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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cBQ3k9fip7ImA9WhRaE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429657926997009652</id><updated>2012-02-15T16:04:12.766-02:00</updated><category term="Sonhos" /><category term="Agradecimentos" /><category term="Esporte" /><category term="Épico" /><category term="TV" /><category term="Ação" /><category term="Internet" /><category term="Sorte" /><category term="Preconceito" /><category term="Variados" /><category term="Fim" /><category term="Filmes" /><category term="Diário" /><category term="Razão" /><category term="Biografia" /><category term="Livros" /><category term="Educação" /><category term="Nada a acrescentar" /><category term="Atuais" /><category term="Blogsfera" /><category term="Morte" /><category term="Drama" /><category term="Ciência" /><category term="Suspense" /><category term="Música" /><category term="Preguiça" /><category term="Futebol" /><category term="Religião" /><category term="Poemas" /><category term="Abstrato" /><category term="Rock" /><category term="Crença" /><category term="Error" /><category term="Wiki" /><category term="Fim de ano" /><title>Antes de mais nada...</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Ana R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939751437995538659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3r3t47YjDx4/TlaE9ixF-4I/AAAAAAAAAu0/GnO1WIlM4OY/s220/5562474789_2f1b968b03_b_large.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/AntesDeMaisNada" /><feedburner:info uri="antesdemaisnada" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>AntesDeMaisNada</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4MQnk5fCp7ImA9WhRbGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429657926997009652.post-5760997824136147499</id><published>2012-02-10T17:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T17:09:43.724-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-10T17:09:43.724-02:00</app:edited><title>(Anti-)Vegetarianismo</title><summary type="html">
Sempre vivi nesse conflito gastronômico-ideológico de vegetarianismo e carnivorismo. Em princípio porque eu estudava num colégio altamente religioso, onde o vegetarianismo é como se fosse parte da castidade. E depois a minha família tem a singular tradição de matar o que come. Sim: tem uma coisa que meus parentes fazem chamada "Morcília"; um nome bonito que leva um ingrediente bem exótico: &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~4/-fHh0h9n1pc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/feeds/5760997824136147499/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429657926997009652&amp;postID=5760997824136147499" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/5760997824136147499?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/5760997824136147499?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~3/-fHh0h9n1pc/anti-vegetarianismo.html" title="(Anti-)Vegetarianismo" /><author><name>Ana R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939751437995538659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3r3t47YjDx4/TlaE9ixF-4I/AAAAAAAAAu0/GnO1WIlM4OY/s220/5562474789_2f1b968b03_b_large.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ewXXfP0ZpxA/TWGNnbcnpqI/AAAAAAAAACk/5Ftisp_wDg8/s72-c/rupestre_blog.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/2012/02/anti-vegetarianismo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUGSXw5fyp7ImA9WhRbEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429657926997009652.post-4797218506844814758</id><published>2012-02-03T13:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T13:50:28.227-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-03T13:50:28.227-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Educação" /><title>Antipedagogia</title><summary type="html">
Quando eu terminei o ensino médio, em 2010, o sistema de cotas, programas governamentais e o novo ENEM complicaram a minha vida ao mesmo tempo em que facilitava muito as vidas de tantos outros. Distribuir vagas assim deliberadamente é como ir na periferia e jogar dinheiro para o alto - beneficia o pobre, mas não necessariamente quem mais precisa ou vai fazer bom proveito disso. Tudo bem; na real&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~4/2aenBA_xUs4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/feeds/4797218506844814758/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429657926997009652&amp;postID=4797218506844814758" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/4797218506844814758?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/4797218506844814758?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~3/2aenBA_xUs4/antipedagogia.html" title="Antipedagogia" /><author><name>Ana R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939751437995538659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3r3t47YjDx4/TlaE9ixF-4I/AAAAAAAAAu0/GnO1WIlM4OY/s220/5562474789_2f1b968b03_b_large.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/2012/02/antipedagogia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAFR3o9eCp7ImA9WhRUGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429657926997009652.post-4893903874798256725</id><published>2012-01-30T12:11:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T12:11:56.460-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-30T12:11:56.460-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Música" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rock" /><title>Come ooooon... Take me out</title><summary type="html">Primeira postagem com música do ano:
Franz Ferdinand - Take me out

Sugira música para as próximas postagens



Hope you enjoy.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~4/8vNZa6hRq_A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/feeds/4893903874798256725/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429657926997009652&amp;postID=4893903874798256725" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/4893903874798256725?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/4893903874798256725?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~3/8vNZa6hRq_A/come-ooooon-take-me-out.html" title="Come ooooon... Take me out" /><author><name>Ana R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939751437995538659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3r3t47YjDx4/TlaE9ixF-4I/AAAAAAAAAu0/GnO1WIlM4OY/s220/5562474789_2f1b968b03_b_large.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/Ijk4j-r7qPA/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/2012/01/come-ooooon-take-me-out.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQMQ38-eip7ImA9WhRUF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429657926997009652.post-5118716752746206775</id><published>2012-01-27T20:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T20:46:22.152-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-27T20:46:22.152-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Atuais" /><title>Fora da lei</title><summary type="html">


Esses dias, ou ontem mais precisamente, resolvi me atualizar quanto ao que está acontecendo no mundo. Você já deve estar a par: Um certo país do nosso continente com projetos de lei que prometem monopolizar e censurar a internet de modo absurdo. Pelo menos na minha opinião é uma tentativa desesperada de um império decadente de recuperar toda a sua antiga hegemonia com essa medida antiquada e &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~4/mmWbDXp_bfo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/feeds/5118716752746206775/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429657926997009652&amp;postID=5118716752746206775" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/5118716752746206775?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/5118716752746206775?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~3/mmWbDXp_bfo/fora-da-lei.html" title="Fora da lei" /><author><name>Ana R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939751437995538659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3r3t47YjDx4/TlaE9ixF-4I/AAAAAAAAAu0/GnO1WIlM4OY/s220/5562474789_2f1b968b03_b_large.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QYI86sbSr18/TyMnJ7Mos0I/AAAAAAAAAx8/EDDdumcPbuM/s72-c/avatartemp.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/2012/01/fora-da-lei.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4ERXk9fSp7ImA9WhRbEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429657926997009652.post-3192929850850290482</id><published>2012-01-24T12:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T14:01:44.765-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-03T14:01:44.765-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Preconceito" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Música" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Atuais" /><title>Pelo fim do preconceito musical</title><summary type="html">



Quase caí de costas quando eu soube que um certo paranaense só fica atrás do fenômeno mundial chamado Adele se for em ordem alfabética. Ele veio de uma cidade no interior do interior, e eu bem me lembro a época em que eu via meus colegas pagando quinze reais para ir num show dele. Não, Michel Teló não é o melhor músico do mundo, mas os russos lá do outro lado do globo tão ouvindo seu hit. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~4/s0ctN6IVTIk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/feeds/3192929850850290482/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429657926997009652&amp;postID=3192929850850290482" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/3192929850850290482?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/3192929850850290482?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~3/s0ctN6IVTIk/pelo-fim-do-preconceito-musical.html" title="Pelo fim do preconceito musical" /><author><name>Ana R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939751437995538659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3r3t47YjDx4/TlaE9ixF-4I/AAAAAAAAAu0/GnO1WIlM4OY/s220/5562474789_2f1b968b03_b_large.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/2012/01/pelo-fim-do-preconceito-musical.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cEQXo7fip7ImA9WhRVFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429657926997009652.post-1298899206918739331</id><published>2012-01-15T16:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T16:10:00.406-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-15T16:10:00.406-02:00</app:edited><title>Postagem n. 100</title><summary type="html">



(Uma postagem um pouco diferente)
10 coisas que você não sabe sobre... mim:



1 - Eu não sei diferenciar esquerda de direita.

2 - Quando tá frio eu digito com uma mão só.

3 - Eu tenho uma lanterna em forma de dragão desde que eu tinha 11 anos. Eu uso quando eu tenho preguiça de ligar a luz de noite.

4 - Quando eu tinha 15 anos eu era "emo" (passado sujo).

5 - Eu nasci e moro há 18 anos &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~4/M5zMXamCP2o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/feeds/1298899206918739331/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429657926997009652&amp;postID=1298899206918739331" title="7 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/1298899206918739331?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/1298899206918739331?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~3/M5zMXamCP2o/postagem-n-100.html" title="Postagem n. 100" /><author><name>Ana R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939751437995538659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3r3t47YjDx4/TlaE9ixF-4I/AAAAAAAAAu0/GnO1WIlM4OY/s220/5562474789_2f1b968b03_b_large.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P1w0gdRT7uE/TYkJQXQjoJI/AAAAAAAACiU/hfFog-wH4Lc/s72-c/100_posts.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/2012/01/postagem-n-100.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08GSHk5fSp7ImA9WhRVE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429657926997009652.post-3352264034825025627</id><published>2012-01-12T16:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T16:10:29.725-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-12T16:10:29.725-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Morte" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Épico" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Filmes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Drama" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ação" /><title>Imortais</title><summary type="html">




Sem apelar para atores mais carismáticos como Orlando Bloon ou Russel Crowe, os produtores de "300" conseguiram fazer mais um filme epicamente sangrento. Nessa trama, o heroi Teseu é escolhido para proteger a humanidade de uma guerra que vai muito além desse mundo, tendo como cenário a antiga Grécia. Em dados momentos os próprios deuses do Olimpo descem das nuvens para lutar no "corpo a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~4/bSplhMUBU8I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/feeds/3352264034825025627/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429657926997009652&amp;postID=3352264034825025627" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/3352264034825025627?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/3352264034825025627?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~3/bSplhMUBU8I/imortais.html" title="Imortais" /><author><name>Ana R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939751437995538659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3r3t47YjDx4/TlaE9ixF-4I/AAAAAAAAAu0/GnO1WIlM4OY/s220/5562474789_2f1b968b03_b_large.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/2012/01/imortais.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MMQH44eCp7ImA9WhRVEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429657926997009652.post-2657593855634886040</id><published>2012-01-09T15:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T15:51:21.030-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-09T15:51:21.030-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sorte" /><title>De repente... 18</title><summary type="html">

 


A tão sonhada maioridade... Não é só eu que começo a enfrentar essa realidade agora. Mal é dada a largada para a "vida adulta" e tanta gente fica para trás. É só você ver as gurias que antes dos 18 já tem filhos e nem sabem o que fazer com eles, ou quem cai no vício dos entorpecentes e similares, ou quem não vive para completar 19. Também tem aqueles que estão sempre mil anos luz à frente, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~4/Kf0o6lxJlVs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/feeds/2657593855634886040/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429657926997009652&amp;postID=2657593855634886040" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/2657593855634886040?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/2657593855634886040?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~3/Kf0o6lxJlVs/de-repente-18.html" title="De repente... 18" /><author><name>Ana R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939751437995538659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3r3t47YjDx4/TlaE9ixF-4I/AAAAAAAAAu0/GnO1WIlM4OY/s220/5562474789_2f1b968b03_b_large.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/2012/01/de-repente-18.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQNR3czcSp7ImA9WhRWFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429657926997009652.post-1577928870233806526</id><published>2012-01-03T13:52:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T14:33:16.989-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-03T14:33:16.989-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wiki" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Error" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Internet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogsfera" /><title>Herrar é o Mano</title><summary type="html">

 


 Estive hoje a pesquisar soluções para problemas no blogger, que no que 
se refere a domínios meus está cada vez mais evidente e absurdo, e 
encontrei um artigo muito interessante (e muito doido) na Wikipédia 
sobre a palavra "Error". Fala que erro é diferente de ilusão, falha, 
gafe, culpa, desvio de conduta, engano, et cetera, porque todos esses 
são termos para situações específicas em &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~4/lj0wtpZCSQw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/feeds/1577928870233806526/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429657926997009652&amp;postID=1577928870233806526" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/1577928870233806526?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/1577928870233806526?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~3/lj0wtpZCSQw/herrar-e-o-mano.html" title="Herrar é o Mano" /><author><name>Ana R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939751437995538659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3r3t47YjDx4/TlaE9ixF-4I/AAAAAAAAAu0/GnO1WIlM4OY/s220/5562474789_2f1b968b03_b_large.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/2012/01/herrar-e-o-mano.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQFQ3k4cCp7ImA9WhRWFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429657926997009652.post-1455791467073877608</id><published>2012-01-02T18:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T18:48:32.738-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-02T18:48:32.738-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Suspense" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Música" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Filmes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rock" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nada a acrescentar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Livros" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Drama" /><title>O perfume (a história de um assassino)</title><summary type="html">


 










Every wet nurse refused to feed him...
 
Electrolytes smell like semen... 
I promise not to sell your perfumed secrets... 
There are countless formulas for pressing flowers...



"No século XVIII viveu na França um homem que pertenceu à galeria das mais geniais e detestáveis figuras daquele século nada pobre em figuras geniais e detestáveis. A sua história é contada aqui. Ele se &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~4/DbTd4kmuioQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/feeds/1455791467073877608/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429657926997009652&amp;postID=1455791467073877608" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/1455791467073877608?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/1455791467073877608?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~3/DbTd4kmuioQ/o-perfume-historia-de-um-assassino.html" title="O perfume (a história de um assassino)" /><author><name>Ana R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939751437995538659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3r3t47YjDx4/TlaE9ixF-4I/AAAAAAAAAu0/GnO1WIlM4OY/s220/5562474789_2f1b968b03_b_large.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-perfume-historia-de-um-assassino.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08EQHc7fyp7ImA9WhRWEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429657926997009652.post-7000383698603275976</id><published>2011-12-29T14:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T00:23:21.907-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-30T00:23:21.907-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Religião" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fim de ano" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Razão" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crença" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ciência" /><title>Vários, Um, ou nem Um</title><summary type="html">







Na infância enfiam na nossa cabeça ideias sobre um Céu e um Inferno e um Deus que pune pelas mínimas coisas, e quando você cresce e as suas próprias ideias falam mais alto você inconscientemente tem medo. Hoje você vê uma dualidade no mundo "intelectual": ateus vs cristãos. Ao contrário do que você pode pensar - principalmente se você for ateu - existe muito cristão inteligente e muito &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~4/9L_ln3TnllA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/feeds/7000383698603275976/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429657926997009652&amp;postID=7000383698603275976" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/7000383698603275976?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/7000383698603275976?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~3/9L_ln3TnllA/varios-um-ou-nem-um.html" title="Vários, Um, ou nem Um" /><author><name>Ana R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939751437995538659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3r3t47YjDx4/TlaE9ixF-4I/AAAAAAAAAu0/GnO1WIlM4OY/s220/5562474789_2f1b968b03_b_large.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/2011/12/varios-um-ou-nem-um.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcHQ3o7eyp7ImA9WhRXF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429657926997009652.post-2810793651874415118</id><published>2011-12-25T01:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T01:00:32.403-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-25T01:00:32.403-02:00</app:edited><title>You could have had it all...</title><summary type="html">Independente de o quê isso signifique para você,
tenha um bom Natal.

E,
independente de como você quer que seja,
tenha um bom 2012.

Enjoy this song:







&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~4/d5pqdSCj2w4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/feeds/2810793651874415118/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429657926997009652&amp;postID=2810793651874415118" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/2810793651874415118?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/2810793651874415118?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~3/d5pqdSCj2w4/you-could-have-had-it-all.html" title="You could have had it all..." /><author><name>Ana R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939751437995538659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3r3t47YjDx4/TlaE9ixF-4I/AAAAAAAAAu0/GnO1WIlM4OY/s220/5562474789_2f1b968b03_b_large.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-could-have-had-it-all.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08CQn8yeip7ImA9WhRQF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429657926997009652.post-826417194998232844</id><published>2011-12-12T14:29:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T15:44:23.192-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-12T15:44:23.192-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fim" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Variados" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Agradecimentos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Internet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogsfera" /><title>Special thanks</title><summary type="html">






Mantendo o site "fora do ar" por um tempo eu interrompi o script que repassava os dados para o Analytics, que por sua vez repassava para o Google que fazia as incidências em resultados de pesquisas serem maiores. Em outras palavras: mantendo o site fora do ar por um mês as visitas cairam em 80%. Para recuperar eu teria que atualizar com mais frequencia, digamos que umas duas vezes por dia &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~4/ZPpHzTzacXU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/feeds/826417194998232844/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429657926997009652&amp;postID=826417194998232844" title="5 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/826417194998232844?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/826417194998232844?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~3/ZPpHzTzacXU/special-thanks.html" title="Special thanks" /><author><name>Ana R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939751437995538659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3r3t47YjDx4/TlaE9ixF-4I/AAAAAAAAAu0/GnO1WIlM4OY/s220/5562474789_2f1b968b03_b_large.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZQ_qvnE9wc/TuY6vrNXz0I/AAAAAAAAAxg/tQJFL779cTM/s72-c/4231178340_6ede469e59_z_large.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/2011/12/special-thanks.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UFSHo7eCp7ImA9WhRQEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429657926997009652.post-2276963961830287188</id><published>2011-12-04T18:32:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T19:46:59.400-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-04T19:46:59.400-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Futebol" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Filmes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Esporte" /><title>Eu odeio futebol</title><summary type="html">



Hoje tem ou teve algum jogo de futebol de times que desconheço em algum lugar nesse país. Com o perdão de quem aprecia o esporte, eu acho o futebol o esporte mais escroto que já inventaram. Existe a ginástica, a natação, o basquete, o xadrez ou qualquer outro esporte que tem a mesma capacidade de garantir muita emoção a quem não joga nada ou não entende bulhufas, mas ainda assim a maioria das&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~4/nuOd6muBKSk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/feeds/2276963961830287188/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429657926997009652&amp;postID=2276963961830287188" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/2276963961830287188?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/2276963961830287188?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~3/nuOd6muBKSk/eu-odeio-futebol.html" title="Eu odeio futebol" /><author><name>Ana R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939751437995538659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3r3t47YjDx4/TlaE9ixF-4I/AAAAAAAAAu0/GnO1WIlM4OY/s220/5562474789_2f1b968b03_b_large.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BhoQavWUykc/TtvoX6_On9I/AAAAAAAAAxY/zR62t84ZrG0/s72-c/futebol-hooligans-kaka.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/2011/12/eu-odeio-futebol.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEGQXg9fyp7ImA9WhRRFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429657926997009652.post-5255120518920631536</id><published>2011-11-28T13:13:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T13:20:20.667-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-28T13:20:20.667-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Música" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Variados" /><title>You really got a hold on me (Beatles)</title><summary type="html">Hope you enjoy.











&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~4/bClaimjeB9w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/feeds/5255120518920631536/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429657926997009652&amp;postID=5255120518920631536" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/5255120518920631536?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/5255120518920631536?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~3/bClaimjeB9w/you-really-got-hold-on-me-beatles.html" title="You really got a hold on me (Beatles)" /><author><name>Ana R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939751437995538659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3r3t47YjDx4/TlaE9ixF-4I/AAAAAAAAAu0/GnO1WIlM4OY/s220/5562474789_2f1b968b03_b_large.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-really-got-hold-on-me-beatles.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIHQH87fCp7ImA9WhRREko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429657926997009652.post-6908282835361689563</id><published>2011-11-26T01:27:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T01:35:31.104-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-26T01:35:31.104-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Preguiça" /><title>Procras...</title><summary type="html">
Procrastinação: ato ou efeito de adiar, de postergar. Preguiça. Molesa de espírito. É aquilo que você sente quando você não tem nada para fazer e ainda assim não quer ter algo para fazer, ou, pior ainda, quando você tem milhares de coisas a fazer e quer se ver livre de tudo, espontaneamente alérgico a rotinas e obrigações. Não que o que você faça e o ritmo que você leve sejam obrigatórios; você &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~4/Ai1xU7doUHI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/feeds/6908282835361689563/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429657926997009652&amp;postID=6908282835361689563" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/6908282835361689563?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/6908282835361689563?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~3/Ai1xU7doUHI/procras.html" title="Procras..." /><author><name>Ana R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939751437995538659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3r3t47YjDx4/TlaE9ixF-4I/AAAAAAAAAu0/GnO1WIlM4OY/s220/5562474789_2f1b968b03_b_large.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3sIbKBz6Y0/TtBeYFuhg2I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/p8pB5yDkLk0/s72-c/sleeping-snoopy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/2011/11/procras.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQGSXw8fip7ImA9WhRSF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429657926997009652.post-5607414808968808954</id><published>2011-11-20T00:42:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T00:48:48.276-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-20T00:48:48.276-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Internet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogsfera" /><title>Fora do ar</title><summary type="html">


Espera...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~4/e3lWOwnLct8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/feeds/5607414808968808954/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429657926997009652&amp;postID=5607414808968808954" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/5607414808968808954?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/5607414808968808954?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~3/e3lWOwnLct8/fora-do-ar.html" title="Fora do ar" /><author><name>Ana R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939751437995538659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3r3t47YjDx4/TlaE9ixF-4I/AAAAAAAAAu0/GnO1WIlM4OY/s220/5562474789_2f1b968b03_b_large.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-naCCFWIX2m0/TshpJN8L_iI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/VNsOYt0HC1U/s72-c/FORADOAR.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/2011/11/fora-do-ar.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4EQnk4eCp7ImA9WhdWFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429657926997009652.post-8765074306416619601</id><published>2011-09-10T16:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T16:45:03.730-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-10T16:45:03.730-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sonhos" /><title>Sonhos #2</title><summary type="html">
Eis que explodiu a guerra, e eu era peça fundamental para o rumo das batalhas. Estando no meio da espionagem, eu conseguia identificar sotaques estrangeiros até mesmo daqueles que passavam anos e anos aprimorando. Ninguém me superava nesse aspecto; eu poderia dizer até mesmo a região de onde você veio só em ouvir o seu sotaque, e o meu sotaque ninguém, absolutamente ninguém percebia. Muitos &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~4/CMt075VTj4o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/feeds/8765074306416619601/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429657926997009652&amp;postID=8765074306416619601" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/8765074306416619601?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/8765074306416619601?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~3/CMt075VTj4o/sonhos-2.html" title="Sonhos #2" /><author><name>Ana R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939751437995538659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3r3t47YjDx4/TlaE9ixF-4I/AAAAAAAAAu0/GnO1WIlM4OY/s220/5562474789_2f1b968b03_b_large.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EP5LWHWxaBs/Tmu7p4CLc5I/AAAAAAAAAvo/gC8NyVhezfI/s72-c/Sonho+Causado+Pelo+Voo+de+uma+Abelha+ao+Redor+de+Uma+Rom%25C3%25A3+um+Segundo+Antes+de+Acordar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/2011/09/sonhos-2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMEQ3o8fip7ImA9WhdWE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429657926997009652.post-2447149115640540026</id><published>2011-09-06T12:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T17:20:02.476-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-06T17:20:02.476-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Internet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogsfera" /><title>Aos blogueiros</title><summary type="html">﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ 


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Não sei se isso tem importância, mas para quem não sabe no último dia 31 foi o Dia do Blog. Parece-me que essa data foi criada na "Idade do ouro" dos blogs; no auge, quando não existiam redes sociais tais como temos hoje e qualquer adolescente fazia um blog para encher de fotos e escrever sobre a sua vida. Essa época acabou. Vieram os flogs e os internautas desertaram em &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~4/M_Cwt3Bb3i4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/feeds/2447149115640540026/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429657926997009652&amp;postID=2447149115640540026" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/2447149115640540026?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/2447149115640540026?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~3/M_Cwt3Bb3i4/aos-blogueiros.html" title="Aos blogueiros" /><author><name>Ana R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939751437995538659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3r3t47YjDx4/TlaE9ixF-4I/AAAAAAAAAu0/GnO1WIlM4OY/s220/5562474789_2f1b968b03_b_large.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HErzFtIDPBc/TmY0qU-poaI/AAAAAAAAAvk/xJZc7qFHa0k/s72-c/Blogger.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/2011/09/aos-blogueiros.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYCSXs9eip7ImA9WhdUEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429657926997009652.post-5298019810513382553</id><published>2011-09-01T15:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T13:26:08.562-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-28T13:26:08.562-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Abstrato" /><title>Platônico</title><summary type="html">


Platão morreu sem ter noção do significado que nas gerações posteriores seria atribuído ao seu nome. Eu acho que tal conceito alcançou uma dimensão mais avassaladora do que o filósofo poderia imaginar. O ideal, o perfeito, o belo... Você sabe como é isso na prática? Saiba que não é algo que com facilidade você ilustra com palavras. Pensa: você passou a infância sonhando com super-poderes e de &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~4/DOY5vyVSAiY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/feeds/5298019810513382553/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429657926997009652&amp;postID=5298019810513382553" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/5298019810513382553?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/5298019810513382553?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~3/DOY5vyVSAiY/platonico.html" title="Platônico" /><author><name>Ana R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939751437995538659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3r3t47YjDx4/TlaE9ixF-4I/AAAAAAAAAu0/GnO1WIlM4OY/s220/5562474789_2f1b968b03_b_large.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qMBAmHRKRYk/Tl77oCs2sqI/AAAAAAAAAvY/gpr13_yCtEY/s72-c/tumblr_lj0c3mJzm41qgt18lo1_500_large.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/2011/09/platonico.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQNR306fyp7ImA9WhdXE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429657926997009652.post-925295392634545591</id><published>2011-08-26T12:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T16:36:36.317-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-26T16:36:36.317-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Filmes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TV" /><title>Sem Permissão Para Dirigir</title><summary type="html">PEu me lembro de ter assistido três filmes dos anos 80: Curtindo a vida adoidado (1986), Te pego lá fora (1987) e Sem licença para dirigir (1988). Eu vi esses filmes na Sessão da Tarde na época em que eu tinha tempo de sobra, e, além de não entender o enredo ficava me perguntando porque as pessoas do filme tinham o cabelo zuado e usavam as calças na altura do umbigo. Assistindo Sem licença para &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~4/v50PCd4JI38" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/feeds/925295392634545591/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429657926997009652&amp;postID=925295392634545591" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/925295392634545591?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/925295392634545591?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~3/v50PCd4JI38/sem-permissao-para-dirigir.html" title="Sem Permissão Para Dirigir" /><author><name>Ana R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939751437995538659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3r3t47YjDx4/TlaE9ixF-4I/AAAAAAAAAu0/GnO1WIlM4OY/s220/5562474789_2f1b968b03_b_large.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UsfL7fGUzUk/Tlez45CC-II/AAAAAAAAAvU/a8XIIM7kkvI/s72-c/licensetodrive.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/2011/08/sem-permissao-para-dirigir.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cFQn0zeSp7ImA9WhdXE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429657926997009652.post-7554093715515351910</id><published>2011-08-21T23:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T12:03:33.381-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-26T12:03:33.381-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Diário" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Biografia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Livros" /><title>O diário de Nina Lugovskaia</title><summary type="html">"... De fato eu estaria bem, se não fosse por essa gente fastidiosa e insuportável. Eles zumbem ao meu redor como moscas, importunam, irritam, golpeiam-me no ponto em que busco me proteger de qualquer contato indelicado".

Há quem diga que Nina Logovskaia foi uma jovem revolucionária; outros diriam que foi só mais uma menina vivendo num período histórico complicado. Eu penso que ela foi os dois &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~4/HifCwCJhk0M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/feeds/7554093715515351910/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429657926997009652&amp;postID=7554093715515351910" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/7554093715515351910?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/7554093715515351910?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~3/HifCwCJhk0M/o-diario-de-nina-lugovskaia.html" title="O diário de Nina Lugovskaia" /><author><name>Ana R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939751437995538659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3r3t47YjDx4/TlaE9ixF-4I/AAAAAAAAAu0/GnO1WIlM4OY/s220/5562474789_2f1b968b03_b_large.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nWuGk2NVNNI/TlG2AxFGrBI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Yml-h2yFDzc/s72-c/O_DIARIO_DE_NINA_LUGOVSKAIA_1272253007P.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-diario-de-nina-lugovskaia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08ERXk8cCp7ImA9WhdXEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429657926997009652.post-680153517745298291</id><published>2011-08-15T00:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T14:03:24.778-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-25T14:03:24.778-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Livros" /><title>Eu só queria um café</title><summary type="html">O mundo está tão cheio de livros mas grande parte deles não te estimula a sair da primeira página. Não nego que há muitos bons livros mas esses devem estar  bem escondidos atrás dos mais caros, com a melhor edição, capa mais pomposa. Os melhores não devem estar em e-book, circulando pela internet, para download em um blog. Não! Não querendo dizer que esses não sejam bons - não sei - mas eu busco &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~4/NmBnxI1YIcI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/feeds/680153517745298291/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429657926997009652&amp;postID=680153517745298291" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/680153517745298291?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/680153517745298291?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~3/NmBnxI1YIcI/eu-so-queria-um-cafe.html" title="Eu só queria um café" /><author><name>Ana R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939751437995538659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3r3t47YjDx4/TlaE9ixF-4I/AAAAAAAAAu0/GnO1WIlM4OY/s220/5562474789_2f1b968b03_b_large.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BAqEATjFUUI/TkiP2QE0L3I/AAAAAAAAAuE/aNdE_OQHmyo/s72-c/15406264_large.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/2011/08/eu-so-queria-um-cafe.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAGSXc8fSp7ImA9WhdUEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429657926997009652.post-8513532467975280622</id><published>2011-06-12T00:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T13:52:08.975-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-28T13:52:08.975-03:00</app:edited><title>Exílio</title><summary type="html">Olá?
Tem alguém aí?
Há muito tempo eu estou tentando obter algum sinal. E vou continuar tentando. Eu só queria que alguém me tirasse daqui...
Há anos eu não ouço uma voz humana. Todos eles se foram. Meu único companheiro é o mar. O mar e o sol. O sol e a areia. Por quanto tempo mais esse cenário vai ameaçar me engolir?
Cartas nas garrafas, sinais no ar, uma tênue conexão quase perdida eu tento &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~4/eIcuY7jN4dw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/feeds/8513532467975280622/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429657926997009652&amp;postID=8513532467975280622" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/8513532467975280622?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/8513532467975280622?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~3/eIcuY7jN4dw/exilio.html" title="Exílio" /><author><name>Ana R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939751437995538659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3r3t47YjDx4/TlaE9ixF-4I/AAAAAAAAAu0/GnO1WIlM4OY/s220/5562474789_2f1b968b03_b_large.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rH77Ljt2qCI/TfQun19BRVI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/XyzIoOdjI1Q/s72-c/ilha_island.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/2011/06/exilio.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4EQ3Y8eyp7ImA9WhdSGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429657926997009652.post-7519966539529349044</id><published>2011-06-03T12:15:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T10:15:02.873-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-28T10:15:02.873-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Atuais" /><title>Obrigação</title><summary type="html">É muito provável que nos próximos anos o Brasil - e não só o Brasil, mas também outros países com um nível considerável de desenvolvimento passem a exigir, assim como Israel, o serviço militar feminino obrigatório. Eu não sei como é em Israel, mas no Brasil a mulherada vai ser encarregada de serviços assistenciais e administrativos, enquanto o chumbo mesmo vai ficar com a maior parte dos homens. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~4/89H47neImhE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/feeds/7519966539529349044/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429657926997009652&amp;postID=7519966539529349044" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/7519966539529349044?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429657926997009652/posts/default/7519966539529349044?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AntesDeMaisNada/~3/89H47neImhE/obrigacao.html" title="Obrigação" /><author><name>Ana R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939751437995538659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3r3t47YjDx4/TlaE9ixF-4I/AAAAAAAAAu0/GnO1WIlM4OY/s220/5562474789_2f1b968b03_b_large.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oxcZYCYEUaA/Tej5gy0JLnI/AAAAAAAAAtI/vtsjStqL1f8/s72-c/alistamento-militar-feminino-2010.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://antes-de-mais-nada.blogspot.com/2011/06/obrigacao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

