<?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-25858799</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:38:04.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ldcag96009</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-115088822987125104</id><published>2006-06-21T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T11:54:15.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From: "vítor almeida" &lt;anexo_b@hotmail.com&gt;&lt;/anexo_b@hotmail.com&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To: botehlo@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subject: aloha...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Date: Sun, 01 Oct 2000 16:05:09 GMT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ola Isabel&lt;br /&gt;'ta tudo bem? ja' estás no erasmus?&lt;br /&gt;nao percebi muito bem se queres ligar a maquina ao computador ou ao video mas genericamente e' a mesma coisa: da saida da camera, o output, ligas no input do computador ou do video: quase sempre tem la' indicado line in ou input ou aux in ou video in e audio in, ou tem uma seta a apontar para a direita, ou um desenho dum monitor com uma seta a entrar: se for um video tens de indicar com o comando ou no proprio gravador qual e' a entrada, que no fundo e' so' um canal, so' que em vez de ser um canal de tv e' de entrada ou recepção de video, no computador e' independente: isto se a placa de video tiver estas entradas, se for fire wire tens de indicar que em vez das entradas que disse e' a recepçãp (input) digital.&lt;br /&gt;A saida para tv ou video sera' onde esta' indicado output, ou line out, ou aux out, ou a seta para a esquerda ou a seta a sair do ecran. E' um bocado dificil explicar assim mas e' assim mesmo:&lt;br /&gt;da camera vai para o computador, do computador vai para a televisão; ou da camera vai para o video, do video para a tv; ou da camera vai para o computador, do computador vai para o video, do video vai para a tv - isto e' como ta' na escola.&lt;br /&gt;pois e', isto e' uma confusão&lt;br /&gt;fica bem&lt;br /&gt;um beijinho&lt;br /&gt;Vitor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-115088822987125104?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/115088822987125104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=115088822987125104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115088822987125104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115088822987125104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/06/from-vtor-almeida-to-botehlohotmail.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-115088673498795419</id><published>2006-06-21T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T11:49:09.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Afinal como destinguir o sonho da realidade? Quando se perceptionam diferenças muito ténues, levando a um estar atento calmamente e a quase uma espécie de «apalpar terreno».&lt;br /&gt;Aconteceu um dia ter de realizar o seguinte exercício de descrever um sonho e descrever uma pessoa. Quanto revejo agora ambas as descrições, analiso e concluo que nessa altura não havia nada mais importante para mim que a magia do sonho, pois não dei muita importância ao descrever duma pessoa. Ainda mais que foi uma coisa feita no autocarro após ter casualmente falado simplesmente com o, na altura, psiquiatra de um lar de idosos, no decorrrer de uma investigação para Sociologia. Acredito que devo ter desdenhado, ironizado, ridicularizado ter de fazer esta segunda descrição. E acho agora que não fiz bem nem mal. Realidade e sonho - não serão ambos uma mentira? Negativa, diga-se, enquanto preversa - no que diz respeito à realidade. Positiva, diga-se, enquanto pura - no que diz respeito ao sonho e à realidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-115088673498795419?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/115088673498795419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=115088673498795419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115088673498795419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115088673498795419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/06/afinal-como-destinguir-o-sonho-da.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-115088536815134191</id><published>2006-06-21T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T03:23:45.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>abraço - círculo - equilíbrio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-115088536815134191?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/115088536815134191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=115088536815134191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115088536815134191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115088536815134191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/06/abrao-crculo-equilbrio.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-115088514454221467</id><published>2006-06-21T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T03:19:04.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eterno retorno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-115088514454221467?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/115088514454221467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=115088514454221467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115088514454221467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115088514454221467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/06/eterno-retorno.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-115088511719361886</id><published>2006-06-21T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T03:18:37.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O factor decisivo no deciframento de imagens é tratar-se de planos. O significado da imagem encontra-se na superfície e pode ser captada por um golpe de vista. No entanto, tal método de deciframento produzirá apenas o significado superficial da imagem. Quem quiser «aprofundar» o significado e restituir as dimensões abstraídas, deve permitir à sua vista vaguear pela superfície da imagem. Este vaguear pela superfície é chamado &lt;em&gt;scanning&lt;/em&gt;. O traçado do &lt;em&gt;scanning&lt;/em&gt; segue a estrutura da imagem, mas também os impulsos no íntimo do observador. O significado decifrado por este método será, pois, o resultado de síntese entre duas «intencionalidades»: a do emissor e a do receptor. As imagens não são conjuntos de símbolos com significados inequívocos, como o são as cifras: não são «denotativos». As imagens oferecem aos seus receptores um espaço interpretativo: são símbolos «conotativos».&lt;br /&gt;Ao vaguear pela superfície, o olhar vai estabelecendo relações temporais entre os elementos da imagem: um elemento é visto após o outro. O olhar reconstitui a dimensão do tempo. O vaguear do olhar é circular: tende a voltar para contemplar elementos já vistos. Assim, o «antes» torna-se «depois», e o «depois» torna-se «antes».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt;, FLUSSER, Vilém - &lt;em&gt;Ensaio sobre a fotografia - para uma filosofia da técnica&lt;/em&gt;, Ed. Relógio d'Água, 1998.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-115088511719361886?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/115088511719361886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=115088511719361886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115088511719361886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115088511719361886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/06/o-factor-decisivo-no-deciframento-de.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-115088410996344667?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/115088410996344667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=115088410996344667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115088410996344667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115088410996344667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/06/internet-recupera-sonho-da-biblioteca.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-115088393277568037</id><published>2006-06-21T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T02:58:52.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pés de bailarina,&lt;br /&gt;olhos de anjo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-115088393277568037?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/115088393277568037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=115088393277568037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115088393277568037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115088393277568037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/06/ps-de-bailarina-olhos-de-anjo.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-115088349456388660</id><published>2006-06-21T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T02:51:34.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A «rede» é virtual,&lt;br /&gt;«só nos resta acreditar».&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115088317732290916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115088317732290916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-115088264926648056</id><published>2006-06-21T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T02:37:29.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No nosso dia-a-dia, estamos constantemente a estabelecer as relações entre os traços do rosto e a personalidade das pessoas com quem contactamos. Quase todos tendemos a forjar uma ideia das pessoas a partir da mera observação do seu retrato, e o mundo do entretenimento serve-se destas associações. No cinema e na TV, encontramos a cada momento os rostos típicos do herói e do vilão. A aparência dos actores desperta no espectador sentimentos que acabam por se instituir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in, Super Interessante&lt;/em&gt;, número 33, Janeiro 2001, pág. 80.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-115088264926648056?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/115088264926648056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=115088264926648056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115088264926648056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115088264926648056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-nosso-dia-dia-estamos.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-115088258440044387</id><published>2006-06-21T02:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T02:36:24.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A vida é como caminhar na rua. Às vezes andamos muito bem, sempre em frente, outras vezes temos de parar para deixar passar as pesadas (ou não) prioridades e necessidades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-115088258440044387?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/115088258440044387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=115088258440044387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115088258440044387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115088258440044387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/06/vida-como-caminhar-na-rua.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-115088253587265155</id><published>2006-06-21T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T02:35:35.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Para alguns a sociedade é um peso, para mim a minha salvação. O meu peso sou eu mesma e a minha capacidade de me lembrar. O meu peso é a minha memória.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-115088253587265155?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/115088253587265155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=115088253587265155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115088253587265155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115088253587265155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/06/para-alguns-sociedade-um-peso-para-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-115088224967159391</id><published>2006-06-21T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T02:30:49.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Cada um detem dentro de si a capacidade de alterar o seu mundo; o dia de amanhã é sempre diferente e melhor do que aquele que foi hoje. O ser-se capaz de parar para refectir sobre aquilo que nos atormenta, preocupa ou aborrece, de cabeça fria, gavetas arrumadas e limpas de poeiras; somos capazes de fazer uma análise crua das situações.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma coisa é certa, só nós próprios somos capazes de alterar o que queremos como queremos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A nossa vontade deve ser sempre soberana.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                                                                                  Um beijo amigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                                                                                    2005/10/20&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                                                                                      Felicidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. Obrigada D. Felicidade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-115088224967159391?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/115088224967159391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=115088224967159391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115088224967159391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115088224967159391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/06/cada-um-detem-dentro-de-si-capacidade.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-115083203180669551</id><published>2006-06-20T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T12:33:51.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>El objectivo real de Kurt Schwitters era lograr claridad y armonia lirica en la composicion, una meta que, estando basada en la conviccion estetica, no podia ser mas tradicional.&lt;br /&gt;Schwitters convertia en fetiches todos los objectos que "MERZeaba" en sus composiciones, es decir, ortogama um sentido mistico especial a los componentes individuales que constituian el centro de sus collages y ensamblages.&lt;br /&gt;Tanto el enfasis en la construccion como la fetichizacion de los ojectos son tecnicas muy ajenas al Expressionismo, com sus excesos emotionales y sus formas de expresion anti-tradicionales.&lt;br /&gt;El MERZbau era uma especie de romantica "obra de arte total", con expressivos contornos de aspecto catedralicio; servia al mismo tiempo de estudio, habitacion, altar, obra de arte y parque de atracciones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Fervor Dada&lt;/em&gt;, Coleccion Ernst Schwitters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xunta de Galicia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Centro Galego de Arte Contemporanea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-115083203180669551?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/115083203180669551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=115083203180669551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115083203180669551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115083203180669551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/06/el-objectivo-real-de-kurt-schwitters.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-115082888759921748</id><published>2006-06-20T11:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T11:30:49.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Como designer puro e duro, Schwitters é sobretudo conhecido pelo seu trabalho como acessor tipográfico da Cidade de Hannover que incluiu, nomeadamente, horários para os transportes públicos e até cartazes com textos em rima.&lt;br /&gt;A sua revista «MERZ», com 24 números editados entre 1923 e 1932, pode ser considerada um bom exemplo da sua actividade como artista/designer. Em 1924, dedicou o número 11 da revista à fábrica de materiais para artistas Gunther Wagner, baseada em Hannover. Nele, incluiu anúncios feitos por si para a marca «Pelikan».&lt;br /&gt;Embora sendo um designer tipográfico &lt;em&gt;auteur&lt;/em&gt; («aquele que faz de uma forma nunca antes feita por ninguém») Schwitters era muito organizado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-115082888759921748?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/115082888759921748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=115082888759921748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115082888759921748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115082888759921748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/06/como-designer-puro-e-duro-schwitters.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-115082888874870715</id><published>2006-06-20T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T02:13:48.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Como designer puro e duro, Schwitters é sobretudo conhecido pelo seu trabalho como assessor tipográfico da Cidade de Hannover que incluiu, nomeadamente, horários para os transportes públicos e até cartazes com textos em rima.&lt;br /&gt;A sua revista «MERZ», com 24 números editados entre 1923 e 1932, pode ser considerada um bom exemplo da sua actividade como artista/designer. Em 1924, dedicou o número 11 da revista à fábrica de materiais para artistas Gunther Wagner, baseada em Hannover. Nele, incluiu anúncios feitos por si para a marca «Pelikan».&lt;br /&gt;Schwitters era um designer tipográfico &lt;em&gt;auteur&lt;/em&gt; («aquele que faz de uma forma nunca antes feita por ninguém»).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-115082888874870715?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/115082888874870715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=115082888874870715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115082888874870715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115082888874870715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/06/como-designer-puro-e-duro-schwitters_20.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-115045703273173189</id><published>2006-06-16T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T04:23:52.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>contradição/dicotomia/paradoxo/&lt;strong&gt;confusão&lt;/strong&gt;/opostos: resultado do efeito de relativação que afecta a nossa sociedade. não penso que seja algo combatível pela religião ou algo que deva ser combatido religiosamente mas algo que deve ser pensado e discutido de todas as formas e o mais possível, de maneira a encontrarmos as vantagens e as desvantagens e termos então mais consciência de como isso nos afecta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-115045703273173189?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/115045703273173189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=115045703273173189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115045703273173189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115045703273173189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/06/contradiodicotomiaparadoxoconfusoopost.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-115045680456918830</id><published>2006-06-16T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T04:20:04.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>confrontação: destinguir entre o que é real e o que é ficção. confrontrar o que se pode ler daquilo que é representado e o que é realmente representado. e até que ponto se pode convencer o outro, ou até onde podemos ir com a nossa divagação (como validar essa divagação? cientificamente) sem levar os outros a pensarem que somos loucos. que meios utilizar? os meios mais simples são os mais eficazes, não querendo dizer que sejam os mais fáceis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-115045680456918830?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/115045680456918830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=115045680456918830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115045680456918830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115045680456918830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/06/confrontao-destinguir-entre-o-que-real.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-115045623012278832</id><published>2006-06-16T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T02:17:24.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não existe nada que seja imaculado, dizia eu. Não digo apenas nem somente, digo simplesmente que as crianças são o que temos de mais imaculado. E os artistas, e os loucos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-115045623012278832?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/115045623012278832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=115045623012278832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115045623012278832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115045623012278832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-existe-nada-que-seja-imaculado.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-115045590982549491</id><published>2006-06-16T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T04:05:09.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>inquietação/conflito que me atormentam diariamente como uma nuvem carregada que paira no meu pensamento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-115045590982549491?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/115045590982549491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=115045590982549491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115045590982549491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115045590982549491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/06/inquietaoconflito-que-me-atormentam.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-115010817307627129</id><published>2006-06-12T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T11:24:22.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O que é o projecto?&lt;br /&gt;3 0u 4 ideias que sintetizam o projecto:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; diário: ideia de "trabalho construído"&lt;br /&gt;-mas dizia eu que não era uma coisa inerente mas conseguida, mas isso só é válido no sentido de que não era uma coisa inerente. Dar uma importância ainda mais especial, neste sentido de pensada, compreendida, aceite como possível, e encantada com isso.&lt;br /&gt;começar de novo ("como se isso fosse possível")&lt;br /&gt;a concretização de um objecto é apenas um resíduo do trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; "thinking is form" (Joseph Beuys)&lt;br /&gt;reflexão&lt;br /&gt;experimentação&lt;br /&gt;&gt; desestabilização&lt;br /&gt;paradoxo / contradição / confusão&lt;br /&gt;abstracção&lt;br /&gt;&gt; representação de estados psíquicos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como foi desenvolvimento o projecto?&lt;br /&gt;Estratégias: experimentação.&lt;br /&gt;Experiências: cada dia-a-dia.&lt;br /&gt;Referências: muitas. (Transposição de discursos)&lt;br /&gt;Problemas: socialização.&lt;br /&gt;Soluções: socialização&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É sempre satisfatório e fica sempre alguma coisa por fazer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-115010817307627129?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/115010817307627129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=115010817307627129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115010817307627129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/115010817307627129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/06/o-que-o-projecto-3-0u-4-ideias-que.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-114984398321947985</id><published>2006-06-09T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T02:22:01.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Você me faz feliz." Daniela Mercury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedico esta frase a todas as mães e futuras mães do mundo, a todos os pais e futuros pais, a todos os irmãos(ãs) mais novos, mais velhos e aos do meio e a todos os primos(as), brancos, pretos, amarelos, vermelhos, cor-de-rosa, azuis ou verdes, incluindo os meus e as minhas.&lt;br /&gt;Dedico esta frase especialmente ao meu namorado e ao meu "amigo secreto".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-114984398321947985?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/114984398321947985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=114984398321947985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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escrever um diário.&lt;br /&gt;O que é subvertido quando o tornamos on-line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-114969998595067322?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/114969998595067322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=114969998595067322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114969998595067322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114969998595067322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/06/estrutura-dos-contedos-do-dirio-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the structure is in her mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-114788679813845897?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/114788679813845897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=114788679813845897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114788679813845897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114788679813845897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/05/structure-is-in-her-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-114788670804501002</id><published>2006-05-17T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T09:59:22.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To be independent of ourself is to control the moment when we want not be clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07.11.00&lt;br /&gt;ROTTERDAM&lt;br /&gt;IN&lt;br /&gt;MORROW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-114788670804501002?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-114788636671468334</id><published>2006-05-17T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T08:40:47.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>problemas: socialização&lt;br /&gt;solução: socialização&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. ... e não tem nada de poético.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-114788636671468334?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/114788636671468334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=114788636671468334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114788636671468334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114788636671468334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/05/problemas-socializao-soluo-socializao.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-114776977755373453</id><published>2006-05-16T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T01:56:17.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A simples incorporação de uma dimensão visual num texto concebido analiticamente não o transforma num ideograma e muito menos num poema concreto, já que este é uma operação sintetizadora original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt;, MARQUES, José Alberto e MELO E CASTRO, E. M. - &lt;em&gt;Antologia da poesia concreta em Portugal&lt;/em&gt;, Documenta Poética 2, Assírio &amp;amp; Alvim, Abril 1973, pág.18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-114776977755373453?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/114776977755373453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=114776977755373453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114776977755373453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114776977755373453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/05/simples-incorporao-de-uma-dimenso.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-114776967131686605</id><published>2006-05-16T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T01:54:31.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A procura de uma unidade entre o ver o ser e o ter, a abolição do interior e do exterior, a reunificação ontológica criativa, é o objecto final da &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Poesia Concreta&lt;/span&gt;, através de uma recuperação do ideograma e do visual como elemento sintetizador da experiência vivida e da comunicação escrita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt;, MARQUES, José Alberto e MELO E CASTRO, E. M. - &lt;em&gt;Antologia da poesia concreta em Portugal, &lt;/em&gt;Documenta Poética 2, Assírio &amp;amp; Alvim, Abril 1973, pág.18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-114776967131686605?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/114776967131686605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=114776967131686605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114776967131686605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114776967131686605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/05/procura-de-uma-unidade-entre-o-ver-o.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-114769304948024401</id><published>2006-05-15T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T08:43:12.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isto e não só...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porquê ter escrito aqueles agradecimentos?&lt;br /&gt;Naquela altura, no 4º ano, era uma antecipação do final do curso. (Um receio de não conseguir transmitir o quão grata estava - e estou - por ter passado por tão fundamentais descobertas.)&lt;br /&gt;Agora, a altura certa para o fazer.&lt;br /&gt;De uma forma muito simples isso &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;concretizou-se na prática&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, partindo desde já do princípio que existem outras formas de concretização, e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ficou resolvido na minha cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. O necessário, que obviamente é relativo, é o que me dá mais certezas nas tomadas de decisões e consequentes acções.&lt;br /&gt;Sofrer por antecipação é uma característica minha, mas a capacidade de previsão é, mais ou menos, uma pesada herança de todos os que tiram um curso de &lt;em&gt;design&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://users.fba.up.pt/~ldcag96009/blog/pazazul.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://users.fba.up.pt/~ldcag96009/blog/pazazul.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-114769304948024401?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/114769304948024401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=114769304948024401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114769304948024401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114769304948024401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/05/isto-e-no-s.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-114769003500626844</id><published>2006-05-15T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T03:47:15.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>opção: normal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-114769003500626844?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/114769003500626844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=114769003500626844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114769003500626844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114769003500626844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/05/opo-normal.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-114726035215717238</id><published>2006-05-10T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T04:27:44.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;VAZIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://users.fba.up.pt/~ldcag96009/blog/vazio.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://users.fba.up.pt/~ldcag96009/blog/vazio.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://users.fba.up.pt/~ldcag96009/blog/vazio02.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://users.fba.up.pt/~ldcag96009/blog/vazio02.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-114726035215717238?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-114725968693799330</id><published>2006-05-10T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T04:28:08.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MAPA&lt;/span&gt; como permissão de diálogo&lt;br /&gt;A construção da realidade é a construção desse caminho procurado&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MAPA&lt;/span&gt; é a identidade&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MAPA&lt;/span&gt; são os olhos que vêem&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MAPA&lt;/span&gt; são as ligações&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MAPA&lt;/span&gt; é a VIDA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-114725968693799330?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/114725968693799330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=114725968693799330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114725968693799330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114725968693799330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/05/mapa-como-permisso-de-dilogo-construo.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-114726102800353406</id><published>2006-05-10T00:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T02:18:28.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Comment je me vois dans 10 ans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://users.fba.up.pt/~ldcag96009/blog/Comment.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://users.fba.up.pt/~ldcag96009/blog/Comment.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10º ano (15 anos)&lt;br /&gt;Como é que eu me vejo dentro de 10 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de 10 anos eu terei 25 anos. Eu serei arquitecta porque terei já o meu diploma de arquitectura e poderei assim ter o meu lugar de trabalho. Eu terei também um curso de informática, de dança (sapateado), de dactilografia, de línguas estrangeiras.&lt;br /&gt;Aos 26 anos, eu estarei trabalhando muito e apreciando a minha profissão. Eu serei provavelmente casada com alguém de quem gosto realmente e com quem serei feliz. Eu terei talvez filhos. Terei também uma bela casa que eu própria desenhei.~&lt;br /&gt;Uma coisa que eu gostaria de fazer dentro de 10 anos, era ajudar, se eu pudesse, os mais necessitados, as pessoas que têm problemas económicos, que têm frio e fome.&lt;br /&gt;É assim que eu me vejo daqui a 10 anos mas eu posso apenas sonhar porque ninguém sabe qual será o seu futuro; não devemos nunca ter demasiadas ilusões mas viver cada momento com intensidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-114726102800353406?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/114726102800353406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=114726102800353406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114726102800353406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114726102800353406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/05/comment-je-me-vois-dans-10-ans_10.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-114708253442806049</id><published>2006-05-08T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T03:10:32.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jodi.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; posiciona-se como uma crítica minuciosa da prática da Internet, desmantelando os &lt;em&gt;glifes&lt;/em&gt; familiares e os signos do protocolo da Internet, considerando ambos como componentes centrais do modo de a olhar e sentir, e para testar as convenções de codificação, design e organização do conteúdo na Web. O site é configurado à volta do conceito de interface mal-funcionável, com as páginas de índice dando a sugestão de ecrãs que causam impacto, tudo muito familiar para os muitos usuários da Net. A primeira página, por exemplo, oferece uma sucedânea mensagem de "transferência interrompida" como um &lt;em&gt;hyperlink&lt;/em&gt;; ao clicar, o visitante é levado a uma de três pertinazes páginas obscuras do índice, à volta do qual, tudo ganha forma através de uma grelha cartesiana corrompida, degradada, oferecendo &lt;em&gt;hyperlinks&lt;/em&gt; arbitrários com títulos impenetráveis e inúteis como "MAPA" do "404" (do notório "404 Not Found"). É um sistema de navegação que imita e goza com os frequentes modos nebulosos de ordenar e aceder da informação na Web de uma maneira geral, onde os visitantes clicam mais ou menos ao acaso, não sabendo realmente onde irão ter a seguir.&lt;br /&gt;Na realidade, o que os &lt;em&gt;hyperlinks&lt;/em&gt; oblíquos de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jodi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; revelam é uma série de dissertações agudas sobre as estéticas e estetização das várias transmissões via Net. No "400"[&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jodi.org/400"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.jodi.org/400&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;], as linhas tremidas de texto que enchem ecrãs após ecrãs, uma vez mais jogam com &lt;em&gt;os signos externos da fusão da máquina&lt;/em&gt;; este é o outro lado da Web, o lado cheio de mensagens de erro e sistemas pendurados, a milhas de distância do lustroso, do brilhante e polido poderoso Java, do habilitado Shockwave, da folha-de-estilo aprazivelmente produzida. Clicando (partindo do princípio que você encontra os &lt;em&gt;hyperlinks&lt;/em&gt;) somente movimenta o visitante página após página do incompreensível script, que podem ou podem não ser realmente mensagens de erro do sistema, java script, C++, ou PERL. Este uso do código, ou a semelhança de um código, joga com a ignorância do visitante: nós sabemos que isso é o que faz a Internet funcionar, mas nós não sabemos totalmente como. Isto pode fazer com que parte dos alfanuméricos esotéricos pareça imediatamente ilusória e ameaçadora. Será um sinal que as coisas estão a correr mal, ou que nós, de alguma forma, estamos vendo através do funcionamento da Net? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jodi.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nunca o permite saber.&lt;br /&gt;Este mesmo código corrupto é também o componente central de "400" [&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jodi.org/400"&gt;http://www.jodi.org/400&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;], que parece satirizar a transmissão de &lt;em&gt;sistemas de quadro de anúncios baseados na web&lt;/em&gt;. Aqui, o visitante é confrontado com uma longa página de outros postos de visita, com mensagens que ora parecem compreensíveis ora incompreensíveis - não distintas, em muitos casos, da realidade. "O segredo é escrever assim (escreveu alguém): v#w$ls ~r$ v#w$ls ~nd..." - algo secreto. O botão "Re" posicionado no fundo da página pede aos visitantes para responderem a um código para qual não há nenhuma chave, para acrescentarem as suas interpretações ao lixo já existente - ao que um (escondido) scripte depressa transforma a resposta em gobbledigook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por Jamie King&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in;&lt;/em&gt; DOUGLAS, Noel - &lt;em&gt;Website Graphics Now&lt;/em&gt;, Thames and Hudson, pág.31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-114708253442806049?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/114708253442806049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=114708253442806049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114708253442806049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114708253442806049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/05/jodi.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-114673904934436590</id><published>2006-05-04T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T03:37:29.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Conflito / de um objectivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha falta de objectivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O objectivo é ser objectivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinopse:&lt;br /&gt;É testemunha de um crime, mas ao ser interrogada sofre de falta de objectividade correndo o risco de ser incriminada. Não convence a polícia porque é muito confusa e contraditória. Mais tarde ao descrever o mesmo interrogatório ao advogado percebe que sofre de falta de objectividade. Quando está a ser incriminada, quase a ser detida, eis que é apanhado o culpado que conta os factos com a maior simplicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Obrigado Eduardo pela ajuda dada para criar esta sinopse. Pode não ter resultado em nada mas valeu o quanto eu me diverti e ainda me divirto com esta ideia.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-114673904934436590?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/114673904934436590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=114673904934436590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114673904934436590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114673904934436590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/05/conflito-de-um-objectivo-minha-falta.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-114673811369126685</id><published>2006-05-04T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T03:21:53.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tratamento de uma sinopse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Entrevistas:&lt;/span&gt; cada vez que uma pessoa fala fecha-se uma porta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Camioneta:&lt;/span&gt; vou mesmo nos bancos da frente, do outro lado vai uma senhora. Através da janela vejo uma mulher na paragem com a perna ligada a tirar pão de uma saca. Entra um senhor que mostra o passe e como a carteira se abre, vê-se as fotografias dos filhos. A senhora que lá estava olha para o homem que se sente à sua beira com aquele ar de quem não vê bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Percurso Batalha-escola:&lt;/span&gt; conto os passos nas pedras do passeio e desenho-os mentalmente (em animação).&lt;br /&gt;“Eu via comer a banana àquela hora. Ai vi, vi!” Diz alguém perto do Jardim St. Lázaro. Faço um desvio para o Pingo-Doce que se avista ao longe. Lembro-me de lá ter visto uma porta automática que não parava de abrir e fechar devido a carrinhos de compras que se acumulavam e a impediam de fechar. Entretanto volto para trás e dirijo-me para a escola, à biblioteca. Na biblioteca encontro a D. Deolinda a comer amendoins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vou ao médico.&lt;/span&gt; Na sala de espera está uma senhora gordinha a jogar tétris.&lt;br /&gt;Entro no consultório e o médico diz-me: “Fazemos a cirurgia amanhã.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-114673811369126685?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/114673811369126685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=114673811369126685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114673811369126685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114673811369126685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/05/tratamento-de-uma-sinopse-entrevistas.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-114673729009255675</id><published>2006-05-04T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T03:15:42.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Louise Bourgeois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;by Vaga, New York, NY&lt;br /&gt;A designação de "recente trabalho" de um artista - como no caso de Paul Cézanne ou Pablo Picasso - implica muita das vezes um enfraquecimento de critérios formais e uma introspectiva, se não nostálgica, atitude, que resulta, afinal, numa clara visão. Para Bourgeois, estas qualidades como que possuem a verdade para uma produção estética que dura há seis décadas, durante as quais ela criou um rico e variável corpo de trabalho que oscila entre a abstracção e a representação visceral de estados psíquicos. O que unifica os desenhos miríades de Bourgeois, instalações, e ensaios esculturais em mármore, madeira, metal, gesso, ou látex, é uma intensa substância emocional que imediatamente expõe facetas da sua própria história pessoal e confronta a provação amargo-doce de ser humano. Presente ao longo da obra é uma fusão de pareceres opostos, um desmantelado deliberado de um pensamento dualístico Ocidental, que separa macho e fêmea, ordem e caos, bem e mal, prazer e dor. Em muitas das suas esculturas antropomorfas, Bourgeois mistura imagens de peitos e vaginas com representações de pénis para criar ambíguas mas, no entanto, entidades completas. A tensão entre estados emocionais diametralmente opostos – agressão e impotência, desejo e rejeição, terror e fortaleza – é explorada no seu mais recente trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metmuseum.org/WorksofArt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.metmuseum.org/WorksofArt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-114673729009255675?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/114673729009255675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=114673729009255675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114673729009255675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114673729009255675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/05/louise-bourgeois-by-vaga-new-york-ny.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-114624318172385394</id><published>2006-04-28T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T09:53:01.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Os homens gostam da guerra. Ela exerce uma eterna sedução sobre eles, pela intensidade da experiência, pela oportunidade de fugir do marasmo da vida familiar." &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Susan Sontag&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;em entrevista à "Veja"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jornal de Notícias, Quarta-feira, 27 de Agosto de 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-114624318172385394?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/114624318172385394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=114624318172385394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114624318172385394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114624318172385394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/04/os-homens-gostam-da-guerra.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-114624289879936722</id><published>2006-04-28T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T09:48:18.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[...]&lt;br /&gt;As informações sobre a obra do artista têm que ser niveladas por cima, para alcançar o indivíduo. Isso é vontade de incluir pessoas e não de excluir pessoas. Dá tempo à reflexão, à experimentação, à desestabilização. Dá espaço ao paradoxo, à contradição e à confusão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thomas Hirschhorn para Parkett, Janeiro de 2002&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-114624289879936722?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/114624289879936722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=114624289879936722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114624289879936722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114624289879936722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-114623984460018559</id><published>2006-04-28T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T09:14:29.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3121/2700/1600/embalagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3121/2700/320/embalagem.jpg" 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/25858799-114623984460018559?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/114623984460018559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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align="justify"&gt;Animu&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meu&lt;br /&gt;falta de&lt;br /&gt;a mim&lt;br /&gt;foto/sorri-so/máscara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicotomia&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;salto/sonho&lt;br /&gt;vida/sonho&lt;br /&gt;suicídio e&lt;br /&gt;salto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resposta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ânimo de um sonho: “Já não me lembro de andar aos saltos pelos telhados.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-114623849365762596?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/114623849365762596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=114623849365762596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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É o famoso 'dejá vu', que, segundo uma equipa de investigadores britânicos, pode ser o resultado de uma falha no processo de memória. "Acreditamos que a causa do sintoma é uma falha no lobo temporal, que se deve ao mau funcionamento de um circuito que é accionado quando alguém se lembra de alguma coisa", diz Chris Moulin, da Universidade de Leeds. A equipa de investigação acredita que, em pessoas com 'dejá vu' crónico, este circuito ou é superactivo ou fica permanentemente accionado, criando memórias que na realidade não existem. Para quem até aqui pensava que o 'dejá vu' era o reviver de encarnações passadas, aqui fica uma explicação científica para o perturbador fenómeno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Revista Notícias Sábado", 25 Fevereiro 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-114606081345733424?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/114606081345733424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=114606081345733424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114606081345733424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114606081345733424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/04/quem-nunca-teve-sensao-de-j-ter-visto.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-114606015495908710</id><published>2006-04-26T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T07:04:01.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tenho &lt;em&gt;Deja vu(s)&lt;/em&gt; das minhas próprias &lt;strong&gt;lembranças&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ideias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;«das coisas irreais da imaginação» &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wallace Stevens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-114606015495908710?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/114606015495908710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=114606015495908710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114606015495908710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114606015495908710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/04/tenho-deja-vus-das-minhas-prprias.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858799.post-114590334200623220</id><published>2006-04-24T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T11:37:51.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ando às voltas a pensar o que escrever como 1º texto do diário que pretendo on-line. Acredito que depois de publicá-lo, os outros surgirão mais facilmente. Mas que escrever? Apresentar-me? Levaria muito tempo. Talvez para a próxima. &lt;br /&gt;Cheguei a pensar não escrever uma frase que fosse. Mudei de ideias.&lt;br /&gt;Penso que o meu receio é de cair e me perder nos meandros do meu pensamento. Mas já não estarei eu neles enredada?&lt;br /&gt;O receio é de relembrar ambientes que se formavam em redor da minha escrita. Mas como me desligar do que fui e do que fiz se isso está presente em mim todos os dias, todos os momentos, de uma maneira tão clara?&lt;br /&gt;O passado não nos deixa evoluir mas se ele não estiver presente no nosso crescimento será que crescemos de facto?&lt;br /&gt;Andamos demasiado depressa, e eu sei o quanto isso é bom e viciante, mas...&lt;br /&gt;Também sei que coloco muitos "mas".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858799-114590334200623220?l=ldcag96009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/feeds/114590334200623220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25858799&amp;postID=114590334200623220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114590334200623220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25858799/posts/default/114590334200623220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldcag96009.blogspot.com/2006/04/ando-s-voltas-pensar-o-que_114590334200623220.html' title=''/><author><name>isabel botelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03849302102997915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
