<?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-1132382011305083199</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:28:43.563Z</updated><category term='Reading'/><category term='Marretice'/><category term='Televisão'/><category term='Londres'/><category term='Porto'/><category term='Teatro'/><category term='Portugal'/><category term='Musica'/><category term='Misc'/><category term='Filmes'/><category term='OnTour'/><category term='Fotos'/><category term='Livros'/><category term='UK'/><category term='Economia'/><category term='Curiosidades'/><title type='text'>Blog com Pronúncia do Norte</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Um dos Marretas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18077901469968697691</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>194</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-148303647963931419</id><published>2008-10-31T19:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-31T19:14:41.701Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><title type='text'>Lost in translation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SQtY81dTOJI/AAAAAAAABKo/IPLPcj15z8c/s1600-h/welsh+sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SQtY81dTOJI/AAAAAAAABKo/IPLPcj15z8c/s320/welsh+sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263398391677925522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Da BBC: &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/wales/7702913.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/wales/7702913.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="cap"&gt;The English is clear enough to lorry drivers - but the Welsh reads "I am not in the office at the moment. Please send any work to be translated."&lt;/div&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;!-- E IIMA --&gt; &lt;!-- S SF --&gt;&lt;p class="first"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When officials asked for the Welsh translation of a road sign, they thought the reply was what they needed.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unfortunately, the e-mail response to Swansea council said in Welsh: "I am not in the office at the moment. 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SKPk8PGEjSI/AAAAAAAAA0U/0KR44gvbBb4/s1600-h/la6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SKPk8PGEjSI/AAAAAAAAA0U/0KR44gvbBb4/s320/la6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234278915429928226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SKPk2Ct0goI/AAAAAAAAAz0/nzIv9687cKE/s1600-h/LA2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SKPk2Ct0goI/AAAAAAAAAz0/nzIv9687cKE/s320/LA2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234278809027773058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SKPk2L7ob3I/AAAAAAAAAzs/IevsNWzvqEU/s1600-h/LA1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" 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Vegas...'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SKPkleaxjcI/AAAAAAAAAzk/u4gqAchfN9w/s72-c/bellagio2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-550755421785123435</id><published>2008-07-15T22:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:19:19.102Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marretice'/><title type='text'>Pedrinhas de sabedoria!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thebricktestament.com/"&gt;http://www.thebricktestament.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;The world's largest, most comprehensive illustrated                  Bible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com LEGOS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-550755421785123435?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/550755421785123435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=550755421785123435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/550755421785123435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/550755421785123435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2008/07/pedrinhas-de-sabedoria.html' title='Pedrinhas de sabedoria!!'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-4739199660655542048</id><published>2008-06-14T11:38:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-06-14T11:48:47.403Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading'/><title type='text'>Humor inglês</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SFOtxxV2P8I/AAAAAAAAAx8/9jVqWl1D6h0/s1600-h/2008-06+Reading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SFOtxxV2P8I/AAAAAAAAAx8/9jVqWl1D6h0/s400/2008-06+Reading.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211700264367964098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De notar que por exemplo no canto inferior direito é uma imagem da estação de autocarros que está fechada  e algumas torres de escritórios, sendo que toda essa zona vai ser implodida. Sinceramente, acho que os arquitectos de estações de autocarros que trabalharam nos anos 70 e 80 deviam ser presos. É cada aberração. Já o Bill Bryson no Notes from a Small Island comenta o look horroroso de alguns centros de cidade em Inglaterra em que bairros inteiros foram destruidos e substituidos com aberrações de betão. Passado uns anos ficam com este aspecto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota: Reading tem um centro muito engraçado com imensos prédios victorianos (temos o prazer de morar numa rua victoriana), zonas pedonais, parques e igrejas. E montes de lojas !!!! Mas não resisti a partilhar este poster de humor distorcido!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-4739199660655542048?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/4739199660655542048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=4739199660655542048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/4739199660655542048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/4739199660655542048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2008/06/humor-ingls.html' title='Humor inglês'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SFOtxxV2P8I/AAAAAAAAAx8/9jVqWl1D6h0/s72-c/2008-06+Reading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-1713878713906516774</id><published>2008-06-14T10:56:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-06-17T10:57:32.614Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teatro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Londres'/><title type='text'>Teatro e a minha modesta opinião</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SFOkVmQInzI/AAAAAAAAAx0/UjDyBH8TI1Y/s1600-h/2008-05+Marguerite.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SFOkVmQInzI/AAAAAAAAAx0/UjDyBH8TI1Y/s320/2008-05+Marguerite.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211689884750225202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SFOkUpJv4II/AAAAAAAAAxk/zYc8RyrKvZY/s1600-h/2008-05-03+Pinter+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SFOkUpJv4II/AAAAAAAAAxk/zYc8RyrKvZY/s320/2008-05-03+Pinter+1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211689868348874882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SFOkVXxM2yI/AAAAAAAAAxs/NOMTIM_Fv7Y/s1600-h/2008-05+Chicago.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SFOkVXxM2yI/AAAAAAAAAxs/NOMTIM_Fv7Y/s320/2008-05+Chicago.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211689880862382882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recentemente fomos a uma peça de teatro e a dois musicias. É interessante que dos 3, tinha menos expectativas relativamente ao &lt;a href="http://www.chicagothemusical.com/uk_site/"&gt;Chicago&lt;/a&gt; e foi o que mais gostei. Muita música, dança, algum humor e um cenário intimista com a orquestra no palco. O Chicago estava originalmente num dos teatros do Strand e agora está num pequeno teatro numa rua secundária na zona do Seven Dials. Acho sempre piada como por cá as fraquezas são sempre encaradas como oportunidades: o teatro não tem zona de orquestra, mas a banda estava no palco e o cenário mantido bastante minimalista o que tornou a experiência muito interessante. Foi um show de dança, mas também música ao vivo. Normalmente quando os pobres músicos estão escondidos, nem nos apercebemos que há uma orquestra ao vivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;a href="http://www.marguerite-themusical.com/index-google.php?gclid=COK_nenl85MCFShUEAodR0dXWA"&gt;Marguerite&lt;/a&gt; foi mau. Confesso que tinha grandes expectativas por ser um musical da equipa Boublil e Schonberg que criaram os Miseráveis e o Miss Saigon. Para mim todos os musicais se medem em relação ao Les Miz, verdadeiro épico, com músicas memoráveis, personagens inspiradores, momentos de humor. O Marguerite tinha todos os ingredientes para estar ao nível destes: resistência durante a WW2, franceses resistentes e colaboracionistas, uma história de amor entre esses 2 mundos. Mas que desilusão. As músicas eram fraquinhas e os personagens também. Aquela história de amor não convence, é difícil ter pena da Marguerite (coitadinha, teve que se tornar amante do general alemão para sobreviver e depois apaixonou-se pelo jovem francês) e do Armand (o jovem francês é um inútil que passa a ocupação a suspirar pela Marguerite, pondo em risco a família e a resistência). A própria história é fraquinha com os franceses colaboracionistas gerando muito pouca empatia (os pais adoptivos da Cosette são divertidos, o patrão da Miss Saigon é um oportunista também com piada). As deportações e a resistência são tratadas como apartes com pouca importância. Que desperdício. Comparado com este musical, o lord of the rings é bem melhor e foi completamente arrasado na crítica. Até algumas das "chachadas" do Lloyd Weber são melhores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theambassadors.com/comedy/basket_sp_p4325.html"&gt;The Lover &amp;amp; The Collection&lt;/a&gt; são duas peças do &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harold_Pinter"&gt;Harold Pinter&lt;/a&gt;. Foi sobretudo com curiosidade que fomos ver esta peça. Já é habitual haver peças do Harold Pinter em Londres (o Nobel deve ter ajudado!!). Confesso que gostei sobretudo pelas nuances e pelos actores. Ando a ler algumas das suas peças e estou com dificuldade em vizualizar a história e em perceber o seu interesse. Na introdução do livro, está uma entrevista do autor em que este confessa que começa as suas peças vizualizando um quarto e pessoas lá dentro, por exemplo um quarto com um homem sentado e um homem de pé e assim começa o seu processo criativo. Felizmente o encenador destas peças concretizou parte desse processo de vizualização. E o actores fizeram o resto. Não será necessariamente uma peça comercial, mas está ainda muito longe da suposta intelectualidade* de algumas peças não-comerciais que vimos em Portugal. Felizmente!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* o momento alto para nós foi numa das peças que vimos no Teatro S. João quando alguém disse: "o menino maravilha vai dizer um poema" e aparece um tipo com fraldas e após um silêncio demorado grita "roooooooooxo". Por causa dessa peça, em que metade das pessoas desapareceu no intervalo, passamos a ir bem menos vezes ao teatro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-1713878713906516774?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/1713878713906516774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=1713878713906516774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/1713878713906516774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/1713878713906516774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2008/06/recentemente-fomos-uma-pea-de-teatro-e.html' title='Teatro e a minha modesta opinião'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SFOkVmQInzI/AAAAAAAAAx0/UjDyBH8TI1Y/s72-c/2008-05+Marguerite.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-8008497486929296241</id><published>2008-05-28T14:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-05-28T14:34:45.771Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Londres'/><title type='text'>Are you a considerate passenger?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tfl.gov.uk/tfl/corporate/projectsandschemes/communityandeducation/asb/images/music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.tfl.gov.uk/tfl/corporate/projectsandschemes/communityandeducation/asb/images/music.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SD1tTkMn9FI/AAAAAAAAAxc/r4gb4geFgzU/s1600-h/2008-05+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SD1tTkMn9FI/AAAAAAAAAxc/r4gb4geFgzU/s400/2008-05+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205436927211730002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recentemente começaram a aparecer estes cartazes nos transportes de Londres. Faz parte de uma&lt;a href="http://www.tfl.gov.uk/tfl/corporate/projectsandschemes/communityandeducation/asb/default.aspx"&gt; campanha de civismo&lt;/a&gt; do recentemente expulso Red Ken. A boa educação de facto ensina-se, mas o nosso ditado lá lembra que é de pequenino que se torce o pepino!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto particularmente do cartaz com o "I will offer you my place" e a resposta da senhora "I will thank you for that". É interessante a noção de reciprocidade. Muitas vezes espera-se que a boa educação seja unilateral.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-8008497486929296241?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/8008497486929296241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=8008497486929296241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/8008497486929296241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/8008497486929296241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2008/05/are-you-considerate-passenger.html' title='Are you a considerate passenger?'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SD1tTkMn9FI/AAAAAAAAAxc/r4gb4geFgzU/s72-c/2008-05+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-721174093842860764</id><published>2008-05-20T21:48:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-05-20T22:13:42.068Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Londres'/><title type='text'>St Pancras International</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SDNNBnvC46I/AAAAAAAAAxM/3rVjGzbnN1k/s1600-h/Fotos+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SDNNBnvC46I/AAAAAAAAAxM/3rVjGzbnN1k/s400/Fotos+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202586684784567202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SDNIe3vC45I/AAAAAAAAAxE/q7Pzv21ILh4/s1600-h/Fotos+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SDNIe3vC45I/AAAAAAAAAxE/q7Pzv21ILh4/s400/Fotos+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202581689737601938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A foto não é grande coisa pois foi tirada com o telemóvel, mas marca o regresso a St Pancras e sobretudo o momento em que finalmente vi os dois icons desta reconversão: o relógio e a estátua Meeting Place de Paul Day.&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que a estação ficou muito aquém das minhas expectativas. Claro que está bem melhor que o terminal internacional de Waterloo, mas esse estava há anos à espera de ser abandonado. Mas a experiência do check-in, espera (numa área grande mas com apenas 1 pequena WHSmith, um Café Nero e 1 pub (não pode faltar o álcool numa viagem!!)) e embarque foi em tudo semelhante a Waterloo. Não se pode subir à plataforma até 20 minutos antes da partida. Abrem os acessos e toca a procurar a carruagem e o lugar. Onde está afinal a estátua?&lt;br /&gt;No regresso, seguindo os outros passageiros em grande stress, lá vejo a estátua imponente debaixo do relógio, ao longe. Bem, bastava ter olhado para baixo que me teria escapado. E aí me apercebi do paradoxo que é a zona mais bonita da estação passar despercebida ao viajante que embarca  e desembarca. Realmente a estação parece ter sido feita para os não viajantes, que relaxam no bar da área superior e não para quem está de viagem. Que pena - tantas expectativas e não passa de uma estação bonitinha... e sem o bulício das estações londrinas dos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;commuters&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-721174093842860764?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/721174093842860764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=721174093842860764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/721174093842860764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Londres'/><title type='text'>Convent Garden 3 Maio 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SDNGcnvC44I/AAAAAAAAAw8/k418NeweB-o/s1600-h/Fotos+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SDNGcnvC44I/AAAAAAAAAw8/k418NeweB-o/s400/Fotos+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202579452059640706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SDNGcXvC43I/AAAAAAAAAw0/IS1leo78QG8/s1600-h/Fotos+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SDNGcXvC43I/AAAAAAAAAw0/IS1leo78QG8/s400/Fotos+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202579447764673394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/1388512777723645408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/1388512777723645408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2008/05/convent-garden-3-maio-2008.html' title='Convent Garden 3 Maio 2008'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SDNGcnvC44I/AAAAAAAAAw8/k418NeweB-o/s72-c/Fotos+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-7495292140397581603</id><published>2008-05-20T21:38:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:42:35.284Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Londres'/><title type='text'>Paddington... Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SDNFZHvC40I/AAAAAAAAAwc/r6wnz2xGFWI/s1600-h/Fotos+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SDNFZHvC40I/AAAAAAAAAwc/r6wnz2xGFWI/s400/Fotos+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202578292418470722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Das poucas vezes que consegui apanhar este simpático viajante sozinho!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paddington_Bear"&gt;what else?! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paddington Bear is a fictional character in children's literature. He first appeared in 1958[1] and was subsequently featured in several books written by Michael Bond and first illustrated by Peggy Fortnum. The polite immigrant bear from Darkest Peru, with his old bush hat, battered suitcase and marmalade sandwiches has become a classic English children's literature icon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the first story, Paddington is found at Paddington railway station in London by the Brown family, sitting on his suitcase (bearing the label "WANTED ON VOYAGE") with a note attached to his coat which reads, "Please look after this bear. Thank you." Bond has said that his memories of newsreels showing trainloads of child evacuees leaving London during the war, with labels around their necks and their possessions in small suitcases, that prompted him to do the same for Paddington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-7495292140397581603?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/7495292140397581603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=7495292140397581603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/7495292140397581603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/7495292140397581603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2008/05/paddington-bear.html' title='Paddington... Bear'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SDNFZHvC40I/AAAAAAAAAwc/r6wnz2xGFWI/s72-c/Fotos+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-3291459154415542420</id><published>2008-05-12T14:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-05-12T14:05:21.305Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.phdcomics.com/comics/archive/phd050708s.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.phdcomics.com/comics/archive/phd050708s.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-3291459154415542420?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/3291459154415542420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=3291459154415542420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/3291459154415542420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/3291459154415542420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-5606242686366620855</id><published>2008-05-09T18:42:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-05-09T19:00:20.108Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portugal'/><title type='text'>Blindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SCSeVmKgqrI/AAAAAAAAAwM/EAlpBr9Yg40/s1600-h/cegueira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SCSeVmKgqrI/AAAAAAAAAwM/EAlpBr9Yg40/s320/cegueira.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198453963751467698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SCSe_mKgqsI/AAAAAAAAAwU/WUITMO6ckjE/s1600-h/blindness3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SCSe_mKgqsI/AAAAAAAAAwU/WUITMO6ckjE/s320/blindness3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198454685305973442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai estrear em Cannes o novo filme de Fernando Meirelles (o realizador do Constant Gardener e do Cidade dos Homens) com a Julianne Moore, Mark Ruffalo e Gael Garcia "Che" Bernal. E este Blindess é baseado no Ensaio sobre a Cegueira de José Saramago. Ainda vamos ver o Saramago nos Oscares!! Excelente notícia. O livro é espectacular. Vimos há uns anos a adaptação ao teatro do grupo O Bando e foi impressionante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na entrevista que li, o realizador dizia que o filme era um pouco menos negro que o livro e com algum humor... Bem, só espero que a história não seja desvirtuada. Estou à espera de um I am Legend, mas sem os zombies e o Bob Marley :-) e quem precisa de zombies no ensaio sobre a cegueira para tornar a história assustadora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica o link: let's look at da treila: http://www.imdb.com/video/trailer/vi2514682137/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-5606242686366620855?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/5606242686366620855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=5606242686366620855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/5606242686366620855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/5606242686366620855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2008/05/blindness.html' title='Blindness'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/SCSeVmKgqrI/AAAAAAAAAwM/EAlpBr9Yg40/s72-c/cegueira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-8525597449844311108</id><published>2008-04-17T16:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-04-17T16:28:58.092Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Londres'/><title type='text'>Lies to tell tourists</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="overheard" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; vertical-align: top; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; font-family: Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,SunSans-Regular,sans-serif;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="246"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-top: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 0pt; padding: 1px 0pt 4px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(255, 0, 51); font-weight: bold; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;      Lies to tell tourists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;        &lt;td style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0pt; padding: 5px 10px 7px 0pt; vertical-align: top; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;“Oxford Street used to actually be in Oxford. It was dug up and moved to London after the West End was demolished in the Blitz”&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;      &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0pt; padding: 5px 10px 7px 0pt; vertical-align: top; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;“In keeping with the capital city's keen sense of history, haggling is standard practice in all of London's museum shops”&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0pt; padding: 5px 10px 7px 0pt; vertical-align: top; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;“Waterloo station was built on the site of the Battle of Waterloo. The spot where Napoleon was captured is commemorated by a plaque in the Upper Crust near platform ten”&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;      &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0pt; padding: 5px 10px 7px 0pt; vertical-align: top; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;        &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;“If you've enjoyed your tube journey, you can tip the driver. To get their attention pull the 'emergency' cord in each carriage”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Fonte: Time Out email&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-8525597449844311108?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/8525597449844311108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=8525597449844311108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/8525597449844311108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/8525597449844311108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2008/04/lies-to-tell-tourists.html' title='Lies to tell tourists'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-2269606703843501172</id><published>2008-04-07T14:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-04-07T15:01:47.539Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><title type='text'>Aviões, malas e o novo T5</title><content type='html'>Amanhã vamos voar para a Tugalândia e tenho dado por mim a ver as notícias do Terminal 5 e a previsão de tempo para amanhã... Espero sinceramente que não neve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="mxb"&gt;     &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="mxb"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;Now snow hits flights at new T5&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;                                                                                &lt;!-- S BO --&gt; &lt;!-- S IIMA --&gt;&lt;!-- E IIMA --&gt; &lt;!-- S SF --&gt;&lt;p class="first"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Snow has led to more than a 100 flights being cancelled at Heathrow's Terminal 5 as scuffles reportedly broke out between passengers and staff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="first"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Ainda não percebi bem o que aconteceu, mas parece-se com o que se previa acontecer com o bug do ano 2000 (o estilozo y2k). Malas perdidas, voos cancelados, caos nos aeroportos. Sobrevivemos ao bug, mas 15.000 malas não sobreviveram ao bug T5. Imagino o que será estar em casa, como eu neste momento, e pensar que o voo será no T5 e que a mala que pretendo levar comigo se vai perder quase de certeza, e que depois vai ser enviada para Milão (os ingleses fazem asneira e confiam nos italianos para organizar 15000 malas??!) para nunca mais regressar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="mxb"&gt;     &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="mxb"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/7321241.stm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;      How do you clear a bags backlog?&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;                                                                                &lt;!-- S BO --&gt; &lt;!-- S IBYL --&gt;&lt;!-- E IBYL --&gt;    &lt;p&gt; &lt;!-- S IIMA --&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table align="right" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="203"&gt;    &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;    &lt;div&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/44524000/jpg/_44524640_bagbuildup203.jpg" alt="Baggage build-up at Heathrow" border="0" height="152" hspace="0" vspace="0" width="203" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;div class="cap"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A total of 400 extra staff have been drafted in to deal with the bag crisis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;         &lt;!-- E IIMA --&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As BA battles to disperse its luggage mountain after glitches in baggage handling helped derail its new Heathrow terminal, just how does it deal with such a logistical challenge?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reassuringly for passengers caught up in the events of the past few days they will all be reunited with their luggage - it's just a question of when, according to aviation expert David Learmount, of Flight International magazine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The airlines are in the business of logistics. It's not really a problem. It is not terribly difficult to put right," he said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The only reason a passenger wouldn't get their luggage is if the tag has been ripped off, but I have never heard of it happening," he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O senhor David Learmount está a mentir, só pode. ser Em todos os aeroportos há salas imensas com malas de passageiros, sem identificadores. Eu já visitei uma dessas quando uma mala se perdeu entre Londres e Budapeste. A sala que visitei foi na Polónia e havia lá muitas malas perdidas. A minha e de outros passageiros estavam lá pois tinham sido reencaminhadas de Budapeste, pois nós já lá não estavamos quando elas finalmente chegaram. E qualquer pessoa que faz voos de ligação sabe que há sempre esse risco, e como tal leva roupa na bagagem de mão, e espera que a mala eventualmente lhe seja devolvida. Daí a Ryanair, que não faz voos de ligação, ser a melhor companhia em termos de bagagens não perdidas, como eles gostam de publicitar. Além disso, em Londres há pelo menos 3 casas de leilões que fazem leilões do conteudo de malas perdidas (e das próprias malas) nos aeroportos londrinos. Por isso quando o senhor David Learmount diz que nunca ouviu falar de bagagens sem identificação, ou está no sector há 1 semana ou está a mentir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem que não vamos por Heathrow amanhã... mas que qualquer modo que não chova ou troveje...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-2269606703843501172?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/2269606703843501172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=2269606703843501172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/2269606703843501172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R_U3YmaSufI/AAAAAAAAAtk/k0PmhxIjVIU/s1600-h/Cotswolds1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R_U3YmaSufI/AAAAAAAAAtk/k0PmhxIjVIU/s320/Cotswolds1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185111441754208754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R_U3YWaSueI/AAAAAAAAAtc/fy3iHuLMkXM/s1600-h/Cotswolds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R_U3YWaSueI/AAAAAAAAAtc/fy3iHuLMkXM/s320/Cotswolds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185111437459241442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R_U3YmaSugI/AAAAAAAAAts/Q15WQMBPbIQ/s1600-h/Cotswolds2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-5826119945830285766?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/5826119945830285766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=5826119945830285766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/5826119945830285766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/5826119945830285766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2008/04/cotswolds-o-pitoresco-ingls.html' title='Cotswolds: o pitoresco inglês'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R_U3iWaSujI/AAAAAAAAAuE/GNqr-bgtGnw/s72-c/Cotswolds7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-5039054295019742568</id><published>2008-04-02T11:02:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-04-03T20:10:02.881Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OnTour'/><title type='text'>Blenheim Palace e as mudanças de tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R_NoTGaSuYI/AAAAAAAAAss/of3sOmvrxEk/s1600-h/Blenheim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R_NoTGaSuYI/AAAAAAAAAss/of3sOmvrxEk/s320/Blenheim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184602273381267842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R_NoT2aSuaI/AAAAAAAAAs8/-yoKfklrBpo/s1600-h/Blenheim4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R_NoT2aSuaI/AAAAAAAAAs8/-yoKfklrBpo/s320/Blenheim4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184602286266169762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R_NoTmaSuZI/AAAAAAAAAs0/h2bgQa6Rd_o/s1600-h/Blenheim2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R_NoTmaSuZI/AAAAAAAAAs0/h2bgQa6Rd_o/s320/Blenheim2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184602281971202450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R_NojWaSudI/AAAAAAAAAtU/7YQXVwqXgt4/s1600-h/Blenheim8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R_NojWaSudI/AAAAAAAAAtU/7YQXVwqXgt4/s320/Blenheim8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184602552554142162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R_NoUGaSubI/AAAAAAAAAtE/6mcA-JE-JXs/s1600-h/Blenheim5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R_NoUGaSubI/AAAAAAAAAtE/6mcA-JE-JXs/s320/Blenheim5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184602290561137074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R_NoUGaSucI/AAAAAAAAAtM/yk6DnRTWokQ/s1600-h/Blenheim7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R_NoUGaSucI/AAAAAAAAAtM/yk6DnRTWokQ/s320/Blenheim7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184602290561137090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blenheim Palace é o grande golpe de marketing. A entrada é cara e apesar de ser Património Mundial da Unesco, é apenas uma casa senhorial grande, onde apenas alguns quartos estão abertos e onde a visita guiada e a experiência multimédia se foca na família Malborough / Winston Churchill, donos do palácio. Por acaso Winston Churcill nasceu lá, pois os pais estavam de visita e esse facto serve de base ao marketing do palácio. No século XX o herdeiro da família casou com uma Vanderbilt e conseguiu assim recuperar o palácio. A pobre duquesa de Malborough conseguiu o que os pais queriam, que era um título, mas o seu posterior divórcio demonstra que foi apenas um casamento de interesses.&lt;br /&gt;A visita e memorabilia mostram bem o espírito papparazi com que a nobreza inglesa é encarada: fotos dos actuais duques, os convites para o casamento da princesa Diana, fotos com os noivos, enfim...&lt;br /&gt;Em suma, é mesmo para inglês ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: A foto em que está a nevar foi tirada no mesmo dia, uma hora depois!! O tempo inglês é mesmo temperamental.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-5039054295019742568?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/5039054295019742568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=5039054295019742568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/5039054295019742568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/5039054295019742568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2008/04/blenheim-palace-e-as-mudanas-de-tempo.html' title='Blenheim Palace e as mudanças de tempo'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R_NoTGaSuYI/AAAAAAAAAss/of3sOmvrxEk/s72-c/Blenheim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-7941795793623989253</id><published>2008-03-18T21:06:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-18T21:18:23.475Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>Piada para gamers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://files.boardgamegeek.com/images/geekcomics/adopt_med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://files.boardgamegeek.com/images/geekcomics/adopt_med.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.boardgamegeek.com/thread/301004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/ultimate_game.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/ultimate_game.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/ultimate_game.png&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-7941795793623989253?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/7941795793623989253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=7941795793623989253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/7941795793623989253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/7941795793623989253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2008/03/piada-para-gamers.html' title='Piada para gamers'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-2312861637871138890</id><published>2008-03-15T14:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-15T15:10:59.250Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teatro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Londres'/><title type='text'>God of Carnage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R9vlu9VIr0I/AAAAAAAAAsk/FDQLmFBXl6A/s1600-h/God+carnage2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R9vlu9VIr0I/AAAAAAAAAsk/FDQLmFBXl6A/s400/God+carnage2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177984791492472642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R9vludVIrzI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Zf2sx14LOt4/s1600-h/God+carnage.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R9vludVIrzI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Zf2sx14LOt4/s400/God+carnage.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177984782902538034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://godofcarnage.com/"&gt;God of Carnage&lt;/a&gt; at the Gielgud Theatre:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What happens when two sets of parents meet up to deal with the unruly behaviour of their children? A calm and rational debate between grown-ups about the need to teach kids how to behave properly? Or a hysterical night of name-calling, tantrums and tears before bedtime?     &lt;p&gt;Boys will be boys, but the adults are usually worse     – much worse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ontem à noite lá fomos ver o Lord Voldemort e companhia neste drama / comédia. É uma comédia pois está recheada de humor na troca de palavras entre os 2 casais, mas é um drama pois estes 4 adultos começam muito polidos e policamente correctos e no fundo estão a reprimir críticas e insultos mútuos. O diálogo está interessante e os actores dão-lhe um ritmo muito particular. Foi de facto uma noite bem passada. O pobre do hamster é que não deve ter passado nada bem a noite!! (private joke para quem viu a peça)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-2312861637871138890?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/2312861637871138890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=2312861637871138890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/2312861637871138890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/2312861637871138890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2008/03/god-of-carnage.html' title='God of Carnage'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R9vlu9VIr0I/AAAAAAAAAsk/FDQLmFBXl6A/s72-c/God+carnage2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-6484667889700112269</id><published>2008-03-11T18:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:46:07.533Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiosidades'/><title type='text'>Realidade ou maquete?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://galleries.ipcignite.com/croppedimages/testuser5_sep2007_06traf_square_g_y5aqA1_2Paih3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://galleries.ipcignite.com/croppedimages/testuser5_sep2007_06traf_square_g_y5aqA1_2Paih3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://galleries.ipcignite.com/croppedimages/testuser5_sep2007_tokyo_city_scene_g_5iaiXh_FGaWBs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://galleries.ipcignite.com/croppedimages/testuser5_sep2007_tokyo_city_scene_g_5iaiXh_FGaWBs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi estas imagens numa revista e não resisto colocar aqui o link. http://www.wallpaper.com/newgallery/17050128/1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="textSmallV"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Naoki Honjo,  "Small Planet"&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.taigallery.com/naokihonjo.html"&gt;fonte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honjo photographs containers, urban environments, express highways, sporting events, and countryside. They are mostly populated with people. The photos are as shot from towers, skyscrapers, or helicopters using a tilt shift lens, which makes the environments appear to be model like. They are not altered through computer manipulation. Honjo aims to express a "sense of falseness" about the environments we live in. This gives the viewer the strange sense of looking at an image that is between fiction and reality. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-6484667889700112269?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/6484667889700112269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=6484667889700112269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/6484667889700112269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/6484667889700112269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2008/03/realidade-ou-maquete.html' title='Realidade ou maquete?'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-7045214406720614902</id><published>2008-03-08T11:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-08T11:43:12.017Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marretice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portugal'/><title type='text'>Yes, Minister. Ou como os políticos ingleses são diferentes dos portugueses.</title><content type='html'>Há umas semanas atrás, o Ministro da Saúde da ilhota de sua majestade admitiu que seria impossível ao NHS (equivalente aos nosso Serviço Nacional de Saúde) garantir que todos os hospitais tivessem alas específicas para cada sexo. Ao que parece, nos hospitais de cá podemos ficar a convalescer com uma pessoa do sexo oposto (pode ter as suas vantagens, mas eles acham que não). No decorrer das muitas notícias que por cá passaram, fiquei a saber que o Ministro da Saúde é médico (coisa que em Portugal parece que já não acontecia há uns bons anos) cirurgião e que continua a exercer a sua profissão em part-time. Sim é verdade, o senhor dedica-se à causa pública mas mesmo assim ainda encontra tempo para continuar a exercer a sua profissão mesmo que não seja a tempo inteiro. Não julguem que é caso isolado pois o ex-Ministro para a Ciência e Tecnologia, Lord Sainsbury, é o detentor da terceira maior fortuna do UK e principal accionista da cadeia de supermercados Sainsbury's, ou seja, o equivalente ao Eng. Belmiro foi durante uma década (ou algo próximo) Ministro da Ciência e Tecnologia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estes são apenas alguns casos isolados e certamente não são a norma (aliás, recentemente um dos MPs conservador foi acusado de pagar aos filhos para serem "researchers" no seu staff enquanto estudantes universitários mas nada se conhece do trabalho que por eles tenha sido realizado e ter a esposa como secretária). No entanto, denota uma mentalidade diferente quanto à forma de olhar para os problemas e de que forma cada um pode contribuir para melhorar o seu país. Ou seja, um verdadeiro sentido patriota e de causa pública. Em Portugal, parece que ser-se patriota é apoiar a selecção nacional de futebol e meter umas bandeiras de Portugal com uns pagodes chineses no lugar das quinas, à janela de nossa casa (ou nos bancos dos carros) e nada mais. Aliás, pelo que consegui acompanhar no processo da Ota, vi muitos "opinion makers" portugueses a criticarem os promotores do estudo sobre Alcochete sobre os eventuais motivos que eventualmente este podessem ter, não percebendo que essa é uma forma de participação na sociedade que deve ser fomentada e que é tão rara em Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa que também tenho notado é que o sistema político Inglês fomenta o contacto entre os eleitores e os eleitos. Por exemplo: se não estou em erro, Jack Straw recebe os seus "constituents" semanalmente para ouvir os problemas que os preocupa; a Ministra da Cultura há uns dias atrás fez referência na Newsnight que convidava os seus constituents a tomarem um chá e a comerem uns chocolate fingers enquanto ouvia os seus problemas. Em Portugal, por muito que me esforce, não me ocorrem nenhuns casos equivalentes. No entanto, lembro-me que Pacheco Pereira, filho do Porto, por Lisboa adoptado, há umas eleições atrás ter sido candidato como cabeça de lista por Aveiro (enquanto cagareu, algo que me custa aceitar) apesar de nada se saber em que é que contribuiu para resolver os problemas da região, ou mesmo de os conhecer; Paulo Portas (e qualquer outro líder do PP) candidatou-se por diversas vezes por Aveiro, apesar de, pelo que se sabe, apenas terá ido a Aveiro na altura da campanha eleitoral. Certamente que casos idênticos também ocorrem nos outros partidos. O que acho impressionante é que, quando se fala em reforma do sistema político português ninguém quer mexer neste status quo e depois admiram-se muito (ou não) quando diversos inquéritos à população portuguesa indicam um maior distanciamento entre eleitores e eleitos. Com casos destes, seria de esperar algo diferente?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-7045214406720614902?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/7045214406720614902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=7045214406720614902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/7045214406720614902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/7045214406720614902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2008/03/yes-minister-ou-como-os-polticos.html' title='Yes, Minister. Ou como os políticos ingleses são diferentes dos portugueses.'/><author><name>Um dos Marretas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18077901469968697691</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-7274061792645696378</id><published>2008-03-04T20:52:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-04T21:03:49.372Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><title type='text'>Quase-neve</title><content type='html'>Hoje quase que nevou!! Ameaçou, viram-se uns farrapos de neve e pouco mais... E eu claro que fiquei em grande expectativa à espera da neve. Parolita, eu sei, mas  na minha terra não neva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao fim de algum tempo, dei por mim a pensar que grande golpe de marketing isto da neve é. Todos sonhamos com um Natal branco, mas ninguém sonha com um Natal tropical... Em Portugal chove quase sempre no Natal e todos os anos penso que com neve é que era giro. Mas quem mora onde de facto neva, parece que não gosta muito do frio, do gelo, das estradas cortadas, da conta da electricidade, etc, etc. Isto do Inverno branco é como o Pai Natal vermelho e rechonchudo da Coca-Cola, alguém um dia inventou o conceito e agora faz parte do imaginário colectivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, que não neve amanhã que eu tenho que apanhar o comboio, e se neva vai haver problemas nas linhas (sim, é sempre a mesma coisa, quando neva ou chove muito os ingleses parece que são apanhados de surpresa - acho que devem ter um gene portuga).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-7274061792645696378?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/7274061792645696378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=7274061792645696378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/7274061792645696378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/7274061792645696378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2008/03/quase-neve.html' title='Quase-neve'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-3400688181867479554</id><published>2008-03-04T20:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-04T20:51:22.173Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>Ano internacional da batata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R8206kltX-I/AAAAAAAAAsU/Ht2Bsg72PuE/s1600-h/batata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R8206kltX-I/AAAAAAAAAsU/Ht2Bsg72PuE/s200/batata.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173990465265819618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Este é o Ano Internacional da...... BATATA e o &lt;a href="http://www.economist.com/opinion/displaystory.cfm?story_id=10766030"&gt;Economist&lt;/a&gt; por vezes brinda-nos com estas pérolas, com direito a editorial e tudo celebrando o tubérculo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS the world's fourth-most-important food crop, after maize, wheat and rice. It provides more calories, more quickly, using less land and in a wider range of climates than any other plant. It is, of course, the potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The United Nations has declared 2008 the International Year of the Potato (see article). It hopes that greater awareness of the merits of potatoes will contribute to the achievement of its Millennium Development Goals, by helping to alleviate poverty, improve food security and promote economic development. It is always the international year of this or month of that. But the potato's unusual history (see article) means it is well worth celebrating by readers of The Economist—because the potato is intertwined with economic development, trade liberalisation and globalisation.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Realmente dá vontade de descobrir um pouco mais acerca deste tubérculo. E ir ao dicionário ver o significado de spud (slang for potate) e tuber (tubérculo, realmente nem precisava de ter ido ao dicionário)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In the form of French fries, served alongside burgers and Coca-Cola, potatoes are now an icon of globalisation. This is quite a turnaround given the scepticism which first greeted them on their arrival in the Old World in the 16th century. Spuds were variously thought to cause leprosy, to be fit only for animals, to be associated with the devil or to be poisonous. They took hold in 18th-century Europe only when war and famine meant there was nothing else to eat; people then realised just how versatile and reliable they were. As Adam Smith, one of the potato's many admirers, observed at the time, “The very general use which is made of potatoes in these kingdoms as food for man is a convincing proof that the prejudices of a nation, with regard to diet, however deeply rooted, are by no means unconquerable.” Mashed, fried, boiled and roast, a humble tuber changed the world, and free-trading globalisers everywhere should celebrate it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Gosto particularmente da parte em que os globalizadores e defensores do comércio livre deveriam celebrar a batata!! Espero que o Monsieur Bové não cultive batatas ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-3400688181867479554?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/3400688181867479554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=3400688181867479554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/3400688181867479554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/3400688181867479554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2008/03/ano-internacional-da-batata.html' title='Ano internacional da batata'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R8206kltX-I/AAAAAAAAAsU/Ht2Bsg72PuE/s72-c/batata.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-8880831766430365129</id><published>2008-02-28T15:54:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-28T16:09:44.016Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portugal'/><title type='text'>Não há pachorra!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R8bcvHMv4JI/AAAAAAAAAsM/8zqR4Qw531w/s1600-h/efinancas.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R8bcvHMv4JI/AAAAAAAAAsM/8zqR4Qw531w/s400/efinancas.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172063924026073234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os anos é a mesma coisa... quero simular o IRS e não há simuladores. Haja santa paciência: o orçamento de Estado de 2007 foi aprovado ainda em 2006, mais de 1 ano passado e depois do início do período de entrega das declarações, ainda não há simulador?! Ainda há quem louve a capacidade de improviso dos portugueses. Isto não é improviso, é incompetência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu até vou mais longe: qual é o interesse de simular apenas no momento da entrega? Os agentes económicos tomam melhores decisões na posse de todos os dados respeitantes às suas decisões, por isso o simulador deveria estar disponível no início de 2007 para podermos todos estimar salários, investimentos, despesas, casamentos e divórcios (ao que parece do ponto de vista fiscal não compensa casar, e depois de ter filhos compensa divorciar), etc. Ainda em Dezembro fiquei chateada com a Caixa, pois tinham uma campanha em que ofereciam um Swatch para investimentos em PPR entre Novembro e Dezembro... quem investiu durante o ano não é elegível, só os atrasadinhos. Mas que os bancos aliciem quem deixou tudo para a última, em parte entende-se, que o Estado na era do famoso simplex o faça, não tem desculpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costuma-se dizer que há 2 certezas na vida e uma delas são os impostos, será que o Ministério foi apanhado de surpresa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-8880831766430365129?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/8880831766430365129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=8880831766430365129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/8880831766430365129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/8880831766430365129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-h-pachorra.html' title='Não há pachorra!!'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R8bcvHMv4JI/AAAAAAAAAsM/8zqR4Qw531w/s72-c/efinancas.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-1589769755556079146</id><published>2008-02-12T19:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-12T19:44:40.110Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><title type='text'>Daily Mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R7H1WHMv4HI/AAAAAAAAAr8/STy4Q0TIn5c/s1600-h/Front_page__Saturda_433471a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R7H1WHMv4HI/AAAAAAAAAr8/STy4Q0TIn5c/s400/Front_page__Saturda_433471a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166180007809114226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R7H1WnMv4II/AAAAAAAAAsE/qiZJdxPbj2E/s1600-h/Mail+12-2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R7H1WnMv4II/AAAAAAAAAsE/qiZJdxPbj2E/s400/Mail+12-2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166180016399048834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li o Mail ontem e hoje por curiosidade (tinha-o comprado para ter 20% desconto no Debenhams e descontos em viagens de comboio... every little counts como diz a pub do Tesco, e era um desperdício deitá-lo fora sem o ler). Sei que é um jornal de direita e o jornal de maior circulação em Inglaterra (fonte Wiki), com um passado de apoio ao Nazis. Lembro-me no Everytown do Baggini ler o Mail para ver como o comum inglês recebe as suas notícias. Já tinha lido o Mail várias vezes no passado, mas desta vez apetece-me partilhar algumas pérolas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O Paul McCartney ("Sir", pois claro, que qualquer media usa o term "sir" a quem de direito), aka Macca foi explorado por uma tipa que agora lhe quer sacar o dinheiro todo. Ela é mesmo má e detestável e se o Mail pertencesse ao juri do divórcio, era ela que tinha lhe pagar a ele pelo desgosto. Não sei quem tem razão, mas a Heather Mills tem sido julgada na praça pública de modo muito baixo. O jornal de hoje contrastava o ar de preocupado do Macca com a sorriso triunfante da bruxa má.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O Jeremy Paxman da BBC contratou 2 emigrantes romenos para trabalharem na mansão dele e paga-lhes o salário mínimo. E quando os contratou a entrevista de emprego foi agressiva tal como na televisão:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Miss Savin complained: "We didn't know then that he was a scary TV interviewer, but he grilled us. "There was something in the way he was asking the questions. Sometimes he didn't even wait for us to give an answer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;- A Posh Beckham aparece todos os dias nos jornais, mas o Mail reparou que ela já não é nova e o top que ela usou ontem mostrava uma barriguinha um pouco flácida e se há uma coisa que o Mail não perdoa são corpos não tonificados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A Sienna Miller (outra que aparece quase todos os dias, pelo menos no Metro) foi para LA com umas malas muito manhosas (?!). Notícia: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't Sienna afford a decent suitcase? Miss Miller shows off her tatty luggage as she heads for LA  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se Heather Mills teve ou não culpa no divórcio, não sei se o Paxman fez algo de errado na contratação, mas o tom moralista das notícias incomoda. Para não falar do estereótipo de mulher que transmitem a cada página. É um país tão civilizado, mas uma visita à WHSmith aos expositores de jornais e revistas deita por terra essa imagem. Até porque o nível do Daily Mail é apreciado melhor folheando o jornal, já o do The Sun vê-se logo pela capa (basta ver a de Sábado).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-1589769755556079146?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/1589769755556079146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=1589769755556079146' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/1589769755556079146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/1589769755556079146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-mail.html' title='Daily Mail'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R7H1WHMv4HI/AAAAAAAAAr8/STy4Q0TIn5c/s72-c/Front_page__Saturda_433471a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-5802884393925706962</id><published>2008-02-12T18:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-12T19:04:29.264Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portugal'/><title type='text'>Para quando a cura para a megalomania?</title><content type='html'>http://sic.sapo.pt/online/noticias/desporto/20080209+Madaiol+quer+organizacao+conjunta+do+Campeonato+do+Mundo+de+2018.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Campeonato de 2018 com "organização conjunta "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugestão feita por Gilberto Madaíl à Real Federação Espanhola de Futebol&lt;br /&gt;O presidente da Federação Portuguesa de Futebol (FPF), Gilberto Madaíl, sugeriu à Real Federação Espanhola de Futebol (RFEF) a organização conjunta do Campeonato do Mundo de 2018, revelou hoje o presidente do organismo espanhol, Angel Maria Villar&lt;br /&gt;Imprimir&lt;br /&gt;    "O presidente da Federação (Portuguesa de Futebol) falou-me nessa possibilidade e eu não o contestei. Se não contestei é porque estou a pensar", disse Angel Maria Villar, à entrada para o I Fórum do Futebol, que decorre no Centro Nacional de Exposições, em Santarém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O presidente da RFEF considerou que "é sempre interessante" organizar um Mundial, mas Gilberto Madaíl deixou, em declarações à Lusa, a advertência: "Ideias, ideias! Mas, cuidado, nunca podemos passar das ideias à prática sem falar com os Governos", explicou o líder da FPF.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estes portugas são loucos!! Depois de enterrarem milhões em Estádios e na organização do Europeu, lembram-se agora do Mundial!! Sim, por daqui a 10 anos os estádios do Euro estão a precisar de extensas obras manutenção  (manutenção essa que não foi feita entretanto de certeza pois custa caro) e era uma boa oportunidade de sacar esse dinheiro aos nossos bolsos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que não se volte a ouvir falar do Mundial, sinceramente senão é desta que emigro. E tudo porque não gosto de futebol, minimamente*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*excepto que o fêquêpê ganhe qualquer que seja a modalidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-5802884393925706962?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/5802884393925706962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=5802884393925706962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/5802884393925706962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/5802884393925706962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2008/02/para-quando-cura-para-megalomania.html' title='Para quando a cura para a megalomania?'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-1631469543222815448</id><published>2008-02-05T10:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-05T11:03:08.604Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><title type='text'>This England - revista</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R6hB0WlntrI/AAAAAAAAArc/WgPdMu6yp-k/s1600-h/foto+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R6hB0WlntrI/AAAAAAAAArc/WgPdMu6yp-k/s400/foto+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163449340452648626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R6hB0mlntsI/AAAAAAAAArk/ggUmln8gb-E/s1600-h/foto+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R6hB0mlntsI/AAAAAAAAArk/ggUmln8gb-E/s400/foto+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163449344747615938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quando era mais nova lia a revista In Britain que mostra o que de bonito e visitável tem a Grã-Bretanha. Por isso quando vi a revista This is England, pensei que estava perante algo parecido. Mas o subtítulo deveria ter-me logo alertado "for those who love our green and pleasant land" ou a indicação "This England - read by 2 million patriots all over the world".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em primeiro lugar a revista é muito má: as imagens são antigas e encontradas num qualquer arquivo fotográfico com 30 anos, as reproduções parecem aqueles quadros com o menino a chorar que se vendem na rua Sampaio Bruno no Porto acompanhadas por poemas muito pirosos. Mas o pior é mesmo o conteúdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostei particularmente na notícia acerca da "malicious" União Europeia que quer banir os taxis pretos.  E porquê? As suas emissões são "marginalmente superiores" a carros similares e por isso os taxis estão a ser um "target for global-warming zealots". A notícia continua com a inundação de legislação que vem da UE, os ministros subservientes em Whitehall, os "box-ticking bureacrats in Brussels", a "flood of "green" laws emanating from Brussels", terminando com "and England will have lost one of its historic icons as the shiny back cab disppears into the sunset for ever...". A lágrima estava quase a aparecer no canto do meu olho...&lt;br /&gt;Mas a revista tem outras pérolas: a receita do Pudim Patriota, a campanha de autocolantes para o carro "Don't let Europe rule Britannia" com um buldog a dizer "I'm an English Bulldog nor a Brussels sprout", e as capas para o passaporte para cobrir a capa com o símbolo da União Europeia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que comecei por achar piada à estupidez da revista... mas a História mostra que o bom senso é sempre derrotado e a estupidez prevalece, e o que começou por ser divertido perdeu a piada. Lixo que é o único sítio que este "lixo" merece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-1631469543222815448?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/1631469543222815448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=1631469543222815448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/1631469543222815448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/1631469543222815448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-england-revista.html' title='This England - revista'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R6hB0WlntrI/AAAAAAAAArc/WgPdMu6yp-k/s72-c/foto+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-1213053807730636525</id><published>2008-02-05T10:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-05T10:25:15.403Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Londres'/><title type='text'>Varekai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R6g0qmlntoI/AAAAAAAAArE/_GQh_xiFDio/s1600-h/varekai.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R6g0qmlntoI/AAAAAAAAArE/_GQh_xiFDio/s400/varekai.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163434879297762946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R6g4AmlntqI/AAAAAAAAArU/LTbB1cNsvO8/s1600-h/th_RussiansWings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R6g4AmlntqI/AAAAAAAAArU/LTbB1cNsvO8/s400/th_RussiansWings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163438555789768354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R6g35WlntpI/AAAAAAAAArM/cw-ZKnW3jO4/s1600-h/th_TripleTrapeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R6g35WlntpI/AAAAAAAAArM/cw-ZKnW3jO4/s400/th_TripleTrapeze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163438431235716754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fomos ver o &lt;a href="http://www.cirquedusoleil.com/CirqueDuSoleil/en/showstickets/varekai/intro/intro.htm"&gt;Varekai&lt;/a&gt; do Cirque du Soleil depois de no ano passado com o Alegria termos ficado simplesmente deslumbrados com a qualidade do espectáculo. Mas no ano passado as expectativas eram muito baixas, tão baixas que nem tinhamos marcado bilhetes até sermos desafiados (Obrigada N.!!). Este ano, as expectativas eram muito elevadas e, se calhar inevitavelmente, o espectáculo ficou aquém do esperado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada acto em si esteve espectacular como sempre, com uma qualidade e uma mise-en-scène (sempre quis escrever esta palavra!!) impecáveis. As acrobacias, sem rede, são sempre de cortar a respiração. Mas os actos tinham sempre poucas pessoas em palco, 1, 2 ,3 acrobatas e no Alegria havia muitos artistas a fazer o mesmo número.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os cenários não me parece que tenham sido bem conseguidos. Nós estavamos de lado, sobretudo porque os bilhetes eram mais baratos, mas 2/3 das pessoas estava de lado e neste espectáculo o palco imitava uma floresta na parte de trás onde bichos e criaturas se baloiçavamagarrados a enormes estacas. De frente apanhava-se esse colorido a enquadrar os actos, de lado não. No Alegria não senti em momento nenhum que o nosso lugar perdia parte do espectáculo, bem pelo contrário pois num dos actos finais com os trapezistas a acção desenrola-se mesmo em frente dos nossos olhos. No Varekai isso não acontece. Aliás há um acto em que 4 acrobatas estão suspensas (triple trapeze) e que fazem acrobacias como as da imagem acima, mas o trapézio não roda em momento nenhum, pelo que 2/3 dos espectadores não vêem nada porque estão de lado. De vez em quando uma cabeça e uma perna quando elas se dobram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o acto final, quando já pensávamos que ia acabar redime tudo. O Russina Swings enche o palco de pessoas com saltos e acrobacias, cruzamentos em pleno ar, mortais, etc. Lembrava-me do Alegria mais assim, mas se calhar a memória é selectiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não estou arrependida de ter ido ver, mas se o Alegria foi 5 *****, o Varekai foi 4****. Mas foi um espectáculo mais adulto pois onde o Alegria tinha palhacinhos de cara laroca e piadas para crianças, este tinha um mágico que quase fez um strip e uma assistente loira desajeitada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-1213053807730636525?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/1213053807730636525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=1213053807730636525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/1213053807730636525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/1213053807730636525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2008/02/varekai.html' title='Varekai'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R6g0qmlntoI/AAAAAAAAArE/_GQh_xiFDio/s72-c/varekai.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-7609100855073883085</id><published>2008-02-05T09:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-05T09:55:25.379Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiosidades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><title type='text'>Dia das panquecas</title><content type='html'>Hoje é o Dia das Panquecas cá na ilhota. Há 2 semanas que os supermercados nos relembram que este dia se aproxima. Como em tudo por cá, as empresas montam campanhas publicitárias sucessivas para nos levar à compra. Nas lojas já se vê claramente que vem aí o dia dos namorados (com todo o tipo de merchandising com corações), a Páscoa já se vislumbra há algum tempo (com os ovos e a decoração amarela e branca), e  nalguns sítios já se fala do dia da Mãe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interessante é o contexto do Dia das Panquecas, que mais não é do que a 3ªf de Carnaval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pancake Day, or Shrove Tuesday, is the traditional feast day before the start of Lent on Ash Wednesday. Lent - the 40 days leading up to Easter - was traditionally a time of fasting and on Shrove Tuesday Christians went to confession and were "shriven" (absolved from their sins). It was the last opportunity to use eggs and fats before embarking on the Lenten fast and pancakes are the perfect way of using up these ingredients. Fonte: http://www.bbc.co.uk/food/news_and_events/events_pancakeday.shtml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por cá, vou ver se faço umas panquecas para o lanche.  Esta receita vinha no Metro de ontem: one cup of flour, 2 tablespoons sugar, 2 tablespoons baking powder, half teaspoon salt, one large egg, 2 tablespoons melted butter, milk. (add milk until the batter is smooth and has the consistency of cream).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por Portugal é quase-feriado, e os cortejos de Carnaval, como já é tradição, vão ser abençoados por uma chuvinha!! Que é para relembrar que se o Natal é quando o homem quer, o Carnaval também é, mas no Hemisfério Sul, pois no Hemisfério Norte convém ser no Verão. 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href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-mtodo-cientfico.html' title='O Método Científico'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-4491406390340360259</id><published>2008-01-04T21:29:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-04T21:30:56.571Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marretice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portugal'/><title type='text'>Humor português</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R36lf8Fh9XI/AAAAAAAAAq8/_yPKLQeZ4jw/s1600-h/dakar.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R36lf8Fh9XI/AAAAAAAAAq8/_yPKLQeZ4jw/s400/dakar.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151736991882278258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-4491406390340360259?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/4491406390340360259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=4491406390340360259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/4491406390340360259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>A inserir foto do fogo de artifício na Inbicta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citando o verdadeiro artista, Marco Paulo de nome, se 2007 foi um bom ano que 2008 seja igual, se 2007 foi mau, que 2008 seja bem melhor!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-2303512769030882342?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/2303512769030882342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=2303512769030882342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/2303512769030882342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/4197750321511010434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/4197750321511010434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/12/achmed-dead-terrorist.html' title='Achmed, the dead terrorist'/><author><name>Um dos Marretas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18077901469968697691</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-6512073523688569674</id><published>2007-12-19T11:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-19T12:16:28.358Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Londres'/><title type='text'>Feira Popular em Londres</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kIl8Fh9NI/AAAAAAAAAps/_hlsxcwmUek/s1600-h/winter.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kIl8Fh9NI/AAAAAAAAAps/_hlsxcwmUek/s320/winter.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145653497125008594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hydeparkwinterwonderland.com/"&gt;Winter Wonderland &lt;/a&gt;no Hyde Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando li acerca do Winter Wonderland, comecei a imaginar aquela zona enorme do Hyde Park onde se fazem os concertos cheia de barraquinhas de madeira, a vender doces alemães, panquecas, salsichas, bonecos em madeira. O ringue de gelo enorme no centro, a roda gigante com vistas sobre toda a cidade. E luz a sair do parque e a guiar os visitantes de qualquer entrada do parque até esta zona espectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kKk8Fh9TI/AAAAAAAAAqc/HbkCYAmk5WQ/s1600-h/2007-12-15+Londres+239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kKk8Fh9TI/AAAAAAAAAqc/HbkCYAmk5WQ/s320/2007-12-15+Londres+239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145655678968395058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kKYcFh9PI/AAAAAAAAAp8/M9RoShUZwj0/s1600-h/2007-12-15+Londres+217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kKYcFh9PI/AAAAAAAAAp8/M9RoShUZwj0/s320/2007-12-15+Londres+217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145655464220030194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kKlMFh9WI/AAAAAAAAAq0/uqD3a3a2nIk/s1600-h/ice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kKlMFh9WI/AAAAAAAAAq0/uqD3a3a2nIk/s320/ice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145655683263362402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kKk8Fh9UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/YBvCR5L8uJw/s1600-h/2007-12-15+Londres+248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kKk8Fh9UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/YBvCR5L8uJw/s320/2007-12-15+Londres+248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145655678968395074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kKlMFh9VI/AAAAAAAAAqs/VdBiRtGxzhg/s1600-h/2007-12-15+Londres+258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kKlMFh9VI/AAAAAAAAAqs/VdBiRtGxzhg/s320/2007-12-15+Londres+258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145655683263362386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kKYMFh9OI/AAAAAAAAAp0/GXYhEo7Hqs4/s1600-h/2007-12-15+Londres+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kKYMFh9OI/AAAAAAAAAp0/GXYhEo7Hqs4/s320/2007-12-15+Londres+215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145655459925062882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kKY8Fh9SI/AAAAAAAAAqU/0kpbmYmK9WU/s1600-h/2007-12-15+Londres+237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kKY8Fh9SI/AAAAAAAAAqU/0kpbmYmK9WU/s320/2007-12-15+Londres+237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145655472809964834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kKYsFh9QI/AAAAAAAAAqE/NhTIDJjpMhQ/s1600-h/2007-12-15+Londres+221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kKYsFh9QI/AAAAAAAAAqE/NhTIDJjpMhQ/s320/2007-12-15+Londres+221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145655468514997506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kKYsFh9RI/AAAAAAAAAqM/4NhBE1709F0/s1600-h/2007-12-15+Londres+228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kKYsFh9RI/AAAAAAAAAqM/4NhBE1709F0/s320/2007-12-15+Londres+228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145655468514997522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;Mais um golpe de marketing e caímos nele!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt; Meio dúzia de carroceis para os miúdos. Mais parecia a feira popular. Até mansão assombrada tinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;O ringue de gelo pequeno do tamanho do daqui de Reading, mas cheio de pessoas, e esgotado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt; Barraquinhas, tinha umas 10, das quais uma vendia salsichas, uma mulled wine e cerveja, outra waffles. O parque mal iluminado na zona do "Wonderland" e nem pinta de luz no resto do parque (ainda bem que entrámos pelo Hyde Park corner, pois se entrassemos pelo Marble Arch ficavamos sem carteira de certeza).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;Muito muito fraquinho. E poupar na luz é que era desnecessário. Se calhar no próximo ano vai ser melhor, mas com tantos mercados de Natal a decorrer nesta altura seria de esperar que a feira de Natal da capital fosse melhorzinha, ou pelo menos melhor do que uma feira popular itinerante em Portugal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-6512073523688569674?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/6512073523688569674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=6512073523688569674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/6512073523688569674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/6512073523688569674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/12/winter-wonderland-no-hyde-park-quando.html' title='Feira Popular em Londres'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kIl8Fh9NI/AAAAAAAAAps/_hlsxcwmUek/s72-c/winter.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-3530662476175057750</id><published>2007-12-19T11:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-19T11:55:30.935Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Londres'/><title type='text'>Onde está o Wally?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kGlsFh9JI/AAAAAAAAApM/OE9AJu5z3sU/s1600-h/2007-12+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kGlsFh9JI/AAAAAAAAApM/OE9AJu5z3sU/s320/2007-12+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145651293806785682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kGl8Fh9KI/AAAAAAAAApU/UIBZ6Ogutmc/s1600-h/2007-12+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kGl8Fh9KI/AAAAAAAAApU/UIBZ6Ogutmc/s320/2007-12+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145651298101752994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kGl8Fh9LI/AAAAAAAAApc/XGIR1tz8TcQ/s1600-h/2007-12+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kGl8Fh9LI/AAAAAAAAApc/XGIR1tz8TcQ/s320/2007-12+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145651298101753010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kGl8Fh9MI/AAAAAAAAApk/RWNDCONp574/s1600-h/2007-12+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kGl8Fh9MI/AAAAAAAAApk/RWNDCONp574/s320/2007-12+070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145651298101753026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deve estar a fazer fila no Hamley's!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Acho que a seguir à loja da Apple e ao Harrod's, o Hamley's é a loja mais overated the Londres. A primeira vez que lá entrei pensei que seria como a loja de brinquedos do filme Big em Nova Iorque (onde ainda não fui). Mas apenas é um Toys'r'us na vertical. E não sei porque se fazem filas, controladas por polícia, para entrar. Na amazon e no Tesco vendem os mesmo brinquedos e mais barato. Hypes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-3530662476175057750?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/3530662476175057750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=3530662476175057750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/3530662476175057750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/3530662476175057750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/12/onde-est-o-wally.html' title='Onde está o Wally?'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kGlsFh9JI/AAAAAAAAApM/OE9AJu5z3sU/s72-c/2007-12+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-6537864696281549546</id><published>2007-12-19T11:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-19T11:49:44.598Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiosidades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Londres'/><title type='text'>Spot the difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kEz8Fh9II/AAAAAAAAApE/JslK52DaI6I/s1600-h/2007-12+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kEz8Fh9II/AAAAAAAAApE/JslK52DaI6I/s320/2007-12+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145649339596665986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kEyMFh9HI/AAAAAAAAAo8/HVli34qFrjs/s1600-h/2007-12+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kEyMFh9HI/AAAAAAAAAo8/HVli34qFrjs/s320/2007-12+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145649309531894898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual a diferença entre a iluminação de Natal da Oxford Street deste ano em relação ao ano passado? Nenhuma, excepto que este ano desejam um "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0461770/"&gt;Enchanted&lt;/a&gt;" Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho para o negócio já nós sabiamos que os ingleses tinham!! Scrooges, reciclando as luzes do ano passado, também já sabiamos. Os pobres dos turistas é que caem sempre na esparrelha que vir ver as luzes de Natal a Londres... mal eles sabem que cheiram a nafetalina!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-6537864696281549546?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/6537864696281549546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=6537864696281549546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/6537864696281549546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/6537864696281549546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/12/spot-difference.html' title='Spot the difference'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kEz8Fh9II/AAAAAAAAApE/JslK52DaI6I/s72-c/2007-12+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-8121015719114388787</id><published>2007-12-19T11:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-19T11:44:01.186Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teatro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Londres'/><title type='text'>The Country Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kCVcFh9GI/AAAAAAAAAo0/JXp5getc4wM/s1600-h/Country+wife4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kCVcFh9GI/AAAAAAAAAo0/JXp5getc4wM/s320/Country+wife4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145646616587400290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Country_Wife"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The Country Wife is a Restoration comedy written in 1675 by William Wycherley. A product of the tolerant early Restoration period, the play reflects an aristocratic and anti-Puritan ideology, and was controversial for its sexual explicitness even in its own time. Even its title contains a lewd pun. It is based on several plays by Molière, with added features that 1670s &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; audiences demanded: colloquial prose dialogue in place of Molière's verse, a complicated, fast-paced plot tangle, and many sex jokes. It turns on two indelicate plot devices: a rake's trick of pretending impotence in order to safely have clandestine affairs with married women, and the arrival in London of an inexperienced young "country wife", with her discovery of the joys of town life, especially the fascinating London men.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The scandalous trick and the frank language have for much of the play's history kept it off the stage and out of print. Between 1753 and 1924, The Country Wife was considered too outrageous to be performed at all and was replaced on the stage by David Garrick's cleaned-up and bland version The Country Girl, now a forgotten curiosity.[1] The original play is again a stage favourite today, and is also acclaimed by academic critics, who praise its linguistic energy, sharp social satire, and openness to different interpretations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Se não soubesse que a peça era de 1675, nunca teria adivinhado. Diálogos rápidos, trocadilhos e humor podiam perfeitamente ser tirados de uma peça contemporânea. É uma sátira à moral e costumes que ainda hoje se aplica, pois pelos vistos o puritanismo de há 300 anos atrás continua bem presente.&lt;br /&gt;Continuando a ler a entrada na Wikipedia, fiquei a saber que esta foi das primeiras peças a ter actrizes em palco, e não actores vestidos de mulher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-8121015719114388787?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/8121015719114388787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=8121015719114388787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/8121015719114388787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/8121015719114388787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/12/country-wife.html' title='The Country Wife'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2kCVcFh9GI/AAAAAAAAAo0/JXp5getc4wM/s72-c/Country+wife4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-9186790823935337190</id><published>2007-12-19T11:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-19T11:20:40.171Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OnTour'/><title type='text'>Birmingham</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2j95MFh9AI/AAAAAAAAAoE/oxTXJfNr8xg/s1600-h/2007-12-14+Birm+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2j95MFh9AI/AAAAAAAAAoE/oxTXJfNr8xg/s320/2007-12-14+Birm+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145641733209584642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2j95cFh9CI/AAAAAAAAAoU/wBQEo2pKwZw/s1600-h/2007-12-14+Birm+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2j95cFh9CI/AAAAAAAAAoU/wBQEo2pKwZw/s320/2007-12-14+Birm+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145641737504551970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2j95cFh9BI/AAAAAAAAAoM/UJiPA3-C7FU/s1600-h/2007-12-14+Birm+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2j95cFh9BI/AAAAAAAAAoM/UJiPA3-C7FU/s320/2007-12-14+Birm+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145641737504551954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2j95sFh9DI/AAAAAAAAAoc/TsSkmJJcEqA/s1600-h/2007-12-14+Birm+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2j95sFh9DI/AAAAAAAAAoc/TsSkmJJcEqA/s320/2007-12-14+Birm+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145641741799519282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2j9K8Fh88I/AAAAAAAAAnk/6GYgUgvSnkU/s1600-h/2007-12-14+Birm+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2j9K8Fh88I/AAAAAAAAAnk/6GYgUgvSnkU/s320/2007-12-14+Birm+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145640938640634818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2j95sFh9EI/AAAAAAAAAok/7hRKaF9ltII/s1600-h/2007-12-14+Birm+206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2j95sFh9EI/AAAAAAAAAok/7hRKaF9ltII/s320/2007-12-14+Birm+206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145641741799519298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2j9K8Fh87I/AAAAAAAAAnc/sSRBXSHR0Gk/s1600-h/2007-12-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2j9K8Fh87I/AAAAAAAAAnc/sSRBXSHR0Gk/s320/2007-12-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145640938640634802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2j9LMFh89I/AAAAAAAAAns/07395LWz_lo/s1600-h/2007-12-14+Birm+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2j9LMFh89I/AAAAAAAAAns/07395LWz_lo/s320/2007-12-14+Birm+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145640942935602130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birmingham é a segunda cidade de Inglaterra e foi com curiosidade que chegámos a Birmingham New Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O centro é pequeno, tal como na outra grande cidade Manchester, o que aponta para um modelo de cidade com serviços e comércio no centro e a população a viver fora e a comutar diariamente. Também Reading tem um centro pequeno delimitado pelo comboio e por vias de entrada e saída da cidade. Em todos estes casos, a zona central é pedonal, o que torna essa área agradável de visitar e passar o dia às compras ou numa esplanada. Para viver, se calhar já é outra história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A High Street é muito parecida onde quer que vamos. As lojas são as mesmas, os prédios novos sempre muito parecidos, mas as fachadas antigas, que sobreviveram aos anos 70 e 80, agora restauradas dão um ar pitoresco às cidades e são essas fachadas que distinguem o traço de cada cidade inglesa, já que os Starbucks e as Zaras são sempre iguais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birmingham consegue aliar prédios muito feios (confesso a minha ignorância arquitectónica, mas parecem-me dos anos 70 e 80, sobretudo cinzentos) com edifícios restaurados e construções modernas. E como é uma cidade com um relevo acentuado, coexistem zonas degradadas num nível mais baixo com zonas nobres novas em cima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A baixa (que neste caso era "alta") foi renovada com ajuda da União Europeia. Devo confessar que é a primeira vez que vejo uma referência à UE desde que cá estou. A imagem que os políticos de cá gostam de passar é que só contribuem e não recebem nada em troca.&lt;br /&gt;Era bom que os políticos da minha terra dessem uns passeios e vissem o que de bom se faz pela Europa. E podiam começar por Birmingham, onde reza a história se cometeram as maiores atrocidades arquitectónicas com a destruição de edifícios antigos para construir prédios feios e pouco característicos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui ficam algumas vistas do centro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-9186790823935337190?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/9186790823935337190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=9186790823935337190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/9186790823935337190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/9186790823935337190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/12/birmingham.html' title='Birmingham'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2j95MFh9AI/AAAAAAAAAoE/oxTXJfNr8xg/s72-c/2007-12-14+Birm+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-6187049605467899846</id><published>2007-12-19T10:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-19T10:57:15.054Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OnTour'/><title type='text'>It's Christmas time in Birmingham</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2j4HMFh85I/AAAAAAAAAnM/EJoV2V_MDgY/s1600-h/2007-12-14+Birm+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2j4HMFh85I/AAAAAAAAAnM/EJoV2V_MDgY/s320/2007-12-14+Birm+190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145635376657986450" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2j4G8Fh84I/AAAAAAAAAnE/1n_lEEDp-xQ/s1600-h/2007-12-14+Birm+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2j4G8Fh84I/AAAAAAAAAnE/1n_lEEDp-xQ/s320/2007-12-14+Birm+142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145635372363019138" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2j3wsFh8yI/AAAAAAAAAmU/KKhndyeAr2k/s1600-h/2007-12-14+Birm+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2j3wsFh8yI/AAAAAAAAAmU/KKhndyeAr2k/s320/2007-12-14+Birm+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145634990110929698" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2j3xMFh82I/AAAAAAAAAm0/lPi2fRzyKLQ/s1600-h/2007-12-14+Birm+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2j3xMFh82I/AAAAAAAAAm0/lPi2fRzyKLQ/s320/2007-12-14+Birm+112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145634998700864354" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2j3w8Fh80I/AAAAAAAAAmk/Yrrbndg-KEE/s1600-h/2007-12-14+Birm+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2j3w8Fh80I/AAAAAAAAAmk/Yrrbndg-KEE/s320/2007-12-14+Birm+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145634994405897026" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2j3xMFh81I/AAAAAAAAAms/2Ngv1oQofys/s1600-h/2007-12-14+Birm+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2j3xMFh81I/AAAAAAAAAms/2Ngv1oQofys/s320/2007-12-14+Birm+099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145634998700864338" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.birmingham.gov.uk/GenerateContent?CONTENT_ITEM_ID=68503&amp;amp;CONTENT_ITEM_TYPE=0&amp;amp;MENU_ID=0"&gt;Supostamente&lt;/a&gt; Birmingham tem o maior mercado de Natal alemão fora da Alemanha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-6187049605467899846?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/6187049605467899846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=6187049605467899846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/6187049605467899846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/6187049605467899846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-christmas-time-in-birmingham.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas time in Birmingham'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R2j4HMFh85I/AAAAAAAAAnM/EJoV2V_MDgY/s72-c/2007-12-14+Birm+190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-4788661322122151017</id><published>2007-11-22T19:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-22T19:46:21.942Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><title type='text'>Árvores zen, comboios e bueiros</title><content type='html'>Se a árvore cai na floresta e ninguém a ouve, que barulho faz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do email da Newsnight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today's Quote for the Day:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We apologise for the late arrival of the  train this morning. This is due to the large number of passengers boarding at  each station." Announcement at Waterloo Station, London. &lt;/blockquote&gt;Se o comboio não levar passageiros, adianta chegar a horas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem o comboio em que ia parou várias vezes no meio do nada. O "train manager" lá explicou que os atrasos se deviam ... à chuva. É Novembro, é normal chover.&lt;br /&gt;Não me esqueço de no ano passado ter nevado. Foi bonito, realmente, mas até parece que não neva cá dado o caos que se vivia em Waterloo nesses dias!! Este ano, espero que neve outra vez, mas não nos dias em que preciso de usar o comboio!! E quem dera que a primavera chegue depressa, pois este até parece um país tropical pelo estado em que ficam os transportes e pelo mau escoamento das águas em espaço urbano. E ficava eu espantada quando em Portugal os bueiros entupiam... cá é igual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-4788661322122151017?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/4788661322122151017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=4788661322122151017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/4788661322122151017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/4788661322122151017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/11/rvores-zen-comboios-e-bueiros.html' title='Árvores zen, comboios e bueiros'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-4693233851409498368</id><published>2007-11-18T18:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-19T09:03:41.137Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teatro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Londres'/><title type='text'>Fiddler on the roof</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R0CCHxRGmVI/AAAAAAAAAl8/wNmxB7XLfsM/s1600-h/2007-11-14+Fiddler2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R0CCHxRGmVI/AAAAAAAAAl8/wNmxB7XLfsM/s320/2007-11-14+Fiddler2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134246645198133586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R0CCIRRGmWI/AAAAAAAAAmE/etSgikCOrcw/s1600-h/2007-11-14+Fiddler4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R0CCIRRGmWI/AAAAAAAAAmE/etSgikCOrcw/s320/2007-11-14+Fiddler4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134246653788068194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a rich man... já dizia a minha professora de inglês para nos ensinar esta declinação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fiddler_on_the_Roof"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Fiddler on the Roof is a musical with music by Jerry Bock, lyrics by Sheldon Harnick, and book by Joseph Stein, set in Tsarist Russia in 1905. The story centers on Tevye, the father of five daughters, and his attempts to maintain his family and religious traditions while outside influences encroach upon their lives. He must cope with both the strong-willed actions of his three older daughters—each daughter's choice of husband moves progressively further away from established customs—and with the edict of the Tsar that evicts the Jews from their village. … &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The Fiddler is a metaphor for survival, through tradition and joyfulness, in a life of uncertainty and imbalance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos nós ver um musical à espera de palhaçadas e canções castiças (à Andrew Lloyd Weber) e sai-nos uma peça sobre família, tradição e perseguições anti-semitas. Mas muito bem conseguido. E o Teatro Savoy é espectacular. E ao contrário dos outros teatros de Londres, desce-se vários níveis para a plateia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-4693233851409498368?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/4693233851409498368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=4693233851409498368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/4693233851409498368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/4693233851409498368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/11/fiddler-on-roof.html' title='Fiddler on the roof'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R0CCHxRGmVI/AAAAAAAAAl8/wNmxB7XLfsM/s72-c/2007-11-14+Fiddler2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-3229079116149465396</id><published>2007-11-18T17:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-18T18:33:56.357Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teatro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Londres'/><title type='text'>Sharks, Lions and Lambs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R0CAlRRGmUI/AAAAAAAAAl0/fXLg7svg2o4/s1600-h/2007-11-08+Sharks+Lions+Lambs+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R0CAlRRGmUI/AAAAAAAAAl0/fXLg7svg2o4/s320/2007-11-08+Sharks+Lions+Lambs+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134244952981018946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R0CAlBRGmTI/AAAAAAAAAls/6-A25iT5IvU/s1600-h/2007-11-08+Lions.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R0CAlBRGmTI/AAAAAAAAAls/6-A25iT5IvU/s320/2007-11-08+Lions.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134244948686051634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;No mesmo dia fomos ver Sharks, Lions e Lambs. Até parece de propósito.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;A tarde começou com a peça &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Swimming with Sharks&lt;/span&gt; com o Christian Slater (que mal apareceu em palco levou logo com palmas... é estranho quando as pessoas aplaudem alguém sem essa pessoa ter feito algo...). A peça é rápida, bem estruturada e com um final surpreendente. Não exige grande esforço nem pede grandes reflexões no final. E sendo baseada num filme, não é de estranhar que seja de agradável visionamento. No entanto falta-lhe aquele ingrediente especial que o teatro normalmente acrescenta a uma história. Tarde bem passada, mas pouco mais do que isso.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;O &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lions for Lambs&lt;/span&gt;, em ante-estreia promovida pelo Guardian, foi uma experiência mais forte. O filme tem muitas falhas, mas consegue agregar muitas das críticas quanto à ida para a guerra com o/no Iraque. É assumidamente anti-guerra, não só na história, mas na própria promoção. É dos primeiros filmes a serem lançados sobre este tema, o que o salva em parte. Segundo nos foi explicado antes do filme começar, normalmente filmes sobre a guerra costumam ter aprovação do Pentágono, mas este não teve, o que supostamente o torna um filme corajoso... seria de pensar que no país defensor da liberdade de expressão não seria precisa grande coragem para criticar a administração, mas isso sou eu a pensar alto... Metade da história (a da repórter e do senador) está bem construída, mas a história do professor e do aluno precisava de ter sido repensada. Com a pressa de lançar a primeira grande crítica à guerra, menosprezaram a narrativa. Mas as questões e dúvidas estão lá. É só pena, que apenas muda o cenário, pois com este filme apetece dizer “been there, done that” com tantos outros filmes sobre tantas outras guerras. Mas um grande mérito tem este filme, o não ter esperado pelo fim da guerra para gerar o debate.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-3229079116149465396?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/3229079116149465396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=3229079116149465396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/3229079116149465396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/3229079116149465396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/11/sharks-lions-and-lambs.html' title='Sharks, Lions and Lambs'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/R0CAlRRGmUI/AAAAAAAAAl0/fXLg7svg2o4/s72-c/2007-11-08+Sharks+Lions+Lambs+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-1370716513553498230</id><published>2007-10-30T09:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-30T09:21:41.502Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porto'/><title type='text'>Aeroporto cresce à boleia das novas rotas "low cost"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="arial_11_preto"&gt;JN, 30-10-2007&lt;br /&gt;http://jn.sapo.pt/2007/10/30/porto/aeroporto_cresce_a_boleia_novas_rota.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pisa, Estocolmo e Valência&lt;/span&gt; são os destinos para onde a Ryanair começa a voar esta semana a partir do Aeroporto do Porto. Rumo à cidade italiana levantou, ontem, o primeiro voo a preços baixos, sendo que, para os primeiros três dias, está garantida uma ocupação dos aviões de 75%. A Suécia entra hoje na lista dos destinos baratos e amanhã mais uma cidade espanhola, depois de&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Madrid, Barcelona e Palma de Maiorca&lt;/span&gt;. À boleia das companhias "low cost", o aeroporto Francisco Sá Carneiro não pára de crescer e prepara-se para alcançar a meta dos quatro milhões de passageiros no final do ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos meses de Julho, Agosto e Setembro - a época alta do turismo - passaram pelo Aeroporto do Porto 1,3 milhões de passageiros. Destes, quase 400 mil vieram a bordo de companhias low cost. Em suma, as viagens de baixo custo já representam 30% do tráfego de passageiros de Pedras Rubras e a tendência é para aumentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No total, já são 19 destinos europeus acessíveis a quase todas as bolsas. A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryanair&lt;/span&gt; continua a ser a companhia aérea que mais aposta no Porto, mas há outras cinco - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Air Berlin, Clickair, Easyjet, TUIfly, Volareweb&lt;/span&gt; - a quererem posicionar-se no mercado (ver infografia sobre as rotas de baixo custo que partem do Porto). Em Abril do próximo ano, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Easyjet&lt;/span&gt; já anunciou que vai arrancar com voos do Porto para &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paris e Lyon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a TAP a cancelar voos do Porto, ainda o que nos resta são as Low-Cost. Não deixa de ser interessante que as low-cost dão razão à "mão invisível do Adam Smith". De facto se todos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="arial_11_preto"&gt; (os de custo-baixo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="arial_11_preto"&gt; procurarem maximizar o seu bem-estar, a sociedade (que come tripas) sai beneficiada.&lt;br /&gt;Para isto, por que é que precisámos de uma companhia de bandeira?? Medalha do dia de Portugal aos Michael O'Learys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-1370716513553498230?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/1370716513553498230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=1370716513553498230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/1370716513553498230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/1370716513553498230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/10/aeroporto-cresce-boleia-das-novas-rotas.html' title='Aeroporto cresce à boleia das novas rotas &quot;low cost&quot;'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-3347510594778050482</id><published>2007-10-30T09:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-30T09:22:06.112Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porto'/><title type='text'>Há luz ao fundo ... da rua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jn.sapo.pt/2007/10/30/porto/habitacoes_a_sao_mais_procuradas_bai.html"&gt;&lt;span class="arial_18_preto"&gt;Habitações T0 a T2 são as mais procuradas na Baixa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial_11_preto"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A Baixa do Porto ainda é pouco atraente para as grandes famílias. O mercado imobiliário despertou nos últimos dois anos, mas são os jovens e os casais sem filhos que mais procuram habitação num edifício reabilitado no centro da cidade. A mediadora CB Richard Ellis Predibisa, que cessa a parceria com a Loja de Reabilitação Urbana da Porto Vivo no final deste mês, assegura que as tipologias mais pretendidas vão do T0 a T2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O retrato do cliente actual da Baixa é jovem em início de carreira e/ou pessoa com nível cultural elevado, que se interessa por residir numa casa "com todas as comodidades" num prédio recuperado. "Ainda não há procura de habitações com tipologias muito elevadas. A grande procura é, actualmente, de T0 a T2. O preço médio das habitações ronda os valores a que foram vendidos os apartamentos da Porto Vivo na Rua das Flores", especifica José Maria Magalhães, responsável pela área de reabilitação da Baixa do Porto na mediadora, sublinhando que o edifício da Papelaria Reis serve de indicador para o mercado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não havia uma bitola. A recuperação desse prédio na Rua das Flores serviu para conhecer as dificuldades destas intervenções e para os promotores ficarem a saber se existem interessados em viver na Baixa.E a procura foi enorme", acrescenta. A alienação das seis casas, concluídas em Maio do ano passado, foi feita por sorteio. Houve 180 inscrições. Os preços de venda dos apartamentos rodaram os 145 mil euros. Hoje, esse preço serve de indicador para o mercado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As ruas das Flores, de Sá da Bandeira, Almada, do Bonjardim, de Mouzinho da Silveira e de Miguel Bombarda e a Praça de Carlos Alberto são as zonas mais procuradas pelos interessados em viver no centro do Porto, de acordo com os dados da CB Richard Ellis Predibisa, que já vendeu 1250 metros quadrados na Baixa, rendendo 12,5 milhões de euros. "São áreas muito variadas, desde prédios pequenos de 200 metros quadrados a edifícios maiores", concretiza José Maria Magalhães. Até ao final deste mês, a mediadora, que está na Loja de Reabilitação Urbana desde a abertura em Setembro 2005, fechará os acordos para a alienação de mais 6500 metros quadrados, que correspondem a um encaixe de 2,5 milhões.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JN, 30-10-2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só se lembram disto agora?? Para esta marreta, é com pena que centro de cidade é centro de Reading/ Londres e não do Puôrto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-3347510594778050482?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/3347510594778050482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=3347510594778050482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/3347510594778050482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/3347510594778050482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/10/h-luz-ao-fundo-da-rua.html' title='Há luz ao fundo ... da rua'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-3987043614690623018</id><published>2007-10-26T19:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-26T20:00:09.992Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porto'/><title type='text'>Casa da Música</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.channel4.com/4homes/media/S/stirling_prize/2007_vote_title.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.channel4.com/4homes/media/S/stirling_prize/2007_vote_title.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="articleProps"&gt;&lt;div class="content"&gt;A &lt;a href="http://www.channel4.com/4homes/microsites/S/stirling_prize/2007/judges.html" class="main" rel="nofollow"&gt;panel of expert judges&lt;/a&gt; will vote for the winner of the Stirling Prize, but we want to know which building the public likes best. This is your chance to vote for your favourite building from the &lt;a href="http://www.channel4.com/4homes/microsites/S/stirling_prize/2007/shortlist.html" class="main" rel="nofollow"&gt;Stirling Prize 2007 shortlist&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                                                                               Which of these buildings do you think is most deserving of the RIBA Stirling Prize 2007?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.channel4.com/4homes/microsites/S/stirling_prize/2007/vote.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casa da Música: 84% votos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-3987043614690623018?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/3987043614690623018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=3987043614690623018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/3987043614690623018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/3987043614690623018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/10/casa-da-msica.html' title='Casa da Música'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-3731260629167036339</id><published>2007-10-24T18:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-24T18:43:41.043Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiosidades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading'/><title type='text'>Michael Palin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rx-R6_9-tYI/AAAAAAAAAlU/jl1DmyGO8CU/s1600-h/2007-10-24+Michael+Palin+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rx-R6_9-tYI/AAAAAAAAAlU/jl1DmyGO8CU/s400/2007-10-24+Michael+Palin+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124975343760749954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tive o privilégio de conhecer um dos meus ídolos de juventude: o Michael Palin. Na sessão de autógrafos a propósito do New Europe na WH Smith de cá da terra, lá era eu a 62ª da fila, com a minha cópia do pesado hardback e com a cópia para o meu irmão. Chegada a minha vez, pensava eu que ia ser só a assinatura, mas tive direito a conversa e tudo!! Fiquei a saber que ele nunca foi a Portugal, e que planeava ir, e que já tinha ouvido coisas boas a propósito do Porto. Não só tive direito a assinatura, mas a confirmar que é uma pessoa amável e gentil e com gosto em conhecer as pessoas na fila. Assim, vale a pena ter ídolos!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-3731260629167036339?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/3731260629167036339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=3731260629167036339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/3731260629167036339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/3731260629167036339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/10/michael-palin.html' title='Michael Palin'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rx-R6_9-tYI/AAAAAAAAAlU/jl1DmyGO8CU/s72-c/2007-10-24+Michael+Palin+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-3329795312228706230</id><published>2007-10-24T18:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-10-25T08:15:20.292Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Seeing, numa livraria em Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rx-Qlv9-tXI/AAAAAAAAAlM/gVps10Mj5Gs/s1600-h/2007-10-24+Michael+Palin+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rx-Qlv9-tXI/AAAAAAAAAlM/gVps10Mj5Gs/s320/2007-10-24+Michael+Palin+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124973879176902002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-3329795312228706230?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/3329795312228706230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=3329795312228706230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/3329795312228706230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/3329795312228706230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/10/seing-numa-livraria-em-reading.html' title='Seeing, numa livraria em Reading'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rx-Qlv9-tXI/AAAAAAAAAlM/gVps10Mj5Gs/s72-c/2007-10-24+Michael+Palin+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-4020353177521301976</id><published>2007-10-17T20:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-17T20:24:33.833Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Stardust ou um conto de fadas à inglesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RxZt0EDMo2I/AAAAAAAAAlE/tAgp3-b5daA/s1600-h/STARDUST.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RxZt0EDMo2I/AAAAAAAAAlE/tAgp3-b5daA/s320/STARDUST.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122402367388296034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fomos ver o &lt;a href="http://www.stardustmovie.com/"&gt;Stardust&lt;/a&gt;. Sim, um conto de fadas... mas a cavalo dado não se olha o dente. E o filme teve cavalos, cabras, ratinhos e piada, muita piada. É de facto um conto de fadas para adultos e com (algum) humor inglês. Valeu a pena pelo Robert de Niro como Captain Shakespeare, mas um pouco (bastante) efeminado... Eu gostei particularmente do noivo de uma das personagens ir até Ipswich comprar o anel de noivado!! Ipswich!&lt;br /&gt;A aldeia inglesa de Wall, Starry Sky e o Kingdom of Stormhold estão muito bem caracterizados e se este filme fosse bem sucedido, faria por Inglaterra aquilo que o Senhor dos Aneis fez pela Nova Zelândia. Mas com referências a obscuros locais como Ipswich dificilmente será tão bem sucedido. É pena pois é muito original.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-4020353177521301976?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/4020353177521301976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=4020353177521301976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/4020353177521301976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/4020353177521301976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/10/stardust-ou-um-conto-de-fadas-inglesa.html' title='Stardust ou um conto de fadas à inglesa'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RxZt0EDMo2I/AAAAAAAAAlE/tAgp3-b5daA/s72-c/STARDUST.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-584282445037152090</id><published>2007-10-17T07:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-17T07:58:55.802Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiosidades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><title type='text'>Literatura e ... apostas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RxXAfEDMo1I/AAAAAAAAAk8/m18CU41D17k/s1600-h/booker.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RxXAfEDMo1I/AAAAAAAAAk8/m18CU41D17k/s320/booker.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122211791099437906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realmente aposta-se em tudo por cá.&lt;br /&gt;Ontem foi anunciado o &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/7046443.stm"&gt;Booker Prize de literatur&lt;/a&gt;a. Não imaginava é que nas casas de apostas se andasse a discutir os méritos relativos de obras literárias lançadas no último ano. Viciados em apostas, mas cultos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-584282445037152090?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/584282445037152090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=584282445037152090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/584282445037152090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/584282445037152090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/10/literatura-e-apostas.html' title='Literatura e ... apostas'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RxXAfEDMo1I/AAAAAAAAAk8/m18CU41D17k/s72-c/booker.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-5360624176841097601</id><published>2007-10-15T13:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-15T13:43:15.942Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marretice'/><title type='text'>O egocentrismo é feio, não é?</title><content type='html'>Estava com dificuldade em encontrar notícias sobre os Nobel da Economia que foram anunciados hoje e resolvi ir ver o que o Levitt tinha a dizer.&lt;br /&gt;Que exercício de egocentrismo. Qualquer dia o ego dele rebenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small class="post-date" id="day_15"&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;October 15, 2007,  9:05 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://freakonomics.blogs.nytimes.com/2007/10/15/chicago-economist-roger-myerson-one-of-three-to-win-nobel/"&gt;Chicago Economist Roger Myerson One of Three to Win Nobel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Steven D. Levitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was delighted to wake up this morning and discover that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I have yet another Nobel Laureate as a colleague&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; --&gt; Isto é que é importante, saber que um dos premiados é colega do Levitt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Congratulations to Roger Myerson! (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And also to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Eric Maskin and Leo Hurwicz, who shared the prize.) &lt;/span&gt;--&gt; sim, 3 economistas partilham o prémio mas o colega do Levitt é o mais importante.&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t know Hurwicz personally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m embarrassed to say I don’t even know his research, for that matter. He must be at least 90 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&gt; Esta informação está ao nível da revista Gente "Eu não o conheço, mas cruzei-me com ele uma vez. E sou tão mais novo do que o velhote!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-5360624176841097601?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/5360624176841097601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=5360624176841097601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/5360624176841097601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/5360624176841097601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-egocentrismo-feio.html' title='O egocentrismo é feio, não é?'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-5569617092361172286</id><published>2007-10-13T18:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-10-13T18:38:23.290Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiosidades'/><title type='text'>No sentido dos ponteiros do relógio ou em sentido contrário?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.news.com.au/common/imagedata/0,,5687820,00.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.news.com.au/common/imagedata/0,,5687820,00.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/dailytelegraph/story/0,22049,22535838-5012895,00.html"&gt;http://www.news.com.au/dailytelegraph/story/0,22049,22535838-5012895,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your mind's perception of which direction she is spinning is guided by the dominant hemisphere of your brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right-brain people see clockwise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;left-brain people see counter-clockwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which one do you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and if you focus, you can make her change direction!  try it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEFT BRAIN FUNCTIONS&lt;br /&gt;uses logic&lt;br /&gt;detail oriented&lt;br /&gt;facts rule&lt;br /&gt;words and language&lt;br /&gt;present and past&lt;br /&gt;math and science&lt;br /&gt;can comprehend&lt;br /&gt;knowing&lt;br /&gt;acknowledges&lt;br /&gt;order/pattern perception&lt;br /&gt;knows object name&lt;br /&gt;reality based&lt;br /&gt;forms strategies&lt;br /&gt;practical&lt;br /&gt;safe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT BRAIN FUNCTIONS&lt;br /&gt;uses feeling&lt;br /&gt;"big picture" oriented&lt;br /&gt;imagination rules&lt;br /&gt;symbols and images&lt;br /&gt;present and future&lt;br /&gt;philosophy &amp;amp; religion&lt;br /&gt;can "get it" (i.e. meaning)&lt;br /&gt;believes&lt;br /&gt;appreciates&lt;br /&gt;spatial perception&lt;br /&gt;knows object function&lt;br /&gt;fantasy based&lt;br /&gt;presents possibilities&lt;br /&gt;impetuous&lt;br /&gt;risk taking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-5569617092361172286?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/5569617092361172286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=5569617092361172286' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/5569617092361172286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/5569617092361172286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-sentido-dos-ponteiros-do-relgio-ou.html' title='No sentido dos ponteiros do relógio ou em sentido contrário?'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-1956292364548269448</id><published>2007-10-11T13:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-11T17:21:40.942Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiosidades'/><title type='text'>Gadgets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.find-me-a-gift.co.uk/images/product_images/obs033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.find-me-a-gift.co.uk/images/product_images/obs033.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.find-me-a-gift.co.uk/images/product_images/lmt002-USB-Hamster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.find-me-a-gift.co.uk/images/product_images/lmt002-USB-Hamster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.find-me-a-gift.co.uk/images/product_images/thu009-USB-Pole-Dancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.find-me-a-gift.co.uk/images/product_images/thu009-USB-Pole-Dancer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.find-me-a-gift.co.uk/images/product_images/seh014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.find-me-a-gift.co.uk/images/product_images/seh014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.find-me-a-gift.co.uk/images/product_images/blu039-Panic-Button.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.find-me-a-gift.co.uk/images/product_images/blu039-Panic-Button.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos em época de Prémios Nobel, o que me fez lembrar os Ig Awards para investigação ... inútil. E no mesmo registo lembrei-me de compilar alguns gadgets inúteis que podemos comprar para o nosso computador e ligar ao USB:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;USB Cup Warmer / USB Mug Warmer,  USB Hamster Wheel, USB Pole dancer, USB Java lamp, USB Panic Button (&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;"Once (frantically) hit, The Panic Button USB Toy switches between those crucial-conversations and a mighty-convincing ‘Spreadsheet’ that you’ve been ‘Working on’.")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;Quem inventou estas maravilhas merecia um prémio... Ig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-1956292364548269448?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/1956292364548269448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=1956292364548269448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/1956292364548269448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/1956292364548269448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/10/gadgets.html' title='Gadgets'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-6171378010786310228</id><published>2007-10-10T14:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-10T14:14:23.924Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marretice'/><title type='text'>O Abrupto</title><content type='html'>Sou um leitor diário (ou quase) do Abrupto, não porque me identifico politicamente com os ideais defendidos por Parcheco Pereira mas mais pela forma como ele defende os seus argumentos. No entanto, não posso de deixar de ficar irritado com alguns posts que ele por vezes coloca, como este que passo a transcrever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A feira do Midi, uma das poucas coisas que me "faltam" de Bruxelas, no fworld. Para além da Waterstones, da Tropisme, do supermercado Delhaize junto de minha casa e pouco mais...&lt;/blockquote&gt;Se bem me recordo, na altura do escândalo dos Eurodeputados ficámos a saber que Pacheco Pereira era dos eurodeputados portugueses o que menos trabalho tinha realizado no Parlamento Europeu enquanto lá estava (julgo que o meu conterrâneo Carlos Candal também caia nesta categoria), ao contrário de Ilda Figueiredo que tinha uma dinâmica impressionante. Ficamos assim a saber que, muito provavelmente Pacheco Pereira, em vez de trabalhar no Parlamento Europeu andou a passear por Bruxelas, mas que mesmo assim não teve tempo de conhecer toda a cidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto de pessoas que se colocam em bicos de pés, principalmente quando tal é feito à custa dos outros... Desculpem o desabafo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-6171378010786310228?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/6171378010786310228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=6171378010786310228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/6171378010786310228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/6171378010786310228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-abrupto.html' title='O Abrupto'/><author><name>Um dos Marretas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18077901469968697691</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-234086902645626187</id><published>2007-10-09T18:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-10-09T18:40:28.578Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><title type='text'>Publicitário com pouco jeito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RwvLAlhR_AI/AAAAAAAAAks/yrBDkdDn9cU/s1600-h/2007-09+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RwvLAlhR_AI/AAAAAAAAAks/yrBDkdDn9cU/s320/2007-09+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119408612368841730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-234086902645626187?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/234086902645626187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=234086902645626187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/234086902645626187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/234086902645626187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/10/publicitrio-com-pouco-jeito.html' title='Publicitário com pouco jeito'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RwvLAlhR_AI/AAAAAAAAAks/yrBDkdDn9cU/s72-c/2007-09+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-2784588720617239855</id><published>2007-10-08T11:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-08T12:10:51.183Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><title type='text'>Kettles que explodem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/youandyours/items/01/media/which247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/youandyours/items/01/media/which247.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Proteste cá do sítio comemora 50 anos desde a publicação da 1ª Which?  A capa revela umas senhoras nos anos 50 a  observarem kettles (uma instituição inglesa). E depois? Hoje na BBC o actual presidente da associação revelava que comprar uma kettle nessa altura involvia muitos riscos pois era comum ... explodirem, podendo mesmo matar a pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;É assustador pensar que a compra de um simples electrodoméstico pode ser uma decisão de vida ou morte. Como evoluiu a protecção ao consumidor em 50 anos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao mesmo tempo, esta notícia fez-me reflectir sobre a venda de produtos que colocam riscos aos consumidores, o que está relacionado com o filme Michael Clayton, sobre o qual deambulei um pouco no último post. Há 50 anos, as empresas vendiam produtos de baixo valor mas que podiam implicar elevados custos para quem os usava. Esta falta de escrúpulos é também assustadora, pela falta de proporcionalidade entre os lucros de quem vende 1 kettle e o risco de quem a compra. Julgo que neste caso não se aplica o "tudo vale a pena, quando a alma não é pequena". Quando se fala de corporate social responsability, não deveriamos estar a falar de um extra, mas de um requisito mínimo.&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e fico por aqui, senão daqui a um bocado renego toda a minha formação e proponho a abolição do "mercado".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-2784588720617239855?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/2784588720617239855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=2784588720617239855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/2784588720617239855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/2784588720617239855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/10/kettles-que-explodem.html' title='Kettles que explodem'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-8948313820533619896</id><published>2007-10-07T14:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-10-08T11:56:35.778Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Michael Clayton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rwjwdp5mvQI/AAAAAAAAAkk/cLy4c5hEn7Q/s1600-h/michaelclaytonposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rwjwdp5mvQI/AAAAAAAAAkk/cLy4c5hEn7Q/s320/michaelclaytonposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118605368760909058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um indivídio numa empresa pode fazer toda a diferença, mas não é por isso que a empresa lhe dá valor.&lt;br /&gt;Para mim, mais do que a história do Michael Clayton, impressionou-me a personagem da Tilda Swinton (ela tem mesmo ar de bruxa do Narnia), que faz pela empresa aquilo que nem lhe é pedido, em nome de um zelo excessivo. Parte da função dela é permitir que a empresa continue a fazer dinheiro e funcione sem precalços. Por seu lado, a "empresa" continua a sua actividade, contaminando pessoas. Ao contrário de outros filmes, em que as "empresas" são os maus da fita, neste caso, temos um indivíduo que, no passado assina um relatório que apresenta os potenciais riscos para a saúde pública de um dos produtos e temos a pessoa que o substitui quando este passa a administrador. De modos similares, estas duas pessoas não olham a meios para justificar os fins. O que é assustador pois não é a "empresa" em si que é má, nem sequer os acionistas ou a administração, mas não é por isso que centenas de pessoas são prejudicadas.&lt;br /&gt;De volta ao Michael Clayton, também ele revela zelo e competência na resolução dos problemas dos outros (e nem parece ser em proveito próprio, apenas porque é essa a sua função), mas ao fazê-lo está de facto a tomar acções moralmente duvidosas (ele arranja a melhor solução para o "hit-and-run" sem pôr em causa que moralmente se trata de uma acção condenável em absoluto).&lt;br /&gt;Acho que o filme está muito bom, e o George Clooney está de facto bem no papel, mas o papel não me parece implicar grande profundidade dramática, por isso não percebo os boatos quanto ao Oscar. Aliás passei o filme à espera de ver a cena para Oscar e não estava lá. Mas nesta coisa de prémios, parece que um boato repetido várias vezes vale mais do que ver o filme.&lt;br /&gt;Always watch good moves!! como diria o Lauro Dérmio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-8948313820533619896?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/8948313820533619896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=8948313820533619896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/8948313820533619896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/8948313820533619896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/10/michael-clayton.html' title='Michael Clayton'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rwjwdp5mvQI/AAAAAAAAAkk/cLy4c5hEn7Q/s72-c/michaelclaytonposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-4758890170164321927</id><published>2007-10-07T14:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-07T14:38:21.449Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Rata-t-oo-eee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RwjufZ5mvOI/AAAAAAAAAkU/YArLGkhc8-8/s1600-h/RATAT1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RwjufZ5mvOI/AAAAAAAAAkU/YArLGkhc8-8/s320/RATAT1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118603199802424546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RwjufZ5mvPI/AAAAAAAAAkc/KlLReMwBdAQ/s1600-h/RATAT2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RwjufZ5mvPI/AAAAAAAAAkc/KlLReMwBdAQ/s320/RATAT2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118603199802424562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;É verdade, os criadores do filme conseguiram dar um ar adorável ao Chef Remy e até temos pena que ele não consiga dedicar-se à sua arte... nunca imaginei que este tipo de empatia fosse possível. Mas quando os amiguinhos do Remy desatam todos a correr, que ninguém me venha dizer que não desvia o olhar a ver tantas caudas juntas. Eu pelo menos desviei mais vezes o olhar do que a ver um filme de terror - e com isso perdi a técnica de animação que ao que consta é brilhante nas cenas cheias de ratazanas. Helas, fica para a próxima!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-4758890170164321927?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/4758890170164321927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=4758890170164321927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/4758890170164321927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/4758890170164321927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/10/rata-t-oo-eee.html' title='Rata-t-oo-eee'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RwjufZ5mvOI/AAAAAAAAAkU/YArLGkhc8-8/s72-c/RATAT1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-5398895640386753347</id><published>2007-10-07T14:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-07T14:27:18.042Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portugal'/><title type='text'>Next stop: Portugal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rwjss55mvNI/AAAAAAAAAkM/BEJsWVMCk1k/s1600-h/2007-09+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rwjss55mvNI/AAAAAAAAAkM/BEJsWVMCk1k/s400/2007-09+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118601232707402962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estação de Egham, Surrey, UK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-5398895640386753347?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/5398895640386753347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=5398895640386753347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/5398895640386753347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/5398895640386753347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/10/next-stop-portugal.html' title='Next stop: Portugal'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rwjss55mvNI/AAAAAAAAAkM/BEJsWVMCk1k/s72-c/2007-09+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-9165409563577608607</id><published>2007-10-07T13:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-07T13:59:01.287Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marretice'/><title type='text'>Exploração comercial ou patriotismo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RwjlMp5mvKI/AAAAAAAAAj0/kEr9vmp8r48/s1600-h/2007-09+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RwjlMp5mvKI/AAAAAAAAAj0/kEr9vmp8r48/s320/2007-09+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118592982075227298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sempre achei o fenómeno do Nando's curioso. Um restaurante "português" com algum sucesso (à distância de 2 quarteirões há 2 aqui em Reading), que vende um frango grelhado com "peri-peri". Qualquer churrasqueira do Porto supera o Nando's, mas como não estamos no Porto, confessemos que até nem se come mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até hoje não me chateava a utilização do galo de Barcelos como símbolo da cadeia.  Mas hoje deparei-me na tampa de um molho de "peri-peri" para marinar com a bandeira de Portugal com um galo no centro. Não me considero patriota, mas acho a utilização da bandeira para fins comerciais um pouco insultuosa... Quem será o provedor dos símbolos nacionais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RwjltZ5mvMI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Xk6Cez9O07s/s1600-h/2007-09+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RwjltZ5mvMI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Xk6Cez9O07s/s320/2007-09+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118593544715943106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-9165409563577608607?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/9165409563577608607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=9165409563577608607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/9165409563577608607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/9165409563577608607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/10/explorao-comercial-ou-patriotismo.html' title='Exploração comercial ou patriotismo?'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RwjlMp5mvKI/AAAAAAAAAj0/kEr9vmp8r48/s72-c/2007-09+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-655161859481041451</id><published>2007-10-06T20:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-06T20:46:43.018Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading'/><title type='text'>Our house in the middle of the street (1910)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rwf0DZ5mvII/AAAAAAAAAjk/Rd9XOyI8nLA/s1600-h/reading+1910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rwf0DZ5mvII/AAAAAAAAAjk/Rd9XOyI8nLA/s400/reading+1910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118327840859143298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.francisfrith.com/search/england/berkshire/reading/photos/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-655161859481041451?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/655161859481041451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=655161859481041451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/655161859481041451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/655161859481041451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/10/our-house-in-middle-of-street-1910.html' title='Our house in the middle of the street (1910)'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rwf0DZ5mvII/AAAAAAAAAjk/Rd9XOyI8nLA/s72-c/reading+1910.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-4107900807255091649</id><published>2007-10-06T20:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-10-06T20:47:01.782Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RwfxM55mvHI/AAAAAAAAAjc/zJErYAGAwQE/s1600-h/reading+1946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RwfxM55mvHI/AAAAAAAAAjc/zJErYAGAwQE/s400/reading+1946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118324705533017202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posted in http://www.reading-forum.co.uk/forum/topic.asp?TOPIC_ID=2100&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-4107900807255091649?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/4107900807255091649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=4107900807255091649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/4107900807255091649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/4107900807255091649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RwfxM55mvHI/AAAAAAAAAjc/zJErYAGAwQE/s72-c/reading+1946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-8434669885919574469</id><published>2007-10-04T17:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-04T18:15:26.985Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiosidades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marretice'/><title type='text'>Ces Français sont foux!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RwUo_EJQTTI/AAAAAAAAAiM/INUarl_r8yQ/s1600-h/_44155862_ratty_pixar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RwUo_EJQTTI/AAAAAAAAAiM/INUarl_r8yQ/s400/_44155862_ratty_pixar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117541615485865266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      Film triggers rat craze in France&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/europe/7027671.stm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;It may not have featured at Paris Fashion Week, but in France there's one must-have item this season: a rat.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Ratatouille - an American animated film about a French rodent with lofty aspirations - has prompted a spike in rat sales across the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;" Since the film came out in August, there has been a real fashion for rats," said Gerald Moreau, vice president of rat support g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;roup APRAC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"There's no doubt it has changed the perception of rats," he told the BBC.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Before rats were seen as disgusting, but now people see them as intelligent, cute, social animals."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Since the film's French release, the number of visitors to Mr Moreau's l'Association de Promotion du Rat comme Animal de Compagnie (APRAC) has increased eightfold, from 50 hits per hour to more than 400, he said.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sale of rat accessories from the site, meanwhile, has leapt by 40%. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr Moreau, 25, argues the increase is understandable. "Rats are much smarter, much more interesting than hamsters or mice," he said.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"They recognise their name and grow very attached to their owner - they play with you like a dog or a cat."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And Mr Moreau would know, as he and his girlfriend keep 19 of the long-tailed rodents as pets at home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are now around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;five million pet rats in France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, industry figures suggest.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Combining that figure with the 60 million living wild, mostly in urban areas such as Paris, makes the urban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; legend that a human is always within 20 feet of a rodent in the French capital that much more credible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Estou parva... Como é possível ter como pet o animal responsável pela peste negra!? Não percebo.  Sei bem que o marketing deste tipo de filmes é agressivo, mas daí até morar com um bicho daqueles, vai uma grande distância: a distância entre "olha que animal adorável" até "chama o exterminador".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma opção mais moderada foi a encontrada pelo Museum of London, a propósito da exposição da Londres medieval, sim e da peste negra, onde estes adoráveis peluches estão à venda na gift shop:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RwUs6kJQTUI/AAAAAAAAAiU/yprdXAT6NE4/s1600-h/2007-06-01+317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RwUs6kJQTUI/AAAAAAAAAiU/yprdXAT6NE4/s320/2007-06-01+317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117545936222965058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No domingo lá vamos nós ver uma free screening do famoso Rat-a-to-ee, mas julgo que este filme não fará por mim aquilo que nem uma muito cara terapia faria: curar a minha fobia de ratazanas (sim, porque "rat" não é rato!!). E eu nem gosto sequer de ratatouille, o prato ex-libris da culinária francesa.&lt;/p&gt;Continua no domingo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-8434669885919574469?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/8434669885919574469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=8434669885919574469' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/8434669885919574469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/8434669885919574469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/10/ces-franais-sont-foux.html' title='Ces Français sont foux!!'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RwUo_EJQTTI/AAAAAAAAAiM/INUarl_r8yQ/s72-c/_44155862_ratty_pixar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-529016453952636343</id><published>2007-10-04T13:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-04T13:51:39.582Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>A depressão dos tempos modernos</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YvBpNAD4sAo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YvBpNAD4sAo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-529016453952636343?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/529016453952636343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=529016453952636343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/529016453952636343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/529016453952636343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/10/quantos-de-ns-j-se-sentiu-assim.html' title='A depressão dos tempos modernos'/><author><name>Um dos Marretas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18077901469968697691</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-9038606152740449317</id><published>2007-09-29T20:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-29T20:45:02.594Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Televisão'/><title type='text'>Husband Store (joke fit for an 11 year old)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do email da Newsnight de 5ªf, a "famosa" Joke Fit For an Eleven Year Old:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«&lt;br /&gt;Today's offering was sent by Newsnight viewer Nick Webb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brand new  store has just opened in London - and it sells husbands. When women go to choose  a husband, they have to follow the instructions at the entrance:&lt;br /&gt;You may visit this store only once. There are 6 floors and the value of the  products increase as you ascend the flights. You may choose any item from a  particular floor, or may choose to go up to the next floor, but you can't go  back down except to leave the building!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a woman goes to the Husband  Store to find a husband.&lt;br /&gt;On the 1st floor the sign on the door reads:&lt;br /&gt;Floor 1 - These men have jobs.&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd floor sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;Floor 2 - These men Have Jobs and Love Kids.&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd floor sign  reads:&lt;br /&gt;Floor 3 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids and are extremely good  looking.&lt;br /&gt;"Great," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.&lt;br /&gt;She goes to the 4th floor and the sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;Floor 4 - These  men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Good Looking and Help with Housework.&lt;br /&gt;"Fantastic" she exclaims, "I can hardly stand it!"&lt;br /&gt;Still, she  goes to the 5th floor and sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;Floor 5 - These men Have Jobs,  Love Kids, are Drop-dead Gorgeous, Help with Housework and Have A Strong  Romantic Streak.&lt;br /&gt;She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the 6th  floor and the sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;Floor 6 - You are visitor 31,456,012 to this  floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof  that women are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at the Husband  Store. »&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-9038606152740449317?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/9038606152740449317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=9038606152740449317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/9038606152740449317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/9038606152740449317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/09/do-email-da-newsnight-de-5f-famosa-joke.html' title='Husband Store (joke fit for an 11 year old)'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-2520898103766670633</id><published>2007-09-25T13:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-25T13:58:53.501Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><title type='text'>A propósito do referendo sobre a UE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RvkTWQRLAzI/AAAAAAAAAiE/9kap1OzgnMQ/s1600-h/the+sun+referendo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RvkTWQRLAzI/AAAAAAAAAiE/9kap1OzgnMQ/s400/the+sun+referendo.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114140124900950834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Foi com estranheza que vi este ad no London Paper de ontem. Um jornal claramente com uma agenda política a "recordar" o Primeiro Ministro de cumprir uma promessa.&lt;br /&gt;Passada a estranheza (sim, primeiro estranha-se e depois entranha-se), faz todo o sentido os jornais assumirem as suas posições explicitamente, senão sob a pretensão da imparcialidade lá vamos comendo com opiniões e manipulações. Podemos ou não concordar com as posições editoriais dos jornais, mas pelo menos há fair-play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-2520898103766670633?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/2520898103766670633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=2520898103766670633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/2520898103766670633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/2520898103766670633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/09/propsito-do-referendo-sobre-ue.html' title='A propósito do referendo sobre a UE'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RvkTWQRLAzI/AAAAAAAAAiE/9kap1OzgnMQ/s72-c/the+sun+referendo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-7480934000842150241</id><published>2007-09-25T13:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-09-25T13:51:15.097Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><title type='text'>No eggs, no omelettes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RvkRhgRLAyI/AAAAAAAAAh8/03KDQdjGnUs/s1600-h/london+paper+mourinho.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RvkRhgRLAyI/AAAAAAAAAh8/03KDQdjGnUs/s400/london+paper+mourinho.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114138119151223586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fonte: London Paper de ontem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fan-tastic: Chelsea's travelling supporters make their feelings for Jose Mourinho known at Old Trafford yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E assim, entra na gíria inglesa a expressão das omoletes sem ovos!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-7480934000842150241?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/7480934000842150241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=7480934000842150241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/7480934000842150241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/7480934000842150241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-eggs-no-omelettes.html' title='No eggs, no omelettes'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RvkRhgRLAyI/AAAAAAAAAh8/03KDQdjGnUs/s72-c/london+paper+mourinho.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-2133967449791730750</id><published>2007-09-25T13:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-25T13:34:19.017Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading'/><title type='text'>Home sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RvkOQQRLAuI/AAAAAAAAAhc/e6XafNmONNs/s1600-h/2007-09+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RvkOQQRLAuI/AAAAAAAAAhc/e6XafNmONNs/s320/2007-09+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114134524263596770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RvkOQgRLAvI/AAAAAAAAAhk/mrO1sL3zi3k/s1600-h/Reading+Home+Sweet+Home.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RvkOQgRLAvI/AAAAAAAAAhk/mrO1sL3zi3k/s320/Reading+Home+Sweet+Home.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114134528558564082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-2133967449791730750?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/2133967449791730750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=2133967449791730750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/2133967449791730750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/2133967449791730750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/09/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet Home'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RvkOQQRLAuI/AAAAAAAAAhc/e6XafNmONNs/s72-c/2007-09+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-5986793662101602328</id><published>2007-09-05T11:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-05T11:35:11.028Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Welcome to Everytown: a journey into the English mind (Julian Baggini)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rt6UMzpkzMI/AAAAAAAAAhU/RFa8FEIOHUs/s1600-h/Everytown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rt6UMzpkzMI/AAAAAAAAAhU/RFa8FEIOHUs/s320/Everytown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106681975228648642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/product-description/1862079218/sr=8-1/qid=1188991473/ref=dp_proddesc_0/202-9235987-4091037?ie=UTF8&amp;n=266239&amp;amp;s=books&amp;qid=1188991473&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do the English think? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every country has a dominant set of beliefs and attitudes concerning everything from how to live a good life, how we should organize society, and the roles of the sexes. Yet despite many attempts to define our national character, what might be called the nation's philosophy has remained largely unexamined until now. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Philosopher Julian Baggini pinpointed postcode S66 on the outskirts of Rotherham, as England in microcosm - an area which reflected most accurately the full range of the nation's inhabitants, its most typical mix of urban and rural, old and young, married and single. He then spent six months living there, immersing himself in this typical English Everytown, in order to get to know the mind of a people. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It sees the world as full of patterns and order, a view manifest in its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;enjoyment of gambling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. It has a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;functional, puritanical streak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, evident in its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;notoriously bad cuisine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. In the English mind, men should be men and women should be women (but it's not sure what children should be). Baggini's account of the English is both a portrait of its people and a personal story about being an alien in your own land. Sympathetic but critical, serious yet witty, "Welcome to Everytown" shows a country in which the familiar becomes strange, and the strange familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As raizes working-class dos ingleses, o holidaymaking em Mallorca e Shagaluf, os pubs, as apostas em tudo (corridas, big brother, futebol, etc), o optimismo working class do The Sun e o pessimismo e medo middle-class do Daily Mirror, FHM  e Nuts,  a página 3 do the Sun,  cerveja e mais cerveja,  o Packed Lunch ("&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The national dish of England is often said to be chicken tikka masala,  but, in fact, the meal most people eat almost every day is the Packed Lunch. No Soviet-style central state government could impose uniformity more effectively.&lt;/span&gt;" p. 118), Big Brother, Baby Gap, yobs e George at Asda, etc, etc... um retrato da Inglaterra actual pelos olhos de um filósofo.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-5986793662101602328?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/5986793662101602328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=5986793662101602328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/5986793662101602328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/5986793662101602328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/09/welcome-to-everytown-journey-into.html' title='Welcome to Everytown: a journey into the English mind (Julian Baggini)'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rt6UMzpkzMI/AAAAAAAAAhU/RFa8FEIOHUs/s72-c/Everytown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-2909689790089786488</id><published>2007-09-05T09:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-05T11:20:18.669Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Walkers Crisps, uma instituição britânica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rt51LTpkzLI/AAAAAAAAAhM/ecW24Bk4muY/s1600-h/walkers_saltvinegar.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rt51LTpkzLI/AAAAAAAAAhM/ecW24Bk4muY/s320/walkers_saltvinegar.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106647864598383794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The top food brands in the UK by sales puts Walkers crisps first, followed byt Birds Eye, Kellog's, Cadbury, Muller, Heinz, Coca-Cola, Matthews (of bootiful intensively reared poultry fame), McVities and Stella Artois. &lt;/span&gt;(p.128)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was always seeing young children being given chips. I lost count of the times I saw kids in pushchairs unable even to talk being fed chocolate, biscuits and other sweet things. Is it any wonder that by the time they get to express preferences, they refuse to eat anything else? &lt;/span&gt;(p. 129)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: Julian Baggini, Welcome to Everytown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-2909689790089786488?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/2909689790089786488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=2909689790089786488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/2909689790089786488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/2909689790089786488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/09/crisps.html' title='Walkers Crisps, uma instituição britânica'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rt51LTpkzLI/AAAAAAAAAhM/ecW24Bk4muY/s72-c/walkers_saltvinegar.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-298905874249905497</id><published>2007-08-27T12:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-27T12:14:30.461Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teatro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Londres'/><title type='text'>The last confession @ Theatre Royal Haymarket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RtK-vTpkzKI/AAAAAAAAAhE/j8p4vpReuSs/s1600-h/2007-08+Last+confession.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RtK-vTpkzKI/AAAAAAAAAhE/j8p4vpReuSs/s320/2007-08+Last+confession.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103351047701974178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um policial com intriga de bastidores, suspense, um julgamento, interrogatórios e um final surpreendente... em que os personagens são cardeais, papas, bispos. No mínimo original. E com diálogos estimulantes sobre temas (ainda) relevantes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-298905874249905497?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/298905874249905497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=298905874249905497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/298905874249905497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/298905874249905497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-confession-theatre-royal-haymarket.html' title='The last confession @ Theatre Royal Haymarket'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RtK-vTpkzKI/AAAAAAAAAhE/j8p4vpReuSs/s72-c/2007-08+Last+confession.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-1904574426417315848</id><published>2007-08-27T12:06:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-08-27T12:07:45.230Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><title type='text'>Festivais de Verão, galochas e censura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RtK-azpkzII/AAAAAAAAAg0/-pk6Jp8E5tM/s1600-h/2007-08+galochas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RtK-azpkzII/AAAAAAAAAg0/-pk6Jp8E5tM/s320/2007-08+galochas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103350695514655874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RtK-azpkzJI/AAAAAAAAAg8/SEDz4tD2b08/s1600-h/2007-08+muddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RtK-azpkzJI/AAAAAAAAAg8/SEDz4tD2b08/s320/2007-08+muddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103350695514655890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-1904574426417315848?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/1904574426417315848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=1904574426417315848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/1904574426417315848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/1904574426417315848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/08/festivais-de-vero-e-censura.html' title='Festivais de Verão, galochas e censura'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RtK-azpkzII/AAAAAAAAAg0/-pk6Jp8E5tM/s72-c/2007-08+galochas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-8727792559556131646</id><published>2007-08-19T20:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-19T20:15:04.667Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marretice'/><title type='text'>24-hour alarm</title><content type='html'>Há mais de 24 horas que o alarme da agência do Natwest está a tocar na rua perpendicular.&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente, não entendo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-8727792559556131646?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/8727792559556131646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=8727792559556131646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/8727792559556131646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/8727792559556131646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/08/24-hour-alarm.html' title='24-hour alarm'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-2940712624204538469</id><published>2007-08-19T14:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-27T12:13:33.907Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marretice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portugal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Economia'/><title type='text'>As "nossas" prioridades</title><content type='html'>Devia ter colocado este comentários no post anterior, mas julgo que será melhor fazê-lo de forma independente.&lt;br /&gt;Julgo que no post anterior sobre o referendo ao TGV e Aeroporto de Lisboa, assim como toda a discussão que envolve estas questões, fica patente que há acérrimos defensores deste tipo de investimentos. No entanto, e infelizmente, não consigo vislumbrar este tipo de discussões quando se fala do estado lastimoso em que se encontra o nosso ensino, desde o pré-escolar ao universitário. Não vejo, e não consigo antever, a sociedade a mobilizar-se para que se aumentem as competências dos portugueses a médio e longo prazo.&lt;br /&gt;Em todas as eleições, todos os partidos fazem pedra central nas suas campanhas o conhecimento enquanto elemento dinamizador e potenciador de crescimento. Relembram-nos os casos da Irlanda, da Suécia, da Holanda e da Finlândia. Países cujo exemplo devemos seguir... mas que depois não seguimos.&lt;br /&gt;Quando se fala de avultados investimentos em obras públicas, logo aparecem os defensores desses investimentos, mas quando se fala em investir mais na ciência e conhecimento, poucos são os que defendem tais políticas de forma tão veemente. Endividar o país e gerações futuras para construir grandes obras, não há problema. Investir no conhecimento, talvez por não ser tangível e ter resultados de longo prazo, poucos são os que defendem tais investimentos de forma tão acérrima.&lt;br /&gt;Para avivar a memória relativamente a recentes investimentos deste tipo com efeitos duradouros duvidosos para o desencolvimento de Portugal: CCB, Expo, estádios do Euro. Desde do CCB passaram-se cerca de 15/20 anos. Se tivessemos investido o dinheiro gasto nessas obras no nosso ensino, certamente que Portugal não estaria no ponto em que está actualmente. São décadas perdidas. Com o aeroporto de Lisboa e TGV vamos novamente ter décadas de investimento perdido em obras sumptuosas, e em que pouco ou nada vamos beneficiar o País. Para alterar a &lt;a href="http://www.novasoportunidades.gov.pt/iniciativa.aspx#defice"&gt;situação submundista&lt;/a&gt; ao nível do ensino português, não vemos a sociedade portuguesa a mobilizar-se nem os órgãos de comunicação social a darem a mesma (já não peço mais) importância que dão à Ota ou TGV.&lt;br /&gt;Deixo aqui algumas tableas que ilustram a situação portuguesa em termos de formação dos nossos recursos humanos. Estes dados foram retirados do link anterior e que estão no site www.novasoportunidades.gov.pt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="texto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Média de anos de escolarização da população adulta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;                       &lt;tbody&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="width: 126px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Países &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="width: 119px;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Média&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas2" style="width: 126px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p class="texto"&gt;Noruega &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas2" style="width: 119px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;13,8 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="width: 126px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p class="texto"&gt;Dinamarca &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="width: 119px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;13,6 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas2" style="width: 126px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p class="texto"&gt;Alemanha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas2" style="width: 119px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;13,4 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="width: 126px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p class="texto"&gt;Luxemburgo &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="width: 119px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;13,4 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas2" style="width: 126px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p class="texto"&gt;Finlândia &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas2" style="width: 119px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;12,1 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="width: 126px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p class="texto"&gt;França &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="width: 119px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;11,5 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas2" style="width: 126px;"&gt;&lt;p class="texto"&gt;Grécia &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas2" style="width: 119px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;10,5 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="width: 126px;"&gt;&lt;p class="texto"&gt;Espanha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="width: 119px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;10,5 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas2" style="width: 126px;"&gt;&lt;p class="texto"&gt;Turquia &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas2" style="width: 119px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;9,6 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="width: 126px;"&gt;&lt;p class="texto"&gt;México &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="width: 119px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;8,7 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas2" style="width: 126px;"&gt;&lt;p class="texto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Portugal &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas2" style="width: 119px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8,2 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="width: 126px;"&gt;&lt;p class="texto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Média OCDE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="width: 119px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12,0 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                       &lt;/tbody&gt;                     &lt;/table&gt;                     &lt;p class="texto"&gt;Fonte: OECD, Education at a Glance, 2005.&lt;/p&gt;Reparem bem que estamos muito abaixo da Grécia (nossa habitual concorrente para o pior lugar na UE), da Turquia (e esta?) e do México. Vergonhoso. Mas dinheiro para TGV e aeroportos já há.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="texto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nº de alunos matriculados no ensino superior&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;                       &lt;tbody&gt;                         &lt;tr class="texto"&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="vertical-align: top; width: 115px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1960 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="vertical-align: top; width: 115px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1970 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="vertical-align: top; width: 115px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1980 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="vertical-align: top; width: 115px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1990 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="vertical-align: top; width: 115px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2000 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="vertical-align: top; width: 115px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2004 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr class="texto"&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas2" style="vertical-align: top; width: 115px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;24.149 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas2" style="vertical-align: top; width: 115px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;49.462 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas2" style="vertical-align: top; width: 115px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;87.256 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas2" style="vertical-align: top; width: 115px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;186.780 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas2" style="vertical-align: top; width: 115px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;387.703 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas2" style="vertical-align: top; width: 115px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;373.891 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                       &lt;/tbody&gt;                     &lt;/table&gt;                     &lt;p class="texto"&gt;Fonte: GIASE, Estatísticas da Educação; OCES, Estatísticas da Educação&lt;/p&gt;Numa altura em que deviamos ter mais alunos a entrar no ensino superior, eis que os números se reduzem nos anos mais recentes, quebrando a tendência de subida. Sem dúvida resultado da situação demográfica portuguesa, mas não expllica tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="texto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taxas de Abandono Escolar e de Saídas Antecipada e Precoce (%)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;table style="width: 590px; height: 126px;" class="texto" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;                       &lt;tbody&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="vertical-align: top; width: 115px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1991 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="vertical-align: top; width: 115px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2001 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;p class="texto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abandono Escolar&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;/strong&gt;10-15 anos - Sem 3.º Ciclo Ensino Básico &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas2" style="width: 115px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;13 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas2" style="width: 115px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saída Antecipada&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;/strong&gt;18-24 anos - Sem 3.º Ciclo Ensino Básico &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="width: 115px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;54 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="width: 115px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;25 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saída Precoce&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;/strong&gt;18-24 anos - Sem Ensino Secundário &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas2" style="width: 115px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;64 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas2" style="width: 115px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;45 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                       &lt;/tbody&gt;                     &lt;/table&gt;                     Fonte: INE, Recenseamento Geral da População - 1991 e 2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não estou em erro, para os paises da UE a taxa média de Saída Precoce ronda os 20%. Estamos mesmo muito mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mais assustador ainda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="texto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evolução das Taxas de Retenção e de Desistência&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;table style="width: 687px; height: 124px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;                       &lt;tbody&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                               &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="width: 80px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;95/96 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="width: 80px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;96/97 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="width: 80px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;97/98 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="width: 80px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98/99 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="width: 80px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99/00 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="width: 80px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;00/01 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="width: 80px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01/02 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="width: 80px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02/03 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td style="text-align: left;" class="textotabelas"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ensino Básico &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas2" style="width: 80px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;13,8 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas2" style="width: 80px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;15,2 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas2" style="width: 80px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;13,8 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas2" style="width: 80px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;13,2 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas2" style="width: 80px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;12,6 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas2" style="width: 80px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;12,7 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas2" style="width: 80px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;13,6 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas2" style="width: 80px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;13,0 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td style="text-align: left;" class="textotabelas"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ensino Secundário &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="width: 80px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;33,1 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="width: 80px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;35,7 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="width: 80px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;35,6 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="width: 80px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;36,0 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="width: 80px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;36,8 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="width: 80px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;39,4 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="width: 80px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;37,4 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="textotabelas" style="width: 80px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;33,7 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                       &lt;/tbody&gt;                     &lt;/table&gt;                     &lt;p class="texto"&gt;Fonte: GIASE, Estatísticas da Educação&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="texto"&gt;Ou seja, nos últimos 8 anos a situação de desistência no ensino secundário quase não se alterou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-2940712624204538469?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/2940712624204538469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=2940712624204538469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/2940712624204538469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/2940712624204538469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/08/as-nossas-prioridades.html' title='As &quot;nossas&quot; prioridades'/><author><name>Um dos Marretas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18077901469968697691</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-174133988449559038</id><published>2007-08-19T13:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-27T12:14:07.167Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marretice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portugal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Economia'/><title type='text'>Referendo sobre aeroporto de Lisboa e TGV</title><content type='html'>Esta semana foi noticiada a iniciativa de um grupo de cidadãos de referendar a construção do novo aeroporto de Lisboa e do TGV. Podem ver a notícia do Público &lt;a href="http://www.publico.clix.pt/shownews.asp?id=1302118&amp;sid=&amp;amp;highlight=referendo&amp;web=VT"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Gostei particularmente do início da notícia onde dizem que os cidadãos que dinamizaram esta iniciativa eram do Norte, o que denota, já por si, um enviezamento da notícia (que eu saiba esses cidadãos antes de "serem do Norte" são Portugueses, mas vá lá, para o intuito da notícia definir a região de origem desses cidadãos parece ser de extrema importância). Mas mais interessante ainda foi ler os comentários dos leitores do Público online, com um claro ataque (esse sim bairrista) aos promotores desta iniciativa. Interessante que, quando há uns meses de discutiu o aeroporto de Lisboa, a maioria dos portugueses, segundo sondagens que valem o que valem (que é o mesmo que dizer nada), mostravam-se contra o aeroporto. Para além disso, podemos também concluir que para as pessoas que comentaram a notícia, a democracia apenas deve ser exercida todos os 4 anos (ou menos caso sejam convocadas eleições antecipadas), sendo que no interregno, os portugeses têm que comer e calar com o que os nossos governantes acharem que devem fazer (bem ou mal).&lt;br /&gt;Ficamos também a saber que referendos apenas se devem realizar para penalisar/despenalisar a interrupção voluntária do aborto. Acho que a nossa constituição está mal: na próxima revisão, nos artigos que se referem aos referendos dever-se-á incluir a frase "Referendos só para a IVG, caso contrário, não vale a pena sequer colocarem a questão, principalmente se os promotores forem do Norte, região essa que é mais galega que portuguesa" como se pode ler em um dos comentários.&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, e para enquadrar esta questão, gostava de colocar aqui partes de notícias que têm sido publicadas no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Economist&lt;/span&gt; sobre os investimentos nas áreas ferroviária e da aviação no Reino Unido:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;But it was not all good news for train-spotters. Grand plans for European-style double-decker trains were rejected as impractical, as were schemes for a high-speed rail route (run, in the wildest of dreams, on magnetic-levitation technology) connecting London to the north. A decision on Crossrail—a railway across London—was delayed once again. (&lt;a href="http://www.economist.com/world/britain/displaystory.cfm?story_id=9549637"&gt;link para artigo&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the Heathrow experience has never been particularly good, mainly because the airport crams 67m passengers a year through facilities designed for 45m, the crescendo of complaints suggests that it is going from bad to worse. That may not be right: security queues (which are meant to last no more than ten minutes at least 95% of the time) jumped in August of last year after the government tightened security in response to an alleged plot to blow up passenger jets over the Atlantic. They have fallen since then, the Civil Aviation Authority (&lt;span class="scaps"&gt;CAA&lt;/span&gt;) maintains, as staff have been added and extra security lanes opened. Terminal 3, the worst offender, now meets its target 94% of the time, from 78% in January—though some travellers will find this hard to believe. (&lt;a href="http://www.economist.com/world/britain/displaystory.cfm?story_id=9622036"&gt;link para artigo&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como podemos ver, num país bem mais rico que Portugal, também têm problemas nas infraestruturas mas os dirigentes, responsáveis, não colocam sequer as hipóteses de construir um novo aeroporto ou uma linha de alta velocidade. Mas claro que em Portugal nada disso importa. O que importa é deixar obra feita, nem que para isso se endivide um país inteiro e gerações futuras. E ai de quem for contra: esses  não percebem nada de democracia, não têm visão, são bairristas, são parolos e mais, são galegos.&lt;br /&gt;Triste país o nosso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-174133988449559038?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/174133988449559038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=174133988449559038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/174133988449559038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/174133988449559038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/08/referendo-sobre-aeroporto-de-lisboa-e.html' title='Referendo sobre aeroporto de Lisboa e TGV'/><author><name>Um dos Marretas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18077901469968697691</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-7896646455005381845</id><published>2007-08-19T10:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-08-19T10:55:32.532Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marretice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portugal'/><title type='text'>As novas unidades de medida portuguesas</title><content type='html'>Há algum tempo que os 2 marretas comentavam entre si que Portugal tinha uma nova unidade de medida: a Ota. Ora, cá temos no Abrupto alguns comentários de, certamente almas gémeas, sobre este assunto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Não sei se reparou, mas temos, em Portugal, uma nova unidade monetária: o “OTA”. (...) os nossos jornalistas, radialistas e pivots de TV, se um (ou dois) deles, utiliza duas vezes seguidas um adjectivo, um advérbio ou uma expressão qualquer – que por qualquer motivo está”na berra” - eis que todos os outros formam fila, para o repetirem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ad nauseam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;. (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Agora é ”as bolsas perderam “n” milhares de milhões de Euros, o que dava para construir uma (duas, três, ¾ de…) OTA. O “Ota” passou a ser uma unidade monetária, equivalente (mais ou menos) à antiga e venerável “Pipa de massa”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;E todo o bicho careta, chamado a falar ou escrever sobre muito dinheiro (a fortuna do Soros, os rendimentos do Sultão do Brunei, o preço de um porta-aviões atómico, etc. etc) dirá, invariavelmente que “dava para pagar uma (duas, ¾ de…) OTA. É célebre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Qualquer dia, vem nas cotações das moedas internacionais. “… e o Dolar desvalorizou 5% contra o OTA” ou “… o Yen mantem a paridade com o OTA”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(Luis Manuel Rodrigues)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Para as áreas ardidas, certa Comunicação Social também prefere usar, em vez do velhinho "hectare", uma unidade de área muito especial, feita à medida da sua literacia: trata-se do "campo de futebol" que, na cabecinha dessa gente, deve ter, como submúltiplos, o "campo de andebol" e o "campo de ténis". Mas antes isso do que os "hectares quadrados", como há dias ouvi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Medina Ribeiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Já não nos bastava  a medida dos campos de futebol, que para mim muito confusão causa uma vez que não gosto particularmente de futebol, temos agora de interiorizar a medida Ota. Mais, e se o novo aeroporto não for na Ota (duvido, mas nunca se sabe)? Será que vamos ter Alcochete como nova medida? E será que este standard será aceite internacionalmente? Gostava de ver os Ingleses a dizerem Ota/Alcochete quando se referem aos montantes de investimento numa qualquer obra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-7896646455005381845?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/7896646455005381845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=7896646455005381845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/7896646455005381845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/7896646455005381845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/08/as-novas-unidades-de-medida-portuguesas.html' title='As novas unidades de medida portuguesas'/><author><name>Um dos Marretas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18077901469968697691</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-5910924948273950808</id><published>2007-08-14T15:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-14T15:45:33.851Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><title type='text'>Verão inglês</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Summer in the noughties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;p class="info"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aug 9th 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.economist.com/world/britain/displaystory.cfm?story_id=9622054"&gt;From &lt;em&gt;The Economist&lt;/em&gt; print edition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like the English themselves, the English summer has changed yet stayed the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;NOT long ago, on one of the less rainy afternoons of what has passed for summer in England this year, Bagehot found himself at a glamorous London garden party. There was Pimm's; there was a string quartet; there were elaborate hats. As he strolled on the well-kept lawns, eavesdropping on the upper-crust chatter, Bagehot reflected on the centrality of summer to England's idea of itself, despite the fact that, meteorologically speaking, there often isn't much of it—and on how the elusive season was changing, and what those changes meant.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Racing at Goodwood and Ascot; strawberries at Wimbledon; cricket at Lord's; the Henley regatta; the Chelsea flower show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; such are the ancient fixtures of the English summer, and they embody some of the key features of the nation's character. The English, they suggest, enjoy riding and betting on animals, and occasionally killing them. Opera at Glyndebourne and the Royal Academy's summer exhibition notwithstanding, the English are not very intellectual. They like dressing up, boozing and the challenge of organising a picnic during a hail storm. And England, as George Orwell observed, is “the most class-ridden country under the sun”, or the umbrella: with their nuanced enclosures and exclusive marquees, most of the traditional summer events still offer lots of opportunities for the toffs to sequester themselves from the oiks, and for everyone to ogle the royal family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But there are new summer fixtures too, as telling as the old ones. Reflecting the anxieties of globalisation, an annual furore now erupts over the efforts of a foreign potentate or billionaire to buy an English football club. Praise is heaped on pupils for their ever-improving exam results, followed by scorn on politicians for making the exams too easy. Huge numbers of people stand in the mud at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;proliferating music festivals&lt;/span&gt;, many of them thirtysomethings housed in heated tepees—reflecting the decline of counterculture or the elongation of youth, depending on your point of view. And, perhaps because summertime attacks offer the chance of maximum disruption, there is terrorism. This year, there were the failed car-bombings in London and Glasgow; last year, it was the alleged plot to blow up planes over the Atlantic; in 2005, the multiple lethal explosions of July 7th. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Because of that the English, like others, have acquired a new summer diversion:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the airport obstacle course&lt;/span&gt;. They traipse around the terminals with their toiletries in transparent bags, grumpily take off and put on allegedly weaponisable clothing, and argue over the stingy hand-baggage allowance. Their destinations, if they get to them, have changed too: the Mediterranean is still top, but affluence, the internet and one-upmanship have made exotic places such as Cambodia and India more popular and encouraged new, niche holidays devoted to cookery, yoga, adultery and so on. Notwithstanding their Euroscepticism, ever more English people—some of them refugees from the property-price spiral at home—are investing in pads abroad, increasingly in once-obscure countries such as Bulgaria and Slovenia that geopolitics and no-frills airlines have opened up. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no-frills planes&lt;/span&gt; themselves have becoming interesting laboratories of Englishness, where tribes that ordinarily never cross paths—the bargain-hunting haute bourgeoisie and sun-and-sangria proletarians—awkwardly rub up against each other. &lt;/p&gt;... Yet the end-of-the-pier spirit has never gone away, even if many of the piers themselves have crumbled into the sea. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The strawberries-and-Pimm's version of the English summer&lt;/span&gt;—like the safaris that no Africans take, or the Outback in which few Australians live—&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is so quintessential that it is really a bit of a fraud &lt;/span&gt;(at that glamorous party that Bagehot went to, not many people were actually English). The truly defining characteristics of the English in summer are the opportunism and improvisation they display when the sun shines, and these have been on show on this summer's few hot days. Like animals around a watering-hole, the English throng to murky ponds and grimy beaches, getting sunburned and wearing ridiculous shirts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-5910924948273950808?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/5910924948273950808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=5910924948273950808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/5910924948273950808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/5910924948273950808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/08/vero-ingls.html' title='Verão inglês'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-2098431833623914855</id><published>2007-08-14T15:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-14T15:30:10.777Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiosidades'/><title type='text'>Comichão cerebral</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/sci/tech/3221499.stm"&gt; site da BBC&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Research in the US has found that songs get stuck in our heads because they create a "brain itch" that can only be scratched by repeating the tune over and over.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In Germany, this type of song is known as an "ohrwurm" - an earworm - and typically has a high, upbeat melody and repetitive lyrics that verge between catchy and annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Songs such as the Village People's YMCA, Los Del Rio's Macarena, and the Baha Men's Who Let The Dogs Out owe their success to their ability to create a "cognitive itch," according to Professor James Kellaris, of the University of Cincinnati College of Business Administration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"A cognitive itch is a kind of metaphor that explains how these songs get stuck in our head," Professor Kellaris told BBC World Service's Outlook programme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Certain songs have properties that are analogous to histamines that make our brain itch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The only way to scratch a cognitive itch is to repeat the offending melody in our minds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.... lalalalala Macarena lala lala lalalala... eh Macarena...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-2098431833623914855?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/2098431833623914855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=2098431833623914855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/2098431833623914855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/2098431833623914855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/08/comicho-cerebral.html' title='Comichão cerebral'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-5706086523179717372</id><published>2007-08-03T09:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-03T09:36:45.279Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>Estranha aparição nos campos de Dorset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RrL2SvMH-FI/AAAAAAAAAgc/1WMmLllqXFM/s1600-h/SimpsonChalkPA_468x306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RrL2SvMH-FI/AAAAAAAAAgc/1WMmLllqXFM/s320/SimpsonChalkPA_468x306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094404930274850898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/news/archives/2007/07/17/cerne_abbas_simpson.html"&gt;http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/news/archives/2007/07/17/cerne_abbas_simpson.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The publicity machine for The Simpsons Movie has commissioned a 70 metre tall Homer in biodegradable white paint to accompany the ancient Cerne Abbas fertility god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/dorset/6901543.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/dorset/6901543.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ann Bryn-Evans, joint Wessex district manager for The Pagan Federation, said: "We were hoping for some dry weather but I think I have changed my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"We'll be doing some rain magic to bring the rain and wash it away." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is not the first time the giant has been used to advertise products. He has been used to promote items as diverse as condoms, jeans and bicycles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mike Webb, landlord of the New Inn in Cerne Abbas, said his staff were amused by the temporary addition to the village.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I think it is different and unusual," he said. "We've not heard any complaints here so far, but I'm not sure many of the local people will know who Homer Simpson is." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;During World War II, the Cerne giant was disguised to prevent the Germans from using him as an aerial landmark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since then he has always been visible, receiving regular grass trimming and a full re-chalking every 25 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-5706086523179717372?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/5706086523179717372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/8155562276167999296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=8155562276167999296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/8155562276167999296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/8155562276167999296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/07/viena-parte-2.html' title='Viena - parte 2'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Ro0M9DP9KxI/AAAAAAAAAbk/X_lWFsujb6E/s1600-h/2007-06-29+Austria+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Ro0M9DP9KxI/AAAAAAAAAbk/X_lWFsujb6E/s320/2007-06-29+Austria+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083733797354941202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Ro0L9zP9KuI/AAAAAAAAAbM/juBuTe9SDhE/s1600-h/wagner+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Ro0L9zP9KuI/AAAAAAAAAbM/juBuTe9SDhE/s320/wagner+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083732710728215266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Ro0L-DP9KvI/AAAAAAAAAbU/2NXCkI3nANQ/s1600-h/hundertwasser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Ro0L-DP9KvI/AAAAAAAAAbU/2NXCkI3nANQ/s320/hundertwasser.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083732715023182578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Ro0L1TP9KpI/AAAAAAAAAak/R0gNGEfNAbc/s1600-h/viena1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Ro0L1TP9KpI/AAAAAAAAAak/R0gNGEfNAbc/s320/viena1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083732564699327122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Ro0L1TP9KqI/AAAAAAAAAas/xshzfl18Poo/s1600-h/viena2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Ro0L1TP9KqI/AAAAAAAAAas/xshzfl18Poo/s320/viena2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083732564699327138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Ro0L1zP9KsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/12RfAiUzt2Y/s1600-h/wagner+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Ro0L1zP9KsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/12RfAiUzt2Y/s320/wagner+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083732573289261762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Ro0L1zP9KtI/AAAAAAAAAbE/8BMSFLQmszg/s1600-h/wagner+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Ro0L1zP9KtI/AAAAAAAAAbE/8BMSFLQmszg/s320/wagner+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083732573289261778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-3359421946005734558?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/3359421946005734558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=3359421946005734558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/3359421946005734558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/3359421946005734558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/07/viena-parte-1.html' title='Viena - parte 1'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Ro0R6zP9LJI/AAAAAAAAAek/YnpuwXccAo8/s72-c/schonbrun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-7766380656897029499</id><published>2007-07-04T17:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-05T15:48:26.836Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OnTour'/><title type='text'>O que há de diferente nesta fotografia?</title><content type='html'>Em Munique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=7766380656897029499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/7766380656897029499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/7766380656897029499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/07/o-que-h-de-diferente-nesta-fotografia.html' title='O que há de diferente nesta fotografia?'/><author><name>Um dos Marretas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18077901469968697691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RovLITP9KlI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Q5cl6bo7hPw/s1600-h/melk+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RovLITP9KlI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Q5cl6bo7hPw/s320/melk+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083379947884325458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RovL-zP9KoI/AAAAAAAAAac/tcJwTXxtOWI/s1600-h/melk5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RovL-zP9KoI/AAAAAAAAAac/tcJwTXxtOWI/s320/melk5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083380884187196034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RovLIjP9KmI/AAAAAAAAAaM/9nR7qxL-s1M/s1600-h/melk+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RovLIjP9KmI/AAAAAAAAAaM/9nR7qxL-s1M/s320/melk+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083379952179292770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-1523401832656185984?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/1523401832656185984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=1523401832656185984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/1523401832656185984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/1523401832656185984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/07/abadia-de-melk-austria.html' title='Abadia de Melk, Austria'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RovLITP9KkI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/O1S7h2dxHdM/s72-c/melk+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-1723374374406993798</id><published>2007-07-04T16:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-05T17:30:36.930Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OnTour'/><title type='text'>Kirche am Steinhof (Otto Wagner), Vienna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RovJUDP9KgI/AAAAAAAAAZc/KLDfGlbCDC8/s1600-h/2007-06-30+Austria+189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RovJUDP9KgI/AAAAAAAAAZc/KLDfGlbCDC8/s320/2007-06-30+Austria+189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083377950724532738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RovJUTP9KhI/AAAAAAAAAZk/IfYf4BcIv9Q/s1600-h/2007-06-30+Austria+191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RovJUTP9KhI/AAAAAAAAAZk/IfYf4BcIv9Q/s320/2007-06-30+Austria+191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083377955019500050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RovJUTP9KiI/AAAAAAAAAZs/gT97HCgDI_E/s1600-h/2007-06-30+Austria+199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RovJUTP9KiI/AAAAAAAAAZs/gT97HCgDI_E/s320/2007-06-30+Austria+199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083377955019500066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RovJUjP9KjI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/NHsmRxvkqRk/s1600-h/2007-06-30+Austria+206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RovJUjP9KjI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/NHsmRxvkqRk/s320/2007-06-30+Austria+206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083377959314467378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-1723374374406993798?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/1723374374406993798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=1723374374406993798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/1723374374406993798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/1723374374406993798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/07/kirche-am-steinhof-otto-wagner-vienna.html' title='Kirche am Steinhof (Otto Wagner), Vienna'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RovJUDP9KgI/AAAAAAAAAZc/KLDfGlbCDC8/s72-c/2007-06-30+Austria+189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-4224560633604004821</id><published>2007-07-03T17:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-07-03T17:13:46.189Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>Ele há coisas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/europe/6265592.stm"&gt;Stressed Spaniards smash up hotel&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!-- S BO --&gt;&lt;!-- S IBOX --&gt;A group of stressed-out people in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Spain&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; have been given a chance to let off steam by demolishing a hotel in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Madrid&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The 30 winners of a contest run by NH Hoteles were given sledgehammers to smash up the bedrooms and bathrooms of the 146-room hotel in the capital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The participants of the "roomolition" were selected by psychologists from more than 200 stressed applicants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The winners included top executives and a working mother who said she simply wanted to hit something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!-- E SF --&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;High school teacher Pablo, another participant, said he really enjoyed letting off steam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;"I don't need to smash my classroom now, not anymore - I'm already relaxed," Pablo was quoted as saying by Reuters news agency. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The group were allowed to destroy the interiors on one entire floor of the hotel before builders move in to start a refurbishment.&lt;!-- E BO --&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-4224560633604004821?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/4224560633604004821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=4224560633604004821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/4224560633604004821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/4224560633604004821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/07/ele-h-coisas.html' title='Ele há coisas...'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-5718042988554021358</id><published>2007-06-10T17:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-05T17:31:51.746Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teatro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Londres'/><title type='text'>The Lady from Dubuque</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rmw4lwa-ZfI/AAAAAAAAAZE/3wFuuWjv_lQ/s1600-h/2007-06-07+Lady+Dubuque0.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rmw4lwa-ZfI/AAAAAAAAAZE/3wFuuWjv_lQ/s320/2007-06-07+Lady+Dubuque0.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074493101444064754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rmw4mAa-ZgI/AAAAAAAAAZM/8k-BiWcdWcc/s1600-h/2007-06-07+Lady+Dubuque2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rmw4mAa-ZgI/AAAAAAAAAZM/8k-BiWcdWcc/s320/2007-06-07+Lady+Dubuque2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074493105739032066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intrigante e provocadora. Divertida e intensa. Valeu bem as £20 (incluindo jantar).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-5718042988554021358?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/5718042988554021358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=5718042988554021358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/5718042988554021358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/5718042988554021358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/06/lady-from-dubuque.html' title='The Lady 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rmw3xwa-ZeI/AAAAAAAAAY8/icgeUGWZkHk/s1600-h/2007-06-07+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rmw3xwa-ZeI/AAAAAAAAAY8/icgeUGWZkHk/s320/2007-06-07+167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074492208090867170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rmw3pga-ZXI/AAAAAAAAAYE/9MtIW5I_bTI/s1600-h/2007-06-07+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rmw3pga-ZXI/AAAAAAAAAYE/9MtIW5I_bTI/s320/2007-06-07+132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074492066356946290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rmw3pwa-ZZI/AAAAAAAAAYU/WNzCWYfCFxU/s1600-h/2007-06-07+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rmw3xga-ZcI/AAAAAAAAAYs/bbT8KvSLPCs/s72-c/2007-06-07+154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-3029423991965661873</id><published>2007-06-10T17:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-10T17:33:55.754Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Londres'/><title type='text'>Affordable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rmw10Aa-ZRI/AAAAAAAAAXU/uYu20yJWjUE/s1600-h/2007-06-07+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rmw10Aa-ZRI/AAAAAAAAAXU/uYu20yJWjUE/s400/2007-06-07+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074490047722317074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/dict.asp?Word=affordable"&gt;&lt;span id="ThesaurusTitle"&gt;Thesaurus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;table style="width: 690px; height: 78px;" id="wn"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adj.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;affordable&lt;/b&gt; - that you have the financial means for; "low-cost housing"&lt;div class="Syn"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/low-cost"&gt;low-cost&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/low-priced"&gt;low-priced&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Rel"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/cheap"&gt;cheap&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/inexpensive"&gt;inexpensive&lt;/a&gt; - relatively low in price or charging low prices; "it would have been cheap at twice the price"; "inexpensive family restaurants"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rmws_Qa-ZOI/AAAAAAAAAW8/bFaeT2wcy8o/s1600-h/2007-06-01+240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rmws_Qa-ZOI/AAAAAAAAAW8/bFaeT2wcy8o/s320/2007-06-01+240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074480345391195362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rmws2Qa-ZII/AAAAAAAAAWM/fLzTr5xiiG0/s1600-h/2007-06-01+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rmws2Qa-ZII/AAAAAAAAAWM/fLzTr5xiiG0/s320/2007-06-01+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074480190772372610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rmws_ga-ZPI/AAAAAAAAAXE/DJqbCbV3pmc/s1600-h/2007-06-01+261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rmws_ga-ZPI/AAAAAAAAAXE/DJqbCbV3pmc/s320/2007-06-01+261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074480349686162674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rmws2ga-ZKI/AAAAAAAAAWc/eDVgXwJZA84/s1600-h/2007-06-01+203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rmws2ga-ZKI/AAAAAAAAAWc/eDVgXwJZA84/s320/2007-06-01+203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074480195067339938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rmws2ga-ZJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/hXTkmBW61Ns/s1600-h/2007-06-01+201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rmws2ga-ZJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/hXTkmBW61Ns/s320/2007-06-01+201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074480195067339922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rmws2ga-ZLI/AAAAAAAAAWk/MO801ou-tf4/s1600-h/2007-06-01+214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rmws2ga-ZLI/AAAAAAAAAWk/MO801ou-tf4/s320/2007-06-01+214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074480195067339954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-7763600598816072503?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/7763600598816072503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=7763600598816072503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/7763600598816072503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/7763600598816072503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/06/da-london-bridge-tate-modern.html' title='Da London Bridge à Tate Modern'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rmw7WAa-ZhI/AAAAAAAAAZU/RxFRce02wGo/s72-c/2007-06-01+228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-8539662259112666637</id><published>2007-06-09T09:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-09T10:04:30.487Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Londres'/><title type='text'>I Sing of Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rmp6xQa-ZHI/AAAAAAAAAWE/0V6_gnLBeZI/s1600-h/2007-06-07+500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rmp6xQa-ZHI/AAAAAAAAAWE/0V6_gnLBeZI/s400/2007-06-07+500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074002916826571890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niyi Osundare, b.1947, Nigeria&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;I Sing of Change&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poet, dramatist, critic, essayist, and media columnist, who studied at the Universities of Ibadan, Leeds and York (Canada), and is presently Professor of English at University of New Orleans, USA, and a columnist for &lt;em&gt;Newswatch&lt;/em&gt;, a prominent Nigerian news magazine. He is an intensely political poet and a dedicated campaigner for human rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poetrysoc.com/content/education/potu/"&gt;http://www.poetrysoc.com/content/education/potu/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-8539662259112666637?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/8539662259112666637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=8539662259112666637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/8539662259112666637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/8539662259112666637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-sing-of-change.html' title='I Sing of Change'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/Rmp6xQa-ZHI/AAAAAAAAAWE/0V6_gnLBeZI/s72-c/2007-06-07+500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-5303841932495641439</id><published>2007-06-07T15:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-07T15:36:31.836Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Londres'/><title type='text'>Beyond Belief</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmgkGQa-ZDI/AAAAAAAAAVk/AJSrzteBtMc/s1600-h/2007-06-07+DHirst.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmgkGQa-ZDI/AAAAAAAAAVk/AJSrzteBtMc/s320/2007-06-07+DHirst.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073344670138786866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmgkGga-ZEI/AAAAAAAAAVs/t1_e3OU1-FE/s1600-h/2007-06-07+DHirst2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmgkGga-ZEI/AAAAAAAAAVs/t1_e3OU1-FE/s320/2007-06-07+DHirst2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073344674433754178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmgkGwa-ZFI/AAAAAAAAAV0/9-IgSY-KEuY/s1600-h/2007-06-07+DHirst3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmgkGwa-ZFI/AAAAAAAAAV0/9-IgSY-KEuY/s320/2007-06-07+DHirst3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073344678728721490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Cube Gallery, Mason's Yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitecube.com/exhibitions/beyond_belief/"&gt;http://www.whitecube.com/exhibitions/beyond_belief/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A arte é subjectiva e a sua definição arbitrária. Mas a exposição do Damien Hirst é muito provocadora. Entrei com um preconceito que ia achar tudo uma grande hype (reservas para ver o For the love of God? 5 minutos por slot? filas? segurança?) mas sai com a imagem da originalidade das obras e o insólito na apresentação, o fizeram desta visita um acontecimento memorável! Bem mais memorável que a tão ansiada ida à Tate Modern que tirando o edifício e a sua magnífica localização tem apenas um conjunto de obras chatas e repetitivas (um Kandinsky é igual a outro Kandinsky...).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-5303841932495641439?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/5303841932495641439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=5303841932495641439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/5303841932495641439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/5303841932495641439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/06/beyond-belief.html' title='Beyond Belief'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmgkGQa-ZDI/AAAAAAAAAVk/AJSrzteBtMc/s72-c/2007-06-07+DHirst.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-3772625432941733944</id><published>2007-06-05T16:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-05T16:43:08.707Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Londres'/><title type='text'>Logo da discórdia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/43010000/gif/_43010527_london_new_pink_203.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/43010000/gif/_43010527_london_new_pink_203.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda agora foi revelado e já é objecto de crítica e sátira:&lt;br /&gt;- do site da &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/other_sports/olympics_2012/6722763.stm"&gt;BBC&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;An online petition calling for it to be scrapped has more than 25,000 signatures and over 3,200 messages have been posted on the BBC Sport website.&lt;/blockquote&gt;- Do Metro, jornal gratuito, de hoje de manhã:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmWRjAa-Y9I/AAAAAAAAAU0/C3jF8mCMB9U/s1600-h/logo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmWRjAa-Y9I/AAAAAAAAAU0/C3jF8mCMB9U/s320/logo.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072620585897321426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Até tinha piada se não fosse ter custado £400,000 a desenvolver... eu também fazia um símbolo esquisito por esse valor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The real London 2012 symbol was revealed yesterday after a year's work and a £400,000 investment.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-3772625432941733944?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/3772625432941733944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=3772625432941733944' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/3772625432941733944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/3772625432941733944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/06/logo-da-discrdia.html' title='Logo da discórdia'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmWRjAa-Y9I/AAAAAAAAAU0/C3jF8mCMB9U/s72-c/logo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-1729492951925285347</id><published>2007-06-03T15:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-03T19:10:12.207Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><title type='text'>Despedida de Tony Blair</title><content type='html'>Na semana em que Portugal teve uma greve geral (qual o impacto e adesão poucos sabem, ou então foi tão reduzida que não teve qualquer expressão), foi também publicado no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Economist&lt;/span&gt; um &lt;a href="http://www.economist.com/opinion/displaystory.cfm?story_id=9257593"&gt;artigo escrito por Tony Blair&lt;/a&gt; no momento da sua partida, no qual são expressas algumas ideias que se enquadram nos motivos invocados pelos organizadores da greve mas cuja interpretação é, obviamente, diferente. Apesar deste artigo ter algumas ideias com as quais discordo, na sua grande maioria julgo que espelha um sentido de Estado e uma visão do mundo bastante interessante e que explica, em parte, a razão pela qual os Ingleses têm vindo a dar cartas na Europa e no Mundo. A Europa precisava de mais líderes assim.&lt;br /&gt;Vou deixar aqui uma pequena passagem que revela esse espírito, que Portugal e a Europa deveriam seguir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. “Open v closed” is as important today in politics as “left v right”&lt;/em&gt;. Nations do best when they are prepared to be open to the world. This means open in their economies, eschewing protectionism, welcoming foreign investment, running flexible labour markets. It means also open to the benefit of controlled immigration. For all nations this is a hugely contentious area of policy. But I have no doubt London is stronger and more successful through the encouragement of targeted migration.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Isolationism and protectionism now cut across left and right boundaries. They are easy tunes to play but pointless in anything other than the very short-term.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. The role of the state is changing&lt;/em&gt;. The state today needs to be enabling and based on a partnership with the citizen, one of mutual rights and responsibilities. The implications are profound. Public services need to go through the same revolution—professionally, culturally and in organisation—that the private sector has been through.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The old monolithic provision has to be broken down. The user has to be given real power and preference. The system needs proper incentives and rewards. The purpose should be so that public services can adapt and adjust naturally—self-generating reform—rather than being continually prodded and pushed from the centre. Public-sector unions can't be allowed to determine the shape of public services.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In Britain we have put huge investment into our public services. But we are also opening the health service to private and voluntary-sector partnerships, introducing a payment-by-results system, creating competition and allowing hospitals to become self-governing trusts. The new academies and trust schools will have the freedom to develop as independent but non-fee-paying schools, with outside partners like businesses, universities and charities able to sponsor and run them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Welfare systems work only if there is shared responsibility&lt;/em&gt;—the state to provide help, the citizens to use that help to help themselves. The pensions reforms Britain is now putting through will, over the decades, give us a system that is affordable and fair between the generations, by ensuring that, though each citizen is guaranteed a basic pension, they will be expected to top that up with their own finances.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Law and order matters in a way that is more profound than most commentary suggests&lt;/em&gt;. It used to be that progressives were people who wanted an end to prejudice and discrimination and took the view that, in crime, social causes were paramount. Conservatives thought crime was a matter of individual responsibility and that campaigns against discrimination were so much political correctness.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today the public distinguishes clearly between personal lifestyle issues, where they are liberal, and crime, where they are definitely not. It is what I call the pro-gay-rights, tough-on-crime position. It confounds traditional left/right views.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Social exclusion needs special focus&lt;/em&gt;. From 1979 to 1997 the incomes of the richest 20% in Britain grew faster (2.5%) than the incomes of the poorest 20% (0.8%). That has been reversed. Since 1997 the incomes of the poorest have risen faster (2.2%) than the richest (2%). However, this masks a tail of under-achievers, the socially excluded. The rising tide does not lift their ships. This issue of social exclusion is common throughout Western nations. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Finally, political parties will have to change radically their modus operandi&lt;/em&gt;. Contrary to mythology, political parties aren't dying; public interest in politics is as intense as it ever was. As the recent turn-out in the French election shows: give people a real contest and they will come out and vote.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But politics is subject to the same forces of change as everything else. It is less tribal; people will be interested in issues, not necessarily ideologies; political organisation if it is rigid is off-putting; and there are myriad new ways of communicating information. Above all, political parties need to go out and seek public participation, not wait for the public to be permitted the privilege of becoming part of the sect.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, membership should be looser, policymaking broader and more representative, the internet and interactive communication the norm. Open it all up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-1729492951925285347?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/1729492951925285347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=1729492951925285347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/1729492951925285347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/1729492951925285347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/06/despedida-de-tony-blair.html' title='Despedida de Tony Blair'/><author><name>Um dos Marretas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18077901469968697691</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-6851832957890996917</id><published>2007-06-02T18:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-05T17:32:15.701Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Londres'/><title type='text'>Cores e Sabores do Mercado de Borough - Bankside, London</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmG57ZBRAyI/AAAAAAAAAUc/pTk9egz4qi0/s1600-h/2007-06-01+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmG57ZBRAyI/AAAAAAAAAUc/pTk9egz4qi0/s320/2007-06-01+154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071539085375505186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmG6AJBRA0I/AAAAAAAAAUs/0hlGgyZv0Sw/s1600-h/2007-06-01+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmG6AJBRA0I/AAAAAAAAAUs/0hlGgyZv0Sw/s320/2007-06-01+130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071539166979883842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmG5uJBRAvI/AAAAAAAAAUE/GAC3J3I6n-c/s1600-h/2007-06-01+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmG5uJBRAvI/AAAAAAAAAUE/GAC3J3I6n-c/s320/2007-06-01+140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071538857742238450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmG57pBRAzI/AAAAAAAAAUk/O8MZZxtaBAg/s1600-h/2007-06-01+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmG57pBRAzI/AAAAAAAAAUk/O8MZZxtaBAg/s320/2007-06-01+155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071539089670472498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmG5uZBRAwI/AAAAAAAAAUM/67Nq-kKJKBY/s1600-h/2007-06-01+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmG5uZBRAwI/AAAAAAAAAUM/67Nq-kKJKBY/s320/2007-06-01+141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071538862037205762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmG5upBRAxI/AAAAAAAAAUU/34ICIxVMT5I/s1600-h/2007-06-01+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmG5upBRAxI/AAAAAAAAAUU/34ICIxVMT5I/s320/2007-06-01+145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071538866332173074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-6851832957890996917?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/6851832957890996917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=6851832957890996917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/6851832957890996917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/6851832957890996917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/06/cores-e-sabores-do-mercado-de-borough.html' title='Cores e Sabores do Mercado de Borough - Bankside, London'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmG57ZBRAyI/AAAAAAAAAUc/pTk9egz4qi0/s72-c/2007-06-01+154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-3597595760800546604</id><published>2007-06-02T18:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-10T17:59:46.159Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Londres'/><title type='text'>Catedral de Southwark</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmG5MZBRAuI/AAAAAAAAAT8/zOH0ZXCSJhk/s1600-h/2007-06-01+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmG5MZBRAuI/AAAAAAAAAT8/zOH0ZXCSJhk/s320/2007-06-01+112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071538277921653474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmG4_pBRAtI/AAAAAAAAAT0/-bT62SeFpdw/s1600-h/2007-06-01+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmG4_pBRAtI/AAAAAAAAAT0/-bT62SeFpdw/s320/2007-06-01+096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071538058878321362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmG4yJBRAqI/AAAAAAAAATc/6jeCxfRf9DQ/s1600-h/2007-06-01+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmG4yJBRAqI/AAAAAAAAATc/6jeCxfRf9DQ/s320/2007-06-01+072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071537826950087330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmG4x5BRApI/AAAAAAAAATU/8CM98wCGxoE/s1600-h/2007-06-01+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmG4x5BRApI/AAAAAAAAATU/8CM98wCGxoE/s320/2007-06-01+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071537822655120018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Catedral de Southwark foi uma agradável surpresa numa área de Londres que se deduz que num passado recente foi bem mais pesada do que actualmente. Armazéns à beira rio, metro e comboio em viadutos, mercado de comida grossista, uma antiga prisão (Clink). A igreja já rodeada por todos os lados, mas consegue sobressair no meio urbano em que se encontra.&lt;br /&gt;Um dos conjuntos de vitrais é uma homenagem a Shakespeare, o mais famoso pároco da igreja segundo o padre que gentilmente nos mostrou o Romeu e Julieta no topo, o Hamlet, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Southwark_Cathedral"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Southwark Cathedral&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;The Cathedral and Collegiate Church of St Saviour and St Mary Overie&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Southwark" title="Southwark"&gt;Southwark&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/London" title="London"&gt;London&lt;/a&gt;, lies on the south bank of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/River_Thames" title="River Thames"&gt;River Thames&lt;/a&gt; close to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/London_Bridge" title="London Bridge"&gt;London Bridge&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is the mother church of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anglican" title="Anglican"&gt;Anglican&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anglican_Diocese_of_Southwark" title="Anglican Diocese of Southwark"&gt;Diocese of Southwark&lt;/a&gt;. It has been the place of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christian" title="Christian"&gt;Christian&lt;/a&gt; worship for over 1,400 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The main &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Railway" title="Railway"&gt;railway&lt;/a&gt; line from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/London_Bridge_rail_station" title="London Bridge rail station"&gt;London Bridge station&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cannon_Street_station" title="Cannon Street station"&gt;Cannon Street station&lt;/a&gt; passes close to the cathedral, blocking the view from the south side. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Borough_Market" title="Borough Market"&gt;Borough Market&lt;/a&gt; and the Hall of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Worshipful_Company_of_Glaziers_and_Painters_of_Glass" title="Worshipful Company of Glaziers and Painters of Glass"&gt;Worshipful Company of Glaziers and Painters of Glass&lt;/a&gt; by the river are in the immediate vicinity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-3597595760800546604?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/3597595760800546604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=3597595760800546604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/3597595760800546604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/3597595760800546604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/06/catedral-de-southwark.html' title='Catedral de Southwark'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmG5MZBRAuI/AAAAAAAAAT8/zOH0ZXCSJhk/s72-c/2007-06-01+112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132382011305083199.post-721971789065736374</id><published>2007-06-02T18:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-05T17:32:36.285Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Londres'/><title type='text'>Uma semana na vida dos "coots"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmGzEZBRAoI/AAAAAAAAATM/THJEGMNeXtg/s1600-h/2007-06-02+333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmGzEZBRAoI/AAAAAAAAATM/THJEGMNeXtg/s320/2007-06-02+333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071531543412933250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmGy-pBRAnI/AAAAAAAAATE/xgZc7fsBSzg/s1600-h/2007-06-02+328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmGy-pBRAnI/AAAAAAAAATE/xgZc7fsBSzg/s320/2007-06-02+328.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071531444628685426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Uma semana faz muita diferença na vida dos "&lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/dict.asp?Word=coot"&gt;coots&lt;/a&gt;". Na semana passada mal conseguiam equilibrar-se nas tábuas das obras, esta semana já conseguem nadar atrás dos pais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132382011305083199-721971789065736374?l=blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/721971789065736374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132382011305083199&amp;postID=721971789065736374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/721971789065736374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132382011305083199/posts/default/721971789065736374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogcompronunciadonorte.blogspot.com/2007/06/uma-semana-na-vida-dos-coots.html' title='Uma semana na vida dos &quot;coots&quot;'/><author><name>Mãe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955698303527390397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wkv7QhWjKqI/RmGzEZBRAoI/AAAAAAAAATM/THJEGMNeXtg/s72-c/2007-06-02+333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
