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Mas talvez mais do que isso, mais do que o número de postagens por mês, falta o que dizer. Não sei mais o que escrever neste espaço. Já fiz de críticas juvenis a longas reportagens. Ultimamente, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/slHOT6eR_v0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/8944946426035514612/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=8944946426035514612&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/8944946426035514612?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/8944946426035514612?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/slHOT6eR_v0/um-ate-breve-neste-final-de-ano.html" title="Um até breve neste final de ano" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><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><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2011/12/um-ate-breve-neste-final-de-ano.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAAQ3s9eip7ImA9WhRQGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-6242665637299880742</id><published>2011-12-13T23:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T23:05:42.562-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-13T23:05:42.562-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="HQ" /><title>Uma viagem em cores</title><summary type="html">"Daytripper", dos gêmeos Fábio Moon e Gabriel Bá, é uma HQ com rara sensibilidade e força poética. Os artistas, quadrinistas das edições de sábado da "Folha", criaram uma obra com envergadura poucas vezes vista nesse universo.

A poesia do livro se dilui em texto e ilustrações, numa história amparada em sonhos e reviravoltas. Brás de Oliva Domingos é um jornalista que escreve obituários, filho de&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/m-x2POCvSWM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/6242665637299880742/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=6242665637299880742&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/6242665637299880742?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/6242665637299880742?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/m-x2POCvSWM/uma-viagem-em-cores.html" title="Uma viagem em cores" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DCMJdPE3Nzo/TuQgx-n2ulI/AAAAAAAAFMo/4heOokJlxVU/s72-c/22714345.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2011/12/uma-viagem-em-cores.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEDQXk8eSp7ImA9WhRQFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-3652568273720289391</id><published>2011-12-11T01:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T01:21:10.771-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-11T01:21:10.771-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literatura" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cinema" /><title>O cinema como Scorsese o vê</title><summary type="html">"Conversas com Scorsese" é uma deliciosa viagem não somente ao cinema do diretor norte-americano, mas também à arte de forma ampla. Entrevistado pelo crítico e documentarista Richard Schickel, Scorsese abre sua verve para falar de técnicas, influências, cultura, tradições.

Diferentemente de "Conversas com Woody Allen", em que Eric Lax conduz a conversa por temas, este é conduzido pela &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/2dDJBiz2rPw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/3652568273720289391/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=3652568273720289391&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/3652568273720289391?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/3652568273720289391?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/2dDJBiz2rPw/o-cinema-como-scorsese-o-ve.html" title="O cinema como Scorsese o vê" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G2ek2kPvILA/TtqgQsQMOcI/AAAAAAAAFLw/TKadna3HekY/s72-c/22931460.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-cinema-como-scorsese-o-ve.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YESHw-eCp7ImA9WhRQEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-2148982155107934120</id><published>2011-12-04T19:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T19:45:09.250-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-04T19:45:09.250-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Esporte" /><title>Sócrates, 1954-2011</title><summary type="html">Numa época em que o Palmeiras não tinha ninguém que merecesse qualquer lembrança, seu maior rival tinha Sócrates. Foi daqueles jogadores que fazem rivalidade perder sentido, ainda que para garotos de 10, 11 anos.

No Corinthians, só me lembro de alguns passes de calcanhar e o braço erguido, punho cerrado, para celebrar algum gol.

A memória é mais viva na Copa de 1982. Particularmente dois jogos,&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/ccgea7PqAVo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/2148982155107934120/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=2148982155107934120&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/2148982155107934120?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/2148982155107934120?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/ccgea7PqAVo/socrates-1954-2011.html" title="Sócrates, 1954-2011" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6inhYBYEXK0/TtvpyOnrCyI/AAAAAAAAFL4/MKHVpMLYk5s/s72-c/e5294__57113683_socratese_goal_82_new.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2011/12/socrates-1954-2011.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EGQH04eCp7ImA9WhRQEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-6593687651584471702</id><published>2011-12-03T19:44:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T19:47:01.330-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-05T19:47:01.330-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Memória" /><title>Tributo a um professor</title><summary type="html">Em outubro de 1996, estudante de jornalismo e repórter da "Folha da Tarde", recebi um convite. Ir para Belo Horizonte para trabalhar em um novo jornal, que seria lançado dali a um mês. A equipe estava sendo formada, restavam algumas vagas.

Minha primeira editora na "FT" iria para BH em breve, para trabalhar nos simulados, junto com seu marido. Ela me indicou e a Redação do jornal me convidou.

&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/82vsQgAxruA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/6593687651584471702/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=6593687651584471702&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/6593687651584471702?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/6593687651584471702?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/82vsQgAxruA/tributo-um-professor.html" title="Tributo a um professor" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2011/12/tributo-um-professor.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcGR3k6fip7ImA9WhRRF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-553665251030751874</id><published>2011-11-30T23:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T23:47:06.716-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-30T23:47:06.716-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literatura" /><title>O sonho precede a vingança</title><summary type="html">Começa com uma cena de crime. Um padre é assassinado no povoado de Tres Perdices, no que poderia se chamar de Argentina profunda. Ninguém entende.

É o início de "A quem de direito", romance de Martín Caparrós, que capta um momento da história argentina para revivê-lo anos depois.

Carlos era um militante na época selvagem da ditadura militar (1976-1983), que perdeu a mulher grávida e o filho, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/6JKPKbSRmEI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/553665251030751874/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=553665251030751874&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/553665251030751874?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/553665251030751874?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/6JKPKbSRmEI/o-sonho-precede-vinganca.html" title="O sonho precede a vingança" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kQUg-0A1NAo/Tr7STpd6cEI/AAAAAAAAFIo/crVE2SuWjuQ/s72-c/12691_gg.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-sonho-precede-vinganca.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EESXc9fSp7ImA9WhRRFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-6129062121412940091</id><published>2011-11-27T17:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T17:20:08.965-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-27T17:20:08.965-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Música" /><title>Ao sabor da trilha</title><summary type="html">Longe das prateleiras de CDs nas lojas havia muito tempo, recentemente voltei a elas por conta de alguns lançamentos. Confesso que senti uma pequena abstinência, que a internet, por mais ampla e irrestrita que possa ser, não consegue aplacar.

Estas são as novas aquisições. 

Nunca tinha ouvido falar de Sabrina Starke. É lançamento exclusivo da Livraria Cultura. Então, coloquei para ouvir num &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/dgaZDacdAG0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/6129062121412940091/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=6129062121412940091&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/6129062121412940091?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/6129062121412940091?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/dgaZDacdAG0/ao-sabor-da-trilha.html" title="Ao sabor da trilha" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8gwcbDEiBNg/Tr7h3kAq_oI/AAAAAAAAFI4/b2BzdDUX5zY/s72-c/sabrina_starke-bags_suitcases_cd.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2011/11/ao-sabor-da-trilha.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEHSHc9eSp7ImA9WhRREEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-1991891960528902264</id><published>2011-11-23T11:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T11:23:59.961-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-23T11:23:59.961-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literatura" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jornalismo" /><title>A cidade que luta</title><summary type="html">No ano passado, li "A suíte elefanta", ficção de Paul Theroux que se passa na Índia. São três novelas que mergulham na cultura indiana, suportadas pela prosa envolvente do escritor.

E fiquei com um gosto na boca, de querer conhecer mais a Índia. Até folheei alguns Salman Rushdie, mas ainda não trouxe nenhum para casa. 

Então, a Companhia das Letras lançou "Bombaim - Cidade Máxima", do &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/YePTCXADw90" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/1991891960528902264/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=1991891960528902264&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/1991891960528902264?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/1991891960528902264?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/YePTCXADw90/cidade-que-luta.html" title="A cidade que luta" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3scPu3lBM4M/Tr7naqgb3QI/AAAAAAAAFJY/cjpB5D6IxjA/s72-c/12884_gg.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2011/11/cidade-que-luta.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQCQX07eyp7ImA9WhRSGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-2534076825937182639</id><published>2011-11-20T12:46:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T12:46:00.303-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-20T12:46:00.303-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="HQ" /><title>A vida em quadrinhos</title><summary type="html">Dificilmente ambição consegue se harmonizar com fluência. Por vezes, autores se tornam prolixos, na tentativa de inovar, buscar algo ousado.

David Mazzucchelli conseguiu criar uma obra ambiciosa e factível para o leitor em "Asterios Polyp", HQ de primeira qualidade recém-lançada pela Quadrinhos na Cia.

O artista explora as possibilidades da linguagem dos quadrinhos, em traços, cores, vazios, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/kGADAV6-g9E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/2534076825937182639/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=2534076825937182639&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/2534076825937182639?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/2534076825937182639?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/kGADAV6-g9E/vida-em-quadrinhos.html" title="A vida em quadrinhos" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UM3v22PETHM/Tr7tbhb5QyI/AAAAAAAAFJg/fa01mn6Zbvo/s72-c/65031_gg.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2011/11/vida-em-quadrinhos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcHSXoyeSp7ImA9WhRSFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-2039885983976462762</id><published>2011-11-18T10:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T10:07:18.491-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-18T10:07:18.491-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="HQ" /><title>A história da família</title><summary type="html">Marjane Satrapi é uma cronista de mão cheia. Transforma a história contemporânea do Irã em obras que questionam comportamentos, a política e as opções culturais.

O que a diferencia de tantos outros cronistas é o tom pessoal que ela dá às suas HQs. Sua já clássica "Persépolis" conta a história recente do Irã por meio da sua família.

Acabei de ler duas HQs de Marjane. De uma sentada só. 

"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/CiSkqx6QnuM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/2039885983976462762/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=2039885983976462762&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/2039885983976462762?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/2039885983976462762?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/CiSkqx6QnuM/historia-da-familia.html" title="A história da família" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ElE044Pa7w/Tr71xU6CMUI/AAAAAAAAFJ4/l6omuXVuuOM/s72-c/65007_gg.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2011/11/historia-da-familia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYMRnsyeip7ImA9WhRSE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-7746944779013068266</id><published>2011-11-15T17:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T17:43:07.592-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-15T17:43:07.592-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cinema" /><title>A vez da paranoia</title><summary type="html">Ninguém precisa dizer que o mundo está amplamente conectado hoje. De todas as formas. E essa conexão plena e intensa acaba gerando um sentimento que também ninguém sabe onde vai dar. A paranoia anda de mãos dadas com essa globalização da comunicação.
E não é que um filme pipoca pode falar disso sem ser banal? "Contágio", do irregular Steven Soderbergh, é mais sobre o poder da comunicação do que &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/D7Sz0J_f3bM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/7746944779013068266/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=7746944779013068266&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/7746944779013068266?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/7746944779013068266?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/D7Sz0J_f3bM/vez-da-paranoia.html" title="A vez da paranoia" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ysLL6JFE2EU/Tr7X5nfMjRI/AAAAAAAAFIw/z7Nr4jYMRz8/s72-c/1319816226_contagio32.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2011/11/vez-da-paranoia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUCSX46fyp7ImA9WhRSEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-6980342603593688250</id><published>2011-11-13T18:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T18:47:48.017-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-13T18:47:48.017-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Música" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cinema" /><title>Retrato de uma época</title><summary type="html">"Rock Brasília" é daqueles documentários que teria tudo para atrair a gente que escutava rock nos anos 80 e até quem hoje, aos seus 15, 16, 17 anos, costuma ouvir e cantar coisas como Legião Urbana e Capital Inicial.

O diretor Vladimir Carvalho pretende contar a história da turma que incendiou Brasília e forçou a cidade a sair, ainda que em algumas quadras, da mesmice. Parte do núcleo Renato &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/O-YqtfXvVFE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/6980342603593688250/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=6980342603593688250&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/6980342603593688250?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/6980342603593688250?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/O-YqtfXvVFE/retrato-de-uma-epoca.html" title="Retrato de uma época" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aofykRXrL5I/TrrTw22_W6I/AAAAAAAAFIg/95Y2JSDwiO0/s72-c/rock_brasilia.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2011/11/retrato-de-uma-epoca.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIBRnw8fCp7ImA9WhRTF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-4825331869352734509</id><published>2011-11-08T16:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T16:22:37.274-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-08T16:22:37.274-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cinema" /><title>Para salvar o ano</title><summary type="html">Não sou exatamente um fã do cinema de Pedro Almodóvar, mas sou um espectador assíduo de seus filmes. E assíduo significa ter assistido a todos os seus filmes desde "Pepi, Luci, Bom" (1980). Não sei explicar o motivo, talvez influenciado por uma amiga assumidamente fanática pela obra do espanhol.

E então ir ao cinema para ver um filme dele se tornou rotina. Me acostumei com seus temas, obsessões &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/R2VpMe66hYQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/4825331869352734509/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=4825331869352734509&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/4825331869352734509?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/4825331869352734509?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/R2VpMe66hYQ/para-salvar-o-ano.html" title="Para salvar o ano" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xFMEv1R8RxI/TrlzMXspJqI/AAAAAAAAFIM/2JA9d_kWubw/s72-c/A-Pele-que-Habito.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2011/11/para-salvar-o-ano.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEFQHw9cSp7ImA9WhRTFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-378471492481726460</id><published>2011-11-07T15:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T15:56:51.269-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-07T15:56:51.269-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literatura" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jornalismo" /><title>Um comunista cansado</title><summary type="html">Fernando Morais tem a cara do comunista típico - barbudo, com o charuto sempre a postos. Mas só a cara. Assim como boa parte dos comunistas, nada como uma vida boa, cercada de mimos do capitalismo. Nada contra, ideologias existem para serem contestadas - no Brasil, por exemplo, Paulo Skaff, presidente da Fiesp, não queria ser candidato por um partido socialista? E o ex-ministro comunista do &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/3j9ImhbWKk4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/378471492481726460/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=378471492481726460&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/378471492481726460?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/378471492481726460?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/3j9ImhbWKk4/um-comunista-cansado.html" title="Um comunista cansado" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmbNGmk273E/TqHgsWRFroI/AAAAAAAAFF8/uWaPIjR6988/s72-c/22678165.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2011/11/um-comunista-cansado.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04ESXgzfip7ImA9WhRTEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-4456413614590013108</id><published>2011-11-02T18:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T18:31:48.686-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-02T18:31:48.686-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literatura" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jornalismo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Esporte" /><title>Um rei desnudado</title><summary type="html">Não sou afeito a esportes como boxe ou a nova mania, o tal do MMA - menos ainda com este, uma das coisas mais cruéis que já vi, algo como uma briga de selvagens, como se a morte fosse o objetivo.

Cheguei a acompanhar lutas de Mike Tyson, mais pelo fenômeno do que por interesse esportivo.

Mas o que David Remnick fez com Muhammad Ali me deu a sensação de que sou um fã de boxe. A biografia "O rei &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/8S_NVT4BD0U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/4456413614590013108/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=4456413614590013108&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/4456413614590013108?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/4456413614590013108?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/8S_NVT4BD0U/um-rei-desnudado.html" title="Um rei desnudado" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YG7dtBBWiIo/TpjE3piPtGI/AAAAAAAAFFo/pVC-BQ5CyBU/s72-c/22612712.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2011/11/um-rei-desnudado.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQFRHw5eSp7ImA9WhRTEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-6139341346683753134</id><published>2011-10-30T23:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T23:58:35.221-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-30T23:58:35.221-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cinema" /><title>Uma saída</title><summary type="html">Pensar em cinema brasileiro hoje é ver uma extensão da TV na tela grande. Sempre os mesmos atores, um burocrático roteiro que repete fórmulas de novelas e séries, direção esquemática, tudo girando em falso.

Eis então que dessa mesmice surge algo como "O palhaço", um filme que tenta a todo custo escapar desse caldeirão monótomo do cinema brasileiro. Com exceção de Paulo José, o elenco principal é&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/hiGScQfisPE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/6139341346683753134/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=6139341346683753134&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/6139341346683753134?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/6139341346683753134?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/hiGScQfisPE/uma-saida.html" title="Uma saída" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3KmCZ0hjCTs/Tq4AIJUUSXI/AAAAAAAAFHs/-sYbAeUq8eE/s72-c/palhaco_01.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2011/10/uma-saida.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UGR30zfCp7ImA9WhdaGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-5855297295754848883</id><published>2011-10-29T18:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T18:13:46.384-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-29T18:13:46.384-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Música" /><title>Dylan, 70</title><summary type="html">A "Rolling Stone" deste mês elegeu as 70 melhores canções de Bob Dylan, como parte das comemorações dos 70 ano do compositor.

Listas são sempre controversas, ainda mais quando mergulham numa obra vasta como a de Dylan. Os curadores são nomes respeitados, estudiosos e conhecedores do catálogo e da vida do músico.

E listas são sempre um motivo para ler, folhear, imaginar o que se tem e o que &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/GJSjBhcge6c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/5855297295754848883/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=5855297295754848883&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/5855297295754848883?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/5855297295754848883?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/GJSjBhcge6c/dylan-70.html" title="Dylan, 70" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FYbV6_t3JkY/TqxeYEkBpVI/AAAAAAAAFGw/GALBsHXoxfQ/s72-c/icon-bdy-10001_largejpg.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2011/10/dylan-70.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cMQ3s6eyp7ImA9WhdaF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-8218138147442211723</id><published>2011-10-28T02:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T02:11:22.513-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-28T02:11:22.513-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Música" /><title>O fim como triunfo</title><summary type="html">O fim já foi decretado, mas o R.E.M. ainda prepara uma coletânea com três músicas inéditas antes de se retirar em definitivo.

O clipe para "We all go back to where we belong", uma das músicas novas que irá aparecer na coletânea "Part lies, part heart, part truth, part garbage: 1982-2011", é arrebatador.

A câmera não muda o enquadramento. Foca na atriz Kirsten Dunst, que muda a fisionomia ao &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/FXeIomQZoIQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/8218138147442211723/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=8218138147442211723&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/8218138147442211723?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/8218138147442211723?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/FXeIomQZoIQ/o-fim-como-triunfo.html" title="O fim como triunfo" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/kpwd1YLgDaM/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-fim-como-triunfo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIGSX47fCp7ImA9WhdaFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-3130729280095452859</id><published>2011-10-26T10:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T10:35:28.004-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-26T10:35:28.004-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literatura" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Comportamento" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cinema" /><title>“Holly era uma jovem que fez seu próprio caminho”</title><summary type="html">Na entrevista a seguir, o jornalista e escritor Sam Wasson fala sobre o livro “Quinta Avenida, 5 da Manhã”, a herança fashion de “Bonequinha de Luxo” e os bastidores do filme. Wasson também é biógrafo de Blake Edwards, diretor da adaptação do livro de Truman Capote.

O que faz de "Bonequinha de Luxo" um ícone de moda e comportamento das mulheres?
As razões são várias e complicadas, eu não tenho &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/2lqwxQy3hL8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/3130729280095452859/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=3130729280095452859&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/3130729280095452859?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/3130729280095452859?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/2lqwxQy3hL8/holly-era-uma-jovem-que-fez-seu-proprio.html" title="“Holly era uma jovem que fez seu próprio caminho”" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yYImUN2P_Vs/TpSLWs0hbAI/AAAAAAAAFFI/6DyH0GpPLW4/s72-c/Livro+Sam+Wasson.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2011/10/holly-era-uma-jovem-que-fez-seu-proprio.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMCRnYzeCp7ImA9WhdaFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-6085721200226874194</id><published>2011-10-26T10:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T10:34:27.880-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-26T10:34:27.880-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literatura" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Comportamento" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cinema" /><title>O filme que criou a mulher moderna</title><summary type="html">Imagine a cena. Marilyn Monroe, com um vestido preto, desce do táxi às 5h, na Quinta Avenida, em Nova York. Paga o motorista e anda poucos metros, até parar em frente a uma vitrine da Tiffany’s. Toma um gole de café e come um croissant. Namora as joias e em seguida caminha pela avenida.

A cena existiu de fato, mas quem estava naquele vestido não era a maior sex symbol de Hollywood. A improvável &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/TrY005mijKo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/6085721200226874194/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=6085721200226874194&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/6085721200226874194?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/6085721200226874194?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/TrY005mijKo/o-filme-que-criou-mulher-moderna.html" title="O filme que criou a mulher moderna" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ep3cT-QOxII/TpSKVbSny5I/AAAAAAAAFFA/D7-zbniglWk/s72-c/Bonequinha.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-filme-que-criou-mulher-moderna.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MGR3ozcSp7ImA9WhdaEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-4553395031951907959</id><published>2011-10-20T17:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T17:37:06.489-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-20T17:37:06.489-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literatura" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Folhas de Relva" /><title>Novas folhas</title><summary type="html">Não sou um leitor de poesia, sou leitor de poetas. Eliot, Fernando Pessoa, Drummond. E Walt Whitman, talvez o meu preferido.

Conheci Whitman por meio de uma tradução lançada pela Brasiliense lá em meados dos 80. Era um apanhado de "Folhas de relva", mas bem editado - "Folhas das folhas de relva". Ainda tenho o volume, todo anotado e gasto - infelizmente, não está comigo agora, gostaria de dar &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/_zazDsmcxc8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/4553395031951907959/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=4553395031951907959&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/4553395031951907959?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/4553395031951907959?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/_zazDsmcxc8/novas-folhas.html" title="Novas folhas" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I6rFAPc_SsY/Tpi5HQ2CPfI/AAAAAAAAFFY/fIoqIx0msF8/s72-c/75856_442.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2011/10/novas-folhas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YCRHg7cSp7ImA9WhdbFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-6548167080911923055</id><published>2011-10-14T17:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T17:46:05.609-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-14T17:46:05.609-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cinema" /><title>Leon Cakoff, 1948-2011</title><summary type="html">Algumas pessoas passam pelas nossas vidas sem saber a importância que elas deixaram. Algumas então nunca conhecemos pessoalmente, são quase como entidades, pessoas que existem mas que por motivos diversos são inalcançáveis.

Não sei se Leon Cakoff tinha essa noção, do que ele fez por muita gente que hoje gosta de cinema - como eu. O criador da Mostra Internacional de São Paulo morreu hoje, às &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/BuqefeiREAU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/6548167080911923055/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=6548167080911923055&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/6548167080911923055?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/6548167080911923055?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/BuqefeiREAU/leon-cakoff-1948-2011.html" title="Leon Cakoff, 1948-2011" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ydVNKuCSe3s/TpifSMoX6RI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/KJ52D3zBoWg/s72-c/leo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2011/10/leon-cakoff-1948-2011.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UASH0yeyp7ImA9WhdUF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-5833732014661174127</id><published>2011-10-04T23:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T23:20:49.393-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-04T23:20:49.393-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literatura" /><title>Terra devastada</title><summary type="html">Não me lembro como cheguei a Emmanuel Carrère e ao seu "Outras vidas que não a minha". Mas lembro exatamente do dia e da livraria onde comprei meu exemplar. Num sábado à tarde, no dia do primeiro show do U2 no Brasil, em abril, entrei na Fnac do shopping Morumbi, que fica em frente ao hotel onde estava hospedado. Já havia passado pela Cultura, no shopping vizinho, mas não encontrara.

Na Fnac, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/W5WQ6lv4AK4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/5833732014661174127/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=5833732014661174127&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/5833732014661174127?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/5833732014661174127?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/W5WQ6lv4AK4/terra-devastada.html" title="Terra devastada" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uRE3dDa8W9I/Tn-iY4BZG4I/AAAAAAAAFEU/qSkeiwUXGl4/s72-c/tn_600_580_outras_vidas_que_nao_a_minha_26092010.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2011/10/terra-devastada.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YFRHY8eyp7ImA9WhdUFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-5371896243345730148</id><published>2011-10-02T12:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T12:58:35.873-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-02T12:58:35.873-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Música" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Brasil" /><title>Um festival de ilusões</title><summary type="html">Não entendo a celeuma causada pela escalação do Rock in Rio 2011. O rock nunca foi exclusivo do festival, desde sua primeira edição.

Vejamos.

Em 1985, além de AC/DC, Iron Maiden, Ozzy, um decadente Rod Stewart e de uma nova geração brasileira, havia nomes como Pepeu Gomes, Elba Ramalho, Ivan Lins, que nem de perto se passam como rock.

Já em 1991, a coisa ficou mais diversificada. Então, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/AYBPNRzVeK0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/5371896243345730148/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=5371896243345730148&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/5371896243345730148?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/5371896243345730148?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/AYBPNRzVeK0/um-festival-de-ilusoes.html" title="Um festival de ilusões" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2011/10/um-festival-de-ilusoes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UGQXk6fyp7ImA9WhdUEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-6441577211808192594</id><published>2011-09-27T17:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T17:27:00.717-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-27T17:27:00.717-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Entre parêntesis" /><title>O que resta de um pesadelo</title><summary type="html">Então acordei chorando, no meio da noite. Claramente, assustado. Voltei logo a dormir, não sei se de exaustão causada pelo sonho ou de cansaço pelo dia anterior. Não me lembro do sonho, tenho uma vaga ideia do seu enredo, muito recorrente comigo, de final semelhante a outros. Por algum motivo, fujo. A perseguição é longa, altera períodos de tensão e outros em que ajo como se nada estivesse &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/uKPZU0PUPk8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/6441577211808192594/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=6441577211808192594&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/6441577211808192594?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/6441577211808192594?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/uKPZU0PUPk8/o-que-resta-de-um-pesadelo.html" title="O que resta de um pesadelo" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-que-resta-de-um-pesadelo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

