<?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-2993403911787715524</id><updated>2011-12-09T00:34:33.452-02:00</updated><category term='shoegazer'/><category term='must listen'/><category term='ambient'/><category term='experimental'/><category term='HQ'/><category term='twee'/><title type='text'>sanguesuorelágrimas</title><subtitle type='html'>um pouco de cada coisa e muito de coisa nenhuma.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Navalha de Ockham</name><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>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993403911787715524.post-5211662513797559617</id><published>2011-09-28T21:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T21:09:29.163-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem se lembra do Mambo Bazar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TryQfHzIqkY/ToO3OKnFq1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DNJLarrzlPs/s1600/Digitalizar0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TryQfHzIqkY/ToO3OKnFq1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DNJLarrzlPs/s320/Digitalizar0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Os flyers do Mambo Bazar eram os melhores. Sempre de muito bom gosto. Lembro com saudade.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993403911787715524-5211662513797559617?l=sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/5211662513797559617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2993403911787715524&amp;postID=5211662513797559617' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/5211662513797559617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/5211662513797559617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/2011/09/quem-se-lembra-do-mambo-bazar.html' title='Quem se lembra do Mambo Bazar?'/><author><name>Navalha de Ockham</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TryQfHzIqkY/ToO3OKnFq1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DNJLarrzlPs/s72-c/Digitalizar0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993403911787715524.post-6461117942527474544</id><published>2009-10-02T08:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T08:14:24.778-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Xingamento do dia</title><content type='html'>"Você é um sovaco!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993403911787715524-6461117942527474544?l=sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/6461117942527474544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2993403911787715524&amp;postID=6461117942527474544' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/6461117942527474544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/6461117942527474544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/2009/10/xingamento-do-dia.html' title='Xingamento do dia'/><author><name>Navalha de Ockham</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993403911787715524.post-4112703931992204632</id><published>2009-09-29T21:07:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:10:54.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Flatulência</title><content type='html'>É muito comum as pessoas que têm uma atividade intelectual intensa apresentarem a famosa síndrome do intestino irritado. Já eu, vivo numa constipação mental constante, como se pode perceber por esse blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993403911787715524-4112703931992204632?l=sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/4112703931992204632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2993403911787715524&amp;postID=4112703931992204632' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/4112703931992204632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/4112703931992204632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/2009/09/flatulencia.html' title='Flatulência'/><author><name>Navalha de Ockham</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993403911787715524.post-6261801980447913451</id><published>2009-09-28T20:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:53:54.252-03:00</updated><title type='text'>140 caracteres</title><content type='html'>Paulo Leminski, o grande poeta visionário e precursor do twitter.&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem não entendeu a piada:&lt;br /&gt;http://pauloleminskipoemas.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993403911787715524-6261801980447913451?l=sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/6261801980447913451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2993403911787715524&amp;postID=6261801980447913451' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/6261801980447913451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/6261801980447913451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/2009/09/140-caracteres.html' title='140 caracteres'/><author><name>Navalha de Ockham</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993403911787715524.post-4027027258882342609</id><published>2009-09-04T12:20:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T12:34:13.568-03:00</updated><title type='text'>http://quantotempodura.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/blog_do_jose_serra2.jpg</title><content type='html'>Alguém muito esperto e gente boa fez isso. A Lei Anticabelo é simplesmente genial. A polícia atacando os uspianos também é fantástica. Os livros didáticos nem se fala. Acesse e se regozije!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993403911787715524-4027027258882342609?l=sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='image/jpeg' href='http://quantotempodura.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/blog_do_jose_serra2.jpg' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/4027027258882342609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2993403911787715524&amp;postID=4027027258882342609' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/4027027258882342609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/4027027258882342609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/2009/09/blogo-do-serra.html' title='http://quantotempodura.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/blog_do_jose_serra2.jpg'/><author><name>Navalha de Ockham</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993403911787715524.post-7889488894609766755</id><published>2009-09-03T15:04:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T15:16:50.188-03:00</updated><title type='text'>gata bruxa</title><content type='html'>Tive um namorado que não gostava de uma gata que eu tive chamada Melissa, nome dado em homenagem a uma bruxa medieval. E sabe o que aconteceu com ele? Foi transformado em ex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993403911787715524-7889488894609766755?l=sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/7889488894609766755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2993403911787715524&amp;postID=7889488894609766755' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/7889488894609766755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/7889488894609766755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/2009/09/gata-bruxa.html' title='gata bruxa'/><author><name>Navalha de Ockham</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993403911787715524.post-4889139962384428374</id><published>2009-08-09T23:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:58:54.122-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Roubaram o pão da vovozinha.</title><content type='html'>Sem Plutão, não há pão! Quando os astrônomos eliminaram Plutão do Sistema Solar, nem se deram conta de que tornariam o jantar da vovozinha uma refeição 'low carb'. O antigo "Minha vovozinha, traga meu jantar: sopa, uva, nozes, e pão" agora só tem sopa, uva e nozes. Mas uma coisa eles ainda não conseguiram: negar que "as árveres ainda semos nozes".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993403911787715524-4889139962384428374?l=sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/4889139962384428374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2993403911787715524&amp;postID=4889139962384428374' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/4889139962384428374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/4889139962384428374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/2009/08/roubaram-o-pao-da-vovozinha.html' title='Roubaram o pão da vovozinha.'/><author><name>Navalha de Ockham</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993403911787715524.post-6731797635715298309</id><published>2009-07-09T16:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:53:39.398-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Onírico</title><content type='html'>Todo sonho é a desconstrução de uma narrativa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993403911787715524-6731797635715298309?l=sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/6731797635715298309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2993403911787715524&amp;postID=6731797635715298309' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/6731797635715298309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/6731797635715298309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/2009/07/onirico.html' title='Onírico'/><author><name>Navalha de Ockham</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993403911787715524.post-5022713732992491457</id><published>2009-07-09T16:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:49:13.149-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estou ocupada demais para ser criativa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993403911787715524-5022713732992491457?l=sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/5022713732992491457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2993403911787715524&amp;postID=5022713732992491457' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/5022713732992491457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/5022713732992491457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/2009/07/estou-ocupada-demais-para-ser-criativa.html' title=''/><author><name>Navalha de Ockham</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993403911787715524.post-4326572003777406503</id><published>2009-04-23T21:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:36:06.300-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um orgulho para a categoria</title><content type='html'>Aqui vai uma entrevista com uma arqueóloga que não se preocupa apenas com "gente morta".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cito aqui um trecho da entrevista:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...mas você sabe como são os arqueólogos: eles buscam a verdade, e eles não param de vasculhar as profundezas da terra até que a encontrem. É minha profissão, não importa se a verdade é da Idade Média ou de hoje. É o que eu faço."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamo a atenção também para a excelente tradutora da entrevista dada ao Le Monde, Lana Lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://noticias.uol.com.br/midiaglobal/lemonde/2009/02/21/ult580u3577.jhtm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993403911787715524-4326572003777406503?l=sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/4326572003777406503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2993403911787715524&amp;postID=4326572003777406503' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/4326572003777406503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/4326572003777406503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/2009/04/um-orgulho-para-categoria.html' title='Um orgulho para a categoria'/><author><name>Navalha de Ockham</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993403911787715524.post-2032272131378577144</id><published>2008-08-19T13:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T13:41:19.755-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Town</title><content type='html'>Every night my dream’s the same&lt;br /&gt;Same old city with a different name&lt;br /&gt;They’re not coming to take me away&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why but I know I can’t stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a weight that’s pressing down&lt;br /&gt;Late at night you can hear the sound&lt;br /&gt;Even the noise you make when you sleep&lt;br /&gt;Can’t swim across a river so deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They know my name 'cause I told it to them&lt;br /&gt;But they don’t know where and they don’t know when&lt;br /&gt;It’s coming&lt;br /&gt;When it’s coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s this fear I keep so deep&lt;br /&gt;Knew its name since before I could speak&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They know my name 'cause I told it to them&lt;br /&gt;But they don’t know where and they don’t know when&lt;br /&gt;It’s coming or when&lt;br /&gt;But it’s coming, keep the car running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If some night I don’t come home&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t think I’ve left you alone&lt;br /&gt;The same place that I must go when they die&lt;br /&gt;You can’t climb across a mountain so high&lt;br /&gt;The same city where I go when I sleep&lt;br /&gt;Can’t swim across a river so deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They know my name 'cause I told it to them&lt;br /&gt;But they don’t know where and they don’t know when&lt;br /&gt;It’s coming or when&lt;br /&gt;Is it coming? Keep the car running&lt;br /&gt;Keep the car running&lt;br /&gt;Keep the car running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the Car Running&lt;br /&gt;by The Arcade Fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993403911787715524-2032272131378577144?l=sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/2032272131378577144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2993403911787715524&amp;postID=2032272131378577144' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/2032272131378577144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/2032272131378577144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-in-town.html' title='Back in Town'/><author><name>Navalha de Ockham</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993403911787715524.post-7946835192432379367</id><published>2008-08-19T13:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T13:35:29.304-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode à Ferraz Egreja MT</title><content type='html'>We know a place where no planes go&lt;br /&gt;We know a place where no ships go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey!) No cars go&lt;br /&gt;(Hey!) No cars go&lt;br /&gt;Where we know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know a place no space ships go&lt;br /&gt;We know a place where no subs go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey!) No cars go&lt;br /&gt;(Hey!) No cars go&lt;br /&gt;Where we know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey!)&lt;br /&gt;(Hey!)&lt;br /&gt;(Cars go!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey!) Us kids know&lt;br /&gt;(Hey!) No cars go&lt;br /&gt;Where we know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the click of the light and the start of the dream&lt;br /&gt;Between the click of the light and the start of the dream&lt;br /&gt;Between the click of the light and the start of the dream&lt;br /&gt;Between the click of the light and the start of the dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want any pushing, and I don’t want any shoving.&lt;br /&gt;We’re gonna do this in an orderly manner.&lt;br /&gt;Women and children!&lt;br /&gt;Women and children!&lt;br /&gt;Women and children, let’s go!&lt;br /&gt;Old folks, let’s go!&lt;br /&gt;Babies needing cribs, let’s go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Cars Go&lt;br /&gt;By The Arcade Fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993403911787715524-7946835192432379367?l=sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993403911787715524.post-7728998006372847611</id><published>2008-07-25T13:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:43:16.498-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As quatro estações</title><content type='html'>Vivaldi, além de violinista e compositor, era pisciano e ruivo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993403911787715524-7728998006372847611?l=sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/7728998006372847611/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2993403911787715524&amp;postID=7728998006372847611' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/7728998006372847611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/7728998006372847611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-quatro-estaes.html' title='As quatro estações'/><author><name>Navalha de Ockham</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993403911787715524.post-298075654428078536</id><published>2008-06-13T12:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T13:03:05.487-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Retrato</title><content type='html'>Eu não tinha este rosto de hoje,&lt;br /&gt;assim calmo, assim triste, assim magro,&lt;br /&gt;nem estes olhos tão vazios,&lt;br /&gt;nem o lábio amargo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tinha estas mãos sem força,&lt;br /&gt;tão paradas e frias e mortas;&lt;br /&gt;eu não tinha este coração&lt;br /&gt;que nem se mostra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não dei por esta mudança,&lt;br /&gt;tão simples, tão certa, tão fácil:&lt;br /&gt;- Em que espelho ficou perdida&lt;br /&gt;a minha face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecília Meireles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993403911787715524-298075654428078536?l=sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/298075654428078536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2993403911787715524&amp;postID=298075654428078536' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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meteste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ao que uma voz abafada replica:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- A caixa de Pandora é mais segura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993403911787715524-3789514399161685804?l=sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/3789514399161685804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2993403911787715524&amp;postID=3789514399161685804' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/3789514399161685804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993403911787715524.post-6832067411778249174</id><published>2008-04-02T21:55:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:00:53.354-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Surra com cetro de ouro.</title><content type='html'>- Ó Odisseu! Tu me apiedas. Ao ler tuas agruras me pergunto: por quê?&lt;br /&gt;Ao quê ele responde:&lt;br /&gt;- Isso foi praga de Tersites!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993403911787715524-6832067411778249174?l=sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/6832067411778249174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2993403911787715524&amp;postID=6832067411778249174' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/6832067411778249174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/6832067411778249174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/2008/04/odisseu-tu-me-apiedas.html' title='Surra com cetro de ouro.'/><author><name>Navalha de Ockham</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993403911787715524.post-2164091362325093000</id><published>2008-03-05T23:47:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T11:40:44.292-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A casa amarela</title><content type='html'>-Por quê? Por que ages assim? O que foi que te fiz?&lt;br /&gt;-Você está no caminho.&lt;br /&gt;-Ora, eu sempre estive. Desde que aquele pobre homem me fez com suas próprias mãos. Ainda me lembro dele, tão magrinho e miúdo... eu ainda era bem pequena quando penso na primeira&lt;br /&gt;vez que o vi, carregando os tijolos com tanto vigor... batendo a massa para me levantar... lembro da primeira vez que o encarei de frente. Foi então que notei que tinha rugas... e olhos anuviados. Da sua testa escorria suor e ele limpava com a manga da camisa para que não entrasse nos olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Me lembro até da música que ele assoviava... quando eu fiquei alta, ele subia em cima de mim...&lt;br /&gt;me lembro da primeira vez que isso aconteceu, eu me assustei, mas logo percebi que ele estava fazendo algo pra me proteger, e alguns dias depois, todo o meu interior estava ao abrigo do sol e da chuva. Me apaixonei... E ficava imaginando à noite se ele moraria aqui dentro de mim...&lt;br /&gt;mas um dia, ele não voltou mais, e eu fiquei esperando sempre, outras pessoas vieram e me usaram, mas ninguém nunca me tratou como ele, ninguém nunca me olhou como ele, e jamais o suor de outra pessoa me foi tão doce.&lt;br /&gt;-Este homem já não existe mais! Você é velha,&lt;br /&gt;já tem mais de cem anos!&lt;br /&gt;-Seu mal educado! Não sou velha, sou antiga. Não fale assim, enquanto eu estiver em pé&lt;br /&gt;não será esquecido, pois eu sou fruto de seu trabalho, em mim está a sua memória. Hoje, como ele naquela época, também sofro com as marcas do tempo. Como pensa que estará daqui a um século?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993403911787715524-2164091362325093000?l=sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/2164091362325093000/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2993403911787715524&amp;postID=2164091362325093000' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/2164091362325093000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/2164091362325093000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/2008/03/casa-amarela.html' title='A casa amarela'/><author><name>Navalha de Ockham</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993403911787715524.post-6438353514815774671</id><published>2008-03-05T22:43:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T23:10:10.372-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Arqueologia em verso livre</title><content type='html'>O meu ofício é ter como&lt;br /&gt;ponto de chegada a origem .&lt;br /&gt;É fazer falar às pedras.&lt;br /&gt;É catar do tempo&lt;br /&gt;os caquinhos&lt;br /&gt;e com eles compor&lt;br /&gt;o quebra-cabeças&lt;br /&gt;da humanidade.&lt;br /&gt;É extrair dos objetos&lt;br /&gt;seus segredos.&lt;br /&gt;E com eles preencher&lt;br /&gt;a minha existência.&lt;br /&gt;É re-significar o que&lt;br /&gt;não posso compreender.&lt;br /&gt;É esvaziar o objeto&lt;br /&gt;e arrancar dele&lt;br /&gt;a sua utilidade primeira.&lt;br /&gt;É desnudá-lo com a violência&lt;br /&gt;de um molestador&lt;br /&gt;e depois depositá-lo numa&lt;br /&gt;redoma de vidro.&lt;br /&gt;E assim, desnudo,&lt;br /&gt;aos olhos de todos&lt;br /&gt;ele não se cobre&lt;br /&gt;por pudor&lt;br /&gt;mas exibe-se,&lt;br /&gt;acreditando piamente&lt;br /&gt;na importância que&lt;br /&gt;eu lhe atribuí.&lt;br /&gt;E digo para ele:&lt;br /&gt;não é verdade o que me disseste, documento?&lt;br /&gt;E ele, por nunca ter sido assim denominado,&lt;br /&gt;não me responde, estarrecido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993403911787715524-6438353514815774671?l=sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993403911787715524.post-9097928595418494288</id><published>2008-02-13T22:16:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:19:56.476-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait a minute...</title><content type='html'>I have a fire to start in a world with no heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993403911787715524-9097928595418494288?l=sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/9097928595418494288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2993403911787715524&amp;postID=9097928595418494288' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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They're writing love songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993403911787715524-7476883550436491935?l=sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/7476883550436491935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2993403911787715524&amp;postID=7476883550436491935' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/7476883550436491935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/7476883550436491935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/2008/02/where-are-punks.html' title='Where are the punks?'/><author><name>Navalha de Ockham</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993403911787715524.post-6268929021402371264</id><published>2008-02-12T13:14:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T18:38:29.867-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiger Trap: Rose Melberg, Calvin e Hobbes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.doubleagentrecords.com/rose/disco/tigertrap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.doubleagentrecords.com/rose/disco/tigertrap.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Atendendo ao pedido feito pela caríssima comentadora do meu blog (leia comentário do post abaixo) vou escrever alguma coisa. Ela me sugeriu que escrevesse sobre a Björk, mas vou escrever sobre uma outra mulher que eu também acho foda.&lt;br /&gt;Adoro cultura pop. Entre Bjork e The Softies, estava eu lendo Calvin e Hobbes, na verdade as primeiras tirinhas publicada pelo Bill Watterson. A primeira fala do Calvin é para o pai dele: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So long Pop! I'm off to check my tiger trap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;", porque ele tinha colocado um sanduíche de atum numa armadilha pra pegar um tigre, e assim ele captura o Hobbes. Foi então que uma luzinha se acendeu. Sabe aquele estalo que dá quando você faz um link entre uma coisa e outra? Pois é, Rose Melberg é mesmo foda! Eu postei a pouco tempo sobre o The Softies, uma dupla muito fofa de duas moçoilas que cantam e tocam de maneira  doce e até mesmo melancólica. Rose Melberg, uma das vozes dessa dupla, teve sua primeira banda quando estava no colegial em Sacramento, Califórnia, que se chamava Tiger Trap! Coincidência ou não, achei genial. Essa banda durou pouco mais de um ano, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;de 1992 a 1993,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" &gt; e é considerada uma das bandas que mais influenciaram o movimento twee-pop. Depois que a banda acabou, Rose foi tocar junto com a Amy Linton do Aislers Set (que tinha acabado de sair do Henry's Dress), em outra banda twee, o Go Sailor. Imagina as vozes da Amy e da Rose juntas!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Aqui está o link pra quem quer conferir um pouco de Calvin e Hobbes (cuidado, isso vicia). Alías, está saindo nos EUA um "Complete Calvin and Hobbes", que vai custar muito caro obviamente. Enquanto isso:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.calvin-and-hobbes.org/strips/original_strips"&gt;http://www.calvin-and-hobbes.org/strips/original_strips&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" &gt;e o link para o Tiger Trap no myspace está lá embaixo, no fim da página.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993403911787715524-6268929021402371264?l=sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/6268929021402371264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Para uma amiga em apuros...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://browneyedgyrl.com/db3/00264/browneyedgyrl.com/_uimages/crazylove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://browneyedgyrl.com/db3/00264/browneyedgyrl.com/_uimages/crazylove.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy love it's just a crazy love&lt;br /&gt;I love you so but I still know&lt;br /&gt;It's a crazy love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy love it's just a crazy love&lt;br /&gt;What must I do to get through to you&lt;br /&gt;Oh my crazy love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's wrong heaven above&lt;br /&gt;Set me free from this crazy love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't don't don't don't you see&lt;br /&gt;What you are doing to me&lt;br /&gt;You upset my heart right from the start&lt;br /&gt;With your crazy love&lt;br /&gt;Crazy love, crazy love&lt;br /&gt;Crazy love, crazy love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song and lyrics by Paul Anka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993403911787715524-8832078359991643303?l=sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/8832078359991643303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2993403911787715524&amp;postID=8832078359991643303' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/8832078359991643303'/><link 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Ockham</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993403911787715524.post-2026687314523468961</id><published>2008-01-28T23:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T00:00:51.066-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Safo,  Fragmento de Epitalâmio 15</title><content type='html'>- Inocência, Inocência, para onde foste,&lt;br /&gt;que me abandonaste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nunca mais eu voltarei, nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;eu voltarei a ti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993403911787715524-2026687314523468961?l=sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993403911787715524.post-820292748031520042</id><published>2008-01-28T23:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T23:38:14.795-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Safo fr.77</title><content type='html'>para mim, nem o mel nem as abelhas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993403911787715524-820292748031520042?l=sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/820292748031520042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2993403911787715524&amp;postID=820292748031520042' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/820292748031520042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/820292748031520042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/2008/01/safo-fr77.html' title='Safo fr.77'/><author><name>Navalha de Ockham</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993403911787715524.post-3289242307668931189</id><published>2008-01-27T23:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T00:00:50.966-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HQ'/><title type='text'>Os mais fodões do mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.taquipsiquia.blogger.com.br/Johnback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.taquipsiquia.blogger.com.br/Johnback.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois que fui introduzida ao maravilhoso "multiverso" das HQs para adultos pelo "das estepes" (aliás, não foi só isso que ele me introduziu hahahahahaha), não consigo parar de ler Hellblazer (Constantine é do caralho, ô homem foda!), The Authority (Jenny Sparks e Jack Hawksmoor são meus favoritos, uma heroína poderosa que fuma pra cacete e o deus das cidades, não preciso dizer mais nada, né. Sem falar no Apolo e Meia-Noite, um casal de super-heróis gays), Planetary ("os arqueólogos do impossível", por que será que eu gostei tanto, hein?), e Transmetropolitan (o colunista Spider Jerusalém é o que todo jornalista deveria tomar vergonha na cara e ser!). Me toquei que todas as HQs que eu tinha em mãos e estava devorando foram escritas pelo Warren Ellis; isso foi realmente coincidência. Fazer o quê? Agora tenho de me declarar publicamente como fã do cara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993403911787715524-3289242307668931189?l=sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/3289242307668931189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2993403911787715524&amp;postID=3289242307668931189' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/3289242307668931189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/3289242307668931189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/2008/01/os-mais-fodes-do-mundo.html' title='Os mais fodões do mundo'/><author><name>Navalha de Ockham</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993403911787715524.post-5760772852041815531</id><published>2008-01-27T23:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T23:32:37.721-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Qual seria a trilha sonora perfeita pra se ler a Ilíada?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993403911787715524-5760772852041815531?l=sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/5760772852041815531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2993403911787715524&amp;postID=5760772852041815531' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/5760772852041815531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/5760772852041815531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/2008/01/qual-seria-trilha-sonora-perfeita-pra.html' title=''/><author><name>Navalha de Ockham</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993403911787715524.post-2741450718948057334</id><published>2008-01-27T18:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T18:33:29.570-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Henry's dress</title><content type='html'>Como eu havia prometido, vou falar um pouquinho do Henry's dress. Se vocês derem uma olhada no post sobre o Aislers set, vão entender. Amy Linton (fodíssima), vocalista do Aislers, era baterista e vocalista da finada banda Henry's dress. Eles acabaram em 96, e então a Amy foi fundar o Aislers, passando brevemente pelo Go Sailor, uma banda que desconheço até agora, embora a Rose Melberg do Softies (ver post aí embaixo) também tocasse nela (nem imagino Amy e Rose tocando juntas, preciso urgentemente ouvir essa banda).  Se vocês fizeram a lição de casa e ouviram o Aislers, e fizerem a nova lição que é ouvir o Henry's, vão notar uma enorme diferença, apesar de terem a mesma voz da Amy. Enquanto adoro o Aislers, não sou uma grande fã do Henry's. Até ouço se estiver tocando, mas não teria a discografia, como tenho a do Aislers. O Henry's é basicamente um trio de noise-pop, uma voz feminina com guitarras distorcidas, às vezes a voz do Matt Hartman, outro vocalista e guitarrista; o baixo é de Hayym Sanchez, sobre o qual não tenho informação alguma. Acho que o Aislers está para o Kinks assim como o Henry's está para o Ramones (é só pra te dar uma idéia, eu adoro Ramones). É legal ouvir os dois porque são bandas com basicamente o mesmo vocal, mas muito diferentes; ilustram bem a diferença entre o indie pop (Aislers) e o noise-pop (Henry's).&lt;br /&gt;Obviamente, eles não têm um site, mas pode-se ouvi-los na last e até baixar duas músicas, a "You killed a boy for me" e "Winter '94":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lastfm.com.br/music/Henry%27s+Dress"&gt;http://www.lastfm.com.br/music/Henry%27s+Dress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não os encontrei no myspace, se alguém encontrá-los, me manda o link, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993403911787715524-2741450718948057334?l=sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/2741450718948057334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2993403911787715524&amp;postID=2741450718948057334' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/2741450718948057334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/2741450718948057334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/2008/01/henrys-dress.html' title='Henry&apos;s dress'/><author><name>Navalha de Ockham</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993403911787715524.post-2782526810797163233</id><published>2008-01-26T20:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T21:52:22.606-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbara Ann</title><content type='html'>Sempre achei que essa música fosse do Beach Boys. Qual não foi a minha surpresa ao ouvi-la no segundo álbum do The Who, "A Quick One", de 1966 (hey, I'm not that The Who listener, ok? Shame on me, I know)! Foi então que descobri que a primeira gravação dessa música foi feita por um grupo da década de 60 também, chamado The Regents; e que até o Blind Guardian tem uma versão dela no álbum "Follow the Blind". E que ela aparece naquele seriado americano, o "Scrubs", durante um episódio da quarta temporada. Mais surpreendente ainda é saber que Vince Vance &amp;amp; The Valiants fizeram uma paródia em 1980, chamada "Bomb Iran", que se referia à crise diplomática entre os EUA e o Irã que durou de 79-81, cuja letra eu não poderia deixar de postar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;"Bomb bomb bomb, bomb bomb Iran.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Bomb bomb bomb, bomb bomb, bomb Iran!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Let's take a stand, bomb Iran.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Our country's got a feelin'.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Really hit the ceilin', bomb Iran.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Bomb bomb bomb, bomb Iran."&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Gone to a mosque,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Gonna throw some rocks.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Tell the ayatollah,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Gonna put you in a box! and&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;bomb Iran. Bomb bomb bomb, bomb bomb, bomb Iran!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Our country's got a feelin'.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Really hit the ceilin', bomb Iran.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Bomb bomb bomb, bomb Iran."&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;Como se isso não fosse o suficiente, em 2003, os mesmos Vince Vance e blábláblá fizeram uma "Bomb Iraq" parodiando uma outra música que foi sucesso na década de 60 do grupo Coasters chamada "Yakety Yak", da qual transcrevo apenas um trecho (meu estômago é sensível):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saddam's a tyrant; he's insane,&lt;br /&gt;a Hitler by another name.&lt;br /&gt;He's gassed his people and the Kurds;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to squash that camel turd&lt;br /&gt;Yakety-yak, bomb Iraq!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu gostaria de acrescentar:&lt;br /&gt;É por isso que eu adorei "Borat"!&lt;br /&gt;A hegemonia tem que "acabá"!&lt;br /&gt;Bush, VAI TE CATÁ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993403911787715524-2782526810797163233?l=sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/2782526810797163233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2993403911787715524&amp;postID=2782526810797163233' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/2782526810797163233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/2782526810797163233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/2008/01/barbara-ann.html' title='Barbara Ann'/><author><name>Navalha de Ockham</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993403911787715524.post-8115935328059205055</id><published>2008-01-26T15:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T17:34:55.606-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ambient'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoegazer'/><title type='text'>Rocketship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/160/2133161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/160/2133161.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em homenagem ao comentário postado pela throwingmuses, estou postando o Rocketship: twee e shoegaze. Dustin Reske é a cabeça, a voz e a guitarra dessa banda, que beira o experimental e o ambient. Calma, calma; eu explico: o primeiro álbum da banda, o "A certain love, a certain sadness" de 1995, está muito mais para o twee com uma pitada de shoegaze; já, o segundo álbum, "Garden of Delights" de 1999, é muito mais experimental e ambient. Eles têm vários singles com músicas que não aparecem nos álbuns (todos eles com capas muito legais), além das músicas que aparecem em compilações por aí.&lt;br /&gt;O site deles tem um visual que me lembra muito o Kraftwerk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rocketship.us/"&gt;rocketship.us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/dustysrocketship"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/dustysrocketship&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=34160349"&gt;http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=34160349&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lastfm.com.br/music/Rocketship"&gt;http://www.lastfm.com.br/music/Rocketship&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993403911787715524-8115935328059205055?l=sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/8115935328059205055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2993403911787715524&amp;postID=8115935328059205055' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/8115935328059205055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/8115935328059205055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/2008/01/rocketship.html' title='Rocketship'/><author><name>Navalha de Ockham</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993403911787715524.post-4721132846176043714</id><published>2008-01-25T17:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T18:19:29.903-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='must listen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twee'/><title type='text'>The Softies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.southern.com/southern/band/SOFTI/pics/19443L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.southern.com/southern/band/SOFTI/pics/19443L.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a hora e a vez das meninas do Softies, Rose Melberg e Jen Sbragia. Quanta doçura e suavidade em suas vozes, que som melancólico. Engraçado é que ambas faziam parte de outras bandas e se conheceram numa festa em Santa Rosa, Califórnia, e mantiveram contato através de cartas. Um ano depois, em 1994, quando a antiga banda da Rose acabou, elas decidiram tocar juntas. O primeiro álbum delas, "It's love" de 1995, foi gravado na casa em que Rose cresceu em Sacramento (fofo, né). O segundo álbum, "Winter pageant", tem uma música da qual eu gosto muito, "The Best Days". Esses dois primeiros álbuns saíram pela K Records. O terceiro é "self-titled" de 1996 e saiu pela Slumberlands. O quarto saiu em 2000, "Holiday in Rhode Island", pela K novamente. A maior parte das músicas são simplesmente as duas vozes e uma guitarra bem suave (minimalista, não?). Ah! Não as confunda com a banda New Wave britânica The Softies, que inclusive, foi de onde elas tiraram o nome. Dizem que seus álbuns correspondem às quatro estações do ano: It's love ao verão; Winter pageant (advinha?); Self-titled ao outono; e Holiday in Rhode Island à primavera.&lt;br /&gt;Você pode ler mais sobre essas duas garotas fofíssimas na wiki:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Softies"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Softies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O site oficial delas é:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.southern.com/southern/band/SOFTI"&gt;http://www.southern.com/southern/band/SOFTI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Lastfm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lastfm.com.br/music/The+Softies"&gt;http://www.lastfm.com.br/music/The+Softies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no myspace:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thesoftiesforreal"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/thesoftiesforreal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comu no orkut:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=57102"&gt;http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=57102&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993403911787715524-4721132846176043714?l=sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/4721132846176043714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2993403911787715524&amp;postID=4721132846176043714' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/4721132846176043714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/4721132846176043714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/2008/01/softies.html' title='The Softies'/><author><name>Navalha de Ockham</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993403911787715524.post-3707113940840811730</id><published>2008-01-24T10:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T11:28:12.934-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='must listen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twee'/><title type='text'>The Fairways</title><content type='html'>Já que eu falei do Aislers Set, por que não falar do Fairways? Outra banda twee, mas  diferentemente do Aislers, com vocal masculino, não menos encantador, de Brent Kenji. Detalhe: a tecladista do Aislers Set, Jen Cohen, é a baixista do Fairways. Começaram em 1998, gravaram um álbum fofíssimo chamado "Is everything all right?"  e acabaram em 2004, mas deixaram um segundo CD, o "This is farewell" com oito músicas que nunca tinham sido gravadas e outras que já tinham aparecido em algumas compilações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No myspace deles dá pra ouvir algumas músicas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thefairwaysband"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/thefairwaysband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um garoto fez uma comunidade pra eles no orkut, que tem dois integrantes: o dono e eu :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=13380300"&gt;http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=13380300&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, obviamente, se você tiver um login no lastfm, poderá ouvi-los:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lastfm.com.br/music/The+Fairways"&gt;http://www.lastfm.com.br/music/The+Fairways&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993403911787715524-3707113940840811730?l=sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/3707113940840811730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2993403911787715524&amp;postID=3707113940840811730' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/3707113940840811730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/3707113940840811730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/2008/01/fairways.html' title='The Fairways'/><author><name>Navalha de Ockham</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993403911787715524.post-4643343427758810466</id><published>2008-01-23T16:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T11:26:11.958-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='must listen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twee'/><title type='text'>The Aislers Set</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aislersset.com/yaki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.aislersset.com/yaki.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já ouviu ou ouviu falar? Já? Parabéns. Não? Então está perdendo muito. Esse quinteto de São Francisco é um "must listen" do indie pop. Eles já abriram shows do Belle &amp;amp; Sebastian e do Yo La Tengo e tem três álbuns gravados: "Terrible things happen" (eu concordo muito com o nome desse álbum), de 1998; "The last match", de 2000; e "How I learned to write backwards" (adoro esse nome também), de 2003; além de vários singles.  Bem, sobre o som que eles fazem: twee com vocal feminino na maior parte das músicas; a dona da voz é Amy Linton que também as compõe, além de fazer bateria, trompete e guitarra em algumas músicas (amo gente foda, ainda mais do sexo feminino...  it makes me proud). Aliás, o primeiro álbum da banda foi gravado no porão da casa dela. Eles começaram em 1997, quando Amy saiu do Henry's Dress (falarei dessa banda qualquer outro dia... ou noite). Bom, continuando a falar sobre o som que eles fazem... (sempre me perco)  é fortemente influenciado pelo C86; se você não sabe o que é C86, ouça 14 Iced Bears ou vá pesquisar um pouquinho, faz bem. Bem, em poucas palavras o C86 é o indie antes mesmo do indie existir, ou seja, são os precursores e eles só poderiam vir, obviamente, da Grã-Bretanha. Inclusive, o Aislers Set tem uma versão muito legal de Balloon Song do 14 Iced Bears em seu segundo álbum. Paro de falar agora e deixo uns links pra vocês sentirem o gostinho.&lt;br /&gt;página oficial:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aislersset.com/"&gt;http://www.aislersset.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na wiki:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Aislers_Set"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Aislers_Set&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no myspace:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/therealaislersset"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/therealaislersset&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comunidade no orkut da qual faço parte, obviamente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=77783"&gt;http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=77783&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993403911787715524-4643343427758810466?l=sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/4643343427758810466/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2993403911787715524&amp;postID=4643343427758810466' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/4643343427758810466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/4643343427758810466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/2008/01/aislers-set.html' title='The Aislers Set'/><author><name>Navalha de Ockham</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993403911787715524.post-921171313725263064</id><published>2008-01-23T12:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T13:44:24.348-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilíada</title><content type='html'>Para fazer jus ao título do blog, vou postar algo sobre a obra literária mais antiga do Ocidente: a Ilíada de Homero. Bem, quem leu sabe o por que da menção, quem não leu vai ficar sabendo agora: a obra espirra sangue, suor e lágrimas. É isso mesmo, a obra que o Ocidente adotou como a sua mais antiga expressão literária (atentando aqui ao termo 'literária' no seu sentido material, de obra que se materializou sob a forma escrita) é sanguinolenta. Obviamente, devem ter havido outras obras anteriores, mas essa, por algum motivo, foi a que sobreviveu. Vou citar apenas uma cena de batalha em que Homero (não vou discutir aqui os problemas da autoria do poema) descreve o trespassar de uma lança pelo maxilar de um soldado.  Se isso não for sanguinário, eu não sei o que é. Essas cenas de batalhas são descritas com tal primazia que o leitor precisa se esquivar para não ser respingado. Imaginem o quanto aqueles homens, em pleno território atualmente turco, não suaram durante os nove anos da guerra pelo domínio de Tróia (ou pelo resgate de Helena, se assim preferirem).  Para falar das lágrimas, além das de Aquiles que vai chorar para a mãe pedindo que fosse a Zeus para que interivisse em seu favor na querela entre ele e Agamêmnon, basta imaginar o quanto esses homens choraram a distância que os separavam de tudo o que eles mais amavam por nove longos anos e a perda de seus companheiros de batalha.  Sem falar no sangue, no suor e nas lágrimas dos Troianos, que estavam se matando para se defender da pilhagem e destruição que rondou sua cidade por nove infinitos anos. Ah! as lágrimas de Cassandra que, ao vislumbrar a ruína de seu povo, de sua família, verteram de seus olhos molhando o seu vestido já rasgado pelo desespero; as lágrimas que Príamo derrama diante de Aquiles ao tentar resgatar o corpo de seu filho, Heitor. Talvez não seja tão difícil assim adivinhar o motivo pelo qual essa obra tenha sobrevivido pelos quase três mil anos que nos separam dela; e dos mais de três mil que nos separam dos acontecimentos que ela narra. Às vezes é difícil imaginar como um passado tão longínquo possa nos denunciar a nós mesmos de maneira tão crua e verdadeira. Cada época tem a Helena que merece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993403911787715524-921171313725263064?l=sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/921171313725263064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2993403911787715524&amp;postID=921171313725263064' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/921171313725263064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/921171313725263064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/2008/01/ilada.html' title='Ilíada'/><author><name>Navalha de Ockham</name><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993403911787715524.post-6944294184266398575</id><published>2008-01-22T22:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T14:43:48.420-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind the gap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993403911787715524-6944294184266398575?l=sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/6944294184266398575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2993403911787715524&amp;postID=6944294184266398575' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/6944294184266398575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993403911787715524/posts/default/6944294184266398575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanguesuorelagrimas.blogspot.com/2008/01/eu-resisti.html' title='Mind the gap'/><author><name>Navalha de Ockham</name><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
