<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047</id><updated>2012-02-01T13:53:41.572-02:00</updated><category term='formspring'/><category term='post inútil'/><category term='listas'/><category term='fina-flora'/><category term='poli-eco-soc'/><category term='mosaico'/><category term='música'/><category term='links'/><category term='falar e escrever corretamente é lindo'/><category term='curiosidadesinhas'/><category term='arte'/><category term='mundo bizarro'/><category term='futilidades'/><category term='pindorama'/><category term='Dia de quê?'/><category term='ideias mórbidas'/><category term='música'/><category term='ó... a ciência...'/><category term='Nada'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='no papel'/><category term='cultura pop'/><category term='myself'/><category term='sucos'/><category term='seriados'/><category term='desconsolo'/><category term='filmes'/><category term='branding'/><category term='fina-food'/><category term='fight the power'/><title type='text'>Língua de Fel</title><subtitle type='html'>Aleatoriamente: Cinema e Virtualidade. 
Devaneios, ideias mórbidas e rock'n'roll.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-8154250986565529008</id><published>2012-01-31T19:55:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T20:22:29.964-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pindorama'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Rio identifica mais dez bueiros com risco de explosão
Eles marcam os bueiros para proporcionar aquela 'adrenalina na galera', imagino. Afinal, se (ou quando) algum deles explodir, a marcação não protegerá ninguém nem impedirá injúrias nos transeuntes (que não têm opção a não ser passar pela 'área surpresinha bombástica' do poder público).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/8154250986565529008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/8154250986565529008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2012/01/rio-identifica-mais-dez-bueiros-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z166/finaendor/Imagens%20aleatorias/th_hurtwalk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-7035675196342805592</id><published>2012-01-31T15:32:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T17:08:22.494-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

Lithium
Passei um mês diminuindo paulatinamente a ingestão e finalmente parei.
Não me serviu de nada de bom. Parece que para o Kurt Cobain também não.

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/7035675196342805592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/7035675196342805592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2012/01/lithium-passei-um-mes-diminuindo.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pkcJEvMcnEg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-4191831225581948209</id><published>2012-01-30T21:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T21:28:14.814-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trilha

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/4191831225581948209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/4191831225581948209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2012/01/trilha.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BggXhzUhZ94/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-3513666479734380560</id><published>2012-01-30T18:28:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T20:18:38.472-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucos'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Suco do dia

Abacaxi, ameixa vermelha fresca, cenoura, limão, gengibre, linhaça, hortelã, manjericão e canela batidos com mate e gelo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/3513666479734380560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/3513666479734380560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2012/01/suco-do-dia-abacaxi-ameixa-vermelha.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-2364493725377039298</id><published>2012-01-30T17:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T18:23:41.029-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TORRENT 2011


 * Silver Rockets Kool Thing Sonic Youth - 20 years of Sonic Youth: Documentário feito há dez anos em comemoração aos vinte anos da mais criativa banda de rock de todos os tempos: Sonic Youth, que há alguns meses anunciou seu fim depois de uma carreira de trinta anos. O filme mostra o backstage de shows, o processo criativo, a construção e modificação de instrumentos e efeitos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/2364493725377039298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/2364493725377039298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2012/01/torrent-2011-silver-rockets-kool-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-5863597327689088430</id><published>2012-01-27T18:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T18:40:18.516-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideias mórbidas'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> !? Sofisma insofismável?

O pensamento paralisa.
A dor paralisa.
Pensamento é dor?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/5863597327689088430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/5863597327689088430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2012/01/sofisma-insofismavel-o-pensamento.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-3289163963068053536</id><published>2012-01-16T13:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T13:20:39.294-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fight the power'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>File sharing is now an official religion in Sweden
Taí uma religião à qual eu cogitaria me filiar.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/3289163963068053536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/3289163963068053536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2012/01/file-sharing-is-now-official-religion.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-2312858188221846621</id><published>2012-01-16T13:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T13:12:21.036-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideias mórbidas'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Da-Sein
A pergunta que me fiz constantemente nas últimas semanas é: será que, se eu parar completamente de tomar o antidepressivo, terei finalmente coragem de me matar?
Penso - de fato - que a resposta é: sim.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/2312858188221846621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/2312858188221846621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2012/01/da-sein-pergunta-que-me-fiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-7211114754242386363</id><published>2012-01-16T12:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T12:23:40.016-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucos'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Suco do dia

Nectarina, morango, ameixa vermelha fresca, limão, gengibre, hortelã, coentro e canela batidos com mate e gelo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/7211114754242386363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/7211114754242386363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2012/01/suco-do-dia-nectarina-morango-ameixa.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-5523866619889449518</id><published>2012-01-07T19:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T19:35:58.005-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fight the power'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maconha não danifica o cérebro, segundo estudo
Mais uma pesquisa reforça o mesmo resultado.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/5523866619889449518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/5523866619889449518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2012/01/maconha-nao-danifica-o-cerebro-segundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-4142498059728535622</id><published>2012-01-07T18:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T18:36:23.221-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quantificação do real
Textos mais longos não significam necessariamente mais conteúdo (ou informação, ou ideias, ou reflexão).
Frequentemente, são repetições estéreis da mesma coisa ou falatório vazio para fazer volume.
Isto é, tratam o leitor (você) como idiota ou otário.

very nice. as usual.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/4142498059728535622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/4142498059728535622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2012/01/quantificacao-do-real-textos-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-8728723155824073401</id><published>2012-01-07T11:04:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T11:06:50.470-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Para uma casa ser um lar de verdade, é fundamental ter livros e plantas.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/8728723155824073401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/8728723155824073401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2012/01/para-uma-casa-ser-um-lar-de-verdade-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z166/finaendor/Imagens%20aleatorias/th_250x221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-1025491116260327898</id><published>2012-01-07T10:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T10:16:32.816-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideias mórbidas'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ando muito na dúvida sobre se devo escrever aqui certas coisas que tenho pensado ultimamente.
Até agora, elas - no máximo - chegam ao papel.
que perecerá na crueza de sua palpável finitude física.
como eu.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/1025491116260327898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/1025491116260327898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2012/01/ando-muito-na-duvida-sobre-se-devo.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-5513134649460663412</id><published>2012-01-07T09:54:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T11:10:49.365-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

O gato subiu no telhado?
Muito longe ainda de raspar a cabeça, claro. Só tosei bem as laterais. Acabei de tirar essas fotos toscas dos dois lados. O corte foi há três semanas, então, já cresceu bastante. Semana que vem terei de retocar.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/5513134649460663412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/5513134649460663412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-gato-subiu-no-telhado-muito-longe.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z166/finaendor/Imagens%20aleatorias/th_newhaircutsides235x100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-4046818764677103455</id><published>2012-01-07T09:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T09:20:06.975-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mundo bizarro'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Matrix?
Na capa de um enorme portal do país, em destaque, no topo, a manchete: Imagens de acidente que matou grávida mostram a batida. Assista.
Por quê? Por que as pessoas são atraídas por isso? Sempre mais e mais desse voyeurismo mórbido.
E pensar que há pouco mais de um século um ser humano só podia ver/assistir - experienciar - imagem em movimento sonorizada daquilo que acontecia em sua </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/4046818764677103455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/4046818764677103455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2012/01/matrix-na-capa-de-um-enorme-portal-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-1624923654742109664</id><published>2012-01-07T05:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T05:43:39.031-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poli-eco-soc'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Impressionismos' (chute)
Tenho a impressão de que a China vai dar a grande facada no império ocidental (milhões de problemas nessa nomenclatura jogada assim, mas vamos lá, é só um post curto de chute) {pressuponho que o sentido de grande facada esteja subentendido para todos os que se interessam em saber o que acontece no mundo para além de sua rotina particular e das celebridades} em mais breve</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/1624923654742109664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/1624923654742109664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2012/01/impressionismos-chute-tenho-impressao.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-4583463323268505316</id><published>2012-01-07T05:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T05:30:38.534-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seriados'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Conteúdo-Forma
Os seriados norte-americanos, a partir dos anos 2000, redimiram, reabilitaram e introduziram o voice over na cultura pop.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/4583463323268505316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/4583463323268505316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2012/01/conteudo-forma-os-seriados-norte.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-1679668686189236758</id><published>2012-01-07T05:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T05:26:56.939-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cinco da manhã e eu resolvo tocar guitarra no talo com todas as microfonias e distorções. Como sou uma pessoa educada, pluguei o fone de ouvido no amplificador e meus vizinhos continuaram em paz como se nada tivesse acontecido.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/1679668686189236758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/1679668686189236758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2012/01/cinco-da-manha-e-eu-resolvo-tocar.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-2932113419848958693</id><published>2011-12-25T22:39:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T22:39:58.443-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A música de natal dos Garotos Podres

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/2932113419848958693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/2932113419848958693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/12/musica-de-natal-dos-garotos-podres.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Ih2sjlmMSeE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-3153865153018957202</id><published>2011-12-09T11:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T11:15:16.353-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tenho sentido tanta vontade (de novo) de raspar a cabeça que vou acabar fazendo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/3153865153018957202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/3153865153018957202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/12/tenho-sentido-tanta-vontade-de-novo-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-7480748629458478717</id><published>2011-12-09T11:11:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T11:11:00.119-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fragmentos da minha história escrita no gmail (desde 30/03/2005)

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Ontem, estava arrumando umas gavetas, organizando a papelada e encontrei um cartão que você me mandou em 1999, quando estava em Oxford. Um cartão com uma partitura do John Cage. Fiquei tão feliz com a re-descoberta. Estou muito tentada a fazer um quadrinho com ele (o problema é que perco o que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/7480748629458478717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/7480748629458478717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/12/fragmentos-da-minha-historia-escrita-no_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-2039680095377473405</id><published>2011-12-09T06:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T06:13:04.204-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pindorama'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coágulo
O Rio de Janeiro é a anti-essência degenerada da celeridade. Nada se movimenta, o transporte público é insuficiente, as vias estão entupidas. 
Colapso iminente.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/2039680095377473405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/2039680095377473405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/12/coagulo-o-rio-de-janeiro-e-anti.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-8759469101607767566</id><published>2011-12-09T04:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T04:34:00.257-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reciclagem-economia caseira
Tenho colorido (tingido) algumas roupas velhas e, depois do processo, elas ficam novas. A sensação é de roupa nova, diferente.
É fácil, é divertido e é bem baratinho, já que cada tubo do pó de tingimento e do líquido fixador de cor custa 2 ou 3 reais. Por menos de 6 reais, uma peça nova de roupa.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/8759469101607767566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/8759469101607767566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/12/reciclagem-economia-caseira-tenho.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-7164056067750771954</id><published>2011-12-03T13:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T13:25:36.185-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fragmentos da minha história escrita no gmail (desde 30/03/2005)

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Um agradecimento público e nominal àqueles que me ajudaram e socorreram no momento em que precisei.

O cd "Outside the Simian Flock", da banda belga Millionaire. Ando pirando nos caras. Não sei se você vai gostar. Caso não goste, fica como informação/cultura pop/inútil.

Estava mesmo escrevendo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/7164056067750771954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/7164056067750771954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/12/fragmentos-da-minha-historia-escrita-no_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-2814725673637143</id><published>2011-12-02T11:11:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T11:11:00.165-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fragmentos da minha história escrita no gmail (desde 30/03/2005)

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A minha dúvida é a seguinte: a equipe técnica da ABL disse que termos como ser-no-mundo, ser-para-si, ser-aí,... não devem mais ser hifenados, certo? E eles sugeriram o quê? Simplesmente usar ser no mundo, ser aí,...? Se assim o for, muda completamente o sentido, não é? Porque o termo hifenado é</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/2814725673637143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/2814725673637143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/12/fragmentos-da-minha-historia-escrita-no_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-6938912524717139737</id><published>2011-12-02T02:02:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T12:37:40.017-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideias mórbidas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fight the power'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu fiz

No dia 1º de outubro de 2010, escrevi aqui que tive vontade de fazer, mas deixei pra lá. No começo desta semana, num impulso crítico de revolta, eu fiz. A atualização não é imediata. Dois dias depois, entrei lá e ainda estava como antes. Imaginei que eles tivessem algum filtro e deixei pra lá, pensando que tinha mesmo sido uma bobagem imatura. Hoje, olhei de novo e a atualização foi feita</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/6938912524717139737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/6938912524717139737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/12/eu-fiz-no-dia-1-de-outubro-de-2010.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z166/finaendor/Imagens%20aleatorias/th_FuckLattessmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-6922692907568282653</id><published>2011-12-01T11:11:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T11:11:01.559-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fragmentos da minha história escrita no gmail (desde 30/03/2005)

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Quanto ao roteiro de filme, claro que seria uma ficção "levemente" inspirada em fatos reais. Impossível identificar quem seriam aquelas personagens na vida real. Esse tipo de cuidado é essencial. Os nomes, a ambientação, as situações são inventadas exatamente para que nada possibilite a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/6922692907568282653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/6922692907568282653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/12/fragmentos-da-minha-historia-escrita-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-9036382839703994429</id><published>2011-11-30T11:11:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T11:11:01.134-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fragmentos da minha história escrita no gmail (desde 30/03/2005)

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Segue uma extensa lista de filmes. Todos são bons, alguns são sensacionais (ou imperdíveis, ou muito especiais) e destaquei-os com um asterisco na frente (o critério foi totalmente subjetivo). Obviamente, não tenho como colocar todos no netbook por falta de espaço no HD e de tempo para baixar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/9036382839703994429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/9036382839703994429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/fragmentos-da-minha-historia-escrita-no_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-2911493439430596113</id><published>2011-11-29T11:11:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T11:11:00.308-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fragmentos da minha história escrita no gmail (desde 30/03/2005)

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Comecei também a pensar numa lista de filmes para deixar no hd pra você, mas também queria que você listasse alguns títulos que lhe interessam.

Amigos discordam e isso é saudável. 
Saudável também é definir prioridades, respeitar o que é importante para o outro e saber abrir mão do que não lhe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/2911493439430596113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/2911493439430596113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/fragmentos-da-minha-historia-escrita-no_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-8887404255429853560</id><published>2011-11-28T11:11:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T11:11:00.966-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fragmentos da minha história escrita no gmail (desde 30/03/2005)

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Você sabe muito bem que, não raro, mesmo mestrandos e doutorandos não conseguem articular um texto com sentido.

Estou tão afastada de lá... Mas sempre converso com uns desgarrados da velha guarda e pensamos em nos reunir. Já está passando da hora.

Vi que não tem jogo nenhum dessa copa que não </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/8887404255429853560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/8887404255429853560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/fragmentos-da-minha-historia-escrita-no_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-738652459898870279</id><published>2011-11-28T08:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T08:59:46.074-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Catadupa de sinapses
Há dias em que torrentes de ideias, coisas para fazer, relações, frases, argumentos,... vêm incessantemente na minha cabeça e embaralham-se em mim com urgência angustiante.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/738652459898870279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/738652459898870279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/catadupa-de-sinapses-ha-dias-em-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z166/finaendor/Imagens%20aleatorias/th_Spiral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-4239593826470686924</id><published>2011-11-28T08:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T08:30:07.117-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trilha



"You can look, but you can't touch/ I don't think I like you much/ Heaven knows what a girl can do/ Heaven knows what you've got to prove/ I think I'm paranoid/ And complicated/ I think I'm paranoid/ Manipulate it/ Bend me, break me/ Anyway you need me/ All I want is you/ Bend me, break me/ Breaking down is easy/ All I want is you/ I fall down just to give you a thrill/ Prop me up with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/4239593826470686924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/4239593826470686924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/trilha-you-can-look-but-you-cant-touch.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/F1_81WCUtM8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-2716251242335360007</id><published>2011-11-27T11:11:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T11:11:01.174-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fragmentos da minha história escrita no gmail (desde 30/03/2005)

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Acabei de voltar do Hematologistas Associados. Cheguei lá, me deram uma ficha para preencher, deixaram-me esperando por mais de uma hora, finalmente me chamaram para dizer que eu não poderia doar sangue porque tomo antidepressivo. 
Lamentável.

Para passar, precisa de um pincel chanfrado, mas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/2716251242335360007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/2716251242335360007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/fragmentos-da-minha-historia-escrita-no_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-2203702727534903787</id><published>2011-11-26T11:11:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T11:11:00.130-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fragmentos da minha história escrita no gmail (desde 30/03/2005)

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Você não quer musicar aquela letra "Carnificina"?

Lacônicos.

Programa em seis partes, produzido pela BBC, chamado The story of science.

Acordei com a cabeça como um balão e passei o resto do dia meio assim.

Não cochilei, morri de novo. Não escutei nada. 

Pouco depois, o dia já começou a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/2203702727534903787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/2203702727534903787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/fragmentos-da-minha-historia-escrita-no_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-9173712841687500600</id><published>2011-11-25T11:11:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T11:11:00.776-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fragmentos da minha história escrita no gmail (desde 30/03/2005)

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E, por enquanto, o nome da banda é Quarentena!

O inevitável aconteceu: terça à noite, a geladeira parou de funcionar de vez. Tive de chamar o conserto.
Ontem, o cara veio aqui. Teve de trocar uma peça. Começou me cobrando R$ 390,00. Depois de muita conversa e barganha, ficou por R$ 200,00.
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/9173712841687500600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/9173712841687500600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/fragmentos-da-minha-historia-escrita-no_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-8410465290126932217</id><published>2011-11-24T11:11:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T11:11:00.283-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fragmentos da minha história escrita no gmail (desde 30/03/2005)

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Quero baixar a música da Piaf que você indicou, mas não consigo achar em lugar nenhum.
Caso a encontre por aí, me passa o caminho das pedras (dos bits, digo).

2 mulheres doidas de tpm, imagina!

Parece que neguinho precisa de babá. Coisa chata.

Me achou rápido!

Estamos de volta ao caminho do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/8410465290126932217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/8410465290126932217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/fragmentos-da-minha-historia-escrita-no_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-7373317232587166407</id><published>2011-11-23T11:11:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T11:11:01.046-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fragmentos da minha história escrita no gmail (desde 30/03/2005)

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Sitcom, do François Ozon. O filme é sensacional. Humor negro da melhor qualidade.

Achei legal, comercial e tal, mas não é a minha onda. Não mesmo. Eu gosto de som mais sujo e mais pesado. Mais dissonante, mais desconfortável. 

Estava eu numa aula, ministrada por um doutor em sociologia nos eua</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/7373317232587166407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/7373317232587166407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/fragmentos-da-minha-historia-escrita-no_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-7723239153625999383</id><published>2011-11-23T10:20:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T10:20:00.357-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucos'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Suco do dia

Pêssego, tangerina, nabo daicon, limão, gengibre, canela, salsinha e sementes de linhaça batidos com mate e gelo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/7723239153625999383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/7723239153625999383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/suco-do-dia-pessego-tangerina-nabo.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-7814830858642893816</id><published>2011-11-22T11:11:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T11:11:00.271-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fragmentos da minha história escrita no gmail (desde 30/03/2005)

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Nem entro nessas comunidades... Eu gostei do episódio. Acho que a temporada será digna.

Depois aproveitamos o som que vai rolar na rua. Que tal?

Leva os gringos pra lá. Tem cerveja até de rapadura. 
Eu fico no dos Malditos mesmo.

Estou com muita vontade de ver "A fita branca", do Haneke, na </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/7814830858642893816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/7814830858642893816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/fragmentos-da-minha-historia-escrita-no_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-4647231432756398048</id><published>2011-11-21T11:11:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T11:11:01.354-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fragmentos da minha história escrita no gmail (desde 30/03/2005)

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Sou ranzinza e reclamo de um monte de coisas (inclusive de mim mesma), mas, felizmente, também tenho prazer em dizer coisas boas.

Pensei em chamar vocês para estudarmos aqui em casa, entretanto, meu ap está um forno insuportável. Nem sozinha consigo ficar estudando. 

Minha cabeça lateja há </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/4647231432756398048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/4647231432756398048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/fragmentos-da-minha-historia-escrita-no_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-2422596987490973159</id><published>2011-11-20T15:43:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T15:43:00.229-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  A única decadência possível para um autêntico espírito nobre é a morte.
O resto é fachada escorada em dinheiro e mais tudo aquilo que já foi muito bem dito na "Teoria do Medalhão", conto do Machado de Assis.

Valei-me vocabulário heideggeriano de Ser e Tempo para falar com propriedade.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/2422596987490973159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/2422596987490973159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/unica-decadencia-possivel-para-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z166/finaendor/Imagens%20aleatorias/th_Bacon_Untitled100x112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-4604959854912109435</id><published>2011-11-20T13:50:00.014-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T13:50:00.134-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultura pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

Já muitas bandas confirmadas para o Lollapalooza Brasil a ser realizado nos dias 7 e 8 de abril de 2012, no Jockey Club da cidade de São Paulo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/4604959854912109435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/4604959854912109435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/ja-muitas-bandas-confirmadas-para-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z166/finaendor/Imagens%20aleatorias/th_LollapaloozaBRCartaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-9013761565904795889</id><published>2011-11-20T11:11:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T11:11:00.144-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fragmentos da minha história escrita no gmail (desde 30/03/2005)
(backward)

========2009===========

Cheguei, comi, e desmaiei. Acordei agora há pouco.

Bafo de dormir na cozinha?
Quando estou sozinha, a melhor opção é sempre ficar deitada até melhorar.
Estou cheia de dor no corpo, principalmente na parte superior das costas, no pescoço e na cabeça, que está com um caroço imenso e lateja quando </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/9013761565904795889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/9013761565904795889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/fragmentos-da-minha-historia-escrita-no_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-9210270050930644836</id><published>2011-11-20T10:19:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T10:19:00.237-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucos'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Suco do dia

Abacaxi, morango, rabanete, limão, gengibre, canela, hortelã e sementes de linhaça batidos com mate e gelo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/9210270050930644836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/9210270050930644836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/suco-do-dia-abacaxi-morango-rabanete.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-6102764094108866291</id><published>2011-11-20T09:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T09:19:24.998-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  New York Noise: Sonic Youth’s Lee Ranaldo creates art that strikes a chord
Entrevista com Lee Ranaldo sobre seu trabalho solo, sua atuação como artista visual e poeta, e um pouquinho sobre a dissolução do Sonic Youth.

É emblemático que o último álbum de estúdio da banda tenha sido nomeado The Eternal.

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/6102764094108866291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/6102764094108866291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-york-noise-sonic-youths-lee-ranaldo.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z166/finaendor/Capas%20de%20discos/th_sonic_youth-the-eternal-album200x200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-4367860447026102792</id><published>2011-11-19T23:38:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T23:45:17.213-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Luto

  Kim Gordon and Thurston Moore separate
One of alternative rock’s most iconic power couples is no more. According to an issued press release, Sonic Youth’s Kim Gordon and Thurston Moore have separated, ending their marriage of 27 years. The press release adds that Sonic Youth will proceed with its South American tour dates scheduled for this November, though “plans beyond that tour are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/4367860447026102792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/4367860447026102792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/luto-kim-gordon-and-thurston-moore.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z166/finaendor/Imagens%20aleatorias/th_kimethurston.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-7707885296881705625</id><published>2011-11-19T21:16:00.081-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T21:46:52.218-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideias mórbidas'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Eis que, há alguns dias, bati o meu recorde e fiquei oitenta horas direto, seguidas, sem intervalo, em vigília.
E com a cabeça funcionando muito bem até os últimos minutos para trabalhar, escrever e lidar com um material razoavelmente complexo. O que mudou consideravelmente, a partir de, mais ou menos, a 65ª hora, foi o meu equilíbrio que ficou falho quando eu me levantava e/ou caminhava, e uma </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/7707885296881705625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/7707885296881705625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/eis-que-ha-alguns-dias-bati-o-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z166/finaendor/Imagens%20aleatorias/th_Insomnia_by_swimxaway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-4345507580323158440</id><published>2011-11-19T15:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T15:55:48.750-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Se é pra ganhar pouco, prefiro um trabalho com alto grau de exigência intelectual a qualquer outro fácil e imbecilizante.
É muito mais prazeroso ter de abrir amplamente meu repertório teórico, consultar bons livros da minha biblioteca pessoal, concentrar-me ao máximo num trabalho feito para alguém que me desperta respeito intelectual (e, por conseguinte, no meu caso, humano), mesmo que isso </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/4345507580323158440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/4345507580323158440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/se-e-pra-ganhar-pouco-prefiro-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z166/finaendor/Imagens%20aleatorias/th_sinapses-mulhers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-248516534820174581</id><published>2011-11-19T11:11:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T11:11:00.508-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fragmentos da minha história escrita no gmail (desde 30/03/2005)
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Tendo a achar que o principal motivo é a superlotação das turmas e o consequente esgotamento de alguns professores. Chega a dar uma certa tristeza ver o processo degradativo que tem se configurado.

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High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine/ shaking their bits to the hits,/ Drag acts, drug acts, suicides, in your dad's suits you hide/ staining his name again,/ Cracked up, stacked up, 22, psycho for sex and glue/ lost it to Bostik, yeah,/ Shaved heads, rave heads, on the pill, got too much time to kill/ get into bands and gangs,/ Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/39621737770838336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/39621737770838336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/trilha-high-on-diesel-and-gasoline.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xqovGKdgAXY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-8579019808421699919</id><published>2011-11-18T19:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T19:56:06.054-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideias mórbidas'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  I've burned myself from the inside out. 
Now I'm just a pile of ashes.
Non-flammable.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/8579019808421699919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/8579019808421699919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/ive-burned-myself-from-inside-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z166/finaendor/Imagens%20aleatorias/th_burned_heart_by_bienvenue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-7996468727369964493</id><published>2011-11-18T14:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T14:06:00.436-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fight the power'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Marie Pas Claire
Em Paris, no ano de 1991, um grupo de mulheres autodeclaradas subversivas e influenciadas pelo feminismo, criaram uma publicação de humor que buscava ampliar as opções de revistas voltadas para o público feminino e, ao mesmo tempo, brincava com o paradigma engessado e muitas vezes retrógrado das outras publicações ditas femininas. O próprio nome da revista é uma referência </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/7996468727369964493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/7996468727369964493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/marie-pas-claire-em-paris-no-ano-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z166/finaendor/Imagens%20aleatorias/th_MariePasClaire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-3244175818851546385</id><published>2011-11-18T11:11:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T11:11:00.093-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fragmentos da minha história escrita no gmail (desde 30/03/2005)
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Tem uma música do Devo chamada Mongoloide. 

Também não ando com muito tempo disponível, entretanto, num esquema mutirão, posso colaborar, sim.

Submergindo das profundezas do silêncio.

Siba e a Fuloresta.

Os meus costumam atacar exatamente a sociabilidade.

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Anticristo, do Lars von Trier.

Veja que não batem as entradas.

Sabia que era fácil, mas não tinha certeza de como fazer.

Não sou muito apegada ao celular.

Daria pra fazer em casa com uma máquina de costura. 

A foto dá água na boca.
Vejo que você executou bem minha receita. Parabéns.

Andou </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/621992413596750750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/621992413596750750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/fragmentos-da-minha-historia-escrita-no_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-5614498821642161979</id><published>2011-11-17T03:07:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T05:59:19.815-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Interview: Garbage on their upcoming new album

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Desculpa a demora (eu esqueci).

Como você só chega amanhã, pediu para que você procurasse pela encomenda na recepção.

Só espero que o preço seja de promo mesmo, assim, dá pra fazer a festa.

Agora, com sua efusiva indicação, vou baixar e assistir.

Acho que ele pesou a mão nas complicações do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/7184718809151553737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/7184718809151553737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/fragmentos-da-minha-historia-escrita-no_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-1111948483887092322</id><published>2011-11-14T11:11:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T11:11:00.862-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fragmentos da minha história escrita no gmail (desde 30/03/2005)
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Produtos anti-olheiras. Olha só os precinhos.

Seminário sobre integração da América do Sul.

Se você não conseguir se localizar com o mapa, avisa aqui.

Fechou? Nem sabia.

Derrete na chuva.

Biblioteca digital mundial.

Deixe para entrar na internet quando estiver em terra, num cybercafé.

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Acho que vai dar um gás.

Você acha cabível eu dizer: ‘A consciência é traiçoeira, o inconsciente é cruel.’?

Pela lembrança e pelo carinho.

Já tá editado e liberado.

Começaremos com o Celso Furtado ("Formação Econômica do Brasil").
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Já consegui entrar.

Demorou a voltar. 

E você não foi banido.

O mesmo problema depois da queda.

Lista de albergues no Rio.

O arquivo que você pediu.

Estarei no Centro desde a manhã.

É esse.

Acho que está bom, sim.

Telefone no silencioso. Estou morta. 
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Meu humor "weirdo".

Se você se incomoda.

Quadros na parede.

Tudo certinho agora.

Tenho convites ilimitados.

Essa é uma missão secreta.

Que absurdo!

Já consegui, sim.

Você foi ao show?

O torrent de Drowning by Numbers. 

Apresentem-se aqui.

Tive uma ideia agora e não pude correr o risco </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/7317151435026364719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/7317151435026364719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/fragmentos-da-minha-historia-escrita-no_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-193313106019106140</id><published>2011-11-11T11:10:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T10:57:29.709-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>☮ ↜ ⑪∕⑪∕⑪ ↭ ⑪∶⑩∕ⓗ ↝ ☯
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Quando formos ricos e poderosos, temos de conhecer cada um deles.

Como prometido.

Está como na foto 2.

Protège moi.

Eles fizeram uma versão em inglês, mas nem chega perto.

Nem velho nem manjado.

Pra me redimir do Placebo.

Tão séria, não.

Acredito nas coisas que digo.

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Sim, de fato, estão por toda parte. Mas não fui a nenhum.

Tudo em paz por aqui.

Eu não estava.

Lá naquele buraco negro relegado ao passado.

Quero autografado.

E fim de semana é liberado total.

Acho que faz uma meleca maior.

Chegar ao Odeon por volta de.

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Não sei se já agora ou quando todas as imagens já tiverem sido captadas.

Acho que dá pra escrever um texto muito interessante e enxuto.

Pensei nisso agora

Comprar uma coletânea.

Espairecer um pouco.

Dê as diretrizes pra chegar aí.

Vai praquela tela de espera e volta.

Não funcionou.

Minha </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/6799836534467565220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/6799836534467565220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/fragmentos-da-minha-historia-escrita-no_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-5022317382263492425</id><published>2011-11-08T08:17:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T08:17:00.987-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucos'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Suco do dia

Abacaxi, limão, nabo redondo, hortelã, salsinha, gengibre, sementes de linhaça, batidos com mate e gelo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/5022317382263492425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/5022317382263492425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/suco-do-dia-abacaxi-limao-nabo-redondo.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-6713719208986853905</id><published>2011-11-08T00:41:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T10:48:39.714-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> A diferença entre o delírio persecutório e a autoconsciência é a paridade com algo ou alguém.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/6713719208986853905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/6713719208986853905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/diferenca-entre-o-delirio-persecutorio.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z166/finaendor/Imagens%20aleatorias/th_Spiral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-1898838748581794810</id><published>2011-11-08T00:04:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T00:04:00.984-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A imagem e o incômodo: o cinema de Michael Haneke - de 8 a 20 de novembro, na Caixa Cultural</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/1898838748581794810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/1898838748581794810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/imagem-e-o-incomodo-o-cinema-de-michael.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-4680615636964293523</id><published>2011-11-07T11:11:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T11:11:00.579-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fragmentos da minha história escrita no gmail (desde 30/03/2005)
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Falamos de você lá na Lagoa.

Saudade grande.

Tem o livro que você quer.

O inacreditável aconteceu.

Não estou super confiante.

Títulos e farão aquelas contas lá de "pesos e medidas".

Poder assumir o cargo.

Bem mais fácil por aqui.

In treatment. hbo.

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Pelo que sei, eles têm uma pós-graduação bastante interdisciplinar.

Disse que não é uma boa porque ele brigou com o departamento inteiro.

Trocar receitas.

Se ainda não viu, veja!

Waltz with Bashir.

A taste of cherry, do Abbas Kiarostami.

Blindness, Saramago por Fernando Meirelles.

Conheça </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/3981474956314616565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/3981474956314616565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/fragmentos-da-minha-historia-escrita-no_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-7404678429299594768</id><published>2011-11-05T16:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T16:27:06.103-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seriados'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weirdos

Pra mim, é a cena inesquecível de George Costanza:

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white widow. shiva. durban poison. hollands hope. masterkush. mazar. orange bud. shaman. super haze. aurora indica. blue mystic. kaya gold. misty. northern lights. silver pearl. venus flytrap. snow white. black domina. fruity juice. four way. hindu kush. jack flash. mother's finest. ruderalis indica. artic sun. fuma con dios. harley's comet. pineapple punch. swazi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/7930722456991869686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/7930722456991869686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/como-e-que-chama-o-nome-disso-white.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-7506113151245980739</id><published>2011-11-05T11:36:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T18:34:12.663-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fragmentos da minha história escrita no gmail (desde 30/03/2005)
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Acho que os nomes cabeludos é que assustam mesmo.

Quase te chamei no bate-papo agora há pouco só pra falar que a mamãe tava aqui no escritório roncando que só!

Quando sair, eu te aviso.

Uma das poucas pessoas com quem dá pra dialogar de verdade.

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Você é maluca, drogada ou as duas coisas?
Em rigor, nenhuma das duas opções.
Aproveito para lhe dizer que sua pergunta não é, digamos, muito esperta, na medida em que, se a pessoa for maluca, não terá consciência disso e, se for drogada, tenderá a omitir o fato.


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Difícil ir contra a indústria da miséria?

O mundo é uma merda e a gente não vai nem poder acender um fósforo pra queimar o cheirinho.

Você inventa uma cura pra que os vegetais fiquem mais saudáveis.

Você é quem disse que quem não tem ocupação é miserável!

Foi uma derivação de sentido.

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Agradeço demais se você puder me fazer essa gentileza.

Encontrei os dois livros que você indicou para comprar.

26 milhões no sábado! 

Apenas tive alguns problemas de comunicação.

Bom, na terra da parada você já está.

Um dia as coisas dão certo.

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Pena eu não poder estar aí para comemorarmos.

Adorei o cd do Unkle.

Tenho andado desconectada do mundo.

Ele funciona, mas não sei o que está acontecendo que as teclas não funcionam e a tela azul não mostra nada.

Mais ainda em plena TPM.

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Em um século, ela passou a significar seu exato contrário. Era grotesco, agora, maravilhoso. Sintomático.
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oh... how lovely, huh?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/8198537089859383629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/8198537089859383629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/ambientalistas-acusam-johnson-e-johnson.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-4382108266731551015</id><published>2011-11-01T15:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T15:40:08.015-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mundo bizarro'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mulher de 92 anos é impedida de comprar bebida por não comprovar ter mais de 18
Isso é o nosso mundo em que os papéis valem mais do que a realidade.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/4382108266731551015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/4382108266731551015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/mulher-de-92-anos-e-impedida-de-comprar.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-7875932797490334645</id><published>2011-11-01T14:44:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T14:44:27.191-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post inútil'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tive vontade de comer ambrosia.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/7875932797490334645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/7875932797490334645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/tive-vontade-de-comer-ambrosia.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-4209726755321354506</id><published>2011-11-01T11:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T11:41:18.266-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Animação à francesa - de 4 a 27 de novembro, na cinemateca do MAM</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/4209726755321354506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/4209726755321354506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/animacao-francesa-de-4-27-de-novembro.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-2427064942700445077</id><published>2011-11-01T11:11:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T11:11:00.452-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fragmentos da minha história escrita no gmail (desde 30/03/2005)
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Você já deve saber, mas eu só soube agora.

É. Acho que não entendeu mesmo.

Cunhar e lapidar meu conceito de ‘modernidade transbordada’.

Especular sobre o papel da mídia nesse processo pandêmico de solidão, provavelmente desencadeado por um frágil estado das possibilidades reais de comunicação </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/2427064942700445077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/2427064942700445077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/fragmentos-da-minha-historia-escrita-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-3432086369211640304</id><published>2011-11-01T10:17:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T10:17:30.965-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poli-eco-soc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mundo bizarro'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Democracia é o nome usado no mundo contemporâneo para glorificar a opressão da minoria pela maioria.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/3432086369211640304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/3432086369211640304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/democracia-e-o-nome-usado-no-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z166/finaendor/Imagens%20aleatorias/th_Spiral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-4300264364936253100</id><published>2011-11-01T10:07:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T11:03:28.747-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pindorama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mundo bizarro'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma das inúmeras coisas desagradáveis de se viver em sociedade (principalmente no 'terceiromundão') 
Seus vizinhos de prédio entram numa onda paranoica e decidem, com o voto da maioria, instalar câmeras, alarmes, e sistemas de segurança que custam muito caro e serão rateados por todos os (poucos) condôminos, o que gera mais e novas cotas extras a serem pagas.

Kill me, please.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/4300264364936253100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/4300264364936253100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/uma-das-inumeras-coisas-desagradaveis.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-8493519325430713107</id><published>2011-11-01T10:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T10:04:00.130-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poli-eco-soc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fight the power'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> O problema real e atual dos transgênicos não é a possibilidade hipotética de provocar males à saúde, nem tampouco serem 'coisas' artificiais criadas em laboratório.

O problema real e atual dos transgênicos é a transferência para corporações transnacionais da autonomia do plantar (na medida em que as plantas são estéreis e toda nova safra depende da compra de novos lotes de sementes).
É o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/8493519325430713107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/8493519325430713107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-problema-real-e-atual-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z166/finaendor/Imagens%20aleatorias/th_fightthepower100x99.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-7758552005384326821</id><published>2011-10-31T11:06:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T11:06:00.707-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fragmentos da minha história escrita no gmail (desde 30/03/2005)
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Se você puder me ajudar a semear, será de grande ajuda.

Até a madrugada de hoje te mando as versões encurtadas.

Há um outro material para enviar, esse, sim, com cópias em inglês e em espanhol. 

Estarei às 13 horas no MAM.

Desculpe, mas não ouvi. 

Meu celular de vaquinha quebrou.

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Multi-media ⇝ diluted focus. disguised behind another duct. hiperestesic numbness.
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 * Small Town Murder Songs: Numa pequena cidade (como já diz o título) do estado de Ontario, no Canadá, Walter (Peter Stormare) é um policial com passado complicado. Já maduro, ele se redime, é batizado e passa a frequentar a igreja.
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Acho que pode dar um filme sensacional!

A confusão continua. 

É muita cara de pau, né?

A coisa está a perder de vista. Tá difícil demais.

Ainda não achei um tanque do tamanho daquele buraco. 

Manda pra mim cru que eu reviso e ajeito linha por linha.

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Te amo muito, mãe.

Teve um flashback em que morava e trabalhava na França.

Trouxe a plantinha que ainda estava viva pra cá no sábado. 

Claramente quer me fazer de cobaia, só pode.

[inside joke] Très bien, mes chiens.[/inside joke] 

O mundo está perdido.

Como prometido, envio o torrent para </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/8618891174950259261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/8618891174950259261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/10/fragmentos-da-minha-historia-escrita-no_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-4627292806775263944</id><published>2011-10-29T10:20:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T10:20:40.723-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sonhei que estava em Paris e lá encontrava duas amigas de infância.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/4627292806775263944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/4627292806775263944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/10/sonhei-que-estava-em-paris-e-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-8114617405477234465</id><published>2011-10-29T06:34:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T06:34:00.366-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> A relevância significativa dos rituais.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/8114617405477234465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/8114617405477234465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/10/relevancia-significativa-dos-rituais.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z166/finaendor/Imagens%20aleatorias/th_mobius1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-7509011508605813322</id><published>2011-10-29T03:30:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T03:30:01.324-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Há frio que não é vazio.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/7509011508605813322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/7509011508605813322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/10/ha-frio-que-nao-e-vazio.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z166/finaendor/Imagens%20aleatorias/th_Spiral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-2706859556532084605</id><published>2011-10-28T16:13:00.031-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T16:13:00.941-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TORRENT 2011


 * Middle men - Os intermediários: Baseado em fatos reais, conta a história dos três caras precursores do sistema de pornografia paga online. O filme é narrado em voice over, com tom de memórias, por Harris (interpretado por Luke Wilson), que era um homem normal, casado, com filhos, trabalhador, com boas ideias e capacidade de resolver problemas. Buck trabalhava na Nasa, QI </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/2706859556532084605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/2706859556532084605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/10/torrent-2011-middle-men-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-7169587929702931324</id><published>2011-10-28T14:05:00.023-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T14:05:00.708-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='formspring'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fina responde no Formspring... LXIII


Em Aristóteles, tudo é importante?
Tudo o quê, Lobo? 
Tudo que ele escreveu ou tudo a totalidade das coisas existentes?


Tudo o que ele escreveu. Mas você pode interpretar que é a totalidade também, se quiser.
Não li tudo o que ele escreveu. Tampouco sou especialista em Aristóteles.
E quem sou eu para imputar desimportância a uma letra de Aristóteles?


O </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/7169587929702931324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/7169587929702931324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/10/fina-responde-no-formspring.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-1728585833178197306</id><published>2011-10-28T11:28:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T11:28:00.732-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fragmentos da minha história escrita no gmail (desde 30/03/2005)
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Já aboli da minha vida a existência de lojas de cds.

Já tô vendo que será mesmo uma odisséia isso.

Mordomias do cruzeiro?

Teríamos de montar uma rede de colaboradores que se comunicassem conosco por um e-mail criado especificamente para isto.

Acho que ainda estamos.

A médica passou um </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/1728585833178197306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/1728585833178197306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/10/fragmentos-da-minha-historia-escrita-no_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152047.post-874662946643002960</id><published>2011-10-28T08:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T08:38:00.487-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> O direcionamento dominante é para o sintético.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/874662946643002960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152047/posts/default/874662946643002960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linguadefel.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-direcionamento-dominante-e-para-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Fina Endor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08245734300572018495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z166/finaendor/Imagens%20aleatorias/th_Spiral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
