<?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-5111720</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:01:24.963-07:00</updated><category term='halloween'/><category term='umbuzeiro'/><category term='eletromagnéticas'/><category term='repelente'/><category term='velocidade'/><category term='trânsito'/><category term='cuca'/><category term='bahia'/><category term='umbu'/><category term='ondas'/><category term='contos de fada'/><category term='baygon'/><category term='bombril'/><category term='sertão'/><category term='simpsons'/><category term='bicho-papão'/><category term='projeto'/><category term='chapeuzinho'/><category term='mula-sem-cabeça'/><category term='sereia'/><category term='tônico'/><category term='muriçoca'/><category term='mosquito'/><category term='adormecida'/><category term='hulk'/><category term='ciência'/><category term='homem-radioativo'/><category term='pica-pau maluco'/><category term='pateta'/><title type='text'>A Insuportável Chateza do Ser</title><subtitle type='html'>De tang de laranja a fanta de maçã - água suja ou pura esculhambação? Um estudo filosófico-especulativo sobre o nada - e palpite até em final de novela.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dadoapavorado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876962002719252639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/Sbs-Ac1xSlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Dpkvik7QEOo/S220/eduardo_chapolim.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111720.post-1087624404236014533</id><published>2010-06-12T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T08:03:55.031-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bahia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sertão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='umbuzeiro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='umbu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projeto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciência'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;DA CIÊNCIA [E SUAS DESCOBERTAS QUE TODO MUNDO JÁ SABE...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Agora é oficial: a folha do umbu tem o mesmo gosto do umbu. A ciência respondeu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/TBOg39JkrOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/mZTbdsViFPA/s1600/umbu-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/TBOg39JkrOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/mZTbdsViFPA/s200/umbu-12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481902054607989986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; sempre se perguntaram: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"que gosto tem uma folha de umbu?"&lt;/span&gt;.  Nunca se soube&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Afinal, ao inv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;és de comer folhas, o caboclo sempre optou por comer o próprio umbu. A fruta ao invés de folha. Essa  teimosia resoluta dos norde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;stinos sempre obstaculizou a certeza da resposta. Após anos de tormentosa indagação, o mistério foi desvendado graças a uma equipe de brilhantes jovens cientistas da UFBA, capitaneadas pelo expoente máximo da farmácia, meu primo, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Márcio Faísca&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para levar a cabo o audacioso projeto foi preciso primeiro estabelecer um método. Uma das possibilidades seria perguntar para uma vaca &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[ou qualquer herbívoro]&lt;/span&gt; qual o gosto da citada folha. Um dos notáveis membros da equipe, porém, objetou que vacas não falam - ao que todos concordaram por unanimidade, constando inclusive em ata essa observação para futuros debates, com toda transparência que as empreitadas públicas exigem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A equipe não se abateu por essa primeira derrota: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a ciência os impelia&lt;/span&gt;. Optou-se pelo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plano B: o método empírico&lt;/span&gt;. Quando o poderoso cérebro de nossos homens da ciência não consegue emular as respostas pela abstração, a prática dirá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para dar cabo de tal empreitada, o intrépido cientista Márcio [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meu primo, que conste em ata mais uma vez, para orgulho da família]&lt;/span&gt; candidatou-se como &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;voluntário&lt;/span&gt;. Foi feito um projeto, aprovado pelas comissões competentes. Conseguiu-se financiamento. Conseguiu-se carimbos e protocolos. Uma lotação com motorista  foi posta à disposição para levar a equipe de notáveis - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;em horário comercial, claro, já que a ciência também sofre com a parcimônia de recursos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submetidas a uma jornada de duas horas de viagem &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- cheia de perigos e buracos e quebra-molas -&lt;/span&gt; pelo sertão da Bahia, saindo do planalto da Conquista, chegaram a Contendas do Sincorá. E, após comer umas duas folhas de um umbuzeiro&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, o laureado cientista &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[meu primo]&lt;/span&gt; constatou: a porra da &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;folha do umbuzeiro tem gosto de umbu&lt;/span&gt;. Foi o júbilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;[1] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Em tempo: &lt;/span&gt;após a publicação do artigo científico, descobriu-se que algumas pessoas já tinham comido, informalmente, a folha do umbu. Tal constatação contraria a lógica. A árvore do umbuzeiro usa as folhas para captar energia do sol, através da clorofila. Para proteger a folha, bolou admirável estratagema: criou o fruto do umbu. Assim, pode repassar energia aos animais protegendo suas folhas. Não contava, porém, com a recalcitrância dos outros seres que, ao invés de comer o fruto, acabam comendo as folhas. Acredito que no futuro, a seleção natural irá  cuidar de criar umbuzeiros com manual de instrução, explicando que se ela dá umbu, é para comer o umbu e não as folhas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2] Umbuzeiro é a árvore que dá umbu. Há projeto de lei da prefeitura propondo o tombamento da umbuzeiro que serviu de teste para a incrível descoberta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5111720-1087624404236014533?l=chatear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/feeds/1087624404236014533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111720&amp;postID=1087624404236014533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/1087624404236014533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/1087624404236014533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/2010/06/da-ciencia-e-suas-descobertas-que-todo.html' title=''/><author><name>dadoapavorado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876962002719252639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/Sbs-Ac1xSlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Dpkvik7QEOo/S220/eduardo_chapolim.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/TBOg39JkrOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/mZTbdsViFPA/s72-c/umbu-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111720.post-4840065407339032958</id><published>2010-05-31T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T19:44:22.066-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hulk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simpsons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eletromagnéticas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ondas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homem-radioativo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O TERROR DAS ONDAS ELETROMAGNÉTICAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/TAPVSKNeOSI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ISl17pPW-g4/s1600/StrangeloveRipper1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/TAPVcPwstCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/nzjWGLj7iHE/s1600/StrangeloveRipper1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/TAPVcPwstCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/nzjWGLj7iHE/s400/StrangeloveRipper1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477456253056496674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_FichaFilme_TabPanelcriticas_rptcritica_ctl00_lbl_texto" &gt;"o General Jack D. Ripper (referência a Jack, o Estripador) é um homem paranóico. Ele acredita em uma conspiração comunista que visa a adição de flúor às águas americanas. Por isso, ele toma extremo cuidado com o que bebe, a fim de preservar seus `&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;preciosos fluidos corporais&lt;/span&gt;`. Cada vez mais perturbado, o sujeito ordena um ataque nuclear à União Soviética - ataque este que só pode ser cancelado usando-se um determinado código que só o próprio General conhece.&lt;/span&gt;" -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pablo Villaça,  1998.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;"A ignorância é sublime" - Cypher, Matrix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não consigo dormir direito. Vivo angustiado. Aflito. Roendo as unhas. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O motivo: as ondas eletromagnéticas&lt;/span&gt;. Vi um documentário na televisão. Estamos inundados dessa terrível força.  A todo momento bombardeados. Ela está nos controles remotos, está nas rádios, nos celulares. Está no sol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raios-X&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;raios-gama&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;raios-ultravioleta&lt;/span&gt;, tem para todos os gostos. Que males elas farão a nós? Quais as terríveis consequências dessa exposição? Sim, sabemos qual o efeito que a radiação da explosão de uma bomba atômica provoca: viramos o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;homem-radioativo&lt;/span&gt;. Mais fortes, mais rápidos&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;. Expandindo o espectro,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;raios gama&lt;/span&gt; fazem você ficar verde e gigante quando estiver com raiva&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;[2]&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eles também podem fazer mal. Eu tenho um primo que ficou meio retardado por ter usado muito o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;microondas&lt;/span&gt; para esquentar comida &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[malditas microondas!]&lt;/span&gt;. E as notas baixas do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enem&lt;/span&gt;? Sempre usamos a má-qualidade do ensino como bode expiatório, mas agora sabemos que podem ser as ondas eletromagnéticas emitidas pelo celular as verdadeiras responsáveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[1] &lt;a href="http://100porcentosimpsons.blogspot.com/2008/11/homem-radioativo.html"&gt;Os Simpsons: episódio do homem-radioativo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[2] &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3J0g-zHQyA"&gt;O Hulk. Criado a partir da explosão de uma bomba gama.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5111720-4840065407339032958?l=chatear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/feeds/4840065407339032958/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111720&amp;postID=4840065407339032958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/4840065407339032958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/4840065407339032958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-terror-das-ondas-eletromagneticas-o.html' title=''/><author><name>dadoapavorado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876962002719252639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/Sbs-Ac1xSlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Dpkvik7QEOo/S220/eduardo_chapolim.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/TAPVcPwstCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/nzjWGLj7iHE/s72-c/StrangeloveRipper1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111720.post-297797103627109675</id><published>2010-05-30T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T15:02:44.476-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mosquito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bombril'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baygon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muriçoca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tônico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='repelente'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REPELENTE OU TÔNICO PARA MURIÇOCA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/TALfEnD4WjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Y8IcArHxWFU/s1600/BaygonCockroachKiller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/TALfEnD4WjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Y8IcArHxWFU/s200/BaygonCockroachKiller.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477185367133674034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Comprei um repelente da Bombril. Que decepção. Ele é tão ineficiente que, além de não matar, acho que funciona como &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tônico para muriçoca&lt;/span&gt;. Sério, fora de brincadeira. Mais barato, comprei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Perdi dinheiro. Com ele eu tenho que dar várias baforadas para espantar os mosquitos. Pior, percebi que eles estavam ficando até mais fortinhos, corados. Acho que teve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;até &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;uma muriçoca que viciou no produto. Toda noite ela aparece para tomar um pouco do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;spray...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah, eu devia ter ouvido minha vó: para matar baratas e insetos, e até gente, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;use Baygon&lt;/span&gt;. Ele é a bazuca dos repelentes. É como se você fosse matar mosquitos com lança-mísseis. Você sente que o bicho funciona. Quando dá uma baforada, a muriçoca cai na hora. As plantas do quarto murcham. O bicho é tão forte, que você sente que perdeu 03 anos de sua vida ao inalar. Imagine o que ele não faz com uma muriçoca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5111720-297797103627109675?l=chatear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/feeds/297797103627109675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111720&amp;postID=297797103627109675&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/297797103627109675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/297797103627109675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/2010/05/repelente-ou-tonico-para-muricoca.html' title=''/><author><name>dadoapavorado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876962002719252639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/Sbs-Ac1xSlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Dpkvik7QEOo/S220/eduardo_chapolim.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/TALfEnD4WjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Y8IcArHxWFU/s72-c/BaygonCockroachKiller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111720.post-3275304069359104550</id><published>2010-05-27T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T13:38:32.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='velocidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pateta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trânsito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pica-pau maluco'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/S_7UOwwGUDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/TQNgBsyKhvw/s1600/SINAL+VERDE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/S_7UOwwGUDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/TQNgBsyKhvw/s200/SINAL+VERDE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476047546999001138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO TRÂNSITO [e outras coisas mais...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu. Sujeito de pouca fé. Pelo menos, me sinto assim quando estou no trânsito. As vezes sou descrente em certos milagres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O cidadão vem voando, no chão - e nunca se viu uma metáfora caber tanto. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100, 120, 150 km&lt;/span&gt; por hora. As leis do trânsito não significam nada para ele - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;afinal, há limites de velocida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;. As leis da física não significam nada para ele - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;afinal, há limites para a velocidade da luz&lt;/span&gt;. Sim, ele está voando. E ele simplesmente buzina. Buzina. Como se os carros fossem desaparecer magicamente, e ele pudesse continuar a 180 por hora. Como se fosse a buzina do Chapolim* [a corneta paralisadora]. Ele buzina, e tudo para. Ah, eu preciso ter mais fé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/S_7XeaE6qFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/FkgXf8TRz7o/s1600/Cornetaparalisadora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/S_7XeaE6qFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/FkgXf8TRz7o/s320/Cornetaparalisadora.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476051114325092434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para aprender a dirigir, é preciso desaprender. Desaprender o significado das coisas. Ou melhor, reaprender. É como aprender a caminhar novamente, só que da maneira inversa&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Entendeu? Não? Nem eu, ainda - pelo menos não completamente. Mas eu tento explicar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na prática, você precisa reaprender que:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sinal amarelo = "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vai que dá. Acelera!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sinal vermelho = sinal verde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Faixa de pedestres = + 1.000 de bônus se acertar o pedestre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pisca-pisca = ao invés de indicar para onde se vai dobrar, significa "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ei, você viu que eu dobrei a curva?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;80 km/h = velocidade máxima permitida 180 km/h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Proibido ultrapassar = "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ultrapasse!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PARE = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"tá esperando o que?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;___________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IceF6GAXInw"&gt;Chapolim e a corneta paralisadora&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PM3JohDb2cI"&gt;Pica-pau biruta: o rachador&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cfnrHz_gM20"&gt;Pateta: o rei do volante &lt;/a&gt;[eu conheço gente que fica assim...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5111720-3275304069359104550?l=chatear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/feeds/3275304069359104550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111720&amp;postID=3275304069359104550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/3275304069359104550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/3275304069359104550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu.html' title=''/><author><name>dadoapavorado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876962002719252639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/Sbs-Ac1xSlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Dpkvik7QEOo/S220/eduardo_chapolim.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/S_7UOwwGUDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/TQNgBsyKhvw/s72-c/SINAL+VERDE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111720.post-1838789788914084905</id><published>2009-09-30T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T07:27:06.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SsNmxBhx_iI/AAAAAAAAAGc/zhqIiWeljoA/s1600-h/Livro+de+Receitas+Twitter+-+por+t%C3%BAlio+g%C3%BAlio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SsNmxBhx_iI/AAAAAAAAAGc/zhqIiWeljoA/s200/Livro+de+Receitas+Twitter+-+por+t%C3%BAlio+g%C3%BAlio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387262571674992162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;MANUAL DO TWITTEIRO (por Túlio Gúlio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finalmente! Acaba de ser lançado pela Editora Gambu Publications o livro &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MANUAL DO TWITTEIRO (ou a história que vivi)&lt;/span&gt;, do autor Túlio Gúlio. Repleto de dicas e conselhos, o livro serve tanto para iniciantes quanto para usuários para experientes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Conhecido como &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"o maior twitteiro do Brasil"&lt;/span&gt;, o autor usa toda sua maturidade intelectual para passar sua experiência profissional nessa nova mídia social, numa emocionante l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ição de vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Além de muitas informações, traz uma seleção das melhores &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"twittadas" &lt;/span&gt;de Túlio Gúlio, aquelas que fizeram o maior sucesso, tais quais: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"tem gente que se esquece do futuro"&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"queria ser uma taturana para voar na flor"&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"as pessoas não querem mais amar por causa do dinheiro"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficha Completa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1ª Edição, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Túlio Gúlio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Editora Gambu Publications&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preço:&lt;/span&gt; R$ 154, 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para segui-lo no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;twitter: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/marcostrp"&gt;http://twitter.com/marcostrp&lt;/a&gt;&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/5111720-1838789788914084905?l=chatear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/feeds/1838789788914084905/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111720&amp;postID=1838789788914084905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/1838789788914084905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/1838789788914084905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/2009/09/manual-do-twitteiro-por-tulio-gulio_30.html' title=''/><author><name>dadoapavorado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876962002719252639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/Sbs-Ac1xSlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Dpkvik7QEOo/S220/eduardo_chapolim.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SsNmxBhx_iI/AAAAAAAAAGc/zhqIiWeljoA/s72-c/Livro+de+Receitas+Twitter+-+por+t%C3%BAlio+g%C3%BAlio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111720.post-812509318303490666</id><published>2009-09-27T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T08:45:46.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEORIA DA CRIAÇÃO ESPONTÂNEA DA VIDA (texto II - da criação das coisas)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386173373417700546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/Sr-IJV06vMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7zYLEQbfFjc/s400/aparecimento+espont%C3%A2neo+das+coisas2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A ciência pode comemorar: anuncio que estamos perto de criar vida espontaneamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O projeto vem sendo conduzido com algum sucesso no meu apartamento, e conta com a coloboração de toda a equipe: eu, meu irmão e João Bahia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A experiência é simples: recriamos a sopa primordial, onde se acredita que tenha surgido a vida na terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para isso, deixamos durante seis meses a pia sem esvaziar - a maldita boca só esvazia a água se alguém ficar segurando. Continuando, jogamos todo tipo de detrito e restos de comida e material orgânico - já vi até caroço de azeitona lá, e outras coisas que o coração humano não deveria ser obrigado a conhecer, coisas que deveriam ficar ocultas nas sombras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Acredito que estamos chegando perto. A "sopa primordial" já faz até um barulho esquisito. Talvez tenhamos conseguido criar vida em laboratório, na cozinha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5111720-812509318303490666?l=chatear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/feeds/812509318303490666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111720&amp;postID=812509318303490666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/812509318303490666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/812509318303490666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/2009/09/teoria-da-criacao-espontanea-da-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>dadoapavorado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876962002719252639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/Sbs-Ac1xSlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Dpkvik7QEOo/S220/eduardo_chapolim.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/Sr-IJV06vMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7zYLEQbfFjc/s72-c/aparecimento+espont%C3%A2neo+das+coisas2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111720.post-7594380103564960311</id><published>2009-09-15T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T08:17:38.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEORIA DO DESAPARECIMENTO INSTANTÂNEO DAS COISAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386165558382964066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/Sr-BCcjcLWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/94zzL5ub8iM/s400/desaparecimento+espont%C3%A2neo+das+coisas.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Meu irmão tem uma teoria particulamente curiosa: ele acredita no desaparecimento espontâneo das coisas. Uma propriedade física existente na matéria. Como se as coisas simplesmente sumissem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dotado de um arguto espírito científico, ele resolveu por em prática sua teoria. Deixou por dois meses os restos de comida numa panela (acho que um pedaço de palmito - depois de um tempo não era mais possível identificar), sem lavar. Como se alguém fosse fazer isso. Uns diriam que é imundíce, descaso. Hoje, acho que é preço da ciência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem, dia após dia o palmito ficou ali em cima da pia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No começo eu não dei muita bola. Fiquei indignado. &lt;em&gt;"Tolice!". "Bobagem!".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  "As coisas não desaparecem"&lt;/em&gt;.  Mas tamanha era a convicção do meu irmão de que a panela suja simplesmente ficaria ali até sumir, que isso foi me contaminando. Me peguei olhando para ver se isso era possível. Meio que escondido, meio cabreiro. Dia a dia. E essa crença me arrebatou. Como num filme do Shyamalan, comecei a acreditar que realmente desapareceria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não é que um dia sumiu?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Óbvio, a seriedade do experimento foi comprometida. Não temos provas convincentes, pois não vimos desaparecer. E essa parece ser outra propriedade das coisas que somem: elas nunca somem quando estamos olhando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5111720-7594380103564960311?l=chatear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/feeds/7594380103564960311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111720&amp;postID=7594380103564960311&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/7594380103564960311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/7594380103564960311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/2009/09/teoria-do-desaparecimento-espontaneo.html' title=''/><author><name>dadoapavorado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876962002719252639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/Sbs-Ac1xSlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Dpkvik7QEOo/S220/eduardo_chapolim.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/Sr-BCcjcLWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/94zzL5ub8iM/s72-c/desaparecimento+espont%C3%A2neo+das+coisas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111720.post-8243859698020120330</id><published>2009-08-20T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:53:56.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TOP 5 - A TRILHA DE NOVELA DE AMOR MAIS PERFEITA DE TODOS OS TEMPOS (NACIONAL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/So2VXsgjf6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Kg0xJRBFJI4/s1600-h/TOP+5+-+m%C3%BAsicas+nacionais+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 100px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372114164840103842" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/So2VXsgjf6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Kg0xJRBFJI4/s400/TOP+5+-+m%C3%BAsicas+nacionais+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A escolha não foi fácil. Escolher as 5 músicas mais bonitas feitas aqui no Brasil parecia impossível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Após muita briga, discussão e reflexão, foi feita uma lista. Alguns não queriam divulgar, mas sem medo da polêmica, está aí a lista:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOP 5 - A TRILHA DE NOVELA DE AMOR MAIS PERFEITA DE TODOS OS TEMPOS (nacional)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3yM_kXr0UVc"&gt;Oceano&lt;/a&gt; - Djavan (Música tema de uma das melhores novelas já feitas, Top Model. Considerada por muitos a "november rain" brasileira. Tem o trecho: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Enfim, de tudo que há na terra, não há nada em lugar nenhum, que vá crescer sem você chegar. Longe de ti, tudo parou. (...) Amar é um deserto e seus temores. Vida que vai na sela dessas dores..."&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yTelSxYo_rk"&gt;Chão de Giz&lt;/a&gt; - Zé Ramalho (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Há tantas violetas velhas sem um colibri"&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tNe3HqZiyyw"&gt;Olhos nos Olhos&lt;/a&gt; - Chico Buarque (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Olhos nos olhos quero ver o que você diz quero ver como me suporta ver tão feliz"&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4U90X40kCy8"&gt;Como?&lt;/a&gt; - Paulo Diniz (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"o que eu quero saber é: como vou deixar você, se eu te amo..."&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLdxu0PeAGY"&gt;Detalhes&lt;/a&gt; - Roberto Carlos (Sim, sim, você já ouviu tanto essa música quando era pequeno que se acostumou, não consegue mais ver a beleza dela, mas saca só esse verso: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eu sei que esses detalhes vão sumir na longa estrada do tempo que transforma todo amor em quase nada, mas "quase" também é mais um detalhe... de vez em quando você vai lembrar de mim"&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yTULBsUPs-s"&gt;Saga de um Vaqueiro&lt;/a&gt; - Catuaba com Amendoim, composição de Rita de Cássia&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7WHL-o5tMo"&gt;Equalize&lt;/a&gt; - Pitty (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"e o timbre da sua voz, que fica me dizendo coisas tão malucas"&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xGzvcZZVsqQ"&gt;Mimar Você&lt;/a&gt; - Timbalada (aqui, no vídeo, cantada por Caetano - também foda... )&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HtaNriU0sGQ"&gt;Evidências&lt;/a&gt; - José Augusto (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"eu me afasto e me defendo de você, mas depois me entrego / faço tipo, falo coisas que eu não sou mas depois eu nego... mas a verdade é que eu sou louco por você, e tenho medo de pensar em te perder"&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9YgDmt1FoT0"&gt;Terra&lt;/a&gt; - Caetano Veloso (Essa é foda. Essa música mostra como o português é umas das línguas mais bonitas do mundo: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eu sou um leão de fogo / sem ti me consumiria, a mim mesmo eternamente / e de nada valeria acontecer de eu ser gente / e ser gente é outra alegria, diferente das estrelas...&lt;/span&gt;")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5111720-8243859698020120330?l=chatear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/feeds/8243859698020120330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111720&amp;postID=8243859698020120330&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/8243859698020120330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/8243859698020120330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/2009/08/top-5-trilha-de-novela-de-amor-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>dadoapavorado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876962002719252639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/Sbs-Ac1xSlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Dpkvik7QEOo/S220/eduardo_chapolim.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/So2VXsgjf6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Kg0xJRBFJI4/s72-c/TOP+5+-+m%C3%BAsicas+nacionais+c%C3%B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111720.post-8746675559139084959</id><published>2009-06-27T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T07:02:27.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOLIMAR (uma homenagem ao Michael Jackson)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Essa semana presenciamos um fato histórico: a morte de Michael Jackson provocou a queda do Google! Isso mostra o poder desse artista. Ao longo de sua carreira foram mais de 200 milhões de álbuns vendidos (mais de 100 milhões apenas com Thriller).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Vai o clipe aí de GOLIMAR, a versão indiana do hit thriller:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E-D9hcohusg&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;" width="320" height="265" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;______________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sempre mais do mesmo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AtyJbIOZjS8&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clipe de Thriller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Michael Jackson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMnk7lh9M3o"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Presos das Filipinas dançando Thriller!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5111720-8746675559139084959?l=chatear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/feeds/8746675559139084959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111720&amp;postID=8746675559139084959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/8746675559139084959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/8746675559139084959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/2009/06/golimar-uma-homenagem-ao-michael.html' title=''/><author><name>dadoapavorado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876962002719252639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/Sbs-Ac1xSlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Dpkvik7QEOo/S220/eduardo_chapolim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111720.post-8748413882583121171</id><published>2009-06-27T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T17:48:23.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARVADA CARNE: O CURUPIRA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Essa é uma cena do filme Marvada Carne, de 1985. Essa versão do Curupira ficou excelente. Agora, reparem que o andar do Curupira foi inspirado no Moonwalker do Michael Jackson...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q43DuJKo8Wk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q43DuJKo8Wk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;_____________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sempre mais do mesmo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7MmEMrCRfc&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;Moonwalker do Michael Jakson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aF1kVZz6ag8&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Michael Jackson dançando com um coelho doido &lt;/a&gt;(???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xKBLxh3u0tM"&gt;Melhores movimentos de dança do Michael Jackson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q43DuJKo8Wk"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5111720-8748413882583121171?l=chatear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/feeds/8748413882583121171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111720&amp;postID=8748413882583121171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/8748413882583121171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/8748413882583121171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/2009/06/marvada-carne-o-curupira-essa-e-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>dadoapavorado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876962002719252639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/Sbs-Ac1xSlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Dpkvik7QEOo/S220/eduardo_chapolim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111720.post-9109174194085042904</id><published>2009-06-19T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T10:38:24.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIM DO MUNDO: SERÁ O FIM DA ODISSÉIA HUMANA NA TERRA? (OU A VOLTA DE DOM SEBASTIÃO)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349272989162021026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 100px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SjxvcSWYIKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3HAZ94zzY_0/s400/maia+2012+o+fim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O mundo vai acabar em 2012, disse o calendário Maia. Será mesmo o fim da odisséia humana na terra? Estariam certos os Maias? Estaria certa a música da banda EVA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Segundo o calendário Maia, algo de muito grave irá acontecer no solstício de inverno em 21 de dezembro de 2012. Para piorar, os cientistas, apoiados em cálculos complicados e diplomas carimbados, dizem que – coincidentemente (ou não) – a terra estará alinhada com o sol e com o centro da Via Láctea. Esse alinhamento cósmico poderá causar distúrbios no campo magnético e provocar o fim-do-mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;O calendário Maia era muito preciso e eles conseguiram prever vários acontecimentos, como a chegada do homem branco na América. Soma-se a isso o fato de várias outras culturas, em épocas diferentes, também profetizarem o fim dessa era na mesma época. Assim previu o oráculo grego da Síbila, e também os cientistas com o distúrbio do campo magnético.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div face="arial" align="justify"&gt;Já tivemos vários prenúncios do fim: o aquecimento global, o acidente em Chernobyl, a fanta-de-maçã (água suja ou pura esculhambação?) e o fim dos Beatles – se Deus não os manteve unidos, por que nos manteria na terra?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="arial" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, 2012 será o fim da odisséia humana na terra?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja como for, acreditamos na volta do Rei Dom Sebastião, de Portugal, para nos salvar. Desaparecido na guerra contra os mouros, a lenda conta que voltará (num dia de nevoeiro) para nos salvar - ou quem sabe, de Ulysses Guimarães...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" face="arial" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para entender melhor:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Dom Sebastião foi rei de Portugal e que desapareceu misteriosamente após uma batalha contra os mouros em Alcácer-Quibir, no Marrocos, em 1538.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;- O Sebastianismo era a crença na volta do rei Dom Sebastião. Entre os adeptos do sebastianismo estava nada mais nada menos que o Padre Antônio Vieira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- As torres encantadas da catedral de Dom Sebastião ficam em Taperoá, em Pernambuco. Pelo menos assim acreditava João Ferreira Quaderna. Em 1838, João Ferreira se proclamou legítimo rei do Brasil, e, junto com seus súditos, descobriram que se fosse derramado sangue humano nessas torres, elas seriam desencantadas e Dom Sebastião voltaria para salvar o mundo. Após muitas mortes, a polícia conseguiu prender João Ferreira e seus fanáticos religiosos. Esse fato real inspirou o romance a Pedra do Reino, de Ariano Suassuna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre mais do mesmo&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ezzuj8iFrk&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=28298DD7CC92E4D6&amp;amp;index=5"&gt;O Fim do Mundo ou o Final da nossa Era?&lt;/a&gt; - documentário do Discovery Channel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5111720-9109174194085042904?l=chatear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/feeds/9109174194085042904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111720&amp;postID=9109174194085042904&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/9109174194085042904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/9109174194085042904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/2009/06/fim-do-mundo-sera-o-fim-da-odisseia.html' title=''/><author><name>dadoapavorado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876962002719252639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/Sbs-Ac1xSlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Dpkvik7QEOo/S220/eduardo_chapolim.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SjxvcSWYIKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3HAZ94zzY_0/s72-c/maia+2012+o+fim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111720.post-9150351375321967177</id><published>2009-06-19T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T21:25:40.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;METALEIROS DA PESADA OUVEM BON JOVI POR CAUSA DE SUAS NAMORADAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349260672081653218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SjxkPVpk7eI/AAAAAAAAAFA/au6y5sCBvMQ/s400/Metaleiros+da+Pesada+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Eu me lembro do dia em que você entrou num bode, quebrou minha vitrola e minha coleção de Pink Floyd... mas hoje o meu samsung-garrard-e-gradiente só toca mesmo embalos quentes para lembrar do teu calor...”&lt;/em&gt; – Tu és o mdc da minha vida, Raul Seixas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, o que amor não faz. Ou melhor, o que não fazemos por amor. Em nome desse sentimento ridículo, nós mentimos, cantamos em karaokês, vemos “10 Coisas que eu Odeio em Você”, e ouvimos Bon Jovi. Sim, porque até os metaleiros mais da pesada se lembram com saudade daquelas noites de quinta-feira embaladas pela voz estriônica do Bon Jovi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E para comemorar o &lt;strong&gt;Dia dos Namorados&lt;/strong&gt; (atrasado), resolvemos fazer o &lt;strong&gt;Top 10&lt;/strong&gt; das canções mais mela-cueca da história do metal pesado (internacional). Aquelas que mesmo os metaleiros da pesada gostam de ouvir por causas das namoradas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOP 10 – CANÇÕES MAIS MELA-CUECA DO METAL PESADO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OaJez5eowWM&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;– Jon Bon Jovi (Cara, dá para fazer um top ten das melhores baladas do rock só com esse cara!)&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bwu7ixmQk0c&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;November Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; – Guns and Roses&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xn6tGVZF5bs"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu Me Apaixonei (November Rain)* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;– Calcinha Preta (Eleita pelo Axel Rose como a melhor versão de November Rain)&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZGoWtY_h4xo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Everything I Do) I Do It For You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; – Bryan Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x2I4mZQmJMU&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; – Aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5A8-N_SUcUc"&gt;Starring at Sun &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;– U2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MBhrYvOGlGo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ivFYVAntpw0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I Remember You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; – Skid Row&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ylfYBeW28U4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wasting Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; – Iron Maiden&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iIN2jUL0eS8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unforgiven II &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;– Metallica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5111720-9150351375321967177?l=chatear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/feeds/9150351375321967177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111720&amp;postID=9150351375321967177&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/9150351375321967177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/9150351375321967177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/2009/06/metaleiros-da-pesada-ouvem-bon-jovi-por.html' title=''/><author><name>dadoapavorado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876962002719252639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/Sbs-Ac1xSlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Dpkvik7QEOo/S220/eduardo_chapolim.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SjxkPVpk7eI/AAAAAAAAAFA/au6y5sCBvMQ/s72-c/Metaleiros+da+Pesada+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111720.post-6510284663248319327</id><published>2009-06-06T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T09:52:27.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRUNO, O MAIA, em Pocket Moon Sessions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belo Horizonte em 2008 presenciou o guitarrista Bruno, O Maia, ex-Nitrocarbinol, ensaiando para o lançamento de seu novo álbum solo (ainda sem nome), numa versão mais intimista, e aberta para alguns poucos convidados, chamada &lt;em&gt;Pocket Moon Sessions&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os ensaios foram gravados em um documentário e vão entrar como bônus para quem comprar o dvd. Aqui, você confere a performance dele em &lt;em&gt;Mensagem de Amor&lt;/em&gt;, dos Paralamas, junto com seu parceiro Erick:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lRouTbyfoqo&amp;amp;hl=" width="320" height="265" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre mais do mesmo&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b7P67bPDeHQ&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pocket Moon Sessions&lt;/em&gt;: Engenheiros do Hawaii (ouça o que eu digo: não ouça ninguém)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://nitrocarbinol.br21.com/"&gt;Página da Nitrocarbinol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community.aspx?cmm=4721745"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5111720-6510284663248319327?l=chatear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/feeds/6510284663248319327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111720&amp;postID=6510284663248319327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/6510284663248319327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/6510284663248319327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/2009/06/bruno-o-maia-em-pocket-moon-sessions.html' title=''/><author><name>dadoapavorado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876962002719252639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/Sbs-Ac1xSlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Dpkvik7QEOo/S220/eduardo_chapolim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111720.post-7023071821309153989</id><published>2009-06-06T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T09:53:04.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SiqP2Sh7mAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AaeZWaB3Uy0/s1600-h/tulio.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344242070678378498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SiqP2Sh7mAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AaeZWaB3Uy0/s400/tulio.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EM LENDAS DO ROCK: TÚLIO GÚLIO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sou o rock.&lt;/strong&gt; Com essa frase, Túlio Gúlio sepultou de vez o rock em Vitória da Conquista. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SiqSNrFGQNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ch-Lmy6qImc/s1600-h/tulio+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344244671428575442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SiqSNrFGQNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ch-Lmy6qImc/s200/tulio+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SiqP_w8NP9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/E2JRXuUwo6s/s1600-h/Tulio+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nome é Marco Túlio Gúlio, chamado de o “&lt;em&gt;Papai Smurf da Guitarra&lt;/em&gt;”. Nascido em 82, no Curuzu, Salvador. Guitarrista da famosa banda &lt;em&gt;Syng&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Polêmico. Ocultista. Farrista.&lt;/strong&gt; Conhecido pelos empresários como garoto problema, lembrado como “&lt;em&gt;O Guitarrinha Elétrica&lt;/em&gt;” pelos mais velhos, acusado de tocar embriagado. Porém, até os críticos mais ferozes concordavam que quando subia no palco ele se transformava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Profeta.&lt;/strong&gt; Após uma briga com realizadores de um show em Vitória da Conquista, ameaçado pelos produtores de que jamais tocaria em outro show de rock na cidade, ele teria dito: “&lt;strong&gt;Eu sou O Rock”, &lt;/strong&gt;entrando para os anais do Rock Conquistense. O tempo provou que estava certo, após sua saída, o cenário &lt;em&gt;punk-rock-psicodelia-e-hardcore-conquistense&lt;/em&gt; nunca mais se levantou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SiqTkvWcmKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/p4zTnDaIK_g/s1600-h/OgAAAN64TDvUo2g9xbUqHYMvtHISo2VnUfUgnoTq4UbOgdNeS0ABGsKsCtD3AmN3MT14diyZJoQi3SeHHExyjwgcwUkAm1T1UNSzm5bRcLBSdSWiPv8XCvqnX9W2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344246167223703714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SiqTkvWcmKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/p4zTnDaIK_g/s200/OgAAAN64TDvUo2g9xbUqHYMvtHISo2VnUfUgnoTq4UbOgdNeS0ABGsKsCtD3AmN3MT14diyZJoQi3SeHHExyjwgcwUkAm1T1UNSzm5bRcLBSdSWiPv8XCvqnX9W2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Compositor, autor de vários sucessos, são dele os hits “&lt;em&gt;Carne de Pescoço é Osso!”&lt;/em&gt; e “&lt;em&gt;Tubaínas de Amor&lt;/em&gt;”. Após a saída da &lt;em&gt;Syng&lt;/em&gt;, Túlio Gúlio continuou sua produção musical compondo e levando projetos paralelos, como o álbum “&lt;em&gt;Túlio Gúlio toca uma para Luiz Caldas&lt;/em&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atualmente trabalha no lançamento de um álbum cabalístico intitulado “&lt;em&gt;O Terceiro Ovo&lt;/em&gt;”. Com passagens místicas e influências pós-apocalípticas, esse álbum promete bastante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Essa matéria pertence a uma série de artigos intitulada Lendas do Punk-Rock-Psicodelia-e-Hardcore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5111720-7023071821309153989?l=chatear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/feeds/7023071821309153989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111720&amp;postID=7023071821309153989&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/7023071821309153989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/7023071821309153989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/2009/06/em-lendas-do-rock-tulio-gulio-eu-sou-o.html' title=''/><author><name>dadoapavorado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876962002719252639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/Sbs-Ac1xSlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Dpkvik7QEOo/S220/eduardo_chapolim.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SiqP2Sh7mAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AaeZWaB3Uy0/s72-c/tulio.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111720.post-889603806877256008</id><published>2009-05-31T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T09:10:30.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PARA ADUBAR A MENTE: RUBBERDUCKZILLA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cuidado, RUBBERDUCKZILLA está vindo! Não, não é OASIS, a banda da Inglaterra, é a água doce do Japão. Esses japoneses são criativos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Vejam que comercial incrível, o poderoso RUBBERDUCKZILLA!!!!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nO5A8XTUg0Q&amp;amp;hl=" width="320" height="265" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coleção de mais comerciais japoneses&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://xpock.tv/play.php?vid=2058"&gt;Comercial de Chá (para pressão alta - exceto nesse caso, ter pressão alta não vai ter salvar)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9OF5YWM9IGc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Comercial de banheiro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oZrmKgkQFnI&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=FD255ADC53B430E0&amp;amp;index=6"&gt;Comercial de banheiro 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7NmhEepxOgg&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Comercial de queijo (de onde vem esse queijo? Tenha medo...)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6QAqiqTQWJg"&gt;Comercial japonês de baseball (uat porra is this?? Muito bom, seja lá o que queira dizer...)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5111720-889603806877256008?l=chatear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/feeds/889603806877256008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111720&amp;postID=889603806877256008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/889603806877256008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/889603806877256008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/2009/05/para-adubar-mente-rubberduckzilla.html' title=''/><author><name>dadoapavorado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876962002719252639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/Sbs-Ac1xSlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Dpkvik7QEOo/S220/eduardo_chapolim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111720.post-3054349821283785326</id><published>2009-05-30T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T09:55:57.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DARWIN: SÓ PODE TER SIDO DO MACACO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341693371266467202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SiGB0dVlhYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Zguxhq1eSwA/s400/macaco+assustado.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quem melhor definiu o homem foi Darwin quando disse: &lt;em&gt;"ele veio do macaco"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ele poderia ter escolhido qualquer bicho para atribuir nossa descendência. Da borboleta, das vacas, dos tatus, dos leões. Qualquer um. Mas pensou:&lt;em&gt; "essa porra só pode ter vindo do macaco"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Acredito que chateado com o padeiro, roubando nas medidas. Com a dona-de-casa gorda que fura a fila na padaria. Com a atendente insuportável de telemarketing dos telégrafos - &lt;em&gt;sempre mandando telegramas com as novidades no mundo dos tapetes&lt;/em&gt;. De saco cheio disso tudo, ele pensou: "&lt;em&gt;essa porra só pode ter vindo do macaco!&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Do macaco, no zoológico, que caga na mão e joga nos visitantes. Do macaco, que enfia o dedo no rabo e cheira. Do macaco, que fora o homem, é o único animal que fuma. Vendo tudo isso, ele pensou: "&lt;em&gt;essa porra só pode ter vindo do macaco! Ôh, bicho escroto&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A igreja no início condenou. A sociedade se indignou. Disse que não era bem assim, não sei o que. As moças de família se ofenderam. Mas, com a Coréia testando misséis na direção do Japão. Com o lançamento da fanta de maçã. Com os astronautas russos impedidos de usar o banheiro dos americanos, o mundo passou a aceitar a idéia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;É por isso que hoje, vendo toda essa putaria, até o Papa já disse: "&lt;em&gt;essa porra só pode ter vindo mesmo é do macaco...&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coleção de vídeos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1AZn5nWIj_g"&gt;Macaco pertubando tigre&lt;/a&gt; (brincando com a morte)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Hxx_9pMhyQ"&gt;Macaco empurrando outro no rio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X0YccIWqdAI"&gt;Macaco enfiando o dedo no rabo&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lvp6jPNo_YQ"&gt;Macaco se olhando no espelho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;____________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sempre mais do mesmo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Darwin"&gt;Darwin (pela wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/folha/ciencia/ult306u445551.shtml"&gt;Papa concorda com as idéias de Darwin&lt;/a&gt; (matéria da folha)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://guiadoscuriosos.ig.com.br/categorias/4787/1/charles-darwin.html"&gt;Curiosidades sobre Darwin (guia dos curiosos)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://colunafactorama.blogspot.com/2008/06/homossexualidade-evolutiva-e-charles.html"&gt;Artigo sobre Darwinismo e o homossexualismo &lt;/a&gt;(o que!?!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5111720-3054349821283785326?l=chatear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/feeds/3054349821283785326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111720&amp;postID=3054349821283785326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/3054349821283785326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/3054349821283785326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/2009/05/darwin-so-pode-ter-sido-do-macaco-quem.html' title=''/><author><name>dadoapavorado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876962002719252639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/Sbs-Ac1xSlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Dpkvik7QEOo/S220/eduardo_chapolim.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SiGB0dVlhYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Zguxhq1eSwA/s72-c/macaco+assustado.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111720.post-6124224068036816536</id><published>2009-05-18T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:17:41.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O MANTRA DAS POSSIBILIDADES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337167107052053218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/ShFtNNK8ouI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2CndWxcZoNg/s400/mandala+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Alien Matusow chama de ´um dos mais significativos acontecimentos da história dos Estados Unidos´, um grupo de hippies tentou fazer levitar o prédio do Pentágono. A imensa construção, que abriga os maiores corredores do mundo, não levitou, mas hoje se sabe que por conta daqueles hippies ela sem dúvida saiu do lugar.”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;– Elio Gaspari, A Ditarura Envergonhada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre fico empolgado com toda pretensão humana de desafiar as leis da razão, com cada tentativa de rasgar o manto do possível, atravessar as barreiras da realidade, e atingir o impossível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, ainda quando não se consiga, eu imagino “&lt;em&gt;e &lt;strong&gt;se&lt;/strong&gt; tivesse conseguido&lt;/em&gt;”. O que teria acontecido? O que significaria? Como isso mudaria tudo? A realidade é muito boa. Mas romper os grilhões da física e do bom-senso a torna &lt;strong&gt;fantástica&lt;/strong&gt;. Vivo esperando a cada momento o impossível acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E &lt;strong&gt;se&lt;/strong&gt;, sentados à beira do gramado, entoando canções subversivas e mantras cósmicos, eles tivessem conseguido, tivessem mesmo levitado o Pentágono? E &lt;strong&gt;se&lt;/strong&gt; Paul tiver morrido? E &lt;strong&gt;se&lt;/strong&gt; Inri for mesmo Cristo – onde ele irá morar? E &lt;strong&gt;se&lt;/strong&gt; ela gostar de mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E para encerrar, termino com um verso de uma canção do Vander Wildner, o mantra das possibilidades:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Eu queria ter o cabelo comprido, mas eu não consigo eu sempre corto mais...”&lt;/em&gt; – Mantra das possibilidades, Vander Wildner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5111720-6124224068036816536?l=chatear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/feeds/6124224068036816536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111720&amp;postID=6124224068036816536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/6124224068036816536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/6124224068036816536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-mantra-das-possibilidades-alien.html' title=''/><author><name>dadoapavorado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876962002719252639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/Sbs-Ac1xSlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Dpkvik7QEOo/S220/eduardo_chapolim.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/ShFtNNK8ouI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2CndWxcZoNg/s72-c/mandala+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111720.post-7516980266696412596</id><published>2009-05-14T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T08:50:57.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A GUERRA DAS LAGOSTAS (O Hiato entre Nós)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335707065160271106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/Sgw9TlRrhQI/AAAAAAAAADw/1xLJxlXukJU/s400/jiboia+2" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Vivi muito no meio das pessoas grandes. (...) Quando encontrava uma que me parecia um pouco lúcida, fazia com ela a experiência do meu desenho número 1, que sempre conservei comigo. Eu queria saber se ela era verdadeiramente compreensiva. Mas respondia sempre: "É um chapéu". Então eu não lhe falava nem de jibóias, nem de florestas virgens, nem de estrelas. Punha-me ao seu alcance. Falava-lhe de bridge, de golfe, de política, de gravatas. E a pessoa grande ficava encantada de conhecer um homem tão razoável.”&lt;/em&gt; – O narrador, O Pequeno Príncipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu nunca soube o que as pessoas conversam entre si. Sempre que encontro alguém na rua, no ônibus, na fila do pão, eu não sei sobre o que falar. O que interessa a ela? A mim, eu sei. Me preocupam as guerras de lagostas, as tartarugas ninja mutantes [porque elas usam máscaras?], como é feito o leite em pó, essas coisas. Mas quando falo das coisas que me interessam, fatalmente sou chamado de maluco ou idiota. Então eu passo a falar trivialidades, inutilidades do mundo moderno, com ar de gravidade, dando alguma importância. Reclamo do tempo, do ônibus que se atrasou, pergunto se vai ter prova amanhã, E, engraçado, aí a pessoa passa a me achar um cara sério, inteligente – “esse tem conteúdo”. Pura idiotice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não me importo com os políticos, com a prova do professor. Não me preocupo com a cor do cabelo dela, e nem com quem ela anda fudendo. Acredito que não haja muitos casos de pessoas que morreram por causa de uma nota baixa ou de uma chapinha mal-feita – ainda que tenha acontecido, nesse mundo se vê cada coisa.E me ponho a acender velas e incenso para perfumar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu ainda te espero chegar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5111720-7516980266696412596?l=chatear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/feeds/7516980266696412596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111720&amp;postID=7516980266696412596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/7516980266696412596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/7516980266696412596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/2009/05/guerra-das-lagostas-o-hiato-entre-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>dadoapavorado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876962002719252639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/Sbs-Ac1xSlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Dpkvik7QEOo/S220/eduardo_chapolim.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/Sgw9TlRrhQI/AAAAAAAAADw/1xLJxlXukJU/s72-c/jiboia+2' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111720.post-2879627366853027897</id><published>2009-05-11T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T16:43:26.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAJINI KANTH: HERÓI PARA NINGUÉM BOTAR DEFEITO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SgiwvlXTTqI/AAAAAAAAADo/qXySHn3KzDY/s1600-h/rajini+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334708090150538914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SgiwvlXTTqI/AAAAAAAAADo/qXySHn3KzDY/s400/rajini+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Leva-se anos para se conhecer um homem, mas basta um dia para se conhecer um herói*&lt;/em&gt;" - Dadoapavorado, Guimarães Rosa e sabedoria popular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bigode rabo-de-andorinha. Jaqueta Jeans descolada. Tênis da Nike. Visual Pablo-Scobar anos 80 e pose de machão. &lt;strong&gt;Rajini Kanth&lt;/strong&gt;, novo herói indiano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vin Diesel, Callin Farrell e esses novos heróis de brinquedo que se cuidem: Rajini não veio para brincadeira . Esse é macho mesmo. Sopapo e cascudo para todo lado. Tabefes que desafiam as leis da física. Vacilou, a bolacha come solta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZ5qlIP0aRo&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;Rajini Kanth descendo a porrada&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ckKWWAj61MA"&gt;Rajini Kanth descendo a porrada II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IttgvQ7mNkc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Rajini Kanth: Neo ou super-homem &lt;/a&gt;(também desceria a porrada se o cara não tivesse morrido antes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8BwU0m2ssc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Rajini Kanth descendo a porrada III&lt;/a&gt; (com direito a famosa porrada tripla dos trapalhões - imaginem se ele tivesse tomando uma coca-cola)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q9A0aIXEc4w"&gt;Rajini Kanth e a famosa cena do cavalo&lt;/a&gt; (a cena mais fantástica do cinema indiano!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;_______________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;* Tradução do trecho de Sagarana, conto do Burrinho Pedrêz, de Guimarães Rosa: "&lt;em&gt;Mas nada disso vale fala, porque a estória de um burrinho, como a história de um homem grande, é bem dada no resumo de um só dia de sua vida.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5111720-2879627366853027897?l=chatear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/feeds/2879627366853027897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111720&amp;postID=2879627366853027897&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/2879627366853027897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/2879627366853027897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/2009/05/rajini-kanth-heroi-para-ninguem-botar.html' title=''/><author><name>dadoapavorado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876962002719252639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/Sbs-Ac1xSlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Dpkvik7QEOo/S220/eduardo_chapolim.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SgiwvlXTTqI/AAAAAAAAADo/qXySHn3KzDY/s72-c/rajini+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111720.post-5443428933354044478</id><published>2009-05-11T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T16:00:53.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; URUBUS: SENHORES DO MUNDO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334700127590420418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SgipgGhCD8I/AAAAAAAAADg/onfR25ZOids/s400/urubu2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fui no mangue catá lixo&lt;br /&gt;pegar caranguejo&lt;br /&gt;Conversar com urubu (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E com as asas que os urubus me deram um dia&lt;br /&gt;Eu voarei por toda a periferia&lt;br /&gt;e Vou sonhando com a mulher&lt;br /&gt;que talvez eu possa me encontrar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;" - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Manguetown, Schico Science e Nação Zumbi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Toda vez que eu vejo um urubu, eu penso: os urubus dominam o mundo. Do alto dos postes, sobrevoando prédios, eles reinam absolutos. Abaixo deles, sacos de lixo, ratos, favelas, paisagem urbana. Os homens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu imagino como pensa um urubu. “&lt;em&gt;Sim, nós dominamos o mundo. Raça superior escolhida pelo criador para reinar. Todos os outros animais, abaixo,  nossos escravos&lt;/em&gt;”. A permanência das outras criaturas é permitida apenas como ferramenta da existência dos urubus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles aceitam a sociedade humana exclusivamente para servi-los. Os homens constroem postes, prédios e lixo. Assim, comemos, nos divertimos, morremos, e, quando necessário, viramos carniça para alimentar urubus. Esse é o pacto social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns podem objetar: “&lt;em&gt;Mas agora nós nos enterramos. Os urubus não comem mais nossa carniça. Não obedecemos mais aos urubus&lt;/em&gt;”. Sim, talvez verdade. Fato que, possivelmente, causou grande polêmica entre os &lt;em&gt;urubunídeos &lt;/em&gt;foram os enterros. “&lt;em&gt;Que petulância, que arrogância dos macacos! Se rebelaram contra seus senhores. Não nos querem mais fornecer carne!”.&lt;/em&gt; O sinal da guerra. Por alguns dias, a raça humana beirou a extinção. Sua permanência não seria mais tolerada nesse mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, para acalmar os ânimos, achou-se engenhosa saída: os humanos ainda seriam escravos. Em troca da sobrevivência, cultivariam os animais como comida para os urubus. Eles teriam carniça cultivada, banquete, em formas de rebanhos de gado, de porcos – as vezes, um franguinho para variar. Nós, como raça inferior, porém, seríamos enterrados. Nossa carne não seria boa para os urubus. De tão suja, só a terra deveria comer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim, senhores do mundo, os urubus continuam reinando lá do alto, regendo nossos destinos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;___________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sempre mais do mesmo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/chico-science/45209/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Letra da música Manguetown (Chico Science e Nação Zumbi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yIjg0mdsqjM"&gt;Clipe da música Manguetown (chico Science e Nação Zumbi)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VLOMMnFM1Ek"&gt;Zeca Urubu: o urubu mais famoso da TV (ficando chapado)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5111720-5443428933354044478?l=chatear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/feeds/5443428933354044478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111720&amp;postID=5443428933354044478&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/5443428933354044478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/5443428933354044478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/2009/05/urubus-senhores-do-mundo-fui-no-mangue.html' title=''/><author><name>dadoapavorado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876962002719252639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/Sbs-Ac1xSlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Dpkvik7QEOo/S220/eduardo_chapolim.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SgipgGhCD8I/AAAAAAAAADg/onfR25ZOids/s72-c/urubu2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111720.post-7688833304758346673</id><published>2009-05-01T08:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T06:26:53.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SfxJvtd2lWI/AAAAAAAAADI/3EhCvBLmBUY/s1600-h/adubando+a+mente+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331217142907311458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SfxJvtd2lWI/AAAAAAAAADI/3EhCvBLmBUY/s400/adubando+a+mente+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para Adubar a Mente: Mentalidade Fértil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seleção de comerciais japoneses: &lt;em&gt;criatividade&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j5QlQkojQYI"&gt;Tarako&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oq8xuVnB-Pk&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Chapeuzinho Vermelho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oTB6-mE0eCo&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;Dancinha&lt;/a&gt; Pretz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TgPmaNMReKQ"&gt;Thai Tea&lt;/a&gt; (comercial das lagartinhas - as melhores folhas estão no topo)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GmGyy7lwkd8&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;O poder da borboleta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Arnold Schwarzenegger no Japão &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AaZK1SPy7Us&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dl0HOqjSzqw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt; (Isso sim é loucura )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5111720-7688833304758346673?l=chatear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/feeds/7688833304758346673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111720&amp;postID=7688833304758346673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/7688833304758346673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/7688833304758346673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/2009/05/para-adubar-mente-selecao-de-comerciais.html' title=''/><author><name>dadoapavorado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876962002719252639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/Sbs-Ac1xSlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Dpkvik7QEOo/S220/eduardo_chapolim.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SfxJvtd2lWI/AAAAAAAAADI/3EhCvBLmBUY/s72-c/adubando+a+mente+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111720.post-1589382006825939489</id><published>2009-05-01T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T08:47:21.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bicho-papão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mula-sem-cabeça'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SfsYyWAUwuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/NLg4J094HBY/s1600-h/cuca1pc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330881837102580450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SfsYyWAUwuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/NLg4J094HBY/s200/cuca1pc3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SfsX4URWpfI/AAAAAAAAACw/BMwDVG1Kz6I/s1600-h/cuca1pc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Cuca, o feio e o mau&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quando eu era pequeno meu pai me levou para passear no “Trenzinho da Alegria”. Era uma espécie de ônibus aberto, desses turísticos, quase um bondinho motorizado, repleto de personagens fantásticos como o Mickey, a Minie, o Pato Donald, a Cuca e o Pateta. Peraê, como assim a Cuca??? Puta que pariu, foi o dia que eu mais tive medo na vida! Os piores 30 minutos da minha existência. Por que alguém acha que uma criança quer ver a Cuca? Eu chorava sem parar. Nunca me esqueci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A Cuca é disparado o bicho inventando que mais assusta as crianças. Mas afinal, de onde ela vem?*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A Cuca tem origem no imaginário de Portugal, derivada da Coca, onde era representada por uma abóbora oca, iluminada, com furos imitando os olhos e boca, usada para assustar crianças – sim, e vocês pensavam que a tradicional abóbora teve origem no Halloween! Na verdade, a abóbora no Halloween também foi influência do costume português, que se espalhou por outros países europeus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De onde nossa Cuca virou jacaré, só perguntando para o Monteiro Lobato. Não sei se foi fruto de um trabalho de pesquisa, ou se a forma crocodiliana resultou da criatividade do ilustrador. O fato é que a diaba mete medo mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.s.: Pessoalmente, acredito que o personagem mais assustador aqui do Brasil é a tal da mula-sem-cabeça. A história dela é realmente assustadora, com todos os elementos de uma grande história de horror. Cheia de tragédia, luxúria, religião, amor proibido, culpa. Acho que merece um resgate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O conto do menino do pastoreio é o mais dramático. E, para não me acusarem de bairrista, lá de fora, o conto da vendedora de fósforos também é muito triste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois eu faço um “top list”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;Sempre mais do mesmo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0rbOgu09nVU"&gt;Cuca no sítio do pica-pau amarelo &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ld8Vg2wuKEo"&gt;Narizinho é transformada em pedra pela Cuca &lt;/a&gt;(tenha medo...)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lPL1uFlNSqE"&gt;O Extranho Mundo de Jack &lt;/a&gt;- Bicho-papão&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V8Ca_edg6RE"&gt;Cena assustadora de Fantasia da Disney&lt;/a&gt; (isso era para criança mesmo?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5111720-1589382006825939489?l=chatear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/feeds/1589382006825939489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111720&amp;postID=1589382006825939489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/1589382006825939489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/1589382006825939489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/2009/05/cuca-o-feio-e-o-mau-quando-eu-era.html' title=''/><author><name>dadoapavorado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876962002719252639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/Sbs-Ac1xSlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Dpkvik7QEOo/S220/eduardo_chapolim.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SfsYyWAUwuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/NLg4J094HBY/s72-c/cuca1pc3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111720.post-1619427002378230944</id><published>2009-04-26T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T06:30:01.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SfxKhb2ozSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/v21SnCT7oO4/s1600-h/nasa+explode+cometa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331217997172886818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SfxKhb2ozSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/v21SnCT7oO4/s320/nasa+explode+cometa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NASA explode cometa e ferra meu mapa astral&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Quando o segundo sol chegar para realinhar as órbitas dos planetas”&lt;/em&gt; – &lt;em&gt;Segundo Sol&lt;/em&gt;, Nando Reis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O ano é 1999. A terra vai ser destruída por um cometa. Bruce Willis, Liv Tyler e o canastrão Ben Affleck têm a missão de destruir o asteróide e salvar o mundo. Com trilha sonora de Aerosmith, o filme, que parece um grande comercial de desodorante, foi um sucesso de bilheteria e emocionou a platéia &lt;em&gt;teen&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O ano é 2006. Na vida real, a NASA resolve explodir um cometa. A cena é de filme. O que realmente aconteceu? Foi o teste de uma nova arma nuclear? Iria esse bólido intergaláctico se chocar com a terra? Teria a NASA impedido o holocausto? Quais as conseqüências desse evento para o meu mapa astral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;O que nós queremos saber é: o que realmente aconteceu. Há quem diga que foi a nossa primeira guerra interplanetária. As suspeitas são de uma invasão alienígena que foi rechaçada pela NASA. Sim, podemos ganhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Essa, talvez, tenha sido uma das notícias mais fantásticas que podíamos esperar. E o que restou? Algumas manchetes e uma astróloga russa pedindo indenização pelos prejuízos sofridos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;_______________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Em tempo: ah, assim não tem quem agüente. Depois da NASA explodir um cometa, os cientistas decidem que Plutão não é mais planeta e ferram de vez meu mapa astral. Tá, vocês conseguiram. Parabéns. Mas qualquer criança sabe que Plutão é um planeta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;_______________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sempre mais do mesmo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/folha/ciencia/ult306u13358.shtml"&gt;NASA explode cometa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/folha/ciencia/ult306u13360.shtml"&gt;Astróloga Russa processa a NASA por explodir cometa e atrapalhar o mapa astral dela&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJyAx6yEBvE"&gt;Clipe da música i don´t want to miss a thing - trilha do filme armageddon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fLgSKv2P-ow"&gt;Trailer de Deep Impact - outro filme sobre o fim-do-mundo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5111720-1619427002378230944?l=chatear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/feeds/1619427002378230944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111720&amp;postID=1619427002378230944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/1619427002378230944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/1619427002378230944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/2009/04/nasa-explode-cometa-e-ferra-meu-mapa.html' title=''/><author><name>dadoapavorado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876962002719252639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/Sbs-Ac1xSlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Dpkvik7QEOo/S220/eduardo_chapolim.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SfxKhb2ozSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/v21SnCT7oO4/s72-c/nasa+explode+cometa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111720.post-1414888779574476313</id><published>2009-04-26T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T07:01:37.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Califórnia enfrenta invasão de Lulas Gigantes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Califórnia enfrenta invasão de lulas gigantes". Essa notícia estampada na BBC Brasil, em 2005, me deixou atônito. Meu mundo mudou. Incrível! Finalmente a invasão anunciada por A Guerra dos Mundos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa manchete era algo incrível. Tudo bem, não eram marcianos, mas já era um começo – afinal, todos conhecem a ligação entre moluscos e alienígenas. Isso era algo grande. O mundo não seria mais o mesmo. Eu não poderia enxergá-lo mais da mesma maneira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como iríamos reagir? Como a Califórnia estava resistindo? Como seria o mundo dali em diante?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A matéria, não tão impactante quanto a manchete, dizia: "Centenas de lulas gigantes apareceram nas praias de Orange County, na Califórnia, para espanto de cientistas."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, parece que a Califórnia restou incólume ao insólito evento. O sistema capitalista não ruiu, e as pessoas continuaram usando cartão de crédito. Restaram uns poucos cientistas perplexos, e algumas crianças curiosas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________&lt;br /&gt;Sempre mais do mesmo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/portuguese/ciencia/story/2005/01/050121_lulagigantero.shtml"&gt;California enfrenta invasão de lulas&lt;/a&gt; gigantes (link para a notícia da BBC)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Lula gigante sendo descongelada por cientistas" href="http://g1.globo.com/Noticias/Ciencia/0,,MUL429169-5603,00.html" target="_blank" mce_href="http://g1.globo.com/Noticias/Ciencia/0,,MUL429169-5603,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lula-gigante sendo descongelada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (nos filmes, toda criatura descongelada acorda e ataca os cientistas)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Lula gigante ataca os inimigos com flashes de luz" href="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/folha/bbc/ult272u60909.shtml" target="_blank" mce_href="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/folha/bbc/ult272u60909.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lula-gigante ataca os inimigos com flashes de luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="I Believe in a think called love" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G8rTUxtSMRo&amp;amp;feature=related" target="_blank" mce_href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G8rTUxtSMRo&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;clipe do The Darkness com uma lula gigante do espaço atacando uma nave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;audio de &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y1lSJzFsAo0"&gt;Guerra dos Mundos: Orson Wells&lt;/a&gt; (invasão marciana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E1QrcLj4_lE"&gt;Trailer do filme Lobsterman from Mars &lt;/a&gt;(ou O Homem-Lagosta-Gigante de Marte)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j5QlQkojQYI"&gt;Tarako &lt;/a&gt;(comercial japonês sobre alguma comida feita com ovas de alguma coisa - ou mensagem subliminar de uma invasão alienígena)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5111720-1414888779574476313?l=chatear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/feeds/1414888779574476313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111720&amp;postID=1414888779574476313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/1414888779574476313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/1414888779574476313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/2009/04/california-enfrenta-invasao-de-lulas.html' title=''/><author><name>dadoapavorado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876962002719252639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/Sbs-Ac1xSlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Dpkvik7QEOo/S220/eduardo_chapolim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111720.post-5180557287865348198</id><published>2009-04-26T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T11:48:19.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Chapolin e a Mágica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Sabia que já inventaram um aparelho que permite atravessar as paredes?”&lt;/em&gt; – Disse o Chapolin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Nossa, puxa! Que incrível! Qual?”&lt;/em&gt; – Empolgado, o cientista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“A porta.”&lt;/em&gt; – Chapolin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;E com isso, Chapolin imortalizou uma nova forma de ver o mundo: o fantástico nas coisas mais comuns. A capacidade de ver mágica nos acontecimentos mais simples. Sim! Podemos atravessar as paredes, usando as portas! Ler pensamentos, através das palavras! Viajar no tempo: ao passado com as lembranças, e ao futuro usando a imaginação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Com o tempo, perdemos a capacidade de nos admirar com o mundo. Mas coisas incríveis acontecem o tempo todo. Nas coisas mais simples. &lt;em&gt;Amélie Poulain&lt;/em&gt; tinha esse dom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Qual a proposta? Ver o fantástico nas notícias mais ordinárias. Ataque de lulas-gigantes, discos voadores, malucos vestidos de batman, aparições assombrosas e visagens enigmáticas. Tudo isso acontece!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5111720-5180557287865348198?l=chatear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/feeds/5180557287865348198/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111720&amp;postID=5180557287865348198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/5180557287865348198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/5180557287865348198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/2009/04/sabia-que-ja-inventaram-um-aparelho-que.html' title=''/><author><name>dadoapavorado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876962002719252639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/Sbs-Ac1xSlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Dpkvik7QEOo/S220/eduardo_chapolim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111720.post-6054438199711028529</id><published>2009-03-07T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T07:13:08.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chapeuzinho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adormecida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contos de fada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sereia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SbNA6qB2fpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CcYyPrwL1d0/s1600-h/paleman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310659762058591890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SbNA6qB2fpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CcYyPrwL1d0/s320/paleman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Origem Macabra dos Contos de Fada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SbM1javlu7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PEvslBjMzTI/s1600-h/paleman.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Você sempre achou um pouco sinistras as histórias de contos-de-fada? Bruxas morrendo em caldeirões fervendo, lobos comendo vovozinhas, madrastas atormentando pobres menininhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Isso acontece porque muitas dessas histórias não foram elaboradas para crianças, mas eram contadas para entreter adultos. Além disso, na idade média, a noção que temos do "&lt;em&gt;politicamente correto&lt;/em&gt;" era bem diferente do que é hoje. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Foi o francês &lt;em&gt;Charles Perrault&lt;/em&gt; (no século XVII) quem primeiro adaptou para o público infantil alguns desses contos considerados clássicos, suavizando-os. Também os famosos irmãos Grimm, e o dinamarquês Hans Christian Andersen, tiveram o mesmo trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Se você sempre desconfiou que algo meio sinistro estava por trás do sorriso daquela fada, ou dos olhos famintos do lobo mau encarando a chapeuzinho vermelho, saiba que você pode estar certo. Algo bizarro pode estar mascarado na história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;______________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alguns exemplos das histórias originais:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nas versões mais antigas da &lt;strong&gt;Chapeuzinho Vermelho&lt;/strong&gt;, o lobo mau mata a vovozinha e, depois de retalhá-la inteira, serve a carne da velha e o sangue para Chapeuzinho comer e beber. O lobo também manda a Chapeuzinho tirar a roupa e se deitar com ele - é o famoso trecho "que é para te ver melhor, minha netinha".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;Bela Adormecida&lt;/strong&gt;, originalmente, foi estuprada pelo rei enquanto ela dormia. Grávida, tem gêmeos e volta para reclamar a herança. Louca de raiva, a mulher do rei planeja matá-la e servir a carne em um banquete - ainda bem que não consegue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;Pequena Sereia&lt;/strong&gt; teve a língua cortada pela bruxa em troca de ganhar pernas. Toda vez que pisava no chão, seus pés sangravam e ela sentia uma dor lancinante - quando ela dança com o príncipe no salão, o chão fica todo coberto de sangue. Além de não ficar com o princípe encantado, ela morre no final e vira espuma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;_____________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Sempre mais do mesmo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oq8xuVnB-Pk&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Chapeuzinho vermelho versão japonesa&lt;/a&gt; (comercial japonês é sempre louco)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZQE01Bwx9k"&gt;Gali The Alligator&lt;/a&gt; (versão nova dos contos de fada tipo "Barney o dragão")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TgPmaNMReKQ&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;A Lagarta &lt;/a&gt;(comercial japonês de chá)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Você pode achar mais informações sobre o assunto procurando em:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Contos_de_fadas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Contos_de_fadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jorwiki.usp.br/linnot07/index.php/A_Bela_Adormecida"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.jorwiki.usp.br/linnot07/index.php/A_Bela_Adormecida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jorwiki.usp.br/linnot07/index.php/Chapeuzinho_Vermelho"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.jorwiki.usp.br/linnot07/index.php/Chapeuzinho_Vermelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jorwiki.usp.br/linnot07/index.php/A_pequena_sereia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.jorwiki.usp.br/linnot07/index.php/A_pequena_sereia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nyelehendrick.wordpress.com/2009/01/21/contos-originais-walt-disney/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://nyelehendrick.wordpress.com/2009/01/21/contos-originais-walt-disney/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5111720-6054438199711028529?l=chatear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/feeds/6054438199711028529/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111720&amp;postID=6054438199711028529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/6054438199711028529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111720/posts/default/6054438199711028529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chatear.blogspot.com/2009/03/origem-macabra-dos-contos-de-fada-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>dadoapavorado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10876962002719252639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/Sbs-Ac1xSlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Dpkvik7QEOo/S220/eduardo_chapolim.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZsWPOSunPI/SbNA6qB2fpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CcYyPrwL1d0/s72-c/paleman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
