<?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-7257257</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:02:27.094-03:00</updated><title type='text'>russo</title><subtitle type='html'>Não é uma comunidade, é um noticiário.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-116024537382207670</id><published>2006-10-07T15:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T03:11:38.463-02:00</updated><title type='text'>É Morto</title><summary type='text'>Este blog é morto. Um outro surgiu.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/116024537382207670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/116024537382207670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/10/morto.html' title='É Morto'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-115984386949319864</id><published>2006-10-02T23:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T01:13:31.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Óbvio</title><summary type='text'>É óbvio.O telefone não toca.A mão não acaricia.A carícia não afaga.É óbvio.A distância não encurta,Escorre lentamente em espera:A noite acaba.É óbvio.Em outros mares, outros bares,Em outros ventos, passos lentosSe encontram em melodia.É óbvio.Não é preciso dizer palavra,Pois não é sorriso, não é beijo,Não é abraço, não é preciso.É óbvio.As apostas se encerram,A última mão se cai.Não foi desta vez.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115984386949319864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115984386949319864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/10/bvio.html' title='Óbvio'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-115964656807245251</id><published>2006-09-30T17:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T17:04:48.490-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Honra</title><summary type='text'>honra{verbete}Datação1192 cf. JM3Acepções? substantivo feminino1    princípio ético que leva alguém a ter uma conduta proba, virtuosa, corajosa, e que lhe permite gozar de bom conceito junto à sociedadeEx.: a h. às vezes está acima das leis2    o sentimento da própria dignidadeEx.: &lt;a h. do país&gt; &lt;empenhar a h.&gt;3    consideração devida a uma pessoa que se distingue por seus dotes intelectuais, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115964656807245251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115964656807245251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/09/honra.html' title='Honra'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-115886771181834826</id><published>2006-09-21T16:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T00:57:55.386-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Céu de Baunilha</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day:Do you remember what you told me once?That every passing minute...is another chance to turn it all around.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115886771181834826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115886771181834826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/09/cu-de-baunilha.html' title='Céu de Baunilha'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-115767914427409017</id><published>2006-09-07T22:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T22:32:24.293-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><summary type='text'>I beg forgiveness for everyone I ever hurt, knowingly or not.Quote of the Day:Do you know why the bamboo is here ?It is waiting for the wind to touch it.It is filled with emotions.Listen to the sounds and you can feel them.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115767914427409017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115767914427409017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/09/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-115731837317689810</id><published>2006-09-03T18:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T19:42:01.663-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlotte Sometimes</title><summary type='text'>The CureAll the facesAll the voices blurChange to one faceChange to one voicePrepare yourself for bedThe light seems brightAnd glares on white wallsAll the sounds of charlotte sometimesInto the nightWith charlotte sometimesNight after night she lay alone in bedHer eyes so open to the darkThe streets all looked so strangeThey seemed so far awayBut charlotte sometimes did not cryThe people seemed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115731837317689810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115731837317689810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/09/charlotte-sometimes.html' title='Charlotte Sometimes'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-115691903435623680</id><published>2006-08-30T03:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T03:24:36.863-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Doubt thou the stars are fire;Doubt that the sun doth move;Doubt truth to be a liar;But never doubt I love.(Hamlet, 2.2.123-6)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115691903435623680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115691903435623680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/08/doubt-thou-stars-are-fire-doubt-that.html' title=''/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-115687062223748526</id><published>2006-08-29T13:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T13:57:02.253-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Old song</title><summary type='text'>"Crying In The Rain"A-haI'll never let you seeThe way my broken heart is hurting meI've got my pride and I know how to hideAll my sorrow and painI'll do my crying in the rainIf I wait for stormy skiesYou won't know the rain from the tears in my eyesYou'll never know that I still love you soThough the heartaches remainI'll do my crying in the rainRaindrops falling from heavenCould never take away </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115687062223748526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115687062223748526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/08/old-song.html' title='Old song'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-115686909176825826</id><published>2006-08-29T13:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T13:31:31.786-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequena cadeia de pensamentos</title><summary type='text'>Não dá pra crescer sem mudarNão dá pra mudar sem perderNão dá pra perder sem doerEu faço apologia ao crescer, always, mas isso não significa que eu goste da dor.Não sou masoquista, apenas aceito a dor que provém da mudança, que vem do viver.Aceito e abraço essa dor: o prazer de crescer é muito maior.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115686909176825826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115686909176825826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/08/pequena-cadeia-de-pensamentos.html' title='Pequena cadeia de pensamentos'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-115647418040350247</id><published>2006-08-24T23:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T23:49:40.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'>delayer</title><summary type='text'>things hit mesince I recall myself a personsó o que eu faço é ouvirfoda-senão foi pra isso que eu estava láahconversa de bebado é um sacofui</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115647418040350247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115647418040350247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/08/delayer.html' title='delayer'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-115647391452324024</id><published>2006-08-24T23:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T23:45:14.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Você sempre soubeNós todos sempre soubemosEnfim, eu fui sua consciênciaa razão em meio à tempestadeEntão, seu filho da puta,o que vai ser?O que você quer?O que você quer?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115647391452324024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115647391452324024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/08/voc-sempre-soube-ns-todos-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-115645492538898190</id><published>2006-08-24T18:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T18:28:45.416-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad dream</title><summary type='text'>The things I'd like to say to youAre now pointless words in my headThey became empty sounds in empty halls,Childish dreams by fate disrupted.I just woke up, scared, dizzy.Lost my sense of directionLost my heart in the woodsLost my temper in the void'Twas a nightmare, I take it:In it I loved you, in it you loved me.But barely one step had I taken in your garden,Lost sight of you. Gone. I lost you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115645492538898190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115645492538898190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/08/bad-dream.html' title='Bad dream'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-115617413096851346</id><published>2006-08-21T12:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T12:28:50.990-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma imagem vale mais que mil palavras</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115617413096851346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115617413096851346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/08/uma-imagem-vale-mais-que-mil-palavras.html' title='Uma imagem vale mais que mil palavras'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-115613581551526454</id><published>2006-08-21T01:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T01:50:55.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day:O.W. Grant: "As I say, messing with people's heads can be a lot of fun. You should try it."do filme Interstate 60</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115613581551526454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115613581551526454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/08/quote-of-day-o.html' title=''/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-115597194321836101</id><published>2006-08-19T04:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T17:00:51.910-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my body wants to sleepmy mind to stay awake</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115597194321836101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115597194321836101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-body-wants-to-sleep-my-mind-to-stay.html' title=''/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-115596104820657722</id><published>2006-08-19T01:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T02:22:27.176-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Accomplishment</title><summary type='text'>Cumpri a minha missão do dia. Pacote entregue. I feel grateful, though I don't have any One to thank to. ;-)Quote of the Day:"People make the wrong choiceswhen they're confused. You justhope that the people you lovewill still be there when youfinally figure things out."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115596104820657722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115596104820657722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/08/accomplishment.html' title='Accomplishment'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-115570801608580132</id><published>2006-08-16T02:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T02:21:13.316-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um favorito</title><summary type='text'>Trecho de As You Like It, Ato II, Cena 7, de William Shapespeare:All the world's a stage,    And all the men and women merely players:    They have their exits and their entrances;  And one man in his time plays many parts,    His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,    Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.    And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel    And shining morning face,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115570801608580132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115570801608580132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/08/um-favorito.html' title='Um favorito'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-115570465577960585</id><published>2006-08-16T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T02:04:15.800-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Photographies</title><summary type='text'>I shoot. You're pictured.There's no real You,All I got are the stillsFramed in fake-wooden borders.I have pictures of the pastAnd photos from the future.You grin - it's a party after all,And your dress is very beautiful.I fill the time with these moments,A trip to Cozumel, a chocolate sundaeThey all talk to me, they all eat meSlowly by the hours. Ah, that smile!Those eyes stalk my days throught </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115570465577960585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115570465577960585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/08/photographies.html' title='Photographies'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-115524197880473606</id><published>2006-08-14T01:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T02:11:28.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vida Simples</title><summary type='text'>Cansei-me. Cansei-me das incongruências da humanidade, das irracionalidades dos povos civilizados. Não quero mais me preocupar com as guerras. Quero olhar para o futuro e não ver mais a ganância e a pequeneza humana destruírem a grandeza e a beleza do mundo em que vivemos. Quero voltar a ser aquele garoto que acreditava na Terra Azul, onde não se enxerga as linhas tracejadas. Não quero as linhas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115524197880473606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115524197880473606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/08/vida-simples.html' title='A Vida Simples'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-115552854218058123</id><published>2006-08-14T01:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T19:36:23.020-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishlist revisited</title><summary type='text'>computador novorouter wirelessmonitor LCD 17" ou 19"mouse óptico (não o de 30 conto, esse é o que estou querendo trocar)escrivaninhacadeira de escritóriodvd - The Wall (o filme)dvd - V for Vendettadvd - Gladiatordvd - Interstate 60box dvd - matrixbox dvd - babylon 5box dvd - battlestar galacticaarco: arcoarco: flechasarco: aljavaveleiro 40 pésmoto: capacetes novosmoto: pneu traseiromoto: apoios </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115552854218058123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115552854218058123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/08/wishlist-revisited.html' title='Wishlist revisited'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-115445067034570309</id><published>2006-08-01T13:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T13:44:30.370-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Memórias de Paineiras</title><summary type='text'>As paineiras estão abrindo em todo lugar, parece até que são árvores de algodão-doce. Isso me traz lembranças bem antigas, de um menino mirradinho que juntou uns dois sacos imensos de paina em Araxá... há mais de 20 anos atrás. Oh my, to ficando velho.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115445067034570309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115445067034570309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/08/memrias-de-paineiras.html' title='Memórias de Paineiras'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-115411674898064343</id><published>2006-07-28T16:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T16:59:08.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Procura-se</title><summary type='text'>Um propósito, um motivo para seguir em frente. Que venha em forma de otimismo (convincente, inteligentemente elaborado), ou sonhos de criança. Que venha em forma de amores impossíveis, tornados tangíveis enquanto durar o efeito da dose. Que venha na forma de televisão de LCD, que não cansa a vista, apenas anuvia a mente e anestesia a dor. Que seja entregue num pacote que contenha outros pacotes, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115411674898064343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115411674898064343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/07/procura-se.html' title='Procura-se'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-115392568758572258</id><published>2006-07-26T11:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T09:37:48.783-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aforismos</title><summary type='text'>Prevenido vale por dois. Na hora de usar, porque pra carregar por aí vale por mais de trinta.Poucas coisas são mais idiotas que propaganda de perfume na TV.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115392568758572258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115392568758572258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/07/aforismos.html' title='Aforismos'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-115392563188584993</id><published>2006-07-26T10:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T11:53:51.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No Time, No Time!!!</title><summary type='text'>Tá corrido.O terceiro projeto ao qual eu atendo, começou a entrar num ritmo frenético. Ontem, no entanto recebemos a notícia de que eles vão adiar a data de lançamento do projeto, pois o pessoal já estava se matando para tentar fazer as coisas para o prazo de Outubro. Quem sabe agora dá uma aliviada?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115392563188584993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115392563188584993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-time-no-time.html' title='No Time, No Time!!!'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-115020085436863987</id><published>2006-06-13T09:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T09:18:06.806-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora mais forte</title><summary type='text'>Ontem treinei tiro com arco usando um arco mais forte, saí do 70"/24 lbs e fui para um 66"/30 lbs. Cansou bem mais, eu atirava sentindo os músculos das costas mais os dos braços reclamando, mas foi bom. O tiro com esse arco é muito mais.... legal! Claro que a diferença efetiva não é tão grande assim, mas a impressão que dá é que ele vai infinitamente mais rápido que o outro. Zupt! Pow!Vou </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115020085436863987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/115020085436863987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/06/agora-mais-forte.html' title='Agora mais forte'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-114895520883785000</id><published>2006-05-29T22:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T23:13:28.850-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Brave Sir Robin</title><summary type='text'>When danger reared its ugly headHe bravely turned his tail and fled.Yes, brave Sir Robin turned aboutAnd gallantly he chickened out.Bravely taking to his feetHe beat a very brave retreat.Bravest of the brave Sir RobinPetrified of being deadSoiled his pants then brave Sir RobinTurned away and fled.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/114895520883785000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/114895520883785000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/05/brave-sir-robin.html' title='Brave Sir Robin'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-114761821825609753</id><published>2006-05-14T11:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T11:50:18.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Doente</title><summary type='text'>Esdou gribado.Mas de ontem pra hoje, melhorou um pouco: resfenol+vitamina+própolis + chá vick pyrenna antes de dormir.Não acredito que esqueci de passar vick vaporub antes de dormir. Teria ajudado mais ainda.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/114761821825609753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/114761821825609753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/05/doente.html' title='Doente'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-114744020824342165</id><published>2006-05-12T10:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T10:23:28.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabedoria</title><summary type='text'>Bibi não queria ir dormir, tava toda elétrica, pulando na cama, aprontando bagunça."Bibi, porque você não quer dormir?""Estou com medo do cachorro, titio"Levei-a no colo até o lado de fora da casa, onde não tem cachorro. Procuramos, procuramos e nada."O cachorro é grande e vai me atacar""Então, Bibi, você tem que dormir pra ficar grande, aí o cachorro é que vai ter medo de você""Titio, eu não </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/114744020824342165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/114744020824342165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/05/sabedoria.html' title='Sabedoria'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-114743988360311549</id><published>2006-05-12T10:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T10:19:12.143-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Utopia</title><summary type='text'>Estou lendo Utopia de Thomas More. Me lembra bastante a minha utopia pessoal que comecei a nutrir aos 10 anos de idade: um mundo onde não seria preciso existir dinheiro. Parece que pensaram nisso antes ;-)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/114743988360311549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/114743988360311549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/05/utopia.html' title='Utopia'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-114692397896507317</id><published>2006-05-06T10:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T10:59:38.976-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Like This</title><summary type='text'>Like This, fucka.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/114692397896507317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/114692397896507317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/05/feeling-like-this.html' title='Feeling Like This'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-114689562113356745</id><published>2006-05-05T22:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T10:19:19.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiro Com Arco</title><summary type='text'>(a.k.a. Arco-e-Flecha)Tenho praticado tiro com arco (ou arco-e-flecha) desde o fim do ano passado. Existem várias etapas pelas quais se passa durante a prática desse esporte, associadas a mudanças no posicionamento para o tiro e, mais comumente, a acréscimos de acessórios ao tiro. Ainda estou atirando apenas indoor, em um stand de 18 metros. Durante o treino, atira-se a 5m, 10m, 14m e 18m. As </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/114689562113356745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/114689562113356745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/05/tiro-com-arco.html' title='Tiro Com Arco'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-114653813023393031</id><published>2006-05-01T23:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T23:48:50.323-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Acreditar</title><summary type='text'>Fomos treinados a acreditar nos olhosA acreditar no tato e no olfatoA acreditar, sem  nunca perguntar o porquê.Fomos treinados a sermos iguais:Aos que vieram antesAos que vieram juntoAos que vieram depoisFomos treinados a não ver o mundo, não a enxergá-loFomos produzidos pelo meio, criaturas terrenas.Aceitamos a ver o mundo assim como é postoPerante os nossos olhos, perante nosso tato.Perante </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/114653813023393031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/114653813023393031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/05/acreditar.html' title='Acreditar'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-114571086606695815</id><published>2006-04-22T09:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T10:01:06.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'>POLÍTICA VOZ</title><summary type='text'>3 - POLÍTICA VOZ(Barão Vermelho)Eu não sou mudoBalbuciando querendo falarEu sou a voz da voz do outroQue há dentro de mimGuardada falante querendo arrasarO teu castelo de areiaQue é  só soprar, soprarSoprar, soprarE ver tudo voarEu não sou a porca que nãoQuer atarracharE nem a lua que não quisNa sua mão entrarEu sou voz que quer apertarO cerco e explodirToda essa espécie de venenoChamado caretice</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/114571086606695815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/114571086606695815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/04/poltica-voz.html' title='POLÍTICA VOZ'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-114545416752485782</id><published>2006-04-19T10:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T10:42:47.536-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Isso tá ficando ridículo</title><summary type='text'>Olhem só o SPAM que eu  recebi.Tipo, não faz sentido nenhum. Dá impressão que estão tentando vender alguma coisa, mas se for isso, então o que é? Oh my god.De r ar Home O b wne h r ,Your c g redi o t doesn't matter to us !If you OW k N real e x st r at i e and want IMM g EDI u AT t Ecas c h to s x pen a d ANY way you like,or simply wish to LO j WER your monthly p r aymen c tsby a third or more, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/114545416752485782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/114545416752485782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/04/isso-t-ficando-ridculo.html' title='Isso tá ficando ridículo'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-114522105392664813</id><published>2006-04-16T22:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T23:36:07.336-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha lista de plugins para o FireFox 1.5</title><summary type='text'>Adblock Plus + Adblock Filterset.G Updater: Bloqueador de propagandas, com o atualizador automático de lista de sites. A parte ruim, que ou não tem, ou não achei, é como fazer para o Updater não apagar as mudanças que eu mesmo acrescento à lista.AddBookmark Here: ao abrir os menus de bookmarks, acrescenta uma opção que permite adicionar a página atual como um bookmark no menu.All-In-One Sidebar: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/114522105392664813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/114522105392664813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/04/minha-lista-de-plugins-para-o-firefox.html' title='Minha lista de plugins para o FireFox 1.5'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-114425004732565781</id><published>2006-04-05T12:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T16:00:40.206-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Expedição Pico dos Marins</title><summary type='text'>Vou participar de uma expedição ao Pico dos Marins, em Minas Gerais. A data prevista para saída é 15 de junho.Mais informações no decorrer do período.Expedicionários:Erasmo CardosoConceição (ninguém sabe, ninguém viu, a.k.a. "Cunhado do Erasmo")Carlos RischiotoJuliano TietzmannAlexei ZnamenskyPico dos Marins</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/114425004732565781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/114425004732565781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/04/expedio-pico-dos-marins.html' title='Expedição Pico dos Marins'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-114303763437532816</id><published>2006-03-22T11:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T11:33:42.116-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving the Planet With Plan B 2.0</title><summary type='text'>Muito interessante, saiu na Wired: Saving the Planet With Plan B 2.0. (Tradução automática: Conservando o planeta com  planta B 2,0)A idéia (uma das) que esse cara chamado Lester R. Brown defende, é que os impostos dos países migrem de renda, para energia. Quando mais energia vcê gasta, mais imposto você paga. A priori, a idéia me parece fazer muito mais sentido: ao invés de você pagar porque </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/114303763437532816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/114303763437532816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/03/saving-planet-with-plan-b-20.html' title='Saving the Planet With Plan B 2.0'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-114082789024386937</id><published>2006-02-24T21:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T21:38:10.256-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A História Re-escrita</title><summary type='text'>Como os americanos re-escrevem a História.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/114082789024386937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/114082789024386937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/02/histria-re-escrita.html' title='A História Re-escrita'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-113884285984751859</id><published>2006-02-01T22:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T23:14:19.896-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminho com Você</title><summary type='text'>Caminho com Você, estou ao Seu lado,à sua frente, à sua volta, à sua mercê.Desembaraço Seus cabelos de manhã,Lembranças de carinhos, de Você.Caminho com Você, estou aos Seus pés.Sou Sua sombra sob o calor do Sol,Se escurece sou a manta que protege,Que guarda em Nós o Seu calor Meu.Brinco com Você, brinco com as pedrasE os gravetos, com Seus dedos, Seus pêlos.Em Seus seios me aninho e descanso,Em </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/113884285984751859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/113884285984751859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/02/caminho-com-voc.html' title='Caminho com Você'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-113727655204776894</id><published>2006-01-14T16:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T10:48:14.026-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishlist</title><summary type='text'>access pointcomputador novoweb-cam (só falta instalar)monitor LCD 17" ou 19"mouse óptico (não o de 30 conto, esse é o que estou querendo trocar)escrivaninhacadeira de escritóriosofádvd - vanilla skydvd - tão perto, tão longebox dvd - matrixbox dvd - babylon 5box dvd - battlestar galacticaarco: arcoarco: flechasarco: dedeiraarco: aljavaveleiro 40 pésmoto: capacetes novosmoto: pneu traseiromoto: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/113727655204776894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/113727655204776894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/01/wishlist.html' title='Wishlist'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-113624221500343992</id><published>2006-01-02T20:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T20:52:16.873-02:00</updated><title type='text'>No entanto</title><summary type='text'>À noitebrilham as estrelase lá em cimacercada em seu quadradoEla é vermelha...(ellipsis!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/113624221500343992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/113624221500343992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-entanto.html' title='No entanto'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-113623673471683369</id><published>2006-01-02T19:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T19:18:54.743-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Maldito</title><summary type='text'>A escuridão devora o dia lentamenteEngolfando em trevas os brilhos,O sussuro das folhas sufocandoO riso das criançasO negrume espalha-se em cantos,recantos e ombrais, sorricom olho cínico escolhe o pontoonde forte acerta por do solÉ o capeta uivando à noite, filho,É a morte que assovia casualmente,É chegada a hora de quebrar suas promessasÉ chegada a hora de partir o seu altarDesce em chamas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/113623673471683369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/113623673471683369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/01/dia-maldito.html' title='Dia Maldito'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-113623376914742603</id><published>2006-01-02T18:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T18:29:29.160-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um pouco de Marcelo Nova</title><summary type='text'>Só O FimSe o chão abriu sob os seus pésE a segurança, ela sumiu da faixaSe as peças estão todas soltasE nada mais encaixaOh, crianças isso é só o fimIsso é só o fimIsso é só o fimAlgo que você não identificaInsiste em lhe atormentarVocê implora por proteçãoNão sabe como vai acabarOh, crianças isso é só o fimIsso é só o fimIsso é só o fimEsse calor insuportávelNão abranda o frio da almaA vida já </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/113623376914742603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/113623376914742603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2006/01/um-pouco-de-marcelo-nova.html' title='Um pouco de Marcelo Nova'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-113228302103208233</id><published>2005-11-18T00:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T15:32:26.146-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A história se repetindo mais uma vez</title><summary type='text'>Want to check your e-mail in Italy? Bring your passport.http://www.csmonitor.com/2005/1004/p07s01-woeu.htmlTerrorism Laws Used to Stifle Political Speechhttp://www.schneier.com/blog/archives/2005/10/terrorism_laws.htmlTwo wheels: good. Two legs: terrorist suspecthttp://women.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,17909-1829289,00.htmlStudy Reveals Pittsburgh Unprepared For Full-Scale Zombie Attackhttp://</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/113228302103208233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/113228302103208233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/11/histria-se-repetindo-mais-uma-vez.html' title='A história se repetindo mais uma vez'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-113128829043453557</id><published>2005-11-06T12:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T12:57:07.080-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Brasileiros</title><summary type='text'>Yes!! We like bananas!!Os caras nem ganharam nada ainda, só tiraram um 2o.lugar no pedaco da prova que ... não importa!! Daí fazem a festa, uááááá...Quantas vezes que já não vimos esse filme? :-)Eles têm ainda de dar a volta ao mundo. Eu começo a comemorar se eles estiverem numa boa colocação na perna que termina no Brasil, que será no dia 07 de março de 2006 (a In-Port Race será no dia 25 de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/113128829043453557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/113128829043453557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/11/brasileiros.html' title='Brasileiros'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-113120075874868465</id><published>2005-11-05T12:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T12:26:46.670-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad World</title><summary type='text'>(Orzabal -- Tears For Fears)All around me are familiar placesWorn Out PlacesWorn Out PlacesBright and Early for their Daily RacesGoing NowhereGoing NowhereTheir tears are filling up their glasses.No expressionNo expressionHide My Head I want to drown my SorrowNo TomorrowNo TomorrowAnd I find it kind of FunnyI find it kind of SadThe Dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever hadI find it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/113120075874868465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/113120075874868465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/11/mad-world.html' title='Mad World'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-113087361732775413</id><published>2005-11-01T15:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T12:29:30.400-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Please vote against software patents</title><summary type='text'>A questão das patentes de software é muito mais importante do que pode parecer a princípio, e pode afetar as vidas de todos nós, não apenas as dos nerds que ficam mexendo com computadores."Patente", por definição, é um mecanismo criado para abrir as invenções ao grande público, não para escondê-las em prol do "inventor". Esse conceito foi completamente distorcido ao longo do tempo, de modo que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/113087361732775413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/113087361732775413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/11/please-vote-against-software-patents.html' title='Please vote against software patents'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-113046639016457611</id><published>2005-10-28T00:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T00:26:56.596-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Under My Nose</title><summary type='text'>Tomei vergonha na cara. Ou melhor, no nariz. Fui ao Otorrinolaringologista. Como suspeitava, tenho pólipos nasais. Estou tomando corticoesteróides - uh, show de bola - e vou retornar ao médico na próxima terça-feira. Teve uma injeção também, e um outro remédio para tomar em alta dose e diminuir progressivamente até parar (o que já ocorreu). Estou sentindo cheiros novamente, e minha respiração </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/113046639016457611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/113046639016457611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/10/under-my-nose.html' title='Under My Nose'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-113002318573478655</id><published>2005-10-22T10:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T21:34:05.686-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Casa de Marias</title><summary type='text'>Não falei muito ainda dos primeiros dias aqui em Campinas, e venho aqui tentar a redenção para com bons amigos: as Marias e o Antônio.Eu conheço o Antônio do IBTA, onde ele trabalhou por alguns meses em São Paulo, depois ele saiu, depois voltou para coordenar o IBTA Campinas. Nas poucas vezes em que havia estado com eles antes, a filha Maria Augusta já me apelidou de Zé Louco. Quando, ainda em </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/113002318573478655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/113002318573478655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/10/casa-de-marias.html' title='Casa de Marias'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-112752196006522438</id><published>2005-09-23T21:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T21:32:40.070-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Dois Tipos (Revisitando a Velha Teoria)</title><summary type='text'>Há dois tipos de pessoas: os idiotas, e os que perceberam que são idiotas.No primeiro time, estão as pessoas mais felizes: elas vivem naquele mundo nelas, como hamsters ou chipanzés. Tudo o que faz parte de suas vidas é certo: o Sol é certo, a cenourinha é certa, a chuva é certa*. O que importa já é conhecido, e o resto de suas vidas já está traçada.No segundo time, estão os infelizes que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112752196006522438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112752196006522438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/09/os-dois-tipos-revisitando-velha-teoria.html' title='Os Dois Tipos (Revisitando a Velha Teoria)'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-112752101691523752</id><published>2005-09-23T21:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T21:16:56.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspicious behaviour on the tube</title><summary type='text'>"É realmente uma boa época pra sair o V for Vendetta - ao invés de serclassificado como Ficção, vai ser Atualidades..."http://www.guardian.co.uk/comment/story/0,,1575411,00.html</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112752101691523752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112752101691523752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/09/suspicious-behaviour-on-tube.html' title='Suspicious behaviour on the tube'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-112689705681529533</id><published>2005-09-16T15:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T15:57:36.823-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life)</title><summary type='text'>GreendayAnother turning point, a fork stuck in the road.Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go.So make the best of this test, and don't ask why.It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time.It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.I hope you had the time of your life.So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind.Hang it on a shelf in good health and good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112689705681529533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112689705681529533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/09/good-riddance-time-of-your-life.html' title='Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life)'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-112561609776007797</id><published>2005-09-01T20:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T20:08:17.766-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Instinct</title><summary type='text'>The Cranberries - Animal Instinct LyricsSuddenly something has happened to meAs I was having my cup of teaSuddenly I was feeling depressedI was utterly and totally stressedDo you know you made me cryDo you know you made me dieAnd the thing that gets to meIs you'll never really seeAnd the thing that freaks me outIs I'll always be in doubtIt is a lovely thing that we haveIt is a lovely thing that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112561609776007797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112561609776007797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/09/animal-instinct.html' title='Animal Instinct'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-112537572795421125</id><published>2005-08-30T01:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T01:59:27.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lilly's Song</title><summary type='text'>Lillies blossom in my Heart todayThey grew up shy, they grew up slowlyBut steadily its roots have found their wayAnd feeding on very Love of itLillies found it to be flowers.Lillies blossom in my Heart todayNot a single one but many,but these many are but OneIts mistery's veiled yet butLillies paint the world around.Lillies blossom in my Heart todayOne is sad, the other happyOne Can Dance, One </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112537572795421125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112537572795421125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/08/lillys-song.html' title='Lilly&apos;s Song'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-112519896557792164</id><published>2005-08-28T00:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T00:16:05.583-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequeno Embate pelo Software Livre</title><summary type='text'>Eu estava lendo uma notícia sobre um evento de software livre e, instigado pelos comentários de um leitor do site, escrevi uma resposta em defesa do Software Livre. Bem Aqui.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112519896557792164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112519896557792164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/08/pequeno-embate-pelo-software-livre.html' title='Pequeno Embate pelo Software Livre'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-112490507066523930</id><published>2005-08-24T14:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T14:37:50.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy crap</title><summary type='text'>I said: Holy crap!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112490507066523930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112490507066523930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/08/holy-crap.html' title='Holy crap'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-112489155188789376</id><published>2005-08-24T10:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T10:52:31.893-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Roda da História</title><summary type='text'>Ela gira mais uma vez... respire fundo, e vamos lá:Londres divulga "lista de conduta" pró-expulsão de estrangeiroshttp://www1.folha.uol.com.br/folha/mundo/ult94u87017.shtmlAchei ótimo o "teste Nelson Mandela".</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112489155188789376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112489155188789376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/08/roda-da-histria.html' title='Roda da História'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-112457179039731938</id><published>2005-08-20T17:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T18:11:48.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sumaré</title><summary type='text'>Já estou habitando confortavelmente a nova toca. A casa fica em Sumaré, no condomínio Villa Flora. é um condomínio fechado, porém sem nada muito ostensivo. A parte ruim aqui é que as casas são todas muito grudadas - não só pelo fato de serem geminadas, mesmo de um bloco de casas pra o próximo a distância não é tão grande.A parte boa é o sossego que tem aqui. É muito tranquilo.Ontem, 6a.feira, eu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112457179039731938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112457179039731938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/08/sumar.html' title='Sumaré'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-112457071673954320</id><published>2005-08-20T17:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T17:45:16.740-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouro de Tolo</title><summary type='text'>Composição: Raul SeixasEu devia estar contentePorque eu tenho um empregoSou um dito cidadão respeitávelE ganho quatro mil cruzeiros Por mêsEu devia agradecer ao SenhorPor ter tido sucesso na vida como artistaEu devia estar felizPorque consegui comprar um Corcel 73Eu devia estar alegre e satisfeitoPor morar em IpanemaDepois de ter passado fome por dois anosAqui na Cidade MaravilhosaAh! Eu devia </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112457071673954320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112457071673954320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/08/ouro-de-tolo.html' title='Ouro de Tolo'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-112242167452730750</id><published>2005-07-26T18:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T17:36:05.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vôo do Inferno</title><summary type='text'>No último fim de semana, eu estive em Blumenau. Perdão aos amigos que não consegui encontrar, foi muita coisa para resolver em pouco tempo.Mas o mais difícil mesmo foi o vôo da volta. O malfadado vôo 1757 da Gol, no domingo à noite.Eu ia contar a história toda em detalhes, mas já se passou muito tempo e eu esqueci. E na verdade, não importa tanto.Em resumo, o vôo de Navegantes para Congonhas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112242167452730750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112242167452730750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/07/vo-do-inferno.html' title='Vôo do Inferno'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-112181571796376119</id><published>2005-07-19T20:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T20:28:38.353-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudança Marcada</title><summary type='text'>Carrego o caminhãozinho lá em Blumenau no próximo sábado, e descarrego ele aqui em Sumaré na 2a.feira.ATÉ QUE ENFIM!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112181571796376119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112181571796376119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/07/mudana-marcada.html' title='Mudança Marcada'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-112153199568784532</id><published>2005-07-16T13:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T13:39:55.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudança</title><summary type='text'>Agora é só o que falta. A mudança.O Carlos Risc, que é o outro Administrador do sistema que eu cuido, estava com férias vencidas acumuladas ai-meu-deus-não-pode-mais, e teve de sair por duas semanas. Ele volta no dia 19, terça-feira.Eu já estou com a casa alugada em Sumaré, com as chaves, contrato, tudo certinho. Só que não posso sair. Enquanto o Risc não voltar, não posso sair.A partir da semana</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112153199568784532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112153199568784532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/07/mudana.html' title='Mudança'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-112153176644911119</id><published>2005-07-16T13:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T13:36:06.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Empresa Grande</title><summary type='text'>Eu me lembro, há não muito tempo atrás, eu repetia com convicção, que eu jamais iria querer trabalhar em uma empresa grande. E aqui estou, mordendo a língua.O que está diferente, eu? É, pra variar.Um dos argumentos que eu repetia para defender a minha convicção era de que, em uma empresa grande, é muito difícil se destacar. Isso tem se mostrado um grande falácia. Em pouco mais de 2 meses, já </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112153176644911119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112153176644911119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/07/empresa-grande.html' title='Empresa Grande'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-112110356878676743</id><published>2005-07-11T14:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T14:39:28.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Analog Kid</title><summary type='text'>-- Rush"The Analog Kid"A hot and windy August afternoonHas the trees in constant motionWith a flash of silver leavesAs they're rocking in the breezeThe boy lies in the grass with one bladeStuck between his teethA vague sensation quickensIn his young and restless heartAnd a bright and nameless visionHas him longing to depart[Chorus]You move meYou move meWith your buildings and your eyesAutumn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112110356878676743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112110356878676743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/07/analog-kid.html' title='The Analog Kid'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-112070879295049249</id><published>2005-07-07T00:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T00:59:52.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Guerra dos Mundos</title><summary type='text'>SHOW.Show, Show, Show.Eu fiquei com as unhas cravadas na cadeira do começo (ok, depois do primeiro tripod), até o final. Eu não esperava muito do filme, e também não tinha lido a história original, eu fui ver o filme vazio de expectativas.Muito bom. É quase 1 da manhã, a sessão que eu vi acabou pouco depois das 23 horas, e eu ainda estou sentindo o efeito da adrenalina no meu sangue. Ainda estou </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112070879295049249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112070879295049249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/07/guerra-dos-mundos.html' title='A Guerra dos Mundos'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-112070814848405097</id><published>2005-07-07T00:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T10:55:04.990-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lado A, Lado B</title><summary type='text'>Foi bom ir para Blumenau. Foi bom sair de Blumenau. Foi bom vir para Campinas/Hortolândia/Sumaré (aqui tudo parece muito perto, as estradas são boas).É um fato quase inegável que, não importa onde se vá, vai ter pelo menos um idiota. Quase inegável, e estatístico. Pessoas inteligentes são raras, logo idiotas são abundantes. O problema é que, se você aumenta muito o tamanho da população, o número </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112070814848405097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112070814848405097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/07/lado-lado-b.html' title='Lado A, Lado B'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-112070737079348628</id><published>2005-07-07T00:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T01:33:30.603-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Batman Begins</title><summary type='text'>Na semana passada (ou na outra), eu fui ver Batman Begins. Pra quem gosta do personagem, como eu, foi muito bom. O filme do Tim Burton, dos anos 90, foi um bom filme. A seqüência até que passou, mas depois disso os outros da série foram lixo puro concentrado.Batman Begins resgata o lado sombrio do personagem. Traz um pouco mais de realismo ao homem morcego. Mas vamos lá, como eu sou chato pra </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112070737079348628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112070737079348628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/07/batman-begins.html' title='Batman Begins'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-112053211205471686</id><published>2005-07-04T23:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T11:14:31.566-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As Massas, Os Ismos, O Orkut e o Destino da Humanidade</title><summary type='text'>MassasEu estou um pouco cansado da massificação exacerbada do mundo de hoje. Massificação e força-bruta.Eu tenho 30 anos de idade, formação superior incompleta, solteiro, sem filhos. Eu pago seguro mais caro. O seguro do meu carro é mais caro que o do cara que "seguiu a cartilha". Como diz o ditado. o justo paga pelo pecador. Não há novidade nisso. O que há, talvez, é uma falta generalizada de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112053211205471686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/112053211205471686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/07/as-massas-os-ismos-o-orkut-e-o-destino.html' title='As Massas, Os Ismos, O Orkut e o Destino da Humanidade'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-111981128122721315</id><published>2005-06-26T15:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T16:02:50.520-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequenas Memórias</title><summary type='text'>Ao parar o carro no estacionamento da IBM, eu geralmente paro no mesmo lugar, perto de uma das duas árvores. Nesta semana passada, ao manobrar perto da segunda árvore, eu notei que havia umas pelotas de resina na casca da árvore. Depois de parar o carro eu fui dar uma olhada. Eram aquelas pelotas bonitas, aquela cor de verniz, marrom-escuro-brilhante-quer-ser-âmbar-mas-é-avermelhada-demais. A </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111981128122721315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111981128122721315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/06/pequenas-memrias.html' title='Pequenas Memórias'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-111723276446015580</id><published>2005-05-27T19:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T19:26:04.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais Sonhos</title><summary type='text'>Hoje, e não é a primeira vez nos últimos dias, sonhei que havia um louva-deus na parede ao lado da cama. Nos outros dias, ele apenas ficava lá, mas hoje ele pulou em direcão à minha boca ou à minha garganta, não consegui perceber direito, ou não lembro. Acordei - sem pânico. Acordei, apenas.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111723276446015580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111723276446015580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/05/mais-sonhos.html' title='Mais Sonhos'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-111723263510882241</id><published>2005-05-27T19:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T19:26:54.913-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonho Bizarro</title><summary type='text'>[DISCLAIMER: Sonhei este sonho no fim da madrugada do dia 26/Abril]Eu estava no interior, por algum motivo eu acho que era Americana, de onde vem o Floydes, mas não era nenhum lugar que eu conheça. Então todos saíram de moto e me chamaram, mas eu estava sem moto, então fui à pé. Era de noite, e apesar de eu não me lembrar de ter visto a lua, eu sei que estava cheia pois estava claro. Chegando lá,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111723263510882241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111723263510882241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/05/sonho-bizarro.html' title='Sonho Bizarro'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-111722089453264544</id><published>2005-05-27T13:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T16:08:14.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Enquanto isso, no interiorrr de São Paulo</title><summary type='text'>Estou morando ainda na casa dos meus amigos, as Marias e o Antônio. Em outro post eu conto causos da minha estada por lá, tem sido um tempo muito feliz, pra mim com certeza, e creio que para todos os outros.Basicamente a vida aqui até agora tem sido um tanto quanto corrida, devido ao fato de eu estar correndo atrás de um monte de coisas ao mesmo tempo.O status atual é: na semana que vem, se a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111722089453264544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111722089453264544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/05/enquanto-isso-no-interiorrr-de-so.html' title='Enquanto isso, no interiorrr de São Paulo'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-111235727283162589</id><published>2005-05-26T19:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T13:27:08.016-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mina Docinho</title><summary type='text'>[DISCLAIMER: Este também faz tempo que tava no Drafts]Pode até ser que sejamos responsáveis pelos que cativamos; eu acredito que somos responsáveis pelo que falamos; mas não consigo achar que somos responsáveis pelo que as outras pessoas pensam. Leia-se "entendem". Leia-se "esperam". Leia-se "imaginaram".Algum tempo atrás, eu havia entrado no orkut em uma comunidade chamada "Odeio Mina Docinho". </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111235727283162589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111235727283162589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/05/mina-docinho.html' title='Mina Docinho'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-111150846493476145</id><published>2005-05-26T19:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T19:00:11.393-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Sozinho</title><summary type='text'>(DISCLAIMER: isso estava escrito há uns 3 meses, eu tinha esquecido de publicar)Eu disse outro dia, numa conversa ao telefone:"A história da minha vida é eu tentando ficar sozinho. Saí de Brasília, saí da casa da família, saí de São Paulo. Aqui em Blumenau, eu fiquei sozinho. Eu precisava passar por isso. Agora eu não quero mais."Eu quero voltar para perto, não porque desisti de ser eu mesmo, eu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111150846493476145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111150846493476145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/05/o-sozinho.html' title='O Sozinho'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-111414550904064032</id><published>2005-04-22T01:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T18:40:37.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cotidiano (Devaneios de uma mente inquieta)</title><summary type='text'>Alguns anos atrás, meu irmão mais velho me perguntou sobre a minha namorada, e eu respondi que as coisas estavam meio chatas, que não acontecia muita coisa. Então ele me disse algo que me acertou como um Scania descendo a ladeira: "É assim mesmo. A vida não é um filme, onde acontecem coisas emocionantes o tempo todo". Como? Quer dizer então que o destino é ter uma vida chata? Eu não pude </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111414550904064032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111414550904064032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/04/cotidiano-devaneios-de-uma-mente.html' title='Cotidiano (Devaneios de uma mente inquieta)'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-111393952402396005</id><published>2005-04-19T16:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T21:13:12.010-03:00</updated><title type='text'>IBM dias 2 &amp; 3 &amp; beyond</title><summary type='text'>No segundo dia, eu passei pela portaria porque acharam que eu era o outro Alexei que presta serviço lá. Depois disso tive de esperar alguns minutos na recepção do prédio da IBM, mas foi rápido, e logo eu estava na minha mesa.O trampo mais puxado ainda não começou, basicamente está previsto um mês e meio de treinamento. Eu vou ser administrador de WebSphere de dois sistemas diferentes da IBM, para</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111393952402396005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111393952402396005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/04/ibm-dias-2-3-beyond.html' title='IBM dias 2 &amp; 3 &amp; beyond'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-111393950913224226</id><published>2005-04-18T16:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T12:23:01.960-03:00</updated><title type='text'>IBM dia 1</title><summary type='text'>Começou bem. Bem com o pé canhoto. A G&amp;P não mandou a "carta de acesso" para a IBM, então eu fiquei na portaria do condomínio, esperando, das 9:00 às 12:30.Quando entrei, me levaram direto para a mesa do Carlos "Risc", que vai ser o colega com quem vou trabalhar, ele estava num conference call com os gerentes do projeto nos States. Já me apresentei, disse o meu "oi", e vamos lá, a reunião foi até</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111393950913224226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111393950913224226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/04/ibm-dia-1.html' title='IBM dia 1'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-111393948146546395</id><published>2005-04-18T16:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T11:30:52.753-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Auf Wiedersehen, Blumenau</title><summary type='text'>Fui. Blumenau ficou para trás. Mais uma jornada estranha, em terra estranha, com gente estranha e esquisita. :-) Calma, não é para tanto.Blumenau é uma cidade estranha. De uma beleza natural abundante, de belezas naturais muitas, mas uma cidade indecisa em sua identidade, uma cidade que se divide entre o turismo e a praia, entre amizades inabaláveis e a desconfiança, entre morros verdes e o rio </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111393948146546395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111393948146546395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/04/auf-wiedersehen-blumenau.html' title='Auf Wiedersehen, Blumenau'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-111393890938306609</id><published>2005-04-17T16:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T11:29:52.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blumenau is Over</title><summary type='text'>The Carnival is Over - Dead Can DanceOutsideThe storm clouds gathering,Moved silently along the dusty boulevard.Where flowers turning crane their fragile necksSo they can in turnReach up and kiss the sky.They are driven by a strange desireUnseen by the human eyeSomeone is calling.I remember when you held my handIn the park we would play when the circus came to town.Look! Over here.OutsideThe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111393890938306609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111393890938306609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/04/blumenau-is-over.html' title='Blumenau is Over'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-111343859055836727</id><published>2005-04-13T21:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T21:52:58.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poeminha para Lili</title><summary type='text'>We stroll hand in hand by the sidewalk of reality,Picking here and there a glimpse of a squirrel or a scent of spring flowersAnd as the path unveils itself beyond the lazy road,Our hearts sing a cute song, for Joy and Sadness lay ahead of us.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111343859055836727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111343859055836727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/04/poeminha-para-lili.html' title='Poeminha para Lili'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-111239339253067380</id><published>2005-04-01T19:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T19:09:52.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que é pior?</title><summary type='text'>Ter de ouvir o Datena, essa sumidade jornalística brasileira, verborragicamente comentar que é melhor não falar nada do que ficar falando um monte de coisas tristes sobre a iminente morte do Papa, ou ouvir os meus pais discutindo sobre o Césaro-Papismo, a Igreja Católica, a infância do Wojtila e qual é a igreja certa.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111239339253067380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111239339253067380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/04/o-que-pior.html' title='O que é pior?'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-111235730748928490</id><published>2005-04-01T09:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T19:01:21.346-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Constantine</title><summary type='text'>Vi o Constantine ontem. Apesar de não chegar nem perto do real John Constantine, foi muito melhor que a expectativa que eu tinha do filme. Então, tentando não descer muito a lenha com comparações:Gabriel quebrando as regras e ninguém percebeu? Nem Deus nem o Diabo? Unlikely.Lúcifer é gente fina? Só faltou ele dizer: cara, que legal que você me quebrou esse galho, e aí, posso te pagar uma cerva?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111235730748928490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111235730748928490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/04/constantine.html' title='Constantine'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-111205864916892844</id><published>2005-03-28T21:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T22:10:49.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias</title><summary type='text'>Não estou em Blumenau. Não estou na Internerd o dia inteiro. Emendei uma semana de férias com o feriadão, e estou agora em Brasília.Entre outras coisas, estou brincando com a minha sobrinha, que está faladeira, e tem um sorriso lindo, e tem um abraço tão gostoso que é impossível não se derreter e sublimar-se instantaneamente. Ela está naquela fase de perguntar os porquês, e 20 vezes de "não, as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111205864916892844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111205864916892844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/03/frias.html' title='Férias'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-111141294395453984</id><published>2005-03-21T09:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T21:37:12.956-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Filho Morreu</title><summary type='text'>Meu filho morreu. "Nenhum pai deveria ver o filho morrer", ecoam as histórias há milhares de anos, mas meu filho morreu. Nenhuma história agora ajuda, não há solidariedade que me ofereçam que agora eu queira. Eu quero meu filho de volta.Como um soldado, que parte para a guerra e deixa a mulher grávida, eu recebi, com alegria, com júbilo, com deleite, com o coração aberto e amoroso, a ciência da </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111141294395453984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111141294395453984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/03/meu-filho-morreu.html' title='Meu Filho Morreu'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-111134252536654929</id><published>2005-03-20T15:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T15:15:25.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amarodoce</title><summary type='text'>Amarodoce,Foi este meu crimeA embalagem instigavaAs letras derretiam na salivaA alegria escorria lentamenteAh! Resistir não foi possível:Ataque certo, certeiro, certíssimo.Alcancei Nirvana em duas bocadas:Algo assim desvia o homem!!Amei o doce, amei o amaroAmei o caldo silencioso e a vontadeArmei desculpas insípidasArmei planos para amar o doce.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111134252536654929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111134252536654929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/03/amarodoce.html' title='Amarodoce'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-111134247964100969</id><published>2005-03-20T15:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T15:14:39.643-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chance Perdida</title><summary type='text'>Era 'quela moça no cantoO assento vago ao lado me chamavaUm gesto talvez a alegrassePalavras talvez dessem sorrisos.Mas não é à minha formaTal busto, não é a linha certaEm suas coxas, há sempre um empecilhoEm sua bolsa, é sempre meio que torta.Não é que não seja bonitaNão é que eu não seja ostensivoMas não toca em minh'alma uma notaDo amor que busco, que persigo.Em luxúrias a mente se </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111134247964100969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111134247964100969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/03/chance-perdida.html' title='Chance Perdida'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-111134226372294176</id><published>2005-03-20T15:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T15:18:17.023-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem Título</title><summary type='text'>-- um versinho para o DrummondCarlos canta uma modinhaTão lindinha, sem riminhaCarlos canta às vezes tristeOu, de tão singelo, até mesmo riste.Ouço Carlos cantar uma, duas musiquinhasE estradas, queijos, chuvas e saudades de Minas.Carlos obsceno explora fêmeasCom sua língua ferina e mineira.À la carioca percorre corpos, entorta escadas.Carlos não tem medo ou vergonhaNem mesmo a paz do coito ele </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111134226372294176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111134226372294176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/03/sem-ttulo.html' title='Sem Título'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-111022336356526891</id><published>2005-03-07T16:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T16:31:01.846-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E amanhã...</title><summary type='text'>...voltam as aulas de Alemão. Aber, ich habe Alles vergassen.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111022336356526891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111022336356526891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/03/e-amanh.html' title='E amanhã...'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-111022326996125626</id><published>2005-03-07T16:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T16:21:09.963-03:00</updated><title type='text'>And right now...</title><summary type='text'>Trilha sonora do momento: Enya, e deleito-me particularmente com Evening Falls.When the evening falls and the daylight is fading,From within me calls - could it be I am sleeping?For a moment I stray, then it holds me completely.Close to home - I cannot say.Close to home feeling so far away.As I walk there before me a shadowFrom another world, where no other can follow.Carry me to my own, to where</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111022326996125626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111022326996125626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/03/and-right-now.html' title='And right now...'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-111022324185547650</id><published>2005-03-07T16:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T16:20:41.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim de Semana: Domingo</title><summary type='text'>Acordei bem tarde, daí fui almoçar no China In Box, depois, .... hit the road, Jack.Rodei uns 100km, passei por Pomerode, fui tentar achar a estrada para Timbó que passa por Rio dos Cedros, mas no fim peguei outro caminho, e quando eu percebi, decidi continuar adiante. Fui parar em Jaraguá do Sul, depois voltei pela estrada de Massaranduba. Meus braços estão queimados em cima, e crus embaixo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111022324185547650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111022324185547650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/03/fim-de-semana-domingo.html' title='Fim de Semana: Domingo'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-111022039267620251</id><published>2005-03-07T15:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T16:17:31.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim de Semana: Sábado</title><summary type='text'>Fui dar aula pro trio parada dura: Ricardo, Nane, Clóvis. Foi lá no apê da Nane, lá no Garcia.Eu sou muito auto-crítico, então achei meia boca, mas de verdade, eu não me preparei o bastante para a aula, eu devia ter estudado mais o material, antes, testado algumas coisas. Mas, enfim, acho que pro objetivo de ajudar os três, foi bom o bastante.Saí de lá, fui pra casa, dormi até umas 8, 9, sei lá </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111022039267620251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/111022039267620251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/03/fim-de-semana-sbado.html' title='Fim de Semana: Sábado'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-110977035405353109</id><published>2005-03-02T10:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T10:36:17.850-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Finalmente...</title><summary type='text'>... após vários dias de inferno na terra, hoje está nublado e a temperatura mais amena e agradável. E está entrando um vento sul suave, e vento é sempre bom. :-)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/110977035405353109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/110977035405353109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/03/finalmente.html' title='Finalmente...'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-110976748761359682</id><published>2005-03-02T09:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T10:29:52.876-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio</title><summary type='text'>Lanço aqui um desafio: eu queria ver um desses malabaristas de semáforo, bater  embaixadinha com uma bola em chamas.Ao que o Jaison aqui do escritório acrescentou: e com a camiseta encharcada de gasolina.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/110976748761359682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/110976748761359682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/03/desafio.html' title='Desafio'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-110945363352519176</id><published>2005-02-26T18:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T18:33:53.526-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Boa Cabelo!</title><summary type='text'>Se não viu ainda, veja: Boa CabeloMomentos históricos:Enquanto Golias fica olhando a mão de Cabelo com cara de mongolóide, o Cabelo, num rápido movimento, saca o burdoguinho, passa por debaixo da perna de Golias e enfia o burdoguinho no baricentro anal de GoliasCabelo: Opa!!! TA GELADO AÍ SEU FILHO DA PUTA!!! AGORA VOCÊ VAI CONHECER O BURDOGUINHO COMO NINGUÉM NUNCA CONHECEU, POR *DENTRO*!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/110945363352519176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/110945363352519176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/02/boa-cabelo.html' title='Boa Cabelo!'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-110945316592202079</id><published>2005-02-26T18:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T15:43:30.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Magno cum gaudio</title><summary type='text'>O Arnaldo Cóió vai ficar em casa esta semana. Hoje de manhã, eu contando pra ele:- Então, Cóió, ontem à noite eu tava falando com uma amiga minha de Brasília no MSN, ela e um amigo meu marcaram um dia pra dar uma.- Ahn?- É, ela é advogada, daí eu falei pra ela que advogado é uma merda, até pra foda precisa negociar.- Ah tá. E você sabe qual vai ser a pauta?- Não, cara, eu não vi, não folheei o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/110945316592202079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/110945316592202079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/02/magno-cum-gaudio.html' title='Magno cum gaudio'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-110934336265234981</id><published>2005-02-25T11:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T16:20:08.016-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Bossless Day</title><summary type='text'>Bossless é sempre bom.Ontem o Ricardo foi lá em casa, tomando umas cervas. Uma Norteña (Uruguay), e um pacote de latinhas de Skol. Por algum motivo, havia um vidrinho de caviar (chique!) na geladeira, e ele nunca tinha experimentado, então abrimos e matamos.Escrevi mais.Toquei adiante a idéia louca do roteiro de um curta-metragem.Encontrei a música do Blade Runner, One More Kiss, na coletânea do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/110934336265234981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/110934336265234981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-bossless-day.html' title='Happy Bossless Day'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-110930484423128503</id><published>2005-02-25T01:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T11:14:11.260-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SAVAGE</title><summary type='text'>É escuro ainda, já estou em pé,Os instintos atiçados: dia de pilotar.Faz-se o ritual, a veste de couro,      aconchegante proteção, uma malícia no ar.Insinuante, lá está ela: a máquina, perfeita,Seus detalhes sutis inspirando um misto de inquietude e euforia.Deslizo a perna por sobre seu corpo, o encaixe é perfeito.Com carinho, aperto seus botões, preparo-a para o passeio:Ela se apronta. Ao toque</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/110930484423128503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/110930484423128503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/02/savage.html' title='SAVAGE'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-110924739842384914</id><published>2005-02-24T09:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T10:00:06.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzzz</title><summary type='text'>sonomuuuitoso..so..uaaaaaaa... noOntem estava um pouco nublado, mas quente como o inferno. Hoje choveu, a temperatura está melhor, mas com esse sono, eu queria era ficar em casa.UpdateNada como um bom café (aliás, hoje estava sensacional!!!), pra dar aquela acordada :-)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/110924739842384914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/110924739842384914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/02/zzzz.html' title='Zzzz'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-110924599611060622</id><published>2005-02-23T17:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T08:53:16.110-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia estranho</title><summary type='text'>Dia estranho. Estava com cheiro de remédio, de hospital.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/110924599611060622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/110924599611060622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/02/dia-estranho.html' title='Dia estranho'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257257.post-110918667371022798</id><published>2005-02-23T16:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T16:24:33.713-03:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my kind of town, Chicago</title><summary type='text'>Frank Sinatra sings. É canastrão, eu sei, mas tem seus momentos.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/110918667371022798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257257/posts/default/110918667371022798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blusso.blogspot.com/2005/02/this-is-my-kind-of-town-chicago.html' title='This is my kind of town, Chicago'/><author><name>russoz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
