<?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-5542023</id><updated>2011-08-17T04:13:00.217+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Praia</title><subtitle type='html'>«I try to be as progressive as I can possibly be, as long as I don't have to try too hard.» (Lou Reed)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ivan</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>1416</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542023.post-8823304605742285921</id><published>2007-05-25T15:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T15:37:19.914+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mais cedo que tarde, disse eu.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/8823304605742285921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/8823304605742285921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#8823304605742285921' title=''/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-7158209191902647348</id><published>2007-05-10T17:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T23:00:20.815+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não sei se as legendas fazem falta</title><summary type='text'>Isto é um excerto do filme Climas, que está neste momento em exibição em Lisboa. Não sei se as legendas fazem falta. Por cima deste excerto não posso pôr mais nada. Ao fim de quase quatro anos, não faz muito sentido continuar a ter o mesmo blog. Não é possível continuar a escrever como em 2003. Mais cedo que tarde, voltarei a ter um blog individual, com outro endereço, outro nome e outro layout (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/7158209191902647348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/7158209191902647348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#7158209191902647348' title='Não sei se as legendas fazem falta'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-4290984691754404734</id><published>2007-05-08T11:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T11:37:31.774+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/4290984691754404734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/4290984691754404734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#4290984691754404734' title=''/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-117051138914382065</id><published>2007-02-03T13:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-03T14:03:10.150Z</updated><title type='text'>Um instante de lucidez</title><summary type='text'>«Por isso, e apesar da [sic] minha opinião não interessar a ninguém...»[Esther Mucznik, no Público de hoje, num artigo que esclareço que não li.]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/117051138914382065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/117051138914382065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117051138914382065' title='Um instante de lucidez'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-116991648986857275</id><published>2007-01-27T16:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-27T16:48:09.903Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Da vontade de não ser levado a sérioRui TavaresPúblico, 27 de Janeiro de 2007No meu tempo de faculdade, a única maneira de ainda ter aulas com o professor José Mattoso era inscrevermo-nos numa cadeira opcional de História das Religiões na Idade Média. Eu fui um dos sortudos que assistiram a essas aulas - e uma em particular é o ponto de partida para esta crónica. Naquele dia o professor comentava</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/116991648986857275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/116991648986857275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116991648986857275' title=''/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-116981702892052835</id><published>2007-01-26T13:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-26T13:10:56.000Z</updated><title type='text'>Lacaias assim</title><summary type='text'>[À investigação do Miguel Marujo]A ministra dos Negócios Estrangeiros da Colômbia é com toda a probabilidade uma lacaia do imperialismo. Oxalá houvesse muitas lacaias assim.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/116981702892052835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/116981702892052835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116981702892052835' title='Lacaias assim'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-116965704075972778</id><published>2007-01-24T16:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-24T16:44:00.903Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Retrato de Tom Zé por Vera Tavares, do livroCarlos Vaz Marques recolhe em livro um conjunto de entrevistas que fez com músicos brasileiros para o programa de rádio «Pessoal e… Transmissível». Não é perfeitamente claro que haja nestas entrevistas uma identidade de estilo: algumas são biográficas, outras quase «doutrinárias»; algumas apresentações de músicos, outras conversas com interlocutores </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/116965704075972778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/116965704075972778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116965704075972778' title=''/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-116923397703509271</id><published>2007-01-19T17:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-19T19:33:51.026Z</updated><title type='text'>Woody Allen 2007</title><summary type='text'>Francamente, não me ocorre nenhum pretexto para esta fotografiaNo âmbito de um texto sobre os filmes que vi no ano passado, fiz um comentário superficial a Match Point (2005) – que obteve reacção imediata, por exemplo, ali. Nesse comentário, eu estabelecia uma comparação entre o penúltimo Woody Allen e dois outros filmes mais antigos, geralmente considerados «menores»: A Maldição do Escorpião de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/116923397703509271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/116923397703509271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116923397703509271' title='Woody Allen 2007'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-116906290976701735</id><published>2007-01-17T19:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-17T19:41:50.080Z</updated><title type='text'>Um contra todos</title><summary type='text'>Escrevo num sms: «O filho da Francisca nasceu!» e dou-me conta da incongruência da frase. É muito mais raro escrever que fulano de tal nasceu do que fulano de tal morreu - pelo menos com valor informativo, como novidade, num sms. Revejo as mensagens dos últimos tempos: é Pinochet, Cesariny, Robert Altman, Fidel Castro, Noiret, contra o filho da Francisca! Pois parece que foi esta tarde: uma coisa</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/116906290976701735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/116906290976701735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116906290976701735' title='Um contra todos'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-116605654611365061</id><published>2006-12-14T00:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-14T00:47:14.680Z</updated><title type='text'>Verdes anos</title><summary type='text'>O artigo de Pedro Mexia na revista do Diário de Notícias do último sábado era uma homenagem a Adrienne Shelly. Shelly não era uma actriz célebre. Entrava nos primeiros dois filmes de Hal Hartley – Trust (1990) e The Unbelievable Truth (1989) – que vimos à entrada da década de 1990. Esses dois filmes, mais Simple Men (1991), marcaram uma época, e marcaram-nos a nós, que os vimos naquela altura; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/116605654611365061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/116605654611365061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116605654611365061' title='Verdes anos'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-116551823723414826</id><published>2006-12-07T18:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-07T19:03:57.283Z</updated><title type='text'>Taça UEFA</title><summary type='text'>Há muita gente convencida de que o Sporting perdeu na terça-feira a oportunidade de jogar para a Taça UEFA. Pelo contrário. Depois do que se passou na terça-feira, o Sporting vai passar a época inteira a jogar para a Taça UEFA. A do próximo ano, bem entendido.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/116551823723414826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/116551823723414826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116551823723414826' title='Taça UEFA'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-116421754895688155</id><published>2006-11-22T17:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-29T19:02:33.480Z</updated><title type='text'>Altman</title><summary type='text'>Julianne Moore em Shortcuts - clicar para verRobert Altman, que morreu esta semana, conheceu uma espécie de moda nos inícios dos anos 1990, com «O Jogador» (1992) e «Shortcuts» (1993). Vi uns cinco dele a partir daí (Kansas City, Prêt-a-porter, Gosford Park), nada para trás, e gostei dos dois primeiros. Mas no essencial ficou só uma imagem, Julianne Moore (que na altura eu não sabia que era </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/116421754895688155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/116421754895688155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116421754895688155' title='Altman'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-116170449159918512</id><published>2006-10-25T01:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T01:39:39.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Esta rapaziada deve estar a tocar automaticamente quando se entra na página. Se não, é questão de carregar no play ali em cima à direita. E clicar na foto para aumentar.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/116170449159918512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/116170449159918512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116170449159918512' title=''/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-116170547334365228</id><published>2006-10-24T16:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T19:09:15.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O direito</title><summary type='text'>Eu não sei, nem tenho, pelo menos agora, maneira de saber de quem é este texto; e tão pouco onde e quando foi publicado. É dessas coisas que circulam por email, apócrifas, muitas vezes atribuído a Millor Fernandes ou Luís Fernando Veríssimo, ou mesmo a um Pedro Ivo Resende que nem sequer sei se existe. Ao contrário de outros textos do género, porém, este é bom. E hoje a publicação é mais que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/116170547334365228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/116170547334365228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116170547334365228' title='O direito'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-116169841151298727</id><published>2006-10-24T14:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T16:03:03.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paulinha</title><summary type='text'>Tatuou um ganesh na coxachegou com a boca roxa de botoxexigindo rocksMacacos me mordam se tenho alguma ideia do que estes versos podem querer dizer. A letra parece ser um disparate completo: passa três minutos a chamar a outra de «rata». E acrescenta o pormenor bizarro de dedicar a canção ao «zeca», que pelas minhas contas é o próprio filho do Caetano com a Paula Lavigne. Mas a entrada rockeira é</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/116169841151298727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/116169841151298727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116169841151298727' title='Paulinha'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-116126831285925665</id><published>2006-10-19T15:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T15:31:53.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cúmulos</title><summary type='text'>Era tão anarquista que não tinha sistema nervoso central.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/116126831285925665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/116126831285925665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116126831285925665' title='Cúmulos'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-116119099601665691</id><published>2006-10-18T17:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T13:45:06.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Odeio</title><summary type='text'>Para anunciar que este blog vai acabar, já é tarde: há semanas que quem passa por aqui não encontra novidades. Para anunciar que acabou, ainda é cedo: não sei o que me reservam os próximos meses. Não sei se é purgatório, se é apenas limbo este estado em que me encontro.Entretanto, duas notas sobre personagens que me dizem muito. A música que toca neste blog, a última que acrescentei à music-box (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/116119099601665691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/116119099601665691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116119099601665691' title='Odeio'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-116828495142592808</id><published>2006-09-28T19:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T16:24:37.276Z</updated><title type='text'>O paraíso já</title><summary type='text'>Ainda está em exibição em Lisboa (no King) Paradise Now, um filme palestiniano sobre dois bombistas suicidas. Tem aspectos esquemáticos, designadamente um diálogo entre um personagem que defende o bombismo e outro que defende a resistência pacífica (sendo que o segundo é mulher e bonita e letrada). Mas globalmente é um bom filme, uma boa surpresa. Para mim, a surpresa maior foi ver que o filme </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/116828495142592808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/116828495142592808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#116828495142592808' title='O paraíso já'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-116828460814798945</id><published>2006-09-28T19:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T19:30:08.183Z</updated><title type='text'>O legado de Isaiah Berlin</title><summary type='text'>[Publicado originariamente no 5 dias.]Uma das coisas que suscita curiosidade sobre a China é saber como são a televisão e as livrarias – isto é, como é a liberdade de imprensa. Nos hotéis onde estive apanhavam-se geralmente cerca de trinta canais – quase todos em mandarim, um canal chinês falado em inglês e, ocasionalmente, canais internacionais, como a CNN. A ementa dos canais chineses não </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/116828460814798945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/116828460814798945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#116828460814798945' title='O legado de Isaiah Berlin'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115928047576238410</id><published>2006-09-26T15:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T15:56:27.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Em Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou (2004), há um negão que aparece no ecrã, sem anúncio prévio, e canta músicas de David Bowie em português, virando as letras todas do avesso. «Five Years», na versão de Seu Jorge, está agora ali na music-box.Em complemento do texto de ontem do Pedro Magalhães, não percam o texto do Chico Buarque e a entrevista do Caetano sobre as eleições brasileiras, que o Rui </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115928047576238410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115928047576238410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115928047576238410' title=''/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115920535029769505</id><published>2006-09-25T18:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T18:29:10.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Este rapaz é tão bom, podia escrever no Economist.Lula e o futuroPedro MagalhãesPúblico, 25 de Setembro 2006Nos seis meses que precederam as eleições presidenciais brasileiras de 2002, o real perdeu 40 por cento do seu valor e o índice de bolsa de São Paulo baixou cerca de 30 por cento. Em Junho desse ano, Alan Greenspan, chefe do banco central americano, avisava que «a causa da crise brasileira </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115920535029769505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115920535029769505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115920535029769505' title=''/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115866647337042018</id><published>2006-09-25T00:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T00:53:17.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a baby that is shivering</title><summary type='text'>Cohen fez 72 anos na quinta-feira passada.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115866647337042018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115866647337042018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115866647337042018' title='Like a baby that is shivering'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115914107112109587</id><published>2006-09-25T00:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T00:43:20.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A young poet from Canada</title><summary type='text'>Às vezes estou a ouvir o primeiro disco de Cohen, gravado em 1967 («Suzanne», ou «So Long, Marianne», ou «Sisters of Mercy»), e ocorre-me esta ideia bizarra: a voz que estou a ouvir como se fosse agora, como se fosse em directo, vem de um mundo em que «Suzanne», «So Long, Marianne» e «Sisters of Mercy» ainda não existiam. Não eram canções milhões de vezes ouvidas, canções mais uma vez recitadas. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115914107112109587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115914107112109587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115914107112109587' title='A young poet from Canada'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115894500381738079</id><published>2006-09-22T18:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T18:10:03.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115894500381738079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115894500381738079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115894500381738079' title=''/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115885400141755220</id><published>2006-09-21T19:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T19:36:19.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He won't come. We won't talk. We won't laugh. (...) We won't sit down together to watch The Simpsons and Seinfeld, and we won't listen to Johnny Cash, and we won't feel the strong embrace.[Do texto lido pelo escritor israelita David Grossman no funeral do seu filho, militar morto na guerra do mês passado.]Na music-box, lá em cima à direita, «The man comes around», do último disco que Johnny Cash </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115885400141755220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115885400141755220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115885400141755220' title=''/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-116828354553310428</id><published>2006-09-21T18:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T19:12:25.576Z</updated><title type='text'>Turista ocidental</title><summary type='text'>[Publicado originariamente no 5 dias.]Gostava de contar coisas sobre a China, onde passei o mês de Agosto. Mas por onde começar? A missão é homérica. A primeira expressão que me saiu quando tentei falar aos meus amigos foi dizer que o mês foi «trabalhoso». Um mês de férias, mas trabalhoso. Na China - e clarifico, porque tudo o que eu disser sobre a China é Xangai, Beijing e mais duas outras </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/116828354553310428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/116828354553310428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#116828354553310428' title='Turista ocidental'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115877209874697905</id><published>2006-09-21T00:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T00:57:47.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Xangai</title><summary type='text'>Foto da minha casa em Xangai. Outras notícias ali.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115877209874697905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115877209874697905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115877209874697905' title='Xangai'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115859242836167288</id><published>2006-09-20T10:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T19:55:41.346+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Breves</title><summary type='text'>«A recuperação física do Jardel tem sido excepcional, tendo em conta que ele esteve quase três anos sem jogar futebol com regularidade», disse Jardel.Numa reunião com membros do seu partido, o primeiro-ministro da Hungria reconheceu que mentiu «de manhã, à tarde e à noite» para conseguir a reeleição, escondendo a dimensão do défice das contas públicas e dos cortes necessários para as equilibrar. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115859242836167288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115859242836167288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115859242836167288' title='Breves'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115859045177982309</id><published>2006-09-18T11:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T16:42:47.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um momentinho</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115859045177982309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115859045177982309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115859045177982309' title='Um momentinho'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115409409243584653</id><published>2006-07-28T14:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T14:47:40.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Às vezes há oásis assim</title><summary type='text'>Tenho de começar a ter mais cuidadinho com as recomendações de leitura que faço. Ontem à noite, o abrupto tinha um link para o meu blog, por causa da música de Paolo Conte que está a tocar. O link era das onze e tal da noite. À uma e picos, de forma imprevidente e distraída, eu transcrevi aqui uma parte de um post de Ricardo Araújo Pereira em que o Dr. Pacheco é retratado com alguma malícia. O Dr</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115409409243584653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115409409243584653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115409409243584653' title='Às vezes há oásis assim'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115409354906876884</id><published>2006-07-28T14:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T14:32:29.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Guerra é guerra</title><summary type='text'>Na mesma semana, os terroristas tentaram fazer desaparecer do mapa o Estado de Israel e o blog do Dr. Pacheco Pereira. Os ataques foram vigorosamente repelidos.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115409354906876884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115409354906876884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115409354906876884' title='Guerra é guerra'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115404597813702642</id><published>2006-07-28T01:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T01:19:38.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A ler</title><summary type='text'>«De manhã, à hora a que a generalidade dos homens está a fazer a barba, o Pacheco Pereira está a pendurar poemas no blogue. E pendura-os com a mesma burocracia nos gestos com que os outros homens fazem a barba. Os homens não fazem comentários à barba e o Pacheco Pereira também não comenta os poemas. (...) O Pacheco Pereira exibe poemas como aqueles senhores, na rua, exibem os genitais. Abre a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115404597813702642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115404597813702642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115404597813702642' title='A ler'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115399590680671471</id><published>2006-07-27T11:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T11:25:06.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A ver</title><summary type='text'>O video do ano.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115399590680671471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115399590680671471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115399590680671471' title='A ver'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115393291029709530</id><published>2006-07-26T17:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T18:05:32.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A ler</title><summary type='text'>Algumas coisas bastante evidentes escritas por Eduardo Nogueira Pinto.Às vezes, a guerra é apenas a continuação da estupidez por outros meios, por João Pinto e Castro. E também isto, isto e isto, no mesmo blog.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115393291029709530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115393291029709530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115393291029709530' title='A ler'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115383672846663958</id><published>2006-07-25T15:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T15:56:43.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A ler</title><summary type='text'>Remember the argument for the Iraq war - that the overthrow of Saddam Hussein would lead to a stable, democratic Iraq and bring peace between Israelis and Palestinians? Remember the argument that the key problem in the Israeli-Palestinian conflict was lack of Palestinian democracy? Remember Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice's promise that the U.S. would "support the new Lebanon"?In truth, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115383672846663958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115383672846663958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115383672846663958' title='A ler'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115383617279585708</id><published>2006-07-25T15:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T15:02:52.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(...) A imposição de um dress code - expressão nascida no final dos anos 60 mas que os yuppies introduziram no léxico empresarial - é comum a muitas organizações e tem razões claras: criar um clima de repressão e de limitação da liberdade individual ou ser usado como ferramenta de segregação e desigualdade social. (...) Nos anos 60 e 70, na Europa e nos Estados Unidos, a luta pelos direitos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115383617279585708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115383617279585708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115383617279585708' title=''/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115378479461680707</id><published>2006-07-25T00:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T00:46:34.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A ler</title><summary type='text'>Há, de facto, mais racionalidade em pensar assim, por Paulo Pedroso.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115378479461680707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115378479461680707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115378479461680707' title='A ler'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115378509031462749</id><published>2006-07-24T16:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T00:51:30.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponto de situação</title><summary type='text'>(...) Although Israel claims to be cutting Hizbullah’s military capacity there is, so far, little evidence of that. Hizbullah’s guerrilla fighters may instead claim some sort of success by the mere fact that they continue to exist as a fighting force after two weeks of sustained attacks. (...) It may be impossible for Israel to defeat the irregular force from the air, and airstrikes are claiming </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115378509031462749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115378509031462749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115378509031462749' title='Ponto de situação'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115375153454865108</id><published>2006-07-24T15:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T15:32:14.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TO THOSE who were young then, the late 1960s were the best thing since 1789.[do obituário do Economist sobre Syd Barrett, que se pode ler sem pagar.]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115375153454865108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115375153454865108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115375153454865108' title=''/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115322994727149985</id><published>2006-07-18T14:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T14:39:07.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As reacções à cabeçada de Zidane na final do Campeonato Mundial de Futebol deram origem ao aparecimento de dois grupos de pessoas: os que consideraram o gesto indesculpável e a sanção justa e os que se recusaram a julgar de forma definitiva o jogador francês e consideraram que tinham de saber, antes disso, o que lhe tinha dito o defesa italiano Materazzi para levar um homem habitualmente calmo a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115322994727149985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115322994727149985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115322994727149985' title=''/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115280763427502036</id><published>2006-07-13T17:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T17:20:34.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisa séria</title><summary type='text'>«A idade, com a ajuda da vaidade, dá-me para querer ser esperto e defensivo.»Há muita coisa nova de música brasileira a toda a hora, gente a cantar como não-sei-quem, a imitar não-sei-o-quê, a aproveitar a moda da bossa-nova e das mulheres que miam como gatos. É de desconfiar de quase tudo. Por outro lado, dá-me ideia que esta Cibelle é coisa séria.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115280763427502036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115280763427502036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115280763427502036' title='Coisa séria'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115274618735695125</id><published>2006-07-13T00:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T00:34:38.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alta cultura? Think again</title><summary type='text'>A generalidade das traduções para português podem não ser muito boas, mas temos algumas pessoas que se dedicam à tradução que são perfeitamente inatacáveis, não é? Think again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115274618735695125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115274618735695125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115274618735695125' title='Alta cultura? Think again'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115274722982889462</id><published>2006-07-13T00:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T00:33:49.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma das melhores coisas que a internet deu à Humanidade</title><summary type='text'>Este blog tem andado tão esculhambado que nem quis assinalar o aniversário, no dia 3 (mas isso é mais uma razão para ficar reconhecido à lembrança do Marujo). Para mim, a blogosfera tem três anos; e o uso intensivo da internet, nas suas quase infinitas possibilidades, praticamente o mesmo tempo na minha vida. Ler o jornal diário é ainda uma obrigação - mas é standard fare, a ração comum.(...) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115274722982889462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115274722982889462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115274722982889462' title='Uma das melhores coisas que a internet deu à Humanidade'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115274475744975377</id><published>2006-07-12T23:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T23:54:58.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspectiva</title><summary type='text'>É curioso como é importante ser o amante em vez do corno. Porque, bem vistas as coisas, é uma questão de perspectiva.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115274475744975377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115274475744975377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115274475744975377' title='Perspectiva'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115274469632305395</id><published>2006-07-12T23:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T23:58:06.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>An acquaintance</title><summary type='text'>Jeff: My problem is... I don’t know about the divorce thing because… you know, I don’t want her telling people about me, I don’t want things to come out in court - I never broke the law, you know, but personal things…Larry: What kind of things? What do you mean?J: Like sexual. You know, there are certain sexual things that I like and I don’t want Susie yammering about what they are - they’re not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115274469632305395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115274469632305395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115274469632305395' title='An acquaintance'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115271350090806386</id><published>2006-07-12T15:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T15:11:41.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Os portugueses acabam de descobrir as mamas. Ou assim parece, a julgar pelos anúncios, que apareceram quase ao mesmo tempo, à água das pedras com sabor a melão e à super bock. A água das pedras apresenta como slogan «melões de dar água na boca» e tem um spot televisivo centrado numa rapariga em biquini a jogar raquetes na praia; aliás, centrado no biquini, com referência aos melões. O anúncio da </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115271350090806386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115271350090806386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115271350090806386' title=''/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115229119851181420</id><published>2006-07-07T17:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T17:53:18.600+01:00</updated><title type='text'>7/7</title><summary type='text'>Having just returned to America after a year's absence, I'm pondering this question: Why is it that the United States, which has not suffered a major terrorist attack at home for more than four years, thinks it's at war, while the United Kingdom, which was hit by a major terrorist attack just a year ago, does not?The evocation of war is omnipresent in the US. Turn on Fox News and you find a war </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115229119851181420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115229119851181420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115229119851181420' title='7/7'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115202009276591043</id><published>2006-07-04T14:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T15:50:53.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Da série Nós que não sabemos cantar</title><summary type='text'>Gostava de gravar como Paolo Conte. Isso de «ter voz» é bastante relativo. Passa «Danson Metropoli», do álbum Una faccia in prestito (1995). A letra está aqui, mas para mim não é muito importante: sou capaz de cantar estas coisas todas sem ter a menor ideia do que estou a  dizer. E passa-se o mesmo em português.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115202009276591043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115202009276591043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115202009276591043' title='Da série Nós que não sabemos cantar'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115201685063504269</id><published>2006-07-04T13:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T13:47:44.163+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hasta llorar</title><summary type='text'>(...) El fútbol debería dar más que pensar. Pocas cosas hacen que millones de personas salten a la vez de alegría, en los estadios y en sus casas, por algo en lo que de hecho no han tenido participación – un gol – y que en modo alguno va a afectarles, para bien ni para mal, en sus vidas y problemas personales. Quien está en paro lo seguirá estando al día siguiente; a quien ha perdido a un ser </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115201685063504269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115201685063504269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115201685063504269' title='Hasta llorar'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115143076431342372</id><published>2006-06-27T18:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T13:29:56.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>(continua)</title><summary type='text'>Não vou dizer nomes. Quem não entende um jogador de futebol que chora não entende nada de bola.[A explicação está aqui: Nor should the depth of those dreams be minimized.]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115143076431342372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115143076431342372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115143076431342372' title='(continua)'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115141907570762792</id><published>2006-06-27T15:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T18:35:22.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Festa é festa</title><summary type='text'>Mão amiga faz-me chegar um anúncio à Festa do Avante que incita: «Informa-te nos centros de trabalho do PCP e participa nas jornadas de trabalho.» Isto para mim já é trabalho a mais.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115141907570762792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115141907570762792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115141907570762792' title='Festa é festa'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115107283284227078</id><published>2006-06-23T15:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T15:27:12.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Brasileirismo</title><summary type='text'>Acabo de ler o que escreveu sobre a sessão de Alexandre Soares Silva, ontem, na Casa Pessoa. (...) Agora, brasileirismo a sério veio no fim, quando ele disse: «Nós agora vamos jantar, se quiserem venham também... etc.»[um email]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115107283284227078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115107283284227078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115107283284227078' title='Brasileirismo'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115106004422644639</id><published>2006-06-23T11:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T11:54:04.310+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais cedo ou mais tarde, o seu ex-diário</title><summary type='text'>Dois elogios ao Pacheco Pereira: tem toda a razão quando protesta por o Público ocupar as primeiras dezassete páginas da edição de ontem com o mundial de futebol. Não havia sequer nenhuma notícia especialmente relevante: o rame-rame da selecção, preparando o jogo de daí a três dias, depois de uma vitória medíocre num jogo para cumprir calendário. Outro elogio por colocar online o artigo que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115106004422644639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115106004422644639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115106004422644639' title='Mais cedo ou mais tarde, o seu ex-diário'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115101685950100432</id><published>2006-06-22T23:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T23:54:19.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Visita</title><summary type='text'>Este final de tarde fui à casa Fernando Pessoa ver o Alexandre Soares Silva. A coisa curiosa começa logo aí: eram seis e meia da tarde, talvez mais uns minutos, e o Soares Silva olhou para o relógio e disse: «Boa noite - já é boa noite». Estamos nos dias mais longos do ano, suponho que português nenhum se lembraria de dizer que àquela hora era de noite. Talvez em São Paulo esta coisa do dia mais </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115101685950100432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115101685950100432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115101685950100432' title='Visita'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115090658025372338</id><published>2006-06-21T17:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T17:16:20.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Betinhos</title><summary type='text'>Já acho bastante curioso que os jogadores da selecção portuguesa se cumprimentem com um beijinho, num país em que os homens nunca se beijam (a não ser entre familiares próximos). Mas o que me faz mais confusão é aquela coisa de ser um beijinho só, como se fossem tias da Lapa.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115090658025372338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115090658025372338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115090658025372338' title='Betinhos'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115090402075028553</id><published>2006-06-21T16:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T16:33:40.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As coisas que hoje em dia se encontram na net</title><summary type='text'>Negrete (queridos anos 80).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115090402075028553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115090402075028553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115090402075028553' title='As coisas que hoje em dia se encontram na net'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115063191029976562</id><published>2006-06-18T12:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T12:58:30.310+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Expressões que urge recuperar</title><summary type='text'>E, quando assim é, quem ganha é a modalidade.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115063191029976562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115063191029976562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115063191029976562' title='Expressões que urge recuperar'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-115021151029416804</id><published>2006-06-13T16:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T16:12:37.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pontes, que em Veneza são muitas</title><summary type='text'>«Uma semana com dois feriados à terça e à quinta é uma espécie de Veneza: vemos pontes por todo o lado. Ou melhor: é como se toda a semana se transformasse numa espécie de imponente ponte de três arcos, saltando por cima de três rios de trabalho e sobrevoando-os a uma altitude prudente (...).Ao ouvir certos discursos "antipônticos" dir-se-ia que a salvação para o desenvolvimento do país estaria </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115021151029416804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/115021151029416804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115021151029416804' title='Pontes, que em Veneza são muitas'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114985136328875153</id><published>2006-06-09T12:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T13:01:19.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Se você fosse uma selecção presente no Mundial, qual seria?</title><summary type='text'>Bom. Cela va sans dire.[via BI]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114985136328875153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114985136328875153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114985136328875153' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://radiocomercial.clix.pt/destaques/quizz/futebol/index.asp&quot;&gt;Se você fosse uma selecção presente no Mundial, qual seria?&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114969613586218127</id><published>2006-06-07T16:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T17:05:01.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'>eh lá! isto não é brincadeira nenhuma!</title><summary type='text'>Jenna Jameson, tal como se apresentava há dias no BombaNão me interpretem mal: as fotos são sem dúvida muito belas, mas alguma coisa me cansa neste projecto de coleccionar fotos extraordinárias de raparigas extraordinárias dia após dia. E o que me cansa é isto: salvo raras excepções, elas nunca estão nuas e elas nunca estão vestidas. É tempo de alguém reclamar a superioridade das mulheres nuas e </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114969613586218127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114969613586218127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114969613586218127' title='eh lá! isto não é brincadeira nenhuma!'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114954756139023956</id><published>2006-06-06T12:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T12:38:18.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>She moves on</title><summary type='text'>Gomes exclamava de três em três minutos: «Sou muito apaixonado por ela!» Nem se dava conta de que se repetia. Usava a expressão abrasileirada («Sou muito apaixonado»), sugerindo que as portuguesas («Estou muito apaixonado», ou mesmo: «Gosto muito») não serviam. Não se tratava de uma coisa passageira, como «estar», e ainda menos de uma acção que ele de alguma maneira fizesse (como «gostar»).A </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114954756139023956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114954756139023956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114954756139023956' title='She moves on'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114959160509130830</id><published>2006-06-06T11:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T12:00:05.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A ler</title><summary type='text'>O mundo aldrabado.*Bom dia!™</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114959160509130830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114959160509130830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114959160509130830' title='A ler'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114959076762101983</id><published>2006-06-06T11:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T11:47:25.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A little faith</title><summary type='text'>Clicando na imagem, a vida melhora instantaneamenteIke: Well… I ran. I tried to call you on the phone but it was busy, so… I knew that was two hours worth of… I couldn’t get a taxi cab, so I ran. Where are you going?Tracey: London.Ike: You’re going to London now? What do you mean? If I got over here two minutes later you’d be gone to London?[Tracey acena que sim com a cabeça.]Ike: Well... let me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114959076762101983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114959076762101983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114959076762101983' title='A little faith'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114953122514238560</id><published>2006-06-05T18:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T19:13:45.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gostoso</title><summary type='text'>É claro que gostoso é uma palavra muitíssimo comum entre nós. Talvez a embirração seja com «gostosa», no sentido de «boazona»: isso, sim, seria uma importação do Brasil. E, na minha impressão, não das mais felizes. Por outro lado, devíamos importar «transar», «trepada», «trepar» e «ficar» (em sentido sexual).- «Vocês estão namorando?»- «Não, a gente só fica.»[Mas, no melhor blogue possível de Rui</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114953122514238560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114953122514238560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114953122514238560' title='Gostoso'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114924808965252204</id><published>2006-06-02T12:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T12:47:48.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Frente Popular</title><summary type='text'>«Talvez fique bem no teu blog. É um resultado da busca de fotografias para ilustrar um artigo sobre a Frente Popular. Mas deve ser bastante mais recente. O site é húngaro, creio.»[João Arsénio Nunes, por email]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114924808965252204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114924808965252204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114924808965252204' title='Frente Popular'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114851427830535822</id><published>2006-06-01T23:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T00:09:47.346+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Outro fado</title><summary type='text'>Pus a tocar o Johnny Cash, «So doggone lonesome» (1955), ali na playlist. Persisto no modelo liberal de não pôr a música a tocar imediatamente quando se chega à página, deixando a cada um a escolha de carregar no botão. Mas é para carregar no botão, foi para isso que eu lá pus a música. Obrigados.So doggone lonesomeI do my best to hide this lowdown feelin'I try to make believe there's nothing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114851427830535822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114851427830535822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114851427830535822' title='Outro fado'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114912231004963347</id><published>2006-06-01T01:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T10:45:59.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As legendas</title><summary type='text'>Em Monty Python and the Holy Grail, na versão em dvd, existe uma opção que permite ver o filme tendo por legendas o Hamlet em norueguês; se não é isto, é uma coisa parecida. Acho que se chama «versão para quem não gosta do filme». Hoje no cinema dei-me conta da lógica desta opção. Aquilo que, cada vez mais, nos é oferecido pelos tradutores é uma história paralela, que podemos seguir com maior ou </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114912231004963347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114912231004963347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114912231004963347' title='As legendas'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114851287437665565</id><published>2006-05-25T00:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T00:21:14.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Heteronímia</title><summary type='text'>O psicanalista Carlos Amaral Dias</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114851287437665565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114851287437665565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114851287437665565' title='Heteronímia'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114805742302494197</id><published>2006-05-19T17:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T17:50:23.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Má sorte ter sido ****</title><summary type='text'>In this context, Ms. Hirsi Ali's earlier remarks about the "terror" of "political correctness" have an unfortunate ring. It would have been better if she had taken this opportunity to speak up for the people who face the same problem that she did, of trying to move to a free European country, because their lives are stunted at home for social, political or economic reasons. By all means let us </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114805742302494197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114805742302494197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114805742302494197' title='Má sorte ter sido ****'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114803294666165741</id><published>2006-05-19T10:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T11:02:26.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>É extraordinária a atenção que se tem dado à acção judicial de Margarida Rebelo Pinto contra João Pedro George. Ao que parece, há dois indivíduos que conseguiram vender muitos livros graças a uma providência cautelar. E isto é tudo o que há para dizer. Não há, nem nunca houve, nada de propriamente jurídico nisto.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114803294666165741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114803294666165741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114803294666165741' title=''/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114803163146123686</id><published>2006-05-19T10:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T11:39:24.120+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Portugal obtém o reconhecimento internacional que lhe é devido</title><summary type='text'>Modern history is full of governments rushing into disastrous wars. However we have to go back to Portugal's 1578 invasion of Morocco for the closest analog to Bush invading Iraq. King Sebastian was three when he came to the throne. Educated by fanatic Jesuits, he grew up with a passion for a crusade against Morocco. Advisors inherited from his father opposed him. Portugal had a lot on its hands </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114803163146123686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114803163146123686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114803163146123686' title='Portugal obtém o reconhecimento internacional que lhe é devido'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114789086143865420</id><published>2006-05-17T19:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T23:36:39.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A caixa mágica [revisto]</title><summary type='text'>Um taxista originário do Congo viu-se subitamente confundido com um especialista em tecnologias da informação e entrevistado em directo na BBC sobre o conflito legal que opõe a Apple e a Apple Corps. Há duas coisas de que eu gosto muito neste pequeno video - para além do ar espantado do taxista, quando o apresentam. A primeira é que ele começa por tentar uma espécie de negociação: «- Ficou </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114789086143865420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114789086143865420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114789086143865420' title='A caixa mágica [revisto]'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114780281690762878</id><published>2006-05-16T19:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T11:46:41.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gado equino</title><summary type='text'>Ricardo Araújo Pereira com uma fã (clique para ver o vídeo)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114780281690762878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114780281690762878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114780281690762878' title='Gado equino'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114771039165299402</id><published>2006-05-15T17:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T17:26:33.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The nose is the only sensory organ that's essentially hard-wired to the part of the brain that deals with emotions. Everything else — especially sight — needs some kind of translation, turning, say, a picture of a horse into the idea of a horse. "The quickest way to change somebody's mood or behaviour is through smell".(A fonte é esta, mas só vai interessar a quem quiser saber coisas sobre o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114771039165299402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114771039165299402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114771039165299402' title=''/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114770518790379744</id><published>2006-05-15T15:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T15:59:52.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Imprensa (2)</title><summary type='text'>«Vi Lisboetas, o filme documental de Sérgio Tréfaut, por duas vezes. A primeira por curiosidade, a segunda para me ajudar a escrever este texto. De ambas as vezes encontrei a sala cheia, mesmo ao dia de semana, para ver um filme com e sobre os imigrantes que chegaram nos últimos anos à capital do país. Lisboetas já ganhara o prémio de Melhor Filme Português, do festival IndieLisboa, o que é </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114770518790379744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114770518790379744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114770518790379744' title='Imprensa (2)'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114762164330390443</id><published>2006-05-14T16:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T16:47:23.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Imprensa</title><summary type='text'>Os três diáriosSolveig NordlundPúblico (Mil-Folhas), 13.5.2006Ingmar Bergman conheceu Ingrid von Rosen em 1957. Era uma mulher da aristocracia, casada e com uma vida completamente estabelecida. Apaixonaram-se e mantiveram durante anos uma ligação clandestina. Depois de 12 anos, Ingrid não aguentou mais a vida dupla e mudou-se para a casa de Ingmar Bergman na ilha de Faro, abandonando os quatro </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114762164330390443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114762164330390443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114762164330390443' title='Imprensa'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114747566581887457</id><published>2006-05-13T00:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T20:17:30.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gostar da Katia</title><summary type='text'>Talvez se surpreendam quando repararem que a música que mais recentemente acrescentei à minha playlist («Segredos») é interpretada pela dona Katia Guerreiro. Eu também me surpreendi. Conheci a dona Katia em primeiro lugar como personalidade política, pelo papel que desempenhou na campanha do «Professor». A deferência com que se referia à autoridade sábia, combinada com o apelo à demagogia mais </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114747566581887457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114747566581887457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114747566581887457' title='Gostar da Katia'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114747524239375852</id><published>2006-05-13T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T00:07:22.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A partição do Iraque</title><summary type='text'>Não só o artigo que o maradona cita não presta (post: «Ninguém me ouve») como a posição que defende tem todo o ar de ser perfeitamente insensata.The first problem is that Iraq does not have a neat set of ethnic dividing lines. There has never been a meaningful census of Iraq showing exactly how its Arab Sunnis, Arab Shiites, Kurds and other factions are divided or where they live. The two </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114747524239375852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114747524239375852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114747524239375852' title='A partição do Iraque'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114730306889237439</id><published>2006-05-11T00:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T00:17:48.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu</title><summary type='text'>Eu sou uma criança adorável.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114730306889237439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114730306889237439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114730306889237439' title='Eu'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114711851439398559</id><published>2006-05-08T19:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T23:05:52.173+01:00</updated><title type='text'>150</title><summary type='text'>Sigmund Freud nasceu há 150 anos, a 6 de maioNão li o suficiente de Freud para poder escrever sobre ele como gostaria. Lendo os jornais ao longo da semana, constato que isso não é impedimento suficiente. Há duas ideias que me parecem centrais, a noção de que não dominamos a nossa cabeça e a compreensão de que isso não é um acidente patológico raro mas a condição normal, inevitável, do ser humano.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114711851439398559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114711851439398559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114711851439398559' title='150'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114711430550757957</id><published>2006-05-08T19:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T23:07:33.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cientificamente</title><summary type='text'>É como diz Tom Zé: «cientificamente falando, os dedos são pênis multiplicados.»</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114711430550757957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114711430550757957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114711430550757957' title='Cientificamente'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114712553162176149</id><published>2006-05-08T17:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T23:06:40.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Guevara na Estefânia</title><summary type='text'>O rapaz é muito lido, conservador, pessimista antropológico. Chega o amor e começa logo a soar ao Guevara.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114712553162176149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114712553162176149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114712553162176149' title='Um Guevara na Estefânia'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114667512085997301</id><published>2006-05-03T17:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T17:52:01.040+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancómico (2)</title><summary type='text'>[excerto do Manual do Aluno do Instituto de Estudos Políticos da Universidade Católica, na novilíngua original. Via Canhoto.] Todos os colaboradores permanentes do IEP devem trajar com a decência e formalidade adequada [sic] às responsabilidades que detém [sic], o que inclui, para os homens, casaco e gravata, e, para as mulheres, decência correspondente. Na sala Sir Winston Churchill e nos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114667512085997301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114667512085997301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114667512085997301' title='Melancómico (2)'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114667438177159318</id><published>2006-05-03T17:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T17:52:59.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancómico</title><summary type='text'>O Melancómico interrompeu a sua actividade, mas deixa herdeiros. A secção Vox Populi do Público pergunta hoje:Muda com frequência de emprego ou está há vários anos no mesmo local?Ao que responde Fabiana Santos, manicura, 22 anos:«Não. Estou empregada há dois anos e já estive noutra empresa durante 14 anos.»</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114667438177159318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114667438177159318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114667438177159318' title='Melancómico'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114623240215814080</id><published>2006-04-28T14:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T14:53:22.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Manual de civilidade para rupturas: A doutrina divide-se: água mole ou pedra dura? O silêncio ou o desabar histriónico?A ler: os diários da Vanessa, de Ana Sá Lopes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114623240215814080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114623240215814080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114623240215814080' title=''/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114618141136025167</id><published>2006-04-28T00:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T00:43:31.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A ler</title><summary type='text'>Integralmente o ótimo texto do Pedro Magalhães na última segunda feira:talvez seja importante recordar que não há qualquer estudo de opinião que sugira que a imagem que os portugueses têm do seu parlamento seja minimamente afectada, para o mal ou para o bem, quer pelos supostos "escândalos" quer pelas supostas "reformas" que lhes têm respondido ao longo dos últimos anos. Não tem havido, em termos</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114618141136025167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114618141136025167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114618141136025167' title='A ler'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114555857191819705</id><published>2006-04-27T09:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T22:46:54.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Consolida, filho, consolida...</title><summary type='text'>[FMI foi um texto com música que José Mário Branco gravou num espectáculo ao vivo em 1982 e que foi publicado na altura em maxi-single. Foi republicado em 1996 em cd, juntamente com o duplo álbum Ser Solid/tário. Já havia transcrições online, mas com muitos erros. Penso que a que fiz, baseada nas que já havia e ouvindo a gravação, deve ser a mais fiável até à data. A pontuação é, obviamente, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114555857191819705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114555857191819705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114555857191819705' title='Consolida, filho, consolida...'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114610024776246299</id><published>2006-04-27T01:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T10:20:57.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um génio da escola crítica</title><summary type='text'>[ainda há habermasianos na Brandoa]Não me canso de chamar a atenção para os textos de João Carlos Espada no Expresso e para a sua fina ironia, que me recuso a aceitar que possa ser apenas acidental. Acredito que estamos perante um génio da escola crítica, um autor que pontua os textos com inanidades para melhor desmontar os absurdos da sociedade em que vivemos. São exercícios de understatement, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114610024776246299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114610024776246299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114610024776246299' title='Um génio da escola crítica'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-112902921364469941</id><published>2006-04-27T00:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T01:27:24.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Educação política</title><summary type='text'>Temos a memória cheia de coisas de que não nos lembramos, que nem se passaram connosco, que por vezes aconteceram anos antes de termos sequer nascido. Eu, que não me comovo com nada, comovo-me com este filme.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/112902921364469941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/112902921364469941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#112902921364469941' title='Educação política'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114609344835579463</id><published>2006-04-27T00:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T01:21:55.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensatez</title><summary type='text'>Achei que evidentemente A History of Violence era um filme sobre o pós-11 de Setembro. A minha irmã achou que era sobre O Casamento. A minha irmã é muito mais sensata.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114609344835579463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114609344835579463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114609344835579463' title='Sensatez'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114609354063897354</id><published>2006-04-27T00:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T01:20:03.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Name of the game</title><summary type='text'>O sexo não é muito importante para a maioria dos casais que eu conheço. O desporto realmente importante é esticar a corda.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114609354063897354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114609354063897354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114609354063897354' title='Name of the game'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114537195992549551</id><published>2006-04-26T23:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T20:23:59.150+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chernobil, 20 anos</title><summary type='text'>[Imagens e legendas do Spiegel Online. É a primeira vez que me aventuro a traduzir poesia.]Pripiat, uma cidade vizinha de cerca de 50.000 habitantes, foi completamente evacuada logo após o desastre. Hoje está totalmente vazia, se descontarmos javalis, lobos e alces.A zona de exclusão de Chernobil, que originariamente perfazia 30 km à volta do reactor acidentado e depois foi alargada, inclui </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114537195992549551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114537195992549551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114537195992549551' title='Chernobil, 20 anos'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114609358012813854</id><published>2006-04-26T18:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T01:28:25.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias da Liberdade</title><summary type='text'>28 graus de tarde: é a isto que eu chamo A Liberdade.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114609358012813854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114609358012813854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114609358012813854' title='Dias da Liberdade'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114546296607086149</id><published>2006-04-19T17:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T18:04:21.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não subscrevi aquele movimento social mAMA (maradona ao mundial da Alemanha), mas realmente já custa a perceber por que é que o Público ou o DN não abrem os olhinhos e não contratam o maradona para escrever crónicas de futebol, como a de hoje sobre a meia-final de ontem da Liga dos Campeões: em cada linha, dois achados.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114546296607086149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114546296607086149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114546296607086149' title=''/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114544542375286453</id><published>2006-04-19T12:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T12:17:03.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A ler</title><summary type='text'>Com algum atraso: transforma-se a chupista na cousa chupada.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114544542375286453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114544542375286453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114544542375286453' title='A ler'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114537217644235410</id><published>2006-04-18T15:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T15:56:16.453+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A minha mãe</title><summary type='text'>No «Vox Populi» do suplemento Local, de longe a minha secção preferida no jornal Público, responde hoje Irina Odintsona, estudante, 16 anos, que a foto comprova ser uma beleza eslava:Os pólenes da Primavera estão a causar-lhe alergia?Paixão, mas não alergia. A minha mãe é que tem alergia ao pólen.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114537217644235410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114537217644235410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114537217644235410' title='A minha mãe'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114533471740895767</id><published>2006-04-18T01:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T12:59:53.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Brasileirada</title><summary type='text'>A primeira música que eu coloquei no blog foi esta. Só que na altura era apenas a letra.... comme ça tu ressembles à ta mèrequ'a rien pour inspirer l'amour...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114533471740895767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114533471740895767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114533471740895767' title='Brasileirada'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114531700357896930</id><published>2006-04-18T00:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T00:36:43.580+01:00</updated><title type='text'>«O Meireles não é mais forte que eu»</title><summary type='text'>Só agora vi alguns dos sketches da outra série.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114531700357896930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114531700357896930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114531700357896930' title='«O Meireles não é mais forte que eu»'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114531633504055055</id><published>2006-04-17T23:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T00:46:57.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial</title><summary type='text'>O blog - este blog, entre outros - também é uma forma de memorial, um sítio onde se despejam evocações de livros, filmes, pessoas, datas, lugares (que no caso deste blog é sempre só um lugar). Também se fazem, como outro dia fiz, evocações de acontecimentos futuros. A relação com a memória não é nada linear, por isso é muito natural que este carácter memorialístico seja mais acentuado em certas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114531633504055055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114531633504055055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114531633504055055' title='Memorial'/><author><name>ivan</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-5542023.post-114531316283086531</id><published>2006-04-17T23:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T23:32:42.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'>À atenção do maradona,</title><summary type='text'>sempre preocupado com as pessoas que se encontram na rua: acabo de me cruzar com o Paul Auster.« - Hi, Mr. Auster, glad to see you!»Não disse nada. Nunca sei dizer nada. Lembrei-me desta linha depois.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114531316283086531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542023/posts/default/114531316283086531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114531316283086531' title='À atenção do &lt;a href=&quot;http://acausafoimodificada.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;maradona&lt;/a&gt;,'/><author><name>ivan</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>
