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de infância viraram clichês." /><author><name>João Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090762529818804486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="7" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SsNlaD2o_Qw/Rt94eL_eX-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/lcUZMw6YNf4/s200/1181427850_f.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYGRHk8fip7ImA9WxRXGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737470258858062942.post-681283165437823006</id><published>2008-10-24T12:34:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:55:25.776-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-24T12:55:25.776-02:00</app:edited><title>Novos planos vem aí, olê, olê, olá.</title><summary>Eu e Everton Gargioni, artista ímpar de Campo Grande-MS e agora residente em Caxias, estamos a elaborar novos projetos para esse final de ano / início do ano que vem. Não há uma idéia concreta e exata, ainda, da área artística a ser explorada (logicamente já pensamos em várias formas), o que, porém, não impede que eu diga que a "essência da coisa" dar-se-á em torno da crítica (tanto externa </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tchoni.blogspot.com/feeds/681283165437823006/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://tchoni.blogspot.com/2008/10/novos-planos-vem-ol-ol-ol.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737470258858062942/posts/default/681283165437823006?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737470258858062942/posts/default/681283165437823006?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tchoni.blogspot.com/2008/10/novos-planos-vem-ol-ol-ol.html" title="Novos planos vem aí, olê, olê, olá." /><author><name>João Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090762529818804486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="7" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SsNlaD2o_Qw/Rt94eL_eX-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/lcUZMw6YNf4/s200/1181427850_f.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08BRns_fip7ImA9WxRTGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737470258858062942.post-8813881284903959902</id><published>2008-09-08T10:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T10:17:37.546-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-08T10:17:37.546-03:00</app:edited><title>Voltando..</title><summary>Vou voltar a postar por aqui.Tá na hora.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tchoni.blogspot.com/feeds/8813881284903959902/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://tchoni.blogspot.com/2008/09/voltando.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737470258858062942/posts/default/8813881284903959902?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737470258858062942/posts/default/8813881284903959902?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tchoni.blogspot.com/2008/09/voltando.html" title="Voltando.." /><author><name>João Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090762529818804486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="7" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SsNlaD2o_Qw/Rt94eL_eX-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/lcUZMw6YNf4/s200/1181427850_f.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAGRHo9fSp7ImA9WB9VGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737470258858062942.post-8021456119247135869</id><published>2007-12-04T21:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T21:25:25.465-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-04T21:25:25.465-02:00</app:edited><title /><summary /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tchoni.blogspot.com/feeds/8021456119247135869/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://tchoni.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737470258858062942/posts/default/8021456119247135869?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737470258858062942/posts/default/8021456119247135869?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tchoni.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html" title="" /><author><name>João Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090762529818804486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="7" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SsNlaD2o_Qw/Rt94eL_eX-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/lcUZMw6YNf4/s200/1181427850_f.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsNlaD2o_Qw/R1XhK0nficI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HpfhwEHep2k/s72-c/show+dezembro.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMFRn4-cCp7ImA9WB9SEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737470258858062942.post-8706441529795580789</id><published>2007-10-01T18:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T18:16:57.058-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-01T18:16:57.058-03:00</app:edited><title>Hipóteses</title><summary>Cansado de questões como "E essa barba?", "Brigou com o Gillette?", entre outras do gênero, resolvi formular algumas hipóteses do motivo da adoção desse "visual":1 - Tô fazendo estágio com o Papai Noel, no final do ano já devo começar a entregar presentes pra crianças ricas;2 - Cometi um crime bárbaro e tô tentando disfarçar meu rosto;3 - Sou Jesus Cristo. Cansei do céu e tô em Caxias à procura </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tchoni.blogspot.com/feeds/8706441529795580789/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://tchoni.blogspot.com/2007/10/hipteses.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737470258858062942/posts/default/8706441529795580789?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737470258858062942/posts/default/8706441529795580789?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tchoni.blogspot.com/2007/10/hipteses.html" title="Hipóteses" /><author><name>João Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090762529818804486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="7" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SsNlaD2o_Qw/Rt94eL_eX-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/lcUZMw6YNf4/s200/1181427850_f.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcHSXgyeCp7ImA9WB5aEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737470258858062942.post-4836947093395077881</id><published>2007-09-06T04:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T01:13:58.690-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-06T01:13:58.690-03:00</app:edited><title /><summary>A Triste Contenda (entre Eu e Eu)No dia da grande batalha entre eu e eu interiorPerdi a noção de direçãoE fiquei ali, imóvelE logo no segundo dia houve divergência quanto à questão do tempoOu teria sido no segundo mês?Estático, vi a lua dar lugar ao sol por diversas vezes, e meus pêlos e unhas crescendoNão compreendiDeparei-me com a escuridão, não enxergava maisNão lembrava, todavia, se já </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tchoni.blogspot.com/feeds/4836947093395077881/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://tchoni.blogspot.com/2007/09/triste-contenda-entre-eu-e-eu-n-o-dia.html#comment-form" title="5 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737470258858062942/posts/default/4836947093395077881?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737470258858062942/posts/default/4836947093395077881?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tchoni.blogspot.com/2007/09/triste-contenda-entre-eu-e-eu-n-o-dia.html" title="" /><author><name>João Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090762529818804486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="7" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SsNlaD2o_Qw/Rt94eL_eX-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/lcUZMw6YNf4/s200/1181427850_f.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsNlaD2o_Qw/Rt94eL_eX-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/lcUZMw6YNf4/s72-c/1181427850_f.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cESHo9cCp7ImA9WB5bGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737470258858062942.post-5121732760856075181</id><published>2007-09-04T06:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T02:10:09.468-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-05T02:10:09.468-03:00</app:edited><title>Toma!</title><summary> Queria um mundo de conto de fadas é?Conto de fadas é coisa da Dysney!O mundo é isso, e fede a cadáver.Toma! (Parte de diálogo entre Eu e Eu interior).</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tchoni.blogspot.com/feeds/5121732760856075181/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://tchoni.blogspot.com/2007/09/toma.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737470258858062942/posts/default/5121732760856075181?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737470258858062942/posts/default/5121732760856075181?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tchoni.blogspot.com/2007/09/toma.html" title="Toma!" /><author><name>João Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090762529818804486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="7" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SsNlaD2o_Qw/Rt94eL_eX-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/lcUZMw6YNf4/s200/1181427850_f.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsNlaD2o_Qw/Rt44W7_eX9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/-82GE0HeU6c/s72-c/dog_and_sadness.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEMQ3c8fSp7ImA9WxRXF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737470258858062942.post-8387409030625706857</id><published>2007-08-26T07:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:24:42.975-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-23T10:24:42.975-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Valores" /><title>O homem despido de todos os seus valores (pré-concebidos).</title><summary>Eu sempre questiono isso... Por que existe homofobia, racismo, enfim, qualquer tipo de discriminação?Acredito que a resposta mais plausível à essa pergunta é a aceitação, talvez involuntária, e em geral inconsciente de valores pré-concebidos. Mais ou menos assim: o sujeito Pedrinho nasce e aprende de papai e mamãe que não deve andar com as crianças verdes, pois papai e mamãe dizem que as crianças</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tchoni.blogspot.com/feeds/8387409030625706857/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://tchoni.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-homem-despido-de-todos-os-seus.html#comment-form" title="10 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737470258858062942/posts/default/8387409030625706857?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737470258858062942/posts/default/8387409030625706857?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tchoni.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-homem-despido-de-todos-os-seus.html" title="O homem despido de todos os seus valores (pré-concebidos)." /><author><name>João Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090762529818804486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="7" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SsNlaD2o_Qw/Rt94eL_eX-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/lcUZMw6YNf4/s200/1181427850_f.jpg" /></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cEQnk_eCp7ImA9WxRXF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737470258858062942.post-1421930179994417840</id><published>2007-08-24T14:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:30:03.740-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-23T10:30:03.740-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inverno = Inferno." /><title>Bem-vindo ao recinto. Sente, escute e discute.</title><summary>Hey!Criei. Há séculos quisera ter um flog (mentira, tenho apenas 20 anos), e batendo um papo com o Vini (vocalista da minha banda, Projeto Radiofônico, e meu amigo, lógico) descobri que ele possui um. Fiquei interessado, pedi pra ele como criar um, e aqui estou.Sim, eu já tive um blog! Mas isso era em um tempo no qual meu círculo de amizades tinha como questão hierárquica o logotipo que fulano </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tchoni.blogspot.com/feeds/1421930179994417840/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://tchoni.blogspot.com/2007/08/bem-vindo-ao-recinto-sente-escute-e.html#comment-form" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737470258858062942/posts/default/1421930179994417840?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737470258858062942/posts/default/1421930179994417840?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tchoni.blogspot.com/2007/08/bem-vindo-ao-recinto-sente-escute-e.html" title="Bem-vindo ao recinto. Sente, escute e discute." /><author><name>João Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07090762529818804486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="7" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SsNlaD2o_Qw/Rt94eL_eX-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/lcUZMw6YNf4/s200/1181427850_f.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>

