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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:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4BRHg5cCp7ImA9WxBREUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430278670580144194</id><updated>2009-12-30T05:15:55.628-08:00</updated><title>psycodrammi</title><subtitle type="html">Letture dai coniugi Pease</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09672157763921281082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</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/Psycodrammi" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUCQXk5fSp7ImA9WxJWGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430278670580144194.post-3204768624126792104</id><published>2009-06-25T08:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T08:21:00.725-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-25T08:21:00.725-07:00</app:edited><title>Guadagna online al 100% con Diggita!</title><summary type="html">Quasi a distanza di un anno mi ritrovo a parlare di Diggita, unendo l'utile al dilettevole. Il mio account Adsense negli ultimi tempi sonnecchia e trallaltramente aggiorno i blog di rado, confermando una certa  inclinazione alla nullafacenza.Beh, non dico che diggita mi paga per pubblicare come mie... Ma ci siamo veramente vicini ed in un certo senso lo fa. In occasione del suo secondo compleanno&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~4/qwk4qH-RrFo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/feeds/3204768624126792104/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3430278670580144194&amp;postID=3204768624126792104" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/3204768624126792104?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/3204768624126792104?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~3/qwk4qH-RrFo/guadagna-online-al-100-con-diggita_25.html" title="Guadagna online al 100% con Diggita!" /><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09672157763921281082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04980363808866479344" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bv2ycTTc5x0/SkOS5LGP9lI/AAAAAAAAAzo/AxjYdbWnRRg/s72-c/Pen11.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/2009/06/guadagna-online-al-100-con-diggita_25.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEGQ3w5eSp7ImA9WxJRFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430278670580144194.post-1359212705429315814</id><published>2009-05-15T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T14:57:02.221-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-15T14:57:02.221-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="uomini" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sentimenti" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="donne" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lifestyle" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="emozioni" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="psicologia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nostalgia" /><title>Ma la nostalgia è un sentimento bello o brutto?!</title><summary type="html">La nostalgia è un sentimento ben noto a praticamente tutti, cara ai poeti, agli animi più o meno contorti, ai romantici ed ai sognatori... Anche a coloro che semplicemente sentono il rumore di un treno che è passato e credono non passerà mai più.La nostalgia tuttavia, è un sentimento piuttosto complesso che, la maggior parte della volte viene  tradotto in uno stato di malessere, di sconfitta, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~4/OsRJ_hrbUmQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/feeds/1359212705429315814/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3430278670580144194&amp;postID=1359212705429315814" title="2 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/1359212705429315814?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/1359212705429315814?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~3/OsRJ_hrbUmQ/ma-la-nostalgia-e-un-sentimento-bello-o.html" title="Ma la nostalgia è un sentimento bello o brutto?!" /><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09672157763921281082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04980363808866479344" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bv2ycTTc5x0/Sg3cXRiRiaI/AAAAAAAAAw8/X7WIoWTDcI8/s72-c/couple_manga.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/2009/05/ma-la-nostalgia-e-un-sentimento-bello-o.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4ASHg6eSp7ImA9WxJRE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430278670580144194.post-4216351637544220513</id><published>2009-04-22T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:49:09.611-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-15T07:49:09.611-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="seduzione" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="uomini" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="donne" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lifestyle" /><title>Darla o non darla al primo appuntamento?</title><summary type="html">Fare sesso al primo appuntamento è solitamente una conquista per un uomo e una specie di minaccia per una donna... Non fosse altro che per mantenere un filo di amor proprio, infatti, la ragazza tende a promettere la sua generosità (chiamiamola così u_u) ma non la sbatte in faccia così come fosse acqua fresca!E quante volte, noi femminucce, siamo state stressate dalla tipica frase "Fai attenzione,&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~4/MPrO2M65nwg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/feeds/4216351637544220513/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3430278670580144194&amp;postID=4216351637544220513" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/4216351637544220513?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/4216351637544220513?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~3/MPrO2M65nwg/darla-o-non-darla-al-primo-appuntamento.html" title="Darla o non darla al primo appuntamento?" /><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09672157763921281082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04980363808866479344" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bv2ycTTc5x0/Se-W9J_xhiI/AAAAAAAAAvM/WKPTdLOJqtw/s72-c/not_on_the_first_date_by_Bob_Rz.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/2009/04/darla-o-non-darla-al-primo-appuntamento.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UEQHk9cSp7ImA9WxJRE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430278670580144194.post-1342475354547441075</id><published>2009-04-21T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:53:21.769-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-15T07:53:21.769-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="seduzione" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comunicazione non verbale" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="donne" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="uomini vs.donne" /><title>Gli uomini preferiscono i capelli lunghi - tagli romantici e il fascino femminile</title><summary type="html">Ooooh, finalmente mi sono spazzolata via la tristezza che mi ha assillata per tutto il pomeriggio! In fondo sto bella tranquilla ora, voglio dire: il mio cactus, sempre lui, sta cacciando fuori a fatica una nuova pallozza puntuta che si fa strada a fatica; poi, il bonsai tira incredibilmente al neon Bar che ha tolto il posto alla lampada a fibre ottiche, traslocata sulla scrivania; il tè &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~4/wICO3c-K6HI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/feeds/1342475354547441075/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3430278670580144194&amp;postID=1342475354547441075" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/1342475354547441075?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/1342475354547441075?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~3/wICO3c-K6HI/gli-uomini-preferiscono-i-capelli.html" title="Gli uomini preferiscono i capelli lunghi - tagli romantici e il fascino femminile" /><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09672157763921281082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04980363808866479344" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bv2ycTTc5x0/Se4zEtftcRI/AAAAAAAAAus/NtP_MvdSUoA/s72-c/capelli_corti.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/2009/04/gli-uomini-preferiscono-i-capelli.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cMR3k7cSp7ImA9WxJRE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430278670580144194.post-4896765925195069549</id><published>2009-03-05T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:51:26.709-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-15T07:51:26.709-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="seduzione" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="uomini" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="donne" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lifestyle" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="uomini vs.donne" /><title>Il bikini rende la donna oggetto: lo pensano gli uomini e non è sessismo!</title><summary type="html">Se non altro ora ho una scusa per non mostrarmi in bikini o non mostrarmi affatto: da uno studio condotto dalla Princeton University dalla dottoressa Fiske, è stato osservato che una donna nuda o seminuda induce l'uomo a vederla più come un oggetto che come una persona.Non è retorica sulla donnette puttane (e ce ne sono); E' stato tutto provato attraverso risonanza magnetica... Ma andiamo per &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~4/D9JHsA0leuA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/feeds/4896765925195069549/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3430278670580144194&amp;postID=4896765925195069549" title="4 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/4896765925195069549?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/4896765925195069549?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~3/D9JHsA0leuA/no-il-bikini-rende-la-donna-oggetto-lo.html" title="Il bikini rende la donna oggetto: lo pensano gli uomini e non è sessismo!" /><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09672157763921281082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04980363808866479344" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bv2ycTTc5x0/SbBDcJqa2HI/AAAAAAAAAuU/HSlM9dBk8-I/s72-c/hentai.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-il-bikini-rende-la-donna-oggetto-lo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUEQnc6fyp7ImA9WxVRGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430278670580144194.post-1824688572967099093</id><published>2009-01-25T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T10:30:03.917-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-25T10:30:03.917-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="seduzione" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="uomini" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="donne" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="porno" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="uomini vs.donne" /><title>Porno per sole donne u_u</title><summary type="html">Si ritiene uno scherzo... Umorismo davvero a livelli bassissimi... Ma mi ha fatto ridere l'idea di porno per donne :D Ecco qualche esempio!Lo so.Andiamo a comprare delle scarpe nuove!Le altre fantasie erotiche femminili, dopo lo step ;)Non ho bisogno di un motivo per portarti dei fiori.Aspetta un attimo. Voglio andare a chiedere informazioni sulla strada.Mi piace fare queste cose prima che vi &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~4/XP4vG2Z8dsE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/feeds/1824688572967099093/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3430278670580144194&amp;postID=1824688572967099093" title="2 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/1824688572967099093?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/1824688572967099093?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~3/XP4vG2Z8dsE/porno-per-sole-donne-uu.html" title="Porno per sole donne u_u" /><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09672157763921281082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04980363808866479344" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bv2ycTTc5x0/SXo4a_AGTLI/AAAAAAAAAt0/XX3LX65SsiE/s72-c/pfw-1t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/2009/01/porno-per-sole-donne-uu.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QHQX8_cSp7ImA9WxJRE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430278670580144194.post-5849058139899479602</id><published>2009-01-23T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:55:30.149-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-15T07:55:30.149-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="uomini" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="donne" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lifestyle" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="uomini vs.donne" /><title>Le situazioni di Lui e Lei - Perchè Lui ci mette tanto tempo a rispondere ad una domanda!?</title><summary type="html">L'immagine è tipica; credo di averla vissuta più di una volta nonostante l'età più che verde, decisamente acerba!Ci sono Lui e Lei; Lei sta ciarlando su qualcosa (poniamo qualcosa di serio o facilmente comprensibile) e Lui sta giocando al pc/guardando la tv/leggendo un giornale o qualunque altra attività non particolarmente impegnativo.Ad un certo punto Lei rivolge una domanda al suo Lui: "Amore,&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~4/uiFN8Ot8SHQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/feeds/5849058139899479602/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3430278670580144194&amp;postID=5849058139899479602" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/5849058139899479602?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/5849058139899479602?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~3/uiFN8Ot8SHQ/le-situazioni-di-lui-e-lei-perch-lui-ci.html" title="Le situazioni di Lui e Lei - Perchè Lui ci mette tanto tempo a rispondere ad una domanda!?" /><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09672157763921281082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04980363808866479344" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bv2ycTTc5x0/SXoxgUcgniI/AAAAAAAAAss/pXpnRsWoGpw/s72-c/megaphone_girl.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/2009/01/le-situazioni-di-lui-e-lei-perch-lui-ci.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MEQHk6fCp7ImA9WxJRE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430278670580144194.post-984045353450235529</id><published>2008-11-27T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:56:41.714-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-15T07:56:41.714-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lifestyle" /><title>Scambieresti il tuo biglietto?</title><summary type="html">Sembra una domanda stupida (con ogni probabilità lo è u_u) Non stiamo parlando del biglietto del tram... di un biglietto della lotteria ad esempio... o un gratta-e-vinci! Pensaci: se te lo chiedessero, la risposta ti sembrerebbe così ovvia?Non dovrebbe... Esci dal tabacchi e incontri un amico o una nullafacente come me che ti dice: "Toh! Anche io ho un biglietto della lotteria! L'ho appena &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~4/olx0WLP8aPA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/feeds/984045353450235529/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3430278670580144194&amp;postID=984045353450235529" title="2 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/984045353450235529?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/984045353450235529?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~3/olx0WLP8aPA/scambieresti-il-tuo-biglietto_9692.html" title="Scambieresti il tuo biglietto?" /><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09672157763921281082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04980363808866479344" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bv2ycTTc5x0/SS7xWdWvX4I/AAAAAAAAArE/omb1h1x2_TU/s72-c/lotto.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/2008/11/scambieresti-il-tuo-biglietto_9692.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MCQH0zfCp7ImA9WxJRE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430278670580144194.post-5227339362417561168</id><published>2008-11-05T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:57:41.384-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-15T07:57:41.384-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="uomini" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="uomini vs.donne" /><title>Gli uomini italiani quando si ammalano sono insopportabili? -dal libro di Beppe Severgnini-</title><summary type="html">Lo spunto mi è stato offerto dalla degenza ospedaliera e dal libro di Beppe Servergnini - Manuale dell'uomo normale che stavo leggendo proprio durante quei giorni. Tra l'altro avevo la materia prima per appurare le tesi esposte: uomini degenti!Ammetto di aver letto il capitolo in questione prima di aver osservato queste persone... Quindi il mio giudizio sarebbe stato già influenzato, ma è &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~4/ve4y9e4ACA4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/feeds/5227339362417561168/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3430278670580144194&amp;postID=5227339362417561168" title="2 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/5227339362417561168?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/5227339362417561168?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~3/ve4y9e4ACA4/gli-uomini-italiani-quando-si-ammalano.html" title="Gli uomini italiani quando si ammalano sono insopportabili? -dal libro di Beppe Severgnini-" /><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09672157763921281082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04980363808866479344" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bv2ycTTc5x0/SRH7ojzM0vI/AAAAAAAAAo0/jk9QuYbIs0c/s72-c/febbre.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/2008/11/gli-uomini-italiani-quando-si-ammalano.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIDSH8zcCp7ImA9WxRWFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430278670580144194.post-8676212847326363967</id><published>2008-10-31T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:36:19.188-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-01T16:36:19.188-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comunicazione non verbale" /><title>Esperimento sociale: l'individuo e il gruppo</title><summary type="html">Sono le 6.40 del mattino e come si suol dire, mi sono svegliata col pensiero.I poket coffee occhieggiano ammiccanti sulla scrivania, il mio amico cactus (dovrò dargli un nome prima o poi) mi regala la sua silenziosa compagnia, la lampada a fibre ottiche continua ad ipnotizzarmi quando cambia colore (anche se l'RGB non mi esalta... Perchè non le fanno ciano, magenta e giallo?!) e le zucchette &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~4/pJ6SN9GtT1I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/feeds/8676212847326363967/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3430278670580144194&amp;postID=8676212847326363967" title="4 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/8676212847326363967?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/8676212847326363967?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~3/pJ6SN9GtT1I/esperimen.html" title="Esperimento sociale: l'individuo e il gruppo" /><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09672157763921281082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04980363808866479344" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bv2ycTTc5x0/SQvzznWbwLI/AAAAAAAAAos/g3ADCUkv_ak/s72-c/rhan325l.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/2008/10/esperimen.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYMQXk6fyp7ImA9WxRWEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430278670580144194.post-5918133329327268522</id><published>2008-10-28T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T04:43:00.717-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-28T04:43:00.717-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="diario" /><title>Storia della mia degenza in ospedale</title><summary type="html">Praticamente ottobre è andato così, tra Ospedale Nord e Ss. Annunziata. Per fortuna questi venti giorni della pizza sono passati e sto finalmente a casa!Diagnosi: nevrite all'occhio destro. Tradotto: infiammazione del nervo ottico.  Praticamente non ci ho visto più dall'occhio destro, mi faceva un male boia quando cercavo di guardarmi intorno... Et voilà! Ricovero d'urgenza prima che l'occhio &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~4/WLUp-o2MBc8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/feeds/5918133329327268522/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3430278670580144194&amp;postID=5918133329327268522" title="4 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/5918133329327268522?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/5918133329327268522?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~3/WLUp-o2MBc8/storia-della-mia-degenza-in-ospedale.html" title="Storia della mia degenza in ospedale" /><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09672157763921281082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04980363808866479344" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bv2ycTTc5x0/SQb6YMCGDRI/AAAAAAAAAog/wpuEmTglh4A/s72-c/Ospedale.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/2008/10/storia-della-mia-degenza-in-ospedale.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUDSHYzeyp7ImA9WxRREUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430278670580144194.post-5038228759590565041</id><published>2008-09-23T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T04:11:19.883-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-23T04:11:19.883-07:00</app:edited><title>L'outsider non sa con chi ballare</title><summary type="html">Da quanto tempo che non aggiorno! hai devo rifare! Comiciamo allora!Soprattutto i giovani sentono il bisogno di affermarsi, di sapere che hanno qualcosa di diverso dagli altri... Questo porta spesso e volentieri a volersi creare una maschera di outsider che probabilmente suonerà cool sul momento... Per poi lasciar posto a qualcosa di più importante, capendo che per essere diversi non c'è bisogno &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~4/xxMwAzNup5M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/feeds/5038228759590565041/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3430278670580144194&amp;postID=5038228759590565041" title="2 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/5038228759590565041?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/5038228759590565041?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~3/xxMwAzNup5M/loutsider-non-sa-con-chi-ballare.html" title="L'outsider non sa con chi ballare" /><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09672157763921281082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04980363808866479344" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bv2ycTTc5x0/SNjOkH8dTDI/AAAAAAAAAg4/2vdKIpvL9uo/s72-c/outsider.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/2008/09/loutsider-non-sa-con-chi-ballare.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8GRnczfyp7ImA9WxRSGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430278670580144194.post-3300515044833237677</id><published>2008-09-19T09:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T09:13:47.987-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-19T09:13:47.987-07:00</app:edited><title>E Diggita insiste...</title><summary type="html">L'estate è finita, si perde l'abbronzatura (chi l'ha presa), si torna in ufficio/casa/scuola e si arranca un po' per tornare alla routine di tutti i giorni.Comoda l'estate! C'era Diggita che, nonostante le nostre ferie, ci viziava con il 100% degli introiti Adsense provenienti dai nostri annunci. Finita la pacchia, cari miei!Ero già pronta a dover tornare ad accendere un cero alla Madonna (quella&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~4/CA98UuJuTMc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/feeds/3300515044833237677/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3430278670580144194&amp;postID=3300515044833237677" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/3300515044833237677?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/3300515044833237677?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~3/CA98UuJuTMc/e-diggita-insiste.html" title="E Diggita insiste..." /><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09672157763921281082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04980363808866479344" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bv2ycTTc5x0/SNPPo3TMQNI/AAAAAAAAAgo/LliX29_KeeM/s72-c/adsense.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/2008/09/e-diggita-insiste.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcHQno4eSp7ImA9WxRSFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430278670580144194.post-4599906346870484110</id><published>2008-09-15T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:07:13.431-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-15T11:07:13.431-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="uomini" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="donne" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="uomini vs.donne" /><title>Perchè le donne preferiscono il papà e gli uomini sono un po' mammoni?</title><summary type="html">Premetto che le eccezioni ci sono sempre e che si tratta di informazioni di massima...Se non presa con le pinze potrebbe essere un po' traumatica u_u no, vabbè, scherzo u_uInsomma, se c'è una ragione per cui le femminuccie sono così dannatamente affezionate al papà e i maschietti un po' mammoni, è l'attrazione sessuale.Ovviamente non è il tipo di attrazione che si prova per un uomo o una donna &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~4/N8znxcsQuBs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/feeds/4599906346870484110/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3430278670580144194&amp;postID=4599906346870484110" title="2 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/4599906346870484110?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/4599906346870484110?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~3/N8znxcsQuBs/perch-le-donne-preferiscono-il-pap-e.html" title="Perchè le donne preferiscono il papà e gli uomini sono un po' mammoni?" /><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09672157763921281082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04980363808866479344" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bv2ycTTc5x0/SM6kLVCi4fI/AAAAAAAAAgY/J8QcE0vBWFI/s72-c/mano_con_bimbo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/2008/09/perch-le-donne-preferiscono-il-pap-e.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MDRX8_cCp7ImA9WxRSEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430278670580144194.post-1983255729126089097</id><published>2008-09-12T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T04:37:54.148-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-12T04:37:54.148-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mtv" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="11 settembre" /><title>Note sparse - L'11 settembre 2001 ricordato il 12 settembre 2008</title><summary type="html">Non parlarne sarebbe stato da ciechi. Probabilmente saranno considerazioni banali, ma ieri è stato un giorno importante e ne approfitterò per segnalare qualche contenuto.A pensarci mi sembra ieri. Eppure sono passati 7 anni, avevo quasi 14 anni... Quando conto gli anni sulla mia età mi rendo effettivamente conto di quanto tempo sia passato. Facevo il primo superiore ed ero a scuola perchè avevo &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~4/tLpdUHFjklk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/feeds/1983255729126089097/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3430278670580144194&amp;postID=1983255729126089097" title="4 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/1983255729126089097?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/1983255729126089097?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~3/tLpdUHFjklk/note-sparse-l11-settembre-2001.html" title="Note sparse - L'11 settembre 2001 ricordato il 12 settembre 2008" /><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09672157763921281082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04980363808866479344" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bv2ycTTc5x0/SMpUU54TWsI/AAAAAAAAAgI/4HXaav7wdns/s72-c/x1pNWjjkHJ3o_yM6t8b8s9OlV_Hbm76N2zSPBW8zuq375sNTcvCbJ0XcP7hWNfvUNGj0m_aK-j7B2LPE7sqzWcJoTRtdmNkYj-VhgSpLAhkpR7uBRf9Ffv2MBneIrdcaRgj36dQfMjiczQ.htm" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/2008/09/note-sparse-l11-settembre-2001.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUER34-cCp7ImA9WxRTF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430278670580144194.post-7169419223267215663</id><published>2008-09-07T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T03:10:06.058-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-07T03:10:06.058-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="uomini" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="uomini vs.donne" /><title>Le situazioni di Lui e Lei: Lui vuole riparare il lavandino, Lei gli dice come fare</title><summary type="html">E' una scena che, almeno a pensarla, ancora per adesso, mi fa una certa tenerezza... E anche al mio ragazzo... Ma credo ancora per poco: Lui è avvinghiato al tubo del lavandino del bagno per sistemarlo, Lei, armata di manuale, siede sull'orlo della vasca da bagno.Fin qui tutto ok. Quando all'improvviso, subito dopo che Lui butta una fragorosa bestemmia per qualche problema che ha scoperto, Lei ha&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~4/hvGJs2Ev-Tc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/feeds/7169419223267215663/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3430278670580144194&amp;postID=7169419223267215663" title="3 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/7169419223267215663?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/7169419223267215663?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~3/hvGJs2Ev-Tc/le-situazioni-di-lui-e-lei-lui-vuole.html" title="Le situazioni di Lui e Lei: Lui vuole riparare il lavandino, Lei gli dice come fare" /><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09672157763921281082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04980363808866479344" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bv2ycTTc5x0/SMOoaEWLkiI/AAAAAAAAAfY/1sAZvCC1Uw0/s72-c/super_mario_revolution.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/2008/09/le-situazioni-di-lui-e-lei-lui-vuole.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQMR30zfyp7ImA9WxRTFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430278670580144194.post-6695219638395729940</id><published>2008-09-03T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T08:06:26.387-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-03T08:06:26.387-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comunicazione non verbale" /><title>Perchè in ascensore con altre persone si sta così a disagio?</title><summary type="html">E' una delle cose più seccanti che possano esserci. Ammetto di non essere una simpaticona, ma trovarsi faccia a faccia col vicino del secondo piano che accompagna il figlio all'asilo e farsi anche pochi secondi insieme nell'ascensore, diventa una situazione molto imbarazzante.Il must è un gioioso roteare di sguardi, un evitarsi con classe. Meno spesso succede invece che qualcuno trova la forza (e&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~4/W1xdvrGp_nM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/feeds/6695219638395729940/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3430278670580144194&amp;postID=6695219638395729940" title="4 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/6695219638395729940?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/6695219638395729940?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~3/W1xdvrGp_nM/perch-in-ascensore-con-altre-persone-si.html" title="Perchè in ascensore con altre persone si sta così a disagio?" /><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09672157763921281082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04980363808866479344" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bv2ycTTc5x0/SL6n3srsOGI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zTCt3vwVwtk/s72-c/ascensore-g.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/2008/09/perch-in-ascensore-con-altre-persone-si.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMER3czeyp7ImA9WxdaGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430278670580144194.post-2529511104292854969</id><published>2008-08-28T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:46:46.983-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-28T13:46:46.983-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="donne" /><title>I segreti della borsetta</title><summary type="html">Sicuramente lo immaginate: la borsetta per una donna non è un semplice accessorio moda... O meglio, tecnicamente lo è... Ma ciò che vale è il contenuto!La borsetta non è una borsetta! E qui mi viene in mente la celebre tela del surrealista Magritte in cui, sotto un'enorme pipa, una scritta lanciava la provocazione: Ceci n'est pas une pipe! (Questa non è una pipa). -Scusate l'enorme &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~4/PQUgU9P7SKk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/feeds/2529511104292854969/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3430278670580144194&amp;postID=2529511104292854969" title="2 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/2529511104292854969?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/2529511104292854969?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~3/PQUgU9P7SKk/i-segreti-della-borsetta.html" title="I segreti della borsetta" /><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09672157763921281082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04980363808866479344" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bv2ycTTc5x0/SLcOmMgVonI/AAAAAAAAAfI/PXohM2ep_Io/s72-c/iz035009.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-segreti-della-borsetta.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MNRnczfyp7ImA9WxdaGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430278670580144194.post-5069170895640873369</id><published>2008-08-27T13:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T13:38:17.987-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-27T13:38:17.987-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="uomini vs.donne" /><title>Le situazioni di Lui e Lei: alla fine di una giornata stressante</title><summary type="html">Iniziamo da Lei: Lei già da appena svegliata si sentiva che quella giornata non sarebbe andata, il cielo era nuvolo. In cucina il gas non si accendeva e il termometro del frigo era andato. In bagno... Ecco, fantastico, ci mancava solo il ciclo! A lavoro quell'arpia del suo capo aveva trovato da ridire su alcuni fascicoli che Lei aveva scrupolosamente ordinato... Chissà cosa cavolo aveva trovato &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~4/AnDSYlLhwlU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/feeds/5069170895640873369/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3430278670580144194&amp;postID=5069170895640873369" title="4 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/5069170895640873369?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/5069170895640873369?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~3/AnDSYlLhwlU/le-situazioni-di-lui-e-lei-alla-fine-di.html" title="Le situazioni di Lui e Lei: alla fine di una giornata stressante" /><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09672157763921281082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04980363808866479344" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bv2ycTTc5x0/SLW6pnuBCcI/AAAAAAAAAfA/hlGZJR1e0PQ/s72-c/incomunic.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/2008/08/le-situazioni-di-lui-e-lei-alla-fine-di.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkICQnY7fyp7ImA9WxdaF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430278670580144194.post-6291824462856957781</id><published>2008-08-26T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T12:56:03.807-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-26T12:56:03.807-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="uomini" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="donne" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="uomini vs.donne" /><title>...E le donne sono delle onde</title><summary type="html">Anche qui vado subito a spiegarmi!Le donne hanno la capacità di sentirsi bene con sè stesse indipendentemente dal contesto in cui si trovano (certo, un bel contesto aiuta! :D) quando all'improvviso è possibile che quest'idillio si infranga rovinosamente senza ragione. Ma perchè succede questo?Di solito la discesa avviene perchè la donna, magari anche inconsapevolmente, ha negato o sorvolato &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~4/EQZ_RTwgZMI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/feeds/6291824462856957781/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3430278670580144194&amp;postID=6291824462856957781" title="4 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/6291824462856957781?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/6291824462856957781?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~3/EQZ_RTwgZMI/e-le-donne-sono-delle-onde.html" title="...E le donne sono delle onde" /><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09672157763921281082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04980363808866479344" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bv2ycTTc5x0/SLRdaznXLqI/AAAAAAAAAeA/CM7W36NdvcA/s72-c/happy-sad-faces.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/2008/08/e-le-donne-sono-delle-onde.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEGQns9fip7ImA9WxdaFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430278670580144194.post-2061799314990305689</id><published>2008-08-25T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T14:10:23.566-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-25T14:10:23.566-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="uomini vs.donne" /><title>Gli uomini sono degli elastici</title><summary type="html">Detta così potrebbe sembrare un po' difficile da capire, ma ora che approfondiremo, le cose saranno più chiare!Parliamo di quel sentimento che porta gli uomini ad allontanarsi dalla propria compagna senza un motivo ben definito solo per un breve, brevissimo periodo. Di fronte a questo genere di comportamento, le donne cadono spesso nel panico e cercano di avvicinarsi ancora di più all'uomo per &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~4/HpOsuVbkzWE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/feeds/2061799314990305689/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3430278670580144194&amp;postID=2061799314990305689" title="5 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/2061799314990305689?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/2061799314990305689?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~3/HpOsuVbkzWE/gli-uomini-sono-degli-elastici.html" title="Gli uomini sono degli elastici" /><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09672157763921281082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04980363808866479344" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bv2ycTTc5x0/SLMfnPLuRmI/AAAAAAAAAdw/ikHbvcPIy-o/s72-c/uomo-donna.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/2008/08/gli-uomini-sono-degli-elastici.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYCQ3k9fyp7ImA9WxdbF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430278670580144194.post-2488944371906859153</id><published>2008-08-14T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T09:09:22.767-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-14T09:09:22.767-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pubblicità" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amnesty international" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="olimpiadi" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="iniziative" /><title>Amnesty International - Campagna per i diritti umani Beijin 2008: cosa accadrà agli atleti cinesi meno meritevoli?</title><summary type="html">Perdonatemi l'off topic, ma l'argomento è davvero attuale. Non ci sono parole... Non sarà forse la cruda verità, ma qualcosa fa presagire che ci siamo davvero molto vicini.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~4/eO_zBl8DyRw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/feeds/2488944371906859153/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3430278670580144194&amp;postID=2488944371906859153" title="4 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/2488944371906859153?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/2488944371906859153?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~3/eO_zBl8DyRw/amnesty-international-campagna-per-i.html" title="Amnesty International - Campagna per i diritti umani Beijin 2008: cosa accadrà agli atleti cinesi meno meritevoli?" /><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09672157763921281082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04980363808866479344" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bv2ycTTc5x0/SKRYSStbAmI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8VJUOjqbVAg/s72-c/amnesty-international.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/2008/08/amnesty-international-campagna-per-i.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIEQ348eip7ImA9WxdbEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430278670580144194.post-2529483634630320211</id><published>2008-08-06T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:08:22.072-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-06T10:08:22.072-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comunicazione non verbale" /><title>Non vedo non sento non parlo. Come capire se la persona con cui parliamo ci sta mentendo?</title><summary type="html">Prima di ogni cosa occorre sfatare il mito che associa il bugiardo ad una comunicazione basata su uno sguardo schivo e sfuggente. Abituiamoci: gran parte dei bugiardi ci mente guardandoci dritto negli occhi. Ma allora come accorgerci se la persona che abbiamo di fronte è sincera?Come anticipavo nel titolo, bisogna ricordare la mitica immagine delle tre scimmiette: una non vede, l'altra non sente &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~4/nUPNYIgL04s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/feeds/2529483634630320211/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3430278670580144194&amp;postID=2529483634630320211" title="1 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/2529483634630320211?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/2529483634630320211?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~3/nUPNYIgL04s/non-vedo-non-sento-non-parlo-come.html" title="Non vedo non sento non parlo. Come capire se la persona con cui parliamo ci sta mentendo?" /><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09672157763921281082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04980363808866479344" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bv2ycTTc5x0/SJnabD8wYfI/AAAAAAAAAcc/K-NdgABSDeU/s72-c/3scimmie.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/2008/08/non-vedo-non-sento-non-parlo-come.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQGSX0yeyp7ImA9WxRVFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430278670580144194.post-7859789297597148570</id><published>2008-08-01T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:52:08.393-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-13T10:52:08.393-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="libri" /><title>La prima sorsata di birra: Philippe Delerm. Qual è il vostro piccolo piacere della vita?</title><summary type="html">Dicevamo: Philippe Delerm - La prima sorsata di birra e altri piccoli piaceri della vita.L'occhio vuole la sua parte e così è per me u.u la prima cosa che mi ha conquistata di questo libro è stata la copertina così meravigliosamente dandy che mi ha portato per un attimo a pensare ad Oscar Wilde. Ma cominciamo. Ecco La prima sorsata di birra!E' l'inica che conta. Le altre, sempre più lunghe, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~4/5UXSOqTnIAQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/feeds/7859789297597148570/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3430278670580144194&amp;postID=7859789297597148570" title="3 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/7859789297597148570?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/7859789297597148570?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~3/5UXSOqTnIAQ/la-prima-sorsata-di-birra-philippe.html" title="La prima sorsata di birra: Philippe Delerm. Qual è il vostro piccolo piacere della vita?" /><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09672157763921281082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04980363808866479344" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bv2ycTTc5x0/SJLqw7BCvSI/AAAAAAAAAcM/M3sF9Lr2Ats/s72-c/01082008.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/2008/08/la-prima-sorsata-di-birra-philippe.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQGSXo5fyp7ImA9WxRVFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430278670580144194.post-1145033411598601321</id><published>2008-08-01T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:52:08.427-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-13T10:52:08.427-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="libri" /><title>La prima sorsata di birra, L'abito di piume e Come uccidere il marito! Si comincia!</title><summary type="html">La mia ultima spesa si chiama Philippe Delerm - La prima sorsata di birra e altri piccoli piaceri della vita. E' un libricino gentilmente concesso dal ragazzo della libreria a 5 euro (6 euro ufficialmente) in cui si spiegano brevemente tutti quei piccoli momenti felici che arricchiscono la nostra triste esistenza... L'ho divorato in qualche minuto... Non che possa rubare giorni e giorni: sono &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~4/CJ71jpVkbTk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/feeds/1145033411598601321/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3430278670580144194&amp;postID=1145033411598601321" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/1145033411598601321?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3430278670580144194/posts/default/1145033411598601321?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Psycodrammi/~3/CJ71jpVkbTk/la-prima-sorsata-di-birra-labito-di.html" title="La prima sorsata di birra, L'abito di piume e Come uccidere il marito! Si comincia!" /><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09672157763921281082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04980363808866479344" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bv2ycTTc5x0/SJLlKzGUg9I/AAAAAAAAAcE/xlaxXDtwkvM/s72-c/01082008%28001%29.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://psycodrammi.blogspot.com/2008/08/la-prima-sorsata-di-birra-labito-di.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
