<?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-7886778442224478126</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:42:07.513-07:00</updated><category term='Vinho Maduro'/><category term='Nostalgia'/><category term='Taça de vinho'/><category term='CINEMA'/><category term='Franz Ferdinand'/><category term='PLATÃO'/><category term='Leve trago'/><category term='New Order'/><category term='Shadowplay'/><category term='Bon Iver'/><category term='Jornalismo'/><category term='Vinho do Porto'/><category term='Arte(s)'/><category term='The Killers'/><category term='Joy Division'/><title type='text'>Wine in the afternoon</title><subtitle type='html'>Experience is not what happens to you. It is what you do with what happens to you. (Aldous Huxley)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wine-in-the-afternoon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886778442224478126/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wine-in-the-afternoon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nadia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283832597972543232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY5u_j3E-qs/SYeGiyYE_-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/hx46HBJnkQc/S220/Rasta+feeling+cortada+-+bc+e+pb2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886778442224478126.post-926091599688670439</id><published>2009-03-30T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T14:32:01.024-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vinho Maduro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CINEMA'/><title type='text'>The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qY5u_j3E-qs/SdE5tbobYOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SqOyccwKtPM/s1600-h/o+rapaz+do+pijama+%C3%A0s+riscas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qY5u_j3E-qs/SdE5tbobYOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SqOyccwKtPM/s320/o+rapaz+do+pijama+%C3%A0s+riscas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319096087575486690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando pensamos que já são demasiadas as histórias sobre a II Guerra Mundial, os campos de concentração, os nazis e os judeus, surge mais uma obra-prima para o contrariar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark Herman&lt;/strong&gt; conseguiu tranformar o romance do irlandês &lt;strong&gt;John Boyne &lt;/strong&gt;numa pequena preciosidade da sétima arte. Uma história tão simples, e ao mesmo tempo tão carregada de significados e simbolismos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Menos&lt;/strong&gt; é definitivamente &lt;strong&gt;mais&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886778442224478126-926091599688670439?l=wine-in-the-afternoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wine-in-the-afternoon.blogspot.com/feeds/926091599688670439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wine-in-the-afternoon.blogspot.com/2009/03/boy-in-striped-pyjamas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886778442224478126/posts/default/926091599688670439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886778442224478126/posts/default/926091599688670439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wine-in-the-afternoon.blogspot.com/2009/03/boy-in-striped-pyjamas.html' title='The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas'/><author><name>Nadia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283832597972543232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY5u_j3E-qs/SYeGiyYE_-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/hx46HBJnkQc/S220/Rasta+feeling+cortada+-+bc+e+pb2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qY5u_j3E-qs/SdE5tbobYOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SqOyccwKtPM/s72-c/o+rapaz+do+pijama+%C3%A0s+riscas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886778442224478126.post-596473204039025045</id><published>2009-03-24T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T14:12:07.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PLATÃO'/><title type='text'>Jogo da mente</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Pode-se descobrir mais sobre uma pessoa numa hora de jogo do que num ano de conversação.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Platão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886778442224478126-596473204039025045?l=wine-in-the-afternoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wine-in-the-afternoon.blogspot.com/feeds/596473204039025045/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wine-in-the-afternoon.blogspot.com/2009/03/jogo-da-mente.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886778442224478126/posts/default/596473204039025045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886778442224478126/posts/default/596473204039025045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wine-in-the-afternoon.blogspot.com/2009/03/jogo-da-mente.html' title='Jogo da mente'/><author><name>Nadia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283832597972543232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY5u_j3E-qs/SYeGiyYE_-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/hx46HBJnkQc/S220/Rasta+feeling+cortada+-+bc+e+pb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886778442224478126.post-8691304525684723367</id><published>2009-03-19T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T00:52:10.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leve trago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bon Iver'/><title type='text'>for emma, forever ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qY5u_j3E-qs/ScJQYblRqFI/AAAAAAAAABI/H6tIL-yvb6Y/s1600-h/bon+iver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qY5u_j3E-qs/ScJQYblRqFI/AAAAAAAAABI/H6tIL-yvb6Y/s320/bon+iver.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314898890901792850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only love is all maroon, gluey feathers on a flume, sky is womb and she's the moon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flume&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Bon Iver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/VPSydGPyjP/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/VPSydGPyjP/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=VPSydGPyjP" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=VPSydGPyjP" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=VPSydGPyjP" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=VPSydGPyjP" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/VPSydGPyjP/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/8zuWixC/music/L8WsrODK/bon-iver-flume/"&gt;Flume - Bon Iver&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886778442224478126-8691304525684723367?l=wine-in-the-afternoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wine-in-the-afternoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8691304525684723367/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wine-in-the-afternoon.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-emma-forever-ago.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886778442224478126/posts/default/8691304525684723367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886778442224478126/posts/default/8691304525684723367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wine-in-the-afternoon.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-emma-forever-ago.html' title='for emma, forever ago'/><author><name>Nadia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283832597972543232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY5u_j3E-qs/SYeGiyYE_-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/hx46HBJnkQc/S220/Rasta+feeling+cortada+-+bc+e+pb2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qY5u_j3E-qs/ScJQYblRqFI/AAAAAAAAABI/H6tIL-yvb6Y/s72-c/bon+iver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886778442224478126.post-6061400593468140799</id><published>2009-03-18T15:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:25:45.036-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taça de vinho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte(s)'/><title type='text'>Ceci n'est pas une pipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qY5u_j3E-qs/ScF5bo0CGCI/AAAAAAAAABA/6wTVNJV-6CU/s1600-h/ceci-n-est-pas-une-pipe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qY5u_j3E-qs/ScF5bo0CGCI/AAAAAAAAABA/6wTVNJV-6CU/s320/ceci-n-est-pas-une-pipe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314662550992984098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À tarde, vi-a pela primeira vez na aula de Design e Comunicação Visual. À noite, mal entrei num café, lá estava ela na parede mesmo à minha frente. Pequenas coincidências.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E uma simples iluminura. (de &lt;strong&gt;René Magritte&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886778442224478126-6061400593468140799?l=wine-in-the-afternoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wine-in-the-afternoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6061400593468140799/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wine-in-the-afternoon.blogspot.com/2009/03/ceci-nest-pas-une-pipe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886778442224478126/posts/default/6061400593468140799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886778442224478126/posts/default/6061400593468140799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wine-in-the-afternoon.blogspot.com/2009/03/ceci-nest-pas-une-pipe.html' title='Ceci n&apos;est pas une pipe'/><author><name>Nadia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283832597972543232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY5u_j3E-qs/SYeGiyYE_-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/hx46HBJnkQc/S220/Rasta+feeling+cortada+-+bc+e+pb2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qY5u_j3E-qs/ScF5bo0CGCI/AAAAAAAAABA/6wTVNJV-6CU/s72-c/ceci-n-est-pas-une-pipe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886778442224478126.post-2471752950242586611</id><published>2009-03-16T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T02:55:11.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Killers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joy Division'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shadowplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Order'/><title type='text'>(En)Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Olá pessoas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou de volta! Isto depois de uma longa ausência, muito criticada pela minha Aline, que é a pessoa mais cibernáutica que eu conheço :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não é que esta tarde ela deixou o mote para um post fantástico? Porque qualquer post, nem que tenha somente as duas palavrinhas &lt;strong&gt;"Joy"&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;"Division"&lt;/strong&gt;, é fantástico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A banda dos &lt;strong&gt;70's&lt;/strong&gt; que &lt;strong&gt;Ian Curtis &lt;/strong&gt;e os actuais &lt;strong&gt;New Order&lt;/strong&gt; vincaram na história da música, de início, &lt;strong&gt;Warsaw&lt;/strong&gt;, só depois se veio a chamar Joy Division. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que eu não sabia, mas a Aline tratou de me esclarecer, é que Joy Division era o nome dado aos grupos de mulheres judias que, durante a 2ª Guerra Mundial, eram obrigadas a prostituir-se nos campos de concentração, em nome das exigências sexuais dos militares Nazi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta realidade foi retratada no romance de 1955 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The House of Dolls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; do judeu &lt;strong&gt;Yehiel De-Nur&lt;/strong&gt;. E foi a partir dele que os Joy se tornaram os &lt;strong&gt;Joy&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Division&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada Aline, meu amô, por teres visto o "&lt;strong&gt;24 Hour Party People&lt;/strong&gt;" e pela inspiração ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E deixo-vos o cover da &lt;strong&gt;Shadowplay&lt;/strong&gt;, brilhantemente feito pelos meus &lt;strong&gt;The Killers&lt;/strong&gt; numa gala da NME:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3cPpKYY3uVs&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3cPpKYY3uVs&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886778442224478126-2471752950242586611?l=wine-in-the-afternoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wine-in-the-afternoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2471752950242586611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wine-in-the-afternoon.blogspot.com/2009/03/joy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886778442224478126/posts/default/2471752950242586611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886778442224478126/posts/default/2471752950242586611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wine-in-the-afternoon.blogspot.com/2009/03/joy.html' title='(En)Joy'/><author><name>Nadia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283832597972543232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY5u_j3E-qs/SYeGiyYE_-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/hx46HBJnkQc/S220/Rasta+feeling+cortada+-+bc+e+pb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886778442224478126.post-5623407967576658088</id><published>2009-02-04T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:07:57.580-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jornalismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vinho Maduro'/><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>Finalmente, em 3 meses, estou a muito poucas páginas de ler a &lt;strong&gt;Blitz&lt;/strong&gt; de uma ponta à outra. A falta de tempo às vezes é inexplicável, e confesso que já tinha saudades deste meu vício mensal tão saudável (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lê-la foi sem dúvida a minha salvação, hoje, enquanto estava literalmente a vegetar numa sala de espera. E acabou por ser uma espera deliciosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para além da incrível entrevista ao sempre carismático Liam Gallagher dos Oasis, o artigo de opinião do &lt;strong&gt;Rui Tavares &lt;/strong&gt;deixou-me boquiaberta, afinal, nem só de música se faz a &lt;strong&gt;Blitz&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intitulado &lt;strong&gt;"O atraso do presente contínuo"&lt;/strong&gt;, numas meras duas páginas, este historiador tão dentro do século XXI vem falar do jornalismo e do que é ser jornalista, ontem, hoje e amanhã. O meu excerto preferido:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A primeira intriga, jornalismo e nostalgia, não é muito difícil. Em primeiro lugar, só ilusoriamente o jornalismo é a matéria do presente. Como disse um grande escritor sueco, Stig Dagerman, “o jornalismo é a arte de chegar atrasado logo que possível”. Na verdade o jornalismo é o primeiro coveiro do presente, empurrando logo que possível as novidades para o passado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O jornalista vive sempre no passado, uma espécie de passado ínfimo, olhando para o futuro, mas sempre no “imediatamente após”, recolhendo sempre os vestígios das coisas que acabaram de ocorrer. É como alguém que assiste à festa e depois varre o chão da sala. Decantando permanentemente esse passado instantâneo é impossível que o jornalista não fique saturado de nostalgia".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não venha trazer grandes novidades, mas sei lá, despertou-me para uma forma de olhar para o Jornalismo que nem sempre é a habitual, e conseguiu dar um certo encanto àquilo que, de alguma forma, aprendi durante o estudo exaustivo de TCS (Teorias da Comunicação Social).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolas, sou uma saudosista incurável, e chamar a &lt;strong&gt;nostalgia&lt;/strong&gt; para bem perto daquilo que eu quero tanto fazer/ser, foi uma óptima tirada do Rui Tavares. O vinho de eleição dos jornalistas é mesmo o mais maduro. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886778442224478126-5623407967576658088?l=wine-in-the-afternoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wine-in-the-afternoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5623407967576658088/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wine-in-the-afternoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886778442224478126/posts/default/5623407967576658088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886778442224478126/posts/default/5623407967576658088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wine-in-the-afternoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Nadia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283832597972543232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY5u_j3E-qs/SYeGiyYE_-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/hx46HBJnkQc/S220/Rasta+feeling+cortada+-+bc+e+pb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886778442224478126.post-4451619940704453085</id><published>2009-02-02T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:24:59.995-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Franz Ferdinand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vinho do Porto'/><title type='text'>Bottle of wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;É o Alex Kapranos, numa das músicas mais fantásticas (e ao longo do tempo vão perceber que a palavra '&lt;strong&gt;fantástico&lt;/strong&gt;' e todos os seus derivados são em mim muito recorrentes) dos &lt;strong&gt;Fraz Ferdinand&lt;/strong&gt; que diz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't we all, don't we all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't we all, don't we all, all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love drinking wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love drinking wine in the afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tão leve, tão natural e orgânica, tão humana, a melhor inspiração para começar um blog (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ah, e a propósito, o meu nome é Nádia, adoro indie, punk, funk, grunge, folk e a música alternativa, na sua essência. Bons livros e bons filmes são um passatempo. As pessoas são o melhor e o pior do mundo. Gosto de debates, entrevistas e grandes reportagens, afinal, sou uma futura jornalista. 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