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...devaneios no café da tarde...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717760978489108031/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chá com Bolachas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361261000918344400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/SfSy_QGu_nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m6kgqhemIj8/S220/1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717760978489108031.post-3401878433991368856</id><published>2010-08-21T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T11:17:57.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Primeiro Relatório de Viagem :P</title><content type='html'>Relatório Completo de Viagem :PPPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falae pessoal!!! Tudo beleza??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, foi tudo bem de viagem. Meu vôo em Sampa saiu umas 20h (um pouco atrasado). Eu conheci um americano no vôo. O cara é muito gente boa e faz uma coisa muito aleatória: ele é missionário cristão na Turquia (ele converte os muçulmanos). Ele me disse que já quase foi morto. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tentei dormir no vôo. Tomei uma sleeping pill, mas toda vez que tentava dormir, o avião balançava um pouco. Mas, o vôo foi tranquilo e não teve problema nenhum (só na hora que eu tinha conseguido mesmo dormir que ele balançou um pouco mais :S). Descobri que minhas mãos soam muito quando eu fico nervoso, ahuehauheuahuehae :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei em Madrid e passei pela imigração tranquilamente. Ninguém me barrou nem me perguntou nada. Fui direto pro próximo vôo e tirei umas fotos do aeroporto, mas não cheguei a sair, porque entrei direto no portão de conexão. Nesse aeroporto, eu descobri que sei enrolar espagnol. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conheci uma brasileira de 16 anos que vai fazer intercâmbio na alemanha e não fala alemão e nem tem visto. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E uma brasileira e a mãe dela perceberam que eu era brasileiro (não me perguntem como) e, por acaso, a garota (muito boa por sinal) iria vir pro insa. Por fim, viemos juntos de taxi e estava fechado o departamento de relações internacionais. Então, só segunda pra se inscrever. De qualquer forma, a menina, que é muito boy, foi prum hotel. Ela e a mãe não querem que ela fique no mesmo prédio que eu vou ficar pq é meio, digamos assim, precário (é só um quarto e banheiro coletivo). Eu quero ver se consigo muda rpra um melhor, mas o custo é bem mais alto e está tudo lotado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhe: a aeromoça do voo entre madrid e toulous, meu deus do céu... nossa sinhorrraaaaa :PPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por fim, conheci uns brasileiros que me ajudaram a achar essa conexão (ao ar livre). O problema maior é o fuso, por enquanto. To escrevendo esse mail as 20h (e está claro ainda e muito muito muito muito quente).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que mais? A cidade é muito bonita mesmo (ainda não fui ao centro, mas fui num supermercado e no mcdonalds, que é muito melhor aqui em sabor e mais barato ==  6,40 euros o big mac completo).&lt;br /&gt;Tem uns violões tb por 100 euros. Vou ver se compro um pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, sei la. Tenho agora que fazer umas coisas burocráticas, mas tenho que esperar até segunda agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caramba, cansei de escrever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717760978489108031-3401878433991368856?l=chasembolachas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/feeds/3401878433991368856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/2010/08/primeiro-relatorio-de-viagem-p.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717760978489108031/posts/default/3401878433991368856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717760978489108031/posts/default/3401878433991368856'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;A areia fria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O céu tão grande&lt;br /&gt;O peso da imensidão na vida&lt;br /&gt;O pó soprado tão longe&lt;br /&gt;O grito de agonia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faces de areia, argila&lt;br /&gt;Levadas pelas ondas&lt;br /&gt;A vida que passa e voa&lt;br /&gt;E nunca se retoma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se choca em um redemoinho&lt;br /&gt;Cresce um ciclone de caos&lt;br /&gt;E toda a ansiedade queima o peito:&lt;br /&gt;Uma criança se vê tão velha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tateia o escuro do mar solitário&lt;br /&gt;A textura da areia e das ondas&lt;br /&gt;A vida passa e passa sempre&lt;br /&gt;E sua face se desgasta como pó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E um grito de agonia é ouvido&lt;br /&gt;Fique e não me largue nunca&lt;br /&gt;Se agarre em mim, seja em mim&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida já não é nem está&lt;br /&gt;Mar, areia, pó, argila e vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ondas de vazio tão cinzas&lt;br /&gt;A deriva tão chocante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flutuamos como vento&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717760978489108031-1370231142955233983?l=chasembolachas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/feeds/1370231142955233983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/2009/11/calossemia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717760978489108031/posts/default/1370231142955233983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717760978489108031/posts/default/1370231142955233983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/2009/11/calossemia.html' title='Calossemia'/><author><name>Chá com Bolachas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361261000918344400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/SfSy_QGu_nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m6kgqhemIj8/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717760978489108031.post-3719632640520324554</id><published>2009-10-12T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T12:58:08.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oitscoldanddarkhereyourhandsseekingminehandsandourheartsgettingcoldereverydayyestherearetimeswhenall theworldsasleepthequestionsruntodeepforsuchasimplemanyesiknowitsoundsabsurdbutcanyouhearmepleasetellmewhoiamandyoulovedandweallhavelovedbutsoyouthinkyoucanstollenandspitinmyeyessoyouthinkyoucanlove meandleavemetodienonothisisreallybadandiamsickbabyyoucantdothistomebabyidontswantyouanymorejustgottagetoutjustgottagetrightouttahereandsuddentlyiamonmyowniamallaloneeverythingisgoneandwhereismyfriendwhenineedyoumostjustgoneawaybutdespiteallthathappensihaventforgottenthefaceofmyfatherandistilltruetomyselfandthenafterallitleadsmeheretowakeupagainseekingalovethatmightmakemefeelfreeinmyselfbutthenitprovestobesomethingthathurtsinsidewhenwetouchsoimoveonilosemywayastrayimtryingtoomuchtofeelunchainedtoburnoutthissenseoffeelingcoldandeverydayiseekmypreysomeonetotasteandtoholdifeelaliveduringthesplitsecondwhentheysmileandmeetmyeyesbutIcouldcrycauseifeelbrokeninsideyeahscreaminglikethisintheholeofsincerityscreamingmeoverandoverandoverileaveyouwithphotographspicturesoftrickerystainsonthecarpetandstainsonthememorysongsabouthappinessmurmuredindreamswhenwebothofusknewhowtheendalwaysistherewerentonelasttimebeforeitwasovertherewerentonelasttimebeforetheendwejustturnedoutourbacktoeachotherandallofthissoundslikeanightmareandeverynightiwakeupscreaminghesaidyoudoneedhelpmyfriendiwhisperedobviouslyhelaidaspreadofjacksandqueensandhebademetakemypickbuteveryfaceithadyourfaceicriedoutiamsickohitsahardloadtoloveyoubabyittakesupallmytimehavingyousofamiliarlikelastlifesnurseryrhymenoidontwanttofallinlovethisloveisonlygonnabreakyourhearthaimthesunandtheherdofashynessthatscriminallyvulgarooimthesunandherdofnothinginparticularlikenightmaresordreamsiamthewakingchildithewaywardsonofamountainlakeisetmyselfonfiretobreedtheperfectelementbutistillpayingdebtstorecoverlife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this all I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717760978489108031-3719632640520324554?l=chasembolachas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/feeds/3719632640520324554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/2009/10/oitscoldanddarkhereyourhandsseekingmine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717760978489108031/posts/default/3719632640520324554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717760978489108031/posts/default/3719632640520324554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/2009/10/oitscoldanddarkhereyourhandsseekingmine.html' title=''/><author><name>Chá com Bolachas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361261000918344400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/SfSy_QGu_nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m6kgqhemIj8/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717760978489108031.post-199642880923528662</id><published>2009-08-27T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:37:55.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>27 de agosto de 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know we have to go&lt;br /&gt;I realize we always have to turn away&lt;br /&gt;Always have to go back to real lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But real lives are why we stay&lt;br /&gt;For another dream&lt;br /&gt;Another day&lt;br /&gt;For another world&lt;br /&gt;Another way&lt;br /&gt;For another way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last time before it's over&lt;br /&gt;One last time before the end&lt;br /&gt;One last time before it's time to go again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Out of this World, The Cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717760978489108031-199642880923528662?l=chasembolachas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/feeds/199642880923528662/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/2009/08/27-de-outubro-de-2005.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717760978489108031/posts/default/199642880923528662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717760978489108031/posts/default/199642880923528662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/2009/08/27-de-outubro-de-2005.html' title='27 de agosto de 2005'/><author><name>Chá com Bolachas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361261000918344400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/SfSy_QGu_nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m6kgqhemIj8/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717760978489108031.post-670711861597351287</id><published>2009-07-27T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T09:58:53.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eine kleine Nachtmusik</title><content type='html'>Minha última maluquice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning, April 4&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't found What I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;A world in white gets underway.&lt;br /&gt;It was a cold and wet December day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a sailor, I was lost at sea&lt;br /&gt;New York, like a Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;Face to face in a dry and waterless place&lt;br /&gt;See that dust cloud disappear without a trace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue-eyed boy meets a brown-eyed girl&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes as black as coal&lt;br /&gt;I was a fighter, I could turn on a thread&lt;br /&gt;And the trees are stripped bare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk On By&lt;br /&gt;Walk on through&lt;br /&gt;Walk till you run&lt;br /&gt;At a traveling show&lt;br /&gt;Like a preacher stealing hearts&lt;br /&gt;And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you want&lt;br /&gt;Money money money money money&lt;br /&gt;And you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;On New Year's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the outside when you said&lt;br /&gt;If you should ask then maybe they'd&lt;br /&gt;Stay tonight in a light&lt;br /&gt;I know I got black eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue-eyed boy meets a brown-eyed girl&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes as black as coal&lt;br /&gt;I was a fighter, I could turn on a thread&lt;br /&gt;And the trees are stripped bare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk On By&lt;br /&gt;Walk on through&lt;br /&gt;Walk till you run&lt;br /&gt;At a traveling show&lt;br /&gt;If you walkaway, walkaway&lt;br /&gt;Leave this heart of clay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the light&lt;br /&gt;And to the day&lt;br /&gt;The newspaper says, says&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe the news today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma espécie de música dadaísta usando letras do U2 do cd The Best Of 1980-1990 (foi o cd da minha infância, hahaa). Eu peguei um verso de cada música e fui montando as estrofes, tentando obedecer mais a rima do que o sentido. Acho que ficou engraçado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/Sm3rEWxmfnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/f2GsgZuQ7so/s1600-h/U2bestof19801990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/Sm3rEWxmfnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/f2GsgZuQ7so/s320/U2bestof19801990.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363201191333756530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segue as músicas que eu usei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Pride (In The Name of Love)&lt;br /&gt;2 - New Year's Day&lt;br /&gt;3 - With or Without You&lt;br /&gt;4 - I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For&lt;br /&gt;5 - Sunday Bloody Sunday&lt;br /&gt;6 - Bad&lt;br /&gt;7 - Where the Streets Have no Name&lt;br /&gt;8 - I Will Follow&lt;br /&gt;9 - The Unforgettable Fire&lt;br /&gt;10 - The Sweetest Thing&lt;br /&gt;11 - Desire&lt;br /&gt;12 - When Love Comes to Town&lt;br /&gt;13 - Angel of Harlem&lt;br /&gt;14 - All I Want is You&lt;br /&gt;15 - October (Hidden Track)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocabulário de Apoio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dadaísmo - "Embora a palavra &lt;i&gt;dada&lt;/i&gt; em francês signifique cavalo de brinquedo, sua utilização marca o &lt;i&gt;non-sense&lt;/i&gt; ou falta de sentido que pode ter a linguagem (como na língua de um bebê)." de http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dada%C3%ADsmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eine Kleine Nachtmusik - Uma pequena música noturna, em alemão... É o título da mais famosa melodia composta por Mozart, na minha opinião.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717760978489108031-670711861597351287?l=chasembolachas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/feeds/670711861597351287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/2009/07/eine-kleine-nachtmusik.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717760978489108031/posts/default/670711861597351287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717760978489108031/posts/default/670711861597351287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/2009/07/eine-kleine-nachtmusik.html' title='Eine kleine Nachtmusik'/><author><name>Chá com Bolachas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361261000918344400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/SfSy_QGu_nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m6kgqhemIj8/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/Sm3rEWxmfnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/f2GsgZuQ7so/s72-c/U2bestof19801990.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717760978489108031.post-1156199560009013318</id><published>2009-05-26T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T11:16:50.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aleatórios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desenhos'/><title type='text'>Desenhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;... Animados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de quase vinte dias sem nada postar (provas, trabalhos e trabalhos e provas e relatórios e provas, não necessariamente nessa ordem), retorno com um assunto que eu achei interessante. São os desenhos animados e suas repetições, isto é, padrões que se repetem (não sei se clichê seria a palavra apropriada para isso... alguém se habilita?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surgiu em um bandejão perdido no tempo, quando peguei uma banana e a abri (descasquei) como em um desenho! Você se lembra? Take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1) Toda banana descascada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tem 3 partes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/ShwzpsUQSYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/4zL6MLKWv-Y/s1600-h/banana_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/ShwzpsUQSYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/4zL6MLKWv-Y/s320/banana_11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340200049518332290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certo, qual a diferença?? Abri em tres partes, não em quatro, cinco ou seis (mais do que isso é descoordenação, pelo amor né?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejamos esse fenômeno (o da banana descascada em 3 cascas) nos desenhos animados famosos:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/ShxCU2_2e3I/AAAAAAAAADA/_8AAlFdsOBQ/s1600-h/Curios_George_Banana.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/ShxCU2_2e3I/AAAAAAAAADA/_8AAlFdsOBQ/s320/Curios_George_Banana.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340216184282708850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious George&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentei encontrar outras imagens de desenhos animados comendo banana, mas não encontrei nenhuma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2) Todo queijo de desenho animado é suiço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/ShxCwtlrSoI/AAAAAAAAADI/AqcUhUAXbtI/s1600-h/queijo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/ShxCwtlrSoI/AAAAAAAAADI/AqcUhUAXbtI/s320/queijo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340216662793341570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom e Jerry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3) Todo livro só abre no meio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/ShxDe9BZFJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NdmUhbfJ-e0/s1600-h/livro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/ShxDe9BZFJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NdmUhbfJ-e0/s320/livro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340217457210102930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom e Jerry em momento íntimo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4) Toda maçã é vermelha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/ShxEidyrtwI/AAAAAAAAADY/ejFGWzDZpLE/s1600-h/SnowWhite+TC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/ShxEidyrtwI/AAAAAAAAADY/ejFGWzDZpLE/s320/SnowWhite+TC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340218617058014978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Branca de Neve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5)... e às vezes vem com uma minh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/ShxFHlR6F4I/AAAAAAAAADg/wmNfE7soKUU/s1600-h/AppleAndWorm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/ShxFHlR6F4I/AAAAAAAAADg/wmNfE7soKUU/s320/AppleAndWorm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340219254723188610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oca dentro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6)... e fica sempre com essa aparência depois de comida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/ShxFoyb9lyI/AAAAAAAAADo/jC3hotP9ZoQ/s1600-h/apple_core_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 94px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/ShxFoyb9lyI/AAAAAAAAADo/jC3hotP9ZoQ/s320/apple_core_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340219825190704930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7)  Por fim, toda merda parece um mousse de chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/ShxGfU7PFLI/AAAAAAAAADw/3_GZ6xnTfx4/s1600-h/evilboy-shirts-adult-cartoon-shit.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/ShxGfU7PFLI/AAAAAAAAADw/3_GZ6xnTfx4/s320/evilboy-shirts-adult-cartoon-shit.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340220762161616050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se alguém souber de mais alguma, comenta ae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auf wiedersehen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocabulário de Apoio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Provas - Instrumento de tortura medieval utilizado pela Igreja Católica na Inquisição;&lt;br /&gt;- Abrir - Descascar  (no contexto);&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717760978489108031-1156199560009013318?l=chasembolachas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/feeds/1156199560009013318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/2009/05/desenhos.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717760978489108031/posts/default/1156199560009013318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717760978489108031/posts/default/1156199560009013318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/2009/05/desenhos.html' title='Desenhos...'/><author><name>Chá com Bolachas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361261000918344400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/SfSy_QGu_nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m6kgqhemIj8/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/ShwzpsUQSYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/4zL6MLKWv-Y/s72-c/banana_11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717760978489108031.post-8753312228415832368</id><published>2009-05-07T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:21:39.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aleatórios'/><title type='text'>Sonhos de uma noite de inverno...</title><content type='html'>Pensei em algumas crenças e conceitos sobre como aproveitar a vida em uma noite em que eu a estava aproveitando de pijamas (calça de moletom e meias nesse friozinho). Existe uma tendência um tanto quanto geral que prega o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Vou aproveitar enquanto ainda sou jovem!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, analisando friamente essa declaração, conclui um certo desprezo em relação aos nossos dias futuros. Por exemplo, vou ter um dia 30, 40, 50, 60, 70 (se der tudo certo!) e acho que essas décadas poderiam me trazer muita diversão de alguma forma. Não me imagino como um velho inútil contando as bolas de feno que passam durante toda a tarde em frente a minha casa, mas alguém ativo e divertido (vide ranzinza).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensei nas minhas possíveis evoluções (imagens com conteúdo forte e exagerado, de difícil aceitação por parte de pessoas sensíveis):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/SgOcg1i-5cI/AAAAAAAAACI/25E0ePyYN50/s1600-h/1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 141px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/SgOcg1i-5cI/AAAAAAAAACI/25E0ePyYN50/s320/1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333278471680353730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/SgOe2hJxaII/AAAAAAAAACY/1ATCyXfmM64/s1600-h/4.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/SgOe2hJxaII/AAAAAAAAACY/1ATCyXfmM64/s320/4.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333281043186280578" 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/_a-91sakSDVc/SgOd1q7oCGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_5XxEjTPpL8/s1600-h/3.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/SgOd1q7oCGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_5XxEjTPpL8/s320/3.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333279929119803490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/SgOf1QcH8XI/AAAAAAAAACg/x8ruVueNQu0/s1600-h/5.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/SgOf1QcH8XI/AAAAAAAAACg/x8ruVueNQu0/s320/5.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333282121031610738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bart Simpsons = Eu&lt;br /&gt;Elementos da soma = Exageros&lt;br /&gt;Resultado = Destino?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Clique nas imagens para aumentá-las!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém, quando eu já estava achando tudo isso extremamente assustador, surgiu algo pior ainda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/SgOhZCgESCI/AAAAAAAAACw/hING75aohZQ/s1600-h/6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 506px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/SgOhZCgESCI/AAAAAAAAACw/hING75aohZQ/s320/6.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333283835276970018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Vovó, que dentes grandes você tem!!"&lt;br /&gt;- "Clique na imagem para ver mais perto, netinha..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagem em http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#AlbumZoom.aspx?uid=5868400377711452322&amp;amp;pid=1218135275915&amp;amp;aid=1217799028$pid=1218135275915 (feita pelo Moca)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como alguém pode parecer o John Malkovich e o Heath Ledger ao mesmo tempo??? Isso é uma distorção extrema da realidade!!! Mas, aconteceu com meu amigo Pachecão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, o meio-termo é realmente difícil. A reforma ortográfica também não ajuda... A linha entre se tornar um vegetal, um louco, o capeta ou o Homer Simpsons é bem tênue... O que devemos fazer????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomem chá em uma madrugada fria pensando nisso! Gostaria que alguém me desse alguma resposta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auf wiedersehen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocabulário de Apoio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pachecão = Tiago Pacheco (não citarei nomes inteiros :P)&lt;br /&gt;- Meiotermo = meio-termo???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717760978489108031-8753312228415832368?l=chasembolachas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/feeds/8753312228415832368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-aproveitar.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717760978489108031/posts/default/8753312228415832368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717760978489108031/posts/default/8753312228415832368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-aproveitar.html' title='Sonhos de uma noite de inverno...'/><author><name>Chá com Bolachas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361261000918344400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/SfSy_QGu_nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m6kgqhemIj8/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/SgOcg1i-5cI/AAAAAAAAACI/25E0ePyYN50/s72-c/1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717760978489108031.post-7546589350701290704</id><published>2009-05-03T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:57:06.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sinestésicos'/><title type='text'>O outono, o chá e as músicas tristes - sensações</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(...use de preferência à noite...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;I am on my own..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/Sf4lIcUpejI/AAAAAAAAACA/0A7qPadD8IY/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/Sf4lIcUpejI/AAAAAAAAACA/0A7qPadD8IY/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331739835825224242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;"...I am all alone..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/Sf4kuxWSydI/AAAAAAAAABw/gzolFcWC_w4/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/Sf4kuxWSydI/AAAAAAAAABw/gzolFcWC_w4/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331739394792671698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;"...Everything is gone..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/Sf4km8T16cI/AAAAAAAAABo/7_1uNo0qF80/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/Sf4km8T16cI/AAAAAAAAABo/7_1uNo0qF80/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331739260296227266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Stuck forever here..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/Sf4k_3r480I/AAAAAAAAAB4/tvehCOSA26w/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/Sf4k_3r480I/AAAAAAAAAB4/tvehCOSA26w/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331739688551641922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;...Already cold..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relicário de Apoio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Iter Impius, Pain Of Salvation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717760978489108031-7546589350701290704?l=chasembolachas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/feeds/7546589350701290704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-outono-o-cha-e-as-musicas-tristes.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717760978489108031/posts/default/7546589350701290704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717760978489108031/posts/default/7546589350701290704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-outono-o-cha-e-as-musicas-tristes.html' title='O outono, o chá e as músicas tristes - sensações'/><author><name>Chá com Bolachas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361261000918344400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/SfSy_QGu_nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m6kgqhemIj8/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/Sf4lIcUpejI/AAAAAAAAACA/0A7qPadD8IY/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717760978489108031.post-8000925234069999689</id><published>2009-05-02T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:11:30.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Alemão e o Krakatoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;... e o Krakatoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como disse em um post abaixo, eu tinha escrito esse post inteiro, mas o firefox travou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrr!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como eu comecei isso mesmo????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A é!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krakatoa foi uma ilha com um vulcão enorme, colossal e gigantesco (tudo ao mesmo tempo, hahaha). No distante inverno 1983 (27 de agosto de 1883), esse boi ae explodiu deixando um filho (chamado Anak Krakatoa), um registro de maior explosão vulcânica da história moderna e um saldo de mortos de aproximadamente 36.000 pessoas. Fatos notáveis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/SfxscjlUumI/AAAAAAAAABQ/oKz6o71EJRU/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/SfxscjlUumI/AAAAAAAAABQ/oKz6o71EJRU/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331255296743750242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- A explosão foi ouvida até 5000 km de distância (em uma ilha na costa africana chamada Rodriguez, perto das Ilhas Maurício);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A intensidade da explosão foi equivalente a 13.000 vezes a energia liberada pela Little Boy (bomba atômica que jogaram em Hiroshima para mostrar que tinham algo desse porte, na Segunda Guerra);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- As cinzas da explosão foram lançadas a 80 Km de altura, barômetros registraram a pressão da explosão por 5 dias consecutivos e o som da explosão reverberou no planeta por sete dias (O.O);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagem retirada de http://www.curragh-labs.org/blog/?p=1106&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como o post está ficando extenso, vou explicar o porque de falar sobre o Krakatoa... Em uma edição da revista Ciência Hoje (postar aqui o número, ano e coisas do gênero), li uma matéria sobre extinções em massa e, discutindo com meu amigo Torto, lembrei desse monstrengo ae. E como o assunto em voga são pandemias e finais dos tempos em 2012, quis postar algo do gênero ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, Krakatoa no idioma indonésio é Krakatau (mesmo som emitido pela Caipora do Castelo Ratimbum e pela Cacatua)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/SfxuBAYsZcI/AAAAAAAAABY/9aZmtTu-ck0/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/SfxuBAYsZcI/AAAAAAAAABY/9aZmtTu-ck0/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331257022462322114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/SfxuN5yx2wI/AAAAAAAAABg/TBOoIEagKLg/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/SfxuN5yx2wI/AAAAAAAAABg/TBOoIEagKLg/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331257244030982914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caipora (Patrícia Gaspar), Nino (Cássio Scapin) e Sra Sulphurea (a Cacatua)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figuras de http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aX4wUjZqEhY e http://www.avifaunafree.com/avifaunafree.com/page%20%20congiu/cacatua%20sulfurea/pag%20cacatua%20sulfureo.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auf wiedersehen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocabulário de Apoio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Esse boi ae -  referência a algo grande, por exemplo, esse pernilongo ae é mais um boi do que um pernilongo;&lt;br /&gt;- Anak Krakatoa - filho do Krakatoa;&lt;br /&gt;- Barômetro - dispositivo que mede a pressão atmosférica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saiba mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Krakatoa;&lt;br /&gt;- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cockatoo&lt;br /&gt;- http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Castelo_R%C3%A1-Tim-Bum;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717760978489108031-8000925234069999689?l=chasembolachas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/feeds/8000925234069999689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-alemao-e-o-krakatoa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717760978489108031/posts/default/8000925234069999689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717760978489108031/posts/default/8000925234069999689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-alemao-e-o-krakatoa.html' title='O Alemão e o Krakatoa'/><author><name>Chá com Bolachas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361261000918344400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/SfSy_QGu_nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m6kgqhemIj8/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/SfxscjlUumI/AAAAAAAAABQ/oKz6o71EJRU/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717760978489108031.post-6129754371615457833</id><published>2009-04-29T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:16:31.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Alemão e o Krakatoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O Alemão&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, vamos lá, mais uma vez... Como eu comecei isso mesmo????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A é!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico impressionado com a minha incapacidade em aprender alemão (língua). Talvez se eu estudasse mais ao invés de ficar escrevendo inutilidades... hmmm.... nããããõo, deixa pra lá!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mas, uma coisa me deixou mais impressionado ainda. Take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/SfkUb8JFPWI/AAAAAAAAABI/_2kmJUA6bcc/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/SfkUb8JFPWI/AAAAAAAAABI/_2kmJUA6bcc/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330314104202935650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Verbo em Alemão          Equivalente em Português&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reden------------ Falar&lt;br /&gt;Einreden                --------- Sugerir, manipular&lt;br /&gt;Überreden                                  ------- Persuadir&lt;br /&gt;Berreden                                        ---------Falar sobre algo, discutir&lt;br /&gt;Ausreden                                        ---------Dissuadir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagem obtida de google images (:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, não é o Homer Simpson ensinando algo que me deixou impressionado. Nem minha preguiça de pegar o link correto da imagem. Na verdade, se você é um bom observador, a tabela está cheia de "reden"s!!! O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leia atentamente e você perceberá!!! Parece ilusão de ótica, mas é verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dãããããããppp!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É pessoal, coloquei a corda no meu pescoço... Quero ver eu conseguir tirar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auf wiedersehen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocabulário de apoio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tabela do post está cheio de vocabulário. Se você quiser começar a aprender alemão, soca a bota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Soca a bota = Manda a ver = Faça! = Comece! = ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Take a Look = Dá um zóio - Dá uma olhadinha = Veja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ilusão de ótica = efeito que engana nossa percepção de determinadas imagens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Auf wiedersehen! = Até mais ver! - Até logo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717760978489108031-6129754371615457833?l=chasembolachas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/feeds/6129754371615457833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-alemao-e-o-krakatoa.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717760978489108031/posts/default/6129754371615457833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717760978489108031/posts/default/6129754371615457833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-alemao-e-o-krakatoa.html' title='O Alemão e o Krakatoa'/><author><name>Chá com Bolachas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361261000918344400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/SfSy_QGu_nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m6kgqhemIj8/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/SfkUb8JFPWI/AAAAAAAAABI/_2kmJUA6bcc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717760978489108031.post-1004038159128329564</id><published>2009-04-29T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:52:36.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maldito Firefox!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Tinha escrito um post inteiro e essa m... travou!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717760978489108031-1004038159128329564?l=chasembolachas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/feeds/1004038159128329564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/2009/04/maldito-firefox.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717760978489108031/posts/default/1004038159128329564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717760978489108031/posts/default/1004038159128329564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/2009/04/maldito-firefox.html' title='Maldito Firefox!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Chá com Bolachas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361261000918344400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/SfSy_QGu_nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m6kgqhemIj8/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717760978489108031.post-1996580769827046891</id><published>2009-04-26T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:03:44.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Impertinente I</title><content type='html'>Meu amigo Torto, vulgo Evandro, me perguntou porque diabos eu fiz um blog no UOL ao invés no Google. A princípio fiquei um tanto surpreso quanto a indagação e, até mesmo, incomodado. Fiquei a me remoer por dias e dias sobre o motivo até concluir que o motivo era simplesmente não ter pensado nisso! Foi instantaneo: "Quero fazer um blog". Entrei no GOOGLE e digitei blog. Apareceu UOL BLOGS! Obaa!!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Façam isso em casa crianças. Digitem blog em www.google.com e Estou com Sorte! Sorte da UOL no caso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por fim, acabei mudando e, cá estou! Porém tive que trazer os comentários do meu primeiro, único e último post do anterior (censurados). Guitarrrr:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;input name="postCommentId" value="2009_04-25_02_59_12-137347707-0.1" type="hidden"&gt;            &lt;span class="g" id="commentAutor"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Olga]&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Aháá!! Primeira a comentar! \o/  Eiei Sr. Ogro Muito boa idéia compartilhar seus aleatórios pensamentos virtualmente! Acompanharei o seu blog le le religiosamente! =P  Bjuta saudoso e até breve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;input name="postCommentId" value="2009_04-25_02_59_12-137347707-0.2" type="hidden"&gt;            &lt;span class="g" id="commentAutor"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Olga]&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Que chato, não tem quebra de linha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;input name="postCommentId" value="2009_04-25_02_59_12-137347707-0.3" type="hidden"&gt;            &lt;span class="g" id="commentAutor"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Torto]&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;[pelicano@correios.net.br]&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;[http://filtroacademico.blogspot.com/]&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Como disse a Olga, ótima idéia compartilhar pensamentos aleatórios ;) O engraçado que quando li não parecia que era vc que estava falando uhauha (isso acontece no meu blog tb). Quanto ao limão siciliano, eu jah comprei uma vez (no pão de açúcar) pra fazer caipirinha mas nem lembro do gosto, o melhor limão na minha opinião é o Tahiti... abrasss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;input name="postCommentId" value="2009_04-25_02_59_12-137347707-0.4" type="hidden"&gt;            &lt;span class="g" id="commentAutor"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[leo]&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;mto bom mto bom... comentários inteligentes com um pouco de humor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valeu pela atenção!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocabulário de Apoio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Impertinente - Algo que enche o saco&lt;br /&gt;- Algo que enche o saco - Algo que incomoda&lt;br /&gt;- Guitarrrr - Grito emitido pelo vocalista do The Darkness introduzino o segundo solo de guitarra da música I believe in a thing called love&lt;br /&gt;- Google - http://desciclo.pedia.ws/wiki/Google&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717760978489108031-1996580769827046891?l=chasembolachas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/feeds/1996580769827046891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/2009/04/post-impertinente-i.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717760978489108031/posts/default/1996580769827046891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7717760978489108031/posts/default/1996580769827046891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasembolachas.blogspot.com/2009/04/post-impertinente-i.html' title='Post Impertinente I'/><author><name>Chá com Bolachas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361261000918344400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-91sakSDVc/SfSy_QGu_nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m6kgqhemIj8/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717760978489108031.post-4735668608191985561</id><published>2009-04-26T11:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:22:15.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Two Beginnings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pois é, fazendo um blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nunca pensei que iria começar a escrever coisas na internet sobre mim ou coisas que eu penso... Mas, é um caminho legal que eu agora quero tentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Meu objetivo é falar sobre tudo, desde coisas viajantes e inusitadas até assuntos sérios, ou mesmo sensações diárias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Por exemplo, nesse momento estou fazendo um chá de limão siciliano. Alguém ai já viu um limão siciliano??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chá de saquinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Folhas e brotos de chá verde (Camelia sinensis) e aroma idêntico ao natural de limão siciliano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Não contém corantes ou conservantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Não contém glúten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ahá!!!!!! Estou sendo engabelado pela Multiervas!!! É um chá verde com gosto de limão!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Na verdade, acho que é normal ser emgabelado nowadays. Muitos produtos fingem ser algo que não são e muitas outras coisas e pessoas também (hehehe, não sendo pessimista, mas viajante)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ei-lo, Sir Siciliano, o Limão:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://chacombolachas.zip.net/images/1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Imagem de http://blogdovinicius.folha.blog.uol.com.br/cozinhaliberal/. Ele discorre um pouco sobre o limão europeu ser o limão siciliano. Cuidado com receiteas européias pessoal! Não é qualquer limão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Encerrarei com a justificativa do título. É uma música do Pain of Salvation (wwwpontopainofsalvationpontocom). Começo de um álbum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Citarei o último verso: "...finding out at last that freedom is a state of mind..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's all, Folks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vocabulário de  Apoio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Emgabelar = Enganbelar = Enganar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contém Glúten&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Depois de postar algo construtivo sobre o limão siciliano, encuquei com os dizeres "Não Contém Glúten". Sempre li isso em embalagens e nunca soube (preguiça de ir atraz).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bom, nowadays temos a wikipedia que ajuda muito nesse tipo de coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"O &lt;strong&gt;Glúten&lt;/strong&gt; é uma &lt;a title="Proteína" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prote%C3%ADna"&gt;proteína&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Amorfa" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amorfa"&gt;amorfa&lt;/a&gt; que se encontra na &lt;a title="Semente" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Semente"&gt;semente&lt;/a&gt; de muitos &lt;a title="Cereal" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cereal"&gt;cereais&lt;/a&gt; combinada com o &lt;a title="Amido" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amido"&gt;amido&lt;/a&gt;. Representa 80% das proteínas do trigo&lt;strong&gt;..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Legal! Mas, qual o problema com ele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- "&lt;/strong&gt;As pessoas portadoras de &lt;a title="Doença celíaca" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doen%C3%A7a_cel%C3%ADaca"&gt;doença celíaca&lt;/a&gt; têm uma hipersensibilidade ao glúten.".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- " Outra manifestação de intolerância é a presença de lesões na pele chamada &lt;a title="Dermatite herpetiforme" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dermatite_herpetiforme"&gt;dermatite herpetiforme&lt;/a&gt;.".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- "Os &lt;a title="Autismo" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Autismo"&gt;autistas&lt;/a&gt; podem ser sensíveis ao glúten e à &lt;a title="Caseína" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Case%C3%ADna"&gt;caseína&lt;/a&gt; (uma proteína presente no &lt;a title="Leite" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leite"&gt;leite&lt;/a&gt;). Ambas as substâncias parecem ter um efeito &lt;a title="Ópio" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%93pio"&gt;opiáceo&lt;/a&gt; nestes indivíduos.". Obs: que massa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- "Foi comprovado que quando ingerido em excesso, o glúten causa diminuição da produção da &lt;a title="Serotonina" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serotonina"&gt;serotonina&lt;/a&gt;, o que leva a um quadro de &lt;a title="Depressão nervosa" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Depress%C3%A3o_nervosa"&gt;depressão&lt;/a&gt;.". Obs: Coma chocolate que ajuda. O problema é o peso, pois comer massa de trigo e chocolate, já viu né! Ou uma coisa ou outra :P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 357px; height: 132px;" src="http://chacombolachas.zip.net/images/1.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Não tentem compensar a tristeza do café da tarde com chocolate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fonte: http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gl%C3%BAten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Existe outra substância polêmica chamada Glutamato Monossódico, que é um sal de sódio. Está popularmente associado a algumas doenças, como Alzheimer e Câncer quando ingerido acima da dose diária (embora não comprovado cientificamente). Tem uma doença de apelido engraçado que é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Chinese restaurant syndrome, que ocorre em pessoas com intolerância ao sal. Apesar disso, ao que parece, está bastante associado ao efeito placebo (pessoas que acreditam que isso faz mal, realmente passam mal), mas não existe um estudo conclusivo sobre isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://chacombolachas.zip.net/images/2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sal temperado Fondor da Nestlé contém Glutamato Monossódico, mas nunca me fez mal (tem gente que não gosta).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Informação deliciosa se você é um paranóico!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fonte: http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glutamato_monoss%C3%B3dico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's All, Folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vocabulário de  Apoio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Nowadays = Hoje em dia (:P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's All, Folks! = Isso é tudo, pessoal! 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