<?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-19049540</id><updated>2011-11-14T22:17:51.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mine de rien</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>202</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-8321151275808257677</id><published>2007-05-09T00:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T00:22:15.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring in cambridge</title><content type='html'>Girls everywhere&lt;br /&gt;flip-flops, tops, legs all bare&lt;br /&gt;I really think it is not biased&lt;br /&gt;that there really are more women than men&lt;br /&gt;walking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are travel books&lt;br /&gt;given freely&lt;br /&gt;in the libraries&lt;br /&gt;(also for portugal, always together with spain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night&lt;br /&gt;the streets are full with night dresses&lt;br /&gt;and tuxes, and fragrances&lt;br /&gt;which hold on after the festive party&lt;br /&gt;has passed, on their way to a formal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later the music from the formals&lt;br /&gt;echoes through the warm streets&lt;br /&gt;less crowded, but not for long&lt;br /&gt;on these spring evenings in cambridge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-8321151275808257677?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/8321151275808257677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=8321151275808257677' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/8321151275808257677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/8321151275808257677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/05/spring-in-cambridge.html' title='Spring in cambridge'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-6116359153293211693</id><published>2007-05-02T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T14:55:33.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Women presidents</title><content type='html'>who knew? Many ivy league universities are currently led by women, and in each case these are the universities' first women presidents.   The presidents of Harvard, Princeton, Rockefeller, University of Pennsylvania and Brown University are meeting here today.   This will yet be the century of the woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-6116359153293211693?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/6116359153293211693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=6116359153293211693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/6116359153293211693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/6116359153293211693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/05/women-presidents.html' title='Women presidents'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-4727960543993768820</id><published>2007-04-30T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T16:08:27.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The world according to Newman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www-personal.umich.edu/%7Emejn/cartograms/"&gt;Images of the social and economic world&lt;/a&gt;, according to M. Newman.&lt;br /&gt;This one portrays the density of people infected with HIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K7e-GTuFvCY/RjZMRyQ28_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fwqaKfBzm-k/s1600-h/world+of+HIV.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K7e-GTuFvCY/RjZMRyQ28_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fwqaKfBzm-k/s320/world+of+HIV.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059315099831301106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-4727960543993768820?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/4727960543993768820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=4727960543993768820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/4727960543993768820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/4727960543993768820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/04/world-according-to-newman.html' title='The world according to Newman'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_K7e-GTuFvCY/RjZMRyQ28_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fwqaKfBzm-k/s72-c/world+of+HIV.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-6452025608940575993</id><published>2007-04-29T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T16:05:34.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice from a Prof. (essional? essor? both)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here are three helpful guidelines in preparing your powerpoint presentations: &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;brevity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bullets and &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;images&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;          with extra credit for beauty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-6452025608940575993?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/6452025608940575993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=6452025608940575993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/6452025608940575993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/6452025608940575993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/04/advice-from-prof-essional-essor-both.html' title='Advice from a Prof. (essional? essor? both)'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-701521204213575699</id><published>2007-04-01T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T11:20:52.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Global warming, or are we that stupid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"While humanity will survive, hundreds of millions, maybe billions of people may not, according to the chart -- if the worst scenarios happen.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The report says global warming has already degraded conditions for many species, coastal areas and poor people. With a more than 90 percent level of confidence, the scientists in the draft report say man-made global warming "over the last three decades has had a discernible influence on many physical and biological systems."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But as the world's average temperature warms from 1990 levels, the projections get more dire. Add 1.8 degrees Fahrenheit -- 1 degree Celsius is the calculation scientists use -- and between 400 million and 1.7 billion extra people can't get enough water, some infectious diseases and allergenic pollens rise, and some amphibians go extinct. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But the world's food supply, especially in northern areas, could increase. That's the likely outcome around 2020, according to the draft.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Add another 1.8 degrees and as many as 2 billion people could be without water and about 20 percent to 30 percent of the world's species near extinction. Also, more people start dying because of malnutrition, disease, heat waves, floods and droughts -- all caused by global warming. That would happen around 2050, depending on the level of greenhouse gases from the burning of fossil fuels.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At the extreme end of the projections, a 7- to 9-degree average temperature increase, the chart predicts: "Up to one-fifth of the world population affected by increased flood events" ... "1.1 to 3.2 billion people with increased water scarcity" ..."major extinctions around the globe."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Despite that dire outlook, several scientists involved in the process say they are optimistic that such a drastic temperature rise won't happen because people will reduce carbon dioxide emissions that cause global warming.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"The worst stuff is not going to happen because we can't be that stupid," said Harvard University oceanographer James McCarthy, who was a top author of the 2001 version of this report. "Not that I think the projections aren't that good, but because we can't be that stupid.""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-701521204213575699?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/701521204213575699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=701521204213575699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/701521204213575699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/701521204213575699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/04/global-warming-or-are-we-that-stupid.html' title='Global warming, or are we that stupid?'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-5072744685359552133</id><published>2007-03-31T18:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T18:08:06.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Choses vues 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/441213485/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/180/441213485_84ab455a4a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/441213485/"&gt;Choses vues 2&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/71439695@N00/"&gt;pmdcsb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Massachusetts has a love/hate relation with champagne.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(O país é bárbaro, nalgumas coisas.)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-5072744685359552133?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/5072744685359552133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=5072744685359552133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/5072744685359552133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/5072744685359552133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/03/choses-vues-2.html' title='Choses vues 2'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/180/441213485_84ab455a4a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-8452974171753196612</id><published>2007-03-31T18:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T18:06:58.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Choses vues 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/441212203/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/441212203_e4dfab7d0c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/441212203/"&gt;Choses vues 1&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/71439695@N00/"&gt;pmdcsb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Uma manhã de frio no Vermont.  Fica registado que ainda fizemos uma pista antes de recolher ao bar.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-8452974171753196612?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/8452974171753196612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=8452974171753196612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/8452974171753196612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/8452974171753196612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/03/choses-vues-1.html' title='Choses vues 1'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/441212203_e4dfab7d0c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-8756857241248431580</id><published>2007-03-17T16:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T16:25:23.978-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired minds</title><content type='html'>Why is it that when we think too hard for too long, our minds become tired?  We still think, but our thoughts become dazed and confused, as if logic were unnatural and required effort.  Why are logic and creativity efforts for our brain?  What does our brain do when it is tired?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-8756857241248431580?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/8756857241248431580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=8756857241248431580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/8756857241248431580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/8756857241248431580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/03/tired-minds.html' title='Tired minds'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-1458325875555626076</id><published>2007-03-17T16:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T16:21:30.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Religion...</title><content type='html'>... is the land where all your dreams are possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is even a iota of a chance that they are possible, try it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-1458325875555626076?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/1458325875555626076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=1458325875555626076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/1458325875555626076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/1458325875555626076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/03/religion.html' title='Religion...'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-3345092203760895670</id><published>2007-03-16T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T16:28:37.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snails = snow mails.</title><content type='html'>"Because of the impending snowstorm, we have decided to postpone Connie Cepko’s seminar for this afternoon. Please distribute this information to your departments. Thanks and enjoy the snow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;"Due to the inclement weather we recommend that if it is possible for you to go home that you do try to go before the weather further deteriorates. The administrative (admin, lab ops, and finance) staff will be leaving in the next few hours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apparently there has been some anxiety about the fact that the admin staff left early.  Don't worry, they filled the beer fridge before they left."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-3345092203760895670?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/3345092203760895670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=3345092203760895670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/3345092203760895670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/3345092203760895670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/03/snails-snow-mails.html' title='Snails = snow mails.'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-1539451980205375430</id><published>2007-03-15T11:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T11:39:08.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Really cool science</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"Understanding the “ecology of cholera,” noted Colwell, requires understanding the factors in their biocomplexity: global weather patterns, aquatic reservoirs like marine bays and estuaries, zooplankton and their surface-attached cells, biofilms, and the deep sea itself, the ancient home of Vibrio cholerae. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Environment aside, cholera could be prevented (as it is in the West) by the simple expedient of making clean water universally available. This will not happen easily or soon, said Colwell. To bridge the gap, her team came up with a low-tech answer in 1998 in Bangladesh: straining drinking water through sari cloth folded over at least four times. The native fabric creates a 20 micron-size filter, which strains out the zooplankton associated with cholera. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; A pilot study in one Bangladesh village showed that this simple step reduced cholera cases by 50 percent in the fall of 2000."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;More in the &lt;a href="http://www.news.harvard.edu/gazette/2007/03.08/13-cholera.html"&gt;Harvard Gazette&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-1539451980205375430?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/1539451980205375430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=1539451980205375430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/1539451980205375430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/1539451980205375430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/03/really-cool-science.html' title='Really cool science'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-6500788013760539351</id><published>2007-03-14T18:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T18:53:35.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Choses vues</title><content type='html'>Hoje, na piscina, uma mulher de fato banho comprido (ate' ao joelho e ate' aos cotovelos) e um veu.  Um veu!  Na piscina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'A saida eu e um amigo convidamo-la para o jacuzzi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-6500788013760539351?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/6500788013760539351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=6500788013760539351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/6500788013760539351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/6500788013760539351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/03/choses-vues.html' title='Choses vues'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-4896350349397341544</id><published>2007-03-13T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T16:19:36.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Spring!  Sprrriing!</title><content type='html'>Oh what a feeling, tchanananaaaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-4896350349397341544?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/4896350349397341544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=4896350349397341544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/4896350349397341544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/4896350349397341544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-spring-sprrriing.html' title='It&apos;s Spring!  Sprrriing!'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-5758327686205471965</id><published>2007-03-06T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T12:49:02.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma aragem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 10px 0px 3px 5px;"&gt;&lt;b class="obsTempTextA"&gt;-12°C, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="obsTextA"&gt;Feels Like -23°C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma pontinha de frio para despedida do inverno.  A partir do final da semana, a temperatura vai estar sempre acima de 0, ou seja, adeux o' gelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-5758327686205471965?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/5758327686205471965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=5758327686205471965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/5758327686205471965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/5758327686205471965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/03/uma-aragem.html' title='Uma aragem'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-7943875684493586927</id><published>2007-03-03T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T18:49:13.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas da idade</title><content type='html'>Dexei de ter qualquer paciencia para miudas convencidas, por muito giras que sejam.   Agora vou sair para estar com amigos, e pela musica.   E' bom!!! Mais inesperado, e' que cada vez gosto mais de musica , electro-funk, house e soul.  Boa musica e' um trip incomparavel.   Sera' que aos 40 ainda vou estar aos saltos com um bom dj?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-7943875684493586927?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/7943875684493586927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=7943875684493586927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/7943875684493586927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/7943875684493586927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/03/coisas-da-idade.html' title='Coisas da idade'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-8006417421501295335</id><published>2007-03-02T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T16:10:39.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Condoms</title><content type='html'>In Europe, condoms are sold in packages of 12. &lt;br /&gt;In the US, they are sold in packages of 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cunning marketing, or physiological adaptation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-8006417421501295335?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/8006417421501295335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=8006417421501295335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/8006417421501295335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/8006417421501295335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/03/condoms.html' title='Condoms'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-5629315660775712201</id><published>2007-03-01T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T15:11:07.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Medicos Reinventam o Integral!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Em certos livros de medicina o integral de uma funcao e' chamado de ... AUC = Area Under the Curve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fico sem palavras.     Mas ha' mais... oh sim, se ha' mais.&lt;br /&gt;Na sua santa ignorancia, estes medicos decidiram que afinal era preciso calcular a dita AUC porque "maior" ou "menor" ja nao chega para as exigencias da ciencia de hoje.  Entao entra em cena um tal de Tai, que propoe... wait for it... the Tai Method of computing the AUC!!!!!  O resto, so' visto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;"A mathematical model for the determination of total area under glucose tolerance and other metabolic curves&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;strong&gt; MM Tai &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Obesity Research Center, St. Luke's-Roosevelt Hospital Center, New York, New York.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; OBJECTIVE--To develop a mathematical model for the determination of total&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt; areas under curves from various metabolic studies. RESEARCH DESIGN AND&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt; METHODS--In Tai's Model, the total area under a curve is computed by&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt; dividing the area under the curve between two designated values on the&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt; X-axis (abscissas) into small segments (rectangles and triangles) whose&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt; areas can be accurately calculated from their respective geometrical&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt; formulas. The total sum of these individual areas thus represents the total&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt; area under the curve. Validity of the model is established by comparing&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt; total areas obtained from this model to these same areas obtained from&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt; graphic method (less than +/- 0.4%). Other formulas widely applied by&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt; researchers under- or overestimated total area under a metabolic curve by a&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt; great margin. RESULTS--Tai's model proves to be able to 1) determine total&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt; area under a curve with precision; 2) calculate area with varied shapes&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt; that may or may not intercept on one or both X/Y axes; 3) estimate total&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt; area under a curve plotted against varied time intervals (abscissas),&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt; whereas other formulas only allow the same time interval; and 4) compare&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt; total areas of metabolic curves produced by different studies.&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt; CONCLUSIONS--The Tai model allows flexibility in experimental conditions,&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt; which means, in the case of the glucose-response curve, samples can be&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt; taken with differing time intervals and total area under the curve can&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt; still be determined with precision.                                                                "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bravo Tai!!! e' ja' um Nobel e uma visita ao tumulo do Leibniz!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-5629315660775712201?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/5629315660775712201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=5629315660775712201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/5629315660775712201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/5629315660775712201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/03/medicos-reinventam-o-integral.html' title='Medicos Reinventam o Integral!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-3148942083181498240</id><published>2007-02-27T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T15:38:43.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>News from the front</title><content type='html'>A lovely experiment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We present evidence from a Dutch population of great tits for variation in individual plasticity in the timing of reproduction, and we show that this variation is heritable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tirada do contexto, esta frase ate' parece interessante, e da' esperanca na evolucao da humanidade (plutot da feminidade).  Mas nao, e' sobre uns passaros quaisquer.  On s'amuse comme on peut...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-3148942083181498240?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/3148942083181498240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=3148942083181498240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/3148942083181498240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/3148942083181498240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/02/news-from-front.html' title='News from the front'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-1013078219340726568</id><published>2007-02-15T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T15:43:52.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkmenistan</title><content type='html'>Pode parecer incrivel, imperdoavel, mas de facto nao sei nada sobre o Turquemenistao. Se me metessem uma turquemenistoa 'a frente, eu nao a reconheceria. Uma fotografia da capital? niente. Uma descricao da geografia, da musica, da comida, da historia? black hole, as far as I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, e porque foi hoje eleito um novo prez do dito pais, fui ver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, tem deserto, com camelos e tudo, claro, tem uns mercados de tapetes (nao pensem que e' como a arabia, e' muito mais frio). Fui ver ao google earth. 'A excepcao da capital, nao se ve nem uma casa.  As imagens sao fabulosas, gracas ao interesse dos satelites americanos neste pais que tem montes de gas natural...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quanto 'as turquemenistoas, &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://dlg.atspace.com/photos/2005trip/2005-TM-Ashgabat2.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://dlg.atspace.com/photopages/trip2005_turkmenistan.htm&amp;amp;h=353&amp;w=550&amp;amp;sz=72&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=26&amp;tbnid=x084gi-qDn3dGM:&amp;amp;tbnh=85&amp;tbnw=133&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dturkmenistan%26start%3D20%26gbv%3D2%26ndsp%3D20%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN"&gt;not so bad... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-1013078219340726568?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/1013078219340726568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=1013078219340726568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/1013078219340726568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/1013078219340726568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/02/turkmenistan.html' title='Turkmenistan'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-568218052490219490</id><published>2007-02-08T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T11:32:48.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caridade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="textoNews"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.publico.clix.pt/shownews.asp?id=1285092&amp;idCanal=90"&gt;A diocese de Lamego&lt;/a&gt;, à qual pertence o padre que anunciou ontem que votará "sim" no referendo sobre a despenalização do aborto, terá uma conversa com o sacerdote para esclarecer a sua posição, mas numa "base de caridade".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noutras palavras, vai ser assim:  Sr. Padre, ou mudas de discurso, ou vais viver 'a custa de caridade.  'Tas a ver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-568218052490219490?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/568218052490219490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=568218052490219490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/568218052490219490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/568218052490219490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/02/caridade.html' title='Caridade'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-568757492809840671</id><published>2007-01-31T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T19:04:24.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Afinal, nao.</title><content type='html'>No snow, no show.  Ficamos sem ver os undergrads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha um velho carvalho ao pe' do yard onde vive o winnie the pooh.  Tem uma porta com o seu nome, onde se podem deixar mensagens para alguem que sabe onde procurar.  E' uma arvore que faz de go-between.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-568757492809840671?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/568757492809840671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=568757492809840671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/568757492809840671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/568757492809840671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/01/afinal-nao.html' title='Afinal, nao.'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-712127685961839011</id><published>2007-01-30T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T00:04:46.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Neve?</title><content type='html'>Por enquanto, tem sido um inverno inexplicável.   A universidade passa o filme do Al Gore ad nauseam, mas o tempo não se incomoda e continua sem nevar.  O rio gelou uns dias, uma noite atravessei o lago a pé, mas o inverno está doce.  Apenas -4 agora.  Se os invernos desaparecerem, é uma pena, porque um valente frio é uma experiência do caraças.  Vamos quase em fevereiro, e nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje vai nevar.  Já é noite, já está a rondar os -6, o céu apronta-se cinzento, já foi tudo para casa, eu ainda na law library mas por pouco, está ideal para começar a nevar.  E amanhã acordamos com tudo branco, o mundo todo, integralmente, diferente como de comum acordo tudo se tivesse coberto de um edredon branco e smooth e silêncio.  E talvez amanhã à noite os undergrads possam fazer a sua corrida nús pelo yard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-712127685961839011?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/712127685961839011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=712127685961839011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/712127685961839011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/712127685961839011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/01/neve.html' title='Neve?'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-4197189251428697315</id><published>2007-01-28T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T16:31:28.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A humility test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.queendom.com/tests/minitests/fx/humility.html"&gt;Online.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the results are:  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You are the humblest of the humble. According to your test results, you don't have an arrogant bone in your body. Maybe you just don't give a fig whether you impress others, or simply don't feel the need to toot your own horn. Hopefully, though, you really do like yourself!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, now you know!&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-4197189251428697315?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/4197189251428697315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=4197189251428697315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/4197189251428697315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/4197189251428697315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/01/humility-test.html' title='A humility test'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-7966646286229271630</id><published>2007-01-26T17:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T17:22:43.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 10px 0px 3px 5px;"&gt;&lt;b class="obsTempTextA"&gt;-13°C &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="obsTextA"&gt;Feels Like  -23°C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E logo hoje deixei o quarto a arejar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-7966646286229271630?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/7966646286229271630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=7966646286229271630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/7966646286229271630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/7966646286229271630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/01/cool.html' title='Cool'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-486980748175045766</id><published>2007-01-25T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T18:46:14.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>E' desta que vou patinar no Charles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://image.weather.com/web/common/wxicons/31/30.gif?12122006" alt="Partly Cloudy" border="0" height="31" width="31" /&gt;  &lt;span class="blueVerdanaText11"&gt;High&lt;span class="obsTemp"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt; -11° C&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-486980748175045766?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/486980748175045766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=486980748175045766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/486980748175045766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/486980748175045766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/01/e-desta-que-vou-patinar-no-charles.html' title='E&apos; desta que vou patinar no Charles!'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-603546318117352588</id><published>2007-01-24T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T18:54:32.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for a project?</title><content type='html'>"As part of the effort to standardize [clothe] sizes, the [spanish health] ministry plans to measure 8,500 Spanish girls and women between the ages of 12 and 70 to determine the true shapes of Spanish women's bodies." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/WORLD/europe/01/24/spain.fashion.ap/index.html"&gt;Full article on cnn.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-603546318117352588?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/603546318117352588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=603546318117352588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/603546318117352588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/603546318117352588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/01/looking-for-project.html' title='Looking for a project?'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-5824213980791642393</id><published>2007-01-21T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T18:43:07.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions without a good answer</title><content type='html'>What is the status of animals that we generate and culture so that we can use them? Are these animals the same as any wild animals or do we have more rights on their lives because we have made them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is important for me in research, but the same goes for the food industry and even fashion. How do we assign a value to these things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of Antoine Saint Exupery who said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tu deviens responsable pour toujours    de ce que tu as apprivoisé.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-5824213980791642393?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/5824213980791642393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=5824213980791642393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/5824213980791642393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/5824213980791642393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/01/questions-without-good-answer.html' title='Questions without a good answer'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116924478265284961</id><published>2007-01-19T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T18:57:19.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend from Jupiter!</title><content type='html'>We (me and my blog) have had a visitor from Jupiter. Thus, there is intelligent life beyond our planet, and it has good taste. The jups did not leave a message, but we are not impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also visited by Alma, which of course is the soul. Which alma was it, or whose, is beside the point, the point being that there it exists since it showed up here (and don't forget the good taste).  Cool creatures have been hanging around here lately.  We are now expecting a comment from God himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A demain, pour de nouvelles aventures...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116924478265284961?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116924478265284961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116924478265284961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116924478265284961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116924478265284961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-friend-from-jupiter.html' title='My friend from Jupiter!'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116917622483296918</id><published>2007-01-18T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T22:10:24.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Esses hispanicos muito bons!</title><content type='html'>2 filmes, 2 obras de arte.  Os latinos estao a anos luz na arte de contar historias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.childrenofmen.net/"&gt;Children of men.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.panslabyrinth.com/"&gt;Pan's labyrinth.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116917622483296918?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116917622483296918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116917622483296918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116917622483296918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116917622483296918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/01/esses-hispanicos-muito-bons.html' title='Esses hispanicos muito bons!'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116914769570110932</id><published>2007-01-18T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T14:14:55.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No nosso jardim 'a beira mar e tal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In southern &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt;, untouched by the storm, sunny skies and mild temperatures prevailed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116914769570110932?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116914769570110932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116914769570110932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116914769570110932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116914769570110932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-nosso-jardim-beira-mar-e-tal.html' title='No nosso jardim &apos;a beira mar e tal'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116908647023967327</id><published>2007-01-17T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T21:14:30.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidencias, o que sao?</title><content type='html'>Hoje como esta' um frio que ate' a testa doi, vinha eu de Harvard square para casa, uns meros 500m,  e parei no caminho na harvard bookstore para me aquecer.   Peguei no primeiro livro, dum Walcott que e' premio Nobel e que eu nao conhecia de todo.  Abro ao acaso e eis o que ele me diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . you who foresaw&lt;br /&gt;    ambition as a searing meteor&lt;br /&gt;    will fumble a damp match and, smiling, settle&lt;br /&gt;    for the dry wheezing of a dented kettle,&lt;br /&gt;    for vision narrower than a louvre’s gap . . .&lt;br /&gt;    until the night when you can really sleep,&lt;br /&gt;    measuring how imagination&lt;br /&gt;    ebbs, conventional as any water clerk&lt;br /&gt;    who weighs the force of lightly falling rain . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("nearing forty", Derek Walcott)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei bonito, e mesmo pertinente.  Coincidencia, ou providencia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116908647023967327?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116908647023967327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116908647023967327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116908647023967327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116908647023967327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/01/coincidencias-o-que-sao.html' title='Coincidencias, o que sao?'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116905153671493421</id><published>2007-01-17T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T11:32:16.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Refrescou</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://image.weather.com/web/common/wxicons/52/32.gif?12122006" alt="" border="0" height="52" width="52" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="obsTextA"&gt;Sunny   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="obsTempTextA"&gt;-11°C, &lt;/b&gt;Feels Like &lt;b class="obsTextA"&gt;-18°C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponho isto no blog para mais tarde recordar, sera' provavelmente o dia mais frio do ano.  Pelo andar da carruagem, talvez ate' de muitos anos daqui para a frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116905153671493421?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116905153671493421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116905153671493421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116905153671493421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116905153671493421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/01/refrescou.html' title='Refrescou'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116872119594821458</id><published>2007-01-13T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T15:46:36.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the end</title><content type='html'>It's the end of the world as we know it&lt;br /&gt;and I feel fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus conforto e plaisance, vou ter que mergulhar de cabeca nesta coisa da vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116872119594821458?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116872119594821458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116872119594821458' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116872119594821458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116872119594821458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-end.html' title='It&apos;s the end'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116848732465662452</id><published>2007-01-10T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T15:50:16.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La vie se fait bien</title><content type='html'>Quando o dia corre mal é preciso absolutamente compensar fazendo coisas boas, para let go da chatice que é estar-se mal disposto. Para recuperar a qualidade de vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o dia corre mal, resta-nos a boa disposicao.  Por isso é duplamente estúpido descarregar em cima doutras pessoas. Voilá, quando em baixo, e' hora de se divertir.  E ainda bem que temos tanta gente 'a volta, sao tantas oportunidades de ser feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116848732465662452?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116848732465662452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116848732465662452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116848732465662452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116848732465662452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/01/la-vie-se-fait-bien.html' title='La vie se fait bien'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116847330832635743</id><published>2007-01-10T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T18:55:08.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La vie est bien faite... ?</title><content type='html'>This afternoon I was really unhappy and then I got over it and started working again.  Either I'm growing up, or this is the benefit of vacations...  either way, I'm doubly happy I got over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116847330832635743?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116847330832635743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116847330832635743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116847330832635743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116847330832635743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/01/la-vie-est-bien-faite.html' title='La vie est bien faite... ?'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116811287399723875</id><published>2007-01-06T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T14:55:57.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So' para nao se porem com coisas</title><content type='html'>que Lisboa e' isto e aquilo, tem um tempo doce e luz de maracuja', vamos mas e' aos factos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston, dia de Reis 2007, &lt;b class="blueVerdanaText11"&gt;18°C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blueVerdanaText11"&gt;Lisboa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="obsTextA"&gt; 13°C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="blueVerdanaText11"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contra factos nao ha' argumentos.  Eu que vinha pronto para comprar uns patins (de gelo, claro) para patinar num rink ao lado de minha casa, ou ir para o countryside new-ingles fazer ski de fond, afinal e' melhor dedicar-me ao volley de praia.&lt;br /&gt;O mundo esta' de pernas para o ar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116811287399723875?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116811287399723875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116811287399723875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116811287399723875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116811287399723875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-para-nao-se-porem-com-coisas.html' title='So&apos; para nao se porem com coisas'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116639766621897663</id><published>2006-12-17T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T18:21:06.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fait divers</title><content type='html'>Na mesa da biblioteca à qual me sentei está um dicionário português-inglês.  Simpático.  Eu abro o livro todo contente, e sai-me a palavra encaracolado.  Ora bem, vou passar a usar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A propósito de língua, há por volta de 130 mil palavras em inglês.  O escritor que mais palavras usou (em inglês, não sei se em geral) foi o Shakespeare, parece que ronda as 80 mil.  Chiça!  dado que muitas se repetem (a distribuição - número de palavras com dada frequência - é uma power law) imagine-se quantas palavras ele escreveu no total.  Não tanto como outros escritores, genero Proust, mas muito mais variado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas palavras conhece o comum dos mortais?  surpreendentemente, parece que as conhece todas.  Mas quantas palavras usa o comum dos mortais?  Poucas.  Vou usar mais palavras, e começo com encaracolar.  Essa, nem o Shakespeare usou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116639766621897663?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116639766621897663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116639766621897663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116639766621897663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116639766621897663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/12/fait-divers.html' title='Fait divers'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116629755002603839</id><published>2006-12-16T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T14:32:30.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here you learn</title><content type='html'>to think big.  And bigger.  And you can always think bigger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116629755002603839?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116629755002603839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116629755002603839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116629755002603839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116629755002603839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/12/here-you-learn.html' title='Here you learn'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116593861156402753</id><published>2006-12-12T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T10:51:18.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La vie est bien faite...</title><content type='html'>Voila' un blog dedie' 'a des &lt;a href="http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/12/cantoras.html"&gt;femmes qui chantent&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;http://fillessourires.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;En francais.  Et ouais...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116593861156402753?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116593861156402753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116593861156402753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116593861156402753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116593861156402753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/12/la-vie-est-bien-faite.html' title='La vie est bien faite...'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116588069637832849</id><published>2006-12-11T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T18:44:56.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God</title><content type='html'>for my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116588069637832849?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116588069637832849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116588069637832849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116588069637832849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116588069637832849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/12/thank-god.html' title='Thank God'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116551138316903936</id><published>2006-12-07T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T12:09:43.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Macro Photograph</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/316520471/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/115/316520471_223fd178b6_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/316520471/"&gt;My First Macro Photograph&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/71439695@N00/"&gt;pmdcsb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's Pocahontas' hair on the coin.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116551138316903936?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116551138316903936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116551138316903936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116551138316903936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116551138316903936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-first-macro-photograph.html' title='My First Macro Photograph'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116546076101025055</id><published>2006-12-06T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T22:06:01.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasceu o Andre'!</title><content type='html'>Quica, o primeiro president luso-descendente.  Aceitam-se apostas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116546076101025055?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116546076101025055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116546076101025055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116546076101025055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116546076101025055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/12/nasceu-o-andre.html' title='Nasceu o Andre&apos;!'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116535030903963300</id><published>2006-12-05T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T15:25:09.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cantoras...</title><content type='html'>são tão sexy.  Apaixonava-me por várias, Elis Regina, Maria Rita, Carla Bruni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Pas de délice, pas d'étincelle, pas de malice sans Raphaël,&lt;br /&gt; Les jours sans lui deviennent ennui, et mes nuits s'ennuient de plus belle.&lt;br /&gt; Pas d'inquiétude, pas de prélude, pas de promesse à l'éternel,&lt;br /&gt; Juste l'amour dans notre lit, juste nos vies en arc-en-ciel..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem dá mais?  A Madonna nem por isso.  Se calhar teem que ser latinas para terem aquela intensidade que me fascina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116535030903963300?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116535030903963300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116535030903963300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116535030903963300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116535030903963300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/12/cantoras.html' title='Cantoras...'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116516940696683192</id><published>2006-12-03T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T13:38:53.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje chega a neve!</title><content type='html'>Mas por enquanto está um dia glorioso.  Falta em Cambridge, MA o countryside de Cambridge,UK, para um passeio de domingo a &lt;a href="http://www.orchard-grantchester.com/"&gt;Grantchester&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116516940696683192?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116516940696683192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116516940696683192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116516940696683192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116516940696683192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/12/hoje-chega-neve.html' title='Hoje chega a neve!'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116516934001736388</id><published>2006-12-03T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T13:09:00.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Então?</title><content type='html'>que é &lt;a href="http://www.publico.clix.pt/shownews.asp?id=1278564&amp;idCanal=90"&gt;isto&lt;/a&gt;?  Toca a fazer filhos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Segundo o estudo, a população jovem decresceu cerca de oito por cento entre 1991 e 2004, passando de um quarto para apenas um quinto da população portuguesa."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116516934001736388?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116516934001736388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116516934001736388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116516934001736388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116516934001736388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/12/ento.html' title='Então?'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116485285436259463</id><published>2006-11-29T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T21:14:14.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cidades</title><content type='html'>Perguntam-me como era viver em Londres, ou Paris, e qual eu preferia.  Nao sei.  Sei que viver nessas cidades, viver nelas, e' como viver num ser vivo maior do que nos.  Como o Jonas na baleia.  As vezes da' vontade de entrar num predio, quer dizer entrar pelas paredes fazer parte dele, ou merge com a rua, como o terminator, ou evaporar-me num parque, so' para fazer parte da vida da cidade sem nos.   Uma vida supravida, como a vida eterna.  Sente-se saudades destas cidades como de uma pessoa.  Ate' mais do que de uma pessoa, porque a cidade e' um pequeno universo, vivo, rico, parece que nos conhece, e e' eterno.  Ate' se tem ciumes por uma cidade.  Elas sao nossas, e nao sao de ninguem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' isto que eu penso quando me perguntam por Londres ou Paris.  Boston, par contre, e' um sitio de trazer no bolso.  No's somos mais do que boston, no's fazemos boston.  E' agradavel, seguro, bonito, mas nao e' uma cidade viva.  Vivam as cidades vivas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116485285436259463?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116485285436259463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116485285436259463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116485285436259463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116485285436259463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/11/cidades.html' title='Cidades'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116475266834418006</id><published>2006-11-28T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T17:24:28.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Estes niponicos sao doidos</title><content type='html'>Ja' pediram pao num restaurante japones?  se gostam de pao com o sushi, estao a perder tempo, porque no Japao... nao ha pao (cuidado com a chalaca facil).   E' preciso medir bem as consequencias deste facto assombroso.  O pao e' provavlemente o nosso alimento numero 1, e esta' no topo da cadeia alimentar que inclui: manteiga, doce, queijo, marmelada, nutella, sandwiches, crepes, calzone, pizza, acorda e torradeiras, para ja' nao falar em tostas mistas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mais, e' essencial para pequenos almocos, lanches, ceias e paes com chourico a seguir ao Lux (para quem la' esta' em Lisboa). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mais, que eu saiba todos os outros paises produzem pao, desde o pao integral alemao 'as pitas sauditas.  Em Africa, na China, na America do Sul, ate' na Amazonia, ha' pao.  Mas os japoneses nao se lembraram de misturar grao e agua.  Tambem nao se lembraram de comer uma vaca.  E' assim, comem peixe ha' 5 mil anos, mas nunca ninguem se lembrou de fazer um bife!  E bem 'a moda niponica, eles dizem-me isto com um grande sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coitados dos japoneses.  A vida assim nao vale a pena...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116475266834418006?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116475266834418006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116475266834418006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116475266834418006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116475266834418006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/11/estes-niponicos-sao-doidos.html' title='Estes niponicos sao doidos'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116408956617909202</id><published>2006-11-21T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T01:12:46.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time of year again</title><content type='html'>when salvation army bells ring by the T-stops, when the trees are alight and santas reappear on windowsills.  When glimmering supernovas illuminate harvard square. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When  you think twice before you leave the house, and decide which restaurant you go to based on how far you have to walk in the cold!   aaaarrrrrgggghhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116408956617909202?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116408956617909202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116408956617909202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116408956617909202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116408956617909202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time of year again'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116388955063827001</id><published>2006-11-18T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T17:39:10.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Game</title><content type='html'>Harvard vs Yale:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harvard went ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;                       Oh, look at the way we smash and rib ‘em through&lt;br /&gt;                      While the blue bull-dog howls “Boo-la, boo-la, boo!”&lt;br /&gt;                      Let out your voices now so loud and hale,&lt;br /&gt;                      ‘Tis a fun’ral ode we sing to Eli Yale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... and Yale replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;                       Smash, Bang, we'll rip poor Harvard!&lt;br /&gt;                      Whoop it up for Yale today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then they did.   And all was fair at the tailgate parties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116388955063827001?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116388955063827001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116388955063827001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116388955063827001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116388955063827001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/11/game.html' title='The Game'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116368792729549341</id><published>2006-11-16T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:38:47.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How rich am I?</title><content type='html'>And how rich are you?  Find out &lt;a href="http://www.globalrichlist.com/index.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Likely, if you read this, you are in the top 4% in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116368792729549341?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116368792729549341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116368792729549341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116368792729549341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116368792729549341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-rich-am-i.html' title='How rich am I?'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116353796544767479</id><published>2006-11-14T15:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:04:33.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day at harvard</title><content type='html'>So a guy walks into a library... wait, what's this? a class on comic tradition in jewish literature. And who's talking? I think it is ... the father of Jerry Seinfeld! He also wrote &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Big-Book-Jewish-Humor/dp/006090917X"&gt;The big book of jewish humour&lt;/a&gt;. And now we're watching a Seinfeld clip. (he actually took this class. Or I totally misunderstood everything). And now they wanna go see Borat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, at the medical school, a course on randomness and specificity of neuronal connectivity. Nice maths. The people look sharp too. Later, chatting with the boss about the shapes of wings and projective geometry. This is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who come to harvard and don't get their ass out of their chair all day, looking for one little thing (no judgements here...). You may as well become a fisherman in your bathtub. My advice to those who come to harvard: explore. Talk to everyone. The whole world (or quite a chunk of it) can be found here. The other day I even heard a guy talk Mayan, a language dead for more than 400 years...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116353796544767479?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116353796544767479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116353796544767479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116353796544767479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116353796544767479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/11/another-day-at-harvard_14.html' title='Another day at harvard'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116338849252232276</id><published>2006-11-12T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:29:20.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>random comments from the library</title><content type='html'>1 - Não se vê por aqui nenhum estudante com ar de pobre. Têm todos ibooks, ipods, elas de botas altas (bem bonitas, as botas), eles somehow ficaram no paleolítico e usam chinelos. Mas tudo saudável e com posses, ninguém com ar à rasca como no Técnico às vezes se via. Como é? De onde lhes vem o carcanhol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para compensar, em harvard square pobres há muitos, ou melhor, sem abrigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - estar com pessoas muito inteligentes torna-nos mais inteligentes. Sem dúvida nenhuma. (todos nós podemos ficar mais inteligentes, sim, mesmo o timoneiro da nação que nunca tem dúvidas). Explorar a nossa inteligência aprende-se, como tudo o resto.  É essa a grande vantagem de estar aqui. A questão é se esta mais valia é duradoura ou não. Eu acho que é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por outro lado, já não ouço uma boa parvoíce há muito tempo. Um destes dias ainda ligo a RTP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora de volta ao trabalho em random walks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116338849252232276?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116338849252232276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116338849252232276' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116338849252232276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116338849252232276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/11/random-comments-from-library.html' title='random comments from the library'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116275354495133669</id><published>2006-11-05T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T14:05:45.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Death, without exaggeration.</title><content type='html'>[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   There's no life&lt;br /&gt;   that couldn't be immortal&lt;br /&gt;   if only for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   Death&lt;br /&gt;   always arrives by that very moment too late.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   In vain it tugs at the knob&lt;br /&gt;   of the invisible door.&lt;br /&gt;   As far as you've come&lt;br /&gt;   can't be undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/1996/index.html"&gt;W. Szymborska&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116275354495133669?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116275354495133669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116275354495133669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116275354495133669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116275354495133669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/11/on-death-without-exaggeration.html' title='On Death, without exaggeration.'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116195846463881422</id><published>2006-10-27T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T10:14:24.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/277905730/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/92/277905730_802cf45d33_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/277905730/"&gt;the pumpkin from hell!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/71439695@N00/"&gt;pmdcsb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Evil is coming to town!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116195846463881422?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116195846463881422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116195846463881422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116195846463881422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116195846463881422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-weekend.html' title='This weekend ...'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116187935351464736</id><published>2006-10-26T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:15:53.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I caught a leaf today, oh boy</title><content type='html'>and I just had to laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Neither life nor history is an enterprise for those  who seek simplicity or consistency" J. Diamond, &lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/critics/books/articles/050103crbo_books?050103crbo_books"&gt;Collapse&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116187935351464736?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116187935351464736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116187935351464736' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116187935351464736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116187935351464736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-caught-leaf-today-oh-boy.html' title='I caught a leaf today, oh boy'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116165844407469216</id><published>2006-10-23T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:54:04.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas do outono 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/277884649/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/118/277884649_593c4fb9a3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/277884649/"&gt;a field of pumpkins&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/71439695@N00/"&gt;pmdcsb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A field of pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our pumpkin festival is awesome.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116165844407469216?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116165844407469216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116165844407469216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116165844407469216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116165844407469216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/10/coisas-do-outono-3.html' title='Coisas do outono 3'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116165838053515764</id><published>2006-10-23T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:53:00.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas do outono 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/277885369/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/103/277885369_ea804213cb_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/277885369/"&gt;the bears and the shouting cricket&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/71439695@N00/"&gt;pmdcsb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The head of the Charles regatta:  the bears and the shouting cricket.&lt;br /&gt;This will get more text another night...&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116165838053515764?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116165838053515764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116165838053515764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116165838053515764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116165838053515764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/10/coisas-do-outono-2.html' title='Coisas do outono 2'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116165830338487734</id><published>2006-10-23T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:51:43.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas do outono 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/277886294/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/90/277886294_afafe45a00_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/277886294/"&gt;tree fireworks&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/71439695@N00/"&gt;pmdcsb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tree fireworks&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116165830338487734?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116165830338487734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116165830338487734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116165830338487734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116165830338487734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/10/coisas-do-outono-1.html' title='Coisas do outono 1'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116165821258231166</id><published>2006-10-23T22:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:50:12.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma precieuse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/277894744/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/87/277894744_0076635489_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/277894744/"&gt;ma precieuse&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/71439695@N00/"&gt;pmdcsb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Voilá un objet que j'aime vraiment à Paris.  C'est comme que personel, même si elle n'est à personne.  C'est beau.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116165821258231166?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116165821258231166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116165821258231166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116165821258231166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116165821258231166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/10/ma-precieuse.html' title='Ma precieuse'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116104255192186870</id><published>2006-10-16T19:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T19:49:11.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cambridge is a giant showroom for IKEA.</title><content type='html'>E' verdade.  O malandro do sueco empepina-nos a todos.  E para quem nao sabe o que e' empepinar, so' lhe fica bem nao saber. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha comoda (que bai da wei - este post esta' cheio de originalidades linguisticas - me levou 1 hora e meia a montar) e' igual 'as comodas de todos os meus amigos. E conhecidos.  E' verdade, ja' confirmamos.  So' faltava tambem ser everywhere dense na europa... passe a pub, se quiserem ver e' a "aneboda".  Quem tem uma aneboda?  quem demorou menos de 1 hora a monta-la?  vamos fazer um clube dos tipos-que-tiveram-um-sabado-lixado-por-causa-da-po..ra-da-aneboda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nem tudo e' mau no IKEA.   Alias, e' em geral muito bom, tenho uma mesa nova, de vidro que aposto que mais ninguem tem (ate' ver), um candeeiro todo fashion que so' 80% dos meus amigos teem, e uma cadeira que francamente, e' bem confortavel (e' montavel em 10mins).  E assim a minha casa ja' parece uma casa.  Sigh.............................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116104255192186870?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116104255192186870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116104255192186870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116104255192186870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116104255192186870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/10/cambridge-is-giant-showroom-for-ikea.html' title='Cambridge is a giant showroom for IKEA.'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116058824188147628</id><published>2006-10-11T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:37:26.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes it just hits you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/244868527/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/98/244868527_bab7c867b5_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/244868527/"&gt;sunrise&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/71439695@N00/"&gt;pmdcsb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;... how absolutely wonderful the human mind is.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116058824188147628?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116058824188147628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116058824188147628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116058824188147628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116058824188147628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/10/sometimes-it-just-hits-you.html' title='Sometimes it just hits you...'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116057530376115239</id><published>2006-10-11T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T10:05:53.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>O MIT e Portugal</title><content type='html'>E' como dizem, quem nao tem cao caca com gato... e o Mariano la' cacou o MIT. Para uma noticia decente, nao a verborreia habitual dos jornais tugas que nem sabem escrever Massachusetts, vejam &lt;a href="http://web.mit.edu/newsoffice/2006/portugal.html"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu ler a noticia, logo comento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma-ssa-chu-setts, carago!  dois s, um s, dois t.  Meaning "great blue hill" in the local pequat language.  Bando de ignominios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116057530376115239?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116057530376115239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116057530376115239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116057530376115239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116057530376115239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/10/o-mit-e-portugal.html' title='O MIT e Portugal'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116048685650652342</id><published>2006-10-10T09:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T09:32:42.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Encore un peu d'Histoire</title><content type='html'>Tenho a grande sorte de ter belos commutes todas as manhas e soirees, desde ha' 7 anos. 7 anos de belos commutes, nao sei se estao bem a ver, e' de agradecer a uma potencia divina.  D'abord, paris: o luxemburgo e o quartier latin, por todos os caminhos, zigzagues e canteiros possiveis. Ensuite, London: de meme, o st. james's e o west end (o paralelismo com paris e' ofuscante), de novo caminhos e zigzagues desta vez 'a esquerda e com perigo de vida, era mais como um jogo de video mas sem superpoderes. Ate' uma vez fui parado por um bobby em cima do passeio... isso e' outra historia. E agora, surprise surprise, boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falemos sobre boston. Alias, cambridge. A rua onde eu moro, harvard street, existe desde 1631. A rua em que eu biclo alegremente ao longo do rio, idem. Passado o rio, e' um quartier rico, ou seja: casaronas, jardins, pelouses, as decoracoes do halloween ja' aparecem (mas aqui com bom gosto e sem neons), as arvores ate' parece que estamos em vermont a rachar lenha. Enfim, uma vraie beaute', surtout le matin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A proposito de halloween, uma coisa endearing sobre os americanos: poem baby pumpkins nas campas dos cemiterios. Sera que no natal poem bolas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116048685650652342?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116048685650652342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116048685650652342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116048685650652342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116048685650652342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/10/encore-un-peu-dhistoire.html' title='Encore un peu d&apos;Histoire'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-116005641443309392</id><published>2006-10-05T09:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T09:53:34.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 de Outubro</title><content type='html'>Desfiles, discursos, exposicoes, portas abertas em Belem, e bandas de g-n-erres gordos e de bigode a tocar trompete, a nossa Historia em revista.   Velhas de xaile, a luz do outono, os pasteis.  O sorriso de gente simples bem disposta.  Outros a irem ao cafe do CCB.  Uma pequena brisa depois ao longo do Tejo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje apetecia-me estar em Lisboa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisboa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-116005641443309392?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/116005641443309392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=116005641443309392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116005641443309392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/116005641443309392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/10/5-de-outubro.html' title='5 de Outubro'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115927964405700817</id><published>2006-09-26T10:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T10:39:06.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -33.8pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;I met a 101 year old woman.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She said to me:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“are you married?” And, “I smile a lot.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115927964405700817?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115927964405700817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115927964405700817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115927964405700817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115927964405700817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/09/haiku.html' title='Haiku'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115927942924282087</id><published>2006-09-26T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T10:03:49.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago projected on a torus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/84155575/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/39/84155575_9d7a7ad62a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/84155575/"&gt;Chicago projected on a torus&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/71439695@N00/"&gt;pmdcsb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lifting off from O’Hare at night, we fly over a gigantic quadricular game, with roads of light leading towards the world famous city center, minuscule with its high-rises in the distance.  Buzzing over the game of light, a cloud of bezouros – the planes waiting to land. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is amazing about a high-rise is that you never really expect how different the view is from the second floor to the 45th floor.  It is also a pain if you want to get out and the elevators are full of slow moving old people, because... the stairs don’t work.  That’s right, after you run down 30 stories and are about to emerge free, breathing heavily and triumphant, bahm! The final door is locked and will sound the alarm if you push it. With a date with a plane in the near future, I found another non-alarmed but equally locked door, which after enough banging produced a security man who let me out!!  Moral: when in doubt, bang away.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115927942924282087?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115927942924282087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115927942924282087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115927942924282087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115927942924282087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/09/chicago-projected-on-torus.html' title='Chicago projected on a torus'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115871831005908964</id><published>2006-09-19T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T22:11:50.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Le rêve suisse!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/244872308/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/79/244872308_477ab8fc54_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/244872308/"&gt;l'autre rêve suisse!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/71439695@N00/"&gt;pmdcsb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Another night in the library, another moment of blogging!  This is me in the library.   Metaphorically.  There are no mountains in the library. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non, this is - in effect! - the swiss dream (like the american dream) for the poor honkey honkey who always wanted to be a goat.  Good ridance, donkey boy!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115871831005908964?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115871831005908964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115871831005908964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115871831005908964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115871831005908964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/09/le-rve-suisse.html' title='Le rêve suisse!'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115859461018259672</id><published>2006-09-18T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T11:51:40.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase do dia</title><content type='html'>A calma e' a base da Ciencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quem disse isto? nao sei, mas a minha Mae repete-mo desde que sou crianca. Primeiro para fazer valer a calma, eg. face ao meu bro, e agora para fazer valer a ciencia. E nao e' que e' bem verdade?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta' visto que estou sem pachorra para escrever posts, e recorro a truques baixos do genero por citacoes e fotografias e os amigos que vao la' ver mais se quiserem. E' que tenho andado muito ocupado ;) . Casa nova, etc e tal. A suivre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. hoje tomei o primeiro pequeno almoco em casa, no chao porque nao tenho mobilia. O chao tem muito que se lhe diga. E' confortavel, e' vasto, e' maior do que qualquer outro movel e da' para jogar ao berlinde, fazer flexoes, e muito mais. Acho que devemos redescobrir o chao. E digo isto depois de ter dormido nele muitas noites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cama chegou ontem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115859461018259672?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115859461018259672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115859461018259672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115859461018259672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115859461018259672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/09/frase-do-dia.html' title='Frase do dia'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115850830114801419</id><published>2006-09-17T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T11:54:07.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lumières de Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/244868216/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/86/244868216_17000d0a05_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/244868216/"&gt;lumières de Paris&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/71439695@N00/"&gt;pmdcsb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For more Paris, &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/sets/1796899/"&gt;entrez ici...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115850830114801419?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115850830114801419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115850830114801419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115850830114801419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115850830114801419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/09/lumires-de-paris.html' title='lumières de Paris'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115836118036285772</id><published>2006-09-15T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T18:59:40.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A bull-alp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/243876902/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/87/243876902_9f3ed6ebb8_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/243876902/"&gt;a bull-alp&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/71439695@N00/"&gt;pmdcsb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A beautiful moment in the alps, over the Lac Leman.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cenas dos proximos posts:&lt;br /&gt;"Mama, Mama, conta-me que livros andas a ler..."&lt;br /&gt;"Xena pa', gandas fotos da suica, mane'!"&lt;br /&gt;"Paris sera toujours Paris"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E com esta, bom fim de semana, o' blogosfera!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115836118036285772?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115836118036285772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115836118036285772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115836118036285772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115836118036285772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/09/bull-alp.html' title='A bull-alp'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115827726087722579</id><published>2006-09-14T19:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T19:41:00.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying home on September 11th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/243080181/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/96/243080181_6ec132904c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/243080181/"&gt;a road across artic canada&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/71439695@N00/"&gt;pmdcsb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;... was no big deal.  The plane was full, the view was amazing.  We flew over greenland, and saw the gigantic glaciers diving into the ocean.  That was particularly amazing because I was reading how the greenland norse society emerged and collapsed (on 'Collapse', more on that book soon).  And there it was, the end of the world just below me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we crossed canada, where civilization emerges very slowly, over hours of flight.  First one isolated road (can you see it?), then vegetation, then a small village with fields, and finally a city.  It's very very very far away from anything ...&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115827726087722579?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115827726087722579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115827726087722579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115827726087722579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115827726087722579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/09/flying-home-on-september-11th.html' title='Flying home on September 11th'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115696238753875088</id><published>2006-08-30T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T14:26:27.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberta o Pollock que ha' em ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jacksonpollock.org/"&gt;Aqui!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115696238753875088?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115696238753875088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115696238753875088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115696238753875088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115696238753875088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/08/liberta-o-pollock-que-ha-em-ti.html' title='Liberta o Pollock que ha&apos; em ti'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115671278353119145</id><published>2006-08-27T17:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T18:29:35.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Statement on life as a couple.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/225673707/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/82/225673707_e010a192ed_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/225673707/"&gt;Statement on life in a couple.&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/71439695@N00/"&gt;pmdcsb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115671278353119145?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115671278353119145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115671278353119145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115671278353119145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115671278353119145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/08/statement-on-life-as-couple.html' title='Statement on life as a couple.'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115654589829867159</id><published>2006-08-25T18:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T19:16:59.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Falta so' uma semana!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/64409074/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/64409074_5f91f44c1f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/64409074/"&gt;institut de France depuis la cour carrée&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/71439695@N00/"&gt;pmdcsb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Para ir para Paris! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le soleil qui se lève&lt;br /&gt;Et caresse les toits&lt;br /&gt;Et c'est Paris le jour&lt;br /&gt;La Seine qui se promène&lt;br /&gt;Et me guide du doigt&lt;br /&gt;Et c'est Paris toujours&lt;br /&gt;(J. Brel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris, je reviens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS :)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115654589829867159?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115654589829867159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115654589829867159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115654589829867159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115654589829867159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/08/falta-so-uma-semana.html' title='Falta so&apos; uma semana!'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115645809004789207</id><published>2006-08-24T18:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T18:21:30.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drogas legais, ja'?</title><content type='html'>Ah sim?  E' o que se aprende com o &lt;a href="http://www.lemonde.fr/web/depeches/0,14-0,39-27959119@7-37,0.html"&gt;Le Monde&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"En 2000, le Portugal a dépénalisé l'usage - mais non le trafic - de toutes les drogues, du cannabis à la cocaïne."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115645809004789207?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115645809004789207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115645809004789207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115645809004789207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115645809004789207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/08/drogas-legais-ja.html' title='Drogas legais, ja&apos;?'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115643608598882833</id><published>2006-08-24T12:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T18:27:08.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Only in America, # N+1</title><content type='html'>1 - In the evening by the river... a veiled muslim woman jogging! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Flirt with a beautiful police officer on campus (a woman).  Imagine the possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Everyone, from Rosa the doorman to Marc the boss, complimented me on my haircut. (a few dissenters said it was no good).  Nobody in Europe talks about a guy's haircut!  Here it is well-loved topic, just like the weather.  Goes to show people are just waiting to talk to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115643608598882833?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115643608598882833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115643608598882833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115643608598882833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115643608598882833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/08/only-in-america-n1.html' title='Only in America, # N+1'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115620167373132735</id><published>2006-08-21T19:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T19:20:30.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind shift</title><content type='html'>On a break from Hamlet, my professor of English literature worried about the future of civilization, threatened by the U2 types who sang that fiction was "even better than the real thing".  That was back in 1995, in St. Louis, MO, during my &lt;a href="http://afs.org/AFSI/"&gt;AFS year&lt;/a&gt;.  He said the richness of real life is our greatest treasure and understanding it our responsibility and only protection against collapse.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today on the bus, there is an add about apple juice.  It reads:  real is better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be or not to be, that is indeed the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that depends on what &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/onthisday/hi/dates/stories/september/21/newsid_2525000/2525339.stm"&gt;the meaning of the word 'is' is&lt;/a&gt;, doesn't it ;) ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115620167373132735?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115620167373132735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115620167373132735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115620167373132735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115620167373132735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/08/mind-shift.html' title='Mind shift'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115600317960246737</id><published>2006-08-19T11:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T11:59:39.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sur la perte d'un fils</title><content type='html'>Agora que esta tragédia bate à porta, &lt;a href="http://www.lemonde.fr/web/article/0,1-0@2-734511,36-804755@51-759824,0.html"&gt;aqui fica um texto&lt;/a&gt; de outra família que perdeu um filho.  Extractos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[...]&lt;br /&gt;Notre vie n'est pas finie. Nous avons seulement subi un coup très dur. Nous trouverons la force pour le supporter, en nous-mêmes, dans le fait d'être ensemble, moi, Michal et nos enfants et aussi le grand-père et les grands-mères qui aimaient Uri de tout leur coeur - ils l'appelaient Neshumeh (ma petite âme)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et nous trouverons la force aussi dans Uri. Il possédait des forces qui nous suffiront pour de nombreuses années. La lumière qu'il projetait - de vie, de vigueur, d'innocence et d'amour - était si intense qu'elle continuera à nous éclairer même après que l'astre qui la produisait s'est éteint. Notre amour, nous avons eu le grand privilège d'être avec toi, merci pour chaque moment où tu as été avec nous."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115600317960246737?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115600317960246737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115600317960246737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115600317960246737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115600317960246737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/08/sur-la-perte-dun-fils.html' title='Sur la perte d&apos;un fils'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115587725026640042</id><published>2006-08-18T00:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T01:00:50.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deus e companhia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/207372653/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/66/207372653_917c06ac46_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/207372653/"&gt;Deus e companhia&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/71439695@N00/"&gt;pmdcsb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jesus Christ Inc.  Palavras para quê?  Isto ao lado do Afro Salon.  Plano de negócio infalível:  abrir um salon.  Queres abrir um café?  inclui cabeleireiro.   Um banco?  só se também lavares cabeças.   Uma agência de viagens?  não te esqueças das pedicures.  Tanto cabeleireiro e tão pouco taste ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 últimas semanas no mais chique que tudo Louisburg square.  Hoje recebemos um panfleto dum tal "Frost Bite:  ice creams for dogs".   As manhãs de verão são lindas aqui.  Aparecem os tours turísticos, apontam para o parque, para as casas, e os turistas olham como boi para palácio.  É então que eu apareço de roupão, e elas caem todas redondas.  É preciso dizer que as americanas são bem redondas em geral.  Tenho o luxo de pagar $2 por um café no café da esquina.  New York Times ao pequeno almoço.  Biscoitos ao lanche.  Passeios pelo rio ao lusco fusco e concertos no parque à noite.  Se de bicicleta, faço slalom entre os ratos.  Uma destas noites vou pegar no barco dos cisnes e ir até à ilha deserta no meio do pond.  It's the summer in the city.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115587725026640042?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115587725026640042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115587725026640042' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115587725026640042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115587725026640042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/08/deus-e-companhia.html' title='Deus e companhia'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115579132893033773</id><published>2006-08-17T01:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T01:14:41.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>K9 intelligence</title><content type='html'>Today I gave a talk and there was a dog in the audience.  The talk was on how the cells of a sea urchin embryo, if separated and mixed, group back together into a sea urchin embryo.  The dog was not impressed by this.  He may be more intelligent than we think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115579132893033773?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115579132893033773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115579132893033773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115579132893033773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115579132893033773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/08/k9-intelligence.html' title='K9 intelligence'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115578688298758067</id><published>2006-08-16T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T00:21:04.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Americana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/217378712/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/58/217378712_3cd31f59a8_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/217378712/"&gt;Americana 1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/71439695@N00/"&gt;pmdcsb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/217375440/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/78/217375440_a13ad6ff78_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/217375440/"&gt;Americana 1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/71439695@N00/"&gt;pmdcsb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/217381379/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/63/217381379_ce4d3d702e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/217381379/"&gt;Americana 1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/71439695@N00/"&gt;pmdcsb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/217381785/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/91/217381785_47df017991_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/217381785/"&gt;Americana 1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/71439695@N00/"&gt;pmdcsb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A series of pics on life in Boston, on both sides of the river. &lt;br /&gt;a) Evening baseball before the boston skyline. I stop on my way home and learn a bit of the game everyday. The trick is to sit confortably and wait for the trees to grow.&lt;br /&gt;b) The all-american diner.  &lt;br /&gt;c) Typical Harvard Yard.  Country and Kind is better than God and Country.  Yale, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;d) Typical Harvard Square disregard for antique art.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115578688298758067?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115578688298758067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115578688298758067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115578688298758067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115578688298758067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/08/americana.html' title='Americana'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115569679037890375</id><published>2006-08-15T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T22:53:10.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Robocup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.robocup.org/"&gt;Aims of the Robocup:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robocup.org/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  By the year 2050, develop a team of fully autonomous humanoid robots      that can win against the human world soccer champion team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I vote we send these guys to another planet!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115569679037890375?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115569679037890375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115569679037890375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115569679037890375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115569679037890375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/08/robocup.html' title='Robocup'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115551576751907839</id><published>2006-08-13T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T20:38:21.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The heathrow bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/212139799/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/63/212139799_9673cf371a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/212139799/"&gt;the heathrow bunny&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/71439695@N00/"&gt;pmdcsb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happier days at heathrow, when bunnies were allowed to roam free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115551576751907839?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115551576751907839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115551576751907839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115551576751907839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115551576751907839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/08/heathrow-bunny.html' title='The heathrow bunny'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115525823343227478</id><published>2006-08-10T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T21:03:53.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Novas da bina gay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/212142244/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/97/212142244_803c4bb50a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/212142244/"&gt;A bina gay&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/71439695@N00/"&gt;pmdcsb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1 - já ando sem mãos E sem pés. Ao mesmo tempo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Estou com um pernões do caraças (dizem).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - os semáforos não são para mim.  Still, mal tenho uma aberta, fica logo verde... é de humilhar qualquer motoqueiro que se preze!  conclusão:  os semáforos cá são os mais eficientes do planeta.  Devem ser planeados pelo MIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - bina gay: a fotografia diz tudo.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115525823343227478?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115525823343227478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115525823343227478' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115525823343227478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115525823343227478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/08/novas-da-bina-gay.html' title='Novas da bina gay'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115521983146830436</id><published>2006-08-10T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T16:18:54.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ataque terrorista - the continent is isolated!</title><content type='html'>Houve uma conspiracao de ataque a avioes comerciais, que a policia interceptou, ao mesmo tempo que fazia cancelar os voos para e de Inglaterra. Logo, a Scotland Yard emite um comunicado que contra por alto a conspiracao e justifica assim a situacao. Tudo optimo, deviamos estar muito contentes e agradecidos. Yet somehow, por estranho que pareca, I'm not. Por um lado, porque apesar desta nao ter passado, e' claro que a situacao e' e continua muito perigosa. Mas por outro lado, porque somehow o governo e a policia don't come accross as totally honest. Se calhar e' impressao minha, porque e' claro que estas coisas teem que ser feitas com muita secrecy. O que me incomoda e' o enfase que os politicos dao a previsoes apocalipticas ("death on a scale without precedent"?!?! please...) o que implicitamente trata o publico de parvo -- como se o publico nao percebesse o que sao 20 avioes a explodir -- e que torna muito facil a adopcao de medidas extremas. Que facilmente podem derrapar para medidas extremistas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' muito importante the powers that be merecerem confianca nestes tempos. Mais inteligencia e menos populismo sao cruciais para esta merda nao derrapar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. An english friend interprets these as messages not only to the general public but mainly to either convey the merit of the police (whose successes are never appreciated) or to convey a message to the terrorists, just like the news of a kidnapping are modulated to influence the kidnappers' behaviour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115521983146830436?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115521983146830436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115521983146830436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115521983146830436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115521983146830436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/08/ataque-terrorista-continent-is.html' title='Ataque terrorista - the continent is isolated!'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115514883838173838</id><published>2006-08-09T14:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T14:40:38.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>il CasaNova</title><content type='html'>The man is back!  after le bel apart &lt;a href="http://campagne.premiere.free.fr/"&gt;Rue Campagne Premiere&lt;/a&gt;, the cute &lt;a href="http://www.londontown.com/LondonStreets/gloucester_street_4b9.html"&gt;Gloucester Street&lt;/a&gt; dive and the sumptuous &lt;a href="http://travel2.nytimes.com/top/features/travel/destinations/unitedstates/massachusetts/boston/sight_details.html?vid=1083747031155"&gt;Louisburg sq.&lt;/a&gt; place, I'm now moving to &lt;a href="http://www.harvardsquare.com/"&gt;Harvard Street&lt;/a&gt;.  Cambridge, MA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As each time I find a new house, I also found a great resto around the corner and had me a lunch to celebrate.  Me and a book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115514883838173838?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115514883838173838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115514883838173838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115514883838173838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115514883838173838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/08/il-casanova_09.html' title='il CasaNova'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115505385149480639</id><published>2006-08-08T12:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T12:28:47.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Power yoga</title><content type='html'>&lt;span chatdir="2"&gt;&lt;div class="bz_msg_cont" chatindex="4B950ECDC29D80D436"&gt;yesterday i went to yoga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bz_msg_cont" chatindex="4B950ECDC29D80D437"&gt;yooooooooga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bz_msg_cont" chatindex="4B950ECDC29D80D438"&gt;me and 20 beautiful sweaty young women&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bz_msg_cont" chatindex="4B950ECDC29D80D439"&gt;streching and oooohming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been touched by the love of Parvati!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115505385149480639?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115505385149480639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115505385149480639' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115505385149480639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115505385149480639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/08/power-yoga.html' title='Power yoga'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115480459938438713</id><published>2006-08-05T14:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T15:24:59.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music @ MFA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/207374598/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/71/207374598_f5ac07bf93_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/207374598/"&gt;Music @ MFA&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/71439695@N00/"&gt;pmdcsb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O MFA, ao contrário do que o nome indica, é o Museum of Fine Arts, do qual aqui o je é um proud patron. (aqui tudo tem que ser proud). Logo, pimba, às sextas ao lusco fusco temos um cocktail nas galerias ou jardins do museu. É bom. O ambiente até é raffiné... n'en déplaise ao S. Francisco a salsa cubana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aqui podia haver comentários muito witty, I'm sure, mas não me ocorre nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115480459938438713?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115480459938438713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115480459938438713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115480459938438713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115480459938438713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/08/music-mfa.html' title='Music @ MFA'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115480413742124890</id><published>2006-08-05T14:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T15:04:01.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>an american check</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/207375574/" title="photo sharing"&gt;Basta&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/96/207375574_4a380c583e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/207375574/"&gt;an american check&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/71439695@N00/"&gt;pmdcsb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rock it, baby!&lt;br /&gt;Vá, eramos 8...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Educativamente, fica-se aqui a ver quão cara é a vida de borga em boston.  Ouch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115480413742124890?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115480413742124890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115480413742124890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115480413742124890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115480413742124890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/08/american-check.html' title='an american check'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115453992608654592</id><published>2006-08-02T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T13:32:06.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The heat is on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://image.weather.com/web/common/wxicons/52/32.gif" alt="" border="0" height="52" width="52" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="obsTextA"&gt;Sunny&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="obsTempTextA"&gt;  36°C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels Like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b class="obsTextA"&gt;42°C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="obsTextA"&gt;Tonight it won't go below 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="obsTextA"&gt;°C.  Sleeping is out of the question ... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="obsTextA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115453992608654592?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115453992608654592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115453992608654592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115453992608654592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115453992608654592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/08/heat-is-on.html' title='The heat is on!'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115438088824517303</id><published>2006-07-31T17:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T17:21:28.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Monde e o medio oriente</title><content type='html'>Por uma vez o Le Monde escreve direito sobre o medio oriente.  And so, porque a situacao esta' grave, ponho aqui uns trechos de natureza politica.  Talvez inclua em breve um texto mais pessoal, com a visao possivel do problema atraves dos israelitas e libaneses que conheco ca'.  Quanto aos iranianos, esses, quase todos, nem podem ouvir falar do Irao.  So' falam saudosamente da sua Persia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Car la mesure de la crise est celle-ci, et elle n'a de précédent que dans la crise des missiles soviétiques installés à Cuba en 1962 : en laissant l'Iran et la Syrie installer, via le Hezbollah, de douze mille à dix-sept mille missiles, le Liban a placé Israël à la portée de l'Iran. Pas de n'importe quel Iran : il s'agit de celui d'Ahmadinedjad, dont les propos sur l'existence de l'Etat d'Israël sont sans ambiguïté. Il ne peut donc y avoir aucun doute sur la réalité de la menace qui pèse sur l'Etat juif. [...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le reproche fait à Israël est d'être coupable d'une réaction&lt;i&gt; "disproportionnée"&lt;/i&gt; : le problème est qu'Israël doit sa survie en partie à sa capacité à réagir de façon disproportionnée. Le problème est aussi que cette disproportion a constamment contribué à renforcer, dans le camp arabe, les fractions les plus radicales. [...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toute solution internationale appellera donc, pour prétendre réussir, une présence militaire active multinationale. Nous devrons, dans le meilleur des cas, nous préparer, avec d'autres, à l'assumer."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115438088824517303?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115438088824517303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115438088824517303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115438088824517303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115438088824517303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/07/le-monde-e-o-medio-oriente.html' title='Le Monde e o medio oriente'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115415559253459554</id><published>2006-07-29T02:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T02:46:32.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather</title><content type='html'>Mark Twain said: "if you don't like the New England weather, wait five minutes."  E os americanos, tarados pela informação, check the weather every five minutes.  Deve ter sido por isso que eu fui o único tóino de guarda-chuva na noite, depois da tempestade apocalíptica desta tarde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115415559253459554?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115415559253459554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115415559253459554' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115415559253459554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115415559253459554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/07/weather.html' title='Weather'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115415401769662291</id><published>2006-07-29T02:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T02:43:00.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem título, 1</title><content type='html'>Como a petty excuse for public transportations desta pseudo cidade fecha à meia noite e meia, fiz Central a Beacon Hill a pé em 30mins. E que lindo foi, let me try to describe: hmm, os vagabundos de central square, sempre os mesmos, simpáticos e tal. Os ravers da Mass Ave com os bófias barrigudos de olho neles (o que não está no doghnut!), e depois corto ali (com ou sem acento no i?) à esquerda na Main Street...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sim, it does exist: a real-life Main street! Só não tem o palácio da bela adormecida ao fundo. O que tem e muito é betão e parques de estacionamento. Também tem, diga-se, o &lt;a href="http://www.broad.mit.edu/"&gt;broad institute,&lt;/a&gt; que ao contrário do que o nome indica não é dedicado ao estudo das gajas boas, mas à biologia. Detalhes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo pela main street chega-se à minha ponte, de onde se tem a mais bela vista de boston. A competição também não é grande. (Tenho que give up estes sarcasmos.) Enfim é uma vista que não ofende a vista. Como dizem cá, it's easy on the eyes (de novo aplica-se a miúdas, mas vai dar ao mesmo). Do outro lado da ponte estamos então em Boston, que até agora estavamos em Cambridge, e chegamos a beacon hill, quarteirão histórico com 300 anos de história (dizem) e onde para compensar hoje em dia não se passa rigorosamente nada. (estou viciado no sarcasmo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, ia-me esquecendo do grande BHP.  O &lt;a href="http://boston.citysearch.com/profile/11352380#editorialreview"&gt;beacon hill pub&lt;/a&gt;, a dive straight out of star wars.  Mas isso já é outra história...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.  uma coisa boa de boston é chegar a casa a meio da noite, alegre qb, e falar para portugal!  Ééee! bom dia!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115415401769662291?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115415401769662291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115415401769662291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115415401769662291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115415401769662291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/07/sem-ttulo-1.html' title='Sem título, 1'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115395003737945434</id><published>2006-07-26T17:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T20:38:12.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Constato 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/195559399/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/74/195559399_7a40dae427_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/195559399/"&gt;Rua dos Contrabandistas, Lisboa&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/71439695@N00/"&gt;pmdcsb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;... que é bem difícil viver plenamente longe da família e dos amigos. Noutras palavras, tenho sorte em ter família e amigos tão bons que fazem a vida perto deles something out of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É óbvio, talvez, mas eu precisei de muitos anos de muita distância para o perceber. Mas por enquanto, viver na Europa já contaria como viver perto ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115395003737945434?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115395003737945434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115395003737945434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115395003737945434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115395003737945434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/07/constato-2.html' title='Constato 2'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115377934155542729</id><published>2006-07-24T18:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T18:16:41.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Primate of the week</title><content type='html'>While thinking about anatomical evolvability, I bumped into this adorable little chimp, the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bonobo"&gt;Bonobo&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The species is distinguished by an upright gait, a matriarchal and egalitarian culture, and the prominent role of sexual activity in their society." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example to us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115377934155542729?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115377934155542729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115377934155542729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115377934155542729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115377934155542729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/07/primate-of-week.html' title='Primate of the week'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115367821359269986</id><published>2006-07-23T14:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T23:14:56.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A boa vida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/195561682/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/60/195561682_dee424a3e7_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/195561682/"&gt;A boa vida!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/71439695@N00/"&gt;pmdcsb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A boa vida! E publicidade descarada à sagres. E dizer que em Paris se paga caro o prato de ... 8 (oito!) caracoletas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.  desta vez provei, e está cientificamente provado: não gosto de caracóis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115367821359269986?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115367821359269986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115367821359269986' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115367821359269986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115367821359269986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/07/boa-vida.html' title='A boa vida!'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115367724599823769</id><published>2006-07-23T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T13:54:06.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisbon by night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/195563115/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/77/195563115_0b3aa3d432_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/195563115/"&gt;Escadinhas de Sto. Antão?&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/71439695@N00/"&gt;pmdcsb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115367724599823769?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115367724599823769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115367724599823769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115367724599823769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115367724599823769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/07/lisbon-by-night.html' title='Lisbon by night'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115359470525959768</id><published>2006-07-22T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T15:12:11.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NY chairs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/195123727/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/62/195123727_2059064ac1_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/195123727/"&gt;cranky old chair&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/71439695@N00/"&gt;pmdcsb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/195122851/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/65/195122851_88c42e73d7_m.jpg"  alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/195122851/"&gt;Love over NY green&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/71439695@N00/"&gt;pmdcsb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... they speak!  Imagine a city so fleeting, so full of people so varied that everything is written on:  to recall a love affair, to record history already fading, or just to talk to the passing stranger.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115359470525959768?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115359470525959768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115359470525959768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115359470525959768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115359470525959768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/07/ny-chairs.html' title='NY chairs...'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115353933997584444</id><published>2006-07-21T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T15:11:47.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NY, à l'abordage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/195124143/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/64/195124143_18a34f2e05_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/195124143/"&gt;NY, à l'abordage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/71439695@N00/"&gt;pmdcsb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/195124388/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/195124388_625125dea1_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71439695@N00/195124388/"&gt;NY when the chinese are jumping&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/71439695@N00/"&gt;pmdcsb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York, summer in the city, ruas ardentes, gente nas fontes. O parque central não chega para as encomendas, são no máximo 3 metros para jogar à bola e há quem até se deite (bikini, claro) à borda de lagos infestos. Romances a acontecerem a metro e meio de distância. Lá perto, um lugar fresco e de paz, a Catedral de Saint Patrick cheia de tudo quanto é santos mas o patrick nem vê-lo. Descendo um pouco mais esta ilha de índios, o meu sítio favorito: a public library e o Bryant park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo dito, até agora NY não chega nem aos calcanhares de Londres.  London is calling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115353933997584444?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115353933997584444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115353933997584444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115353933997584444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115353933997584444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/07/ny-labordage_115353933997584444.html' title='NY, à l&apos;abordage'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19049540.post-115291331730831149</id><published>2006-07-14T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T17:41:57.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poesias de infancia</title><content type='html'>Em noites de lua cheia, sempre ouvi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boiao de leite, que a noite leva&lt;br /&gt;com maos de treva, para nao sei quem beber.&lt;br /&gt;Que embora levado muito devagarzinho,&lt;br /&gt;vai derramando pingos de leite pelo caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No campo, 'a hora do cha':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rabbit has a pleasant face.&lt;br /&gt;His private life is a disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;I really could not say to you&lt;br /&gt;the awful things that rabbits do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19049540-115291331730831149?l=lplb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/feeds/115291331730831149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19049540&amp;postID=115291331730831149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115291331730831149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19049540/posts/default/115291331730831149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lplb.blogspot.com/2006/07/poesias-de-infancia.html' title='Poesias de infancia'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037795453292742740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/64409070_42547a54ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
