<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798066749822273328</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 10:24:42 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>mui mia</title><description>algures entre a razão e o sentimento</description><link>http://muimia.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>ritamoura@gmail.com (mui mia)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798066749822273328.post-939283249859680296</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 19:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-23T10:24:42.477Z</atom:updated><title>28. Boas Festas!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2GcCEZQ65Q/SzEfBrX0XGI/AAAAAAAADac/io1q8S6Y4_M/s1600-h/2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2GcCEZQ65Q/SzEfBrX0XGI/AAAAAAAADac/io1q8S6Y4_M/s320/2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418145940386372706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="feliz natal e bom ano novo"&gt;Merry Christmas and happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="feliz natal e bom ano novo"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span 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title="feliz natal e bom ano novo!"&gt;聖誕快樂，新年快樂！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="feliz natal e bom ano novo!"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="feliz natal e bom ano novo!"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="feliz natal e bom ano novo!"&gt;عيد ميلاد مجيد وسنة جديدة سعيدة!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(235, 239, 249);" title="feliz natal e bom ano novo!"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="feliz natal e bom ano novo!"&gt;&lt;br 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Emilia Galotti</title><description>"Há determinadas alturas da vida em que só não perde o juízo quem não o tem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condessa Orsina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798066749822273328-7560581928223859991?l=muimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://muimia.blogspot.com/2009/11/26-emilia-galotti.html</link><author>ritamoura@gmail.com (mui mia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798066749822273328.post-6401725854146813935</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 14:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T14:47:16.573Z</atom:updated><title>25. i´d rather dance with you</title><description>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-91f885904e8a0964" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAOF-u9WtopylwZ9XHAqIS4TM5CoaAjJTI8rMxqwpkgZz3VDp8AnX0M_IinLS9NP9yQ8UUoHMdcho9m7vP8TmnIhAaOE3ScGlapnu08mMHXhcV6yTh4Pb2tJJPV4Wf5K1mNmzJQYD2YUSewIvgRtkJPeQAY0sGYroOpbE2GzM-2dPIN9593uMfEi1zCOR2ZNIyw7T8S_18-UIdG5okuCQYIyQVLNwCd5qNwh2E9DrjxBN%26sigh%3DoDOJ8UqUxNhk_0IxnRnyiPwD3h4%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D91f885904e8a0964%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DSI7PR2xS1VDqHTE1Dgv7pJ1obIk&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAOF-u9WtopylwZ9XHAqIS4TM5CoaAjJTI8rMxqwpkgZz3VDp8AnX0M_IinLS9NP9yQ8UUoHMdcho9m7vP8TmnIhAaOE3ScGlapnu08mMHXhcV6yTh4Pb2tJJPV4Wf5K1mNmzJQYD2YUSewIvgRtkJPeQAY0sGYroOpbE2GzM-2dPIN9593uMfEi1zCOR2ZNIyw7T8S_18-UIdG5okuCQYIyQVLNwCd5qNwh2E9DrjxBN%26sigh%3DoDOJ8UqUxNhk_0IxnRnyiPwD3h4%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D91f885904e8a0964%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DSI7PR2xS1VDqHTE1Dgv7pJ1obIk&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais um concerto absolutamente magnifico num teatro deslumbrante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e desta vez não houve dingos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798066749822273328-6401725854146813935?l=muimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://muimia.blogspot.com/2009/11/25-id-rather-dance-with-you.html</link><author>ritamoura@gmail.com (mui mia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798066749822273328.post-8774697555710387135</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 13:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-08T09:17:36.620+01:00</atom:updated><title>24.  Philippe Decouflé - "SOLO"</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;A dança mais encantadora que já vi... coreografada e interpretada por &lt;a href="http://www.cie-dca.com/"&gt;Philippe Decouflé &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem e hoje no TECA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4_CS07SD5k4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4_CS07SD5k4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798066749822273328-8774697555710387135?l=muimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://muimia.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html</link><author>ritamoura@gmail.com (mui mia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798066749822273328.post-4546577099094145444</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Jun 2009 14:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-26T10:13:43.783+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>desabafos da varanda</category><title>23. dv 2#</title><description>Uma das diferenças entre uma amizade e um relacionamento é que da amizade não se espera nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798066749822273328-4546577099094145444?l=muimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://muimia.blogspot.com/2009/06/23-tv-2.html</link><author>ritamoura@gmail.com (mui mia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798066749822273328.post-2231403969308205723</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Jun 2009 14:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-26T10:14:21.279+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>desabafos da varanda</category><title>22. dv 1#</title><description>"Sempre que fui ter com uma rapariga de frase feita fodi-me!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798066749822273328-2231403969308205723?l=muimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://muimia.blogspot.com/2009/06/22-tv-1.html</link><author>ritamoura@gmail.com (mui mia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798066749822273328.post-4510924080054054232</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Jun 2009 14:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-26T10:14:59.252+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>desabafos da varanda</category><title>21. desabafos da varanda</title><description>A nossa varanda tem qualquer coisa de especial, não só a localização, a sua dimensão, mas também o facto de conseguirmos ouvir alguns desabafos ou conversas soltas dos transeuntes sem que se apercebam que está alguém a ouvi-los...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798066749822273328-4510924080054054232?l=muimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://muimia.blogspot.com/2009/06/21-teorias-da-varanda.html</link><author>ritamoura@gmail.com (mui mia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798066749822273328.post-4496975849029704411</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2009 08:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-02T11:44:30.574+01:00</atom:updated><title>20. e o sol vestiu-se de lua</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2GcCEZQ65Q/SiTphJG9BrI/AAAAAAAABys/iPb-jyxrF84/s1600-h/P1090787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2GcCEZQ65Q/SiTphJG9BrI/AAAAAAAABys/iPb-jyxrF84/s320/P1090787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342651813558290098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2GcCEZQ65Q/SiTpg5BiFaI/AAAAAAAAByk/FzaE5lzi71s/s1600-h/P1090789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2GcCEZQ65Q/SiTpg5BiFaI/AAAAAAAAByk/FzaE5lzi71s/s320/P1090789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342651809240585634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Segunda-feira, 01 de Junho às 19:50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um dia de calor intenso e pesado que nos obriga a semicerrar os olhos enquanto vemos a calçada passar debaixo dos nossos pés, a cidade é invadida por aquele nevoeiro fresco a cheirar a maresia envolvendo-a num véu enigmático... e o sol vestiu-se de lua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798066749822273328-4496975849029704411?l=muimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://muimia.blogspot.com/2009/06/20-e-o-sol-vestiu-se-de-lua.html</link><author>ritamoura@gmail.com (mui mia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2GcCEZQ65Q/SiTphJG9BrI/AAAAAAAABys/iPb-jyxrF84/s72-c/P1090787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798066749822273328.post-4194629522492577296</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 May 2009 18:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-26T10:49:22.021+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>frases soltas</category><title>19. beijo geriátrico</title><description>"Beijar-nos-íamos diante das grades dos leões, roídos de traças como casacos velhos, a arregaçarem os beiços sobre as gengivas desmobiladas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os cús de judas&lt;br /&gt;António Lobo Antunes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798066749822273328-4194629522492577296?l=muimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://muimia.blogspot.com/2009/05/17-beijo-geriatrico.html</link><author>ritamoura@gmail.com (mui mia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798066749822273328.post-8418738705692503292</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 May 2009 16:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-13T17:58:51.514+01:00</atom:updated><title>18. As maravilhas do photoshop III</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2GcCEZQ65Q/Sgr723wTEFI/AAAAAAAAByc/RxMDLNBtMEA/s1600-h/P1090087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2GcCEZQ65Q/Sgr723wTEFI/AAAAAAAAByc/RxMDLNBtMEA/s320/P1090087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335353628671807570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para que é que está a tirar fotos? isto é tudo para ir a baixo!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798066749822273328-8418738705692503292?l=muimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://muimia.blogspot.com/2009/05/18-as-maravilhas-do-photoshop-iii.html</link><author>ritamoura@gmail.com (mui mia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2GcCEZQ65Q/Sgr723wTEFI/AAAAAAAAByc/RxMDLNBtMEA/s72-c/P1090087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798066749822273328.post-5474794551883922312</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 08:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-12T10:00:12.242+01:00</atom:updated><title>17. As maravilhas do photosop II</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2GcCEZQ65Q/Sgk6lN30DiI/AAAAAAAAByU/HI4ajfSrzHg/s1600-h/P1070512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2GcCEZQ65Q/Sgk6lN30DiI/AAAAAAAAByU/HI4ajfSrzHg/s320/P1070512.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334859644650393122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2GcCEZQ65Q/Sgk6k3_ox5I/AAAAAAAAByM/ArEb7uCVOOw/s1600-h/P1070511_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2GcCEZQ65Q/Sgk6k3_ox5I/AAAAAAAAByM/ArEb7uCVOOw/s320/P1070511_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334859638777628562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798066749822273328-5474794551883922312?l=muimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://muimia.blogspot.com/2009/05/17-as-maravilhas-do-photosop-ii.html</link><author>ritamoura@gmail.com (mui mia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2GcCEZQ65Q/Sgk6lN30DiI/AAAAAAAAByU/HI4ajfSrzHg/s72-c/P1070512.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798066749822273328.post-6063183626047789099</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2009 15:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-27T16:16:37.789+01:00</atom:updated><title>16. As maravilhas do photoshop</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2GcCEZQ65Q/SfXI8zYE52I/AAAAAAAAByE/UPtWMVSOLp0/s1600-h/P1070533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2GcCEZQ65Q/SfXI8zYE52I/AAAAAAAAByE/UPtWMVSOLp0/s320/P1070533.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329386680971749218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BYR - 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Entre ouvir os lamentos de um inquilino que nada tem para além da casa em que sempre viveu, que neste momento reivindica sob a forma de manifesto de auto-destruição a reforma antecipada, e a eminencia da queda de um tecto... aparecem estas fotografias.&lt;br /&gt;Não tive tanto tempo para ela como gostaria, não houve tempo para pensar no enquadramento, exposição, etc... mas gostei das bacias e baldes de plástico todos de cores diferentes... É claro que o photoshop depois deu um jeito de sua graça para compensar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798066749822273328-6063183626047789099?l=muimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://muimia.blogspot.com/2009/04/16-as-maravilhas-do-photoshop.html</link><author>ritamoura@gmail.com (mui mia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2GcCEZQ65Q/SfXI8zYE52I/AAAAAAAAByE/UPtWMVSOLp0/s72-c/P1070533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798066749822273328.post-7221046927355349148</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2009 10:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-20T16:34:15.474+01:00</atom:updated><title>15. MayDay Porto!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://maydayporto.blogspot.com/"&gt;MayDay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O lugar onde nos encontramos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O MayDay é uma parada contra a precariedade, que decorre no dia 1 de Maio.&lt;br /&gt;Desde a estreia em Milão (2001), o MayDay tem-se multiplicado por todo o mundo. Em 2007, a iniciativa MayDay chegou a Lisboa, repetindo-se em 2008. Em 2009, juntamo-nos também no Porto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 de Maio::12h00::Praça dos Poveiros&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Somos dois milhões de precários/as!  Façamos ouvir a força da nossa voz"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798066749822273328-7221046927355349148?l=muimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://muimia.blogspot.com/2009/04/15-mayday-porto.html</link><author>ritamoura@gmail.com (mui mia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798066749822273328.post-4726498594427549673</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2009 13:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-13T15:39:09.120+01:00</atom:updated><title>14. Há tradições que se devem manter</title><description>Fim-de-semana com amigos à volta da lareira, monty python quanto baste, bons petiscos e vinho a gosto acompanhados com sueca à libanesa, rematado com mojitos no planob! música escolhida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some things in  life are bad&lt;br /&gt;They can really make you mad&lt;br /&gt;Other things just make you swear  and curse.&lt;br /&gt;When you're chewing on life's gristle&lt;br /&gt;Don't grumble, give a  whistle&lt;br /&gt;And this'll help things turn out for the best...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;And...always look on the  bright side of life...&lt;br /&gt;Always look on the light side of life... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;If  life seems jolly rotten&lt;br /&gt;There's something you've forgotten&lt;br /&gt;And that's  to laugh and smile and dance and sing.&lt;br /&gt;When you're feeling in the dumps&lt;br /&gt; Don't be silly chumps&lt;br /&gt;Just purse your lips and whistle - that's the thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;And...always look on the  bright side of life...&lt;br /&gt;Always look on the light side of life... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;For  life is quite absurd&lt;br /&gt;And death's the final word&lt;br /&gt;You must always face the  curtain with a bow.&lt;br /&gt;Forget about your sin - give the audience a grin&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy  it - it's your last chance anyhow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;So  always look on the bright side of death&lt;br /&gt;Just before you draw your terminal  breath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Life's  a piece of shit&lt;br /&gt;When you look at it&lt;br /&gt;Life's a laugh and death's a joke,  it's true.&lt;br /&gt;You'll see it's all a show&lt;br /&gt;Keep 'em laughing as you go&lt;br /&gt; Just remember that the last laugh is on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;And  always look on the bright side of life...&lt;br /&gt;Always look on the right side of  life...&lt;br /&gt;(Come on guys, cheer up!)&lt;br /&gt;Always look on the bright side of life...&lt;br /&gt; Always look on the bright side of life...&lt;br /&gt;(Worse things happen at sea, you  know.)&lt;br /&gt;Always look on the bright side of life...&lt;br /&gt;(I mean - what have you  got to lose?)&lt;br /&gt;(You know, you come from nothing - you're going back to nothing.&lt;br /&gt; What have you lost? Nothing!)&lt;br /&gt;Always look on the right side of life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WlBiLNN1NhQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WlBiLNN1NhQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798066749822273328-4726498594427549673?l=muimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://muimia.blogspot.com/2009/04/14-ha-tradicoes-que-se-devem-manter.html</link><author>ritamoura@gmail.com (mui mia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798066749822273328.post-2239779238133608540</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Apr 2009 11:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-07T12:45:29.295+01:00</atom:updated><title>13. Memórias em formol 2</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Após um mês de ter descoberto este espólio voltei a procurar... e encontrei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2GcCEZQ65Q/Sds7_qeWrhI/AAAAAAAABxU/6qphyVyYjOw/s1600-h/Foto+beleza+M%C3%A3e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2GcCEZQ65Q/Sds7_qeWrhI/AAAAAAAABxU/6qphyVyYjOw/s320/Foto+beleza+M%C3%A3e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321913349587774994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2GcCEZQ65Q/Sds8ks72y_I/AAAAAAAABxc/-SY-kn_QXSI/s1600-h/Foto+beleza+Pai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2GcCEZQ65Q/Sds8ks72y_I/AAAAAAAABxc/-SY-kn_QXSI/s320/Foto+beleza+Pai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321913985903545330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798066749822273328-2239779238133608540?l=muimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://muimia.blogspot.com/2009/04/13-memorias-em-formol-2.html</link><author>ritamoura@gmail.com (mui mia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2GcCEZQ65Q/Sds7_qeWrhI/AAAAAAAABxU/6qphyVyYjOw/s72-c/Foto+beleza+M%C3%A3e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798066749822273328.post-6522781215818479642</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2009 12:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-07T19:30:15.166+01:00</atom:updated><title>12. Memórias em formol</title><description>De um arquivo morto surgem imagens por vezes esquecidas de tempos passados, almas congeladas num segundo para as recordamos ou reconhecer. Procurem-nas &lt;a href="http://www.espoliofotograficoportugues.pt/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;, pode ser que encontrem um antepassado ou até quem sabe... se reencontrem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; width: 290px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; vertical-align: bottom;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espoliofotograficoportugues.pt/Files/Billeder/EFP/Paragrafos/Grupo.jpg" alt="" class="paragraphimage" width="290" border="0" height="170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A representação de si: o retrato da Fotografia Beleza&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A casa fotográfica de António Beleza, de 1907, não poderia ser um estúdio qualquer. O seu proprietário tinha já uma tradição assegurada neste campo de uma técnica que se começava a chamar arte com A maiúsculo. António Beleza ocupara por largos anos o estúdio de Emílio Biel na Rua do Almada, então como Royal Foto e, referência importante, fizera na sua nova casa na Rua de Santa Teresa, a poucos passos da grande Fotografia União, uma sala de espera decididamente elegante, para atrair o público feminino.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo político e social não era ameno. Por todo o país, nomeadamente em Lisboa, Coimbra e Porto, o tema de todas as dúvidas e de todas as conversas era a política musculada de João Franco, claramente apoiada pelo rei D. Carlos. No Porto, estudantes e populares tinham provocado arruaças decididas que pareciam abrir caminho à conspiração que, no ano seguinte, abateria D. Carlos e Luís Filipe. O Porto era, como se sabia desde 1891, tendencialmente republicano: no que valia ser republicano então, frequentar o clube no Carmo, assistir a comícios em Antero de Quental e no teatro do Príncipe Real ou atribuir aos filhos o nome de Liberdade como fizera o velho aristocrata Felizardo Lima.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inconscientemente a Fotografia Beleza era filha de tempos revolucionários, apesar de nascer em tempos de monarquia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--@TemplateParagraphColumn1--&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; vertical-align: bottom;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espoliofotograficoportugues.pt/Files/Billeder/EFP/Paragrafos/Aviador.jpg" alt="" class="paragraphimage" width="290" border="0" height="170" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas cresceria na ordem republicana com Moreira de Campos e na salazarista com António Lopes Moreira. A sua clientela é, pois, representativa do crescimento da classe média, mas também da permanência da alta burguesia e de uma difícil persistência da aristocracia.&lt;br /&gt;Os tempos, nesta primeira metade do século XX, eram ainda da industrialização possível. A revolução dos transportes era um facto visível, o caminho-de-ferro cobria quase todo o país, faltando apenas decidir um ou outro ramal; no norte pensava-se já em construir o porto comercial de Leixões para rentabilizar o porto de abrigo, entretanto concluído, mas notoriamente insuficiente – o que será um facto nos anos de 1930, canalizando a prosperidade conserveira de Matosinhos e as constantes remessas de vinho do Porto, que então se faziam. O Porto continuava a ter os seus ingleses do comércio do vinho, os seus germânicos concessionários das minas, os seus capitalistas “brasileiros”, industriais, banqueiros ou comerciantes de grosso trato.&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora, já no século XX, não eram apenas estes grupos sociais que tiravam retrato. O preço do retrato baixa, a fotografia também se industrializa e os fotógrafos profissionais ganham novos concorrentes, quer através da fotografia doméstica que as caixas da Kodak tinham lançado, quer através da fotografia instantânea das máquinas automáticas: em 1928, nos armazéns lisboetas Grandela, surge a primeira Photomaton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/RITAMO%7E1/DEFINI%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/RITAMO%7E1/DEFINI%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798066749822273328-6522781215818479642?l=muimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://muimia.blogspot.com/2009/03/12-memorias-em-formol.html</link><author>ritamoura@gmail.com (mui mia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798066749822273328.post-20028688746428273</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Mar 2009 13:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-03T10:48:11.965+01:00</atom:updated><title>11. Adivinha</title><description>Qual é a coisa qual é ela que esgota em menos de 1h após ser posto à venda na internet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: o concerto de pj harvey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*errata: esgotaram em 22minutos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798066749822273328-20028688746428273?l=muimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://muimia.blogspot.com/2009/03/11-adivinha.html</link><author>ritamoura@gmail.com (mui mia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798066749822273328.post-638710478547710911</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Mar 2009 15:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-04T16:01:44.778Z</atom:updated><title>10. A presciência de Karl Marx</title><description>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Os donos do capital vão estimular a classe trabalhadora a comprar bens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; caros, casas e tecnologia, fazendo-os dever cada vez mais, até que se torne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; insuportável. O débito não pago levará os bancos à falência, que terão que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; ser nacionalizados pelo Estado"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karl Marx, in Das Kapital, 1867&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798066749822273328-638710478547710911?l=muimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://muimia.blogspot.com/2009/03/10-as-previsoes-de-karl-marx.html</link><author>ritamoura@gmail.com (mui mia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798066749822273328.post-3569606745569143377</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Feb 2009 10:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-02T10:58:49.715Z</atom:updated><title>9. se no teu jardim cai neve... no meu faz sol!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2GcCEZQ65Q/SYbRIElZ7zI/AAAAAAAABps/hedUVomVElo/s1600-h/P1070020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2GcCEZQ65Q/SYbRIElZ7zI/AAAAAAAABps/hedUVomVElo/s320/P1070020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298151948247756594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pois é... quem diria que o dia de segunda ia ficar assim? no sábado acordei com uma vontade irresistível de andar de bicicleta, mas as nuvens e a chuva encarregaram-se de afastar essa ideia do meu pensamento... mas hoje a ideia voltou!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798066749822273328-3569606745569143377?l=muimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://muimia.blogspot.com/2009/02/9-se-no-teu-jardim-cai-neve-no-meu-faz.html</link><author>ritamoura@gmail.com (mui mia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2GcCEZQ65Q/SYbRIElZ7zI/AAAAAAAABps/hedUVomVElo/s72-c/P1070020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798066749822273328.post-8774801437519470881</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Jan 2009 12:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-26T12:13:35.876Z</atom:updated><title>8. Koolhaas HouseLife</title><description>Bem... após 51 anos do &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0050706/"&gt;mon oncle&lt;/a&gt; a casa volta a ser lugar de sofisticação e cenário de paródia do quotidiano, desta vez sobre a perspectiva de guadalupe, a empregada doméstica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7fLVMyGBFSU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7fLVMyGBFSU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais informações &lt;a href="http://www.koolhaashouselife.com/index.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;... acho que vou encomendar um ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798066749822273328-8774801437519470881?l=muimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://muimia.blogspot.com/2009/01/8-koolhaas-houselife.html</link><author>ritamoura@gmail.com (mui mia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798066749822273328.post-8906526135983601212</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Jan 2009 16:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-18T15:16:05.455Z</atom:updated><title>7. em portugal a hora de almoço é crítica</title><description>"- Quero marcar consigo uma hora para vir cá arranjar a campainha.&lt;br /&gt;- Sim... segunda ou terça. Pode ser?&lt;br /&gt;- Terça de manhã tenho uma reunião às 10h.&lt;br /&gt;- Ah... Então não pode ser, demora 4h a fazer o trabalho...&lt;br /&gt;- E Segunda de manhã?&lt;br /&gt;- Não tem reunião?&lt;br /&gt;- Não... é na terça!&lt;br /&gt;- Ah! Então pode ser segunda o dia todo ou terça de tarde?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, pode. Diga-me o que lhe dá mais jeito.&lt;br /&gt;- Então pode ser terça de manhã?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesta fase da conversa concluí que era arriscado combinar o quer que seja da parte da tarde com esta pessoa... mas o desespero assim o obrigou!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798066749822273328-8906526135983601212?l=muimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://muimia.blogspot.com/2009/01/7.html</link><author>ritamoura@gmail.com (mui mia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798066749822273328.post-7925575152795634684</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jan 2009 13:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-13T13:11:23.384Z</atom:updated><title>6. vi e adorei...</title><description>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=993998&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=1&amp;amp;color=00adef&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=993998&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=1&amp;amp;color=00adef&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/993998"&gt;MUTO a wall-painted animation by BLU&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/blu"&gt;blu&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e continuo a adorar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798066749822273328-7925575152795634684?l=muimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://muimia.blogspot.com/2009/01/6.html</link><author>ritamoura@gmail.com (mui mia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798066749822273328.post-3096200358577576324</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Jan 2009 14:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-13T12:46:30.956Z</atom:updated><title>5. eco-friendly post</title><description>Após um longo silêncio aqui vai o primeiro, e quem sabe o único, post do ano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inhabitots.com/2008/12/28/how-to-make-kid-safe-homemade-green-cleaning-supplies/"&gt;Encontrei isto.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pareceu-me muito útil, não só por causa das criancinhas mas por todos nós... fazer detergentes em casa!!! Biodegradáveis e sem produtos tóxicos... uma boa forma de começar o ano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelos visto do outro lado do oceano havia alguém que tinha pensado o mesmo ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijinhos e bom ano!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798066749822273328-3096200358577576324?l=muimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://muimia.blogspot.com/2009/01/eco-friendly-post.html</link><author>ritamoura@gmail.com (mui mia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798066749822273328.post-6250864707855332690</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 09:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-07T10:56:04.574+01:00</atom:updated><title>4. memórias socráticas</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2GcCEZQ65Q/SHHgDBI3PKI/AAAAAAAAACU/f2uad8rYj1k/s1600-h/DSCF6041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2GcCEZQ65Q/SHHgDBI3PKI/AAAAAAAAACU/f2uad8rYj1k/s320/DSCF6041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220199785548954786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lembro-me de tirar esta foto e de ter pensado no Sócrates, mas depressa me voltei a esquecer dele, e bem pior foi esquecer-me desta foto tão bonita (mais pelo objecto do que pela foto em si).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ao mostrar algumas fotos a um amigo meu, todo o raciocínio que antecedeu o click da máquina emergiram na minha memória, O SIMPLEX DO SÓCRATES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Era um golpe de génio usar este objecto como alegoria a todo o processo do simplex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Objecto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Extintor - adj., que extingue; s. m., aparelho para extinguir incêndios. (pretende-se extinguir todo o processo burocrático que predomina no nosso país).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Simplex - Nome simples, no entanto "moderno" que pretende aproximar um público jovem há muito descrente na política.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Modo de utilização:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Para funcionar dê uma pancada na maçaneta" - Se substituíssem a delicada maçaneta pela cabeça do Exmo. Primeiro-ministro seria um verdadeiro sucesso! Isto, porque todos iriam aderir ao simplex nem que fosse para descarregar alguma raiva interna em relação às directivas políticas que o Sr. Exmo. tem posto em prática. Até aposto que ia aumentar o extravio de documentos para se poder pedir uma segunda via.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Será que o Exmo. Primeiro-ministro alguma vez se terá socorrido, talvez enquanto criança (sim, todos sabemos que as crianças gostam de brincar com o fogo), deste belo objecto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798066749822273328-6250864707855332690?l=muimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://muimia.blogspot.com/2008/07/4-memrias-socrticas.html</link><author>ritamoura@gmail.com (mui mia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2GcCEZQ65Q/SHHgDBI3PKI/AAAAAAAAACU/f2uad8rYj1k/s72-c/DSCF6041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>