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Li o primeiro, reunião de aforismos, anotações e breves ensaios sobre escritores e o ato de escrever.Canetti escreve de forma pessoal, como se fosse um diálogo com um diário. Seus textos podem ter páginas ou uma linha para que ele diga o que pretende. O espaço é &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/jMZ-Zk_wEhw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/1446634370956069189/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=1446634370956069189&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/1446634370956069189?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/1446634370956069189?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/jMZ-Zk_wEhw/espirito-estimulado.html" title="Espírito estimulado" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04510652412158747097" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJxGAlWUNKc/SvnZSeU9FTI/AAAAAAAADzg/F6Z-yZqQWqA/s72-c/8503010216_tq.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2009/11/espirito-estimulado.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04AQX4ycSp7ImA9WxNbEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-8961599558900250837</id><published>2009-11-13T00:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T00:39:00.099-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-13T00:39:00.099-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hang the DJ" /><title>Hang the DJ</title><summary type="html">"Respect", Aretha Franklin. Achei que tinha a ver com que vem acontecendo..."R-E-S-P-E-C-TFind out what it means to me"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/tI93iVbHzpo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/8961599558900250837/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=8961599558900250837&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/8961599558900250837?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/8961599558900250837?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/tI93iVbHzpo/hang-dj_13.html" title="Hang the DJ" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04510652412158747097" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2009/11/hang-dj_13.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAGSHk9eip7ImA9WxNbEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-4853386690152156811</id><published>2009-11-12T15:19:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T15:25:29.762-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-12T15:25:29.762-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Brasil" /><title>Palavras</title><summary type="html">Do blog de André ForastieriLast DanceMaria Amélia foi pra balada. Balada de tiazinha, claro: Donna Summer no Credicard Hall com uma amiga.Com cinquenta anos, dois filhos, tá ótimo – Hot Stuff, Bad Girls, bom pra dançar, pra reviver a adolescência nos anos 70, pra lembrar como a vida é boa.Era a noite do apagão. Fim de show, sem transporte público nem táxi fácil, mais de uma da manhã, Maria Amélia&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/CZFrXqCwVQg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/4853386690152156811/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=4853386690152156811&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/4853386690152156811?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/4853386690152156811?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/CZFrXqCwVQg/palavras.html" title="Palavras" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04510652412158747097" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2009/11/palavras.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMEQXszfSp7ImA9WxNbEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-6671724978576636972</id><published>2009-11-12T12:50:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T12:50:00.585-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-12T12:50:00.585-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literatura" /><title>Saiu da cabeceira</title><summary type="html">Li "Peixe dourado", de J.M.G Le Clézio e sai com a sensação de abalroamento.A história de Laila, raptada aos 6 anos e vendida para Lalla Asma no Marrocos, é uma sucessão de dramas, abusos e soluções rápidas. Não há um momento do livro em que a garota não enfrenta situações críticas ou que suas ações possam ser derivadas de uma vontade legítima, sem que tenha que fugir de um algoz.Em pouco mais de&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/dQqHXK4CmDw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/6671724978576636972/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=6671724978576636972&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/6671724978576636972?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/6671724978576636972?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/dQqHXK4CmDw/saiu-da-cabeceira.html" title="Saiu da cabeceira" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04510652412158747097" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJxGAlWUNKc/SvnVtHeiWbI/AAAAAAAADzY/9Ev118Tdluk/s72-c/livro200810.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2009/11/saiu-da-cabeceira.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQDRno9fCp7ImA9WxNUGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-2734634562975965232</id><published>2009-11-11T17:58:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T18:12:57.464-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-11T18:12:57.464-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Brasil" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Comportamento" /><title>Aquele vestido</title><summary type="html">A "Folha" soltou hoje uma pegadinha. Levou uma atriz de vestido curto, sem sutiã, para algumas universidades em São Paulo, instituições de alunos com maior poder aquisitivo e com maior graduação no MEC do que a Uniban - o que não é muito difícil.Fez a moça andar por grupos de alunos, realizar perguntas sobre a faculdade, onde era o banheiro etc. Com o caso de Geisy Arruda ainda quente, a reação &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/R-pMXEewiro" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/2734634562975965232/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=2734634562975965232&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/2734634562975965232?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/2734634562975965232?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/R-pMXEewiro/aquele-vestido.html" title="Aquele vestido" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04510652412158747097" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2009/11/aquele-vestido.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cASX4zfyp7ImA9WxNUGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-1755125933640132684</id><published>2009-11-11T10:02:00.011-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:17:28.087-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-11T22:17:28.087-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Brasil" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Comportamento" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Observações" /><title>Das trevas ao fim das baterias</title><summary type="html">A conversa some de repente. As luzes se apagam, apenas uma luminária insiste em sobreviver, apenas por alguns segundos, vai piscando até se exaurir. Lá fora, apenas o luar, de uma noite nublada. Luzes de emergência, faróis de carros, luzes de geradores.A energia não volta.Descubro que em outros cantos houve picos de luz, mas não a queda.Com o fim da luz, em meio à noite de terça-feira, surge a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/6zK79GgOPTc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/1755125933640132684/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=1755125933640132684&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/1755125933640132684?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/1755125933640132684?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/6zK79GgOPTc/das-trevas-ao-fim-das-baterias.html" title="Das trevas ao fim das baterias" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04510652412158747097" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJxGAlWUNKc/SvqtLz43vsI/AAAAAAAADzw/qW3Ef4mcxXI/s72-c/11112009.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2009/11/das-trevas-ao-fim-das-baterias.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYESH8zfSp7ImA9WxNUGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-3009354950169825109</id><published>2009-11-10T11:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T11:01:49.185-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-10T11:01:49.185-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Memória" /><title>A cumplicidade possível</title><summary type="html">Há algumas imagens que são ícones de um amor romântico, idealizado. Coisas que dois parceiros adoram falar um para o outro, por exemplo, a vontade de envelhecer ao lado do companheiro, enfrentando os obstáculos da idade.Um certo cansaço, uma falta de paciência, talvez uma dor aqui. Envelhecer sozinho amedronta boa gente, e uma viuvez precoce pode fazer com que essa gente case novamente, para não &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/cV0ZqZUY7Ts" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/3009354950169825109/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=3009354950169825109&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/3009354950169825109?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/3009354950169825109?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/cV0ZqZUY7Ts/cumplicidade-possivel.html" title="A cumplicidade possível" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04510652412158747097" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJxGAlWUNKc/SvH_gpyAGNI/AAAAAAAADx0/I9Up_sFxKiM/s72-c/barley-new-zealand-sw.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2009/11/cumplicidade-possivel.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UHQng6cSp7ImA9WxNUF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-1166514928489284954</id><published>2009-11-09T16:25:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T16:27:13.619-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-09T16:27:13.619-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cinema" /><title>A guerra de Tarantino</title><summary type="html">Um filme de Tarantino sempre provoca alvoroço, no público e na crítica. Em 17 anos, ele lançou apenas sete longas, o que gera sempre um burburinho nos hiatos de cada filme. Barulhos diferentes, como o alvoroço em "Cães de aluguel" e "Pulp fiction", a desconfiança com "Jackie Brown" (talvez o meu preferido) e "Kill Bill".Seu "Bastardos inglórios" chegou com balbúrdia, dois anos depois do fracasso &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/i9iLo4OH6OI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/1166514928489284954/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=1166514928489284954&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/1166514928489284954?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/1166514928489284954?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/i9iLo4OH6OI/guerra-de-tarantino.html" title="A guerra de Tarantino" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04510652412158747097" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJxGAlWUNKc/SvhenozzmLI/AAAAAAAADzA/U6r2qSeK-5o/s72-c/inglouriousbasterds_16-400x600.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2009/11/guerra-de-tarantino.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08GRHY4fSp7ImA9WxNUF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-5716357047342502226</id><published>2009-11-08T19:41:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T02:43:45.835-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-09T02:43:45.835-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Brasil" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Comportamento" /><title>Talibãs fashionistas na faculdade</title><summary type="html">"Foi apurado que a aluna tem frequentado as dependências da unidade em trajes inadequados, indicando uma postura incompatível com o ambiente da universidade, e, apesar de alertada, não modificou seu comportamento.""A sindicância apurou que, no dia da ocorrência dos fatos, a aluna fez um percurso maior do que o habitual aumentando sua exposição e ensejando, de forma explícita, os apelos de alunos &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/gSG4ttIxzJw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/5716357047342502226/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=5716357047342502226&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/5716357047342502226?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/5716357047342502226?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/gSG4ttIxzJw/talibas-fashionistas-na-faculdade.html" title="Talibãs fashionistas na faculdade" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04510652412158747097" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2009/11/talibas-fashionistas-na-faculdade.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMDQnY8eCp7ImA9WxNUF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-3411192009895568697</id><published>2009-11-08T19:18:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:41:13.870-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-08T19:41:13.870-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literatura" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Memória" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cinema" /><title>20 anos depois</title><summary type="html">Leio nos jornais um farto material sobre os 20 anos da queda do Muro de Berlim. Lembrei de duas obras que retratam o período de forma diversa, mas que valem como peça essencial para entender o que aconteceu naquelas Alemanhas.Um é o livro "Stasilândia", já tratado aqui. O outro é o filme "A vida dos outros", que indiquei no final do post sobre o livro. É a história de um policial da Stasi (a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/3gNbMGcLfsQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/3411192009895568697/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=3411192009895568697&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/3411192009895568697?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/3411192009895568697?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/3gNbMGcLfsQ/20-anos-depois.html" title="20 anos depois" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04510652412158747097" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2009/11/20-anos-depois.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAHR3c9cCp7ImA9WxNUFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-5925329201321962611</id><published>2009-11-06T11:50:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T12:12:16.968-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-06T12:12:16.968-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TV" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hang the DJ" /><title>Hang the DJ</title><summary type="html">"Nothingman", Pearl Jam. É a música de fundo para uma das mais belas cenas de "Californication", no final da segunda temporada.No dia da morte de Kurt Cobain, Hank e Karen estão se despedindo, quando ela o chama para acompanhar a vigília dedicada a Cobain. O que a motivou foi uma carta, que Hank lê em off, uma declaração de amor comovente. Depois, a cena pula para 2008, época em que se passa a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/Y-0cHVXEijg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/5925329201321962611/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=5925329201321962611&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/5925329201321962611?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/5925329201321962611?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/Y-0cHVXEijg/hang-dj.html" title="Hang the DJ" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04510652412158747097" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2009/11/hang-dj.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8EQ385eyp7ImA9WxNUFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-3382000696912045377</id><published>2009-11-05T11:20:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T11:30:02.123-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-05T11:30:02.123-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Comportamento" /><title>Machos de plantão</title><summary type="html">A coluna de Contardo Calligaris de hoje na "Folha" trata do caso da garota que foi quase linchada e estuprada em público numa universidade em São Bernardo do Campo por ter aparecido de vestido curto e dos xingamentos que rodeiam o futebol (falei superficialmente aqui).Reproduzo a coluna abaixo, que lança alguma luz no ato medieval numa universidade (!?) e na terra devastada dos campos de futebol.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/4CpjZVxaV94" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/3382000696912045377/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=3382000696912045377&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/3382000696912045377?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/3382000696912045377?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/4CpjZVxaV94/machos-de-plantao.html" title="Machos de plantão" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04510652412158747097" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2009/11/machos-de-plantao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEMQX8-eCp7ImA9WxNUE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-47353331759251200</id><published>2009-11-05T00:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T00:38:00.150-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-05T00:38:00.150-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cinema" /><title>Cinema obsessivo</title><summary type="html">A Mostra Internacional de São Paulo termina hoje. Não assisti a nenhum filme. Não faltaram títulos que me entusiasmassem para enveredar pelas salas de cinema. Sobrou preguiça.Anos atrás, ir a uma sessão da Mostra era algo prazeroso. Sessões lotadas sempre existiram, mas não havia um frisson como existe hoje, em que pairam uma certa tensão e ansiedade excessiva na procura por ingressos não só de &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/8T9luOu_1ME" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/47353331759251200/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=47353331759251200&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/47353331759251200?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/47353331759251200?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/8T9luOu_1ME/cinema-obsessivo.html" title="Cinema obsessivo" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04510652412158747097" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2009/11/cinema-obsessivo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEHQHsyfip7ImA9WxNUE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-682133493852551915</id><published>2009-11-04T14:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T14:37:11.596-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-04T14:37:11.596-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Entre parêntesis" /><title>Minha ideia de felicidade 13</title><summary type="html">Comida caseira.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/gkq0LEgZAZ0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/682133493852551915/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=682133493852551915&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/682133493852551915?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/682133493852551915?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/gkq0LEgZAZ0/minha-ideia-de-felicidade-13.html" title="Minha ideia de felicidade 13" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04510652412158747097" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2009/11/minha-ideia-de-felicidade-13.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ANSX85eip7ImA9WxNUEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-2865430069872902966</id><published>2009-11-03T12:58:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T13:23:18.122-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-03T13:23:18.122-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cinema" /><title>Da mutilação ao tédio</title><summary type="html">Não entendi "Anticristo". Confesso. Não lembro das críticas publicadas na época e me recusei a procurá-las depois de assistir ao filme de Lars von Trier. Não entendi o burburinho, pois a história é até banal.Um casal em crise após a morte do filho busca refúgio em Éden, uma floresta que revela segredos do passado de ambos. Há sexo - as cenas explícitas me pareceram gratuitas, como a da abertura -&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/R_QPcprvKD0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/2865430069872902966/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=2865430069872902966&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/2865430069872902966?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/2865430069872902966?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/R_QPcprvKD0/da-mutilacao-ao-tedio.html" title="Da mutilação ao tédio" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04510652412158747097" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJxGAlWUNKc/SvBI68hG4dI/AAAAAAAADxk/YqSQQ3MHQhU/s72-c/antichrist_13.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2009/11/da-mutilacao-ao-tedio.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUGQXc7fCp7ImA9WxNVGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-772809571110898171</id><published>2009-10-30T00:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T00:37:00.904-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-30T00:37:00.904-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hang the DJ" /><title>Hang the DJ</title><summary type="html">"I got you (I feel good)", James Brown. Porque hoje é sexta...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/dyqmabm14mQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/772809571110898171/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=772809571110898171&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/772809571110898171?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/772809571110898171?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/dyqmabm14mQ/hang-dj_30.html" title="Hang the DJ" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04510652412158747097" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2009/10/hang-dj_30.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIAQ3o7fip7ImA9WxNVGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-6437148586277215623</id><published>2009-10-29T13:12:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T13:35:42.406-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-29T13:35:42.406-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literatura" /><title>Uma nova leitura</title><summary type="html">Acabei de ouvir a biografia de Tim Maia, "Vale Tudo", de Nélson Motta. Experiência nova, nunca tinha entrado no campo do audiolivro. No começo, estranhei demais o gênero, talvez com um certo preconceito de enveredar por uma "leitura" que me era desconhecida. Livro para mim sempre foi no papel.Ouvir requer uma concentração maior do que ler no papel. Instantaneamente nos desviamos da "leitura", &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/n3ptQhPTzq0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/6437148586277215623/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=6437148586277215623&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/6437148586277215623?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/6437148586277215623?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/n3ptQhPTzq0/uma-nova-leitura.html" title="Uma nova leitura" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04510652412158747097" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2009/10/uma-nova-leitura.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQCQXw8fSp7ImA9WxNVFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-1843790227641665010</id><published>2009-10-28T00:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T00:36:00.275-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-28T00:36:00.275-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literatura" /><title>Saiu da cabeceira</title><summary type="html">Hoje, investigação policial com técnicas forenses é coisa banal na TV. Os três "CSI", mais "NCIS", "Bones", para citar três exemplos, exploram o detetive que trata o crime como ciência. Não era assim no século 19.É o que mostra Kate Summerscale em "As suspeitas do sr. Whicher", livro que conta a história da investigação de um crime que chocou a Inglaterra na segunda metade dos oitocentos. Jack &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/n3keeRqgEoI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/1843790227641665010/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=1843790227641665010&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/1843790227641665010?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/1843790227641665010?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/n3keeRqgEoI/saiu-da-cabeceira_28.html" title="Saiu da cabeceira" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04510652412158747097" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJxGAlWUNKc/Sudzgim5S5I/AAAAAAAADw8/ZCyGoJAMPKE/s72-c/590666.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2009/10/saiu-da-cabeceira_28.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUMRH09eyp7ImA9WxNVFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-2259432904704415</id><published>2009-10-27T12:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T12:04:45.363-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-27T12:04:45.363-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cidade" /><title>Comunidade, identidade, estabilidade</title><summary type="html">Fiquei sabendo pelos jornais que o metrô criou uma nova forma de embarque na estação Sé, para quem vai para a zona leste de São Paulo, no final da tarde. Esse destino é um dos mais tumultuados, o fluxo de pessoas é maior do que as plataformas comportam. O que causa sempre um certo desconforto.Tinha entendido que uma série de barreiras e um batalhão de "orientadores" fazem uma triagem e distribuem&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/kUd7uzczpqs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/2259432904704415/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=2259432904704415&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/2259432904704415?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/2259432904704415?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/kUd7uzczpqs/comunidade-identidade-estabilidade.html" title="Comunidade, identidade, estabilidade" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04510652412158747097" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJxGAlWUNKc/SuYcl5stkKI/AAAAAAAADws/5lLxlt9-0SY/s72-c/23102009%28001%29.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2009/10/comunidade-identidade-estabilidade.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQERXcycSp7ImA9WxNVFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-2137910011148076421</id><published>2009-10-26T18:21:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T18:51:44.999-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-26T18:51:44.999-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Comportamento" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TV" /><title>Sexy sua</title><summary type="html">Eis que chega a última revista Vip promocional, a terceira. Abro e vejo na capa que Grazi Massafera foi a eleita a mulher mais sexy do mundo pelos leitores. A segunda foi a Juliana Paes, seguida por Scarlett Johansson, Ana Hickmann e Sandy - são as cinco primeiras, a lista das 100 vai aqui.Viro as páginas e encontro dezenas de nomes de mulheres que nunca ouvi falar, nunca vi fotos, nem nada. Do &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/bGMnK4QbOgg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/2137910011148076421/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=2137910011148076421&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/2137910011148076421?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/2137910011148076421?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/bGMnK4QbOgg/sexy-sua.html" title="Sexy sua" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04510652412158747097" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJxGAlWUNKc/SuYLfB4NGhI/AAAAAAAADwk/y1w0vusPdcA/s72-c/grazi-massafera-04.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2009/10/sexy-sua.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQARHgzcCp7ImA9WxNVFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-9034293281503720791</id><published>2009-10-25T20:55:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:45:45.688-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-25T21:45:45.688-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Comportamento" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Esporte" /><title>Arquibancada caseira</title><summary type="html">Não preciso ligar a TV, a internet nem o rádio para saber os resultados de jogos que envolvem times paulistas. Os gritos e xingamentos que ecoam no entorno de onde moro me obrigam a saber qual time marcou um gol.Por aqui, a maioria é são-paulina, com palmeirenses e corintianos a seguir, com algum espaço para santistas.Hoje, com sete gols no clássico Santos x São Paulo, foi uma festa. Mas foi &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/9RQ_829lx2k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/9034293281503720791/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=9034293281503720791&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/9034293281503720791?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/9034293281503720791?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/9RQ_829lx2k/arquibancada-caseira.html" title="Arquibancada caseira" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04510652412158747097" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2009/10/arquibancada-caseira.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QEQX86eCp7ImA9WxNVEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-3914777013437708464</id><published>2009-10-23T00:35:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T00:35:00.110-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-23T00:35:00.110-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hang the DJ" /><title>Hang the DJ</title><summary type="html">"Uns dias", Paralamas, uma espécie de homenagem na trilha do documentário "Herbert de perto" - com Dado Villa-Lobos, tanto lá como aqui.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/LdDyrzFAF4w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/3914777013437708464/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=3914777013437708464&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/3914777013437708464?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/3914777013437708464?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/LdDyrzFAF4w/hang-dj_23.html" title="Hang the DJ" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04510652412158747097" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2009/10/hang-dj_23.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUENSHk6eCp7ImA9WxNVEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-8169550841180725990</id><published>2009-10-22T21:16:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:21:39.710-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-22T21:21:39.710-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Música" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TV" /><title>No escuro</title><summary type="html">A música chegou no final do episódio "Os emancipadas", da quinta temporada de "House". Voz e violão, que poderiam até lembrar Damian Rice, mas a voz é um pouco mais grave, pontual.Hoje, Google a postos, descobri autor e música, Alexi Murdoch, "Through the Dark". Nunca tinha ouvido falar... Não sei se o cara é uma espécie de James Blunt ou se é da estirpe de Rice.Sei que baixei o EP "Towards the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/x4npurpzVWI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/8169550841180725990/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=8169550841180725990&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/8169550841180725990?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/8169550841180725990?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/x4npurpzVWI/no-escuro.html" title="No escuro" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04510652412158747097" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-escuro.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQGQXgyeCp7ImA9WxNVEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-838873986153399349</id><published>2009-10-21T00:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T00:32:00.690-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-21T00:32:00.690-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literatura" /><title>Saiu da cabeceira</title><summary type="html">Após ler "A morte do gourmet", fui atrás do outro livro de Muriel Barbery traduzido para o português, "A elegância do ouriço". Sua prosa fluente me fez curioso.Este "A elegância" chegou primeiro ao Brasil, mas sua  ação se passa depois de "A morte". Barbery recupera o crítico gastronômico Pierre Arthens, prestes a morrer, para contar a história num edifício parisiense.Reneé é a zeladora que gosta&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/hBsEaVrrN0Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/838873986153399349/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=838873986153399349&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/838873986153399349?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/838873986153399349?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/hBsEaVrrN0Q/saiu-da-cabeceira_21.html" title="Saiu da cabeceira" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04510652412158747097" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJxGAlWUNKc/Stz1t7z6CgI/AAAAAAAADvk/bZFGaNN4Jw8/s72-c/2370333.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2009/10/saiu-da-cabeceira_21.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQNQn47fSp7ImA9WxNVEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38885631.post-1188934188896387321</id><published>2009-10-20T11:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:13:13.005-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-20T11:13:13.005-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fotografia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Olhares" /><title>Olhares</title><summary type="html">Centro Cultural Recoleta, em Buenos Aires.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~4/wS-t9QzyV9c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/feeds/1188934188896387321/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38885631&amp;postID=1188934188896387321&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/1188934188896387321?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38885631/posts/default/1188934188896387321?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/verbotransitivo/~3/wS-t9QzyV9c/olhares.html" title="Olhares" /><author><name>Ricardo Ballarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10264425237406700166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04510652412158747097" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJxGAlWUNKc/St23THqUQaI/AAAAAAAADvs/vUndtqlfj_4/s72-c/Buenos+Aires+101.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://verbotransitivo.blogspot.com/2009/10/olhares.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
