<?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-843282624708933004</id><updated>2011-07-08T13:07:15.071-04:00</updated><category term='Miami'/><category term='mood'/><category term='poesia'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Internet'/><category term='retrospectiva 2008'/><category term='celebrities'/><category term='jornalismo'/><category term='mimos'/><category term='viagem'/><category term='Tio Sam'/><category term='de avental'/><category term='livros'/><category term='música'/><category term='filmes'/><category term='motto'/><title type='text'>Barbland</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;i&gt; And the sky is full of dreams / But you don't know how to fly&lt;/i&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-1487322123645207438</id><published>2009-07-12T23:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:50:46.262-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>About celebration</title><content type='html'>Today we watched &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rachel is getting married&lt;/span&gt;. Regardless all the pain and familiar tragedy, the movie is also about the joy of celebration. And isn't it all about keep going despite whatsoever happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was directed by Jonathan Demme and starred by Anne Hathaway, who was Oscar nominated by her role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1wDDgSwEo1s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1wDDgSwEo1s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-1487322123645207438?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/1487322123645207438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=1487322123645207438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/1487322123645207438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/1487322123645207438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2009/07/about-celebration.html' title='About celebration'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-778310402415756338</id><published>2009-07-11T01:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T01:43:56.417-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><title type='text'>Keep it simple</title><content type='html'>Be a simple kind of man&lt;br /&gt;Be a something you love and understand&lt;br /&gt;Baby be a simple kind of man&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A too long week and a little surreal Friday deserved &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Simple Man&lt;/span&gt;. Just to remember me that there are some efforts that just don't worth, don't add up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-778310402415756338?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/778310402415756338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=778310402415756338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/778310402415756338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/778310402415756338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2009/07/keep-it-simple.html' title='Keep it simple'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-2774685625396726424</id><published>2009-06-24T00:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T00:09:40.523-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><title type='text'>Ou isto ou aquilo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Should I Stay Or Should I Go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-2774685625396726424?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/2774685625396726424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=2774685625396726424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/2774685625396726424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/2774685625396726424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2009/06/ou-isto-ou-aquilo.html' title='Ou isto ou aquilo'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-5715698274280634602</id><published>2009-06-18T01:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T00:11:49.893-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><title type='text'>Winds of change</title><content type='html'>I love my Iphone. It was love at first sight. Don`t take me wrong: it took me some time to really understand it. But I knew it was for ever. It`s an unique gadget and if I would asked to describe it in one word, it would be FREEDOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can have fun with it. You can work with it. You can manage your personal life with it. You can do it all at the same time from anywhere. And don`t AT&amp;T me, please, everything in life has a price. At least this one worthwhile every penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I`m reading all those reviews (an easy one &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/06/18/technology/personaltech/18pogue.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) about the IPhone 3G (mine is the first version). They basically filled all 5 gaps I had described &lt;a href="http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2007/10/steve-jobs-rules.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It makes one wonder if it`s time to a change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-5715698274280634602?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/5715698274280634602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=5715698274280634602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/5715698274280634602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/5715698274280634602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2009/06/winds-of-change.html' title='Winds of change'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-7862161934700869971</id><published>2009-06-17T00:17:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:58:18.406-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de avental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jornalismo'/><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;About digital media&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We listen so much about "social media strategies". I wonder if people really know what they are talking about. I`m still trying to figure it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Boring discuss about Journalism 2.0 &lt;a href="http://video.nytimes.com/video/2009/06/15/opinion/1194840981189/bloggingheads-against-journalism-20-.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;About food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally did my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;quinoa risotto with gorgonzola cheese&lt;/span&gt;. I decided to garnish it with a cherry tomatoes salad instead of adding tomatoes to the dish. It was a good idea. The result was an exquisite flavor. I served it with Sofia Rosé (my favorite), what can sound wired to wine snobs. But the wine, lightly sparkling and sweet and fruit, made a great match with the strong flavor of the cheese. Add some fresh grated black pepper and voilà.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;About weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it ever stop raining in Miami?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-7862161934700869971?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/7862161934700869971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=7862161934700869971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/7862161934700869971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/7862161934700869971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2009/06/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-8268039311197206226</id><published>2009-05-25T21:47:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:05:27.258-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><title type='text'>Bits</title><content type='html'>- Today is still Sunday. And my Friday will start on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Listen our nephew speaking Portuguese: priceless. He just knows one word ("paninho") and it comes with a strong accent. Baita gringo, o guri. Yeah, we`ve lost this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I just create a recipe: quinoa risotto with gorgonzola and cherry tomatoes. It`s still on my mind, but I`ll try it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And life goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-8268039311197206226?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/8268039311197206226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=8268039311197206226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/8268039311197206226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/8268039311197206226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2009/05/bits.html' title='Bits'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-394277058103967672</id><published>2009-05-25T21:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:46:58.091-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><title type='text'>Massagem cardíaca</title><content type='html'>Decidi ressuscitar o blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-394277058103967672?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/394277058103967672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=394277058103967672&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/394277058103967672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/394277058103967672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2009/05/massagem-cardiaca.html' title='Massagem cardíaca'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-8535443110072202</id><published>2009-04-17T01:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T01:21:53.629-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><title type='text'>Da falta de paciência</title><content type='html'>Bom, a preguiça - e a chegada de hóspedes - me impediram de complementar meus posts sobre o Japão, mas basta dizer que foi lindo, fotos no Facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-8535443110072202?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/8535443110072202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=8535443110072202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/8535443110072202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/8535443110072202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2009/04/da-falta-de-paciencia.html' title='Da falta de paciência'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-1006552016313884874</id><published>2009-03-30T12:21:00.024-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T08:14:12.861-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><title type='text'>Day 5 (25/3) - Himeji Castle e Nara</title><content type='html'>Já tínhamos ficado bem impressionados com o Nijo Castle, o que não nos preparou para o que encontramos em Himeji. Na cidade está o Himeji Castle, o maior dos 12 castelos feudais que ainda podem ser vistos no Japão. O local foi tombado pela UNESCO como patrimônio histórico da humanidade e é impressionante. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdF-iDxc6nI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vzA0u3B2BGU/s1600-h/100_0807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdF-iDxc6nI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vzA0u3B2BGU/s320/100_0807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319171758494640754" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdF-muGFhrI/AAAAAAAAAYY/EmlAYiqvzm0/s1600-h/100_0808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdF-muGFhrI/AAAAAAAAAYY/EmlAYiqvzm0/s320/100_0808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319171838574954162" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdF-tT-_ajI/AAAAAAAAAYg/TpHreajOEw0/s1600-h/100_0811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdF-tT-_ajI/AAAAAAAAAYg/TpHreajOEw0/s320/100_0811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319171951824955954" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdF-xyixCLI/AAAAAAAAAYo/bQo_tvgzlYM/s1600-h/100_0815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdF-xyixCLI/AAAAAAAAAYo/bQo_tvgzlYM/s320/100_0815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319172028747548850" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdF_UyocOkI/AAAAAAAAAYw/6rx4cbFjfZ8/s1600-h/100_0817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdF_UyocOkI/AAAAAAAAAYw/6rx4cbFjfZ8/s320/100_0817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319172630066772546" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caminho até o Himeji Castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O castelo começou a ser construído em 1333, como um forte, e foi ampliado ao longo dos anos, até 1749, pelos clãs de vários shogunatos. As telhas exibem os brasões desses diferentes clãs. A estrutura da construção e sua variedade de detalhes e sofisticações para deixá-lo com uma arquitetura preparada para o conflito são de arrepiar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdF_67pg0iI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/DfWlUid_oR4/s1600-h/100_0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdF_67pg0iI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/DfWlUid_oR4/s320/100_0840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319173285322215970" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdF_qBgSLLI/AAAAAAAAAZA/T4t1sGNAjGg/s1600-h/100_0827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdF_qBgSLLI/AAAAAAAAAZA/T4t1sGNAjGg/s320/100_0827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319172994836343986" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdF_j_M-5hI/AAAAAAAAAY4/PhGMiGnnqOs/s1600-h/100_0826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdF_j_M-5hI/AAAAAAAAAY4/PhGMiGnnqOs/s320/100_0826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319172891139302930" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vista externa do castelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde o local onde a construção foi feita à disposição dos aposentos, labirintos, passagens e aberturas para permitir defesa (buracos, literalmente, por toda a parte superior para permitir uso de armas e, como atitude de defesa, jogar água quente em eventuais " climbers"), a funcionalidade da arquitetura mostra uma sofisticação impressionante.  Há ainda depósitos de comida, água e armas por todos os andares e grupos de aposentos, prevendo eventuais situações de sítio, e, o extremo: uma ala para suicídio. No entanto, segundo as indicações no local (é possível acessar a parte interna dos 6 andares do castelo) nada disso foi posto à prova. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdGAJ6ke32I/AAAAAAAAAZg/BV0Vxwmw5pQ/s1600-h/100_0846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdGAJ6ke32I/AAAAAAAAAZg/BV0Vxwmw5pQ/s320/100_0846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319173542730719074" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdGACtDGmII/AAAAAAAAAZY/DrVoDJbYNhE/s1600-h/100_0843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdGACtDGmII/AAAAAAAAAZY/DrVoDJbYNhE/s320/100_0843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319173418841970818" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdF_ybSEf3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/apLD1JobCCo/s1600-h/100_0834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdF_ybSEf3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/apLD1JobCCo/s320/100_0834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319173139195002738" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Parte interna do castelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Himeji partimos para Nara, outra cidade histórica. Nara foi a primeira capital do Japão e tem vários locais considerados patrimônio histórico pela UNESCO. Caminhamos pela cidade, que é bonita, e fomos para o Nara Park, onde está o Todai-ji Temple, a Kasuga Shrine e o Kofuku-ji Temple. Vimos os dois primeiros, o Kofuku-ji já estava fechado quando chegamos (de outubro a março, templos e shrines fecham entre 16h e 17h. A partir de abril, o horário aumenta).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdGCRu2jrLI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/EYE8iRukNxc/s1600-h/100_0859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdGCRu2jrLI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/EYE8iRukNxc/s320/100_0859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319175876047514802" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Todai-ji temple, visto de fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O templo Todai-ji é de 743 e tem um buda gigante no seu interior. Essa época marca também a consolidação do budismo no país, quando o imperador Shomu resolveu adotar as relativas novas idéias - novas para o Japão, que conheceu a doutrina por volta do século V - na tentativa de acalmar e trazer unidade ao país, então assolado por pestes e conflitos. O templo atual, reconstruído em 1790, tem 2/3 do tamanho do templo original, mas ainda assim é considerado um dos maiores edifícios em madeira do mundo. Nara, por sua vez, é vista como a grande diocese do budismo no Japão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdGCL9xon2I/AAAAAAAAAaI/1t7jPt1NafM/s1600-h/100_0857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdGCL9xon2I/AAAAAAAAAaI/1t7jPt1NafM/s320/100_0857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319175776974184290" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buda gigante, está dentro do Todai-ji temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdGAWrdreVI/AAAAAAAAAZo/knoWMbQe2pA/s1600-h/DSC00387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdGAWrdreVI/AAAAAAAAAZo/knoWMbQe2pA/s320/DSC00387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319173762013952338" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdGAfxpwrQI/AAAAAAAAAZw/2sDD6xSDpec/s1600-h/DSC00390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdGAfxpwrQI/AAAAAAAAAZw/2sDD6xSDpec/s320/DSC00390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319173918294060290" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kasuga Shrine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdIGYnXFNhI/AAAAAAAAAaY/5ofijhD8tgY/s1600-h/100_0870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdIGYnXFNhI/AAAAAAAAAaY/5ofijhD8tgY/s320/100_0870.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319321129830397458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Vista de fora do Kofuku-ji Temple (estava fechado quando chegamos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-1006552016313884874?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/1006552016313884874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=1006552016313884874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/1006552016313884874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/1006552016313884874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-5-himeji-castle-e-nara.html' title='Day 5 (25/3) - Himeji Castle e Nara'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdF-iDxc6nI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vzA0u3B2BGU/s72-c/100_0807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-8316640900072398658</id><published>2009-03-30T11:21:00.036-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T12:57:52.631-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><title type='text'>Day 4 (24/3) – Parte histórica (e turística) de Kyoto</title><content type='html'>Hoje saímos cedo para visitar alguns locais em Kyoto mesmo e caminhamos muitooo. As distâncias são grandes e como adotamos esse modelo de turismo Supertramp, a caminhada foi pesada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começamos pelo Kinkaju-ji temple (Golden Pavillion), um templo coberto de ouro construído como vila de repouso pelo shogun Ashikaga Yoshimitsu, em 1397. O templo atual é, na verdade, uma réplica do original, que foi destruído em 1950. O lugar é lindo, breathless. A região toda é repleta de templos e shrines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDmPlyvNLI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ciGDSOml7OQ/s1600-h/100_0670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDmPlyvNLI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ciGDSOml7OQ/s320/100_0670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319004315441902770" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caminho que dá acesso ao templo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDkd4gRL5I/AAAAAAAAAUg/H2MytzGIL24/s1600-h/100_0677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDkd4gRL5I/AAAAAAAAAUg/H2MytzGIL24/s320/100_0677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319002361959624594" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDnZp1wlxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/VKhCIGH0VIA/s1600-h/100_0681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDnZp1wlxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/VKhCIGH0VIA/s320/100_0681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319005587838637842" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDknc3L3WI/AAAAAAAAAUo/RWA-fRpAoHs/s1600-h/100_0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDknc3L3WI/AAAAAAAAAUo/RWA-fRpAoHs/s320/100_0688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319002526338243938" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois, fomos para o Ryoanji Temple,  templo Zen cujo parque também é lindo e a atração principal um pouco surpreendente para nós, meros ocidentais sem grande prática na arte da contemplação: um jardim de pedras de apenas 25 metros, com 15 pedras. Esse jardim diminuto é considerado uma masterpiece do Zen budismo, cuja interpretação é individual e deve vir de uma silenciosa contemplação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDnptdAbvI/AAAAAAAAAVI/VnykEcSXoVA/s1600-h/100_0705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDnptdAbvI/AAAAAAAAAVI/VnykEcSXoVA/s320/100_0705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319005863686467314" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDoFIgJuDI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9BADp6zH5Hw/s1600-h/100_0708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDoFIgJuDI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9BADp6zH5Hw/s320/100_0708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319006334803884082" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDuBlhkrQI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Nwk9MMcVqX4/s1600-h/DSC00178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDuBlhkrQI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Nwk9MMcVqX4/s320/DSC00178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319012870944763138" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDop9K1a-I/AAAAAAAAAVo/p6xRB2gYhXY/s1600-h/100_0717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDop9K1a-I/AAAAAAAAAVo/p6xRB2gYhXY/s320/100_0717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319006967416843234" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caminhada para o jardim de pedra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDpFAd-okI/AAAAAAAAAVw/4-QrN66rK5U/s1600-h/100_0724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDpFAd-okI/AAAAAAAAAVw/4-QrN66rK5U/s320/100_0724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319007432158913090" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enfim, o jardim de pedra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDugtZu6cI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/0UY-kBOk7cM/s1600-h/DSC00194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDugtZu6cI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/0UY-kBOk7cM/s320/DSC00194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319013405635307970" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDuRu53zPI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Bzs9Id2-xaU/s1600-h/DSC00191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDuRu53zPI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Bzs9Id2-xaU/s320/DSC00191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319013148340505842" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parte interna do jardim, de onde se faz a contemplação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDun2nUHOI/AAAAAAAAAXY/sEljG_HiENI/s1600-h/DSC00199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDun2nUHOI/AAAAAAAAAXY/sEljG_HiENI/s320/DSC00199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319013528367275234" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maquete do jardim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O destino seguinte foi o Palácio Imperial, para o qual tínhamos tour guiada previamente agendada pela web para as 14h.  O palácio é, na verdade, um grande complexo de instalações variadas, algumas utilizadas para a vida diária outras apenas para cerimônias durante o período no qual Kyoto foi a capital do país. A área é cercada por um grande parque aberto ao público e, aparentemente, bastante movimentado em dias ensolarados como esse que tivemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDp7E3AW3I/AAAAAAAAAV4/7UxDX_6X1cI/s1600-h/100_0746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDp7E3AW3I/AAAAAAAAAV4/7UxDX_6X1cI/s320/100_0746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319008361050561394" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDqOZtqTjI/AAAAAAAAAWA/HIl5u_zevtE/s1600-h/100_0747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDqOZtqTjI/AAAAAAAAAWA/HIl5u_zevtE/s320/100_0747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319008693066026546" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Entrada do Palácio Imperial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDrSjZi5zI/AAAAAAAAAWI/mEinTLLQLgI/s1600-h/100_0750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDrSjZi5zI/AAAAAAAAAWI/mEinTLLQLgI/s320/100_0750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319009863897114418" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDrZfQo_aI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/nv6gggSpmBE/s1600-h/100_0755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDrZfQo_aI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/nv6gggSpmBE/s320/100_0755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319009983045107106" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDtBYXjQGI/AAAAAAAAAW4/LHPnIGmBWLA/s1600-h/100_0775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDtBYXjQGI/AAAAAAAAAW4/LHPnIGmBWLA/s320/100_0775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319011767901438050" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDsJPrLF6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/YRLVhgwQPfs/s1600-h/100_0769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDsJPrLF6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/YRLVhgwQPfs/s320/100_0769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319010803495147426" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDsDL0U5yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/mxURjojpZ5k/s1600-h/100_0770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDsDL0U5yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/mxURjojpZ5k/s320/100_0770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319010699380582178" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDr15fxNVI/AAAAAAAAAWY/VXMotlcWuNA/s1600-h/100_0772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDr15fxNVI/AAAAAAAAAWY/VXMotlcWuNA/s320/100_0772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319010471124219218" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Instalações do Palácio Imperial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por fim, fomos para o Nijo Castle, castelo feudal impressionante que fica no meio da cidade, construído em 1603. O local é famoso por ser bem ornamentado e o chão foi feito de modo que ao pisá-lo, um som de pio de pássaro se produz, para que a entrada nos aposentos fosse sutilmente anunciada. Pudemos constatar esse som difícil de descrever na visita que fizemos (é possível andar pela parte interna do castelo, mas não fotografar) e é isso mesmo, o chão pia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDvVVT9tjI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Nvey-aE6h6Q/s1600-h/DSC00244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDvVVT9tjI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Nvey-aE6h6Q/s320/DSC00244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319014309701727794" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDvyFIeQ-I/AAAAAAAAAXo/4FiI0aPEJSQ/s1600-h/DSC00248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDvyFIeQ-I/AAAAAAAAAXo/4FiI0aPEJSQ/s320/DSC00248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319014803574768610" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDwKFo7LRI/AAAAAAAAAXw/WtxsDsbbwVU/s1600-h/DSC00255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDwKFo7LRI/AAAAAAAAAXw/WtxsDsbbwVU/s320/DSC00255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319015216027741458" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDwYCp5PUI/AAAAAAAAAX4/F7yio9XJW_k/s1600-h/DSC00264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDwYCp5PUI/AAAAAAAAAX4/F7yio9XJW_k/s320/DSC00264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319015455744671042" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDwjNKNrdI/AAAAAAAAAYI/qlsi4LOnTxY/s1600-h/DSC00272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDwjNKNrdI/AAAAAAAAAYI/qlsi4LOnTxY/s320/DSC00272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319015647543143890" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDweoe1ToI/AAAAAAAAAYA/0mJ_pehbuYg/s1600-h/DSC00271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDweoe1ToI/AAAAAAAAAYA/0mJ_pehbuYg/s320/DSC00271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319015568978038402" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Exterior do castelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-8316640900072398658?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/8316640900072398658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=8316640900072398658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/8316640900072398658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/8316640900072398658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-4-parte-historica-e-turistica-de.html' title='Day 4 (24/3) – Parte histórica (e turística) de Kyoto'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDmPlyvNLI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ciGDSOml7OQ/s72-c/100_0670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-9222574501901175324</id><published>2009-03-28T10:18:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T08:21:44.743-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><title type='text'>Day 3 (23/3) - Enfim, Kyoto</title><content type='html'>Chegamos a Kyoto por volta das 12h. A estação é bem bacana, melhor ainda que a de Tóquio (depois fiquei sabendo que é um dos edifícios mais modernos do Japão), então resolvemos dar uma volta antes de pegar o metrô para o hotel. Por sorte, achamos um concierge do Westin onde ficaríamos, onde pudemos deixar as malas e, depois de almoçar, tomar um shuttle até o hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b1fc9e3f68b35c6d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db1fc9e3f68b35c6d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331433975%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29643CBA73F5318FD5F0BEB4329E78C259215F5A.710870D8AB5AC440920B1B125B70ABD3E48AD4AF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db1fc9e3f68b35c6d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsoNNZYGUoeut9eJffG_IdAYG_yQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db1fc9e3f68b35c6d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331433975%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29643CBA73F5318FD5F0BEB4329E78C259215F5A.710870D8AB5AC440920B1B125B70ABD3E48AD4AF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db1fc9e3f68b35c6d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsoNNZYGUoeut9eJffG_IdAYG_yQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vídeo da Kyoto Station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyoto é uma cidade de contrastes: por um lado, é uma das cidades históricas do país, repleta de templos e shrines. Por outro, é um pólo comercial importante, sede de escritórios de várias companhias. De certo modo, essa harmonia entre o passado e o moderno é visível não apenas pela arquitetura e dinâmica da cidade, mas também pelo tipo de pessoas que circulam por ela. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-968a825a52ec4237" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D968a825a52ec4237%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331433975%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E4EE2EBF33E7C3B759D6F51AE9B59E7864D52A7.80691B330CDBBDFA194B7506522A3168B7C5935D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D968a825a52ec4237%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWhKfC0TtVQojQ-bwZwEf_KNLaJg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D968a825a52ec4237%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331433975%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E4EE2EBF33E7C3B759D6F51AE9B59E7864D52A7.80691B330CDBBDFA194B7506522A3168B7C5935D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D968a825a52ec4237%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWhKfC0TtVQojQ-bwZwEf_KNLaJg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vídeo com vista de Kyoto, entre as montanhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você vê fácil, no mesmo quarteirão, senhoras vestidas de roupas tradicionais, gueishas se esgueirando em táxis (elas não gostam de fotos ou atenção), business man old school vestidos em ternos sóbrios (eles costumam levar clientes estrangeiros para visitar templos e shrines, acho que em todos os que fomos vimos essa cena),  e, além de muitos turistas, profissionais e famílias estrangeiras, com todo jeito de quem mora na cidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cidade é grande, tem três lados cercados por montanhas e é dividida por um rio. O visual é muito bonito. Foi fundada em 794, quando se tornou capital até perder esse status para Tóquio (Edo) em 1868 e reúne locais históricos que ajudam a entender um pouco da história do Japão – meu desconhecimento sobre o tema, devo alertar, que era grande, agora é só um pouco menor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDR5WYndbI/AAAAAAAAAUA/yrQaFDDq_gU/s1600-h/100_0658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDR5WYndbI/AAAAAAAAAUA/yrQaFDDq_gU/s320/100_0658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318981943116133810" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDSB2hx2xI/AAAAAAAAAUI/tFlPKZtNWC8/s1600-h/100_0661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDSB2hx2xI/AAAAAAAAAUI/tFlPKZtNWC8/s320/100_0661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318982089183451922" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cenas de Kyoto, região próxima ao hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À tarde, decidimos explorar a região próxima ao hotel. Um dos templos que queríamos visitar fica próximo, mas deu tudo errado. Caminhamos um monte, mas não achamos o dito. Acabamos o dia no bairro de Kawaramachi, região central da cidade onde estão os bares, restaurantes e, claro, as lojas de departamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e4f905abbfdcc992" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De4f905abbfdcc992%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331433975%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40F09E5EEA695D83AFEA9EAD45CFF2B1BFAA3C5E.72BF392CC6AC9F53A7568BB9BFE762E7A8F05222%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De4f905abbfdcc992%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqVOf4ofRn5_G0HS4LqdFjWHib3c&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De4f905abbfdcc992%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331433975%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40F09E5EEA695D83AFEA9EAD45CFF2B1BFAA3C5E.72BF392CC6AC9F53A7568BB9BFE762E7A8F05222%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De4f905abbfdcc992%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqVOf4ofRn5_G0HS4LqdFjWHib3c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vista da caminhada, quando perdidos, na região do hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fd29100438892afc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfd29100438892afc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331433975%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B0F5050A72231C1BADF2465BBF10A0B3676AFC2.40782848A59D76D4140F553405BC20872EA523D6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfd29100438892afc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dtl7s1vQCp0ylCWNO1pphnOBx16Q&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfd29100438892afc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331433975%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B0F5050A72231C1BADF2465BBF10A0B3676AFC2.40782848A59D76D4140F553405BC20872EA523D6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfd29100438892afc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dtl7s1vQCp0ylCWNO1pphnOBx16Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kawaramachi, Kyoto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-9222574501901175324?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/9222574501901175324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=9222574501901175324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/9222574501901175324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/9222574501901175324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-8-de-volta-toquio-e-rapidinhas.html' title='Day 3 (23/3) - Enfim, Kyoto'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDR5WYndbI/AAAAAAAAAUA/yrQaFDDq_gU/s72-c/100_0658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-2232616673405033151</id><published>2009-03-28T10:14:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T12:57:07.782-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><title type='text'>Day 3 (23/3) - Partida para Kyoto</title><content type='html'>Saímos bem cedo do hotel para pegar, enfim, o Shinkansen,  mais conhecido como trem bala, para Kyoto. De Tóquio a Kyoto, na versão Hikari do trem, são cerca de três horas de viagem, com paradas em 7 ou 8 estações. Fomos de metrô até a Tóquio Station, estação central de onde tomaríamos o Shinkansen. A viagem passa rápido e, como o dia estava aberto, foi possível ver o Monte Fuji na passagem, entre casas e edifícios (a dica é sentar no lado direito do trem e ficar atento após uns 40 minutos depois de deixar Tóquio).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDEfExGavI/AAAAAAAAATo/hSKhPRiW04s/s1600-h/100_0634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDEfExGavI/AAAAAAAAATo/hSKhPRiW04s/s320/100_0634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318967198059227890" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tóquio Station, plataforma do Shinkansen para Kyoto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parêntese 1: as estações de metrô e trens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metrô, para circular na região metropolitana de Tóquio,  linhas regulares de trem, que ligam as principais estações da capital a cidades próximas, e o trem bala, que  liga as principais cidades do país, de Norte a Sul, são os principais meios de transporte. &lt;br /&gt;Assim, a maioria das estações é, também, um grande centro comercial subterrâneo. Há de tudo: desde quiosques de comida, que vendem bento boxes to go para serem consumidas no trem, a restaurantes caros e ligações com as grandes lojas de departamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar da confusão que é entender o funcionamento das linhas do metrô e as conexões com os outros tipos de trem, uma vez que se “pega” o jeito, a logística fica extremamente fácil (o Luciano que o diga, já que ficou com ele a parte de entender do tema). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo que chegamos, compramos o Pasmo para usar no metrô de Tóquio, um cartão pré-pago que permite recarga, pode ser devolvido com reembolso de parte da tarifa básica e agiliza muito o trânsito nas estações – e, acredite, isso é muito importante, já que estamos no formigueiro. Ficar “mosqueando” com cara de perdido não representa nenhum risco físico, já que ninguém vai te empurrar ou roubar, mas a chance de ser levado pela massa para outro lado é grande.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parêntese 2: o Shinkansen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de chegar no Japão, depois de muita pesquisa online e aconselhados por amigos, compramos o JR Rail Pass. O passe, que pode ser comprado por 7, 14, 21 dias ou outras combinações, dependendo da região do país na qual será usado, permite numero ilimitado de viagens no trem, com algumas restrições, por exemplo não pode ser usado no tipo Nozomi (mais rápido de todos) e você precisa escolher antes o tipo de vagão que viajará entre duas tarifas (ordinary car e green car).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-138e03415ecddd4f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D138e03415ecddd4f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331433975%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A46BD490DC10FFB35CE6F10378907B26B6DBD3.142631FD663DCF61C4F39C9EEFC17809CA6EEB8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D138e03415ecddd4f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLFk1IgBnZRJWn-rauQea-QShRw4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D138e03415ecddd4f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331433975%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A46BD490DC10FFB35CE6F10378907B26B6DBD3.142631FD663DCF61C4F39C9EEFC17809CA6EEB8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D138e03415ecddd4f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLFk1IgBnZRJWn-rauQea-QShRw4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dentro do Shinkansen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comprar o passe garante uma boa economia, mesmo que você não faça tantas viagens entre cidades.  Ele só é vendido fora do Japão para estrangeiros ou japoneses que não moram no país. Para comprar, é só acessar o site da JR (operadora do trem) e ver a lista de pontos de venda por região.  Fizemos tudo online, e em 3 dias, entre comprar, receber a ligação de confirmação e  receber o voucher em casa pelo correio, estava tudo ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao chegar no aeroporto, antes de vir para a cidade, fomos direto na loja da JR emitir o passe. Você precisa mostrar o passaporte e definir o dia que começará a usá-lo (vale pelo número de dias corridos após essa data) e, uma vez emitido, nada pode ser alterado ou reembolsado. Nesse momento também reservamos assentos para as viagens mais longas que faríamos (Kyoto, Hiroshima e a volta Tóquio-Narita),  o que é recomendado, não obrigatório, para grandes distâncias. Para viagens curtas não é necessário. Na nossa experiência, por ser ainda começo da primavera – a alta estação de turismo  começa mesmo em abril  - poderíamos ter tomado simplesmente os trens, sem reserva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDFB7WIL9I/AAAAAAAAAT4/PrTf88MSuGw/s1600-h/100_0644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDFB7WIL9I/AAAAAAAAAT4/PrTf88MSuGw/s320/100_0644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318967796825599954" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shinkansen Hikari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transitar nas estações da JR é outra experiência curiosa: NINGUÉM checa realmente se você tem o passe ou faz grandes revisões dos documentos que você mostra. A instrução é mostrar o passe e o passaporte no guichê ao lado das catracas das estações e, nos trens, mostrar o bilhete e o passe. Mas poucas vezes fomos solicitados a mostrar algo. Nada como uma sociedade que considera o crime uma desonra. Estamos tão acostumados a desconfiar que estranhamos a confiança. Segundo o xintoísmo, a natureza do homem é boa. Essa simplicidade, ainda que o Japão já tenha lá problemas sociais e econômicos que conhecemos melhor, ainda se reflete em vários comportamentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Shinkansen, em si, é um trem sem grandes luxos, mas certamente viajar em quaisquer dos seus vagões é uma experiência infinitas vezes mais confortável que a classe econômica de qualquer avião. A JR opera no país inteiro, com 6 diferentes linhas que servem as 4 ilhas e o passe funciona de modo um pouco diferente em cada uma. O nosso permitiria o uso em qualquer linha, mas como nosso roteiro ficou apenas entre Tóquio e o Sul do pais, usamos apenas a Tokaido e a Sanyo. O Narita Express (que liga a capital ao aeroporto) é uma sétima linha, que só faz essa conexão. Nas duas que usamos, os trens podem ser de três tipos: Nozomi (o mais rápido de todos, pára apenas nas grandes estações, nosso passe não permitia o uso), o Hikari (Express, pára menos, no geral o que usamos) e o  Kodama (versão pinga-pinga, com várias paradas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDE7Z56B9I/AAAAAAAAATw/gkp_DQwn-Wc/s1600-h/100_0643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDE7Z56B9I/AAAAAAAAATw/gkp_DQwn-Wc/s320/100_0643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318967684769646546" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando chega e antes da partida, o trem recebe uma limpeza a jato (dura uns 5 minutos e todos os assentos são limpos!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parêntese 3: as megalojas de departamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já citei rapidamente, mas as lojas de departamento são outra atração turística pelo tamanho e complexidade. No geral, são gigantes, com 12, 15 andares, e vendem de tudo.  Geralmente há um mercado em um dos andares do subsolo, com ilhas que vendem verdura e frutas frescas, doces, peixaria e diversas opções de comida pronta. É uma opção de alimentação barata para budget travellers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente não curtiu muito o modelo (que foi sugerido nos guias de viagem) – é tudo to go, portanto teríamos de consumir no hotel. Como há outras alternativas a preços razoáveis  e, no final das contas, comer aqui também é uma experiência a ser apreciada,  resolvemos explorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algum dos subsolos das lojas também tem ligação com o metrô e linhas regulares de trem. Os demais andares vendem roupas, artigos para a casa, eletrônicos, há restaurantes, cafés, casas de chá e muito mais. São muitas, muitas opções desse tipo de loja. O modelo se mantêm sempre, mas a qualidade dos artigos varia: há lojas populares e lojas caríssimas, que vendem só marcas de grife – e é bem estranho o conceito, uma Macy`s super-hiper potencializada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-2232616673405033151?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=138e03415ecddd4f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/2232616673405033151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=2232616673405033151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/2232616673405033151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/2232616673405033151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2009/03/days-3-4-5-6-e-7-kyoto-e-arredores.html' title='Day 3 (23/3) - Partida para Kyoto'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdDEfExGavI/AAAAAAAAATo/hSKhPRiW04s/s72-c/100_0634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-7238801289257701312</id><published>2009-03-27T21:49:00.025-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T08:34:54.098-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><title type='text'>Days 21 e 22/3 - reconhecimento de território em Tóquio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2UvXzhriI/AAAAAAAAASI/UGzr5KOSS9I/s1600-h/100_0606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2UvXzhriI/AAAAAAAAASI/UGzr5KOSS9I/s320/100_0606.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318070276559318562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shibuya, obra perto do prédio da Universidade da ONU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como saímos de Miami às 6h e tínhamos de estar no aeroporto às 4h, pouco dormimos nessa noite. No fim isso muito nos ajudou na adaptação ao fuso. Apesar de exaustos, ficamos acordados até umas 20h e despertamos pelas 6h para o que seria o nosso dia 1 (até aqui, por causa do fuso, perdemos 2 dias: saímos no começo da manhã de quinta e nosso dia 1 já é o sábado).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2SIx3qcNI/AAAAAAAAARQ/cp-5EKErMKE/s1600-h/100_0508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2SIx3qcNI/AAAAAAAAARQ/cp-5EKErMKE/s320/100_0508.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318067414517838034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Vista da trilha ao redor do Palácio Imperial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começamos a exploração pela região do Palácio Imperial. Uma trilha cerca o palácio e, como era sábado, estava lotada de gente caminhando ou correndo, andando de bicicleta ou fazendo turismo, como nós.  O parque do palácio não é aberto ao público, o que foi um pouco decepcionante, já que não se vê nem sombra dele. O palácio em si só é aberto ao público duas vezes ao ano: no aniversário do Imperador e nas festividades do ano novo, mas isso eu já sabia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2R26kk9iI/AAAAAAAAARI/5yhUahhV268/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2R26kk9iI/AAAAAAAAARI/5yhUahhV268/s320/DSC00049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318067107616060962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2Ri9ov8rI/AAAAAAAAARA/-iK0tK0KsqQ/s1600-h/100_0505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2Ri9ov8rI/AAAAAAAAARA/-iK0tK0KsqQ/s320/100_0505.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318066764841480882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mais perto que o ser humano normal em um dia qualquer pode chegar da propriedade da família imperial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguimos até a Tóquio Station, um prédio antigo que está em processo de restauração. A estação em si está no complexo, mas é ultra-moderna, como tudo nessa cidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdIM279OmdI/AAAAAAAAAag/po20l6qdl8o/s1600-h/100_0536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SdIM279OmdI/AAAAAAAAAag/po20l6qdl8o/s320/100_0536.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319328247824947666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Antiga Tóquio Station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois, andamos até Ginza, onde almoçamos em um café. Ginza é a Oscar Freire, muitoooo mais chique, limpa e moderna, do Japão. Todas as lojas de grife imagináveis estão aqui e a idéia de fazer qualquer compra é loucura. Informação inútil: é no Japão que está a maior loja da Louis Vuitton. A marca é febre entre homens e mulheres e basta andar na rua para perceber que eles adoram grifes, no geral. Curioso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2UDHIA7wI/AAAAAAAAAR4/xASlpjpaw8I/s1600-h/100_0630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2UDHIA7wI/AAAAAAAAAR4/xASlpjpaw8I/s320/100_0630.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318069516167606018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No metrô&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2TcBcA1TI/AAAAAAAAARg/hjF3HtW7fiM/s1600-h/100_0545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2TcBcA1TI/AAAAAAAAARg/hjF3HtW7fiM/s320/100_0545.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318068844625974578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2TOkYdnTI/AAAAAAAAARY/yjMsAezgpHM/s1600-h/100_0543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2TOkYdnTI/AAAAAAAAARY/yjMsAezgpHM/s320/100_0543.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318068613488155954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ginza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2TlTPSTDI/AAAAAAAAARo/jUK8pv9-kEw/s1600-h/100_0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2TlTPSTDI/AAAAAAAAARo/jUK8pv9-kEw/s320/100_0550.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318069004023254066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Região perto do mercado de peixes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia seguinte, um domingo, fomos para Harajuku, Shinjuku e Shibuya. Antes de chegar em Harajuku – dito bairro das adolescentes, onde você pode vê-las vestidas dos modos mais estranhos possíveis – passamos pela Meiji Shrine - datada de 1920, é a mais importante xinto shrine da cidade. Em breve descobríamos que onde há uma shrine, há, invariavelmente, um casamento tradicional, com roupas e cortejo típicos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2UdFAKX6I/AAAAAAAAASA/p3qFnvAqy1o/s1600-h/100_0570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2UdFAKX6I/AAAAAAAAASA/p3qFnvAqy1o/s320/100_0570.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318069962274398114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Estádio na frente do parque da Meiji Shrine, onde estava rolando um campeonato estadual de vôlei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2U5jpgEdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/MG4ir441XR0/s1600-h/DSC00086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2U5jpgEdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/MG4ir441XR0/s320/DSC00086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318070451537187282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2T3NWAzbI/AAAAAAAAARw/pofZ76cASIY/s1600-h/100_0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2T3NWAzbI/AAAAAAAAARw/pofZ76cASIY/s320/100_0578.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318069311678500274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Meiji Shrine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harajuku foi bem decepcionante. Até vimos as adolescentes vestidas de personagens, mas o ambiente não é legal. O ponto alto do bairro é uma rua estreira, tumultuadíssima entre grupos de adolescentes, turistas e imigrantes que se posicionam nas beiras da rua. Um deles abordou o Luciano falando uma língua que não entendemos com um ar suspeito. Não entendemos o que queria e, apesar do ar suspeito, foi estranho pensar em alguma tentativa de assalto ou oferta de algo ilícito, já que a sensação de segurança na cidade é constante. A rua em si é sem graça: o comércio parece cheap, meio estilão Voluntários da Pátria, com alto-falantes e tal. No entanto, segundo os guias é de onde se vestem as adolescentes estilosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2VKhuP4rI/AAAAAAAAASY/MAvcyCsPBAM/s1600-h/100_0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2VKhuP4rI/AAAAAAAAASY/MAvcyCsPBAM/s320/100_0612.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318070743078003378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Primeiro sushi da viagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shinjuku e Shibuya são outros bairros bem movimentados (será que existe algum pouco movimentado em Tóquio?), repletos de lojas de grife, pessoas (PE-SSO-AS, muitas), comércio variado, lojas de departamento gigantescas (esquece a Macy`s, os japoneses é quem sabem fazer lojas de departamentos), portinhas que quando você espia descobre que são grandes casas de jogos eletrônicos, lotadas de homens e mulheres maduros sentados diantes das máquinas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2VYRxSjvI/AAAAAAAAASg/YZPJB1n73jo/s1600-h/100_0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2VYRxSjvI/AAAAAAAAASg/YZPJB1n73jo/s320/100_0618.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318070979313962738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Algum ponto entre Shibuya e Shinjuku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Shibuya fica o cruzamento mais movimentado do mundo. Nós já sabíamos, o Juliano tinha nos prevenido. Ainda assim, um marciano recém chegado saberia identificar que é o cruzamento mais movimentado do mundo. É algo indescritível pela sincronia que se vê. Parece uma orquestra. Você olha e parece uma combinação impossível: centenas de pessoas, carros, ruas largas, sinais que abrem e fecham. E tudo se movimenta de modo perfeito. A rua se enche e se esvazia em um piscar, sem um buzinaço ou atropelamento. Curioso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2dUNmHoeI/AAAAAAAAASo/5ZFfv1NY2Ls/s1600-h/100_0608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2dUNmHoeI/AAAAAAAAASo/5ZFfv1NY2Ls/s320/100_0608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318079705566912994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shibuya, cruzamento impressionante do formigueiro Tóquio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-7238801289257701312?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/7238801289257701312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=7238801289257701312&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/7238801289257701312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/7238801289257701312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2009/03/days-1-e-2-reconhecimento-de-territorio.html' title='Days 21 e 22/3 - reconhecimento de território em Tóquio'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2UvXzhriI/AAAAAAAAASI/UGzr5KOSS9I/s72-c/100_0606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-2991177339373164222</id><published>2009-03-27T20:47:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T10:58:10.428-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><title type='text'>The road to Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2AP1T0yFI/AAAAAAAAAQg/lSBX3T2R31c/s1600-h/100_0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2AP1T0yFI/AAAAAAAAAQg/lSBX3T2R31c/s320/100_0465.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318047744491046994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Narita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, aqui cabe uma correção: a viagem não dura 36h – nem em horas reais nem em sensação. Muito nos falaram sobre as longas horas, a diferença do fuso etc. Mas é uma viagem de 13h, chata como toda viagem longa, mas dura exatamente isso: 13h. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Primeiro foram 3h de vôo até Dallas, onde fizemos a conexão para outro vôo, esse de 13h, até Tóquio.  Aliás, nunca tinha tido uma experiência tão boa com a American. Ambos os vôos foram pontuais e sem surpresas: apesar dos vários terminais do aeroporto de Dallas, o gate da conexão – para a qual tínhamos apenas uns 40 minutos de janela – estava a poucos metros do gate de chegada, portanto sem correrias. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2AHxlUK3I/AAAAAAAAAQY/m2Kk5yO-qXA/s1600-h/100_0464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2AHxlUK3I/AAAAAAAAAQY/m2Kk5yO-qXA/s320/100_0464.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318047606051711858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Aeroporto de Dallas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentamos no que chamei de “suíte” (duas poltronas na saída de emergência - nada mal considerando que as passagens foram “presente”) , o que não atenuou muito o desconforto das 13h. No entanto, desconsiderando a chatice intrínseca a viajar 13h, o serviço faz o seu melhor para deixar a viagem menos chata: são  3 refeições mais um snack – a comida nao vale muito, mas as refeições são sempre 45 minutos de ação, portanto fazem o tempo passar – e uma programação bem variada de filmes e seriados. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vale um parênteses: vi dois dos piores filmes que vi recentemente. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Surpresas do Coração&lt;/span&gt; e um remake de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;O dia em que a Terra parou&lt;/span&gt;. Fuja do cinema se topar com esses nomes. Vi um terceiro, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Doubt&lt;/span&gt;, um pouco melhor - mas não valia mesmo Oscar para a Meryl Streep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;O primeiro contato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegamos na hora em Narita  e todo o processo de desembarque, imigração e malas foi bem fácil e rápido, até com um “ welcome”. Brinquei que achei estranho passar por uma imigração sem sentir medo ou receber tratamento desagradável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rapidamente, no guichê de informações, localizamos as direções do banco e de onde trocar o voucher do trem. Fizemos o que tínhamos de fazer e, no quiosque do JR pass, pegamos uma revista com o mapa do metrô de varias cidades – mal sabíamos que essa revista seria estratégica na nossa capacidade de locomoção.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui, um evento engraçado – para quem ainda tinha forças para rir: na fila do JR, fomos abordados por dois policiais locais – cada um com uns 20 anos. Achamos que eles queriam apenas ter contato com estrangeiros, pois foi a abordagem mais curiosa que já vi. Apesar do uniforme e da tarja no braço com um “Police” gigante, eles se apresentaram como policiais, extremamente sorridentes. Pediram nossos passaportes, e, enquanto fingiam anotar algo, bateram um papinho. Soubemos que Kyoto era a cidade de um deles, por exemplo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2BiUtW7tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/5kUEeG2-Bbw/s1600-h/100_0473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2BiUtW7tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/5kUEeG2-Bbw/s320/100_0473.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318049161668914898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Trajeto Narita-Tóquio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Narita até Tóquio tarda mais 1h de trem ou van (opção que elegemos, apesar do nome pomposo limobus), além do tempo necessário para entender o metrô e como chegar no hotel. Mais uma vez processo sem percalços.  Enfim fizemos o check-in. Hotel limpo e novo no bairro Honzomon, mas quarto minúsculo, como o previsto. So far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2BBYTyQqI/AAAAAAAAAQw/72d92mjyZZc/s1600-h/100_0483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2BBYTyQqI/AAAAAAAAAQw/72d92mjyZZc/s320/100_0483.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318048595699712674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Estação do metrô na frente do hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-2991177339373164222?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/2991177339373164222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=2991177339373164222&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/2991177339373164222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/2991177339373164222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2009/03/road-to-japan.html' title='The road to Japan'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sc2AP1T0yFI/AAAAAAAAAQg/lSBX3T2R31c/s72-c/100_0465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-2713468933776367140</id><published>2009-03-15T23:53:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:22:48.778-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><title type='text'>Making vacation plans: Tokyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/ScG4xzmswmI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/f9V0phsAd7I/s1600-h/japan.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/ScG4xzmswmI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/f9V0phsAd7I/s400/japan.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314732201079521890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelas próximas 36 horas (incluindo a diferença de fuso) estaremos a caminho de Tokyo. Really looking foward for it. Espero uma mistura de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lost in Translation&lt;/span&gt; com... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lost in Translation&lt;/span&gt;. Enquanto a gente não chega lá vou comentar um pouco como foi organizar a viagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma viagem dessas começa muito antes de aterrissar. No nosso caso, começou com uma bolinha de Natal, na festa de final de ano. O Lu foi sorteado por um colega e teve de sortear uma bolinha. Entre umas 25 bolinhas, ele conseguiu pescar a que veio recheada com duas passagens aéreas, milhagem suficiente para ir para a Ásia. Luck us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Por que o Japão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, escolheu pela oportunidade de "conhecer uma sociedade mais avançada tecnologicamente" (a frase não é literal, mas foi algo assim que saiu). A outra, por curiosidade, por ser tão longe e tão diferente e, provavelmente, tão difícil de entender ou fazer sentido. Tem só de aceitar. Enfim, soa a uma chance de tentar abrir um pouco mais a cabecinha... Sair da caixinha, do mundinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;O começo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente se enrolou um pouco para decidir pela viagem... Um primeiro trimestre repleto de estresse, a crise mundial, o sexo dos anjos... mas as passagens estavam lá (e a crise acabou sendo motivo para usar logo, vá que o prêmio acabasse cancelado) e ambos já tinham estourado o máximo de dias de férias que se pode juntar. Enfim, time to go. No final de fevereiro marcamos as passagens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Coletando informação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passagem marcada, era preciso montar um roteiro e reservar hotéis. E é nesse ponto que a diversão começa. Não tem como preparar uma viagem dessas sem ler muito, muito, muito. E vicia. Ficamos umas duas semanas, cada um fazendo a sua pesquisa, até que juntamos os pedaços. O legal é que o Japão tem vários sites oficiais em inglês que ajudam a programar uma viagem. Meio óbvio, né, já que quem não sabe japonês fica meio limitado se resolver fazer as coisas por si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrevistar os amigos que já foram ajuda - e muito. E é entrevistar mesmo: vale perguntar desde dicas até detalhes pessoais (tipo "se entra mesmo pelado no onsen? Você entrou?"). Assim a gente se prepara para o choque cultural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiquei uns vários dias tentando achar um ryokan - típico hotel japonês -, mas o processo é difícil: a maioria só tem site em japonês e os que tem em inglês cobravam diárias definitivamente exorbitantes para o nosso orçamento de viagem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem um site de um americano (fácil de achar no google) que se propõe a fazer a reserva nos ryokans locais - um opção mais aceitável já que você escapa das opções caras, feitas para proporcionar a experiência a turistas, mas cobrar os olhos da cara por ela. No entanto, apesar de ler reviews positivos sobre o serviço - que inclusive foi usado pelo Ricardo Freire, segundo post no Viagem na Viagem -, não curti o sistema e acabei desistindo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei que serão tantas experiências que podemos abrir mão dessa. Ficaremos em hotéis western style, sem sal, reservados rapidinho, com cupons de desconto e outras facilidades, pelo bom e velho Expedia. Keep it simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Definindo o roteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem não sabe, o Japão, apesar de estreito, tem uma extensão que equivale a Porto Alegre-Salvador ou Miami-Canadá. Ou seja, é um país relativamente grande, com uma beleza natural variada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além das belezas naturais, o roteiro de viagem também passa por definir se você quer ver o old Japão ou o Japão modernoso. Nós decidimos que queremos ver ambos e, de beleza natural, o monte Fuji e o monte Takao, que o Lu não conseguiu achar no mapa ainda :-), mas tentaremos. Não veremos nem as praias nem os alpes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montar o roteiro passa também por definir o meio de transporte e, com antecedência, mapear que trens ou ônibus tomar, imprimir nomes de estações, marcar saídas etc. Isso é necessário, dizem: apesar de o sistema de trens e metrô ser gigante, bem estruturado e atender todo o país, a chance de se perder é grande. São muitas linhas, muitas saídas, muita gente e, bom, tudo em japonês. Nas grandes cidades os sinais são bilíngues, mas melhor estar preparado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, com esse monte de informação na cabeça armamos esse roteiro - TBC pela experiência e circunstâncias, claro: Tokyo / Kyoto / Miyajima / Hiroshima / Himeji / Nara / Hakone (Mt Fuji) / Mt Takao / Nikko / Kamakura / Yokohama. Não necessariamente nessa ordem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`ll do my best to keep you posted! Sayonara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-2713468933776367140?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/2713468933776367140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=2713468933776367140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/2713468933776367140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/2713468933776367140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2009/03/making-vacation-plans-tokyo.html' title='Making vacation plans: Tokyo'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/ScG4xzmswmI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/f9V0phsAd7I/s72-c/japan.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-3161237547164311224</id><published>2009-03-15T23:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:53:11.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-3161237547164311224?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/3161237547164311224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=3161237547164311224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/3161237547164311224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/3161237547164311224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-4664379806564971026</id><published>2009-03-15T20:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:52:15.619-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><title type='text'>Cumple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sb3M5G7Z-WI/AAAAAAAAAQI/BkZX3slpA9E/s1600-h/n505188464_2277206_6281516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sb3M5G7Z-WI/AAAAAAAAAQI/BkZX3slpA9E/s320/n505188464_2277206_6281516.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313628416851442018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-4664379806564971026?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/4664379806564971026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=4664379806564971026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/4664379806564971026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/4664379806564971026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2009/03/cumple.html' title='Cumple'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Sb3M5G7Z-WI/AAAAAAAAAQI/BkZX3slpA9E/s72-c/n505188464_2277206_6281516.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-5996583101095386498</id><published>2009-03-14T16:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T16:33:05.344-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de avental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><title type='text'>Enquanto as férias não chegam...</title><content type='html'>Não fiz mais compras. Então hoje precisava fazer o almoço. Consegui desencavar um pedaço de salmão e uma dúzia de camarões do congelador, um pimentão vermelho meio murcho, uma cebola (sim, uma), coentro quase se entregando e um resto de quinoa da geladeira. Do armário saiu uma caixinha de leite de coco e uma conserva de pimenta vermelha. Saiu uma quase moqueca, deliciosa, com direito a molho de pimenta feito na hora e quinoa (preparada tipo arroz com aquela primeira etapa de risoto, no vinho branco). Proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 dias para as férias e contando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-5996583101095386498?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/5996583101095386498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=5996583101095386498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/5996583101095386498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/5996583101095386498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2009/03/vacation.html' title='Enquanto as férias não chegam...'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-2667733184506662253</id><published>2009-02-17T23:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:23:44.601-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motto'/><title type='text'>Orlando</title><content type='html'>5 coisas sobre visitar Orlando em feriados:&lt;br /&gt;1 - Preciso de uma aplicação decente para postar via Iphone&lt;br /&gt;2 - Parques cheios são roubada&lt;br /&gt;3 - Ainda não descobri um calçado adequando para esse tipo de programa&lt;br /&gt;4 - Parques temáticos são feitos para a prática de people watching&lt;br /&gt;5 - Três dias sem ler e-mail fazem bem para a alma. Você aí lembra o que é isso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================================&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;Or take your time don't live to fast&lt;br /&gt;Troubles will come and they will pass&lt;br /&gt;You'll find a woman and you'll find love&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget that there's is a someone up above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a simple kind of man&lt;br /&gt;Be a something you love and understand&lt;br /&gt;Baby be a simple kind of man&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;(Simple Man, Lynyrd Skynyrd)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-2667733184506662253?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/2667733184506662253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=2667733184506662253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/2667733184506662253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/2667733184506662253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2009/02/orlando.html' title='Orlando'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-3927980682201288340</id><published>2009-02-13T19:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:43:33.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coberturas bizarras do entertainment gringo (não dá para chamar de mídia)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SZYRPgm1g6I/AAAAAAAAAP0/yixPb78lkGE/1-1.png'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Posted with &lt;a href='http://lifecast.sleepydog.net'&gt;LifeCast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-3927980682201288340?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/3927980682201288340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=3927980682201288340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/3927980682201288340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/3927980682201288340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2009/02/coberturas-bizarras-do-enterteinment.html' title='Coberturas bizarras do entertainment gringo (não dá para chamar de mídia)'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SZYRPgm1g6I/AAAAAAAAAP0/yixPb78lkGE/s72-c/1-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-5814037651341173682</id><published>2009-02-12T21:29:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T16:41:17.036-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><title type='text'>Post sem muito sentido</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Por que fazer sentido o tempo todo sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi &lt;i&gt;Music &amp; Lyrics&lt;/i&gt; ontem. Comédia bobinha, mas esses três minutos de abertura são muito engraçados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EAvJw5OtpKc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EAvJw5OtpKc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A versão creepy do once upon a time fofo Joaquin Phoenix em bad trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HXpYk7WGN5Y&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HXpYk7WGN5Y&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já a Farrah Fawcett alegrinha, em outra frequência, sendo muito zoada pelo Dave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gU92ntvzYgA&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gU92ntvzYgA&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;México easy going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frase em mais uma notícia sobre a crise, que diz que a AL levará três anos para se recuperar da crise: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"A pesquisa, realizada no fim de 2008, destaca que os banqueiros mexicanos foram mais otimistas que os da América Central e do Sul".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boa e velha contemporização mexicana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;O fim do acento diferencial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conseguirei, algum dia, abandonar os acentos?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-5814037651341173682?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/5814037651341173682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=5814037651341173682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/5814037651341173682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/5814037651341173682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2009/02/post-sem-muito-sentido.html' title='Post sem muito sentido'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-1337228445531210565</id><published>2009-02-07T12:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T12:59:45.248-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tio Sam'/><title type='text'>John Smith</title><content type='html'>E como life is profundamente unfair, a culpa da crise, em útima instância, é do John Smith. Ao ver esse &lt;a href="http://swampland.blogs.time.com/2009/02/06/how-bad-is-it/"&gt;gráfico&lt;/a&gt;, ainda tentando entender como esse país chegou na metade do fundo do poço (sim, dizem que ainda não bateu lá), esse &lt;a href="http://clusterstock.alleyinsider.com/2009/2/aig-implodes-the-two-cows-version"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; explica mais do mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não existe almoço grátis, definitivamente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E falando em crise, vou comentar o &lt;a href="http://www.dabagirls.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; que, desde a notícia no &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;NY Times&lt;/span&gt; semana passada, deve ter sido um dos mais comentados na blogland (pelo menos entre o nicho que lê a seção local do jornal). Provavelmente, você vai achar uma futilidade indecente. Eu achei engraçadíssimo, &lt;i&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/i&gt; puro, sem o tal glamour do amor. Só o sarcasmo da realidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-1337228445531210565?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/1337228445531210565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=1337228445531210565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/1337228445531210565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/1337228445531210565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2009/02/john-smith.html' title='John Smith'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-1127897789617285034</id><published>2009-02-06T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:03:54.880-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><title type='text'>Inferno astral</title><content type='html'>Hoje eu tive de pensar para lembrar a minha idade. Scaring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-1127897789617285034?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/1127897789617285034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=1127897789617285034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/1127897789617285034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/1127897789617285034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2009/02/inferno-astral.html' title='Inferno astral'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-3577380043693642604</id><published>2009-02-05T13:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:43:53.462-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>Almoçando em casa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ddl5f44spwQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ddl5f44spwQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E fazendo posts sem muito sentido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-3577380043693642604?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/3577380043693642604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=3577380043693642604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><title type='text'>Do inexplicável</title><content type='html'>Se eu até hoje não acreditei no sobrenatural, minha descrença acaba hoje.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-5202423906267275576?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/5202423906267275576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=5202423906267275576&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/5202423906267275576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/5202423906267275576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-inexplicavel.html' title='Do inexplicável'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-1445880653555140426</id><published>2009-01-27T22:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:07:59.099-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><title type='text'>About me</title><content type='html'>Copiei da &lt;a href="http://tonhafever.blogspot.com/2008/12/quero-ser-john-malkovich.html"&gt;Lari&lt;/a&gt;, achei divertido. E vale tudo para reviver o blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 nomes pelos quais você atende:&lt;br /&gt;1) bárbara&lt;br /&gt;2) bá&lt;br /&gt;3) miebach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 nomes pelos quais você não atende:&lt;br /&gt;1) eiii&lt;br /&gt;2) ôoo&lt;br /&gt;3) minha cara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 nomes de tela:&lt;br /&gt;1) barbaramie&lt;br /&gt;2) bmiebach&lt;br /&gt;3) barbmie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 coisas que você gosta em você:&lt;br /&gt;1) olhos&lt;br /&gt;2) altura&lt;br /&gt;3) energia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 coisas que você não gosta em você:&lt;br /&gt;1) cabelo&lt;br /&gt;2) impaciência&lt;br /&gt;3) exigência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 partes da sua herança genética:&lt;br /&gt;1) compleixão (me puxei) física do pai&lt;br /&gt;2) fisionomia da mãe&lt;br /&gt;3) otimismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 coisas que assustam você:&lt;br /&gt;1) violência&lt;br /&gt;2) falta de grana*&lt;br /&gt;3) falta de caráter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 coisas essenciais no seu dia:&lt;br /&gt;1) café feito pelo Lu&lt;br /&gt;2) MSN/telefone com alguma amiga &lt;br /&gt;3) rir de si mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 coisas que você está vestindo agora:&lt;br /&gt;1) camisa listrada&lt;br /&gt;2) pantalona jeans (ou seria jeans pantalona?)&lt;br /&gt;3) sapato azul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 dos seus artistas/bandas favoritos:&lt;br /&gt;1) U2&lt;br /&gt;2) Beatles&lt;br /&gt;3) ABBA :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 das suas canções favoritas:&lt;br /&gt;1) I still haven`t found what... - U2&lt;br /&gt;2) All you need is love - Beatles&lt;br /&gt;3) Todo Carnaval tem seu fim - Los Hermanos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 coisas que você quer tentar nos próximos 12 meses:&lt;br /&gt;1) viajar&lt;br /&gt;2) praticar algum esporte, a sério&lt;br /&gt;3) terapia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 coisas que você vai fazer nos próximos 3 meses:&lt;br /&gt;1) viajar&lt;br /&gt;2) me preocupar menos&lt;br /&gt;3) cozinhar mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duas verdades e uma mentira:&lt;br /&gt;1) "Love all, trust few, do wrong to no one"&lt;br /&gt;2) "Águas passadas não movem moinhos"*&lt;br /&gt;3) "Água mole em pedra dura tanto bate até que fura"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 nomes de filhos:&lt;br /&gt;1) Carolina&lt;br /&gt;2) Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;3) Olívia*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 coisas que simplesmente você não consegue fazer:&lt;br /&gt;1) seguir mapas*&lt;br /&gt;2) pilotar o "naoseinemquenometem" que usamos para ver DVDs&lt;br /&gt;3) fazer a webcam do Mac funcionar com o MSN (Bill e Steve, vamos facilitar?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 hobbies favoritos:&lt;br /&gt;1) ler*&lt;br /&gt;2) filmes&lt;br /&gt;3) cozinhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 coisas que você quer fazer antes de morrer:&lt;br /&gt;1) Pisar em todos os continentes (nem que seja num pedacinho de cada)&lt;br /&gt;2) Aprender alemão&lt;br /&gt;3) Parar de comprar livros até ler todos os já comprados, emprestados ou presenteados (ah, e devolver os emprestados aos seus donos!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* = respostas "roubadas" da Lari.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-1445880653555140426?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/1445880653555140426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=1445880653555140426&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/1445880653555140426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/1445880653555140426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2009/01/about-me.html' title='About me'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-4411835527575714301</id><published>2009-01-27T20:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:25:00.763-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>Sean Penn</title><content type='html'>One more reason to like Sean Penn: &lt;a href="http://www.intothewild.com/"&gt;Into the Wild&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-4411835527575714301?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/4411835527575714301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=4411835527575714301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/4411835527575714301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/4411835527575714301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2009/01/sean-penn.html' title='Sean Penn'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-9063619735276513220</id><published>2008-12-10T23:01:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:13:46.310-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrospectiva 2008'/><title type='text'>2008 in retrospect - books &amp; SF</title><content type='html'>LISTA DE LIVROS&lt;br /&gt;    * A menina má&lt;br /&gt;    * An open heart&lt;br /&gt;    * An Unquiet Mind&lt;br /&gt;    * Carol&lt;br /&gt;    * Charlotte Simmons&lt;br /&gt;    * Desonrada&lt;br /&gt;    * Em busca da América&lt;br /&gt;    * Ensaios de Amor&lt;br /&gt;    * Europa - Reportagens apaixonadas&lt;br /&gt;    * Extremamente alto &amp; incrivelmente perto&lt;br /&gt;    * Leaving a Doll`s House&lt;br /&gt;    * Little Children&lt;br /&gt;    * Muito longe de casa&lt;br /&gt;    * Na ausência dos homens&lt;br /&gt;    * O Animal Agonizante&lt;br /&gt;    * O inverno da nossa desesperança&lt;br /&gt;    * O livro das feras&lt;br /&gt;    * On Chesil Beach&lt;br /&gt;    * Pastoral Americana&lt;br /&gt;    * The Art of Simplicity&lt;br /&gt;    * The Cement Garden&lt;br /&gt;    * The Long Tail&lt;br /&gt;    * The Married Man&lt;br /&gt;    * The Memory Keeper's Daughter&lt;br /&gt;    * The Terror Dream&lt;br /&gt;    * When she was good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANUARY&lt;br /&gt;2008 begins with great expectations. &lt;br /&gt;In San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCS5T3rA5I/AAAAAAAAAMU/5LQmlGc729g/s1600-h/DSCN2355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCS5T3rA5I/AAAAAAAAAMU/5LQmlGc729g/s320/DSCN2355.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278380276562199442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCSnNkAdKI/AAAAAAAAAMM/_rCrmw8T2K8/s1600-h/DSCN2095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCSnNkAdKI/AAAAAAAAAMM/_rCrmw8T2K8/s320/DSCN2095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278379965631460514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCSJa5Vs9I/AAAAAAAAAME/GOoKdOpGxII/s1600-h/DSCN2337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCSJa5Vs9I/AAAAAAAAAME/GOoKdOpGxII/s320/DSCN2337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278379453814518738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-9063619735276513220?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/9063619735276513220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=9063619735276513220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/9063619735276513220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/9063619735276513220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-in-retrospect-january.html' title='2008 in retrospect - books &amp; SF'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCS5T3rA5I/AAAAAAAAAMU/5LQmlGc729g/s72-c/DSCN2355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-83410946769926458</id><published>2008-12-10T22:58:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:31:17.559-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Da minha falta de um hobby que preste...</title><content type='html'>Afinal, leitura não é hobby. Impressão minha ou esse &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dirty Sexy Money&lt;/span&gt; é tipo assim um &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dallas&lt;/span&gt; contemporâneo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-83410946769926458?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/83410946769926458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=83410946769926458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/83410946769926458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/83410946769926458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/12/da-minha-falta-de-um-hobby-que-preste.html' title='Da minha falta de um hobby que preste...'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-9193194748298065625</id><published>2008-12-02T21:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:54:34.072-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>It`s only superstition</title><content type='html'>(...)&lt;br /&gt;What if cards don't go my way?&lt;br /&gt;Then it's sure to spoil my day&lt;br /&gt;But in voices loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;You say to me it's only superstition&lt;br /&gt;It's only your imagination&lt;br /&gt;It's only your other things that you feel&lt;br /&gt;And the things from which you can't escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep clean for the thousandth time&lt;br /&gt;Stand still and wait in line&lt;br /&gt;So nobody's better than others, oh no&lt;br /&gt;(...) (Only Superstition / Coldplay)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-9193194748298065625?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/9193194748298065625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=9193194748298065625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/9193194748298065625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/9193194748298065625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-only-superstition.html' title='It`s only superstition'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-2869437004395212358</id><published>2008-11-13T22:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:23:01.177-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Whad did I miss?</title><content type='html'>"(...) And I can’t tell you just what’s keeping me down.&lt;br /&gt;Something’s missing,&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know how to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;Something’s missing,&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know what it is, no I don’t know what it is&lt;br /&gt;I don’t.(...)"&lt;br /&gt;(Something`s Missing / John Mayer)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-2869437004395212358?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/2869437004395212358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=2869437004395212358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/2869437004395212358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/2869437004395212358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/11/whad-did-i-miss.html' title='Whad did I miss?'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-5463709167960886422</id><published>2008-11-12T23:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:55:01.027-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tio Sam'/><title type='text'>Can you fly?</title><content type='html'>Tensão pré-apuração (Tio Sam, pq não escolheu um sistema eleitoral mais maleável para o labor jornalístico?) e a catarse pós-apuração de uma gripe que estava recolhida há semanas me impediram de comentar, mas vai com atraso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desconfio de carisma (minha candidata era a &lt;a href="http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/02/chama-regina-duarte.html"&gt;Hillary&lt;/a&gt;). Deconfio ao quadrado da combinação carisma, massas e unanimidade. Mas ainda assim me arrepiei com as cenas do discurso da vitória do Obama. Ver a primeira família presidencial negra da história dos EUA no palco e aquela massa gringa ovacionando... spechless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vitória em si já é quase missão cumprida, já mudou o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O discurso me lembrou um diálogo:&lt;br /&gt;Can you fly, can you fly, can you fly?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I can; Yes, I can; Yes, I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama, show us you can fly. Estamos dispostos a acreditar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-5463709167960886422?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/5463709167960886422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=5463709167960886422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/5463709167960886422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/5463709167960886422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/11/can-you-fly.html' title='Can you fly?'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-7123857275128243372</id><published>2008-11-12T23:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:22:07.585-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><title type='text'>Insustentável leveza do ser</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If I can stop one heart from breaking,&lt;br /&gt;I shall not live in vain;&lt;br /&gt;If I can ease one life the aching,&lt;br /&gt;Or cool one pain,&lt;br /&gt;Or help one fainting robin&lt;br /&gt;Unto his nest again,&lt;br /&gt;I shall not live in vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily Dickinson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-7123857275128243372?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/7123857275128243372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=7123857275128243372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/7123857275128243372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/7123857275128243372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/11/insustentvel-leveza-do-ser.html' title='Insustentável leveza do ser'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-6155186008188262697</id><published>2008-11-12T22:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:47:38.046-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Dona Nenê gringa</title><content type='html'>Larissa e eu conversávamos horas (ok, eram minutos, mas pareciam horas) sobre os invejáveis apetrechos domésticos da D. Nenê (Marieta Severa, divina na "A Grande Família"). Jarras em forma de abacaxi, fruteiras e talheres dos mais variados formatos e cores, enfim. Cozinha dos sonhos para fãs de vaquinhas de porcelana, baleiros de plástico em forma de porco cor-de-rosa, flamingos em neon (só me falta o flamingo). Kitsch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei a dona Nenê gringa. É a cozinha M-A-I-S legal ever. O seriado é esse abaixo, tem que ver um episódio completo para notar a cozinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kZ199G82f-g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kZ199G82f-g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-6155186008188262697?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/6155186008188262697/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-1264154577824346057</id><published>2008-11-06T19:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:24:31.762-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;In Deo speramus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In God we hope)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-1264154577824346057?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/1264154577824346057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-6727719375006901836</id><published>2008-10-09T00:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:25:22.822-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Today`s guidelines</title><content type='html'>"Love all, trust few, do wrong to no one".&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare (All's Well That Ends Well, Act 1, Scene 1)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-6727719375006901836?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-1598003291785326400</id><published>2008-09-09T23:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:39:32.211-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Just stand up</title><content type='html'>Who are we to be&lt;br /&gt;questioning, wondering what is what&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like we all have better days&lt;br /&gt;Problems getting all up in your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you go through it&lt;br /&gt;Don’t mean it got to take control, no&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ain’t gotta find no hiding place&lt;br /&gt;Because the heart can beat the hate &lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" 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term='Internet'/><title type='text'>Internet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(...) está na grande tradição acadêmica de saber cada vez mais sobre cada vez menos, até você saber tudo sobre nada. (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven Pinker, entrevistado pelo Ian McEwan, que escreve para &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"saber cada vez menos sobre cada vez mais, até você saber nada sobre tudo"&lt;/span&gt;. ĺntegra &lt;a href="http://pinker.wjh.harvard.edu/articles/media/dialogue%20Pinker%20and%20McEwan.pdf"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-4343002366499603678?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/4343002366499603678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=4343002366499603678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/4343002366499603678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/4343002366499603678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/09/internet.html' title='Internet'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-4161117488542727812</id><published>2008-07-28T12:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:56:26.467-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>All you need is notion</title><content type='html'>(...)&lt;br /&gt;"There's nothing you can do that can't be done.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game.&lt;br /&gt;It's easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can make that can't be made.&lt;br /&gt;No one you can save that can't be saved.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time.&lt;br /&gt;It's easy.&lt;br /&gt;(...) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;All you need is love&lt;/span&gt;/Lennon e McCartney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-4161117488542727812?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/4161117488542727812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=4161117488542727812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/4161117488542727812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/4161117488542727812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-you-need-is-notion.html' title='All you need is notion'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-1185196152759916936</id><published>2008-07-02T22:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:57:02.523-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>A arte de inovar</title><content type='html'>SOLOMON saith, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There is no new thing upon the earth.&lt;/span&gt; So that as Plato had an imagination, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;That all knowledge was but remembrance&lt;/span&gt;; so Solomon giveth his sentence, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;That all novelty is but oblivion&lt;/span&gt;.(...) Of Vicissitude of Things, F. Bacon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-1185196152759916936?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/1185196152759916936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=1185196152759916936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/1185196152759916936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/1185196152759916936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/07/arte-de-inovar.html' title='A arte de inovar'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-4077236409504814699</id><published>2008-07-01T20:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:57:24.527-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>A arte de falar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(...) "Se manejaba con fluidez e ignorancia en diversas lenguas"(...)&lt;/span&gt; (El Aleph)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-4077236409504814699?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/4077236409504814699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=4077236409504814699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/4077236409504814699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/4077236409504814699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/07/arte-de-falar.html' title='A arte de falar'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-8852070196259229565</id><published>2008-06-19T22:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:38:06.986-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Diversão</title><content type='html'>Sucesso da TV Caracol que a Telemundo importou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sin Senos no Hay Paraiso&lt;/span&gt; (tá tá tá - trilha sonora dramática) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Una historia inspirada en la vida real y en la cual el deseo de superación se convierte en ciega ambición, capaz de llevar al filo del peligro todo lo que se valora..hasta la propia vida.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plot completo &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sin_Tetas_No_Hay_Para%C3%ADso_(Telemundo_series)"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-8852070196259229565?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/8852070196259229565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=8852070196259229565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/8852070196259229565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/8852070196259229565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/06/diverso.html' title='Diversão'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-3697949067054433187</id><published>2008-06-19T10:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:57:42.998-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><title type='text'>E o twitter...</title><content type='html'>..., então, não é apenas uma ferramenta narcisista para contar ao mundo as coisas desinteressantes que fazemos diariamente ("perdi minha mala", "fui almoçar", "cortei o cabelo")? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Text messaging, blogging and social networking have reached critical mass, with more than half of adults now relying on at least one of these so-called Web 2.0 platforms for communicating with friends, family, or colleagues on a regular basis, finds the latest installment of an ongoing tracking study from Interpublic's Universal McCann unit."(&lt;/em&gt;artigo completo &lt;a href="http://publications.mediapost.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=Articles.san&amp;s=85025&amp;Nid=44057&amp;p=933242"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-3697949067054433187?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/3697949067054433187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=3697949067054433187&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/3697949067054433187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/3697949067054433187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/06/e-o-twitter.html' title='E o twitter...'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-6233764978090987432</id><published>2008-06-18T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:01:23.927-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><title type='text'>Whatever</title><content type='html'>WHO CARES?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-6233764978090987432?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/6233764978090987432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=6233764978090987432&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/6233764978090987432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/6233764978090987432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/06/whatever.html' title='Whatever'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-5848196805339887410</id><published>2008-06-13T15:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:58:18.095-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Porque viver sem trilha sonora não tem a menor graça</title><content type='html'>"What would you think if I sang out of tune,&lt;br /&gt;Would you stand up and walk out on me?&lt;br /&gt;Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song&lt;br /&gt;And I'll try not to sing out of key."(...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-5848196805339887410?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/5848196805339887410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=5848196805339887410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/5848196805339887410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/5848196805339887410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/06/porque-viver-sem-trilha-sonora-no-tem.html' title='Porque viver sem trilha sonora não tem a menor graça'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-2931669173455367012</id><published>2008-06-04T10:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:59:25.369-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Revolution</title><content type='html'>You say you want a revolution &lt;br /&gt;Well, you know &lt;br /&gt;We all want to change the world &lt;br /&gt;You tell me that it's evolution &lt;br /&gt;Well, you know &lt;br /&gt;We all want to change the world &lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;You say you'll change the constitution &lt;br /&gt;Well, you know &lt;br /&gt;We all want to change your head &lt;br /&gt;You tell me it's the institution &lt;br /&gt;Well, you know &lt;br /&gt;You'd better free your mind instead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-2931669173455367012?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/2931669173455367012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=2931669173455367012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/2931669173455367012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/2931669173455367012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/06/revolution.html' title='Revolution'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-6873997279005444180</id><published>2008-05-27T21:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:00:11.651-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>A quem interessa a lucidez?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(...) "Ora, a famosa lucidez. Você é engraçado, meu caro, tem um medo tão louco de se iludir a si mesmo que recusaria a mais bela aventura do mundo para não se arriscar a uma mentira". (...)&lt;/span&gt; (A idade da razão/Sartre)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-6873997279005444180?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/6873997279005444180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=6873997279005444180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/6873997279005444180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/6873997279005444180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='A quem interessa a lucidez?'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-1112356636786097279</id><published>2008-05-27T21:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:00:35.981-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tio Sam'/><title type='text'>Rapidinhas da América</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Só nesse país...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;No restaurante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você NÃO pode esperar sentado na mesa pelo terceiro elemento do grupo no almoço. It`s not our policy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Na farmácia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você compra advil PM (usado informalmente como sleeping pills), 6 barras de chocolate (o meu preferido, que nem sempre tem para vender, por isso a quantidade) e três rolos de fita adesiva (para a mudança) e a atendente te olha estranho e faz perguntas como se você fosse um possível suicida. Probably, it`s our policy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;No trabalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francês que fala português... de PORTUGAL, com m-u-i-t-o sotaque francês. Único o resultado. Sem policy nenhuma, o que interessa é entender e ser entendido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-1112356636786097279?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/1112356636786097279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=1112356636786097279&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/1112356636786097279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/1112356636786097279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/05/rapidinhas-da-amrica.html' title='Rapidinhas da América'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-4097777721100778835</id><published>2008-04-19T11:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T12:31:15.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy fever</title><content type='html'>Baby boom incomoda (ler post do blog da &lt;a href="http://tonhafever.blogspot.com/2008/04/bocejos-mltiplos-e-um-pouquinho-de.html"&gt;Lari&lt;/a&gt;) quando você precisa ir no ginecologista, liga para três médicos e gasta duas semanas buscando indicações até achar um que aceite pacientes não grávidas. Ufa. No entanto, ao agendar a consulta, descobre perplexa que só dali a três meses - não está grávida e é só um exame de rotina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando enfim chega o dia - cuidadosamente monitorado para não correr o risco de esquecer - você e uma senhora de uns 65, 70 anos ficam TRÊS horas esperando enquanto TODAS as pacientes grávidas são atendidas em 10 minutos. Da próxima vez vou apelar para uma almofada na barriga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-4097777721100778835?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/4097777721100778835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=4097777721100778835&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/4097777721100778835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/4097777721100778835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/04/pregnancy-fever.html' title='Pregnancy fever'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-4820422247606432478</id><published>2008-04-15T23:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:02:30.503-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>Wasting life</title><content type='html'>Insone, peguei sem querer a segunda metade de &lt;a href="http://www.georgiarulemovie.net/"&gt;Georgia Rule&lt;/a&gt; na TV. No primeiro segundo no qual vi a Lindsay Lohan na tela sabia que era roubada, mas ainda assim insisti. O filme   é de uma ruindade ímpar que chega a hipnotizar, com um desfecho creepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-4820422247606432478?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/4820422247606432478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=4820422247606432478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/4820422247606432478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/4820422247606432478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/04/wasting-life.html' title='Wasting life'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-1951087082521886900</id><published>2008-04-12T12:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:42:34.166-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><title type='text'>Da série pesquisas sérias</title><content type='html'>Destaque para a riqueza de informação. &lt;br /&gt;Deve ser resultado de enquete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.esmas.com/mujer/sexoyamor/tucuerpo/495539.html"&gt;Mulheres altas = bitches&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-1951087082521886900?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/1951087082521886900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=1951087082521886900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/1951087082521886900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/1951087082521886900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/04/da-srie-pesquisas-srias.html' title='Da série pesquisas sérias'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-4050993904454294728</id><published>2008-04-09T21:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:03:01.173-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tio Sam'/><title type='text'>América</title><content type='html'>Almoço de vizinha de cubículo: pacote de pipoca de microondas e energético. Delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-4050993904454294728?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/4050993904454294728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=4050993904454294728&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/4050993904454294728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/4050993904454294728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/04/amrica.html' title='América'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-3471653008326229258</id><published>2008-04-09T21:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:40:25.971-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><title type='text'>Silêncio é ouro</title><content type='html'>Preciso ficar uns 3 dias sem falar palavra. Falar cansa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-3471653008326229258?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/3471653008326229258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=3471653008326229258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/3471653008326229258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/3471653008326229258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/04/silncio-ouro.html' title='Silêncio é ouro'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-2974097709934375286</id><published>2008-04-08T20:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T20:34:45.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Management of expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R_wPEp7gVpI/AAAAAAAAAIY/NtyzKcrX2Bc/s1600-h/dilbert2091688080408.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R_wPEp7gVpI/AAAAAAAAAIY/NtyzKcrX2Bc/s400/dilbert2091688080408.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187037443473299090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como administrar expectativas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-2974097709934375286?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/2974097709934375286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=2974097709934375286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/2974097709934375286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/2974097709934375286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/04/management-of-expectations.html' title='Management of expectations'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R_wPEp7gVpI/AAAAAAAAAIY/NtyzKcrX2Bc/s72-c/dilbert2091688080408.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-137367226727313354</id><published>2008-04-05T23:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T23:29:41.476-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jornalismo'/><title type='text'>Twitter</title><content type='html'>Sobre como as redações podem usar o twitter, &lt;a href="http://onlinejournalismblog.com/2008/04/02/twitter-what-are-you-doing-in-your-newsroom-what-would-you-like-to-do/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou sobre como usar twitter at all, abaixo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ddO9idmax0o&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ddO9idmax0o&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-137367226727313354?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/137367226727313354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=137367226727313354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/137367226727313354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/137367226727313354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/04/twitter.html' title='Twitter'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-4392156505736932134</id><published>2008-04-05T10:49:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:19:24.003-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><title type='text'>Ah, março</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R_eiAZ7gVoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/rz0kXadtiEc/s1600-h/100_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R_eiAZ7gVoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/rz0kXadtiEc/s320/100_0039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185791623784584834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E então março foi um longo mês que passou v-o-a-n-d-o. Aquela coisa de inferno astral não deveria terminar depois do aniversário? Um mês na terrinha, sem TV ou Internet nas (poucas) horas vagas. Pelo primeira vez comecei a estranhar algumas coisas na cidade: a beleza das pessoas (todas), o modo de vestir (peladão), a sensação da cidade ter ficado pequena demais para tanto carro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz uma semana que voltei e já parece que passou um mês. Eu já desconfiava que seria assim, mas não tem certeza sem perplexidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 Porto Alegre&lt;br /&gt;5. Tomar café na Torta de Sorvete&lt;br /&gt;4. Caminhar em ruas arborizadas, com sombras de árvores apesar do sol destilante&lt;br /&gt;3. Redescobrir cheiros e sabores&lt;br /&gt;2. Irmãos, família, amigos&lt;br /&gt;1. Grupo de trabalho dez, poder mergulhar no trabalho em equipe. Fazia tempo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-4392156505736932134?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/4392156505736932134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=4392156505736932134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/4392156505736932134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/4392156505736932134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/04/ah-maro.html' title='Ah, março'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R_eiAZ7gVoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/rz0kXadtiEc/s72-c/100_0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-2521815261085351479</id><published>2008-02-25T23:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T12:13:26.393-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tio Sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>De quando eu descobri Arrested Development</title><content type='html'>Muito caricato e engra&amp;ccedil;ado, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0367279/"&gt;Arrested Development&lt;/a&gt; &amp;eacute; uma com&amp;eacute;dia da vida privada americana no melhor estilo LFV, mas com o triplo de acidez e ironia. Para quem, assim como eu, perdeu as temporadas na TV, vale ir atr&amp;aacute;s do DVD. Os di&amp;aacute;logos s&amp;atilde;o inteligentes, ir&amp;ocirc;nicos e com todos os estere&amp;oacute;tipos poss&amp;iacute;veis. O casting faz jus: caras, bocas e guarda-roupa apimentam o que o roteiro faria sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O seriado se inspira nos esc&amp;acirc;ndalos cont&amp;aacute;beis que estouraram por aqui l&amp;aacute; por 2001, 2002 (a estr&amp;eacute;ia foi em 2003) :&amp;nbsp; Bluth pai frauda a pr&amp;oacute;pria empresa, vai preso e a fam&amp;iacute;lia - que n&amp;atilde;o gosta nem sabe trabalhar - tem os bens congelados e se v&amp;ecirc; obrigada a... sobreviver. Quem leu as not&amp;iacute;cias da &amp;eacute;poca faz a rela&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o inevit&amp;aacute;vel. Quem n&amp;atilde;o acompanhou, n&amp;atilde;o tem problema. Os exc&amp;ecirc;ntricos Bluth n&amp;atilde;o decepcionam. Preste aten&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o no IMPAG&amp;Aacute;VEL Gob, o m&amp;aacute;gico ilusionista da fam&amp;iacute;lia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui um clipe com algumas cenas. Adoro o di&amp;aacute;logo da abertura, sobre lies x love. Mas mais que imagens, s&amp;atilde;o os di&amp;aacute;logos que fazem valer os 30 minutos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kYVnosKj8i4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kYVnosKj8i4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-2521815261085351479?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/2521815261085351479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=2521815261085351479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/2521815261085351479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/2521815261085351479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/02/de-quando-eu-descobri-arrested.html' title='De quando eu descobri Arrested Development'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-4506797093683008342</id><published>2008-02-25T23:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T23:40:18.376-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tio Sam'/><title type='text'>Obamizeme</title><content type='html'>Ainda sobre os excelentes marqueteiros do Obama, essa veio do blog da &lt;a href="http://blog.girlwithaplan.com/"&gt;Sabrina&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There’s a lot to like about Obama as a candidate for President. The man has gifts; no doubt about it. But the thing that fascinates me most is how hard it is to label him.&lt;br /&gt;He’s neither white nor black&lt;br /&gt;He’s neither old nor young.&lt;br /&gt;He’s not a southerner or northerner because he grew up in Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;He’s not too left or too right.&lt;br /&gt;He’s not too Christian, and even has a Muslim name.&lt;br /&gt;He’s not an old school politician or a newcomer.&lt;br /&gt;He’s not handsome in a standard way, yet he’s attractive.&lt;br /&gt;He’s a man, but somehow projects a feminine vibe too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;By &lt;a href="http://dilbertblog.typepad.com/the_dilbert_blog/2008/02/my-prediction-f.html"&gt;Scott Adams&lt;/a&gt;, o pai do Dilbert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-4506797093683008342?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/4506797093683008342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=4506797093683008342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/4506797093683008342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/4506797093683008342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/02/de-quando-o-obama-ainda-no-me-convenceu.html' title='Obamizeme'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-4951968789904052410</id><published>2008-02-25T23:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:43:59.023-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><title type='text'>2008, 2008</title><content type='html'>Bisbilhotando um pouco nos blogs alheios, qual a minha supresa ao me deparar com o Calvin no blog &lt;a href="http://marciabenetti.blogspot.com/"&gt;Patifaria&lt;/a&gt;, utilizado com muito mais texto que nessas humildes páginas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a descrição de um final de mês atribulado, quase impossível, me remete a perguntas que assaltam o ser: o que tumultua esse final de fevereiro? Será a lua? Ou o carnaval antecipado, que nos obrigou a começar o ano antes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-4951968789904052410?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/4951968789904052410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=4951968789904052410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/4951968789904052410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/4951968789904052410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/02/2008-2008.html' title='2008, 2008'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-5072368052629236167</id><published>2008-02-25T22:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:53:41.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias e dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R8OMXb1lcpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZYDVuHi_C98/s1600-h/garfield17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R8OMXb1lcpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZYDVuHi_C98/s320/garfield17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171131131388850834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R8OMj71lcqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/17JdmtuT0fQ/s1600-h/calvin_hobbes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R8OMj71lcqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/17JdmtuT0fQ/s320/calvin_hobbes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171131346137215650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus dias se alternam em dias Garfield ou dias Calvin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos dias Garfield a preguiça, o gosto pela comida e um certo individualismo na defesa do próprio conforto imperam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos dias Calvin, é a vez do mau-humor, da impaciência e de vontade de ir para a frente do espelho gritar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitivamente hoje foi um dia Calvin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-5072368052629236167?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/5072368052629236167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=5072368052629236167&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/5072368052629236167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/5072368052629236167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/02/dias-e-dias.html' title='Dias e dias'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R8OMXb1lcpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZYDVuHi_C98/s72-c/garfield17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-9194294633611112598</id><published>2008-02-24T23:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T23:56:56.997-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>Game over</title><content type='html'>Previsível como sempre e sem perder o encanto de sempre. 5 conclusões sobre o Oscar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Reforçou minha impressão de que &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No Country for Old Man&lt;/span&gt; precisa ser visto, e logo.&lt;br /&gt;2. Finalmente colocou o Javier Bardem no lugar que merece.&lt;br /&gt;3. Me deixou curiosa sobre esse filme da Edith Piaf.&lt;br /&gt;4. Me deixou curiosa sobre a Cate Blanchet interpretando o Bob Dylan. E sobre todos os filmes dos atores indicados a melhor ator. Era um time de peso.&lt;br /&gt;5. Premiou o vestido mais feio do mundo, que escreveu um dos filmes que foi considerado o melhor filme de 2007. Vestido mais feio do mundo também é gente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-9194294633611112598?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/9194294633611112598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=9194294633611112598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/9194294633611112598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/9194294633611112598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/02/previsvel-como-sempre-e-sem-perder-o.html' title='Game over'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-7083527667981975929</id><published>2008-02-24T23:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T23:47:48.309-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>A vida imita a arte...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R8JIbL1lcoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/GPPg-G43R9c/s1600-h/sykes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R8JIbL1lcoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/GPPg-G43R9c/s320/sykes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170774954045960834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo ver o Martin Scorsese sem lembrar do personagem que ele dublou na animação &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shark Tale&lt;/span&gt;. O personagem parece mais com o Scorsese que o Scorsese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-7083527667981975929?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/7083527667981975929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=7083527667981975929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/7083527667981975929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/7083527667981975929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/02/vida-imita-arte.html' title='A vida imita a arte...'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R8JIbL1lcoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/GPPg-G43R9c/s72-c/sykes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-3371659148723297924</id><published>2008-02-24T22:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:55:01.006-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tio Sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>A moment</title><content type='html'>Criatividade definitivamente mantém a mente sana e jovem. O Robert Boyle, aos 98 anos, deu um banho de lucidez no discurso de Oscar honorário. Lembrei do Sean Penn recebendo o Oscar. O Sean Penn e o Bardem são alguns dos meus must see atores, mas sempre me pergunto como o Sean Penn consegue atuar, é "boemia" demais na veia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-3371659148723297924?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/3371659148723297924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=3371659148723297924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/3371659148723297924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/3371659148723297924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/02/moment.html' title='A moment'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-3329425517374439914</id><published>2008-02-24T21:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:56:30.734-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tio Sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>Dom Bardem</title><content type='html'>Previsível e merecido o Oscar de melhor ator coadjuvante para o Javier Bardem. Não vi ainda &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No Country for Old Man&lt;/span&gt;, mas ele é um dos melhores atores do momento, na minha opinião, e vem merecendo uma estatueta já faz tempo. Mas dedicar o prêmio à mãe e ao sangue espanhol foi tão...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-3329425517374439914?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/3329425517374439914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=3329425517374439914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/3329425517374439914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/3329425517374439914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/02/dom-bardem.html' title='Dom Bardem'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-1206990950899004586</id><published>2008-02-24T21:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T21:30:38.188-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tio Sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>And the Oscar goes to...</title><content type='html'>Eu adoro o Oscar, ano após ano "colo" na frente da TV e vejo tudo (quase tudo, não gosto das esquetes). Da festa dos 80 anos já dá para tirar algumas conclusões:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A abertura me lembrou MUITO um atração do MGM Studios, em Orlando, que tenta contar a história do cinema com bonecos e recriação de cenas famosas a um público que transita entre cenários em um barquinho. O detalhe é que pararam lá pela Mary Poppins - os bonecos do cenário do Mágico de Oz ainda me dão pesadelos. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Incrível como Hollywood encanta com mais do mesmo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Vestido com alça de um ombro só tá na moda, pelo visto. E vermelho também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A Felicity, do seriado teen, ainda existe. E está igual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sempre tem uma louca para vestir o pior vestido do mundo e aparecer na TV para o mundo inteiro. Não sei quem ela é, mas certamente amanhã saberei (estará em todas as listas melhores e piores).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R8IoEr1lcnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Q7ri0uFQS5A/s1600-h/MTA4MQAAMjQAYnMC4Ls3DWp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R8IoEr1lcnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Q7ri0uFQS5A/s320/MTA4MQAAMjQAYnMC4Ls3DWp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170739383126815346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-1206990950899004586?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/1206990950899004586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=1206990950899004586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/1206990950899004586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/1206990950899004586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-oscar-goes-to.html' title='And the Oscar goes to...'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R8IoEr1lcnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Q7ri0uFQS5A/s72-c/MTA4MQAAMjQAYnMC4Ls3DWp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-3102987596853821809</id><published>2008-02-24T11:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T16:06:45.002-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tio Sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jornalismo'/><title type='text'>Novo formato de jornalismo cidadão</title><content type='html'>The Week's Top 5, People, Trends and Tech on our Radar (By &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/mediashift/"&gt;MediaShift&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Digital residuals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writers’ strike ends with cut of web ads&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;iReport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNN’s citizen media effort spins off, unfiltered&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Free e-books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HarperCollins offers full content, no downloads&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;QuadrantOne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newspapers band together for Yahoo alternative&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lessig for Congress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Free Culture to change Washington culture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem não viu, o novo formato do IReport, da &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;CNN&lt;/span&gt;, é totalmente aberto, os internautas podem publicar notícias, fotos e vídeos em um canal (beta &lt;a href="http://beta.ireport.com/home/index.jspa"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;) sem filtro ou revisão da redação. A idéia é brincar de ser jornalista e é exatamente assim que eles estão vendendo: "você precisa acreditar no que as pessoas estão publicando". Obviamente, por hora, esses textos estão descolados do conteúdo, vendidos como uma ferramenta de social media. Aparentemente eles escolherão algumas notícias para usar nos noticiários (provavelmente devidamente checadas). Vale acompanhar para ver como isso evolui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-3102987596853821809?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/3102987596853821809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=3102987596853821809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/3102987596853821809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/3102987596853821809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/02/novo-formato-de-jornalismo-cidado.html' title='Novo formato de jornalismo cidadão'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-1102089877400891714</id><published>2008-02-23T11:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T13:58:42.641-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tio Sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jornalismo'/><title type='text'>Chama a Regina Duarte</title><content type='html'>Post meio atrasado, mas vai lá: visível o desconforto mútuo de Hillary e Obama no debate de quinta, no Texas. Motivo não falta, as trocas de acusações e suspeitas - dinheiro sujo, cocaína e o escambal começaram em novembro. Alguns jornais comparam a corrida a uma espécie de "Presidential American Idol" (muito americano). Leia-se corrida como um todo, não apenas a Democrata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a disputa Democrata, por hora, é a mais interessante. Para mim, essa briga é sobre carisma, característica pessoal difícil de desenvolver que, basicamente, funciona assim: ou você nasceu com ou sem. A Hillary é uma bruxa velha, cuja trajetória de vida mostra uma mulher forte e ambiciosa, que não consegue convencer que é movida por motivos mais nobres que o jogo de poder. Milênios nos ensinaram que mulheres assim são bruxas velhas, não tem jeito. Nos homens, aquelas são qualidades, nas mulheres, tornam elas uma "bitch". Depois dos 40, uma bruxa. Nos 60, uma bruxa velha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na prática, os dois se diferenciam pouco (como deveria ser, afinal é uma disputa do partido). Leia aqui nota sobre o &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/POLITICS/02/21/debate.main/index.html"&gt;debate&lt;/a&gt;. A diferença é de personalidade. E é evidente que o Obama foi cercado de um comitê de campanha imbatível, que sabe exatamente o que está fazendo: está construindo a vitória do carisma. A defesa da Hillary é a força do conteúdo, a experiência. Na política (e em outras áreas), essas qualidades caem bem nos bastidores. O "PR" ou quem aparece, quem bota "cara" na coisa, precisa é de carisma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;But Clinton cannot pull that curtain back to reveal the impotent wizard because she is campaigning against a man who has somehow gone from nuisance to spirited challenger to a larger-than-life mythic figure in about eight weeks. (...) If the Democratic race has come down to a battle between content and charisma, content has had a very bad month. No one really wants to be the candidate trying to deflate the balloon of hope.&lt;/span&gt; (trecho de análise do Toronto Star).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O "balão da esperança". A disputa democrata é apenas uma metade da laranja. Mas essa metade me lembra muito a campanha presidencial do Brasil em 2002. Só falta uma Regina Duarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abaixo um vídeo que mostra bem o espírito "larger-than-life mythic" da campanha do Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Jql8XB7zno&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Jql8XB7zno&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma coisa eu sei, carisma precisa de um staff muito do bom. Relembrando de novo a campanha de 2002, isso pode dar problema.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-1102089877400891714?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/1102089877400891714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=1102089877400891714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/1102089877400891714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/1102089877400891714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/02/chama-regina-duarte.html' title='Chama a Regina Duarte'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-6695383867022361351</id><published>2008-02-23T10:54:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:10:06.103-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jornalismo'/><title type='text'>Relevância</title><content type='html'>Eu adoro pesquisas que comprovam o óbvio, tem gente que precisa de número para aceitar até o óbvio. Mas &lt;a href="http://www.useit.com/alertbox/content-strategy.html"&gt;essa&lt;/a&gt; aqui exagerou. A conclusão: sim, as pessoas lêem textos longos na Internet desde que RELEVANTES para elas. Relevância, relevância.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-6695383867022361351?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/6695383867022361351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=6695383867022361351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/6695383867022361351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/6695383867022361351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/02/relevncia.html' title='Relevância'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-8171643654181584314</id><published>2008-02-23T10:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T12:34:55.572-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jornalismo'/><title type='text'>O lead nunca é indispensável</title><content type='html'>Texto jornalístico tem lead sempre, não importa o assunto, o tipo (hard news, entrevista etc.). Só alguns tipos (os talentosos) de jornalistas conseguem abrir mão do lead sem transformar sua abertura em nariz-de-cera ou lugar-comum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modelinho básico aqui no &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/02/21/nyregion/21bowery.html?ex=1361336400&amp;en=780c4d5aa994e7e1&amp;ei=5124&amp;partner=permalink&amp;exprod=permalink"&gt;NY Times&lt;/a&gt;. O assunto? Homeless, mais lugar-comum impossível.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-8171643654181584314?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/8171643654181584314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=8171643654181584314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/8171643654181584314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/8171643654181584314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-lead-nunca-indispensvel.html' title='O lead nunca é indispensável'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-5434593578021035822</id><published>2008-02-20T23:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:15:09.946-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motto'/><title type='text'>água mole em pedra dura tanto bate...</title><content type='html'>resiliência&lt;br /&gt;re.si.li.ên.cia&lt;br /&gt;sf (ingl resilience) 1 Ato de retorno de mola; elasticidade. 2 Ato de recuar (arma de fogo); coice. 3 Poder de recuperação. 4 Trabalho necessário para deformar um corpo até seu limite elástico.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-5434593578021035822?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/5434593578021035822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=5434593578021035822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/5434593578021035822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/5434593578021035822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/02/gua-mole-em-pedra-dura-tanto-bate.html' title='água mole em pedra dura tanto bate...'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-8990841223325492143</id><published>2008-02-20T00:09:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:39:05.922-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jornalismo'/><title type='text'>O amigo do Chávez</title><content type='html'>Para quem não conhece, o Jaime Bayly é um jornalista peruano que tem um programa de TV transmitido de Miami para a América Latina. Ele também escreveu alguns livros de ficção e tem coluna em alguns jornais (entre eles a versão em espanhol do Miami Herald, que é um modelo de jornalismo de baixa qualidade feito por equipe reduzida e mal paga).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele  é polêmico por dois motivos: a cruzada caricata contra a "influência perniciosa de Chávez na região" e o fato de, depois de se casar e ter dois filhos, se apaixonar por um homem, assumir a bissexualidade e se separar para viver a outra relação. Quem convive com a cultura latinoamericana sabe o quanto o tema é complicado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O programa dele é uma versão latina dos talk shows americanos que inspiraram seus filhotes pelo mundo (um Jô Soares peruano que se leva menos a sério) e ele é muito engraçado, ainda que, às vezes, a quantidade de sarro que ele tira ofusca a qualidade das entrevistas - alguns entrevistados acabam um pouco desperdiçados. Abaixo, alguns vídeos cômicos recentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PIFQWViAHZ0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PIFQWViAHZ0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_icrKKFMSV0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_icrKKFMSV0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GiRsxvBFBWA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GiRsxvBFBWA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EVF2QWbsaEU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EVF2QWbsaEU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-8990841223325492143?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/8990841223325492143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=8990841223325492143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/8990841223325492143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/8990841223325492143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-amigo-do-chvez.html' title='O amigo do Chávez'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-1683003219785447132</id><published>2008-02-19T23:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:03:57.905-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tio Sam'/><title type='text'>Meu dia de "M"</title><content type='html'>Falando em rir de si mesmo, renovei a carteira de motorista no ano passado, viajei e só fui tê-la em mãos há 15 dias. Surpresa ao detectar que no campo "sex" havia um "M", agendei uma visita ao departamento de trânsito. Foram duas semanas nas quais dirigi munida de passaporte e com discurso pronto para uma eventual abordagem da polícia. O trânsito aqui é péssimo e reúne os piores motoristas dos EUA, de acordo com o senso comum, e o risco de ser parado pela polícia pela mínima infração é grande.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passadas as duas semanas, chego ao departamento de trânsito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hello. I had received by mail my new driver license, but according with it, I`m a man.&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;- Excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;A senhora olha para o lado e diz para a colega: "She is a man". A colega me olha escandalizada. A outra desata a rir e explica o erro. &lt;br /&gt;- Tough day, the least we can do it`s laugh. &lt;br /&gt;Aham, às minhas custas, no problem eu respondo (e penso comigo, lá se foi minha hora de almoço)&lt;br /&gt;- You know, if you were a man, I would say that they did a god job. Are you married?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, with a man by the way. &lt;br /&gt;Mais risos das duas.&lt;br /&gt;Sorriso amarelo, decido interromper:&lt;br /&gt;- I would like to be a donater.&lt;br /&gt;Ela vira para o lado e diz: "She wants to be a donater". As duas desatam a rir de novo. Eu faço o meu olhar de "e?"&lt;br /&gt;- You know, I`m wondering what you will donate. That part you don`t have since you are not a man.&lt;br /&gt;Mais risos das duas.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, aí tive que dar o braço a torcer e começar a rir também. Não da piada, que foi bem fraca, mas das duas loucas ganhando o dia às minhas custas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-1683003219785447132?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/1683003219785447132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=1683003219785447132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/1683003219785447132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/1683003219785447132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/02/meus-15-dias-de-m.html' title='Meu dia de &quot;M&quot;'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-5289601003390958585</id><published>2008-02-19T22:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:48:58.246-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motto'/><title type='text'>Não me faça pensar</title><content type='html'>Quem me conhece sabe que acho o uso de jargão corporativo e termos técnicos até para explicar 5 minutos de atraso em reunião algo folclórico. Creio que é um excelente recurso para não dar informação nenhuma: empilhe várias palavras que ninguém entende nem estão no dicionário e... pronto, você se livrou das perguntas. Mas não dá para negar, jargão e palavra que não existe COLAM na língua. Me assusta como a gente simplesmente usa essas aberrações sonoras e gráficas sem pensar. De qualquer modo, nada é mais engraçado que ouvir esse vocabulário a sério.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls, se levar menos a sério é uma gentileza com o mundo que todos nós deveríamos praticar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-5289601003390958585?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/5289601003390958585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=5289601003390958585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/5289601003390958585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/5289601003390958585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-me-faa-pensar.html' title='Não me faça pensar'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-1599102727976300938</id><published>2008-02-15T17:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:03:34.734-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><title type='text'>Dica do Dilbert</title><content type='html'>Achei um artigo sobre dicas para quem trabalha com/em equipes virtuais. Quem faz ou fez sabe que não é nem tão fácil nem tão difícil assim. Acho que os 5 pontos abaixo dizem tudo que se precisa saber a respeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Your process is your practice&lt;br /&gt;- Writing skills are an invaluable asset&lt;br /&gt;- Setting boundaries keeps everyone sane&lt;br /&gt;- Personality is a key ingredient&lt;br /&gt;- Getting together is hard to do (but worth it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nome do artigo? &lt;a href="http://www.alistapart.com/articles/rulesofdigitalengagement"&gt;The Rules of Digital Engagement&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-1599102727976300938?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/1599102727976300938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=1599102727976300938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/1599102727976300938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/1599102727976300938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/02/dica-do-dilbert.html' title='Dica do Dilbert'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-3457999658843572536</id><published>2008-02-06T00:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:44:50.578-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><title type='text'>A propósito...</title><content type='html'>Caretice minha ou o carnaval, a cada ano que passa, fica ainda mais baixo nível?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-3457999658843572536?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/3457999658843572536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=3457999658843572536&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/3457999658843572536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/3457999658843572536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/02/propsito.html' title='A propósito...'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-8693270000858277043</id><published>2008-02-04T23:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:02:09.075-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>Bestseller E blockbuster que vale a pena</title><content type='html'>Quando "O caçador de pipas" caiu por acidente nas minhas mãos em uma livraria de aeroporto, eu comprei como um presente, mas acabei ficando com o livro. Não conhecia o autor e sequer sabia que era um livro pop. Mas a culpa me prendeu. Comecei a ler e acabei presa pela fraqueza de caráter do personagem narrador e pelo tema central ser a culpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livros que figuram nas listas de mais vendidos não costumam ser os mais dotados de articulação literária, então foi uma surpresa. Narrativa fechada, plot que "pega" e eficiente construção dos personagens, vale a leitura. Como toda ficção tem lá suas passagens inverossímeis. Mas tem um drama bem construído: a fraqueza do narrador e a culpa que o corrói, nunca expressa abertamente em palavras, é palpável. O pai, que enxerga um filho fraco e decepcionante, mas ainda assim abre mão da própria essência para dar uma chance de vida a esse filho, é a paternidade nua e crua, a doação que só um pai consegue fazer. A criança ingênua e ao mesmo tempo perversa se torna um adulto fraco e vulnerável - nem sempre somos o que queremos ser, mas dá para corrigir? A obediência cega e tola e o amor incondicional a quem não pode nos amar corrompem o objeto de adoração. Se por um lado nunca se quis tamanha expectativa, como não se culpar por rejeitar tamanho amor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, ainda que o desfecho seja pouco provável (o salto de personagem fraco e covarde a herói é demais), o livro tem lá um recorte da natureza humana e suas fraquezas. Não me prendi nas diferenças culturais entre Ocidente e Oriente, ainda que algumas contribuam para a minha interpretação do livro, mas prefiro sempre achar que pessoas são pessoas em qualquer lugar, independente de outros aspectos. Para quem curte essas reflexões e gosta de pensar a respeito das pessoas, suas ações e os inexplicáveis motivos que as determinam, é lazer na certa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-8693270000858277043?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/8693270000858277043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=8693270000858277043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/8693270000858277043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/8693270000858277043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/02/bestseller-e-blockbuster-que-vale-pena.html' title='Bestseller E blockbuster que vale a pena'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-4014077682624579837</id><published>2008-01-02T19:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T12:28:03.009-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tio Sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><title type='text'>Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair (and nice shoes)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R6lE3pf59OI/AAAAAAAAAGs/80wTIEPZ6jM/s1600-h/DSCN1950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R6lE3pf59OI/AAAAAAAAAGs/80wTIEPZ6jM/s320/DSCN1950.JPG" border="0" alt="Cable cars"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163734170580153570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco pode ser vista em diversas tours ou nos cable cars, que cobrem os principais pontos da cidade, mas privam turistas "exploradores" de muitas surpresas. Nós, que gostamos de acreditar que somos "exploradores", um pouco aturdidos ao perceber que fazer turismo a pé depois dos 30 é diferente de fazer nos 20, decidimos andar. E andamos. Por todas as lombas (para os não gaúchos, ladeiras) possíveis. E, sim, vimos todos os lugares-comuns do guia (só faltou Alcatraz), mas "exploramos" vários pontos e vistas que não imaginávamos encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cidade é linda. Simples assim, nem adianta tentar descrever com palavras mais complexas (quer palavras articuladas? &lt;em&gt;Be Sure to Wear Some Flowers in Your Hair&lt;/em&gt; ou &lt;em&gt;I Left My Heart in San Francisco&lt;/em&gt;). A cada esquina, é possível topar com uma vista, um belvedere escondido, uma trilha disfarçada, que exibe um ângulo novo, lindo, da cidade. Para achar isso, só aceitando desafiar a gravidade e subir onde a natureza determinou que se deve descer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R6lDJZf59MI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fozveyW8454/s1600-h/DSCN1980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R6lDJZf59MI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fozveyW8454/s320/DSCN1980.JPG" border="0" alt="Haight-Ashbury, San Franscisco"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163732276499576002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O presente com contornos tão nítidos dos 60 está lá para quem quiser arregalar os olhos e ver (pode passar despercebido entre as megalojas, parkings lot e montes de turistas nas ruas). É só abrir os olhos e usar a imaginação para povoar as ruas de Haight-Ashbury, North Beach e Berkeley (cidade a 20 minutos de SF, onde, na Universidade da Califórnia, despontaram o movimento hippie e os protestos contra a guerra do Vietnã). Se a imaginação não for suficiente, você vai topar, por acaso, com alguma livraria decrépita, como a que entramos por acidente, em North Beach. O local estava repleto de literatura beat, e exibia uma exposição de fotos do Robert Altman (!), que reúne imagens de protestos, do "Summer of Love" e de tantas cenas que explicam os que ficaram pelos 60. Experimentar deve ter sido tão intenso quanto traumático ter de aceitar que o sonho acabou. Clichê, mas nossa geração não viveu nada assim, não me atrevo a julgar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R6lG9Jf59RI/AAAAAAAAAHE/v85OZhfs1Es/s1600-h/DSCN2345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R6lG9Jf59RI/AAAAAAAAAHE/v85OZhfs1Es/s320/DSCN2345.JPG" border="0" alt="Japanese Tea Garden"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163736464092689682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver em uma cidade tão inquieta quanto linda só pode mesmo ser inspirador. Andando pelas ruas do Castro District, região gay - que hoje parece um pouco caricata (ou turística) com as bandeiras do arco-íris e pinturas e cores -, dá para pressentir outra revolução que muitos da nossa geração nem tomaram conhecimento, simplesmente crescemos e aprendemos a viver com os resultados: a busca por aceitação e evolução no tratamento da aids. Eu não fazia idéia, mas no Golden Gate Park há um memorial para as vítimas da aids, com nomes gravados no chão, declarações de amor e tributos a pessoas que nunca souberam de que mal morreram. Não está nos guias, descobrimos caminhando. O lugar é lindo. Um círculo de luz no meio das árvores: a região é cercada por árvores altas, que deixam a trilha escura e úmida, mas o miolo onde fica o memorial está exatamente em um círculo iluminado pelo sol. O efeito é lindo e o local é, ao mesmo tempo, escondido e inspirador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R6lGZ5f59QI/AAAAAAAAAG8/2RcY5YHNESM/s1600-h/DSCN2350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R6lGZ5f59QI/AAAAAAAAAG8/2RcY5YHNESM/s320/DSCN2350.JPG" border="0" alt="Eu"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163735858502300930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A comunidade asiática, meaning 90% chinesa, é enorme e tem uma dinâmica similar aos latinos em Miami, com direito a letreiros de lojas bilíngues e a sensação de que quem fala mandarim (e outros dialetos chineses, para o meu ouvido chinês é chinês) se vira tão bem quanto qualquer hispano hablante na costa de cá. Chinatown é, imagino, como qualquer outra nos US (só conheço a de NY), mas é enorme. São várias ruas - e muitoooos patos defumados, frutos do mar secos e cheiros exóticos. Lá você encontra os artigos das gifts shops de todos os pontos turísticos por até 1/3 do preço, como, suponho, em qualquer Chinatown. Apenas seja cuidadoso na escolha do produto, as lojas são muito desiguais em termos de qualidade, ande um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SF merece dias de exploração para quem, como nós, gosta de cidades. Esse é o nosso tipo de turismo: andar pelas ruas, olhar para o céu, sentar em um café para ler o jornal local, decorar as cores e os cheiros da nova cidade (vista, talvez, pela primeira e última vez), arquivar para recordações futuras (quem me conhece sabe que sou econômica nas fotos). Ainda assim decidimos dividir nossos dias lá com viagens rápidas a cidades próximas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fizemos um bate e volta a Napa Valley e Sonoma. Foi rápido, mas vimos os vinhedos  (inverno, portanto sem uvas ou folhas) e algumas vinícolas. O passeio merece pelo menos uma noite na região para aproveitar melhor os restaurantes, as degustações, os vinhos e o clima. O passeio é bonito, mas se tiver pouco tempo fique em San Francisco mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmel e Monterrey, ao Sul, são passeios mais longos, mas definitivamente imperdíveis.  Vá pela US 1. O cenário é fabuloso: você vai ver trechos com nada além de mato e mar morro abaixo. A mistura de litoral recortado e Serra em Carmel é belíssima e a cidade, bem pequena, é charmosa. Foi em Carmel que toquei o Pacífico pela primeira vez. Em Monterrey está um dos maiores aquários dos Estados Unidos e, para quem gosta do programa, é bacana. Antes da volta, um tour pela 17-Mile Drive (estrada privada que oferece outra série de great views) é obrigatório.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back a SF, alguns dizem (o nosso guia turístico de papel, por exemplo, que definitivamente era um terceiro elemento no grupo) que comer clam showder ou crabs nas barraquinhas do pier é passeio básico ou você não esteve lá. Adoro experimentar a culinária local, mas não gosto de colocar meu estômago à prova. Para quem curte e não se importa com um ambiente um pouco sujinho, uma multidão de pé comendo crabs com as mãos, em meio a panelas de água fervendo (a mesma durante todo o dia, eu diria), é uma opção barata de alimentação. E todo um pacote turístico, do qual acabamos abrindo mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, no geral, se come bem na região. Acho que, dos chocolates quentes às pastas, não provamos nada ruim ou mal feito ou mal servido por lá. E quem já esteve em Miami sabe do que estou falando: serviço ruim, comida péssima e porções gigantes e totalmente desproporcionais na relação sabor x tamanho - ninguém ouviu falar de que, às vezes, menos é mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP TEN SF NA BARBLAND&lt;br /&gt;10. Ver a Golden Gate de longe, no final de tarde, marcando a paisagem com seu vermelho brilhante.&lt;br /&gt;9. Descer de carro a Lombard Street para apaziguar a criança que vive no corpo de 30 anos.&lt;br /&gt;8. Fingir que entendo alguma coisa de vinhos, fazer caras e bocas na degustação e ouvir explicações do sommelier.&lt;br /&gt;7. Decadent drinking chocolate da Ghiradelli.&lt;br /&gt;6. Cafe Mason e seu seafood linguini, lifesaver, aberto 24h, serviço excelente, preços razoáveis, ingredientes de qualidade e um dos poucos locais na América onde as garçonetes não pressionam para cair fora antes da segunda garfada. Na verdade, não importa a hora do dia, you take your time.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tomar chá verde e ler a sorte do biscoito no Japanese Tea Garden, no Golden Gate Park.&lt;br /&gt;4. Parar o carro no estacionamento do Marina District e ver o mar.&lt;br /&gt;3. Descer a rua principal de Carmel e, em meio a árvores, descobrir o oceano Pacífico, gigante e gelado.&lt;br /&gt;2. Twin Peaks, pontos mais altos da cidade. Visual (e a experiência de subir até lá) amazing&lt;br /&gt;1. Caminhar em um domingo de sol no Golden Gate Park. Andar por horas, ver as árvores, experimentar as trilhas e observar as pessoas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-4014077682624579837?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/4014077682624579837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=4014077682624579837&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/4014077682624579837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/4014077682624579837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2008/01/be-sure-to-wear-some-flowers-in-your.html' title='Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair (and nice shoes)'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R6lE3pf59OI/AAAAAAAAAGs/80wTIEPZ6jM/s72-c/DSCN1950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-7826700998412281850</id><published>2007-12-16T19:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:59:00.183-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de avental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tio Sam'/><title type='text'>Brazilian Black Bean Feijoada</title><content type='html'>Comprei uma lata de feijão preto que veio sem instruções de como fazer. Saí a buscar ajuda na Web: quanto tempo precisa cozinhar? Cozinha só com a água da lata? Precisa colocar mais água? E se vier com um dedo dentro? Enfim, topei com a receita abaixo e achei muito engraçada,já que não tem a menor semelhança com o modo de preparar uma feijoada brasileira (ou tem, Cuca?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brazilian Black Bean Feijoada&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons Eden Extra Virgin Olive Oil&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup onion, diced&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon freshly grated ginger root&lt;br /&gt;1/8 teaspoon cayenne pepper&lt;br /&gt;15 ounces Eden Organic Black Beans, 1 can, do not drain&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 teaspoons Eden Ume Plum Vinegar&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon Eden Sea Salt&lt;br /&gt;1 large red bell pepper, * roasted, seeded and peeled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em tempo, improvisei com a lata de feijão e até deu para matar a vontade de feijão com arroz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-7826700998412281850?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/7826700998412281850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=7826700998412281850&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/7826700998412281850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/7826700998412281850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2007/12/brazilian-black-bean-feijoada.html' title='Brazilian Black Bean Feijoada'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-1787387167605086698</id><published>2007-12-10T23:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:19:07.627-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><title type='text'>Bogotá</title><content type='html'>Andei meio sem-paciência-tempo-vontade-disposição para postar, o que foi piorado pela viagem da semana passada para Bogotá. A cidade já havia me interessando na primeira viagem, em junho, mas foi só agora, com mais tempo, que foi possível explorar um pouco mais. Algumas impressões:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ao contrário do senso comum, os bogotanos com os quais cruzamos foram extremamente atenciosos e hospitaleiros. Dizem (os próprios colombianos) que bogotanos são fechados e um pouco antipáticos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ao contrário do senso comum de que a altitude pega mesmo só depois do terceiro dia, no primeiro pela tarde eu já estava enjoada e com dores de cabeça. Melhorou exatamente no terceiro dia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O trânsito é infernal e agressivo (como em São Paulo, Buenos Aires, Cidade do México etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Usaquén, uma das localidades mais antigas da cidade, reúne o mercado das pulgas e varios restaurantes típicos. É visita obrigatória, especialmente se você vai a trabalho (é perto da região comercial).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A Zona T, Zona G etc são áreas de restaurantes excelentes e agito noturno. Dá para achar comida típica, cozinha internacional, fusion, japonês, francês e qualquer coisa que possa ser espetada com um garfo. Come-se muito, muito bem nessa cidade. E com preços razoáveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A região do Palácio da Justiça, na Plaza de Bolívar, parece uma zona de guerra pela presença militar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Os cachorros treinados em farejar explosivos estão por toda a parte. Mesmo na entrada do estacionamento do shopping, nenhum carro entra sem passar por uma farejada. Se por um lado causa estranheza, por outro passa uma forte sensação de seguridad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A sensação de segurança está por todas as áreas as quais percorremos (basicamente centro empresarial e regiões turísticas). Por toda a parte vê-se cães farejadores e soldados ou policiais armados. Não conheço, mas logo pensei em Israel.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Em tempo, isso é coisa do governo atual, ação ostensiva do governo no combate ao terrorismo e aos narcotraficantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nenhum motoboy anda sem colete de idenficação, é lei municipal em Bogotá. Entre os anos 80 e 90, cidades como Cali proibiram motos com dois passageiros homens. A violência diminuiu drasticamente desde então, e as motos continuam fonte de polêmica, como em toda cidade com trânsito estressado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Em junho, uma ou duas semanas antes de eu visitar a cidade pela primeira vez, havia tido um atentado a bomba a três quadras do escritório. A diferença é que atentado na Colômbia não rende mais manchete nem para a imprensa Latinoamericana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Em compensação, a chocante carta da Ingrid Betancourt, divulgada uma semana antes da nossa visita, rendeu, e muito. O país seguia sob o efeito das imagens e do texto. Era o tema na rua, nos táxis, nas rádios. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Questionei meus colegas se o Uribe não tinha demorado demais a se manifestar. A resposta foi que a popularidade dele está justamente no discurso duro e na política de não negociar com as Farc (o Pastrana investiu parte do mandando negociando uma zona desmilitarizada, em um processo de paz que acabou fracassado e não diminuiu os seqüestros), assim que o Uribe não tem interesse político em buscar soluções alternativas (como a gestão do Chávez no tema). Por isso a "tardanza" em se pronunciar. Enquanto isso a Ingrid Betancourt e tantos outros reféns (ela é apenas a mais famosa, ainda que não menos vítima) definham na selva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bom, o fato é que o país fervia com o tema e o presidente, depois da carta do Sarkozy ao Marulanda, anunciou a possibilidade de negociação (&lt;a href="http://www.elpais.com/articulo/internacional/Uribe/anuncia/zona/encuentro/negociar/liberacion/rehenes/FARC/elpepuint/20071207elpepuint_13/Tes"&gt;leia mais&lt;/a&gt;). Uma semana passou e pouco aconteceu. Os críticos dizem que as condições do Uribe para o intercâmbio humanitário são condições feitas para não serem aceitas e que o anúncio foi apenas para acalmar as reações internacionais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-1787387167605086698?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/1787387167605086698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=1787387167605086698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/1787387167605086698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/1787387167605086698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2007/12/bogot.html' title='Bogotá'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-7149064395995664595</id><published>2007-11-26T22:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:14:26.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Por que processo é uma merda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R0uMy8Or0CI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XT3aWl8otdE/s1600-h/dilbert2666700071126.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R0uMy8Or0CI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XT3aWl8otdE/s400/dilbert2666700071126.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137354606735249442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-7149064395995664595?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/7149064395995664595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=7149064395995664595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/7149064395995664595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/7149064395995664595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2007/11/por-que-processo-uma-merda.html' title='Por que processo é uma merda'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R0uMy8Or0CI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XT3aWl8otdE/s72-c/dilbert2666700071126.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-1511702552592701641</id><published>2007-11-26T21:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:55:25.423-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><title type='text'>Segunda-feira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R0uBdsOr0BI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mvCSkbU51u4/s1600-h/garfield-monday.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R0uBdsOr0BI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mvCSkbU51u4/s400/garfield-monday.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137342147035123730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há algumas semanas essa imagem é o retrato do meu começo de semana. Mas hoje definitivamente a segunda-feira se superou. Marido doente, reunião de três horas, to do list repleta de pendências nos primeiros 15 minutos do dia, caixa postal lotada, a diplomacia foi para o espaço, escrevi mal-humorada com erro de português. E o dia terminou antes mesmo de eu perceber que já havia começado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-1511702552592701641?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/1511702552592701641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=1511702552592701641&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/1511702552592701641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/1511702552592701641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2007/11/segunda-feira.html' title='Segunda-feira'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R0uBdsOr0BI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mvCSkbU51u4/s72-c/garfield-monday.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-4476350138890665646</id><published>2007-11-26T20:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T16:36:26.759-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tio Sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/81C9dYo7esA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/81C9dYo7esA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os comerciais aqui me divertem por serem divertidos ou por serem péssimos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-4476350138890665646?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/4476350138890665646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=4476350138890665646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/4476350138890665646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/4476350138890665646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2007/11/tv.html' title='TV'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-7549324875223669219</id><published>2007-11-26T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T20:54:17.022-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tio Sam'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R0t4qMOr0AI/AAAAAAAAAFU/tLB0VzMBiA8/s1600-h/IMG_0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R0t4qMOr0AI/AAAAAAAAAFU/tLB0VzMBiA8/s320/IMG_0059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137332466178838530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então foi Thanksgiving, nosso primeiro. Ano passado tínhamos recém nos mudado, nem prestei atenção ao feriado. Bom, dessa vez prestei atenção e gostei. A idéia de reunir pessoas queridas em um dia de graças, sem o estresse de presentes, amigo secreto (do pessoal do trabalho, do pessoal da faculdade, do pessoal do pós, dos amigos de escola... - fica difícil não O-D-I-A-R amigo secreto) é interessante. O objetivo é nobre e toda a função me gusta: buscar receitas típicas (e desvendar como acertá-las), ir ao mercado, cozinhar e aproveitar uma refeição longa e farta com um grupo divertido. Ah, e fugir da tal Black Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-7549324875223669219?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/7549324875223669219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=7549324875223669219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/7549324875223669219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/7549324875223669219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R0t4qMOr0AI/AAAAAAAAAFU/tLB0VzMBiA8/s72-c/IMG_0059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-7821392055392998373</id><published>2007-11-20T12:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T12:10:19.046-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><title type='text'>Go Lari!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R0MpQMOrz_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/eMVjO3LawGY/s1600-h/LucySnoopySmaky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R0MpQMOrz_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/eMVjO3LawGY/s320/LucySnoopySmaky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134993358269960178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homenagem para uma menina muitooo especial. Sentiremos falta, mas 2007 definitivamente foi o teu ano, não podia terminar igual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-7821392055392998373?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/7821392055392998373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=7821392055392998373&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/7821392055392998373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/7821392055392998373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2007/11/go-lari.html' title='Go Lari!!'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/R0MpQMOrz_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/eMVjO3LawGY/s72-c/LucySnoopySmaky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-728677539874156464</id><published>2007-11-14T19:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:54:47.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/RzuZCcOrz7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/hp8f9haNRc4/s1600-h/dilbert.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/RzuZCcOrz7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/hp8f9haNRc4/s400/dilbert.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132864467535384498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-728677539874156464?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/728677539874156464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=728677539874156464&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/728677539874156464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/728677539874156464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2007/11/speechless.html' title='...'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/RzuZCcOrz7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/hp8f9haNRc4/s72-c/dilbert.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-7418757082512120871</id><published>2007-11-12T23:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:08:08.891-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de avental'/><title type='text'>Bolo de Framboesa &amp; restaurantes para almoçar em Coral Gables</title><content type='html'>Fiz essa receita de &lt;a href="http://pecadodagula.blogspot.com/2005/11/bolo-de-framboesa.html"&gt;bolo de framboesa&lt;/a&gt; ontem, e ficou deliciosa, igual ao da foto no blog "Pecado da Gula". Meu pecado foi além (não resisti ao clichê), e eu cobri a fatia do bolo morno com leite condensado. Ficou delicioso. O bolo não é muito doce e fica grande (fiz 1/2 receita, somos apenas 2, e ficou maior do que eu &lt;s&gt;queria &lt;/s&gt;imaginava). Não tenho batedeira, mas não dificultou o processo que, aliás, é bem rápido. E o sabor azedinho lembrou as tortas alemãs que a minha avó fazia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um site para os favoritos. Antes de me deparar com a necessidade de cozinhar, não imaginava que a comunidade de blogs de culinária fosse tão forte. Os meus favoritos - com os quais identifico o meu paladar (de sabores e letras) - vou colocando aí do lado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E só com muita informação para &lt;s&gt;não&lt;/s&gt; se acostumar à culinária local. Afinal, precisa de muito mau gosto para considerar batata frita um side de qualquer coisa - e olha que eu sou fã de tal igua&lt;s&gt;porca&lt;/s&gt;ria, mas experimente encontrá-la como side de... qualquer coisa - ou achar que burger pode custar mais do que meia dúzia de bucks. E beber essa mistura que, dizem, é coca-cola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/RzuikMOrz8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/n3jJSKTmT58/s1600-h/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/RzuikMOrz8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/n3jJSKTmT58/s200/IMG_0004.jpg" border="0" alt="Restaurante japonês em Coral Gables"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132874942960619458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A outra opção é se aventurar nos restaurantes das redondezas e, pela bagatela de 10 a 15 bucks (com exceção do espanhol), ter as seguintes experiências no almoço:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Diego`s - espanhol cujo preço é inversamente proporcional ao serviço prestado (mesa com farelos e comida ruim - talvez os farelos tenham afetado meu julgamento).&lt;br /&gt;- Cubano (nao sei o nome) - ruim, ruim, ruim, mas ao menos é barato. E nem assim compensa.&lt;br /&gt;- Vietnamita - não rolou também, cheiros exóticos no almoço afetam meu paladar.&lt;br /&gt;- Tailandês - o molho de amendoim da salada, juro, me deu dor de barriga. Justo no dia de um jantar alemão homemade. Mas fui brava e prestigiei o atencioso anfitrião, só joguei a toalha na sobremesa.&lt;br /&gt;- Argentino (Graziano`s): melhor para cafés e lanches (gosto mais dos sanduíches que dos pratos), mas ainda prefiro a todos citados acima.&lt;br /&gt;- Japonês: simples, mas honesto, especialmente quando é sexta-feira e tá valendo a indulgência do sake.&lt;br /&gt;- Alemão: bom, mas o principal atrativo ainda é a cerveja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há ainda muito o que explorar - Coral Gables é, basicamente, uma região de restaurantes e escritórios. Mas tenho preferido os blogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-7418757082512120871?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/7418757082512120871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=7418757082512120871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/7418757082512120871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/7418757082512120871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2007/11/bolo-de-framboesa-restaurantes-para.html' title='Bolo de Framboesa &amp; restaurantes para almoçar em Coral Gables'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/RzuikMOrz8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/n3jJSKTmT58/s72-c/IMG_0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-1396899751646683072</id><published>2007-11-12T22:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T16:20:22.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom...</title><content type='html'>E o visual desse blog ainda me incomoda. Acho que agora vou mexer nos links. Será que as cores dão leitura? 1.5 leitor, manifeste-se. Ok, ficou medonho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-1396899751646683072?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/1396899751646683072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=1396899751646683072&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/1396899751646683072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/1396899751646683072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2007/11/bom.html' title='Bom...'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-299485547719519116</id><published>2007-11-12T20:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:04:29.558-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><title type='text'>São seus olhos</title><content type='html'>Eu tenho um lado pessimista que precisa ser constantemente controlado. É uma certa tendência a ver as coisas pelo lado que poderia ter sido melhor (ou ruim mesmo) e não pelos ângulos divertidos e engraçados que quase tudo tem (eu disse quase, excluo funerais e filmes do David Lynch). O lado bom é que, no geral, mantenho as minhocas sob controle. Mas relendo o post da semana passada, percebi que resumi a semana nas coisas ruins. Então decidi fazer o contrário e compartilhar com o 1.5 leitor desse blog o resumo do final de semana:&lt;br /&gt;- Jantar a dois na sexta, com drinks e bate-papo relax, para desintoxicar a semana&lt;br /&gt;- Sábado dedicado a ler na cama&lt;br /&gt;- Jantar à noite com grupo novo de amigos/conhecidos (foto abaixo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Rzuk1sOrz-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/di_0IvSqHQA/s1600-h/IMG_0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Rzuk1sOrz-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/di_0IvSqHQA/s320/IMG_0013.jpg" border="0" alt="Lasanha da Dul"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132877442631585762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- Almoço de tarde inteira no domingo em restaurante com vista para a praia em Coconut Grove. Comida fraca, mas a companhia (Lu e casal de amigos) e o dia lindo compensaram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, o final de semana foi bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, e o David Lynch? Não sei, implico.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-299485547719519116?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/299485547719519116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=299485547719519116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/299485547719519116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/299485547719519116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-seus-olhos.html' title='São seus olhos'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Rzuk1sOrz-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/di_0IvSqHQA/s72-c/IMG_0013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-3863912826499587763</id><published>2007-11-11T12:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:14:06.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner party</title><content type='html'>É com uma mistura de divertimento e estranhamento que eu observo aquele momento da noite, geralmente após a sobremesa e o café - quando a coisa começa a se encaminhar para o fim -, que alguém traz o computador e começa a buscar vídeos no You Tube. A noite ganha uma sobrevida de mais 1h, 2h. Esse é velho, mas é muito engraçado (destaque para a reação do Lula).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AN_q212m0h4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AN_q212m0h4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contexto: mamona é uma das fontes vegetais para o biodiesel. O Paraná é um dos maiores produtores de mamona do País. Requião é o governador do Paraná. Requião acha que mamona é que nem cajuzinho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-3863912826499587763?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/3863912826499587763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=3863912826499587763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/3863912826499587763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/3863912826499587763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2007/11/dinner-party.html' title='Dinner party'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-2595156884754249598</id><published>2007-11-11T12:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:11:10.753-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><title type='text'>Resumo da semana</title><content type='html'>- 2 dias fechada em uma sala discutindo o sexo dos anjos&lt;br /&gt;- Conversa estranha no jantar&lt;br /&gt;- Espinafrada por e-mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camisa-de-força ainda vai entrar no meu guarda-roupa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-2595156884754249598?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/2595156884754249598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=2595156884754249598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/2595156884754249598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/2595156884754249598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2007/11/resumo-da-semana.html' title='Resumo da semana'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-154208708456942369</id><published>2007-11-06T00:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:10:27.152-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><title type='text'>Social Web Browser</title><content type='html'>Baixei o Flock 1.0. So far, rápido e fácil de usar. Parece legal. Em análise para virar o navegador dominante. Em breve escrevo mais impressões.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-154208708456942369?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/154208708456942369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=154208708456942369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/154208708456942369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/154208708456942369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2007/11/social-web-browser.html' title='Social Web Browser'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-5292288409188383418</id><published>2007-11-05T23:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:18:40.238-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><title type='text'>De quando...</title><content type='html'>... o Google mais uma vez decide revolucionar o modo como a gente usa a Internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The search giant announced the Android platform for mobile devices and the Open &lt;a href="http://www.openhandsetalliance.com/"&gt;Handset Alliance&lt;/a&gt; on Monday in a move to break the lock existing carriers and phone makers have on the industry and make it as easy to use the Web on mobile devices as it is on desktop computers.&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.news.com/Google-sends-Android-to-conquer-mobile-world/2100-1038_3-6217113.html?tag=cnetfd.mt"&gt;leia aqui&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divide and conquer, no melhor estilo romano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-5292288409188383418?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/5292288409188383418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=5292288409188383418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/5292288409188383418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/5292288409188383418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2007/11/de-quando.html' title='De quando...'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-3796819198742808426</id><published>2007-11-05T22:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T16:47:56.937-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Em 30 minutos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Ry_ru07bi9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/dg19H1htFdE/s1600-h/californication2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Ry_ru07bi9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/dg19H1htFdE/s320/californication2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129577690312707026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 motivos para ver &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0904208/"&gt;Californication&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1 a 5 - David Duchovny como Hank Moody. O resto do elenco se encaixa perfeitamente, mas ele está demais como o escritor boêmio, com bloqueio criativo e uma vida pessoal aos pedaços que não perde 1 segundo se levando a sério.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Ry_qiE7bi8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/OKEXGZV-CUs/s1600-h/482px-Weedstv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Ry_qiE7bi8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/OKEXGZV-CUs/s320/482px-Weedstv.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129576371757747138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 motivos para ver &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0439100/"&gt;Weeds&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A engraçadíssima Nancy, da Mary-Louise Parker&lt;br /&gt;2. O estranho Shane&lt;br /&gt;3. A abertura: tema com um toque diferente a cada episódio (de ritmos diversos a letra em alemão). E as casas iguais, carros iguais, pessoas iguais têm tudo a ver.&lt;br /&gt;4. O divertido absurdo de imaginar uma dona de casa não convencional dos subúrbios que vira rainha do tráfico &lt;br /&gt;5. Elizabeth Perkins, que está sensacional como Celia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-3796819198742808426?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/3796819198742808426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=3796819198742808426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/3796819198742808426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/3796819198742808426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2007/11/em-30-minutos.html' title='Em 30 minutos'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Ry_ru07bi9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/dg19H1htFdE/s72-c/californication2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-8221883840415311295</id><published>2007-11-05T22:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T16:48:39.047-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tio Sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Natal na América</title><content type='html'>A Macy`s juntou a Martha Stewart, o Donald Trump e a Jessica Simpson na mesma propaganda de Natal. Todos em originais interpretações de si mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UdpkdcvGAaA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UdpkdcvGAaA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será um longo novembro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-8221883840415311295?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/8221883840415311295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=8221883840415311295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/8221883840415311295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/8221883840415311295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2007/11/natal-na-amrica.html' title='Natal na América'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-7341555374513850385</id><published>2007-11-05T22:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:51:17.163-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mimos'/><title type='text'>Gigantes indulgências</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Ry_fTk7bi7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/a_cmt_gTu9M/s1600-h/600px-Nutella-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Ry_fTk7bi7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/a_cmt_gTu9M/s320/600px-Nutella-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129564028021738418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Julio cometeu a atrocidade de me despertar a curiosidade de provar isso. Eu, natureba que era antes de desembarcar na terra do Tio Sam (e potes gigantes de nutella a preço de banana no Costco, um bizarro templo de consumo de junk food em embalagens grandes o suficiente para alimentar um time de futebol americano) nunca tinha experimentado. Gostei. Damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-7341555374513850385?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/7341555374513850385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=7341555374513850385&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/7341555374513850385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/7341555374513850385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2007/11/o-julio-cometeu-atrocidade-de-me.html' title='Gigantes indulgências'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Ry_fTk7bi7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/a_cmt_gTu9M/s72-c/600px-Nutella-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-775857638676268926</id><published>2007-11-02T01:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:05:57.366-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><title type='text'>She scares me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/RytAdU7bi6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/kHMkqgGlVeA/s1600-h/20165253494729c1fe65c84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/RytAdU7bi6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/kHMkqgGlVeA/s400/20165253494729c1fe65c84.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128263473269803938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deu no Omg!, do Yahoo (que ainda está na versão beta).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During an appearance on "Ellen," Victoria Beckham revealed that she never hits the gym. "I don't do anything," Posh purred. "I'm running around after three kids and they play soccer. They just... throw footballs at me and I just stand from left to right and that kind of keeps me fit." (leia &lt;a href="http://omg.yahoo.com/posh-shocker:-i-dont-work-out/news/3587"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrã.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-775857638676268926?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/775857638676268926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=775857638676268926&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/775857638676268926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/775857638676268926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2007/11/she-scares-me.html' title='She scares me'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/RytAdU7bi6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/kHMkqgGlVeA/s72-c/20165253494729c1fe65c84.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-4329481525976321947</id><published>2007-11-02T00:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:17:31.480-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><title type='text'>Social Network</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Rys91E7bi3I/AAAAAAAAADs/CenqoA9ItV4/s1600-h/facebook_porn_1031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Rys91E7bi3I/AAAAAAAAADs/CenqoA9ItV4/s400/facebook_porn_1031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128260582756813682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook: More Popular Than Porn (leia &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/business/article/0,8599,1678586,00.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The web is better when it`s social (leia &lt;a href="http://opensocialapis.blogspot.com/2007/11/web-is-better-when-its-social.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-4329481525976321947?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/4329481525976321947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=4329481525976321947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/4329481525976321947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/4329481525976321947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2007/11/brincadeira-de-criana.html' title='Social Network'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/Rys91E7bi3I/AAAAAAAAADs/CenqoA9ItV4/s72-c/facebook_porn_1031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-2481598442435567349</id><published>2007-11-02T00:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:17:12.285-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><title type='text'>I told you so!</title><content type='html'>Invention Of the Year: The iPhone (leia &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/specials/2007/article/0,28804,1677329_1678542_1677891,00.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;), eleição da &lt;em&gt;Time Magazine&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Razões da escolha:&lt;br /&gt;1. The iPhone is pretty&lt;br /&gt;2. It's touchy-feely&lt;br /&gt;3. It will make other phones better&lt;br /&gt;4. It's not a phone, it's a platform&lt;br /&gt;5. It is but the ghost of iPhones yet to come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-2481598442435567349?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/2481598442435567349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=2481598442435567349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/2481598442435567349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/2481598442435567349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-told-you-so.html' title='I told you so!'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-6037164662489955233</id><published>2007-11-01T23:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T16:22:57.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sob nova direção</title><content type='html'>Apesar da ansiedade que acaba em unhas estraçalhadas e malditos 2 kg que vão e vem, adoro mudanças. Adoro o caos. Nos faz alerta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E então decidi mudar o nome do blog. Não gostava muito do primeiro, assim que me inspirei em... mim. Afinal nada mais óbvio e fácil que virar o personagem do seu blog (quem sabe um dia consigo fazer algo como o Shoe me!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don`t forget: everybody just pretend to be normal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-6037164662489955233?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/6037164662489955233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=6037164662489955233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/6037164662489955233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/6037164662489955233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2007/11/sob-nova-direo.html' title='Sob nova direção'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843282624708933004.post-5057354391780884424</id><published>2007-11-01T00:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:16:45.991-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><title type='text'>Post by Iphone</title><content type='html'>Versao mobile do Facebook sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843282624708933004-5057354391780884424?l=everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/feeds/5057354391780884424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843282624708933004&amp;postID=5057354391780884424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/5057354391780884424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843282624708933004/posts/default/5057354391780884424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everybodyjustpretendtobenormalok.blogspot.com/2007/10/post-by-iphone.html' title='Post by Iphone'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863501528744936642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAIoxuo4TX0/SUCrQkNo4pI/AAAAAAAAANA/mcF687lYhsU/S220/DSCN2350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
