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Alguns dizem que é por causa da maior quantidade de locais para estas bandas tocarem e, consequentemente, acabam inspirando a </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/feeds/6261589879454283091/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455926&amp;postID=6261589879454283091&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/6261589879454283091?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/6261589879454283091?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/2011/02/grand-central.html" title="Grand Central" /><author><name>Hiran Eduardo Murbach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013010489591127439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87nBKCwHBdc/SyoxTEIZ7bI/AAAAAAAAAJc/r3vQxL2wNc4/S220/hiranew.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/TmhNoj6KP_Q/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4AR30_fCp7ImA9Wx9QGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455926.post-8068273812368138508</id><published>2010-12-31T11:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T11:59:06.344-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-31T11:59:06.344-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="show" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cinema" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rock" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="música" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="listas" /><title>Someday I will walk away and say, “You disappoint me"</title><summary>Nem tudo são flores. E 2010 trouxeram algumas decepções, e é sobre elas que nós vamos falar aqui. Mas primeiro, é preciso deixar bem claro que está não é uma lista de piores do ano, mas sim de desapontamentos, algo que você espera muito e, ao final, fica um gostinho amargo da decepção.

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Tivemos muita coisa ruim este ano, mas muita mesmo, mas a maior decepção do ano veio justamente daquela </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/feeds/8068273812368138508/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455926&amp;postID=8068273812368138508&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/8068273812368138508?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/8068273812368138508?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/2010/12/someday-i-will-walk-away-and-say-you.html" title="Someday I will walk away and say, “You disappoint me&quot;" /><author><name>Hiran Eduardo Murbach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013010489591127439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87nBKCwHBdc/SyoxTEIZ7bI/AAAAAAAAAJc/r3vQxL2wNc4/S220/hiranew.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEICQXc4eSp7ImA9Wx9QF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455926.post-8369584925756501690</id><published>2010-12-30T17:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T17:16:00.931-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-30T17:16:00.931-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="show" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cinema" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quadrinhos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rock" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="música" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="seriados" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="listas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nerd" /><title>You Wanted The Best, You Got The Best</title><summary>E 2010 acabou. Todo final de ano eu faço uma listinha dos melhores do ano e tal, e este ano não poderia faltar né? O ano foi cheio de altos e baixos, com coisas muito boas e outras bem ruins, decepcionantes até, mas desta vez eu resolvi escolher apenas os melhores do ano, nada de primeiro, segundo, terceiro e décimo quinto colocados. Algo assim como: "E a Espanha na Copa do Mundo deste ano foi:"
</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/feeds/8369584925756501690/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455926&amp;postID=8369584925756501690&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/8369584925756501690?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/8369584925756501690?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-wanted-best-you-got-best.html" title="You Wanted The Best, You Got The Best" /><author><name>Hiran Eduardo Murbach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013010489591127439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87nBKCwHBdc/SyoxTEIZ7bI/AAAAAAAAAJc/r3vQxL2wNc4/S220/hiranew.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08MQX8_fyp7ImA9Wx9SGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455926.post-2387530336849436713</id><published>2010-12-10T14:49:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T14:51:20.147-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-10T14:51:20.147-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="show" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rock" /><title>Stone Temple Pilots</title><summary>  
Quando eu cheguei no Via Funchal, por volta das 19h30, nem parecia que em pouco mais de duas horas, uma banda clássica do Grunge tocaria, pela primeira vez, no Brasil, lá. Poucas pessoas esperavam na fila para entrar e a movimentação era pequena, bem inferior àquela que eu vi, uma semana antes, no show do Rammstein. E esta sensação ficou até por volta das 21h30, quando a casa, se não ficou </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/feeds/2387530336849436713/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455926&amp;postID=2387530336849436713&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/2387530336849436713?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/2387530336849436713?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/2010/12/stone-temple-pilots.html" title="Stone Temple Pilots" /><author><name>Hiran Eduardo Murbach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013010489591127439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87nBKCwHBdc/SyoxTEIZ7bI/AAAAAAAAAJc/r3vQxL2wNc4/S220/hiranew.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8ARn05eip7ImA9Wx9SEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455926.post-807747453520306156</id><published>2010-12-01T16:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T16:24:07.322-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-01T16:24:07.322-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="show" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rock" /><title>A Noite em que o Via Funchal Quase Pegou Fogo</title><summary>
Eu desejava um show do Rammstein há muito tempo, e desde que começaram os rumores que a turnê deles passaria pelo Brasil em 2010, eu decidi que iria. Tanto que comprei o ingresso logo que começaram a serem vendidos e para isto abri mão de outros shows que gostaria de ter ido, podendo ver, ao vivo, estes alemães, coisa que quase consegui em 1999, quando abriram o show do Kiss, mas que, por </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/feeds/807747453520306156/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455926&amp;postID=807747453520306156&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/807747453520306156?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/807747453520306156?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/2010/12/noite-em-que-o-via-funchal-quase-pegou.html" title="A Noite em que o Via Funchal Quase Pegou Fogo" /><author><name>Hiran Eduardo Murbach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013010489591127439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87nBKCwHBdc/SyoxTEIZ7bI/AAAAAAAAAJc/r3vQxL2wNc4/S220/hiranew.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEDQHg_fSp7ImA9Wx9TFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455926.post-3122928959924507493</id><published>2010-11-24T17:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:41:11.645-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-24T17:41:11.645-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="show" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rock" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="música" /><title>O que é ser Paul McCartney?</title><summary>
Que o show do Paul McCartney foi apoteótico e inesquecível, não preciso dizer, pois já dito milhares e milhares de vezes nos últimos dias. Também não é preciso ficar repetindo que os presentes em algum (ou alguns) dos shows nunca mais esquecerão daquelas três horas. 

A questão é: se alguém tinha alguma dúvida, não deveria ter mais, pois é claro que Paul McCartney é o maior artista vivo. Mais do</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/feeds/3122928959924507493/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455926&amp;postID=3122928959924507493&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/3122928959924507493?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/3122928959924507493?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-que-e-ser-paul-mccartney.html" title="O que é ser Paul McCartney?" /><author><name>Hiran Eduardo Murbach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013010489591127439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87nBKCwHBdc/SyoxTEIZ7bI/AAAAAAAAAJc/r3vQxL2wNc4/S220/hiranew.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEARXo-fSp7ImA9Wx5bE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455926.post-5643732534667809451</id><published>2010-10-29T15:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T15:34:04.455-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-29T15:34:04.455-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="literatura" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="polêmica" /><title>A Maldade Está nos Olhos de Quem Vê</title><summary>Se os Paralamas disseram que "...o espanto está nos olhos de quem vê o grande monstro a se criar", podemos afirmar que a maldade idem, o que é uma pena.

Hoje cedo fui olhar os Trend Topics do Twitter e vi a palavra "Lobato" neles. Achei estranho, mas ao mesmo tempo fiquei curioso para saber se realmente era algo relacionado ao Monteiro Lobato, e qual o motivo. Qual não foi a minha surpresa ao </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/feeds/5643732534667809451/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455926&amp;postID=5643732534667809451&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/5643732534667809451?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/5643732534667809451?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/2010/10/maldade-esta-nos-olhos-de-quem-ve.html" title="A Maldade Está nos Olhos de Quem Vê" /><author><name>Hiran Eduardo Murbach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013010489591127439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87nBKCwHBdc/SyoxTEIZ7bI/AAAAAAAAAJc/r3vQxL2wNc4/S220/hiranew.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUESH4zeip7ImA9Wx5bEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455926.post-8396374687922778318</id><published>2010-10-26T12:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T12:10:09.082-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-26T12:10:09.082-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vida" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="seriados" /><title>Dia da Marmota</title><summary>
No último episódio de Being Erica que eu assisti ontem, ela recebe uma informação pelo Kai que não deveria ter recebido e que a deixa bem confusa e em parafuso. Por isto ela procura o Dr.Tom para reclamar e a 'solução' que ele encontra é fazê-la voltar ao passado, no horário que ela recebe a notícia (as 8 da manhã), para ela entender melhor o que tá acontecendo. E assim vira o dia dela, um </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/feeds/8396374687922778318/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455926&amp;postID=8396374687922778318&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/8396374687922778318?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/8396374687922778318?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/2010/10/dia-da-marmota.html" title="Dia da Marmota" /><author><name>Hiran Eduardo Murbach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013010489591127439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87nBKCwHBdc/SyoxTEIZ7bI/AAAAAAAAAJc/r3vQxL2wNc4/S220/hiranew.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcCR3kzeSp7ImA9Wx5bEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455926.post-2010252759870368504</id><published>2010-10-25T13:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T13:54:26.781-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-25T13:54:26.781-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="literatura" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cinema" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="futebol" /><title>Nunca Cometam o Pecado de Trocar Nosso Time</title><summary>Parece que eu sou meio monotemático, mas não é bem assim. Cá vou eu falar de duas coisas que eu falei recentemente aqui: Futebol e o tal do livro Comer Rezar e Amar, mas num contexto diferente do habitual.

Certo, além disto não é exatamente sobre o livro, mas sim sobre o filme (que eu não assisti) e futebol não é sobre o Palmeiras (se fosse seria no outro blog), apesar de eu citá-lo como exemplo</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/feeds/2010252759870368504/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455926&amp;postID=2010252759870368504&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/2010252759870368504?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/2010252759870368504?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/2010/10/nunca-cometam-o-pecado-de-trocar-nosso.html" title="Nunca Cometam o Pecado de Trocar Nosso Time" /><author><name>Hiran Eduardo Murbach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013010489591127439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87nBKCwHBdc/SyoxTEIZ7bI/AAAAAAAAAJc/r3vQxL2wNc4/S220/hiranew.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYNRH0-eip7ImA9Wx5VEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455926.post-7568992023833843720</id><published>2010-10-04T19:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T19:09:55.352-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-04T19:09:55.352-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="música" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="letras de música" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="perfeições pop" /><title>Perfeições Pop</title><summary>

DRINK ME - Anna Nalick
Talk about the weatherWill you miss me ever?Lately I'm obsessedAnd I need the restI hope that you're impressedShe's so pretty, I'm jealousAnd she's lost like AliceIn a painted pastIn a looking glassI see me looking back
I'll take another Drink Me, babySlowly, I'll disappearAnd wear my life like a barbed wire necklaceSo let's play it truth or dare
So you're a fan of </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/feeds/7568992023833843720/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455926&amp;postID=7568992023833843720&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/7568992023833843720?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/7568992023833843720?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/2010/10/perfeicoes-pop.html" title="Perfeições Pop" /><author><name>Hiran Eduardo Murbach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013010489591127439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87nBKCwHBdc/SyoxTEIZ7bI/AAAAAAAAAJc/r3vQxL2wNc4/S220/hiranew.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQFRno6cCp7ImA9Wx5XFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455926.post-4217662482173365756</id><published>2010-09-16T18:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T18:58:37.418-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-16T18:58:37.418-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="literatura" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vida" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sexo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cinema" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teorias" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="machoderespeito" /><title>Livros Para Meninas e Para Meninos</title><summary>Eu queria a um tempo ler o "Beber, Jogar, F@#er" do Bob Sullivan, mas me disseram que para entendê-lo eu precisava primeiro ler o "Comer, Rezar, Amar". Certo, lá fui eu tentar ler um livro de menininha e best-seller, coisas que definitivamente não me dão tesão nenhum, mas paciência. Li um pouco, aos trancos e barrancos, caindo no sono sempre depois de meia dúzia de páginas, e na metade do </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/feeds/4217662482173365756/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455926&amp;postID=4217662482173365756&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/4217662482173365756?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/4217662482173365756?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/2010/09/livros-para-meninas-e-para-meninos.html" title="Livros Para Meninas e Para Meninos" /><author><name>Hiran Eduardo Murbach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013010489591127439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87nBKCwHBdc/SyoxTEIZ7bI/AAAAAAAAAJc/r3vQxL2wNc4/S220/hiranew.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcMR387fyp7ImA9Wx5XEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455926.post-2964952306774280144</id><published>2010-09-10T00:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:41:26.107-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-10T00:41:26.107-03:00</app:edited><title>Sim, Este Blog Ainda Existe...</title><summary>...o problema é que eu não consigo escrever nada.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/feeds/2964952306774280144/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455926&amp;postID=2964952306774280144&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/2964952306774280144?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/2964952306774280144?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/2010/09/sim-este-blog-ainda-existe.html" title="Sim, Este Blog Ainda Existe..." /><author><name>Hiran Eduardo Murbach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013010489591127439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87nBKCwHBdc/SyoxTEIZ7bI/AAAAAAAAAJc/r3vQxL2wNc4/S220/hiranew.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcHQH8_eSp7ImA9Wx5REUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455926.post-4322679680435607940</id><published>2010-08-18T14:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T14:37:11.141-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-18T14:37:11.141-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="literatura" /><title>Meu Livro</title><summary>Quem não leu, agora pode ler o "Quando a Vida Imita a Arte" no Bookess, no link abaixo:

</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/feeds/4322679680435607940/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455926&amp;postID=4322679680435607940&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/4322679680435607940?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/4322679680435607940?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/2010/08/meu-livro.html" title="Meu Livro" /><author><name>Hiran Eduardo Murbach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013010489591127439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87nBKCwHBdc/SyoxTEIZ7bI/AAAAAAAAAJc/r3vQxL2wNc4/S220/hiranew.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYERnc9eip7ImA9Wx5TGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455926.post-1484978397461642368</id><published>2010-08-03T01:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T01:35:07.962-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-03T01:35:07.962-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vida" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="futebol" /><title>Nunca diga que isto aqui é 'apenas' futebol</title><summary>Perdi a conta de quantas vezes, após uma derrota do Palmeiras, eu, de mau humor, ouvi de muita gente: Por que você está bravo, isto é apenas futebol, você não ganha nada com isto. Mas isto é uma grande mentira, e quem não entende o que isto realmente é, deveria se abster de qualquer comentário nesta hora.

Futebol nunca é apenas futebol. Futebol é amor, é paixão, no seu maior nível. Na vida você </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/feeds/1484978397461642368/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455926&amp;postID=1484978397461642368&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/1484978397461642368?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/1484978397461642368?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/2010/08/perdi-conta-de-quantas-vezes-apos-uma.html" title="Nunca diga que isto aqui é 'apenas' futebol" /><author><name>Hiran Eduardo Murbach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013010489591127439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87nBKCwHBdc/SyoxTEIZ7bI/AAAAAAAAAJc/r3vQxL2wNc4/S220/hiranew.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QMQ3k9fip7ImA9Wx5TFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455926.post-9209613568486914946</id><published>2010-07-29T20:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T20:16:22.766-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-29T20:16:22.766-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tutebol" /><title>Jogo das Barricas III</title><summary>Em 2008, meia dúzia de radicais, intolerantes e irracionais corinthianos e palmeirenses que viviam trocando suas farpas por blogues, e-mails e que tais - ainda não havia se disseminado o Twitter - resolveram consertar o ato mais irresponsável das diretorias de Corinthians e palmeiras de sua história. Um dos gaiatos teve a idéia de jerico e o restante não só concordou como ajudou a viabilizar </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/feeds/9209613568486914946/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455926&amp;postID=9209613568486914946&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/9209613568486914946?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/9209613568486914946?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/2010/07/jogo-das-barricas-iii.html" title="Jogo das Barricas III" /><author><name>Hiran Eduardo Murbach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013010489591127439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87nBKCwHBdc/SyoxTEIZ7bI/AAAAAAAAAJc/r3vQxL2wNc4/S220/hiranew.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08DRXg4fCp7ImA9WxFaFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455926.post-6712687887397858388</id><published>2010-07-19T18:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T18:44:34.634-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-19T18:44:34.634-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vida" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teorias" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="arte" /><title>A Arte no Sofrer</title><summary>Para começo de conversa, eu não sou masoquista, bem longe de mim gostar de sofrer e estas coisas, pois convenhamos: isto é chato pra caralho! 

Mas uma coisa é necessária ser dita: a tristeza e o sofrimento são poéticos. E quando eu falo poético não estou me referindo a um estilo literário, mas sim a toda e qualquer forma de arte que seja criada com a alma e o coração. As obras mais bonitas não </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/feeds/6712687887397858388/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455926&amp;postID=6712687887397858388&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/6712687887397858388?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/6712687887397858388?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/2010/07/arte-no-sofrer.html" title="A Arte no Sofrer" /><author><name>Hiran Eduardo Murbach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013010489591127439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87nBKCwHBdc/SyoxTEIZ7bI/AAAAAAAAAJc/r3vQxL2wNc4/S220/hiranew.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQBRX84fSp7ImA9WxFbE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455926.post-8390315236399586998</id><published>2010-07-05T18:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T18:12:34.135-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-05T18:12:34.135-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="literatura" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cinema" /><title>Um Contador de Histórias</title><summary>Vendo ontem um filme bobo, daquelas comédias com cara de domingo, onde você não quer pensar, me vi pensando. O fato é que eu acabo me vendo pensando em praticamente todos os filmes e seriados que assisto, livros e quadrinhos que leio, propagandas de carros nas revistas que vejo.

Na verdade, tudo que que é escrito é feito para nos fazer pensar, mesmo que de uma forma inconsciente. Um filme não </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/feeds/8390315236399586998/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455926&amp;postID=8390315236399586998&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/8390315236399586998?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/8390315236399586998?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/2010/07/um-contador-de-historias.html" title="Um Contador de Histórias" /><author><name>Hiran Eduardo Murbach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013010489591127439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87nBKCwHBdc/SyoxTEIZ7bI/AAAAAAAAAJc/r3vQxL2wNc4/S220/hiranew.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4NSXk9cCp7ImA9WxFbEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455926.post-6317898143751963881</id><published>2010-07-01T17:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T17:59:58.768-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-01T17:59:58.768-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vida" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teorias" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="advogado só se fode" /><title>Meu Ano Novo</title><summary>2009 foi um ano foda para mim, principalmente o primeiro semestre. Depois de um longo período de estagnação total, resolvi dar um rumo pra minha vida e, nestes casos, de mudança abrupta, temos duas possibilidades: ou uma aparente boa oportunidade que cai no colo, ou fazer aquilo que sabemos fazer. E no meu caso, parecia que tudo se acertava, uma oportunidade de ser sócio em um escritório de </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/feeds/6317898143751963881/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455926&amp;postID=6317898143751963881&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/6317898143751963881?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/6317898143751963881?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/2010/07/meu-ano-novo.html" title="Meu Ano Novo" /><author><name>Hiran Eduardo Murbach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013010489591127439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87nBKCwHBdc/SyoxTEIZ7bI/AAAAAAAAAJc/r3vQxL2wNc4/S220/hiranew.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUCRH8-eSp7ImA9WxFUEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455926.post-3827680900927143994</id><published>2010-06-21T23:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:11:05.151-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-22T00:11:05.151-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vida" /><title>Um Novo Começo ou Mais do Mesmo</title><summary>Um dia, uma pessoa iluminada disse: Embora ninguém possa voltar atrás e  fazer um novo começo, qualquer um pode começar agora e fazer um novo fim. E embora esta frase possa soar como um chavão ou uma auto ajuda, ela é muito intensa e forte.Mas o que é um novo começo? E quem disse que as vezes a gente quer um novo começo? Quem disse que coisas que ficaram para trás são ruins? Por que a gente não </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/feeds/3827680900927143994/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455926&amp;postID=3827680900927143994&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/3827680900927143994?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/3827680900927143994?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/2010/06/um-novo-comeco-ou-mais-do-mesmo.html" title="Um Novo Começo ou Mais do Mesmo" /><author><name>Hiran Eduardo Murbach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013010489591127439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87nBKCwHBdc/SyoxTEIZ7bI/AAAAAAAAAJc/r3vQxL2wNc4/S220/hiranew.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEMQ3kzfCp7ImA9WxFUEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455926.post-2574009471137439307</id><published>2010-06-20T18:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T19:24:42.784-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-20T19:24:42.784-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teorias" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="internet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="redes sociais" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="negócios" /><title>A Terceira Revolução Industrial</title><summary>Na última quinta e sexta eu tive a feliz oportunidade de participar da Infotrends, que tratou de diversos temas sobre internet, redes sociais e por aí vai. Para mim foi muito legal, pois eu ainda sou bem novo no tema, até pouco tempo atrás isto era apenas parte do meu tempo livre e, de repente, me vi trabalhando com isto.Vi muitas palestras e debates de assuntos diversos, e me vi tentado a </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/feeds/2574009471137439307/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455926&amp;postID=2574009471137439307&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/2574009471137439307?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/2574009471137439307?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/2010/06/terceira-revolucao-industrial.html" title="A Terceira Revolução Industrial" /><author><name>Hiran Eduardo Murbach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013010489591127439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87nBKCwHBdc/SyoxTEIZ7bI/AAAAAAAAAJc/r3vQxL2wNc4/S220/hiranew.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMHQ3g-eCp7ImA9WxFVEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455926.post-4813479119634196769</id><published>2010-06-08T16:54:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T17:53:52.650-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-08T17:53:52.650-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="games" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cinema" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nerd" /><title>Um Gostinho de Muito Tempo Atrás</title><summary>Eu não sou muito fã de games, mas um dos jogos que eu mais joguei na minha vida foi o 'Príncipe da Pérsia', ou simplesmente 'prince', como ele era mais conhecido, pois naquela época você precisava digitar o nome do arquivo executável no prompt do DOS. Lembro inclusive que foi a primeira coisa que eu vi em um monitor colorido (entenda-se monitor colorido um CGA de 16 cores, quase todas tons de </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/feeds/4813479119634196769/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455926&amp;postID=4813479119634196769&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/4813479119634196769?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/4813479119634196769?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/2010/06/um-gostinho-de-muito-tempo-atras.html" title="Um Gostinho de Muito Tempo Atrás" /><author><name>Hiran Eduardo Murbach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013010489591127439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87nBKCwHBdc/SyoxTEIZ7bI/AAAAAAAAAJc/r3vQxL2wNc4/S220/hiranew.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkECQHY8eCp7ImA9WxFWFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455926.post-6150446757680920062</id><published>2010-06-02T15:07:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T15:51:01.870-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-02T15:51:01.870-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="futebol" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="twittadas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="internet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="redes sociais" /><title>A Velocidade das Redes  Social, Um Exemplo Bobo</title><summary>Não costumo escrever aqui muito sobre coisas com as quais eu trabalho, até porque normalmente trabalho com coisas desinteressantes e que não geram nada que valha a pena dizer, mas de uns meses para cá eu comecei a trabalhar com redes sociais, o que tem tudo a ver com este blog. Com isso, dá para aprender um monte de coisas e ver aplicações práticas daquilo que para mim, até algum tempo atrás, não</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/feeds/6150446757680920062/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455926&amp;postID=6150446757680920062&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/6150446757680920062?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/6150446757680920062?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/2010/06/velocidade-das-redes-social-um-exemplo.html" title="A Velocidade das Redes  Social, Um Exemplo Bobo" /><author><name>Hiran Eduardo Murbach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013010489591127439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87nBKCwHBdc/SyoxTEIZ7bI/AAAAAAAAAJc/r3vQxL2wNc4/S220/hiranew.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMGRXwyeyp7ImA9WxFXGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455926.post-130328975263879973</id><published>2010-05-25T14:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T18:37:04.293-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-25T18:37:04.293-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vida" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="seriados" /><title>The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret</title><summary>Eu sou um eterno fuçador de séries. Muitas vezes eu pego uma, pela sinopse ou mesmo pelo nome, e assisto um ou dois episódios, para ver se eu gosto. Algumas são ruins e logo são jogadas no lixo, as vezes antes de terminar o primeiro, mas algumas são muito boas.A última 'descoberta' foi Life UneXpected, uma série que eu não dava nada, até porque o cartaz dela teve a 'grande' idéia de dizer ser '</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/feeds/130328975263879973/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455926&amp;postID=130328975263879973&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/130328975263879973?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/130328975263879973?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/2010/05/lost-art-of-keeping-secret.html" title="The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret" /><author><name>Hiran Eduardo Murbach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013010489591127439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87nBKCwHBdc/SyoxTEIZ7bI/AAAAAAAAAJc/r3vQxL2wNc4/S220/hiranew.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYBR30_eCp7ImA9WxFXFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455926.post-5134174434251028950</id><published>2010-05-21T11:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T11:29:16.340-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-21T11:29:16.340-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="futebol" /><title>Futebol é a Minha Insônia</title><summary>Ontem a noite eu estava quase dormindo, tentando assistir House mas mais pescando que outra coisa, até que desisti. Desliguei o DVD e, só por curiosidade, coloquei no jogo do Flamengo e do Universidade, mais para saber mesmo quanto estava o jogo. Era o começo do segundo tempo e o começo da minha 'insônia'.Pronto, acordei! E olha que o jogo nem estava muito bom. E, principalmente, eu não tinha </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/feeds/5134174434251028950/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455926&amp;postID=5134174434251028950&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/5134174434251028950?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/5134174434251028950?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/2010/05/futebol-e-minha-insonia.html" title="Futebol é a Minha Insônia" /><author><name>Hiran Eduardo Murbach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013010489591127439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87nBKCwHBdc/SyoxTEIZ7bI/AAAAAAAAAJc/r3vQxL2wNc4/S220/hiranew.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMAQX48fCp7ImA9WxFXEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455926.post-3872397486280467484</id><published>2010-05-17T21:57:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T22:00:40.074-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-17T22:00:40.074-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="qmti" /><title>O Que Já Era Bom...</title><summary>...consegue ficar ainda melhor:</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/feeds/3872397486280467484/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455926&amp;postID=3872397486280467484&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/3872397486280467484?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455926/posts/default/3872397486280467484?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://radociou.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-que-ja-era-bom.html" title="O Que Já Era Bom..." /><author><name>Hiran Eduardo Murbach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013010489591127439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87nBKCwHBdc/SyoxTEIZ7bI/AAAAAAAAAJc/r3vQxL2wNc4/S220/hiranew.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

