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E por conta disso fui punido e estou sofrendo com isso, de forma a aprender a não repetir o erro no futuro. Mas antes que alguém comece a achar que estou escrevendo direto de um presídio, deixo claro que meu problema foi com multas de trânsito, mais especificamente por excesso de velocidade. E de forma mais do que justa, 
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Vocês sabem do que estou falando... São aqueles apartamentos com diversas suítes e vagas na garagem, instalados em condomínios que dispõem de salas de cinema, salões 
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Mas a reflexão que deve ficar é: quem são os responsáveis por tal tragédia e o que deve ser feito a respeito.

A ocupação irregular, ocorrida ao longo de anos e anos de descaso do poder público é a causa de tal problema, especialmente ao sabermos que as 
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Ok, mas mesmo agora que as operações para o desmantelamento das bases atuais do narcotráfico - e isso pode ser aplaudido por ser absolutamente necessário, mas sempre garantindo-se os direitos civis principalmente dos moradores que não têm nada a ver com a história - foram 
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Uma bela chuva de vento, quando durante o dia tudo chega a ficar branco. Aquela chuva de pingos grossos numa tarde de verão, que te convida a entrar nela. A chuvinha quase garôa, que nos dias frios, te convida a continuar na cama. Até aquelas com granizo, que 
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Para quem fala que na parte da manhã está muito escuro, bem, eu já saio normalmente cedo, então isso não muda muito pro meu lado. À noite, só tenho a agradecer pelas horas adicionais de Sol, que me deixam ver melhor minhas idas e vindas diárias e até curtir um pouco da cidade que tanto gosto. Já quanto às 
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Casa nova, textos históricos e um novo template por vir... O trabalho ainda não acabou, mas o Idéias voltará à ativa (ou seria o Muta a voltar?), um pouco diferente, um pouco mudado, ou seja, em constante mutação!
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/irmpMjZ0GX-JCVuZ6pGP6n9Ry2c/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/irmpMjZ0GX-JCVuZ6pGP6n9Ry2c/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IdiasMutantes/~4/1QsnGQN6xrk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ideiasmutantes.com.br/2010/10/e-o-historico-ja-esta-de-volta.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MCQnc8fyp7ImA9Wx5bEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12412560.post-7858498454503130667</id><published>2010-10-25T15:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T15:57:43.977-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-25T15:57:43.977-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Especial" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aviso aos Navegantes" /><title>O Idéias de Casa Nova</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ideiasmutantes.com.br/feeds/7858498454503130667/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12412560&amp;postID=7858498454503130667&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12412560/posts/default/7858498454503130667?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12412560/posts/default/7858498454503130667?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IdiasMutantes/~3/ZXuqDt99Dbk/o-ideias-de-casa-nova.html" title="O Idéias de Casa Nova" /><author><name>Marcelo "Muta" Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400948540400528744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Aviso aos navegantes: não se assustem com o visual diferente e a falta dos arquivos históricos aqui no Idéias.

Acontece que, com o tempo escasso e a vontade de me dedicar a outros projetos, manter um hostess e as tarefas de configuração do site não se justificavam mais, então resolvi migrar o domínio - e futuramente os textos antigos, prometo - para o antigo endereço do Idéias Mutantes - Lado B,
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/y-ZClgXmXrYIsf-zBaLOCvmJU6Y/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/y-ZClgXmXrYIsf-zBaLOCvmJU6Y/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IdiasMutantes/~4/ZXuqDt99Dbk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ideiasmutantes.com.br/2010/10/o-ideias-de-casa-nova.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEERH06fCp7ImA9Wx5bEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12412560.post-1091481261214068877</id><published>2010-08-24T13:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T21:16:45.314-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-25T21:16:45.314-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Considerações da Vida Moderna" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Içás" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="São Paulo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Especial" /><title>Revoada de Içás</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ideiasmutantes.com.br/feeds/1091481261214068877/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12412560&amp;postID=1091481261214068877&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12412560/posts/default/1091481261214068877?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12412560/posts/default/1091481261214068877?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IdiasMutantes/~3/zHMXCdAaNqo/revoada-de-icas.html" title="Revoada de Içás" /><author><name>Marcelo "Muta" Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400948540400528744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">Quando eu era pequeno – em plena Zona Leste de São Paulo, nos idos dos anos 80 – certo momento do ano sempre era responsável por me trazer uma alegria especial. E como eu sempre fui um ser estranho, não se tratava de uma data comemorativa, nem de algum feriado importante, mas sim do dia em que acontecia a revoada de içás.Em geral esse era o dia em que o tempo mudava, fazendo o dia mais quente 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sCU0GnL037jRgcMszPN74f7bEq4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sCU0GnL037jRgcMszPN74f7bEq4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IdiasMutantes/~4/zHMXCdAaNqo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ideiasmutantes.com.br/2010/08/revoada-de-icas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEERHwzcSp7ImA9Wx5bEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12412560.post-7848779989997037794</id><published>2010-08-23T09:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T21:16:45.289-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-25T21:16:45.289-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="idéias" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tempo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Considerações da Vida Moderna" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="casamento" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Especiais" /><title>Vida em Mutação</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ideiasmutantes.com.br/feeds/7848779989997037794/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12412560&amp;postID=7848779989997037794&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12412560/posts/default/7848779989997037794?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12412560/posts/default/7848779989997037794?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IdiasMutantes/~3/vIHgzCdvjgg/vida-em-mutacao.html" title="Vida em Mutação" /><author><name>Marcelo "Muta" Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400948540400528744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Tenho estado realmente sumido do Idéias nos últimos tempos. Na verdade, não só do Idéias; aqui no site, minha última publicação saiu em maio desse ano e, bem, foi a republicação de uma tirinha do Malvados, no meu Fotolog a ausência é ainda maior, pois desde janeiro desse ano não dou as caras por lá.Mesmo no Twitter, com seus microposts, eu passo pouco tempo. Farmville então!? Haha, a minha 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qbdvRxSuePtMFBMuuUwUA0JsRY8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qbdvRxSuePtMFBMuuUwUA0JsRY8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IdiasMutantes/~4/vIHgzCdvjgg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ideiasmutantes.com.br/2010/08/vida-em-mutacao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4FQ3cyfSp7ImA9Wx5bEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12412560.post-213988118066344305</id><published>2010-05-20T18:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T21:21:52.995-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-25T21:21:52.995-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="malvados" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="profeta" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trabalho" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sem categoria" /><title>Dahmer, o Profeta dos Anos 10</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ideiasmutantes.com.br/feeds/213988118066344305/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12412560&amp;postID=213988118066344305&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12412560/posts/default/213988118066344305?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12412560/posts/default/213988118066344305?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IdiasMutantes/~3/XS9zz6WM9cE/dahmer-o-profeta-dos-anos-10.html" title="Dahmer, o Profeta dos Anos 10" /><author><name>Marcelo "Muta" Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400948540400528744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><content type="html">Pois se isso não é a realidade, não sei de mais nada...



Diretamente de Malvados
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vgaRveYzP8wFokc0xQ_IzFbwdaY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vgaRveYzP8wFokc0xQ_IzFbwdaY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IdiasMutantes/~4/XS9zz6WM9cE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ideiasmutantes.com.br/2010/05/dahmer-o-profeta-dos-anos-10.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEERHw6fyp7ImA9Wx5bEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12412560.post-1461441202480711310</id><published>2010-04-29T10:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T21:16:45.217-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-25T21:16:45.217-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="erros" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aprender" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sem categoria" /><title>Mantra do Dia #4</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ideiasmutantes.com.br/feeds/1461441202480711310/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12412560&amp;postID=1461441202480711310&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12412560/posts/default/1461441202480711310?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12412560/posts/default/1461441202480711310?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IdiasMutantes/~3/ckVPK-fFjrQ/mantra-do-dia-4.html" title="Mantra do Dia #4" /><author><name>Marcelo "Muta" Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400948540400528744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Existem pessoas que não simplesmente não aprendem com seus erros, mesmo que você viva falando o quanto isso é importante...
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5lgsPzwKVjhecoLCB5vvyissbTg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5lgsPzwKVjhecoLCB5vvyissbTg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IdiasMutantes/~4/ckVPK-fFjrQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ideiasmutantes.com.br/2010/04/mantra-do-dia-4.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEERH8yeSp7ImA9Wx5bEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12412560.post-7135513224810319235</id><published>2010-04-19T13:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T21:16:45.191-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-25T21:16:45.191-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="flutuando" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sem categoria" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="existir" /><title>Flutuando</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ideiasmutantes.com.br/feeds/7135513224810319235/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12412560&amp;postID=7135513224810319235&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12412560/posts/default/7135513224810319235?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12412560/posts/default/7135513224810319235?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IdiasMutantes/~3/WrKi86Lhz9U/flutuando.html" title="Flutuando" /><author><name>Marcelo "Muta" Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400948540400528744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Hoje me sinto como se estivesse flutuando entre dois mundos. Não estou lá, mas também não estou aqui.É uma sensação estranha... Quase como se eu não existisse...Afinal, será que existo mesmo?
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/V1uxPirP8G-IUbknI6UA1EQE2hU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/V1uxPirP8G-IUbknI6UA1EQE2hU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IdiasMutantes/~4/WrKi86Lhz9U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ideiasmutantes.com.br/2010/04/flutuando.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEERH89cSp7ImA9Wx5bEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12412560.post-3416661803495045006</id><published>2010-04-15T19:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T21:16:45.169-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-25T21:16:45.169-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mantra" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="certo e errado" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sem categoria" /><title>Mantra do Dia #3</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ideiasmutantes.com.br/feeds/3416661803495045006/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12412560&amp;postID=3416661803495045006&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12412560/posts/default/3416661803495045006?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12412560/posts/default/3416661803495045006?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IdiasMutantes/~3/pT0riEoEStA/mantra-do-dia-3.html" title="Mantra do Dia #3" /><author><name>Marcelo "Muta" Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400948540400528744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Nem sempre o que eu acho certo é realmente o mais certo. E mesmo que o seja, nem sempre é o que será feito...
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/S6oAOZ5JJIIMgYDc3Myapn139W0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/S6oAOZ5JJIIMgYDc3Myapn139W0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IdiasMutantes/~4/pT0riEoEStA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ideiasmutantes.com.br/2010/04/mantra-do-dia-3.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEERH8_eyp7ImA9Wx5bEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12412560.post-6637906122887489135</id><published>2010-04-14T19:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T21:16:45.143-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-25T21:16:45.143-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mantra" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trabalho" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="frustrações" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sem categoria" /><title>Mantra do Dia #2</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ideiasmutantes.com.br/feeds/6637906122887489135/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12412560&amp;postID=6637906122887489135&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12412560/posts/default/6637906122887489135?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12412560/posts/default/6637906122887489135?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IdiasMutantes/~3/KjkZPCvOsFY/mantra-do-dia-2.html" title="Mantra do Dia #2" /><author><name>Marcelo "Muta" Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400948540400528744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Não ficarei remoendo as "pequenas" frustrações diárias do trabalho. Afinal, não sou pago pra fazer isso também!
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Blnfyo14iY-78SLDtKHPtI9U2zw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Blnfyo14iY-78SLDtKHPtI9U2zw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IdiasMutantes/~4/hVPiGu2iayE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ideiasmutantes.com.br/2010/04/mantra-do-dia-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEERH48eyp7ImA9Wx5bEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12412560.post-8478915143001092565</id><published>2010-04-12T13:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T21:16:45.073-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-25T21:16:45.073-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="paradoxos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relacionamentos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sem categoria" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cirurgia cerebral" /><title>Paradoxalmente Complicado</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ideiasmutantes.com.br/feeds/8478915143001092565/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12412560&amp;postID=8478915143001092565&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12412560/posts/default/8478915143001092565?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12412560/posts/default/8478915143001092565?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IdiasMutantes/~3/EtrjPPrpW3E/paradoxalmente-complicado.html" title="Paradoxalmente Complicado" /><author><name>Marcelo "Muta" Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400948540400528744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">É engraçado como acontecem coisas paradoxais ao longo de nossas vidas, sem que tenhamos exatamente procurado por isso...Pela forma como fui criado, acabei com uma grande tendência a ser independente e tomar à frente de tudo o que faço e com uma posição contestadora diante de situações estabelecidas que não me pareçam muito justas ou corretas.Desse jeito, contestando coisas observadas no convívio 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LZOwd151HTAlN9UsbFK2RR8NBfE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LZOwd151HTAlN9UsbFK2RR8NBfE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IdiasMutantes/~4/EtrjPPrpW3E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ideiasmutantes.com.br/2010/04/paradoxalmente-complicado.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEERH4_cCp7ImA9Wx5bEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12412560.post-5324293987290780474</id><published>2010-03-29T13:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T21:16:45.048-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-25T21:16:45.048-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="luz" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chuva" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sem categoria" /><title>Está Chovendo Lá Fora</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ideiasmutantes.com.br/feeds/5324293987290780474/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12412560&amp;postID=5324293987290780474&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12412560/posts/default/5324293987290780474?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12412560/posts/default/5324293987290780474?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IdiasMutantes/~3/5MhYIuiO5gY/esta-chovendo-la-fora.html" title="Está Chovendo Lá Fora" /><author><name>Marcelo "Muta" Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400948540400528744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Está chovendo lá fora: e dentro dessa sala vazia tudo faz eco.Está chovendo lá fora: e me sinto preso a lugar ao qual não quero pertencer.Está chovendo lá fora: e o cansaço me alcança como se eu não tivesse dormido.Está chovendo lá fora: e só penso em fugir.Mas um raio de luz surge entre as nuvens: e então eu penso nela, me lembro do que é importante de verdade e do quão pouco importa tudo o que 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9xdMjNlIWxoWgP-jsn5xu_76vyU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9xdMjNlIWxoWgP-jsn5xu_76vyU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IdiasMutantes/~4/5MhYIuiO5gY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ideiasmutantes.com.br/2010/03/esta-chovendo-la-fora.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEERXczcCp7ImA9Wx5bEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12412560.post-7570010263181250729</id><published>2009-12-31T16:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T21:16:44.988-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-25T21:16:44.988-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2009" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2010" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fim de ano" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Especiais" /><title>2009, O Ano!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ideiasmutantes.com.br/feeds/7570010263181250729/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12412560&amp;postID=7570010263181250729&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12412560/posts/default/7570010263181250729?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12412560/posts/default/7570010263181250729?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IdiasMutantes/~3/f7rOPHjlZHc/2009-o-ano.html" title="2009, O Ano!" /><author><name>Marcelo "Muta" Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400948540400528744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">Pois no meio da total falta de vontade de escrever - culpo por isso o trabalho, que tem sugado toda a minha criatividade em prol de desenvolvimentos de máquinas, processos e blá blá blá... - resolvi que caberia muito bem um texto de final de ano.Especialmente nessa época do ano, são tradicionais dois tipos de textos: as retrospectivas e as expectativas.Pensando então nisso, por que não fazer uma 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MLkcfvCz90atEfcuZyNVSLHE7Dc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MLkcfvCz90atEfcuZyNVSLHE7Dc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IdiasMutantes/~4/f7rOPHjlZHc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ideiasmutantes.com.br/2009/12/2009-o-ano.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEERXc9eSp7ImA9Wx5bEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12412560.post-584792786121300602</id><published>2009-11-09T18:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T21:16:44.961-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-25T21:16:44.961-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Considerações da Vida Moderna" /><title>Drops de Férias</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ideiasmutantes.com.br/feeds/584792786121300602/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12412560&amp;postID=584792786121300602&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12412560/posts/default/584792786121300602?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12412560/posts/default/584792786121300602?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IdiasMutantes/~3/EizUB0V4fAk/drops-de-ferias.html" title="Drops de Férias" /><author><name>Marcelo "Muta" Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400948540400528744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Pois estou na minha segunda - e última semana - das míseras férias que consegui tirar.Ao menos dessa vez eu não trabalhei todos os dias como da última vez. E agora consegui viajar.Pois sim, no último feriado fomos (ah, e como é bom planejar as coisas com alguém) para Ilha Comprida, no litoral sul de São Paulo, e agora estamos em Ilhabela. Com chuva, mas tudo bem, o clima não é o mais importante 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Jm9Kmdfqj69-siG6kbvyAIZ_eEM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Jm9Kmdfqj69-siG6kbvyAIZ_eEM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IdiasMutantes/~4/EizUB0V4fAk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ideiasmutantes.com.br/2009/11/drops-de-ferias.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEERXc6eCp7ImA9Wx5bEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12412560.post-3097422407477624479</id><published>2009-10-20T13:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T21:16:44.910-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-25T21:16:44.910-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="farmville" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Considerações da Vida Moderna" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="facebook" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relacionamentos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trabalho" /><title>Drops da Semana</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ideiasmutantes.com.br/feeds/3097422407477624479/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12412560&amp;postID=3097422407477624479&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12412560/posts/default/3097422407477624479?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12412560/posts/default/3097422407477624479?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IdiasMutantes/~3/jyYhBEXr_UA/drops-da-semana.html" title="Drops da Semana" /><author><name>Marcelo "Muta" Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400948540400528744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><content type="html">RelacionamentosUm dia isso tinha que acontecer: eu encontro uma pessoa perfeita pra mim e que, ainda por cima, também me acha perfeito pra ela. Resultado? Logo, logo um par de anéis dourados estará circulando por aí.FarmVillePois esse aplicativo danado do Facebook me pegou de jeito. É um tal de planta daqui, colhe de lá, organiza a fazenda e assim por diante, que não tem jeito: estou 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fFnn54-mVjYML2VztHfWDMa5oT4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fFnn54-mVjYML2VztHfWDMa5oT4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IdiasMutantes/~4/sJBKzRo1WuE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ideiasmutantes.com.br/2009/10/depois-de-plutao-lua.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEERXY4fSp7ImA9Wx5bEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12412560.post-2170297924235902417</id><published>2009-09-29T14:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T21:16:44.835-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-25T21:16:44.835-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Considerações da Vida Moderna" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sentido da vida" /><title>Quando Tudo Faz Sentido</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ideiasmutantes.com.br/feeds/2170297924235902417/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12412560&amp;postID=2170297924235902417&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12412560/posts/default/2170297924235902417?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12412560/posts/default/2170297924235902417?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IdiasMutantes/~3/YH5BhNXad68/quando-tudo-faz-sentido.html" title="Quando Tudo Faz Sentido" /><author><name>Marcelo "Muta" Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400948540400528744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">Em certos - e raríssimos - momentos da vida, podemos ter a feliz percepção de que tudo finalmente faz sentido.Parece que cada experiência por que passamos, tanto as boas quanto as ruins, cada momento em que nos atrasamos ou em que chegamos adiantados, cada escolha, cada decisão e até mesmo aquele tombo que levamos quando criança (e que nos deixou com aquela pequena e quase invisível cicatriz na 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AoWB7Nj-iDyCk0YAP73vbtp1Uxs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AoWB7Nj-iDyCk0YAP73vbtp1Uxs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IdiasMutantes/~4/YH5BhNXad68" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ideiasmutantes.com.br/2009/09/quando-tudo-faz-sentido.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEERXY7fyp7ImA9Wx5bEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12412560.post-2392074186824462450</id><published>2009-09-21T20:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T21:16:44.807-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-25T21:16:44.807-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Considerações da Vida Moderna" /><title>Eu Sumi...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ideiasmutantes.com.br/feeds/2392074186824462450/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12412560&amp;postID=2392074186824462450&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12412560/posts/default/2392074186824462450?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12412560/posts/default/2392074186824462450?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IdiasMutantes/~3/kuHH4UUUq8A/eu-sumi.html" title="Eu Sumi..." /><author><name>Marcelo "Muta" Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400948540400528744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">... mas isso não deixa de ter uma explicação!Provavelmente a mais chata e entediante é que o trabalho, além de consumir muito do meu tempo - o que já fazia com certa frequência antes - agora também está tentando consumir a minha criatividade. Entre idéias diversas que tenho que ter o tempo todo e dos problemas que tenho que achar solução, acabo tendo que fazer coisas como o texto 
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