<?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-5656073</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:22:55.237+01:00</updated><title type='text'>pensamentos correntes, pensamentos pendentes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>423</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-3063187512194737078</id><published>2010-02-16T18:29:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-16T18:34:25.028Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Primeiro estranha-se, depois entranha-se.Fui ver dança moderna, confesso das arte que menos aprecio, porventura por desconhcimento.Movimento, música ao vivo e interrogação.Vale sempre a pena sermos questionados. Ou não será esse mesmo o paper da arte?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/3063187512194737078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/3063187512194737078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#3063187512194737078' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-1412450469350784884</id><published>2010-02-16T13:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-16T14:01:45.277Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amo-te tejo Um restaurante à beira Tejo, mas sem vista para o rio.Espaço agradável e acessível</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/1412450469350784884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/1412450469350784884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#1412450469350784884' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pZLI_hyKVY/S3qkuA66QyI/AAAAAAAAANU/tJr9qusLnCM/s72-c/Fotos-0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-2177534344672362776</id><published>2010-02-11T19:03:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-02-11T19:17:50.905Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E não é que se deu mesmo.Bruxelas é, assim mesmo sem rodeios, uma cidade sem interesse. Acho que o bom da Bélgica está noutras cidades, como Leuven ou Brugges. Vale pelo museu Magritte e pelo Museu de Belas Artes (que tem uma cópia, sim uma cópia, do tríptico presente no MNAA de Bosch. Nalguma coisa teríamos de ser originais)No entanto há algo em que a Bélgica é simplesmente imbativel; a cerveja.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/2177534344672362776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/2177534344672362776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#2177534344672362776' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pZLI_hyKVY/S3RVecIW5PI/AAAAAAAAAM0/LptNSE6yASk/s72-c/DSC00895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-3745767566795872760</id><published>2009-12-01T12:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-01T12:55:30.773Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MUSE at Pavilhão AtlânticoMas ca ganda malha....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/3745767566795872760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/3745767566795872760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#3745767566795872760' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-296872996453712111</id><published>2009-11-20T01:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-20T01:17:13.145Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não nada como conhecer os melhores no mundo, seja lá no que for. É como se pudéssemos, por momentos, tocar no céu...E no entanto, não é que são humanos como nós?O que se aprende daqui então?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/296872996453712111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/296872996453712111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#296872996453712111' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-4528362989815036240</id><published>2009-11-16T00:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:39:34.697Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And, what if?Imagem from here</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4528362989815036240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4528362989815036240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#4528362989815036240' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-7896873596949394998</id><published>2009-10-01T01:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T01:08:27.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A vida, ai a vida...Defino-me genuinamente céptico, e pessimista, para evitar possíveis desilusões. (o que não me coíbe de correr os meus riscos). Confesso que não acredito em grandes surpresas na vida. Digo isto sem o mínimo lamento, digo como quem constata o óbvio. Acredito (tal como sempre a vida me ensinou), que tudo se consegue com trabalho e esforço.E de repente a vida ainda tem algumas na </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/7896873596949394998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/7896873596949394998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#7896873596949394998' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-3781731387658973316</id><published>2009-09-05T15:48:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T10:32:15.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Porventura, o épico de Tarantino...Casting perfeito, realização sublime...Imagem tirada daqui</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/3781731387658973316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/3781731387658973316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#3781731387658973316' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-8412677643866723581</id><published>2009-07-28T20:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:00:43.267+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Para (re)-começar, vamos começar com uma playlist... Ou não será aquilo que ouvimos (como aquilo que lemos, que vemos, que comemos) aquilo que nos define?:YACHT - Summer Song</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/8412677643866723581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/8412677643866723581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#8412677643866723581' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-8160869635238949529</id><published>2009-07-07T10:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T10:44:07.377+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Este blog esteve como que hibernado. Esteve a ganhar inspiração e força apara escrever. Prevejo um acordar rabugento, mas lá para o meio da tarde pode ser que a disposição melhore...PS - imagem daqui...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/8160869635238949529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/8160869635238949529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#8160869635238949529' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-7658058905856381206</id><published>2009-06-11T15:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:35:09.769+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>photo by dholbsterPorque não há fundo melhor que um céu azul</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/7658058905856381206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/7658058905856381206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#7658058905856381206' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pZLI_hyKVY/SjEV0DrAT7I/AAAAAAAAAMk/bM2f-8jUhHc/s72-c/DSC00260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-142940579591303686</id><published>2009-05-09T00:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:14:30.818+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Às vezes, como se tivesse sido atingido por um relâmpago, caio em mim e verifico que ando a dar importância às coisas erradas. Depois passa, largo-me e volto ao mundo...Picture by me...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/142940579591303686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/142940579591303686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#142940579591303686' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pZLI_hyKVY/SgS8YR6WoAI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BgRUzIsNFWc/s72-c/DSC05449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-787585368763581114</id><published>2009-04-16T20:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:07:40.749+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“Gradualmente, acabaremos por tornar-nos indiferentes ao que se passa na cabeça das outras pessoas à medida que formos adquirindo um conhecimento adequado da natureza fútil e superficial dos seus pensamentos, da estreiteza das suas opiniões, da torpeza dos seus sentimentos, da perversidade das suas opiniões e da quantidade de erros em que incorrem… Veremos então que quem atribui muito valor às </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/787585368763581114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/787585368763581114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#787585368763581114' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-4808870543215001895</id><published>2009-04-05T23:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:10:53.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A vida é feita de altos e baixos, ciclos preenchem a nossa existência sem que sequer demos por isso. Apesar de ser subtil, existe sempre um ponto de onde parte a inversão da tendência anterior…</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4808870543215001895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4808870543215001895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#4808870543215001895' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-6480540640336968000</id><published>2009-02-22T22:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:29:34.515Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoje, telejornal da noite da SIC foi mesmo surreal ou foi só impressão minha? Às tantas puseram um tipo a tentar adivinhar o que a apresentadora estava a pensar, isto após passarem todo o telejornal a publicitar o evento, por meio de notícias de acidentes e desfiles carnavalescos: Mas o que isto tem de notícia? Se quisesse ver parvoíce via os malucos do riso.Assim, como é que os media querem ser </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/6480540640336968000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/6480540640336968000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#6480540640336968000' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-1081554544285793533</id><published>2009-02-21T12:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-21T12:53:24.821Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cada vez mais me convenço que a melhor forma de fugir à alienação da rotina diária é recorrer à arte. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/1081554544285793533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/1081554544285793533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#1081554544285793533' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-8154713196757623013</id><published>2009-02-08T12:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-08T12:20:29.806Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A DúvidaFui ver o filme. Como já tinha visto já a peça interpretada magistralmente pela Eunice Muñoz e Diogo Infante ia, certamente, com alguma reserva e expectativa. No entanto sai do filme tudo menos defraudado. É um dos melhores filmes que vi nos últimos tempos em todos os aspectos. Tem um casting perfeito Meryl Streep, Philip Seymour Hoffman and a surpreendente Amy Adams fazem um trio </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/8154713196757623013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/8154713196757623013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#8154713196757623013' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pZLI_hyKVY/SY7OAcD22PI/AAAAAAAAAMA/69Pke6qdei8/s72-c/doubt-poster-080908.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-3676870341944155702</id><published>2009-02-01T23:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:16:06.361Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma mensagem do género twiter:Dois filmes a não perder:1) Valsa com Bashir: um documentário feito por um Israelita sobre a guerra com o Líbano, muito oportuno nos dias que correm2) o estranho caso de benjamin button: Um clássico da literatura transposto para o cinema. Uma história engraçada, mas vale pela fotografia e guarda-roupa e adereços...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/3676870341944155702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/3676870341944155702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#3676870341944155702' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-29782526001634296</id><published>2009-01-25T01:56:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T02:00:00.451Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>É só para informar que quem se enganou no discurso do juramento não foi o Obama, mas sim o presidente do supremo tribunal....Apesar de haver aquelo precalço, não deixou de ser um momento verdadeiramente histórico. Ainda me hei-de apanhar um dia a dizer a um dos meus netos: "Sabes, eu ainda sou do tempo em que os EUA elegeram o seu primeiro presidente negro..."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/29782526001634296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/29782526001634296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#29782526001634296' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-4528594188362766313</id><published>2009-01-19T00:15:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:19:52.183Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estava eu numa tertúlia completamente fútil quando sem crer me saiu:“A mim, basto-me eu”Após verificar o que tinha dito ainda me tentei desculpar com este niilismo que não me sai dos ossos. Pensei que fossem todos cair em cima de mim, com algo do género: “Se te bastas a ti próprio, porque estás aqui connosco, porque vives em sociedade?”. Mas não, nada disso. O máximo que eles puderam fazer foi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4528594188362766313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4528594188362766313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#4528594188362766313' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pZLI_hyKVY/SXPGd75I5yI/AAAAAAAAALw/1XDy8wrGel4/s72-c/DSC01732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-3587572149248877754</id><published>2008-12-31T19:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:39:55.181Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Com uma licenciatura, dezasseis anos de escola, podemos aspirar a dobrar camisolas na Zara, a arrumar livros na Fnac ou, fardados, a fugir dos clientes que procuram informações no Ikea. Com sorte, um contrato de seis meses. Com sorte, um estágio não remunerado" in Opinião-Crónica "Visão" - José Luís Peixoto.2009 não vai ser diferente, 2009 não vai ser nada de transcendente. Vai ser mais um ano </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/3587572149248877754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/3587572149248877754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#3587572149248877754' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pZLI_hyKVY/SVvKY3mjACI/AAAAAAAAALQ/WVVmo3ctM_8/s72-c/g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-1384039470743234745</id><published>2008-12-23T01:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-23T01:10:43.098Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Este ano a crise poupou-me o sermão da hipocrisia consumista que sempre ronda o Natal. Este ano o Natal vai deixar de ser tão consumista (e que sempre faço questão de fazer nesta altura do ano). Claro que esta quebra de relação entre o Natal e o consumo não será por opção, mas obrigação induzida pelo estado em que se encontram as carteiras.É bom ver que há sempre histórias que lêem por linhas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/1384039470743234745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/1384039470743234745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#1384039470743234745' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-5601223175557120198</id><published>2008-12-15T23:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:56:20.295Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fui ver o Blindness, que na versão Portuguesa se chama “Ensaio sobre a cegueira” (mania das traduções mal feitas…).Em boa verdade sou completamente suspeito para falar deste filme, primeiro porque sou fã do realizador, segundo porque sou fã do autor do livro onde foi baseado o argumento. Enfim, sou fã do realismo, desde sempre aliás.Claro, já li o “Ensaio sobre a cegueira” há muito tempo, tal e </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/5601223175557120198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/5601223175557120198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#5601223175557120198' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-6731788631103525034</id><published>2008-11-28T23:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:21:06.329Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Como a escola primária nos ensina coisas para a vida Houve um dia na escola primária que recebemos os ditados corrigidos que tínhamos feito no dia anterior. Na primária era o melhor aluno, por isso foi com naturalidade que recebi o meu ditado sem correcções. No entanto o meu colega de carteira não teve a mesma sorte. Deu-me pena. No entanto, já na altura sabia que nada melhor para animar o ânimo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/6731788631103525034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/6731788631103525034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#6731788631103525034' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-2634789365391768223</id><published>2008-11-07T00:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:18:21.076Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bem-vindos a um grande momento histórico:O que parecia impensável, aconteceu, os Estados Unidos da América elegeram um negro para a presidência. É isto que faz dos EUA um país interessante. São capazes do pior e do melhor. Após elegerem Bush por duas vezes consecutivas, fazem a maior eleição de sempre para elegeram alguém diametralmente oposto. Acho que o sentimento geral é de que, a vitória de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/2634789365391768223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/2634789365391768223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#2634789365391768223' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-2017846346918087524</id><published>2008-10-12T23:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:09:07.422+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bem-vindos a um momento histórico: Acto IVA Europa demorou 5 dias para tomar uma atitude concertada, numa semana em que as bolsa estavam a cair quase 10% por dia. Se há algo que já podemos retirar desta crise, é que o ideal de Europa que se pretendia, simplesmente, não existe. Não existe uma Europa unificada. Continua a existir o que sempre existiu, os grandes que decidem o que é melhor para eles</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/2017846346918087524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/2017846346918087524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#2017846346918087524' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-1631840976107402253</id><published>2008-10-07T23:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:59:01.038+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bem-vindos a um momento histórico: Acto IIIApesar dos esforços, mercados financeiros em queda livre.Ao que parece, a Islândia está à beira de declarar a banca-rota... É caso para dizer que as contas estão em risco de ficar congeladas...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/1631840976107402253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/1631840976107402253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#1631840976107402253' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-9205289829548714256</id><published>2008-10-04T00:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T00:21:42.102+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bem-vindos a um momento histórico: Acto IIPlano Paulson aprovado...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/9205289829548714256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/9205289829548714256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#9205289829548714256' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-4940068514912236669</id><published>2008-09-30T01:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T01:07:56.918+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Minhas SenhorasMeus SenhoresBem-vindos a um momento históricoEstamos a viver um tempo que vai ficar para a história, por isso o melhor, é nós olharmos bem para o que está a acontecer.Hoje, o principal índice mundial das bolsas, o Dow Jones, teve a maior queda de sempre após se saber que o chamado plano Paulson não tinha sido aprovado pelo congresso Americano, aliás, contra todas as expectativas. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4940068514912236669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4940068514912236669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#4940068514912236669' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-2686385388591658784</id><published>2008-09-28T01:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T01:39:22.997+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>É impressionante o tempo que os media dedicam diariamente ao futebol, é algo que me transcende. O meu grau de espanto só é comparado com o que um Português paga de impostos. Não esquecer que para além daquele dinheiro que todos os meses fica retido, em todas as transacções comerciais, parte do valor envolvido lá vai direitinho para os cofres do estado. Aliás, Portugal deve ser dos países mais </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/2686385388591658784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/2686385388591658784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#2686385388591658784' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ccTKUSVnGTI/Rl4-u0ViofI/AAAAAAAAAlA/NB8iZVE5YZk/s72-c/2762007053023445315grexsan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-2793710883883929337</id><published>2008-09-26T23:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T23:46:13.324+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Só não chegamos a onde nunca sonhamos chegar.Foi isto que me relembraram hoje...Parabéns amiga...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/2793710883883929337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/2793710883883929337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#2793710883883929337' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-1927231007134792992</id><published>2008-09-22T21:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:48:05.129+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Parece que as primeiras chuvadas do ano limparam a criminalidade de Portugal. De um momento para o outro, as notícias meteorológicas passaram a abrir os noticiários. Já estou a imaginar os criminosos em casa:- Eh pá, e se fossemos assaltar um banco hoje?- O quê? Assim a chover? Nem penses, ainda me estraga o penteado...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/1927231007134792992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/1927231007134792992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#1927231007134792992' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-6429594693719599384</id><published>2008-09-16T23:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:52:51.706+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Porque, por vezes, o melhor é fechar os olhos e gozar o momento...Para isso nada melhor que por a Peggy Lee a bombar na aparelhagem...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/6429594693719599384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/6429594693719599384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#6429594693719599384' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-6563439573826690013</id><published>2008-09-11T13:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:43:30.942+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Porque se há fotografia que gostei de ter tirado...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/6563439573826690013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/6563439573826690013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#6563439573826690013' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pZLI_hyKVY/SMkSIHF7ZRI/AAAAAAAAAIg/QrvFf0-3LO4/s72-c/DSC07048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-4138865465253518412</id><published>2008-09-10T19:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:20:21.254+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dada a importancia que as eleições Americanas têm para o mundo, acho que todas as pessoas potencialmente afectadas (basicamente a população mundial) deveria participar nestas. Isto porque, nos últimos anos, os Americanos têm demonstrado claramente que não estão aptos para o fazerem… </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4138865465253518412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4138865465253518412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#4138865465253518412' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-5507457008012615074</id><published>2008-09-09T19:33:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:41:02.213+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> As “Fábulas de Esopo” fizeram parte das minhas leituras de férias. Encontrei este livro como devem ser encontrados os livros, inesperadamente, perdido no meio de tantos outros livros numa livraria local. Ao ler estas fábulas, fui reconhecendo histórias que me acompanharam ao longo da vida (nos cadernos da escola e/ou em livros que fui lendo, etc.). Ao que parece La Fontaine, outro grande </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/5507457008012615074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/5507457008012615074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#5507457008012615074' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pZLI_hyKVY/SMbB-h_DD3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/goTeX7fhmMA/s72-c/DSC06921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-944533004374628373</id><published>2008-09-08T00:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T00:30:41.531+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Se há sítio onde se pode formatar o cérebro, é aqui...Mais informações no futuro...photo by me...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/944533004374628373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/944533004374628373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#944533004374628373' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pZLI_hyKVY/SMRjk7UIhcI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/OMgB334GVQY/s72-c/DSC06947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-5093453707840682203</id><published>2008-08-27T02:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T02:04:56.209+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"No nuns on catwalk, priest stops "beauty contest" - reutersE eu que já estava preparado para a votação</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/5093453707840682203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/5093453707840682203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#5093453707840682203' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-7254584711414254866</id><published>2008-08-27T01:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T01:46:12.738+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ironias... mas nem tanto...Eu gosto de uma boa ironia, mas nem tanto assim. Já houve alguém que dizia que a realidade consegue sempre superar a ficção mais rebuscada. Parece impossível, mas acontece…Estava a ver as notícias, anunciava-se a atribuição das chaves de casas novas a pessoas que anteriormente vivam em bairros de lata. De imediato tracei a cena que viria a seguir, algo como pessoas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/7254584711414254866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/7254584711414254866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#7254584711414254866' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pZLI_hyKVY/SLSju8WKCXI/AAAAAAAAAII/dMfWNfAaOuQ/s72-c/DSC01148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-4422813185625860048</id><published>2008-08-26T00:03:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T00:20:55.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E eis o que ouvi:"- Ela estragou-me a relação que tinha com o João, nunca lhe hei-de perdoar..."- As mulheres sempre cometeram este erro, o de atribuir os seus fracassos a causas alheias. Não foi ela especificamente que estragou o seu relacionamento com o João. Se não fosse ela seria uma outra qualquer. O problema estava na sua relação com o João, que já estava fraca há muito tempo...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4422813185625860048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4422813185625860048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#4422813185625860048' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pZLI_hyKVY/SLM6z0RBtaI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YhJUEn9o7Rg/s72-c/DSC01322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-7345365652202603124</id><published>2008-08-17T22:14:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:28:07.262+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fui a um museu Americano.Vi arte Americana...E vi arte Europeia...Acho que é óbvio o quanto ingénuos eram ( são) os Americanos neste capítulo...Basicamente ainda estão naquela altura em que gosta de jogar Play Station, enquanto os Europeus, já preferem um livro num sítio calmo. Isto não é de modo nenhum uma crítica para qualquer dos lados, no entanto, esta visão ajuda-nos a percebera algumas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/7345365652202603124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/7345365652202603124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#7345365652202603124' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pZLI_hyKVY/SKiWldhUMXI/AAAAAAAAAHg/S9vtUAb3mKo/s72-c/DSC06796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-749803961468014929</id><published>2008-07-30T21:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:04:58.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Caros leitores (sim, hoje dirijo-me directamente aos leitores)Em baixo está um vídeo que dura 1h16.1h16min parece uma eternidade a passar. No entanto lanço-vos um desafio, comecem a ver o vídeo… Vão ver que 1h16 passa num instanteSenhoras e Senhores fiquem com…Randy Pausch Last Lecture: Achieving Your Childhood Dreams</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/749803961468014929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/749803961468014929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#749803961468014929' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-6608400621333604583</id><published>2008-07-22T03:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T03:38:22.571+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoje lembrei-me de uma coisa. Às vezes acontece-me, lembrar-me de coisas antigas, devem ser os primeiros presságios do Alzheimer… Quando fiz 12 anos, tomei o meu banho matinal, sai da banheira, peguei num bom pedaço de gel e fiz um belo caracol de cabelo na testa. Muito mais pronunciado que o do Super-Homem. Assim mesmo, um grande C na testa. E fui assim para a escola, orgulhoso do meu caracol, e</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/6608400621333604583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/6608400621333604583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#6608400621333604583' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-3413102157368358252</id><published>2008-07-20T02:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T02:38:48.924+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>    Descobri, o que pode ser bem, uma das melhores rádios do mundo. Eu bem tenho o meu leitor de mp3 sempre a postos, mas até agora não precisei deleExperimentem aqui... PS- Nem a propósito, no momento em que escrevo este post, estão a passar umas das melhores músicas da década de 90 (Karma Police-Radiohead)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/3413102157368358252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/3413102157368358252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#3413102157368358252' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-4662516464234244355</id><published>2008-07-16T20:48:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:51:22.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, acho que voltei, finalmente, a poder publicar neste blog...Eis-me de volta a terras do Uncle Sam. Desta vez com um pouco mais de tempo. Tempo que uso para tentar perceber o que é este povo (se é que se pode definir como um só povo, acho que a melhor definição será mesmo uma mixórdia de povos, sendo aqui o termo mixórdia no melhor dos sentidos).  É claro que a maneira de ser deste povo é </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4662516464234244355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4662516464234244355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#4662516464234244355' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9pZLI_hyKVY/SH5Q5DBGQFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TQmTl5sMjVw/s72-c/DSC06765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-6115124300163934159</id><published>2008-07-16T20:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:48:36.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>acaso? Claro que não…</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/6115124300163934159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/6115124300163934159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#6115124300163934159' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-8724416102245774876</id><published>2008-07-16T20:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:47:34.375+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Çqjçlskjd sl1,2, teste</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/8724416102245774876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/8724416102245774876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#8724416102245774876' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-4281216297789862184</id><published>2008-07-16T20:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:45:08.798+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>qçweh qjwhfqkwjh lkqjhcteste, 1,2.3, teste</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4281216297789862184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4281216297789862184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#4281216297789862184' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-1892046778402916701</id><published>2008-07-04T00:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T00:37:24.684+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finalmente decidi-me a voltar ao tema dos livros em Portugal.Uma vez que o tema já foi abordado há algum yempo, acho por bem levantar a questão de novo: Já alguma vez pensaram qual a razão pela qual os livros “paperback” nunca vingaram em Portugal?Lembro-me perfeitamente quando as edições Europa-America lançaram pela primeira vez o formato “paperback” em Portugal. Na altura estava no começo da </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/1892046778402916701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/1892046778402916701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#1892046778402916701' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-5343346151509349551</id><published>2008-06-24T00:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T00:34:05.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lá terá de ser. Um destes dias lá vou ter de voar deste canteiro de terra mal amanhado à beira-mar plantado e rumar a terras para lá de longe...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/5343346151509349551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/5343346151509349551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#5343346151509349551' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-8170388363921893473</id><published>2008-06-21T00:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T00:56:13.577+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No gira-discos por estes dias...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/8170388363921893473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/8170388363921893473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#8170388363921893473' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pZLI_hyKVY/SFxDdITjIdI/AAAAAAAAAGw/tSMija0aY5c/s72-c/P3cover1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-3076659197130006195</id><published>2008-06-18T01:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T01:59:45.264+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não me esqueci da questão dos livros. Voltarei em breve à dita. No entanto queria desde já agradecer aos dois participantes…    Bem, hoje gostaria de assinalar algo verdadeiramente fantástico e que toma uma forma ainda maior dada a crise actual em que vivemos. A Honda anunciou que arrancou com a comercialização do primeiro carro completamente independente do motor de combustão. Trata-se de um </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/3076659197130006195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/3076659197130006195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#3076659197130006195' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pZLI_hyKVY/SFhd8450QfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/eRduv8cxf10/s72-c/Honda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-1229388670260716075</id><published>2008-06-04T01:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T01:28:54.808+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bem, hoje não vou falar nem de gasolina, nem de economia. “Enough is enough”.  A bem dizer hoje não vou dizer rigorosamente nada, venho mais colocar uma questão.  Já alguma vez pensaram qual a razão pela qual os livros “paperback” nunca vingaram em Portugal? Sendo que das razões mais usadas para explicr os baixos níveis de leitura em Portugal é, justamente, o preço dos livros. Ao mesmo tempo, os </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/1229388670260716075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/1229388670260716075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#1229388670260716075' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-4400534655382281677</id><published>2008-05-29T23:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:07:50.735+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O petróleo hoje caiu 4 dólares (sim 4).Vamos ver qual é a desculpa que a Galp vai dar para aumentar os preços, pois não conto que desça...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4400534655382281677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4400534655382281677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#4400534655382281677' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-2206364975575951144</id><published>2008-05-22T13:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T13:06:16.745+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aí vem mais uma dose massiva de anestesia popular.  Já começo a vislumbrar o início do efeito. Para aí 45% do tempo dos telejornais já só falam da selecção, onde estão alojados, o que comem, o que vestem, etc. (claro no auge a coisa irá rondar os 95%)  Numa altura de crise profunda, nada melhor do que ter o povo adormecido.     PS- Aposto que, pela GALP, haveria campeonatos europeus todos os anos</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/2206364975575951144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/2206364975575951144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#2206364975575951144' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-4455147750677605508</id><published>2008-05-01T01:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T01:29:24.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aumento dos preços do petróleo, das matérias primas.É claro que andamos todos a ser enganados. Andamos a encher os bolsos de alguém (quiçá os meus). Mas quem disse que não queríamos ser enganados?Foto da autoria do autor</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4455147750677605508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4455147750677605508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#4455147750677605508' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pZLI_hyKVY/SBkOaI_o1rI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HoLDXCAYUds/s72-c/DSC03343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-4274522999096224210</id><published>2008-04-10T21:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T21:05:12.741+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Sofrer dá bom senso ao pateta"HesíodoGostei mesmo desta...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4274522999096224210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4274522999096224210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#4274522999096224210' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-4248118604463110673</id><published>2008-04-10T01:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T01:17:46.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sobre críticasAlgo que me tem ajudado muito nos últimos tempos é o seguinte: quando não estou para ouvir críticas, não peço opiniões.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4248118604463110673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4248118604463110673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#4248118604463110673' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-744666009271344903</id><published>2008-04-08T00:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T00:43:40.062+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quando a arte transcende a luz...imagem daqui</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/744666009271344903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/744666009271344903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#744666009271344903' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-8031167645724478492</id><published>2008-04-07T11:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T11:55:24.357+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah, afinal foi isto..."A base da crise do ‘subprime’ está na avaliação incorrecta da comunidade de investidores", prossegue explicando que "a securitização do subprime explodiu porque os activos garantidos por hipotecas de alto risco estavam a um preço surpreendentemente abaixo do seu valor".GreenspanJornal de Negócios - 07.04.08</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/8031167645724478492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/8031167645724478492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#8031167645724478492' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-8703452389074478394</id><published>2008-04-06T00:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T00:42:54.852+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>De como as pessoas que pensamos que são as mais inteligentes, afinal de contas, o não são (sim, estou a falar de bancos e afins…)imagem daqui    Falo da crise do “subprime” que, de alguma forma está a afectar todas as pessoas. A base desta crise é tão estúpida que custa a acreditar que tenha realmente acontecido, no entanto, aí está ela mais evidente que nunca (se o leitor paga um empréstimo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/8703452389074478394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/8703452389074478394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#8703452389074478394' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-6341350082203956512</id><published>2008-04-02T17:01:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T17:16:41.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Basicamente isto vai tornar-se num blog sobre a actualidade e consequentes banalidades. Vai ser só mais um (tal e qual já era).  Para hoje escolhi dois temas: Boicote aos jogos olímpicos a realizarem-se na China e “nova” lei do divórcio.    Sobre o boicote:imagem daqui  Pois claro, a questão dos direitos humanos para a China estará como o Paulo Portas e os reformados, não se podia estar a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/6341350082203956512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/6341350082203956512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#6341350082203956512' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-1513408963189906522</id><published>2008-03-28T21:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-28T22:00:06.906Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PARTE TERCEIRAPois é, cá chegamos ao ponto neste blog a que muitos outros também já chegaram.  Este blog já leva uns bons anos e, claro, as coisas mudam, o autor muda, o mundo muda.   Ponderei seriamente qual seria o melhor caminho por onde levar dirigir este blog. O certo é que a linha editorial do blog mudou, tal como eu, e por isso achei que não valia a pena insistir neste modelo.   O primeiro</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/1513408963189906522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/1513408963189906522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#1513408963189906522' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pZLI_hyKVY/R-1qSpTROSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/0BtvRX3Y9yg/s72-c/III.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-6750174363248657742</id><published>2008-03-09T23:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-09T23:29:44.276Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mulheres... O dia da mulher... De como as mulheres o que querem, afinal, é serem homens... Ontem cumpri com a minha condição de cidadão e, celebrei o dia da mulher. Como? Participando numa comemoração oficial, onde uma série de mulheres que, de alguma forma, se distinguem na sociedade portuguesa discursaram falando sobre a sua experiência social.  Entre as ilustres senhoras, estava uma que fez o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/6750174363248657742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/6750174363248657742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#6750174363248657742' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-4146647876821858060</id><published>2008-03-02T01:13:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-02T01:41:04.052Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Imagem tirada daquiUma das coisas de que eu gosto do  mundo são as implicações imprevistas que se geram, que ao acontecerem, se tornam óbvias (do género, mas como é que eu não pensei nisto antes?) e que marcam sempre, de modo determinante, a história.A última? A febre do Bio.De repente, e por força das circunstâncias (leia-se subida do preço do petróleo, que como todos sabemos deve o seu elevado </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4146647876821858060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4146647876821858060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#4146647876821858060' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-4536324425717252960</id><published>2008-02-25T22:33:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:39:58.427Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alvin TofflerNão querendo transformar este blog num diário terei de dizer que hoje tive o grato prazer de assistir a uma conferência dada por este senhor, uma da almas mais clarividentes dos últimos tempos, a par com nomes como Frnacis Fukuyama, por exemplo.Ele previu, ou melhor, viu as maiores revoluções dos últimos tempos a acontecerem, a tecnológica, a biotecnológica e todas as outras que, por</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4536324425717252960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4536324425717252960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#4536324425717252960' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-4683301207659057001</id><published>2008-02-23T01:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-23T01:44:52.416Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mas o que raio será uma crise social????</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4683301207659057001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4683301207659057001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#4683301207659057001' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-4855851522665324333</id><published>2008-02-09T18:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-09T18:05:01.857Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Antes de mais vão já aqui http://www.intimissimi.it/Vejam o filme HeartTango com a belíssima Monica Bellucci...Agora a questão coloca-se, mas porque raio fui eu direccionar os respeitados leitoras para tal filme.Duas razões:1) Passa-se em Lisboa, o que é nacional é bom2) O tipo que contracena com a Diva é Português. Ou seja, em todo o mundo onde se arranjam homens com "caparro" para a Monica? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4855851522665324333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4855851522665324333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#4855851522665324333' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-252473857871313772</id><published>2008-02-03T19:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-03T19:37:19.041Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“Chuva intensa estraga cortejos de Carnaval por todo o país” &lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;                                                  &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;  Público – 3.2.08    Que as miúdas (e outras menos) andem de biquini a festejar o Carnaval em Portugal em pleno Inverno, é ridículo, mas cada um é como cada qual. Agora o que não percebo mesmo é como alguém pode investir </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/252473857871313772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/252473857871313772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#252473857871313772' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-7727406123214133294</id><published>2008-01-25T14:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:46:34.669Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Depois do que se passou no parlamento Italiano, não me venham para cá dizer que Portugal é mau.Os tipos abriram garrafas de champanhe no meio da sessão. Depois nós é que somos provincianos...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/7727406123214133294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/7727406123214133294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#7727406123214133294' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-1453846159307055956</id><published>2008-01-25T00:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-25T00:27:59.372Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vou mesmo de colocar, mais um avez, a citação que aaprece aqui ao lado.O que é bom, é para ser repetido e re-publicado..."A moral não é mais do que a regulamentação do egoísmo"Bentham, Jeremy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/1453846159307055956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/1453846159307055956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#1453846159307055956' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-754733625676773884</id><published>2008-01-21T23:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-21T23:39:11.507Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Acreditem ou não, isto é dos anos 70....Simplesmente fantástico...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/754733625676773884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/754733625676773884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#754733625676773884' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-6914111282316433972</id><published>2008-01-18T00:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-18T12:50:00.692Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Testes genéticos confirmaram que pelo menos um embrião era um clone do dador das células                 Cientistas clonaram embriões humanosNotícia última hora Público - .01.2008 - 21h39Há uns tempos tive imensas discussões acerca da clonagem. Aconteciam sempre, porque está bom de ver-se, as outras pessoas eram terminantemente contra, ao contrário da minha modesta opinião. O certo é que essas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/6914111282316433972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/6914111282316433972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#6914111282316433972' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-7004799596326733816</id><published>2008-01-16T20:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-16T20:14:11.164Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Não são defeitos, senhor, são características..."Pensamente corrente...Hoje vei-me esta frase à cabeça. Achei que podia ajudar a quem por aqui passa.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/7004799596326733816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/7004799596326733816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#7004799596326733816' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-2536093679495976742</id><published>2008-01-15T12:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-15T12:19:50.024Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O anúncio a que me referia no post anteiror é este:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/2536093679495976742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/2536093679495976742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#2536093679495976742' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-182596309076689983</id><published>2008-01-12T01:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-12T01:14:59.419Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Se me perguntassem hoje qual a personagem com a qual eu me identificaria, respondia:  - Sabem aquele rei mago do anúncio da TMN que canta: “Sirigai, iupi, iupi , ai…”? Pois é com esse mesmo.  - Mas porquê? - Perguntariam em coro.    É simples. Quando os outros reis magos o interrompem de fazer algo tão simples mas que lhe dá tanto prazer para lhe dizer: “Mais calma…”, ele olha para eles com ar de</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/182596309076689983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/182596309076689983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#182596309076689983' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-3979872353989601786</id><published>2008-01-05T18:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-05T18:02:26.885Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O Charco de Água e Eu... Vinha a caminhar num desses dias de chuva. E quando dei por mim fiz algo que de imediato me fez lembrar a minha infância. Estava a passar por um charco de água. Qualquer pessoa de bom senso diria: “Mas, meu bom rapaz, porque não rodeaste o charco de água evitando ficares com os pés molhados?”.  Naquele momento comecei a pensar em qual seria o gozo, em quando era pequeno, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/3979872353989601786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/3979872353989601786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#3979872353989601786' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-6272118636653254911</id><published>2008-01-04T14:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-04T14:49:16.310Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quando digo:  - Foi um prazer.  E me respondem:  - Não, o prazer foi todo meu.    Não posso deixar de pensar que me estão a ofender. Afinal, se um quiser ter todo o prazer não deixando nenhum para o outro, não deixa de não ser um pouco egoísta e, logo, ofensivo…  Isto há com cada convenção social….</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/6272118636653254911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/6272118636653254911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#6272118636653254911' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-5010387589984869429</id><published>2008-01-02T14:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-02T14:34:53.846Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RESOLUÇÃO DE ANO NOVO Tentar ser menos hipersensível...A ironia sempre foi a minha figura de estilo preferida, e nada melhor que começar o ano com algo de que nós gostamos.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/5010387589984869429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/5010387589984869429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#5010387589984869429' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-5862750946638405324</id><published>2007-12-25T21:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-25T21:12:15.079Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> “A escolha do dia 25 de Dezembro remonta aos rituais pagãos de comemoração do nascimento do sol. Com a Saturnália, festa que se estendia entre os dias 17 e 25 de Dezembro, os antigos povos do Norte da Europa celebravam o nascimento de Saturno. Também no Império Romano as festas consagradas ao deus Mitra (o Sol da Virtude) marcavam essa data.”Retirado de http://www.fcsh.unl.pt/cadeiras/plataforma</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/5862750946638405324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/5862750946638405324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#5862750946638405324' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-4521086931636384651</id><published>2007-12-25T20:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-25T21:00:08.200Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4521086931636384651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4521086931636384651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#4521086931636384651' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-4671175021276931082</id><published>2007-12-11T00:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-11T00:55:28.033Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoje ouvi mais uma conversa que não consigo, simplesmente, resistir a transcrevê-la aqui. A bem dizer, acho que com aquilo que todos os dias me chega aos ouvidos dava para manter este blog ocupado, mas para isso teria de mudar o título do blog de pensamentos correntes, pensamentos pendentes para conversas correntes, conversas pendentes e para já os planos não são esses.  Bom então lá estava eu a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4671175021276931082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4671175021276931082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#4671175021276931082' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-1924187106395472645</id><published>2007-12-04T23:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-04T23:52:26.192Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não deixa de ser sintomático a notícia que uma boa percentagem da ajuda que o Banco Alimentar tem dado nos últimos tempos tem sido a pessoas que ganham bem(os exemplo das são de professores e mesmo médicos), mas que para manter as aparências chegam a meio do mês sem dinheiro para comprar comida…</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/1924187106395472645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/1924187106395472645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#1924187106395472645' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-7865545924584494434</id><published>2007-12-01T00:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-01T00:08:28.979Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cada vez mais gosto do sistema judicial Português.  Ora bem, vejamos como exemplo o caso da custódia da criança que anda por aí na berra por estes tempos.  Então se eu percebi bem a história, a coisa foi assim.  A mãe biológica na altura do      nascimento, entregou a filha por achar não ter condições para suportar a      criança.Houve uma outra família que recolheu      essa criança e que a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/7865545924584494434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/7865545924584494434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#7865545924584494434' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-3959301192574979370</id><published>2007-11-24T00:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-24T01:08:08.371Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Antes quero começar por dizer que se eu fosse este blog, despedia o seu autor por falta de comparência. O que vale é que os blogs são uns tipos passivos. Agora vamos ao que interessa…     Ultimamente tenho ouvido conversas, espacialmente, conversas de mulher. Não faço propositadamente. Acontece. Ali estou eu e elas, as conversas, começam-me a chegar aos ouvidos. Todas estas conversas davam bons </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/3959301192574979370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/3959301192574979370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#3959301192574979370' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-517603440103882107</id><published>2007-11-13T21:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-13T21:21:34.427Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sou um tipo da cidade que aprendeu a gostar de aves porque elas me ensinaram a olhar para cima...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/517603440103882107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/517603440103882107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#517603440103882107' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-6883511616535074355</id><published>2007-11-12T12:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-12T12:12:44.054Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Restaurante Eleven em LisboaÉ bom, de vez em quando, ter um miminho destes...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/6883511616535074355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/6883511616535074355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#6883511616535074355' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-359749578018619396</id><published>2007-11-07T22:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-07T22:18:45.078Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Nossa Necessidade de Consolo é Impossível de SatisfazerSTIG DAGERMANNão me sai da cabeça de como a necessidade de consolo pode moldar as nossas vidas. De repente tudo ficou claro.No tempo de Kant este diria: Nós agimos para obter o reconhecimento dos outros.Hoje eu diria: Andamos todos em busca de consolo, andamos todos em busca de razões para pedir consolo...Seria ousado demais estar-me a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/359749578018619396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/359749578018619396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#359749578018619396' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-6009542627120119162</id><published>2007-11-03T13:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-03T14:00:28.420Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoje vou mesmo pubicar a citação que aparece aqui ao lado por me parecer boa demais para ficar remetida para o canto do blog..."Não há factos, apenas interpretações"Nietzsche, Friedrich</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/6009542627120119162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/6009542627120119162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#6009542627120119162' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-5133260395802598069</id><published>2007-11-01T00:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:23:11.651Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O dia que hoje passou foi, caso não saibam, dedicado à poupança. Sim, foi o dia mundial da poupança. Giro foi ver tudo o que era jornal económico a ensinar o pessoal a poupar. Longas listas de conselhos e dicas para poupar. Mas que raio, o que eles diziam resumia-se ao bom senso. Sim, aquelas páginas todas poderiam ser sintetizadas ao seguinte: Não gastes mais que aquilo que ganhas. Mas será isto</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/5133260395802598069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/5133260395802598069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#5133260395802598069' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-5919759535064864767</id><published>2007-10-25T23:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T23:41:01.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>James Watson demite-se do Laboratório de Cold Spring Harbor            Há coisas para as quais não havia qualquer necessidade. Então este Sr. não podia estar caladinho e a gozar o seu final de vida descansandinho...?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/5919759535064864767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/5919759535064864767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#5919759535064864767' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-7649261416962046594</id><published>2007-10-17T00:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T00:30:48.064+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pronto, confesso. Estive em Itália… em trabalho, mas não deixa de ser um prazer…     &lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;1)      &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;A verdade é que sempre que viajo para o centro da Europa regresso à Lusa pátria com o mesmo sentimento. Porra pá, estamos para lá de longe de tudo e ninguém, pura e simplesmente quer saber de nós. A verdade é que estamos completamente barrados. Por um lado temos o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/7649261416962046594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/7649261416962046594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#7649261416962046594' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-4926951690804840334</id><published>2007-10-10T01:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T01:32:17.782+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Around the WorldPompeiaphoto by dholbster</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4926951690804840334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/4926951690804840334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#4926951690804840334' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pZLI_hyKVY/Rwwc-aa6DUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OpsxGM8--Ws/s72-c/DSC05347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-3401750078673114042</id><published>2007-10-09T00:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T00:48:22.347+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Desculpem, mas fui apanhar um banho de coisas antigas que são sempre novas.Às vezes tenho de ir buscar inspiração para continuar com este blog.Desta vez andei por aqui, e resultou mesmo. Trouxe a cabeça cheia de ideias...photo by d'holbster - Oct 2007</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/3401750078673114042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/3401750078673114042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#3401750078673114042' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pZLI_hyKVY/RwrBi6a6DTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UJmU48S5_s4/s72-c/DSC05533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-6597082856336575458</id><published>2007-09-29T00:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T00:06:31.745+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>porque nem só de palavras vive o Homem...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/6597082856336575458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/6597082856336575458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#6597082856336575458' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pZLI_hyKVY/Rv2IyKa6DSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/PIQGUgjj0c4/s72-c/DSC05206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-8743922599836145955</id><published>2007-09-28T12:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T12:28:04.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>É óbvio que é ridículo ter padres pagos pelo Estado nos hospitais. Aliás a Igreja deveria pagar uma renda pelas capelas que os hospitais têm, e os padres deveriam estar nos seus gabinetes (nas capelas) esperando ser solicitados. Que caraças, se já me irritam os tipos dos cartões de crédito sempre com a conversa que têm as melhores condições sem eu lhes pagar nada, porque é que tenho de aturar a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/8743922599836145955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/8743922599836145955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#8743922599836145955' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-3564064803584414894</id><published>2007-09-28T00:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T00:54:13.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Acho que se começa a perceber que, em Portugal, talvez se dê demasiada importância ao futebol...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/3564064803584414894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/3564064803584414894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#3564064803584414894' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-6648038826628704727</id><published>2007-09-23T23:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T23:26:49.087+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DerrotaUma vez que já passou uma semana sobre o meu repto e o Continente do Colombo ainda continua aberto, admito a minha derrota nesta luta. Note-se, no entanto, que eu fiz a minha parte, hoje fui fazer as minhas compras ao Pingo Doce, e achar alho francês e beringela não foi problema...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/6648038826628704727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/6648038826628704727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#6648038826628704727' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-635123980085098313</id><published>2007-09-18T00:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T00:59:46.924+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bom, ser ter um blogue serve para alguma coisa, que seja para expressar a minha indignação para com o mundo, neste caso mais específico, com o Continente.  Bom, hoje fui ao continente, mais especificamente ao Continente do Colombo, em Lisboa, e desde o início até ao fim a coisa não correu bem.  Para começar, a secção dos frescos é uma miséria. Por mais voltas que desse, não consegui achar nem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/635123980085098313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/635123980085098313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#635123980085098313' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pZLI_hyKVY/Ru8Uq8y0GgI/AAAAAAAAAF4/8qUOGztlHsc/s72-c/a+continente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656073.post-7409405847547057316</id><published>2007-09-01T02:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T02:27:35.907+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>photo by dholbsterboston - 2007Era só para deixar esta mensagem, que agora vou de férias...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/7409405847547057316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5656073/posts/default/7409405847547057316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-holbster.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#7409405847547057316' title=''/><author><name>Barão d'Holbster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/dholbster/File0024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pZLI_hyKVY/Rti_m3lvcZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gRkgXPErVTI/s72-c/free+mind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
