<?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-6160907</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:05:54.101+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu é maior do que o teu!</title><subtitle type='html'>Opiniões e medições para gomson@hotmail.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>172</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-111585401986929103</id><published>2005-05-12T00:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T00:26:59.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Dash.</title><summary type='text'> Which Incredibles Character Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/111585401986929103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/111585401986929103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-dash.html' title='I&apos;m Dash.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-111390901067316534</id><published>2005-04-19T12:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T12:10:10.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite de sexta-feira.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/111390901067316534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/111390901067316534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2005/04/noite-de-sexta-feira.html' title='Noite de sexta-feira.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-111279851063568465</id><published>2005-04-06T15:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T15:44:05.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um ceirinho do post anterior.</title><summary type='text'>Moz Live!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/111279851063568465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/111279851063568465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2005/04/um-ceirinho-do-post-anterior.html' title='Um ceirinho do post anterior.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-111247944666435547</id><published>2005-04-02T22:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T23:04:06.663+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Double M.</title><summary type='text'>Já cá cantam em versão dupla :) Uma descoberta,em Barcelona, com direito a arrepio e pele de galinha. O DVD e o CD, ambos ao vivo. Manchester e Earls Court. Enjoy. I will!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/111247944666435547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/111247944666435547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2005/04/double-m.html' title='Double M.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-110812259654911778</id><published>2005-02-11T11:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-11T11:49:56.550Z</updated><title type='text'>Em bola ou às fatias?</title><summary type='text'>Num anúncio do El Corte Inglés que circula na imprensa portuguesa, entre outros produtos, divulga-se um CD de FlamencoJazz 2. Até aqui tudo bem, mas se lermos atentamente o texto que o acompanha temos uma surpresa. Ora leiam: "Será arte, o que os jovens músicos espanhóis estão a reinventar com diferentes estilos, onde misturam flamengo com jazz e jazz  com flamengo  sem qualquer preconceito?"Eu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/110812259654911778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/110812259654911778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2005/02/em-bola-ou-s-fatias.html' title='Em bola ou às fatias?'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-110184617356795930</id><published>2004-11-30T20:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-30T20:22:53.566Z</updated><title type='text'>The end.</title><summary type='text'>Acabou o circo governamental. Veio um bocado tarde, mas veio.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/110184617356795930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/110184617356795930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/11/end.html' title='The end.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-110017126806562025</id><published>2004-11-11T10:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-11T11:20:39.766Z</updated><title type='text'>Ainda Antony.</title><summary type='text'>The Lake - Edgar Allan PoeIn spring of youth it was my lotTo haunt of the wide world a spotThe which I could not love the less-So lovely was the lonelinessOf a wild lake, with black rock bound,And the tall pines that towered around.But when the Night had thrown her pallUpon that spot, as upon all,And the mystic wind went byMurmuring in melody-Then- ah then I would awakeTo the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/110017126806562025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/110017126806562025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/11/ainda-antony.html' title='Ainda Antony.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-109999853275240825</id><published>2004-11-09T10:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-09T11:52:18.763Z</updated><title type='text'>Antony, a voz!</title><summary type='text'>Ontem, cheio de expectativa, fui assistir ao concerto de Antony and the Johnsons. Lindo, mas curto para o que realmente me apetecia. Antony (voz e piano) e apenas um Johnson (viola) vieram fazer a  primeira parte das CocoRosie, que se portaram lindamente também mas sobre elas falarei pouco, não vou falar muito sobre a parte técnica do concerto. Foi graças ao meu André que eu tomei conhecimento </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109999853275240825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109999853275240825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/11/antony-voz.html' title='Antony, a voz!'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-109977344135148329</id><published>2004-11-06T20:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-06T20:37:21.353Z</updated><title type='text'>Sound Burger.</title><summary type='text'>O meu novo brinquedo chama-se Sound Burger. É um leitor de discos de vinil ( ou vinilo, se preferirem) da marca Audio Technica e foi criado na década de 80. Um mimo que é já uma raridade. O meu é novinho, novinho. Vejam as fotos e percebam porque estou tão contente com ele. Hey Mr.Dj, put the record on Sound Burger!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109977344135148329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109977344135148329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/11/sound-burger.html' title='Sound Burger.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-109952224932138044</id><published>2004-11-03T22:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-03T22:50:49.320Z</updated><title type='text'>Luto mundial!</title><summary type='text'>Este blog sai de um período longo de hibernação para anunciar que está de luto. A criatura da foto ganhou ontem mais força.  A inteligência, o bom senso, a honestidade e a paz morreram. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109952224932138044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109952224932138044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/11/luto-mundial.html' title='Luto mundial!'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-109784669947248307</id><published>2004-10-15T14:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T14:24:59.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdi alguma coisa? </title><summary type='text'>Santanás respondendo ontem à acusação, por parte de Sócrates, de que estava ali sem ter sido escolhido democraticamente:"Eu estou aqui com o apoio da esmagadora maioria... que é o povo português!"Alguém se lembra dessas Eleições? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109784669947248307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109784669947248307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/10/perdi-alguma-coisa.html' title='Perdi alguma coisa? '/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-109783489325247395</id><published>2004-10-15T11:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T11:08:13.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paula Rego, MAC Serralves</title><summary type='text'>Inaugura hoje, às 22 horas, a exposição de Paula Rego em Serralves, numa selecção da sua obra desde 1996 - pela primeira vez serão apresentados os desenhos preparatórios das suas obras. Têm até 23 de Janeiro para se porem a caminho e dar uma boa vista de olhos.É imperdoável perder. Eu para ilustrar este post escolhi um trabalho que gosto muito e que não vai estar lá porque é de 1988, chama-se </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109783489325247395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109783489325247395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/10/paula-rego-mac-serralves.html' title='Paula Rego, MAC Serralves'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-109767487728761821</id><published>2004-10-13T14:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T14:41:17.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Pink c'est chic.</title><summary type='text'>Dia 25 deste mês, o primeiro canal totalmente gay começa em França. A Pink tv vai transmitir 24 horas por dia programas, filmes, documentários e afins destinados ao público GLBT ou, como se diz agora LGBT. Parece que aos poucos, o "Think Pink" deixa de ser apenas apanágio de um vinho merdoso e começa a dar os seus frutos. Eu sei bem que o que move muito do dinheiro/patrocínios para sustentar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109767487728761821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109767487728761821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/10/le-pink-cest-chic.html' title='Le Pink c&apos;est chic.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-109766592847575110</id><published>2004-10-13T13:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T12:12:08.476+01:00</updated><title type='text'>10000 músicas atrás de mim.</title><summary type='text'>Já posso, se quiser, andar com milhares de temas num só local. Acabaram-se as pastinhas com CDs, as capas partidas, a seca de tira CD põe CD. Para além de lindo de morrer, o meu iPod toca quase 12 horas sem parar, tem várias formas de organizar as faixas ( via iTunes), armazena os meus contactos, a minha agenda e ainda funciona como disco rígido de 40 GB. Estou rendido.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109766592847575110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109766592847575110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/10/10000-msicas-atrs-de-mim.html' title='10000 músicas atrás de mim.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-109766538440407394</id><published>2004-10-13T11:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T12:03:04.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eles voltaram.</title><summary type='text'>Já cá cantam dois regressos muito esperados. O primeiro é o da formação original da melhor ( adjectivo meu) banda dos anos oitenta, Duran Duran. O segundo é o de Nancy Sinatra com um álbum homónimo.Ainda não ouvi com atenção "Astronaut" e ando a digerir "Nancy Sinatra" (cada vez gosto mais). O primeiro é resultado da febre dos anos oitenta, o segundo de um empurrão dado por Deus Moz. O </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109766538440407394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109766538440407394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/10/eles-voltaram.html' title='Eles voltaram.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-109750904448377781</id><published>2004-10-11T16:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T16:37:24.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1952-2004</title><summary type='text'>O imortal Super-Homem morreu ontem vítima de paragem cardíaca. Restam-nos as memmórias dos vôos em filmes.É que Super-homem/Christopher Reeve só havia mesmo este e mais nenhum. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109750904448377781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109750904448377781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/10/1952-2004_11.html' title='1952-2004'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-109714851138249774</id><published>2004-10-07T13:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T12:28:31.383+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Clássicos a partir de hoje.</title><summary type='text'>O jornal Público inicia hoje mais uma colecção de DVDs. Desta vez, dedica-se aos clássicos americanos.Orson Wells, Otto Preminger, George Cukor, John Ford, Howard Hawks e muitos outros realizadores têm aqui o destaque merecido. O pontapé de saída é dado com Citizen Kane de Orson Wells (1941), . O poder, os mass media e o enigma de Rosebud são argumentos suficientes para que este revolucionário</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109714851138249774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109714851138249774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/10/clssicos-partir-de-hoje_07.html' title='Clássicos a partir de hoje.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-109714718988267852</id><published>2004-10-07T11:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T12:12:03.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Tenth!</title><summary type='text'>A revista Surface faz 10 anos. Para comemorar fez a habitué edição com várias capas: Golden Age, Party On e Light Years. O objectivo é fazer-nos comprar as 3, eu escolhi a Party On. Se só muda a capa, escolha-se a que mais se gosta. Neste número fazem o,também habitual, balanço dos 10 anos da revista e do mundo. Vale a pena comprar e guardar.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109714718988267852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109714718988267852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-tenth_07.html' title='Happy Tenth!'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-109691847452746552</id><published>2004-10-04T20:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T20:34:34.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu e a Ines.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109691847452746552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109691847452746552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/10/eu-e-ines.html' title='Eu e a Ines.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-109662666358012799</id><published>2004-10-01T11:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T11:37:59.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow will not be like today.</title><summary type='text'>Sem mais comentários.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109662666358012799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109662666358012799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/10/tomorrow-will-not-be-like-today.html' title='Tomorrow will not be like today.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-109606233476806338</id><published>2004-09-24T22:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T13:24:04.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cine-post.</title><summary type='text'>Esta semana para desanubiar a cabeça, que não anda no ar mas anda a viajar por algumas ilhas, fui ao cinema ver dois filmes muito diferentes. Não tenho uma visão redutora do cinema, vou a todas. Do filme mais comercial ao filme mais intelectual, desde que me apeteça, tenha curiosidade ou mesmo convites, não me faço rogado e lá vou eu para o escurinho ( no momento em que escrevo decorre o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109606233476806338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109606233476806338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/09/cine-post.html' title='Cine-post.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-109543926957525091</id><published>2004-09-17T17:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T01:21:00.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Marica tu!</title><summary type='text'>Vão aqui.Descubram uma paródia hilariante à música dos O-Zone. Está lá na lista de vídeos com o nome Marica Tu. Muito melhor do que o original.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109543926957525091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109543926957525091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/09/marica-tu.html' title='Marica tu!'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-109541418161637333</id><published>2004-09-17T10:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T10:43:01.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanhã é dia de Pour Homme.</title><summary type='text'>O meu amigo Andréapresenta amanhã, às 19 horas, no Centro Cultural de Belém o espectáculo Pour Homme. "Pour Homme é um percurso pelas representações do corpo masculino na História da Arte, publicidade e vida quotidiana. Através da recuperação de maneirismos, tiques, poses, posições masculinas, e do quanto a imagem pode ser um reflexo cultural da sociedade - o espectáculo resulta na busca de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109541418161637333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109541418161637333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/09/amanh-dia-de-pour-homme.html' title='Amanhã é dia de Pour Homme.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-109533687291518753</id><published>2004-09-16T13:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T14:16:18.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Spektrum.</title><summary type='text'>Ontem, no aniversário do TeCA, o bolo foi apresentado em versão concerto. A escolha do grupo para cantar os parabéns não podia ter sido melhor nem mais hype, Spektrum. Já o local não podia ter sido o mais desadequado, não entendo como se mete um disco como Enter the Spektrum num auditório com cadeiras. Não percebia antes de entrar e confirmei antes de sair.Quem conhece o trabalho dos Spektrum,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109533687291518753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109533687291518753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/09/spektrum.html' title='Spektrum.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-109533728102434732</id><published>2004-09-16T13:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T13:21:21.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi-TeCA.</title><summary type='text'>Aqui fica o programa completo do festival Hi-TeCA.15SET - Quarta-feira[22h00] - Spektrum17SET - Sexta-feira[22h00] - @c+Lia         - Burnt Friedman/Jaki Liebezeit feat. Josef Suchy [24h00] - Luís Espinheira [DJ]        - Farben (aka Jan Jelinek) [live act]         - Muesli Colectivo [DJ]18SET - Sábado[22h00] - Philip Jeck        - Fennesz feat. Jon Wozencroft [visuals][24h00] - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109533728102434732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109533728102434732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/09/hi-teca.html' title='Hi-TeCA.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-109526666677976895</id><published>2004-09-15T16:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T17:44:26.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Queen is not dead!</title><summary type='text'>Ainda estou meio tonto. Sexta-feira dou por mim muito constipado, mau agoiro para a grande noite de 13. Sábado desço para Lisboa e não saio uma única noite para não comprometer mais o meu estado de saúde. Era impensável ficar doente. Tudo correu bem, melhor mas não curado lá resisti à gripe e, segunda-feira, cheio de expectativas rumei para o Pavilhão Atlântico com um bilhete que me poria frente</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109526666677976895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109526666677976895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/09/queen-is-not-dead.html' title='The Queen is not dead!'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-109526346334649260</id><published>2004-09-15T16:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T16:51:03.346+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alive.</title><summary type='text'>O meu regresso à blogosfera andava a ser adiado há muito tempo. Tenho milhares de coisas para partilhar com quem me lê. Infelizmente a preguiça e um vai-e -vem desde o início de Agosto atrasavam sine die o meu comeback. Agora sim, VOLTEI!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109526346334649260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109526346334649260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m alive.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-109301929928808755</id><published>2004-08-20T17:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T17:28:19.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty job.</title><summary type='text'>Amanhã, volto aos pratos.  Para a semana volto ao blog.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109301929928808755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109301929928808755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/08/dirty-job.html' title='Dirty job.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-109137161592147726</id><published>2004-08-01T15:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T15:46:55.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vou ali e já venho.</title><summary type='text'>Em reconstrução até 16 de Agosto. Boas férias.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109137161592147726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109137161592147726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/08/vou-ali-e-j-venho.html' title='Vou ali e já venho.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-109066889497719991</id><published>2004-07-24T12:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T12:34:54.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem paga a caravana?</title><summary type='text'>Ontem, o Governo de Santana confirmou a  tal descentralização anunciada. Seis Secretarias de Estado vão ser instaladas em seis cidades portuguesas e "o Conselho de Ministros vai realizar-se em diferente locais do país, com periodicidade mensal, com início na próxima reunião, que "terá lugar na cidade do Porto no dia 29 de Julho". Quem benefícios traz isso para essas cidades e para o país? Quem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109066889497719991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109066889497719991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/07/quem-paga-caravana.html' title='Quem paga a caravana?'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-109057709315005009</id><published>2004-07-23T10:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T11:08:58.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Carlos Paredes 1925-2004</title><summary type='text'>Hoje, a Guitarra Portuguesa ficou orfã. Um adeus anunciado e muito triste. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109057709315005009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109057709315005009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/07/carlos-paredes-1925-2004.html' title='Carlos Paredes 1925-2004'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-109049359880981606</id><published>2004-07-22T11:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T12:07:29.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cara à banda!</title><summary type='text'>Ele tinha razão. Paulo Portas ao falar das futuras performances de Luís Nobre Guedes como Ministro do Ambiente referiu que os seus críticos iam ficar de cara à banda, "como diz o povo", com as surpresas que se advinham. Eu para já não duvido que vai ser assim com o Governo todo, todinho. Aliás, em menos de uma semana a minha cara não tem deixado esse estado. No dia da tomada de posse, fiquei</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109049359880981606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109049359880981606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/07/cara-banda.html' title='Cara à banda!'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-109049050890387287</id><published>2004-07-22T10:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T11:03:07.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Je_Bois - Information for All</title><summary type='text'>O je_bois esteve no Congresso Mundial de VIH/SIDA em Bangkok. Veio de lá com a mochila cheia de informações novas, algumas críticas e, esperamos todos, muita esperança. Estejam atentos aos seus relatos.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109049050890387287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109049050890387287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/07/jebois-information-for-all.html' title='Je_Bois - Information for All'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-109032235983167547</id><published>2004-07-20T12:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T12:19:19.830+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordem para construir.</title><summary type='text'>"Nova lei consagra poder das autarquiasCâmaras vão mandar nas reservas agrícolas e ecológicas." in Público (edição online), 20.07.04</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109032235983167547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109032235983167547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/07/ordem-para-construir.html' title='Ordem para construir.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-109031958873570350</id><published>2004-07-20T11:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T11:33:08.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuidado com o vinil!</title><summary type='text'>o vinil é bomestamos cansados de assistir a várias atrocidades cometidas durante a audição de discos de vinil.algumas pessoas demonstram total falta de respeito não só por nós como sobretudo por outras pessoas que pagam em média 9 euros por um maxi que vão levar para casa com dedadas gordurosas porque só temos aquela cópia em stock.com álbuns que podem custar para cima de 20 euros é </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109031958873570350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109031958873570350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/07/cuidado-com-o-vinil.html' title='Cuidado com o vinil!'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-109006590518665480</id><published>2004-07-17T13:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T13:05:05.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109006590518665480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109006590518665480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/07/hoje.html' title='Hoje.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-109006583433437572</id><published>2004-07-17T13:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T13:07:06.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aleluia.</title><summary type='text'>Madonna confirmou a sua vinda a Portugal dia 13 de Setembro. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109006583433437572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/109006583433437572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/07/aleluia.html' title='Aleluia.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108997243852280479</id><published>2004-07-16T11:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T13:04:25.203+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AMANHÃ.</title><summary type='text'>Amanhã, a partir das 23.55, estarei no Ribeira Douro. Hey Mr Dj, put the record on. They wanna dirty dance with their babys.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108997243852280479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108997243852280479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/07/amanh.html' title='AMANHÃ.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108997182575665498</id><published>2004-07-16T10:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T11:01:35.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SunSet Party.</title><summary type='text'>Hoje à noite, os meus amigos Ina e Sim.on partilham os pratos do AnikiBóbó com Matias Aguayo dos Closer Musik. Apareçam para ouvir.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108997182575665498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108997182575665498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/07/sunset-party_16.html' title='SunSet Party.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108979734514991274</id><published>2004-07-14T10:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T11:12:52.010+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Punch de Verão.</title><summary type='text'>É o Andy com a sua mala de CD's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108979734514991274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108979734514991274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/07/punch-de-vero.html' title='Punch de Verão.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108967151356481810</id><published>2004-07-12T23:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T23:31:53.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistério dos peixes.</title><summary type='text'>Tenho uma dúvida: onde pretende Santana Lopes colocar o Ministério das Pescas? No Atlântico ou num cacilheiro do Tejo?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108967151356481810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108967151356481810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/07/mistrio-dos-peixes.html' title='Mistério dos peixes.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108967122476607802</id><published>2004-07-12T23:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T23:27:04.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ministérios ambulantes.</title><summary type='text'>A melhor forma de descentralizar os Ministérios e Secretarias de Estado é colocar cada um deles numa autocaravana. Depois é só lançá-los à estrada e parar uma temporada em cada capital de distrito. Importante:não esquecer o sistema de som para avisar em que praça vai estar parado o circo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108967122476607802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108967122476607802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/07/ministrios-ambulantes.html' title='Ministérios ambulantes.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108967015437784777</id><published>2004-07-12T22:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T23:09:14.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anita e os Ministérios.</title><summary type='text'>Quem é que por estes dias anda a brincar com casinhas de Monopólio numa mão e um mapa na outra?Uma pista: as casinhas representam Ministérios e o mapa é o de Portugal.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108967015437784777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108967015437784777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/07/anita-e-os-ministrios.html' title='Anita e os Ministérios.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108955064772256701</id><published>2004-07-11T13:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T13:57:27.723+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma grande merda.</title><summary type='text'>Ontem fui ver o espectáculo 40 espontâneos da coreógrafa La Ribot. Aqui, e simplesmente porque o palco do TeCA é pequeno, os 40 passaram a 25. No início do espectáculo, a sala estava cheia de objectos e roupa espalhados pelas filas da plateia. Até aqui nada de novo, nem tão pouco surpreendente. Aos poucos começam a entrar os "espontâneos", invadem a sala e começam a recolha dos objectos e da </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108955064772256701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108955064772256701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/07/uma-grande-merda.html' title='Uma grande merda.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108948573633587216</id><published>2004-07-10T19:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T20:34:41.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Minhas, as suas palavras.</title><summary type='text'>A NATUREZA HUMANA: Que tipo de pessoa chora quando está a condecorar jogadores de futebol mas não verte uma única lágrima quando condena dez milhões de almas a serem governadas por Santana Lopes? Ricardo Araújo Pereira in Gato Fedorento</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108948573633587216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108948573633587216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/07/minhas-as-suas-palavras.html' title='Minhas, as suas palavras.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108932674955974087</id><published>2004-07-08T22:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T23:45:49.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A minha vida dava um disco(I)</title><summary type='text'>Dummy - PortisheadQuando todos esperavam ver a encabeçar os discos da minha vida um registo qualquer dos The Smiths ou Morrissey, eu troco-vos as voltas e apresento aquele que é sem dúvida o primeiro da lista: Dummy dos Portishead.Estávamos em 1994 e a melhor rádio que alguma vez existiu em Portugal, Xfm, brindava-nos diariamente com o que de melhor se fazia em termos musicais pelo mundo. Era</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108932674955974087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108932674955974087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/07/minha-vida-dava-um-discoi.html' title='A minha vida dava um disco(I)'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108932281622827533</id><published>2004-07-08T22:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T22:40:16.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A minha vida dava um disco.</title><summary type='text'>Começo hoje aqui, sem periodicidade certa, um conjunto de posts sobre os discos que mudaram a minha vida. A ver pela quantidade de paixões que tenho espera-se muita prosa.Tenham paciência. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108932281622827533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108932281622827533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/07/minha-vida-dava-um-disco.html' title='A minha vida dava um disco.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108903777520554484</id><published>2004-07-05T15:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T15:31:03.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganhámos todos!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108903777520554484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108903777520554484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/07/ganhmos-todos.html' title='Ganhámos todos!'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108902906536963660</id><published>2004-07-05T12:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T13:04:25.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Film, Virgil Widrich, 2003.</title><summary type='text'>Ontem vi, no programa Onda Curta da 2:,  uma curta-metragem de Virgil Widrich chamada Fast Film. O mínimo que eu posso dizer é que é uma obra-prima [ eu sou assim de paixões fortes e o mínimo é logo o máximo :)]. "About Fast FilmAustria/Luxembourg 2003, 14 min. 35 mm, color, 1:1,66, Dolby Digital "Fast Film" is an animated homage to motion pictures, hand-made by folding 65,000 print outs</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108902906536963660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108902906536963660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/07/fast-film-virgil-widrich-2003.html' title='Fast Film, Virgil Widrich, 2003.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108898423976058004</id><published>2004-07-05T00:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T15:34:12.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigado!!</title><summary type='text'>Durante várias semanas, a nossa Selecção trouxe de volta as cores da bandeira, o orgulho nacional e a alegria. Das três, acredito que só a última vai faltar na ressaca. Graças a um grupo de atletas que nos fizeram ter fé, muita fé, o resto vai ficar para sempre. Viva Portugal! Obrigado, Selecção.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108898423976058004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108898423976058004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/07/obrigado.html' title='Obrigado!!'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108890831539856023</id><published>2004-07-04T03:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T03:31:55.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1919-2004</title><summary type='text'> Aqui nesta praia ondeNão há nenhum vestígio de impureza,Aqui onde há somenteOndas tombando ininterruptamente,Puro espaço e lúcida unidade,Aqui o tempo apaixonadamenteEncontra a própria liberdade.Sophia de  Mello Breyner Andresen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108890831539856023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108890831539856023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/07/1919-2004.html' title='1919-2004'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108890767793242894</id><published>2004-07-04T03:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T03:21:17.933+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1924-2004</title><summary type='text'>Marlon Brandon</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108890767793242894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108890767793242894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/07/1924-2004.html' title='1924-2004'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108876528292094659</id><published>2004-07-02T11:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T11:48:02.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Petisan!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Petição  exingindo eleições antecipadas. Já reparou como as petições estão cada vez mais úteis?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108876528292094659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108876528292094659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/07/petisan.html' title='Petisan!!!!'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108876394265820777</id><published>2004-07-02T11:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T11:25:42.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estilo Caras ou estilo Machado de Assis?</title><summary type='text'>Santana Lopes prometeu, ontem, no seu primeiro discurso como Presidente do "PPD/PSD" um Governo com "novo estilo". Pergunto-me se será um estilo revista Caras com pareos de famosos estilistas e bar aberto fornecido pelo T-Clube, ou será um estilo escritor brasileiro morto desde 1908 mas a quem, em 2003, ainda é possível enviar um cartão de agradecimento pelo envio de uma das suas obras? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108876394265820777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108876394265820777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/07/estilo-caras-ou-estilo-machado-de.html' title='Estilo Caras ou estilo Machado de Assis?'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108868073444910496</id><published>2004-07-01T11:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T12:04:14.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poooooooooooortugal!</title><summary type='text'>Mais perto do Céu! Agora só faltam os gregos ou os checos e esta m**** é mesmo toda nossa.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108868073444910496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108868073444910496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/07/poooooooooooortugal.html' title='Poooooooooooortugal!'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108858950187743401</id><published>2004-06-30T10:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T11:00:40.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'>19h45</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108858950187743401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108858950187743401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/06/19h45.html' title='19h45'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108852022806743808</id><published>2004-06-29T15:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T15:43:48.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Melhor animação em Flash 2003.</title><summary type='text'>Os vídeos em Flash dos Lodger. Super!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108852022806743808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108852022806743808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/06/melhor-animao-em-flash-2003.html' title='Melhor animação em Flash 2003.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108850315917049990</id><published>2004-06-29T10:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T10:55:18.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Manifestação.</title><summary type='text'> Esta imagem foi gentilmente cedida pelo Barnabé.Um português, uma bandeira, um voto. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108850315917049990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108850315917049990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/06/manifestao.html' title='Manifestação.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108843144405447375</id><published>2004-06-28T14:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T15:04:04.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Leão de Ouro em Cyber para Portugal.</title><summary type='text'>Young Creatives Cyber CompetitionGoldPortugal Claudio LimaCopywriter, FCB Portugal Daniel PradoArt Director, FCB Portugal Leonardo PereiraWeb Designer, FCB Portugal Parabéns! Excelente trabalho, rapazes!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108843144405447375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108843144405447375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/06/leo-de-ouro-em-cyber-para-portugal.html' title='Leão de Ouro em Cyber para Portugal.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108842961307561032</id><published>2004-06-28T14:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T14:33:33.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PSL=Poder Sem Legitimidade.</title><summary type='text'>Amanhã é um dia mau para Portugal. Dias e dias de silêncio depois, o Durão Barroso anuncia se aceita ou não o tal convite. Entretanto ninguém nos explica nada, ninguém nos diz o é que um homem que esteve como esteve à frente do Governo de Portugal, vai fazer para a Europa e o que representa isso para o povo de um País. Quais as vantagens do sim e quais as consequências do não? Amanhã saberemos</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108842961307561032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108842961307561032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/06/pslpoder-sem-legitimidade.html' title='PSL=Poder Sem Legitimidade.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108820772124061853</id><published>2004-06-26T00:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T01:00:30.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108820772124061853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108820772124061853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/06/hoje.html' title='Hoje.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108817840836271407</id><published>2004-06-25T16:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T20:58:31.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amália e os poetas.</title><summary type='text'>A fabulosa colecção de CD's que o Público dedica semanalmente ao Fado, chegou ( a meu ver) ao seu topo hoje com a edição de "Amália e os Poetas". Antes já fora editado um CD, pela EMI-Valentim de Carvalho, também ele dedicado à previlegiada relação de Amália com os poetas portugueses, os clássicos e os contemporâneos. "Amália 50 anos - Os Poetas" era parte de uma colecçção para assinalar os 50 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108817840836271407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108817840836271407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/06/amlia-e-os-poetas.html' title='Amália e os poetas.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108817766110364572</id><published>2004-06-25T16:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T16:34:21.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Portugal!</title><summary type='text'>Hoje são estas as cores do meu coração. Estou muito,muito, muito rouco. Sofri e gritei ontem como nunca o tinha feito na vida. Foi duro, mas recompensador. Parabéns e Viva Portugal!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108817766110364572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108817766110364572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/06/viva-portugal.html' title='Viva Portugal!'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108799210056151982</id><published>2004-06-23T12:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T13:03:39.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kings.</title><summary type='text'>Para ouvir em frente ao mar, ao acordar, ao entardecer. É lindo. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108799210056151982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108799210056151982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/06/kings.html' title='Kings.&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.kingsofconvenience.com/cover.jpg&quot;&gt;'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108792593521542503</id><published>2004-06-22T18:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T18:38:55.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Queer as Folk, Domingo na 2:</title><summary type='text'>Queer as Folk foi um sucesso estrondoso na televisão inglesa ( mais tarde foi recriada para o público americano igualmente com sucesso; a série inglesa ficou-se por duas temporadas, a americana já vai na quarta). Quando foi exibida pela primeira vez (2000), ainda quebrava muitos mitos e outros tantos taboos com ousadia, amor, humor, verdade. Traz-nos a vida tal qual ela é, no more no less. É uma</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108792593521542503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108792593521542503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/06/queer-as-folk-domingo-na-2.html' title='Queer as Folk, Domingo na 2:'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108792239080430659</id><published>2004-06-22T17:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T17:39:50.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pula, Pitcha e Puncha.</title><summary type='text'> Amanhã à noite, o dj Andy Punch, vai fazer dupla com o Pitch e pôr toda a gente a pular no PopUpBar.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108792239080430659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108792239080430659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/06/pula-pitcha-e-puncha.html' title='Pula, Pitcha e Puncha.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108790419700172942</id><published>2004-06-22T12:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T12:36:37.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs to Save Your Life by God...erm... Moz.</title><summary type='text'>Moz compilou o CD que vai , segundo ele, salvar as nossas vidas. Para começar salva-nos um bocadinho a carteira: vem grátis com o NME, por 4 euros. Consultem o alinhamento e escolham o salva-vidas preferido. O meu vem logo em primeiro. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108790419700172942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108790419700172942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/06/songs-to-save-your-life-by-goderm-moz.html' title='Songs to Save Your Life by God...erm... Moz.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108759411117196980</id><published>2004-06-18T22:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T22:29:49.706+01:00</updated><title type='text'>VinylBox.</title><summary type='text'>Sammy Goossens - "X" (12") * Trapez LTD 017Tiga - "Pleasure from the bass" (12") * PiasRework - "Like me" (12")* Playhouse 84V.A.- "The lost tracks"(12") * Dial 16Delon &amp; Dalcan - "Dunufus" (12") * Boxer 015Contriva- "club hit ep" (12") * monika 18Junior Boys - "LastExit" (LP) *Kin003M.I.A. - "Schawrzweiß" (LP) * sub static 36</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108759411117196980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108759411117196980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/06/vinylbox.html' title='VinylBox.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108756939457832894</id><published>2004-06-18T15:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T15:36:34.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Junior Boys.</title><summary type='text'>Ando a ouvir em modo repeat, o álbum Last Exit  do trio canadiano Junior Boys. É electro pop no seu melhor estado.  Continuo a ser um amante fiel do tema Birthday, primeiro máxi editado pelos rapazes,  mas agora estou a juntar-lhe outras paixões. Há disco beats, há letras quase sussurradas, há memórias boas do melhor dos anos 80 ( sim, do mau já estamos outra vez fartos), há amor, há dança, há </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108756939457832894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108756939457832894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/06/junior-boys.html' title='Junior Boys.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108756830692555847</id><published>2004-06-18T15:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T15:18:26.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O que é que diz na tua batata?</title><summary type='text'>Segundo o site adlatina, a Procter&amp;Gamble vai lançar, em Agosto, uma nova variedade de Pringles. Pela primeira vez, na história do comércio alimentar, vamos ter frases escritas no próprio produto. Verdade!!!  Em cada Pringle haverá uma pergunta e uma respectiva resposta do Trivial Junior, impressa em  tinta comestível e sem qualquer tipo de toxicidade. Confesso que odeio as Pringles, mas admito</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108756830692555847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108756830692555847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/06/o-que-que-diz-na-tua-batata.html' title='O que é que diz na tua batata?'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108724904177685598</id><published>2004-06-14T22:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T22:37:21.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PPergunta.</title><summary type='text'>Será que o Dr.Paulo Portas já conseguiu identificar todos os portugueses que ontem o apuparam? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108724904177685598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108724904177685598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/06/ppergunta.html' title='PPergunta.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108672943452212671</id><published>2004-06-08T22:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T22:17:14.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgente!</title><summary type='text'>Como já é público, o concerto de Madonna no Pavilhão Atlântico está em risco de não se realizar. A igreja maná ( com minúscula porque não merece mais) não está com vontade de ceder e ir pregar para outra freguesia, neste caso, outro local. É preciso agir. Assinem aqui a petição que será enviada aos responsáveis da igreja em questão. Madonna ou maná, escolham.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108672943452212671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108672943452212671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/06/urgente.html' title='Urgente!'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108668935325630942</id><published>2004-06-08T11:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T11:09:13.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anikersário.</title><summary type='text'>Quarta-feira, a partir das 23h, o Aniki Bóbó festeja o 19º aniversário. Apareçam para cantar os parabéns. O programa musical é variado. Muito variado. das 23h às 23,45h. - dj. Becas (vivo para a música - 85)das 23h45 ás 24h. - cânticos alusivos à data, discursos, bolo, brindes ealgumas lágrimasdas 00 às 01h. - HORA PRETA (Pedro Djassi + Marcuz Cruz)das 01 às 02h. - HORA + OU - "ALEGRE" (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108668935325630942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108668935325630942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/06/anikersrio.html' title='Anikersário.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108668890858473597</id><published>2004-06-08T11:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T11:01:48.583+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vénus!</title><summary type='text'>1882-2004-2117.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108668890858473597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108668890858473597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/06/vnus.html' title='Vénus!'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-10863572743120886</id><published>2004-06-04T14:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T14:54:34.313+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda bem que não fui.</title><summary type='text'>"Carne de vaca, salsichas e caldo verde impróprios para consumoApreendidas duas toneladas de alimentos em más condições para venda no Rock in Rio" in Público.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/10863572743120886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/10863572743120886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/06/ainda-bem-que-no-fui.html' title='Ainda bem que não fui.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108635577088477142</id><published>2004-06-04T14:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T14:32:26.463+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"A boy in the bush is worth two in the hand", The Smiths </title><summary type='text'>Não resisti a publicar esta foto porque me faz  lembrar os Village People. Fui roubá-la aoRenas que roubou ao Barnabé. Ora, ladrão que rouba ladrão tem cem anos de perdão.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108635577088477142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108635577088477142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/06/boy-in-bush-is-worth-two-in-hand.html' title='&quot;A boy in the bush is worth two in the hand&quot;, The Smiths '/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108635015606187822</id><published>2004-06-04T12:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T12:56:57.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers!</title><summary type='text'>O André, vestido de Dj Andy Punch vai dar um banho de Champagne Taste a todos os que forem ao Op Art, hoje à noite.  Música da melhor para gostos requintados. Cheers, thanks a lot.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108635015606187822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108635015606187822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/06/cheers.html' title='Cheers!'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108634571330198754</id><published>2004-06-04T11:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T11:41:53.300+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday special, amanhã.</title><summary type='text'>Não marquem nada para amanhã dia 5, sábado.  Das 23h30 às 4h é noite de Dirty Dancing Birthday Special. Vou festejar o meu aniversário no Ribeira Douro ( sim, esse junto à igreja de São Francisco, no Porto) e quero lá os meus amigos a cantar os parabéns.Os amigos djs podem levar, se quiserem, uns disquinhos para eu poder socializar cinco minutos.Vejam e divulguem o flyer da festa que, mesmo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108634571330198754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108634571330198754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/06/birthday-special-amanh.html' title='Birthday special, amanhã.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108634492870319364</id><published>2004-06-04T11:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T11:28:48.703+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Senta-te e ri.</title><summary type='text'>Muito bom. Óptimo. Excelente. Ontem fui ver a Fernanda Torres representar  A Casa dos Budas Ditosos baseado na obra, com o mesmo nome, de João Ubaldo Ribeiro. Confesso que ia um bocado às cegas, não li o livro e sabia muito, muito pouco sobre o que me esperava. Fui principalmente na expectativa de confirmar que Fernanda Torres era uma grande actriz. Curiosamente, há uns anos atrás, fui ao </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108634492870319364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108634492870319364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/06/senta-te-e-ri.html' title='Senta-te e ri.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108625914846922292</id><published>2004-06-03T11:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T12:52:52.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>From Nancy with love.</title><summary type='text'>A cantora Nancy Sinatra  está de volta ao mundo dos vivos e dos discos. Para os menos situados, Nancy imortalizou vários temas dentre os quais se destacam  These boots are made for walking, Bang Bang e Something Stupid . Este regresso em força  começa já com um single de avanço que é nada mais, nada menos que uma versão/dueto de Let me kiss you de Morrissey. O CD vai ter um título muito sugestivo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108625914846922292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108625914846922292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/06/from-nancy-with-love.html' title='From Nancy with love.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108610167927605268</id><published>2004-06-01T15:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T16:05:51.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anúncios saídos do armário.</title><summary type='text'>O meu amigo Nuno lembrou-me hoje de um site que eu já conhecia, mas do qual nunca falei. Nem me lembro como cheguei lá pela primeira vez. Commercial Closet é um site dedicado a anúncios de televisão que visam de captar a atenção dessa figura do Marketing que são os DINK (double income, no kids). Ou seja, os gays ( ou, politicamente correcto, GLBT).Estão lá os anúncios que já fizeram correr muita</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108610167927605268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108610167927605268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/06/anncios-sados-do-armrio.html' title='Anúncios saídos do armário.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108601298044645556</id><published>2004-05-31T15:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T15:16:20.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice no país dos Criativos.</title><summary type='text'>O Clube de Criativos de Portugal acaba de editar uma revista dedicada ao misterioso e encantador mundo da publicidade e design, a Alice. O primeiro número desta revista trimestral é óptimo: artigo sobre a comunicação das 3 operadoras de telemóveis portuguesas, portfólios vários, entrevista a Pedro Bidarra ( o título é muito sugestivo Pedro, o louco ou não fosse ele o homem mais amado/odiado da </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108601298044645556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108601298044645556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/05/alice-no-pas-dos-criativos.html' title='Alice no país dos Criativos.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108601213493850689</id><published>2004-05-31T14:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T17:46:01.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Logo - MTV goes queer.</title><summary type='text'>A MTV networks anunciou a chegada, em Fevereiro de 2005, do primeiro canal americano dirigido à comunidade gay, o Logo. Segundo a revista Meios&amp;Publicidade, "Tom Freston, chairman da MTV Networks, adiantou ao NY Times que a empresa está preparada para receber críticas vindas de sectores mais conservadores da sociedade mas, acredita que o Logo está de acordo com os sinais de tolerância e </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108601213493850689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108601213493850689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/05/logo-mtv-goes-queer.html' title='&lt;em&gt;Logo&lt;/em&gt; - MTV goes queer.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108600791718132802</id><published>2004-05-31T13:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T13:51:57.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels in America, hoje em Portugal.</title><summary type='text'>Cancelem tudo o que tiverem combinado para as 22.30. Começa hoje na :dois a série mais aguardada e recomendada dos últimos meses, Angels in America da HBO ( Six Feet Under, Sex in The City...). Para saberem o que vos espera vão ao oficial ou consultem o fã nº1.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108600791718132802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108600791718132802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/05/angels-in-america-hoje-em-portugal.html' title='Angels in America, hoje em Portugal.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108600545384432891</id><published>2004-05-31T11:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T17:14:00.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco dias, cinco posts.</title><summary type='text'>Estive vários dias ausente da blogosfera. Quarta-feira dia 26, apanhei o comboio  para Lisboa e aí fiquei até ontem. Foram cinco dias e cinco noites muito variados nas emoções. A ausência de posts, neste blog, sobre os vários acontecimentos deveu-se a uma incompatibilidade profunda entre mim e um PC portátil alemão que me obrigava a fazer copy+paste de coisas tão simples como @ ou _ . Como </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108600545384432891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108600545384432891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/05/cinco-dias-cinco-posts.html' title='Cinco dias, cinco posts.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108577449262864575</id><published>2004-05-28T20:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T21:01:32.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s my birthday!</title><summary type='text'>Estou em Lisboa a festejar o meu aniversário. Muito divertido na companhia dos meus amigos tripeiros e do meu novo amigo André.Estou a postar de um computador alemão, o que se revela uma tarefa quase impossivel. Posto mais e melhor no Domingo quando chegar a casa. Ainda nem falei do Porto nem nada. Até breve.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108577449262864575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108577449262864575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/05/its-my-birthday.html' title='It’s my birthday!'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108553314110741768</id><published>2004-05-26T01:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T09:53:26.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela vem aí!</title><summary type='text'>Está confirmado: Madonna Re-invention Tour 2004 vai estar em Portugal dia 12 de Setembro no Pavilhão Atlântico. See with your own eyes here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108553314110741768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108553314110741768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/05/ela-vem_108553314110741768.html' title='Ela vem aí!'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108542732725911253</id><published>2004-05-24T20:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T22:13:20.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A menina vem ou não vem?</title><summary type='text'>Anda tudo histérico, eu incluido, com a passagem da Madonna Re-invention Tour 2004 por Portugal. Eu só soube no sábado à noite através do Principezinho.Sou como os maridos enganados, isto é, o último a saber. Depois de se falar nos dias 8 e 9 de Setembro no Pavilhão Atlântico, hoje li aqui que se calhar as datas são 12 e 13 de Setembro e o dia 8 está reservado para os holandeses. No meio de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108542732725911253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108542732725911253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/05/menina-vem-ou-no-vem.html' title='A menina vem ou não vem?'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108542582196802597</id><published>2004-05-24T20:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T20:17:53.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aniki Bóbó gone Dirty.</title><summary type='text'>A todos os que foram ouvir as minhas liçoes de Dirty Dancing,um obrigado mais uma vez. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108542582196802597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108542582196802597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/05/aniki-bb-gone-dirty.html' title='Aniki Bóbó gone Dirty.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108542098879879101</id><published>2004-05-24T18:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T23:07:09.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't come here to wish you an unhappy birthday.</title><summary type='text'> Maldito seja eu. Deixei passar em branco o dia 22 de Maio. Morrissey fez 45 anos. Está cada vez melhor, mais charmoso e com a mesmíssima voz agri-doce. 2004 deve estar a ser um dos melhores anos da sua vida: nº3 no Top Britânico de Singles, nº2 ( pela primeira vez) no Top de álbuns e concertos esgotados.Sábado,  o concerto de Manchester foi  o regresso aguardado a casa, mas também festa de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108542098879879101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108542098879879101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-didnt-come-here-to-wish-you-unhappy.html' title='I didn&apos;t come here to wish you an unhappy birthday.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108515741380136659</id><published>2004-05-21T17:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T17:39:04.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Punch no Baliza.</title><summary type='text'> O André ,aka Dj Andy Punch, vai estar amanhã no Bar Baliza em Lisboa. Ele tem muito bom gosto e preparou um set 3E's - ecléctico. excelente e enérgico. Quem estiver em Lisboa levante o braço e vá lá agitar as ancas. André, punch them harder!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108515741380136659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108515741380136659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/05/punch-no-baliza.html' title='Punch no Baliza.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108513244692358713</id><published>2004-05-21T10:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T20:56:52.993+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight is the night.</title><summary type='text'>Desculpem estar um bocadinho  repetitivo ou, em linguagem deejayística, parecer um disco riscado mas tenho que vender o meu peixe. Hoje estou  no AnikiBóbó, pela primeira vez e sem rede. Já lá pinchei uns discos uma vez convidado pelo meu amigo Pedro Tenreiro ( o homem que, em Portugal, mais percebe de música de dança nas suas vertentes negras) e uma segunda vez a convite da Ina.Soda. Esta noite</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108513244692358713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108513244692358713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/05/tonight-is-night.html' title='Tonight is the night.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108509477158477436</id><published>2004-05-21T00:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T00:12:51.583+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Música de embalar.</title><summary type='text'>"Oh simple thing where have you goneI'm getting old and I need something to rely onSo tell me when you're gonna let me inI'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin And if you have a minute why don't we goTalk about it somewhere only we know?This could be the end of everythingSo why don't we goSomewhere only we know? This could be the end of everythingSo why don't we goSomewhere </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108509477158477436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108509477158477436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/05/msica-de-embalar.html' title='Música de embalar.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108508842185754849</id><published>2004-05-20T22:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T22:27:01.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Foi você que apupou?</title><summary type='text'>O Ministro da Defesa, Paulo Portas, foi hoje mais uma vez apupado. Vi e ouvi eu assim de relance no Telejornal da RTP1. Ali estava ele passeando junto a uma parada militar, num misto de desfile com marcha, enquanto o povo gritava "Fora!Fora!", intercalando esses gritos com apupos generosos. Depois, Paulinho falou e disse terem sido poucas as pessoas que se manifestaram contra ele e que já </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108508842185754849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108508842185754849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/05/foi-voc-que-apupou.html' title='Foi você que apupou?'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108480685023122631</id><published>2004-05-17T16:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T21:02:12.016+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tinóni, tinóni...é só para avisar!</title><summary type='text'>Para que ninguém se queixe que não foi avisado, aqui fica o pré-aviso em forma de cartaz. Espero que gostem e que apareçam. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108480685023122631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108480685023122631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/05/tinni-tinni-s-para-avisar.html' title='Tinóni, tinóni...é só para avisar!'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108480557228725552</id><published>2004-05-17T15:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T15:52:52.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia M.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108480557228725552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108480557228725552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/05/dia-m.html' title='Dia &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108479410438756343</id><published>2004-05-17T12:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T14:36:37.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Padre moderno. Importam-se de repetir?</title><summary type='text'>Sábado o acordar foi difícil, muito cedo para quem se tinha deitado tarde. Tinha uma missão muito importante: ia participar no baptizado da filha do meu melhor amigo Filipe, na verdade somos quase irmãos, e era o padrinho. A igreja de São João da Foz tinha sido escolhida porque segundo os pais da Francisca, era assistida por um padre muito moderno e que não levantava problemas ao facto de eles </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108479410438756343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108479410438756343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/05/padre-moderno-importam-se-de-repetir.html' title='Padre moderno. Importam-se de repetir?'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108479203959875334</id><published>2004-05-17T11:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T16:10:15.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty cleaned!</title><summary type='text'>O Ribeira Douro, na sexta-feira, encheu-se de amigos e alguns desconhecidos. Foi concorrido e eu lá estive a animar as hostes. Há muito que não fazia uma noite tão equilibrada ( musicalmente ) e exclusivamente em vinil. Espero que todos tenham gostado, eu amei. Sei que alguns esperavam o hang_the_dj dos hits do tempo do Restaurador Triplex, mas eu dispensei-o. Os ouvidos também se educam e eu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108479203959875334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108479203959875334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/05/dirty-cleaned.html' title='Dirty cleaned!'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108452867661976637</id><published>2004-05-14T10:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T21:00:59.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Dancing, logo à noite.</title><summary type='text'>Hoje lá estarei na cabine do Ribeira Douro, um bar junto à Igreja de São Francisco, no Porto. A noite chama-se Dirty Dancing e eu transformo-me em hang_the_dj. Apareçam! A música é de certeza boa e eclética ( eu sei, conheço bem o dj..eh eh) e o ambiente vai estar cheio de gente gira. Hope so!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108452867661976637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108452867661976637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/05/dirty-dancing-logo-noite.html' title='Dirty Dancing, logo à noite.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160907.post-108428296822917526</id><published>2004-05-11T14:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T15:07:09.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing along of the day.</title><summary type='text'>"Close your eyes, And think of someone, You physically admire,And let me kiss you, Let me kiss youBut then you open your eyes, And you see someone, That you physically despiseBut my heart is openMy heart is open to you."Let me kiss you, Morrissey</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108428296822917526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6160907/posts/default/108428296822917526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeuemaiordoqueoteu.blogspot.com/2004/05/sing-along-of-day.html' title='Sing along of the day.'/><author><name>flesh_gordon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658072404513567713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
