some very strange things have happened to me. You could say I'm more differed from than differing.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-111444212435854580?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/111444212435854580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=111444212435854580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111444212435854580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111444212435854580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/04/seao-de-livros-que-ainda-nao-tem-nome.html' title='Seçao de livros que ainda nao tem nome I'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-111433359187463139</id><published>2005-04-24T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T02:06:31.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Füßeln und Bla II</title><content type='html'>Falstaff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NANNETTA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Io son ferita,&lt;br /&gt;Ma tu sei vinto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-111433359187463139?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/111433359187463139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=111433359187463139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111433359187463139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111433359187463139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/04/feln-und-bla-ii.html' title='Füßeln und Bla II'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-111433058445517123</id><published>2005-04-24T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T01:16:24.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Il faut passer le temps n</title><content type='html'>Do Elio Gaspari de hoje, na Folha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tancredo vive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Cena rápida, com Tancredo Neves e um amigo, em um  grupo que se encaminhava  para uma fila de automóveis: &lt;br /&gt; O amigo: "Eu vou com o  doutor Tancredo neste carro.  O resto vai no outro". &lt;br /&gt; Tancredo: "Meu caro, o  resto, não. Os demais".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-111433058445517123?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/111433058445517123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=111433058445517123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111433058445517123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111433058445517123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/04/il-faut-passer-le-temps-n.html' title='Il faut passer le temps n'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-111427013568759420</id><published>2005-04-23T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T08:28:55.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feyman rulez I</title><content type='html'>Eu avisei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz duas semanas, numa reuniao, eu propus um negocio: fazer uma integracao de cavidades fotonicas de formas diferentes (ou Q diferentes), fazer elas comunicarem atraves de um waveguide, e eventually tunar a comunicacao delas (justamente porque elas têm Q diferentes). Me olharam como se eu nem merecesse atencao: olha essa doida. Ninguem quis discutir a fazibilidade do troço. (alias, o que me falta aqui e gente pra discutir) Ontem saiu um negocio parecido no Applied Physics Letters: sinal que tem gente pensando nisso faz tempo. (por essas e por outras que eu estou caindo fora)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu consolo é que pelo menos eu nao tenho as ideias tao furadas assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: o unico acento que eu pus é o ^ do têm, porque se nao fica errado, nao so feio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-111427013568759420?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/111427013568759420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=111427013568759420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111427013568759420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111427013568759420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/04/feyman-rulez-i.html' title='Feyman rulez I'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-111420477359136712</id><published>2005-04-22T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T14:19:33.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Il faut passer le temps VIII</title><content type='html'>Eu tinha tanta coisa pra fazer, mas... passei a noitinha ouvinda a Radio USP, e me fez um bem... nao consegui nem ler o Hitchhiker, nem fazer minhas coisinhas... se eu tivesse mais alma pra dar, eu daria, isso pra mim é viver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-111420477359136712?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/111420477359136712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=111420477359136712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111420477359136712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111420477359136712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/04/il-faut-passer-le-temps-viii.html' title='Il faut passer le temps VIII'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-111411519116115160</id><published>2005-04-21T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T13:26:31.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Füßeln und Bla I</title><content type='html'>Porque eu gosto daqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet-sour it was off-scale, Yo qué sé? (finalmente aos 22, um erro adolescente!), Bailey's glide, feel and other gadgets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-111411519116115160?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/111411519116115160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=111411519116115160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111411519116115160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111411519116115160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/04/feln-und-bla-i.html' title='Füßeln und Bla I'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566201.post-111399283575045620</id><published>2005-04-20T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T03:27:15.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Il faut passer le temps (X)VI (des-homenagem)</title><content type='html'>O grande inquisidor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou eu pra opinar, mas va la: a igreja catolica perdeu a grande oportunidade de entrar no seculo e de recuperar os fieis da "zone grise", a massa disforme dos pseudo, desacreditados catolicos que nao acreditam, e tampouco desacreditam (como eu).  Todas as contas feitas, se eles so querem os puro-sangue, que assim seja: amem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566201-111399283575045620?l=claiello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/feeds/111399283575045620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566201&amp;postID=111399283575045620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111399283575045620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566201/posts/default/111399283575045620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claiello.blogspot.com/2005/04/il-faut-passer-le-temps-xvi-des.html' title='Il faut passer le temps (X)VI (des-homenagem)'/><author><name>claricinha yellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17119869417560572997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
