<?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-6082697</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:23:50.551+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Babugem</title><subtitle type='html'>Não basta ser alto. rcgross@hotmail.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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>2070</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6082697.post-114734292983350344</id><published>2006-05-24T11:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T09:58:50.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'>zero</title><summary type='text'>Começar de novo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114734292983350344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114734292983350344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114734292983350344' title='zero'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114734286485583669</id><published>2006-05-23T11:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T10:32:09.143+01:00</updated><title type='text'>um</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114734286485583669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114734286485583669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114734286485583669' title='um'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114734268754714624</id><published>2006-05-22T11:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T10:09:29.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>dois</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114734268754714624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114734268754714624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114734268754714624' title='dois'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114734245053049808</id><published>2006-05-19T11:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T10:55:14.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>três</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114734245053049808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114734245053049808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114734245053049808' title='três'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114729145292058353</id><published>2006-05-18T20:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T10:46:01.120+01:00</updated><title type='text'>quatro</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114729145292058353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114729145292058353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114729145292058353' title='quatro'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114729112318440788</id><published>2006-05-17T20:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T11:18:32.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>cinco</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114729112318440788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114729112318440788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114729112318440788' title='cinco'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114729101760720426</id><published>2006-05-16T20:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T10:35:26.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>seis</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114729101760720426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114729101760720426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114729101760720426' title='seis'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114729050480935779</id><published>2006-05-15T20:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:34:25.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sete</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114729050480935779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114729050480935779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114729050480935779' title='sete'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114729034895941560</id><published>2006-05-12T20:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T10:47:42.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'>oito</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114729034895941560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114729034895941560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114729034895941560' title='oito'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114729011490646748</id><published>2006-05-11T20:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T11:11:33.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>nove</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114729011490646748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114729011490646748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114729011490646748' title='nove'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114728985283163226</id><published>2006-05-10T20:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T21:08:42.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>dez</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114728985283163226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114728985283163226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114728985283163226' title='dez'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114719125080755638</id><published>2006-05-09T17:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T17:19:06.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Caixão à cova</title><summary type='text'>«The younger, Lonny, stepped up to the grave first. But once he’d taken a clod of dirt in his hand, his entire body began to tremble and quake, and it looked as though he were on the edge of violently regurgitating. He was overcome with a feeling for his father that wasn’t antagonism but that his antagonism denied him the means to release.» (pág. 13)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114719125080755638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114719125080755638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114719125080755638' title='Caixão à cova'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114717953319162531</id><published>2006-05-09T13:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T17:20:57.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrar os vivos</title><summary type='text'>Excelente e longa entrevista (duas páginas, um verdadeiro luxo) de João Lisboa a David Berman, na última Actual/ Expresso, acompanhada de crónica da primeira actuação da banda fora dos Estados Unidos. Berman fala da música que gosta, do pai que o detesta (o sentimento é mútuo), da poesia que tão cedo não voltará a editar e do rabino que o ajuda na busca de sentido para a vida. Berman persegue no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114717953319162531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114717953319162531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114717953319162531' title='Celebrar os vivos'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114717385300027497</id><published>2006-05-09T12:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T17:16:43.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Última página</title><summary type='text'>Multiplicai-vos e contribuí por Manuel António PinaFrancisco José Viegas tem vindo a travar na Net e no JN um combate solitário contra a intenção do Governo de aumentar os descontos para a Segurança Social dos casais sem filhos e baixar os das famílias numerosas. O objectivo é incentivar os portugueses a terem mais filhos, para que, no futuro, haja mais "contribuintes". Gosto de combates </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114717385300027497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114717385300027497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114717385300027497' title='Última página'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114711178914627830</id><published>2006-05-08T19:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T19:43:28.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não te absolvo</title><summary type='text'>Maria Madalena (Mary) de Abel Ferrara faz-me recordar certo trabalho de um ex-companheiro de bancos da Escola de Cinema (anos 90) que não estando contente com os resultados da sua proposta para a cadeira de imagem, desatou a rasurar as fotografias que constituíam aquela pequena ficção com o intuito, quiçá, de lhe atribuir um cunho artístico que se sobrepusesse aos méritos da narrativa. Assim </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114711178914627830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114711178914627830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114711178914627830' title='Não te absolvo'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114711125575415925</id><published>2006-05-08T18:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T13:22:28.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Puxar para cima</title><summary type='text'>Vamos pôr as coisas nestes termos. Missão: Impossível: 3 é como uma injecção de adrenalina cujo efeito se prolonga por 130 minutos (e com maior intensidade nos que sofram de vertigens…). As coisas decorrem eficazmente enquanto não há diálogos (projecto: fazer um M:I: qualquer no domínio exclusivo do movimento, sem uma palavra sequer). Quando eles se põem a falar reina a vulgaridade pipoqueira. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114711125575415925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114711125575415925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114711125575415925' title='Puxar para cima'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114708478960227645</id><published>2006-05-08T11:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T18:19:38.150+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Morreu a dormir</title><summary type='text'>Grant McLennan (1958-2006)McLennan morreu como nós todos gostaríamos de um dia vir a morrer. Mas morreu cedo. E viveu como tantos de nós gostaríamos de o fazer: ser um discreto escritor de canções de culto a viver na Austrália? Viveu, dizem que, apaixonadamente.Talvez sejam poucas as imagens de Grant McLennan onde não apareça Robert Forster, a metade extrovertida dos Go-Betweens. Que daqui para a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114708478960227645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114708478960227645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114708478960227645' title='Morreu a dormir'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114708186777601639</id><published>2006-05-08T10:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T12:37:53.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dos milhões</title><summary type='text'>Após vitória sobre os de Braga ouviu-se o hino da Liga dos Campeões.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114708186777601639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114708186777601639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114708186777601639' title='Dos milhões'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114708169995330045</id><published>2006-05-08T10:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T10:48:19.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodfella</title><summary type='text'>Continuam a chamar-me Omar Sharif. Muito bom.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114708169995330045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114708169995330045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114708169995330045' title='Goodfella'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114685412794005667</id><published>2006-05-05T19:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T19:35:27.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Define magnetismo</title><summary type='text'>fig., propriedade de atrair, de seduzir, de encantar.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114685412794005667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114685412794005667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114685412794005667' title='Define magnetismo'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114685377738853551</id><published>2006-05-05T19:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T19:29:37.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Define estilo</title><summary type='text'>do Grego stýlus.s.m., coluna.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114685377738853551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114685377738853551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114685377738853551' title='Define estilo'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114685316736121813</id><published>2006-05-05T19:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T19:19:27.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Define nobreza</title><summary type='text'>s.f., qualidade de nobre; fidalguia; majestade; distinção; magnanimidade.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114685316736121813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114685316736121813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114685316736121813' title='Define nobreza'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114685161656064810</id><published>2006-05-05T18:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T19:43:40.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não mais adiado</title><summary type='text'>"- Listen, when are you going to move the gallery downtown?- We don't want to get into that discussion, 'cause, you know, I think we should move and Lenny is a devoted Upper East Sider... Or shall I say is opposed to change in any form?""- Who's the boss between you and Mommy?- What is the question?- Who's the boss between you and Mommy?- Who's the boss? You have to ask that! You don't know who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114685161656064810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114685161656064810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114685161656064810' title='Não mais adiado'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114682454387652676</id><published>2006-05-05T11:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T11:47:27.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aldina</title><summary type='text'>O site e dentro do site o blog.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114682454387652676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114682454387652676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114682454387652676' title='Aldina'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114673697805510682</id><published>2006-05-04T11:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T11:02:58.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Acerto</title><summary type='text'>O filme é um 6.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114673697805510682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114673697805510682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114673697805510682' title='Acerto'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114667266490018225</id><published>2006-05-03T18:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T18:44:03.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Primos</title><summary type='text'>A prova que faltava.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114667266490018225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114667266490018225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114667266490018225' title='Primos'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114667500459115370</id><published>2006-05-03T18:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T18:41:33.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dar a cara</title><summary type='text'>Who Should Paint You: Andy WarholYou've got an interested edge that would be reflected in any portrait. You don't need any fancy paint techniques to stand out from the crowd!What Artist Should Paint Your Portrait?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114667500459115370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114667500459115370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114667500459115370' title='Dar a cara'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114667155741616061</id><published>2006-05-03T16:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T16:56:09.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vestir a camisola</title><summary type='text'>Clique na imagem para ver o elenco do ciclo de debates Antes que venha o Mundial com moderação a cargo do jornalista Joel Neto.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114667155741616061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114667155741616061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114667155741616061' title='Vestir a camisola'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114666445945396959</id><published>2006-05-03T14:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T15:00:21.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Morna nossa</title><summary type='text'>Ildo Lobo, com dedicatória.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114666445945396959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114666445945396959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114666445945396959' title='Morna nossa'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114666409505523138</id><published>2006-05-03T14:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T14:48:15.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando uma mulher chora</title><summary type='text'>Anna Karina, com dedicatória.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114666409505523138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114666409505523138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114666409505523138' title='Quando uma mulher chora'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114665173085311660</id><published>2006-05-03T10:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T17:10:45.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo mundo, ideias velhas</title><summary type='text'>Passaram cerca de sete anos sobre a estreia de A Barreira Invisível, The Thin Red Line mas tenho bem presente a gramática visual (luz natural, árvores, muitas árvores) e sonora (sons da natureza: vento, passarinhos) que Malick volta a aplicar nas mesmas situações da mesmíssima maneira. O cinema bio-etnográfico de grande escala do realizador norte-americano, apesar de bissexto, começa a soar a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114665173085311660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114665173085311660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114665173085311660' title='Novo mundo, ideias velhas'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114659928210728587</id><published>2006-05-02T20:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T20:52:06.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eureka</title><summary type='text'>Na ressaca do Indie, uma daquelas experiências de cinema cada vez mais raras: Eureka. 210 minutos de duração (e de dura acção para quem assistir aos longos e muito gerais planos deste filme no DVD), realizado pelo mesmo Shinji Ayoama de Elie, Elie, Lema Sabachtani? - enorme ponto de interrogação ou de exclamação na edição 2006 do festival. Viagem interior mas também geográfica, junta três vítimas</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114659928210728587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114659928210728587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114659928210728587' title='Eureka'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114659606074383602</id><published>2006-05-02T19:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T19:54:20.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jogos de azar</title><summary type='text'>Danielson e Ricardo, nos autogolos, estiveram bem um para o outro. As equipas do Rio Ave e do Sporting equivaleram-se até nos níveis de ansiedade e só o talento (Nani, Liedson) produziu diferença: entre um clube com entrada directa na Liga dos Campeões e outro que arrisca uma cada vez mais real despromoção.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114659606074383602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114659606074383602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114659606074383602' title='Jogos de azar'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114659584686948986</id><published>2006-05-02T19:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T12:21:55.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O elixir da eterna juventude</title><summary type='text'>Descobri nova possibilidade de dividir a humanidade em dois tipos de pessoas: as que aceitaram a proposta dos Kings of Convenience e se sentaram no palco da Aula Magna junto da banda (grande maioria); e os que se deixaram ficar quietos nos seus próprios lugares. Um probleminha: sempre achei a música destes noruegueses séria (pelo menos nunca lhes descobri vestígio de humor nas letras das canções)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114659584686948986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114659584686948986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114659584686948986' title='O elixir da eterna juventude'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114659536182793588</id><published>2006-05-02T18:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T20:18:11.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejo e morte (últimas visitas ao IndieLisboa 2006)</title><summary type='text'>Longing, Desejo é a primeira longa-metragem da realizadora Valeska Grisebach (n. 1968). Decorre no meio rural, próximo daquele que víramos documentado em Recursos Humanos de Laurent Cantet (sendo este francês e ela alemã). O olhar de Grisebach está entre a cineasta e a documentarista: como se não resistisse a fazer cinema e a trazer outras leituras à sua história simples de uma tragédia anónima: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114659536182793588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114659536182793588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114659536182793588' title='Desejo e morte (últimas visitas ao IndieLisboa 2006)'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114659190772424151</id><published>2006-05-02T18:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T18:56:21.410+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensar sobre trabalho e felicidade</title><summary type='text'>(...) Um dos aspectos mais proeminentes do discurso político contemporâneo é que as castas dominantes - gestores e economistas de topo, membros de conselhos de administração, banqueiros, capitalistas e porta-vozes de associações industriais, marqueteiros e gestores de imagem, líderes de directórios partidários, governantes, colunistas ou editorialistas -, que não perfazem juntas mais do que um </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114659190772424151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114659190772424151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114659190772424151' title='Pensar sobre trabalho e felicidade'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114659046565159020</id><published>2006-05-02T18:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T18:23:52.580+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou suspeito</title><summary type='text'>O motivo pelo qual hesitei em pronunciar-me sobre o vai-e-vem Bénard da Costa/ Ministério da Cultura prende-se com o facto de no passado, e em inúmeras ocasiões, ter eu pelas vias próprias manifestado interesse em trabalhar nas áreas de programação ou de relações públicas da Cinemateca, recebendo invariavelmente a mesma resposta: nenhuma. E de ter suspeitado existir na figura do seu director o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114659046565159020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114659046565159020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114659046565159020' title='Sou suspeito'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114616835696778922</id><published>2006-04-27T20:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T22:45:52.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriefilia do garfo</title><summary type='text'>Teve que ser o jantar hoje no Bitoque a abrir-me os olhos para o que de facto me faz gostar muito de Carnivàle. É que os seus personagens são todos moral e fisicamente disformes. A excepção é talvez Ben Hawkins (Nick Stahl), nem pouco mais ou menos aquele que me prende a atenção: vá lá, quando tenta ressuscitar alguém, lembro-me do admirável Starman de John Carpenter e reconcilio-me com ele. Mas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114616835696778922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114616835696778922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114616835696778922' title='Seriefilia do garfo'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114615603532761504</id><published>2006-04-27T17:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T17:40:35.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Revista</title><summary type='text'>Saiu hoje e traz uma "declaração de amor" na página 47 (com fotografia)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114615603532761504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114615603532761504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114615603532761504' title='Revista'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114614663617920865</id><published>2006-04-27T14:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T17:43:00.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sympathy for the demon</title><summary type='text'> "Irmão" Justin Crowe (Clancy Brown), sem dúvida o meu personagem favorito ao fim da primeira época de Carnivàle: As Balthus runs from the church, Justin lifts his head yelling, "Norman!," his eyes now transformed into black orbs.E Rita Sue (Cynthia Ettinger): um dos aspectos interessantes da série é a representação da sensualidade e sexualidade das mulheres mais velhas. Mulheronas como se vê.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114614663617920865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114614663617920865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114614663617920865' title='Sympathy for the demon'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114607083367358096</id><published>2006-04-26T18:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T18:02:47.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Só mais um</title><summary type='text'>Sá Pinto pensava terminar a carreira no final deste campeonato. Isso até podia ter já acontecido há anos atrás fruto de uma lesão gravíssima que não foi mais teimosa do que ele. Agora esta decisão da Comissão Disciplinar da Liga poderá fazê-lo de novo mudar de ideias. Eu também gostava que Sá Pinto se despedisse com mais um título e o seu amor ao clube permitirá que se encontre a melhor solução: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114607083367358096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114607083367358096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114607083367358096' title='Só mais um'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114605548015211339</id><published>2006-04-26T13:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T13:48:47.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Música e silêncio ©</title><summary type='text'>"Some of the tempos are so slow that silence becomes a voice in itself."(James Gavin sobre Once to Every Heart)"Perhaps these three sonatas should not be thought of as a single unit - but when you perform them in one sweep something extraordinary and mysterious happens to the music. Together they represent a long journey. Ending in silence."(Mitsuko Uchida sobre a sua gravação das últimas sonatas</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114605548015211339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114605548015211339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114605548015211339' title='Música e silêncio ©'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114606598929508234</id><published>2006-04-26T13:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T16:58:12.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiroshima, meu primo</title><summary type='text'> No final da projecção de Un Couple Parfait não pude evitar a perplexidade face às parecenças entre o realizador Nobuhiro Suwa, presente, e o meu amigo Eduardo Nogueira Pinto que não estava na sala. A estatura deles é diferente, a cor de pele e do cabelo também não condizem, mas o importante (os traços) estão lá. O japonês Suwa usava óculos nessa noite o que ajudou ao efeito de semelhança. Como </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114606598929508234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114606598929508234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114606598929508234' title='Hiroshima, meu primo'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114605137678983288</id><published>2006-04-26T13:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T13:20:12.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Morangos sem açúcar</title><summary type='text'>Fellatio, which was once a part of the sexual repertoire only of experienced women, is now commonly performed by very young girls outside of romantic relationships, casually and without any expectation of reciprocation.(link do Voz do Deserto)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114605137678983288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114605137678983288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114605137678983288' title='Morangos sem açúcar'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114604481150424361</id><published>2006-04-26T10:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T12:04:42.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry-Grateful</title><summary type='text'>Agora é rezar para que o meu DVD leia zona 1.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114604481150424361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114604481150424361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114604481150424361' title='Sorry-Grateful'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114597439469050334</id><published>2006-04-25T15:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T16:09:49.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O fim de uma relação não tem nada de especial</title><summary type='text'>O filme chama-se Un Couple Parfait (IndieLisboa 2006) porque talvez todos os casais sejam perfeitos na medida em que não há casais perfeitos. Nem há duas relações que cheguem ao fim da mesma maneira, apesar dos indícios, dos pequenos sinais reveladores do desgaste e anunciadores da ruptura poderem ser aparentemente comparáveis. O filme do japonês Nobuhiro Suwa é como todos os filmes feito de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114597439469050334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114597439469050334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114597439469050334' title='O fim de uma relação não tem nada de especial'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114587185625366246</id><published>2006-04-24T10:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T10:44:16.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sofre</title><summary type='text'>O Sporting sofre porque não marca.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114587185625366246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114587185625366246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114587185625366246' title='Sofre'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114580569084126845</id><published>2006-04-23T16:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T16:58:49.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um clube à sua escala</title><summary type='text'>Ontem à noite em Lisboa não se notava que o Porto era já campeão nacional.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114580569084126845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114580569084126845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114580569084126845' title='Um clube à sua escala'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114579864451203781</id><published>2006-04-23T14:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T16:30:03.100+01:00</updated><title type='text'>IndieLisboa 2006 (notas do 3º dia)</title><summary type='text'>Desde muito cedo percebemos que "o intruso" neste filme de Claire Denis (L'Intrus) é o próprio espectador, à deriva num fluxo ininteligível de imagens que parecem dizer-lhe que ele está ali a mais. A realizadora francesa sabe construir planos de uma fisicalidade invulgar, no entanto insuficientes para fazer um filme. Não se percebe nada. Enorme decepção. (2/10)Já Eli Eli Lema Sabachthani? do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114579864451203781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114579864451203781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114579864451203781' title='IndieLisboa 2006 (notas do 3º dia)'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114579716018489219</id><published>2006-04-23T13:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T14:05:27.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy child</title><summary type='text'>No CD Scott 4 de Scott Walker existe uma citação de Camus, em inglês, que diz "A man's work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened." Lembrei-me da frase a propósito de Le Temps Qui Reste (visto no IndieLisboa 2006), filme de François Ozon que nos mostra os últimos dias de vida de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114579716018489219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114579716018489219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114579716018489219' title='Boy child'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114564207771196656</id><published>2006-04-21T18:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T19:01:19.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Miranda jolie</title><summary type='text'>Miranda é a tal jovem realizadora americana, também performer, coroada princesa do cinema indie em Sundance e Cannes, que mudara o apelido para July por se tratar do mês em que se sente mais criativa (sic). A graça e o inusitado de tal facto não são de ordem diversa daquilo que vêmos materializado na sua longa-metragem de estreia, Me and You and Everyone We Know: filme de abertura do IndieLisboa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114564207771196656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114564207771196656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114564207771196656' title='Miranda jolie'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114555557630736266</id><published>2006-04-20T18:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:00:21.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Diários</title><summary type='text'>Department of EmploymentWednesday, 15 June 1983Jenny Easterbrook has very pale skin and large violet eyes. Her blonde hair is gamine short, her sexuality tightly controlled. She makes plain her feelings on several counts (without expressing them): one, that I am na uncouth chauvinist lout; two, that it is a complete mystery why I have been made a Minister; three, that my tenure in this post is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114555557630736266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114555557630736266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114555557630736266' title='Diários'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114554675862606829</id><published>2006-04-20T14:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T17:25:12.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No princípio</title><summary type='text'>O IndieLisboa arranca hoje.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114554675862606829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114554675862606829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114554675862606829' title='No princípio'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114553973496091134</id><published>2006-04-20T14:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T14:50:29.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Deus me livre de ter um blogue ©</title><summary type='text'>Para (ouvir) falar de doenças dos pais, dos filhos, dos espíritos. Coitadinhos.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114553973496091134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114553973496091134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114553973496091134' title='Deus me livre de ter um blogue ©'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114553873071223020</id><published>2006-04-20T14:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T15:11:09.010+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O que parece complicado...</title><summary type='text'>... é afinal bastante simples e faz o melhor pela companhia.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114553873071223020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114553873071223020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114553873071223020' title='O que parece complicado...'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114546864899730063</id><published>2006-04-19T18:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T18:44:09.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonante</title><summary type='text'>João McDonald Caravaggio Montecarlo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114546864899730063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114546864899730063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114546864899730063' title='Sonante'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114545665293422731</id><published>2006-04-19T14:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T18:52:46.210+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Siderado</title><summary type='text'>Muito bom texto do Eduardo no A Sexta Coluna sobre um muito bom filme. Recordo a descoberta de Wong Kar-wai justamente com Days of Being Wild (1991), simultânea ao primeiro encontro com a obra de Takeshi Kitano por intermédio de Sonatine (1993). Daí em diante o cinema contemporâneo nunca mais me siderou como nestes dois filmes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114545665293422731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114545665293422731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114545665293422731' title='Siderado'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114538444958321667</id><published>2006-04-18T19:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T15:38:38.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu primeiro e único número 10</title><summary type='text'>Mary Cathleen Collins (circa 1979).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114538444958321667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114538444958321667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114538444958321667' title='Meu primeiro e único número 10'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114537261232636260</id><published>2006-04-18T15:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T16:03:32.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A linguagem blogosférica já deu o que tinha a dar</title><summary type='text'>Recomecemos, pois, do ABC.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114537261232636260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114537261232636260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114537261232636260' title='A linguagem blogosférica já deu o que tinha a dar'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114536465186530101</id><published>2006-04-18T13:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T15:48:43.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Do não se lhe tirar o chapéu</title><summary type='text'>A semana que o Alexandre dedica a Dean Martin fez-me pensar num dos filmes que mais adoro - dos mais belos filmes de toda a história de todo o cinema - e que inexplicavelmente não existe editado em DVD: Some Came Running de Vincente Minnelli, onde Dino é Bama Dillert o jogador com código de ética pessoalíssimo que não tirava o chapéu em nenhuma ocasião. Ou quase...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114536465186530101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114536465186530101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114536465186530101' title='Do não se lhe tirar o chapéu'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114529121057021639</id><published>2006-04-17T17:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T10:49:20.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aforismos, um tributo</title><summary type='text'>Si j’avais à choisir entre une dernière femme et une dernière cigarette, je choisirais la cigarette: on la jette plus facilement!J’ai besoin d’être toujours en mouvement. Au premier arrêt image, je sais que je vais crever.Doit-on dire un Noir ou un homme de couleur? Tout ceci n’est pas clair.Prendre les femmes pour ce qu’elles ne sont pas et les laisser pour ce qu’elles sont.Pendant les trente </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114529121057021639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114529121057021639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114529121057021639' title='Aforismos, um tributo'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114526328539981741</id><published>2006-04-17T09:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T09:41:26.830+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gravado em 83</title><summary type='text'>De se lhe tirar o chapéu.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114526328539981741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114526328539981741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114526328539981741' title='Gravado em 83'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114520159807034374</id><published>2006-04-16T16:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T16:33:18.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ler o jornal, dar uma volta à Internet, pecar um bocadinho, enfim</title><summary type='text'>(...) Esta semana é propícia: à Vanessa deu-lhe para celebrar a Paixão de Cristo, recordando minuciosamente todas as suas paixões que redundaram na cruz. Aliás, a paixão dos mortais, celebrada com euforia por alguns ingénuos poetas mortais e por qualquer palerma mortal quando a Primavera se aproxima, deriva do mesmo étimo latino da Paixão de Cristo: e isso quer dizer, simplesmente, sofrimento. (.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114520159807034374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114520159807034374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114520159807034374' title='Ler o jornal, dar uma volta à Internet, pecar um bocadinho, enfim'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114520112934456841</id><published>2006-04-16T16:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T16:25:29.346+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas que fascinam</title><summary type='text'>Se não tivesse existido Twin Peaks, então não haveria Carnivàle.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114520112934456841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114520112934456841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114520112934456841' title='Coisas que fascinam'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114520078468708185</id><published>2006-04-16T16:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T16:19:44.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E do empate na Reboleira?</title><summary type='text'>Nada a dizer.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114520078468708185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114520078468708185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114520078468708185' title='E do empate na Reboleira?'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114519937087203932</id><published>2006-04-16T15:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T11:35:07.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NYPD black</title><summary type='text'>Inside Man, Infiltrado é um Spike Lee tremendamente eficaz que nunca perde o sentido de entretenimento do modelo de filme mais industrial, mas que conserva por outro lado as marcas do seu autor (o que Lee chama de "humor visual"), embora mais diluídas. Spike Lee é muito rápido a dar-nos a sentir a cidade de Nova Iorque e as diferentes figuras que preenchem este puzzle multiétnico, como aliás o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114519937087203932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114519937087203932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114519937087203932' title='NYPD black'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114519855645277770</id><published>2006-04-16T15:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T11:02:48.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pubiciano</title><summary type='text'>Ashley Judd em "loura"«What I want to know, and prurient readers may now turn the page if they wish, is: did Byron's Teresa dye her pubic hair, as well as her head hair? He often demanded of his girlfriends a snip of pubic hair for his archives, and it was willingly provided. Indeed it was volunteered in some cases, notably by Lady Caroline Lamb, a curly blonde to judge by her portrait 'in page's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114519855645277770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114519855645277770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114519855645277770' title='Pubiciano'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114487429473100029</id><published>2006-04-12T21:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T15:26:50.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Six feet under</title><summary type='text'>Ashley Judd.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114487429473100029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114487429473100029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114487429473100029' title='Six feet under'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114484201011713588</id><published>2006-04-12T12:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T12:40:10.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdemos este campeonato</title><summary type='text'>Mas voltaremos a ganhar nos seguintes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114484201011713588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114484201011713588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114484201011713588' title='Perdemos este campeonato'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114483853153968548</id><published>2006-04-12T11:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T11:42:11.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque</title><summary type='text'>É dos que vale a pena descobrir.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114483853153968548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114483853153968548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114483853153968548' title='Porque'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114478308876215876</id><published>2006-04-11T19:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T20:26:42.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aos 35</title><summary type='text'>Set in New York, Company tells the story of five couples and their mutual friend Robert. Robert, turning 35 at the beginning of the show, seems to have everything: good looks, charm, and a great sense of humor. Nevertheless, he is still single. In Company he watches and learns from the various couples. He sees both the wonders and pitfalls of relationships. In the end though, Robert realizes that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114478308876215876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114478308876215876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114478308876215876' title='Aos 35'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114476119036751016</id><published>2006-04-11T14:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T14:13:10.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Microcosmos da Parada</title><summary type='text'>Os únicos bancos de jardim no mundo onde se pode ler por entre pombos, galos e galinhas, avôs e avós, netos e netas, estudantes, desocupados, reformados e divorciados, barulho do tráfego aéreo e terrestre ficam no centro de Campo de Ourique.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114476119036751016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114476119036751016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114476119036751016' title='Microcosmos da Parada'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114466258503470325</id><published>2006-04-10T10:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T10:49:45.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A prova</title><summary type='text'>"I have been keeping a journal since 1959. In many ways, it keeps me going. Much that I do, I do because of it. I seek out people and experiences, not only for themselves but sometimes – and, sometimes, solely – so that I can write them up. My diary is a proof of my existence. As Alan Clark observed, ‘a day that goes unrecorded is a day that’s disappeared.’"[Diary, Gyles Brandreth, The Spectator,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114466258503470325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114466258503470325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114466258503470325' title='A prova'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114466155500892701</id><published>2006-04-10T10:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T15:49:50.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Maaaria</title><summary type='text'>"say it loud and there's music playing/ say it soft and it's almost like praying"Jerome Robbins, Robert Wise, Ernest Lehman, Leonard Bernstein, Stephen Sondheim, Saul Bass, Daniel L. Fapp, Thomas Stanford, FINALMENTE CINEMA.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114466155500892701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114466155500892701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114466155500892701' title='Maaaria'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114466033502440983</id><published>2006-04-10T10:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T10:12:15.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porto campeão</title><summary type='text'>A felicidade é coisa que se constrói. A sorte, pelo contrário, é uma coisa que acontece. Jogando para o empate, o Porto saiu de Alvalade com os três pontos. Teve a sorte do jogo e a felicidade do título que já não vai fugir-lhe. A pressão (traduzida em ansiedade), como se viu, esteve mais do lado do Sporting. E a pressão manter-se-á nas últimas jornadas, uma vez que para fazer melhor que no ano </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114466033502440983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114466033502440983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114466033502440983' title='Porto campeão'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114465978390470077</id><published>2006-04-10T10:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T10:03:03.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrada nacional</title><summary type='text'>Cultores de Aimee Mann, Arab Strap, Pavement e Silver Jews, Swell ou Tindersticks podem continuar a evitar as vias secundárias.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114465978390470077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114465978390470077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114465978390470077' title='Estrada nacional'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114442559270523654</id><published>2006-04-07T16:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T17:34:15.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivar as tropas</title><summary type='text'>"Heroes may not be braver than anyone else. They're just braver five minutes longer."(Ronald Reagan, 22 Dez. 82)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114442559270523654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114442559270523654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114442559270523654' title='Motivar as tropas'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114442147513530316</id><published>2006-04-07T10:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T16:53:09.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Má publicidade (e uma imagem enganosa)</title><summary type='text'>O melhor que se pode dizer de Instinto Fatal 2 é que se trata de uma paródia involuntária ao filme original. A partir daqui só me ocorrem palavrões. (2/10)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114442147513530316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114442147513530316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114442147513530316' title='Má publicidade (e uma imagem enganosa)'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114434120288771894</id><published>2006-04-06T19:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T11:05:24.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Outra vida</title><summary type='text'>Local de romaria mais peregrino cuja identidade desconheço.O que faria eu com um montão de dinheiro assim de repente? Assim de repente, ia falar com o Mega Ferreira para reservar data e depois trazia ao CCB o Joan Manuel Serrat. E aí faria também eu a festa (ver explicação no post abaixo). A primeira parte do concerto podia ficar para o João Afonso cujo disco novo, coincidentemente, me acaba de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114434120288771894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114434120288771894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114434120288771894' title='Outra vida'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114431951805732295</id><published>2006-04-06T10:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T11:31:58.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivos e mortos</title><summary type='text'>Os cubanos ontem voltaram a fazer a festa.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114431951805732295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114431951805732295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114431951805732295' title='Vivos e mortos'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114424717095400221</id><published>2006-04-05T14:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T15:30:13.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Diferente</title><summary type='text'>A diferença começa no fôlego do catálogo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114424717095400221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114424717095400221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114424717095400221' title='Diferente'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114424418856037599</id><published>2006-04-05T14:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T14:36:28.710+01:00</updated><title type='text'>selecção Platina</title><summary type='text'>Nove euros. O livro pelo mesmo preço do almoço. Ambos com desconto.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114424418856037599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114424418856037599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114424418856037599' title='selecção Platina'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114423961649106779</id><published>2006-04-05T13:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T13:20:16.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequenas alegrias</title><summary type='text'>Dia 9 - FNAC Chiado - Lisboa - 17H - Camané conversa com Nuno Galopim e público presente a propósito do lançamento do 1º DVD "Camané ao vivo no S. Luíz".</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114423961649106779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114423961649106779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114423961649106779' title='Pequenas alegrias'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114423674413329780</id><published>2006-04-05T10:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T12:39:11.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisa Ruim</title><summary type='text'>Primeiras imagens, um golpe de machado, único sobressalto. De resto demasiada cerimónia, ou timidez, nesta incursão pelos domínios do oculto em Portugal. E o filme perde-se, ou antes, perde-nos. Deixo sugestão à dupla de realizadores: se é para reincidir na temática da ruindade, tenham a curiosidade de poluir os vossos imaginários vendo ou revendo O Príncipe das Trevas. E depois é só ousar um </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114423674413329780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114423674413329780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114423674413329780' title='Coisa Ruim'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114415449062075797</id><published>2006-04-04T13:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T13:41:31.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephen/ Stephin</title><summary type='text'>Gémeos? Génios! Stephen Sondheim (n. 1930) e Stephin Merritt (n. 1966)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114415449062075797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114415449062075797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114415449062075797' title='Stephen/ Stephin'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114415266531640900</id><published>2006-04-04T13:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T13:16:56.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Can That Boy Foxtrot!</title><summary type='text'>Agora que o meu disco vem já a caminho, posso referir o quanto vale a pena passar por aqui (fazer uma pausa e l-e-r) seguindo directo para este outro sítio.Nota: aproveitei entretanto para tirar o pó ao triplo-CD que corresponde à imagem (a triple ball!).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114415266531640900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114415266531640900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114415266531640900' title='Can That Boy Foxtrot!'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114414583374469504</id><published>2006-04-04T11:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T11:17:13.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Talento</title><summary type='text'>O Pedro Mexia lança hoje pelas 19h no fórum Fnac Colombo o seu livro de crónicas, Primeira Pessoa (Casa das Letras). Escuso-me de revelar o nome do apresentador da obra pois pretendo conseguir lugar sentado.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114414583374469504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114414583374469504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114414583374469504' title='Talento'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114407235150229625</id><published>2006-04-03T14:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T17:05:18.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aos pés dela</title><summary type='text'>Assinalando o terceiro aniversário do Bomba Inteligente, deixo uma pergunta: nunca se elogiaram suficientemente os pés de Sharon Stone, não achas Carla? Muitos parabéns e votos de que acordes bela todos os dias.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114407235150229625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114407235150229625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114407235150229625' title='Aos pés dela'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114405453071305182</id><published>2006-04-03T09:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T15:00:12.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gulbenkian e o Instituto Camões apoiaram</title><summary type='text'>Não sou apologista da bandeirinha na varanda, só que há por aí uma edição de música clássica contemporânea rara que de tão bem executada e registada, ao serviço dos méritos de composição do português Luís Tinoco (n. 1969) - que certamente integrou Boulez, Reich, Dutilleux e outros - devia ser motivo de orgulho nacional. A edição é inglesa, mas aí a gente finge que não percebe que já a outra </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114405453071305182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114405453071305182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114405453071305182' title='A Gulbenkian e o Instituto Camões apoiaram'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114405391173139464</id><published>2006-04-03T09:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T09:45:11.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anedotas</title><summary type='text'>A televisão transforma quase tudo em anedota e a peça "jornalística" da SIC sobre o livro Couves e Alforrecas e, por inerência, os livros todos de Margarida Rebelo Pinto, junto com a opinião sobre João Pedro George proferida por elementos d'O Eixo do Mal (SIC Notícias) - certamente condicionados e pagos para terem graça - não fugiu à regra. Tanto mais lamentável quanto resulta de uma formatação </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114405391173139464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114405391173139464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114405391173139464' title='Anedotas'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114405326013567234</id><published>2006-04-03T09:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T09:34:20.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nas bancas</title><summary type='text'>(...) O conservador de tradição moderna ocidental tanto pode ter começado pela fé como pelo cepticismo. Geralmente, no entanto, chegou à mesma virtude política: a "prudência". E esta atitude não só é compatível com o liberalismo, como o pode reforçar filosoficamente, especialmente no que diz respeito à suspeita acerca do uso do poder político para, unilateralmente, identificar e resolver </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114405326013567234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114405326013567234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114405326013567234' title='Nas bancas'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114391272714508222</id><published>2006-04-01T13:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T18:37:56.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Post (s)em escuta</title><summary type='text'>Segue-se um señor chamado Flaco Jimenez com êxitos como Amaneci Bebiendo e No Nos Quieren, Corazon que por certo fazem parte da história infeliz que é a história de qualquer homem. Uma das recomendações do Francisco que comprei às surdas por ser das suas recomendações a única que tinham.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114391272714508222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114391272714508222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114391272714508222' title='Post (s)em escuta'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114391175821259070</id><published>2006-04-01T12:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T18:16:31.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cómoda viagem</title><summary type='text'>Tocar com o pianista François Couturier e com o acordeonista Jean-Louis Matinier é cada vez mais projecto à parte na discografia do tunisino Anouar Brahem. Este trio é onde o som do oud (espécie de alaúde árabe) e das composições de Brahem têm apelo mais universal: a profundidade pode até ser ilusória, mas no lirismo podemos depositar alguma fé. Música para partilhar sem receio, pode ser também </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114391175821259070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114391175821259070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114391175821259070' title='Cómoda viagem'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114391069135500637</id><published>2006-04-01T12:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T18:18:47.016+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Conto de fadas e contagem de plumas</title><summary type='text'>Breakfast on Pluto sugere o regresso à matriz "pinóquio" travestido pelo espírito glam e psicadélico da década de 70. Tem no elenco carismáticos da música da época (Bryan Ferry e Gavin Friday), tem excelentes actores (a começar pelo protagonista Cilliam Murphy), tem tordos falantes em vez de grilos, mas tem também demasiada música, demasiados capítulos (todos devidamente intitulados), o que acaba</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114391069135500637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114391069135500637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114391069135500637' title='Conto de fadas e contagem de plumas'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114374819351125167</id><published>2006-03-30T20:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T20:50:59.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E nunca em vão</title><summary type='text'>Deverás pensar sempre uma outra vez antes de pronunciar a palavra obra-prima.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114374819351125167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114374819351125167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114374819351125167' title='E nunca em vão'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114374770364699457</id><published>2006-03-30T20:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T20:43:29.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruxo</title><summary type='text'>"Acho que vamos vamos sair daqui um pouco maltratados", disse eu, decorria a primeira meia-hora da peça Orgia.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114374770364699457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114374770364699457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114374770364699457' title='Bruxo'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114362014470285219</id><published>2006-03-29T09:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T09:24:22.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuem a chamar-lhe "catedral"</title><summary type='text'>Moretto teve Deus por ele e os santinhos todos fizeram o resto.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114362014470285219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114362014470285219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114362014470285219' title='Continuem a chamar-lhe &quot;catedral&quot;'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114356643666998197</id><published>2006-03-28T18:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T18:25:52.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Leve na boa</title><summary type='text'>Os grandes discos de Marisa Monte ficaram para trás. Ela hoje só consegue fazê-los muito bonitos.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114356643666998197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114356643666998197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114356643666998197' title='Leve na boa'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114355046058381867</id><published>2006-03-28T13:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T16:15:26.580+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A vingança serve-se explosiva e com "panache"</title><summary type='text'>V for Vendetta bate praticamente toda a concorrência no que em anos recentes diz respeito à adaptação de “novelas gráficas” ao cinema. Mesmo que iconograficamente hiper-calórico – causador de ligeiro prenúncio de indigestão em certos momentos –, o filme de James McTeigue mostra bravura narrativa e visual dignas do cinema asiático de culto – penso, por exemplo, em Chan-Wook Park ou Kinji Fukasaku.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114355046058381867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114355046058381867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114355046058381867' title='A vingança serve-se explosiva e com &quot;panache&quot;'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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-6082697.post-114354689629158618</id><published>2006-03-28T12:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T12:54:56.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Auto-retrato de todos os dias</title><summary type='text'>Espremo a pasta dentífrica a partir do fundo e nunca ao acaso.[António Sousa Homem, "Os Ricos Andam Tolos - Crónicas de um Reaccionário Minhoto", Asa 2002]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114354689629158618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6082697/posts/default/114354689629158618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babugem.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114354689629158618' title='Auto-retrato de todos os dias'/><author><name>RGross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999127440165660426</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></feed>
