<?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-2377421311259743739</id><updated>2011-09-28T20:31:18.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Umbrella Diary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-6246149380737140728</id><published>2008-07-20T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T09:35:10.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avenida Kreschatik</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINozW4krxI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Vx_vLgPn6TA/s1600-h/krescha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINozW4krxI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Vx_vLgPn6TA/s320/krescha.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225135224205389586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma espécie de "avenida Paulista" de Kiev. Bem business, cheia de cafés, restaurantes, marcas de roupa famosas, super chiques... Nos finais de semana, fica fechada para o trânsito e as pessoas ocupam as ruas. Uma delícia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-6246149380737140728?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/6246149380737140728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/6246149380737140728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#6246149380737140728' title='Avenida Kreschatik'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINozW4krxI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Vx_vLgPn6TA/s72-c/krescha.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-2026032729591800920</id><published>2008-07-20T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T09:31:41.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wall-E em alfabeto cirílico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINoXYcZ2AI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/euO3xeoNt_M/s1600-h/walle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINoXYcZ2AI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/euO3xeoNt_M/s320/walle.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225134743587772418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-2026032729591800920?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/2026032729591800920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/2026032729591800920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#2026032729591800920' title='Wall-E em alfabeto cirílico'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINoXYcZ2AI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/euO3xeoNt_M/s72-c/walle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-6002911635086803206</id><published>2008-07-20T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T09:29:51.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mc Menu Ukraine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINnwjMEd_I/AAAAAAAAAQs/evaJ-YIlriA/s1600-h/mckiev.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINnwjMEd_I/AAAAAAAAAQs/evaJ-YIlriA/s320/mckiev.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225134076457154546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá vendo essa batata frita mais "gordinha" aqui ao lado da batata frita "normal"? É a bessarabska, uma coisinha deliciosa que tem na Mc Donald's da Ucrânia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-6002911635086803206?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/6002911635086803206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/6002911635086803206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#6002911635086803206' title='Mc Menu Ukraine'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINnwjMEd_I/AAAAAAAAAQs/evaJ-YIlriA/s72-c/mckiev.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-1973515072653381597</id><published>2008-07-20T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T09:27:40.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mc Donald's Ukraine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINnUQ75SyI/AAAAAAAAAQk/0xM3Icvz__c/s1600-h/mckiev1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINnUQ75SyI/AAAAAAAAAQk/0xM3Icvz__c/s320/mckiev1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225133590521137954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menu do Mc Donald's em Kiev, Ucrânia. Dá para entender algo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-1973515072653381597?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/1973515072653381597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/1973515072653381597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#1973515072653381597' title='Mc Donald&apos;s Ukraine'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINnUQ75SyI/AAAAAAAAAQk/0xM3Icvz__c/s72-c/mckiev1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-837940060584553517</id><published>2008-07-20T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T09:22:52.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roma? Atenas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINmP6c9E4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/XxH6aUyFkJo/s1600-h/indie2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINmP6c9E4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/XxH6aUyFkJo/s320/indie2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225132416254677890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não... Kiev!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-837940060584553517?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/837940060584553517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/837940060584553517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#837940060584553517' title='Roma? Atenas?'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINmP6c9E4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/XxH6aUyFkJo/s72-c/indie2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-7832615548005983399</id><published>2008-07-20T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T09:21:17.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Praça da Independência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINllHUQ2-I/AAAAAAAAAQU/_5rf4CK_Cik/s1600-h/indie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINllHUQ2-I/AAAAAAAAAQU/_5rf4CK_Cik/s320/indie1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225131680973511650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Kiev, todo mundo fica aqui, na Praça da Independência. As pessoas bebendo na rua, fumando muito, muitas garrafas de cerveja deixadas nos cantos. Algo de liberdade no ar, adeus ao Comunismo, coisas do tipo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-7832615548005983399?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/7832615548005983399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/7832615548005983399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#7832615548005983399' title='Praça da Independência'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINllHUQ2-I/AAAAAAAAAQU/_5rf4CK_Cik/s72-c/indie1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-3673176081157570347</id><published>2008-07-20T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T09:17:28.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiev pop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINk7hVGMnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-eAvoxpijN4/s1600-h/nelly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINk7hVGMnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-eAvoxpijN4/s320/nelly.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225130966401823346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show de Nelly Furtado sendo anunciado nas ruas de Kiev!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-3673176081157570347?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/3673176081157570347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/3673176081157570347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#3673176081157570347' title='Kiev pop'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINk7hVGMnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-eAvoxpijN4/s72-c/nelly.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-6484439592648521097</id><published>2008-07-20T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T09:11:39.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toda a influência bizantina no Monastério de Lavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINjnYRA5OI/AAAAAAAAAQE/TnUCyinNO3U/s1600-h/lavras1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINjnYRA5OI/AAAAAAAAAQE/TnUCyinNO3U/s320/lavras1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225129520859768034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não consegui resistir a este portão...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-6484439592648521097?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/6484439592648521097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/6484439592648521097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#6484439592648521097' title='Toda a influência bizantina no Monastério de Lavras'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINjnYRA5OI/AAAAAAAAAQE/TnUCyinNO3U/s72-c/lavras1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-6152630523550699375</id><published>2008-07-20T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T09:10:01.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monastério de Lavras (Kievo-Pecherskaya)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINiA6PUnrI/AAAAAAAAAP8/s5ypSCrY_Hs/s1600-h/lavras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINiA6PUnrI/AAAAAAAAAP8/s5ypSCrY_Hs/s320/lavras.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225127760452951730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há uma passagem bíblica em que André, à beira do rio Dnipro, que corta a cidade de Kiev, diz: "aqui se construirá uma cidade e muitos locais de oração". Este local é o Monastério de Lavras, que conta com muitas caves onde estão os corpos mumificados de nobres russos e integrantes da igreja.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-6152630523550699375?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/6152630523550699375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/6152630523550699375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#6152630523550699375' title='Monastério de Lavras (Kievo-Pecherskaya)'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINiA6PUnrI/AAAAAAAAAP8/s5ypSCrY_Hs/s72-c/lavras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-692752579420407928</id><published>2008-07-20T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T09:03:32.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catedral de Santa Sofia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINhdzBdBhI/AAAAAAAAAP0/nYpJGNHI0zI/s1600-h/santasofia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINhdzBdBhI/AAAAAAAAAP0/nYpJGNHI0zI/s320/santasofia.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225127157220312594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa linda em Kiev.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-692752579420407928?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/692752579420407928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/692752579420407928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#692752579420407928' title='Catedral de Santa Sofia'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINhdzBdBhI/AAAAAAAAAP0/nYpJGNHI0zI/s72-c/santasofia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-4379972963895094980</id><published>2008-07-20T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T08:38:46.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais detalhes da Igreja de São Vladimir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINcAWRmQII/AAAAAAAAAPs/jkkTZC6S1dc/s1600-h/ucra6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINcAWRmQII/AAAAAAAAAPs/jkkTZC6S1dc/s320/ucra6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225121153729052802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-4379972963895094980?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/4379972963895094980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/4379972963895094980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#4379972963895094980' title='Mais detalhes da Igreja de São Vladimir'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINcAWRmQII/AAAAAAAAAPs/jkkTZC6S1dc/s72-c/ucra6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-6532653313974994100</id><published>2008-07-20T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T08:37:53.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Detalhes da Igreja de São Vladimir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINbypokvZI/AAAAAAAAAPk/MNdeXysGv4Q/s1600-h/ucra5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINbypokvZI/AAAAAAAAAPk/MNdeXysGv4Q/s320/ucra5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225120918407527826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-6532653313974994100?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/6532653313974994100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/6532653313974994100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#6532653313974994100' title='Detalhes da Igreja de São Vladimir'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINbypokvZI/AAAAAAAAAPk/MNdeXysGv4Q/s72-c/ucra5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-2987068706766760768</id><published>2008-07-20T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T08:36:40.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Igreja de São Vladimir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINbbcypIlI/AAAAAAAAAPc/B3FGIOApXOk/s1600-h/ucra4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINbbcypIlI/AAAAAAAAAPc/B3FGIOApXOk/s320/ucra4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225120519823106642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa nem dizer que a gente fica passado com essa igreja, né?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-2987068706766760768?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/2987068706766760768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/2987068706766760768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#2987068706766760768' title='Igreja de São Vladimir'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINbbcypIlI/AAAAAAAAAPc/B3FGIOApXOk/s72-c/ucra4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-8722080971448343039</id><published>2008-07-20T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T08:33:59.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monumento ao Príncipe Vladimir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINZfIeX_ZI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y8Df15CnaJw/s1600-h/ucra1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINZfIeX_ZI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y8Df15CnaJw/s320/ucra1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225118384065609106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passado o susto do albergue, fomos "bater pernas"! Chegamos a Vladimirskaya Gorka, uma enorme área que tem o Monumento ao Príncipe Vladimir, com a Igreja de São Vladimir e pórtico (esse que está atrás de mim). Tudo datado do ano 998. Em 1853, o monumento foi aberto para o público.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-8722080971448343039?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/8722080971448343039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/8722080971448343039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#8722080971448343039' title='Monumento ao Príncipe Vladimir'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINZfIeX_ZI/AAAAAAAAAPU/y8Df15CnaJw/s72-c/ucra1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-7159780555057475749</id><published>2008-07-20T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T08:21:33.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um pouco do albergue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINXvsj9H_I/AAAAAAAAAPM/T_bkvq7Pi64/s1600-h/ucra3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINXvsj9H_I/AAAAAAAAAPM/T_bkvq7Pi64/s320/ucra3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225116469607342066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A porta de entrada do albergue. Mais medo. Depois, dentro, volto a dizer, era até bacana. Mas, aí, eu não mostro. Vai perder a graça!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-7159780555057475749?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/7159780555057475749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/7159780555057475749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#7159780555057475749' title='Mais um pouco do albergue'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINXvsj9H_I/AAAAAAAAAPM/T_bkvq7Pi64/s72-c/ucra3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-5466921520846767551</id><published>2008-07-20T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T08:17:32.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O albergue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINWlC4SnVI/AAAAAAAAAPE/C6YVINu5kdE/s1600-h/ucra2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINWlC4SnVI/AAAAAAAAAPE/C6YVINu5kdE/s320/ucra2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225115187108027730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa era a entrada do Youth Hostel Yaroslav, o albergue que a gente ficou em Kiev. Parecia un filme de terror por fora, mas, por dentro, era até legal. Ficava na rua Yaroslavska, no Podil, um bairro popular de Kiev. Era pertinho de tudo: metrô, mercados, restaurantes baratinhos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-5466921520846767551?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/5466921520846767551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/5466921520846767551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#5466921520846767551' title='O albergue'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/SINWlC4SnVI/AAAAAAAAAPE/C6YVINu5kdE/s72-c/ucra2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-1467893611309571573</id><published>2008-07-20T08:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T08:14:32.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CC</title><content type='html'>A porta de saída do aeroporto se abre. Aqueles inúmeros familiares aglomerados esperando pelos seus parentes. Muita gente. E um cheirinho ruinzinho de "suvaqueira" no ar. E que iria perdurar um alguns locais - sobretudo o metrô. Era o meu "bem-vindos" a Ucrânia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-1467893611309571573?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/1467893611309571573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/1467893611309571573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#1467893611309571573' title='CC'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-2452277150108114150</id><published>2008-07-20T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T08:11:59.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mala</title><content type='html'>Quando descemos no aeroporto Borispol, em Kiev, já comecei a amar a odisséia de não entender nada do que está escrito. Tudo em alfabeto cirílico. Uma delícia. Um susto: minha mala demora a chegar, demora, demora. Vai dando aquela aflição. Depois, vejo que ela já tinha passado várias vezes por mim na esteira, mas eu não tinha reconhecido: colocaram um plástico em volta dela, como proteção.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-2452277150108114150?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/2452277150108114150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/2452277150108114150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#2452277150108114150' title='Mala'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-5012630191945386124</id><published>2008-07-20T08:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T08:18:20.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O avião</title><content type='html'>Era um KLM. Empresa da Holanda, Kiev com conexão em Amsterdam. Não conseguimos pegar assentos juntos. O jantar - de tanto voar em TAM e Gol, já tinha até esquecido que pode existir comida em avião - foi elaborado pela chef do restaurante Tordesilhas, de São Paulo, que eu já tinha ido - e adorado! Jantamos tabule e frango com um molhinho, acho, meio oriental. Assisti a "Longe Dela" no avião e depois dormi. Sonhando com o alfabeto cirílico.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-5012630191945386124?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/5012630191945386124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/5012630191945386124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#5012630191945386124' title='O avião'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-4969590062776613342</id><published>2008-07-20T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T08:01:54.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A espera</title><content type='html'>Peguei o vôo em Recife às 6h45. Cheguei em São Paulo às 9h45. O meu vôo para Kiev só era às 18h30. Chá de cadeira. Lendo uma coisa ou outra. Vendo gente que vai e vem. Semião chega às 14h. Comemos um Mc Donald's para passar o tempo. Colocamos as expectativas em dia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-4969590062776613342?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/4969590062776613342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/4969590062776613342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#4969590062776613342' title='A espera'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-6531532019002790275</id><published>2008-07-10T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T10:03:37.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou vivo!</title><content type='html'>Gente, eu estou vivo, bem, apesar de super cansado! Estou colocando este post porque teve gente que achou que eu tinha ficado preso numa das cameras de gas de Auschwitz! Na verdade, vou para Auschwitz amanha. Estou na Cracovia (Polonia), cidade linda, tenho muuuitas fotos, mas soh vou postar quando chegar no Brasil - to pirangando... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Ucrania foi o maximo! Kiev eh uma das cidades mais bacanas e loucas que eu jah vi. Gente fumando horrores, bebendo muito, metro caotico, mas linda, linda, linda de morrer. O povo ucraniano eh muitop legal, bem bagaceira, se joga, nao tah nem aih. Muito legal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O trem entre Lviv e Cracovia (uma geringoncca horrorosa!!!!) quebrou e a viagem que era para ter 8 horas teve quase 11 horas! Pra compensar, o hotel aqui na Cracovia eh tudo de bom: o cafe da manha tem ateh saladinhas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That`s it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois conto mais!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-6531532019002790275?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/6531532019002790275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/6531532019002790275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#6531532019002790275' title='Estou vivo!'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-2798258397475498843</id><published>2008-07-01T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:22:34.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Últimas coisas</title><content type='html'>Fiz as malas, coloquei tudo? Esqueci algo? E o visto? E o passaporte? E os livros? E os guias? E o dinheiro? E os vauchers? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-2798258397475498843?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/2798258397475498843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/2798258397475498843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#2798258397475498843' title='Últimas coisas'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-3846314957992535216</id><published>2007-07-31T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T19:46:02.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O dia que eu vi Renoir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/Rq_zlCqcmqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ezCHw1Da8t0/s1600-h/renoir.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093557521274935970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/Rq_zlCqcmqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ezCHw1Da8t0/s320/renoir.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nas margens daquela obra, sentei e descansei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-3846314957992535216?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/3846314957992535216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/3846314957992535216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#3846314957992535216' title='O dia que eu vi Renoir'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/Rq_zlCqcmqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ezCHw1Da8t0/s72-c/renoir.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-7543794781107484413</id><published>2007-07-31T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T19:42:23.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manhattan em grãos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/Rq_y6CqcmpI/AAAAAAAAADs/5Se8hi8Xs78/s1600-h/skyny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093556782540561042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/Rq_y6CqcmpI/AAAAAAAAADs/5Se8hi8Xs78/s320/skyny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que pretensão minha querer captar o clima daquele filme de Woody Allen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-7543794781107484413?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/7543794781107484413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/7543794781107484413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#7543794781107484413' title='Manhattan em grãos'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/Rq_y6CqcmpI/AAAAAAAAADs/5Se8hi8Xs78/s72-c/skyny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-5708363311123765787</id><published>2007-07-31T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T19:39:24.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/Rq_yECqcmoI/AAAAAAAAADk/T4mRsXrJMW8/s1600-h/only1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093555854827625090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/Rq_yECqcmoI/AAAAAAAAADk/T4mRsXrJMW8/s320/only1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um homem com uma sacola do Metropolitan Museum esperava um ônibus, eu atrás, na fila, só olhava aquela palavra "only".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-5708363311123765787?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/5708363311123765787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/5708363311123765787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5708363311123765787' title='Only you'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/Rq_yECqcmoI/AAAAAAAAADk/T4mRsXrJMW8/s72-c/only1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-4051584076827141669</id><published>2007-07-29T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T17:25:34.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Like a Virgin"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/Rq0vrSqcmnI/AAAAAAAAADc/SyYGOfeoVQA/s1600-h/virgin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092779174416652914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/Rq0vrSqcmnI/AAAAAAAAADc/SyYGOfeoVQA/s320/virgin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Touched for the very first time". E eu não saio da Virgin da Union Square. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-4051584076827141669?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/4051584076827141669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/4051584076827141669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4051584076827141669' title='&quot;Like a Virgin&quot;'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/Rq0vrSqcmnI/AAAAAAAAADc/SyYGOfeoVQA/s72-c/virgin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-6667394084393137304</id><published>2007-07-29T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T17:23:02.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sky fits heaven"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/Rq0vMyqcmmI/AAAAAAAAADU/VjcstTyoEnk/s1600-h/ny.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092778650430642786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/Rq0vMyqcmmI/AAAAAAAAADU/VjcstTyoEnk/s320/ny.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Então voe", diria Madonna, naquela letra. Ah, como eu queria...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-6667394084393137304?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/6667394084393137304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/6667394084393137304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6667394084393137304' title='&quot;Sky fits heaven&quot;'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/Rq0vMyqcmmI/AAAAAAAAADU/VjcstTyoEnk/s72-c/ny.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-2977149142606370910</id><published>2007-07-29T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T17:18:19.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music in the Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/Rq0t_CqcmlI/AAAAAAAAADM/-PDzwupFh64/s1600-h/metrop1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092777314695813714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/Rq0t_CqcmlI/AAAAAAAAADM/-PDzwupFh64/s320/metrop1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Externa do prédio do Metropolitan Museum (Met Museum), com céu azul, azul e luzes a iluminar tudo isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-2977149142606370910?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/2977149142606370910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/2977149142606370910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#2977149142606370910' title='Music in the Light'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/Rq0t_CqcmlI/AAAAAAAAADM/-PDzwupFh64/s72-c/metrop1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-7071095572674753447</id><published>2007-07-29T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T17:15:43.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music is the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/Rq0r7iqcmkI/AAAAAAAAADE/-AEONy9wWvk/s1600-h/metrop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092775055543016002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/Rq0r7iqcmkI/AAAAAAAAADE/-AEONy9wWvk/s320/metrop.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escultura de Frank Stella, no terraço do Met Museum, em NY. O sol "invade" a obra e o zoom da câmera tenta captar as coisas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-7071095572674753447?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/7071095572674753447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/7071095572674753447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#7071095572674753447' title='Music is the Sun'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/Rq0r7iqcmkI/AAAAAAAAADE/-AEONy9wWvk/s72-c/metrop.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-7161669202509236530</id><published>2007-07-29T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T17:06:24.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>42St - Times Square</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/Rq0qzSqcmjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ThoBW1ldl9Y/s1600-h/metro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092773814297467442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/Rq0qzSqcmjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ThoBW1ldl9Y/s320/metro.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na estação de metrô mais lotada de NY, de madrugada, ninguém passando, só uma senhora indo pegar o trem para o Queens, displays luminosos anunciando Broadway, Broadway, Broadway, gosto das coisas em perspectiva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-7161669202509236530?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/7161669202509236530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/7161669202509236530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#7161669202509236530' title='42St - Times Square'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/Rq0qzSqcmjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ThoBW1ldl9Y/s72-c/metro.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-2443041094778130892</id><published>2007-07-29T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T17:02:16.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diante de Marilyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/Rq0qISqcmiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/eFPI0-tzgbw/s1600-h/marily.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092773075563092514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/Rq0qISqcmiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/eFPI0-tzgbw/s320/marily.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela mesma: a Marilyn de Andy Warhol. NY, MoMA, julho-2007. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-2443041094778130892?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/2443041094778130892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/2443041094778130892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#2443041094778130892' title='Diante de Marilyn'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/Rq0qISqcmiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/eFPI0-tzgbw/s72-c/marily.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-1300713185256824866</id><published>2007-07-29T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T16:59:22.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"New York is a woman"</title><content type='html'>"New York is a woman she'll make you cry and to her you're just another guy" - Suzanne Vega&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-1300713185256824866?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/1300713185256824866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/1300713185256824866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#1300713185256824866' title='&quot;New York is a woman&quot;'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-1847174437386956241</id><published>2007-07-29T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T16:53:50.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No prédio da Time Warner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/Rq0oNSqcmhI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZILltAP9AIU/s1600-h/vidro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092770962439182866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/Rq0oNSqcmhI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZILltAP9AIU/s320/vidro.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ver NY de dentro dos prédios, através de janelas, marquizes, como se a cidade se escondesse, como se tudo não fosse tão óbvio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-1847174437386956241?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/1847174437386956241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/1847174437386956241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#1847174437386956241' title='No prédio da Time Warner'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/Rq0oNSqcmhI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZILltAP9AIU/s72-c/vidro.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-3428331483537097865</id><published>2007-07-29T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T15:58:03.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Science of Sleep</title><content type='html'>Peguei numa locadora o filme "The Science of Sleep" (A Ciência do Sonho), do Michel Gondry, com Gael García Bernal e Charlotte Gainsburg. Adoro o Gondry, os clipes, a estética "infantil" dele, gosto inclusive muitíssimo de "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind". Só que acho que em "The Science of Sleep", ele erra a mão. Sabe aquela coisa programadamente fofa? No melhor estilo Amélie Poulin - que eu começo a desgostar tamanha "fofura"... Gael vive um ilustrador que se apaixona pela personagem de Gainsburg e imagina as situações ao lado dela em seus desenhos. Paralelo a isso, quer "firmar" sua arte em meio à cooptação da empresa em que trabalha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-3428331483537097865?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/3428331483537097865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/3428331483537097865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#3428331483537097865' title='The Science of Sleep'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-2941787204535137557</id><published>2007-07-26T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T14:14:51.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empire State Building</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RqkOEyqcmgI/AAAAAAAAACk/evNf7fhHbpM/s1600-h/empire.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091616329201129986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RqkOEyqcmgI/AAAAAAAAACk/evNf7fhHbpM/s320/empire.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No Night Loop, num ônibus sem teto, olhando Manhattan de cima, mais perto do céu, cheguei mais perto do Empire State Building, o prédio que ficou "mais alto" depois da queda das Torres Gêmeas. A noite estava limpa, sem nuvens, do jeito mais lindo de ver Manhattan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-2941787204535137557?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/2941787204535137557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/2941787204535137557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#2941787204535137557' title='Empire State Building'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RqkOEyqcmgI/AAAAAAAAACk/evNf7fhHbpM/s72-c/empire.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-433085369123235927</id><published>2007-07-26T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T14:09:17.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A.M.E.R.I.C.A.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RqkMWCqcmfI/AAAAAAAAACc/gXYxPAKOvJo/s1600-h/america.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091614426530617842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RqkMWCqcmfI/AAAAAAAAACc/gXYxPAKOvJo/s320/america.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Perto de Chinatown, vi essa bandeira americana toda acesa, com neon, no meio da rua. Achei tão kitsch, tão anos 80, que adorei. E lembrei daquela música da Britney: "She's so lucky, she's a star/But she cries in her lonely heart, thinking/ If there's nothing missing in my life/ Then why do these tears come at night". That's America!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-433085369123235927?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/433085369123235927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/433085369123235927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#433085369123235927' title='A.M.E.R.I.C.A.'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RqkMWCqcmfI/AAAAAAAAACc/gXYxPAKOvJo/s72-c/america.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-3792220550006518423</id><published>2007-07-26T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T14:03:01.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Picasso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RqkKYiqcmeI/AAAAAAAAACU/kdFpGAXYnf8/s1600-h/pica.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091612270457035234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RqkKYiqcmeI/AAAAAAAAACU/kdFpGAXYnf8/s320/pica.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Impossível não ficar passado diante de Les Demoiselles d’Avignon, de Picasso, no MoMA. Todo mundo fazendo foto, todo mundo querendo chegar perto. Fiquei alguns momentos pensando nessas coisas únicas, nessas obras que movem a gente. Que coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-3792220550006518423?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/3792220550006518423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/3792220550006518423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#3792220550006518423' title='That&apos;s Picasso'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RqkKYiqcmeI/AAAAAAAAACU/kdFpGAXYnf8/s72-c/pica.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-120841650383896107</id><published>2007-07-26T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T13:50:46.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filas, pessoas, pontos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RqkIhiqcmdI/AAAAAAAAACM/q0cJ9HIlOtk/s1600-h/guge1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091610226052602322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RqkIhiqcmdI/AAAAAAAAACM/q0cJ9HIlOtk/s320/guge1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De cima, as pessoas viram pontos. De cima, as barreiras para fila viram traços. O chão é fundo. O olho se perde. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-120841650383896107?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/120841650383896107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/120841650383896107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#120841650383896107' title='Filas, pessoas, pontos'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RqkIhiqcmdI/AAAAAAAAACM/q0cJ9HIlOtk/s72-c/guge1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-5883273034569774758</id><published>2007-07-25T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T21:20:20.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teto do Guggenheim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RqggnCqcmbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/89r2UUfzSLw/s1600-h/guge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091355233844238770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RqggnCqcmbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/89r2UUfzSLw/s320/guge.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A geometria da arquitetura do Museu Guggenheim, em NY. Lindo. A gente vai conferindo as obras que estão dispostas neste "círculo". Tudo é tão lúdico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-5883273034569774758?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/5883273034569774758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/5883273034569774758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5883273034569774758' title='Teto do Guggenheim'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RqggnCqcmbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/89r2UUfzSLw/s72-c/guge.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-5126877774331029096</id><published>2007-07-24T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T19:07:41.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pôr-do-sol no Metropolitan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RqawHSqcmaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/daU0ZMYQKWE/s1600-h/por.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090950068104370594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RqawHSqcmaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/daU0ZMYQKWE/s320/por.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terraço do Metropolitan Museum, em NY, pôr-do-sol, coisas que a gente não esquece, coisas para ficarem na retina - alaranjada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-5126877774331029096?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/5126877774331029096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/5126877774331029096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5126877774331029096' title='Pôr-do-sol no Metropolitan'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RqawHSqcmaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/daU0ZMYQKWE/s72-c/por.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-8060428837472727823</id><published>2007-07-24T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T19:04:09.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabelo, cabeleira...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RqavFCqcmZI/AAAAAAAAABs/bR_wkJBsPII/s1600-h/hair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090948929938037138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RqavFCqcmZI/AAAAAAAAABs/bR_wkJBsPII/s320/hair.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hairspray" está realmente bombando em NY. Uma delícia. Cartazes por toda cidade, lojas vendendo vestidos estilo anos 60, cabelos, cabeleiras, cabeludas, descabeladas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-8060428837472727823?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/8060428837472727823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/8060428837472727823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#8060428837472727823' title='Cabelo, cabeleira...'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RqavFCqcmZI/AAAAAAAAABs/bR_wkJBsPII/s72-c/hair.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-6796429960374673571</id><published>2007-07-24T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T19:00:46.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairspray - O Filme</title><content type='html'>Fui ver "Hairspray", o filme, na estréia mesmo, no Regal Cinemas, na Union Square, um cinema daqueles de três andares, enorme, com cadeira reclinável e tudo mais! Na bomboniére, tem até pizza e hot dog, ou seja, super America... O cinema estava lotadíssimo e minha amiga Analu disse uma coisa realmente certíssima: "Aqui em NY, se você tem a idéia de fazer alguma coisa, saiba que meio mundo de gente também terá a mesma idéia". O filme é ótimo. Tem muitas coisas melhores que a peça da Broadway: Michelle Pfeiffer (lógico!) é uma vilã impecável; Christopher Walken (como o pai da menina gordinha) também é mais legal; a própria atriz principal, no cinema, é mais novinha que a da Broadway - e eu acho mais apropriado. O que é bem melhor na peça é a "mãe" da gordinha: que no filme é feito por John Travolta (meio realista demais) e no teatro é vivido por um ator sensacional, que faz a linha "drag", como no original de John Waters - o papel era feito por Divine, fantástica! Acho que estréia no Brasil em setembro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-6796429960374673571?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/6796429960374673571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/6796429960374673571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6796429960374673571' title='Hairspray - O Filme'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-1815830370322963344</id><published>2007-07-23T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T22:35:34.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rihanna na Times Square</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RqWO7CqcmYI/AAAAAAAAABk/wO9CCWz3ZFw/s1600-h/riha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090632098790545794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RqWO7CqcmYI/AAAAAAAAABk/wO9CCWz3ZFw/s320/riha.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais uma cena inusitada: tô andando, nem aí pro mundo quando ouço algo familiar. Era Rihanna cantando a música "Shut up and Drive". Olhei para cima, e ela estava inteira, no clipe exibido no meio da rua, em frente ao prédio da MTV. Isso foi momentos antes de eu assitir a Keyshia Cole! Olha que overdose de diva black!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-1815830370322963344?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/1815830370322963344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/1815830370322963344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#1815830370322963344' title='Rihanna na Times Square'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RqWO7CqcmYI/AAAAAAAAABk/wO9CCWz3ZFw/s72-c/riha.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-8051931870223749120</id><published>2007-07-23T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T22:28:59.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bourne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RqWNqyqcmXI/AAAAAAAAABc/5S9DLIzgqjU/s1600-h/bourne.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090630720106043762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RqWNqyqcmXI/AAAAAAAAABc/5S9DLIzgqjU/s320/bourne.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt Damon, enorme, num prédio da 5a. Avenida, anunciando "The Bourne Ultimatum", que sai nos EUA em agosto. Adoro essas propagandas gigantes, super pop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-8051931870223749120?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/8051931870223749120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/8051931870223749120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#8051931870223749120' title='Bourne'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RqWNqyqcmXI/AAAAAAAAABc/5S9DLIzgqjU/s72-c/bourne.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-8487478886513767533</id><published>2007-07-23T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T22:19:08.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairspray</title><content type='html'>Fui assistir ao musical "Hairspray", na Broadway, que vai bombar muito porque já estreou o filme inspirado na peça, com elenco absurdo, que inclui John Travolta, Christopher Walken e Michelle Pfeiffer. A peça é aquela coisa Broadway, it means, muuuita música, algumas boas, outras nem tanto. Mas, o que me fez adorar "Hairspray" foi uma certa atitude auto-irônica no texto que perpassou a encenação. A história é sobre uma menina gorda que tem o sonho de virar estrela de TV, na década de 60. Só que, nesta época, só brancos e magros participam dos programas. Ela, então, parte para uma série de "alianças" com negros e propõe um plano para sabotar e reivindicar a "diversidade" na televisão. É uma delícia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-8487478886513767533?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/8487478886513767533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/8487478886513767533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#8487478886513767533' title='Hairspray'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-1833467924765011518</id><published>2007-07-17T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T22:02:15.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Embaixada do Brasil</title><content type='html'>É como é conhecida a loja da Nike. Só tem brasileiro. E muambeiro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-1833467924765011518?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/1833467924765011518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/1833467924765011518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#1833467924765011518' title='Embaixada do Brasil'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-5670521499668086329</id><published>2007-07-17T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T22:01:20.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Legalmente Loira</title><content type='html'>Depois de ter "me inserido" de cultura no Guggenheim, eis que o consumo me chama e eu vou assistir ao pocket show do musical "Legally Blonde", ou seja, "Legalmente Loira", na Virgin. Aliás, minhas férias foram mais na Virgin que em NY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-5670521499668086329?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/5670521499668086329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/5670521499668086329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5670521499668086329' title='Legalmente Loira'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-781132370979959667</id><published>2007-07-17T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T21:58:31.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guggenheim</title><content type='html'>Realmente, o Guggenheim é foda. Uma parte está em reforma, não dá para ver o prédio de fora (que tem uma forma cilíndrica, linda, todo branco). Cheguei lá cedo, tipo uma da tarde. Filas, filas. O ingresso é caro: US$ 18. Mas, vale a pena. O museu é naquele estilo low profile. A gente pode entrar com câmeras (fiz fotinhos ótimas), há muita coisa de arte contemporânea, logo, várias obras pelos corredores, sem aquela "tensão", por exemplo, do Metropolitan (com aquelas esculturas gregas de milênios e tal). Isso significa que o enviroment do Guggenheim é mais friendly. Baixei o podcast com o áudio-guia e turbinei meu Ipod. Entre uma música e outra, eu ouvia algumas explicações sobre as obras. Depois? Quer saber, fiquei só ouvindo as músicas e curtindo o clima. Vi Mondrian, László Moholy-Nagy, Picasso, Kandinsky, tudo tão próximo, tão assim, vou-ali-e-já-volto. A exposição central, "The Shapes of Space", tinha várias obras lembrando aquela premissa de Lygia Clark, a coisa do volume da cor, da luz. Sensacional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-781132370979959667?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/781132370979959667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/781132370979959667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#781132370979959667' title='Guggenheim'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-4388153238799066594</id><published>2007-07-16T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T21:56:35.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RpxLOaCpitI/AAAAAAAAABU/Uh2jweBz0QA/s1600-h/henri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088024389902502610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RpxLOaCpitI/AAAAAAAAABU/Uh2jweBz0QA/s320/henri.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois é, é o Enrique Iglesias, na loja da Virgin, em Times Square, cantando "Do You Know", a música nova... Baixaria total. O povo berrando, as mulheres invandindo a área reservada, enfim, verão, calor, coisas do tipo. O mais legal foi ver duas chicas latinas gritando: "Enrique, Enrique, mirame, mirame"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-4388153238799066594?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/4388153238799066594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/4388153238799066594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4388153238799066594' title='Do You Know?'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RpxLOaCpitI/AAAAAAAAABU/Uh2jweBz0QA/s72-c/henri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-6483493327013245739</id><published>2007-07-16T21:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T21:52:27.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lower Manhattan</title><content type='html'>Manhattan tem uns lugares incríveis. Adoro o B-side da ilha. Tipo: fiquei passado quando desci e fui andando por Lower Manhattan, a parte mais "embaixo" da ilha, cheia de armazéns, lugares vendendo peixe, me senti Robert de Niro, Al Pacino, uma coisa máfia, revólver, filme noir, coisas do tipo. Andar aqui tem esses insights fílmicos. Depois, cheguei em Wall Street, "poder e cobiça", lembrei logo de Michael Douglas, todo aquele povo engravatado, bolsa de valores, ai, ai...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-6483493327013245739?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/6483493327013245739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/6483493327013245739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6483493327013245739' title='Lower Manhattan'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-4883010428468217486</id><published>2007-07-16T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T21:47:54.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Warner</title><content type='html'>E não é que eu fiquei maaaal com o prédio da Time Warner?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-4883010428468217486?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/4883010428468217486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/4883010428468217486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4883010428468217486' title='Time Warner'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-741304769039889268</id><published>2007-07-16T21:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T21:43:38.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nokia subject</title><content type='html'>Eu já tinha ficado passado com a loja da Apple na 5a. Avenida. Hoje, fiquei péssimo (it means "mais passado ainda") com a loja da Nokia. Detalhe: a Nokia é uma empresa finlandesa e no terceiro piso há celulares cravejados de diamantes, uma fortuna, uma fortuna. E olha que eu nem sou tão louco por gadgets...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-741304769039889268?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/741304769039889268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/741304769039889268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#741304769039889268' title='The Nokia subject'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-6191381948046144655</id><published>2007-07-16T21:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T21:40:59.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Other places makes me feel like a jerk!"</title><content type='html'>É aquele verso de Madonna: "I Love New York". Hoje, me senti um newyorker mesmo: almocei no Whole Foods, um supermercado todo orgânico, cheio de saladinhas, macarrõezinhos frios, sushis, enfim, delicioso. Fui para o primeiro andar, linda vista da Union Square, aquela praça absurda. Depois, desci, me sentei na praça, fiquei assim, só vendo o povo passando, Haagen Dasz na mão, água de lado...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-6191381948046144655?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/6191381948046144655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/6191381948046144655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6191381948046144655' title='&quot;Other places makes me feel like a jerk!&quot;'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-5718018327264780969</id><published>2007-07-16T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T21:37:24.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canal Street</title><content type='html'>É a 25 de Março de NY. Chama-se Canal Street e só tem oriental. Neusas ótimas: japo"neusas", chi"neusas", enfim, todas lá. A Mac Donald's tem cardápio oriental, a Burger King idem. Comprei mil "brebotes". O melhor são os vendedores oferecendo "rolex", "louis vitton", tudo baratinho, ten dollar, ten dollar, com aquele sotaque absurdo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-5718018327264780969?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/5718018327264780969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/5718018327264780969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5718018327264780969' title='Canal Street'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-4722453070254451318</id><published>2007-07-14T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T01:51:43.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Judge Joe Brown</title><content type='html'>Fico obsessed com a TV americana. Sobretudo com um programa chamado "Judge Joe Brown" (Juiz Joe Brown), em que o povo vai brigar na TV por causas absurdas, como pagamento de condomínio, multa na rua e afins. Para mim, o melhor foi quando uma moça foi reclamar que comprou uma bolsa Louis Vitton na loja e ela enferrujou. A gerente da Louis Vitton deu toda uma nova coleção para a mulher que foi reclamar. O juiz Joe Brown, bem abusado, disse: "pronto, agora vão chover reclamações contra as lojas...".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-4722453070254451318?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/4722453070254451318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/4722453070254451318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4722453070254451318' title='Judge Joe Brown'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-7976260881480315560</id><published>2007-07-14T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T01:46:58.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentinho responsabilidade social</title><content type='html'>Fui ver o novo filme de Michael Moore, "Sicko", sobre o sistema de saúde americano. Confesso que nem sou muito fã dele, acho tudo "muito oprah" (no mal sentido, porque normalmente, amo Oprah), em que, inevitavelmente, se acaba como um reality show, com Michael Moore "salvando o mundo". Ok, essa é a retórica dele, essa é sua estratégia. Nesse novo filme, caralho, tudo isso se reverte para enfatizar o nefasto sistema de saúde americano. Moore consegue imagens fantásticas - e duríssimas - de pessoas expulsas dos hospitais americanos por não terem dinheiro para pagarem suas estadas. E, depois, vai ao Canadá, França, Inglaterra e Cuba para mostrar um sistema de saúde em que as pessoas não pagam por remédio, nem por internação. Tem aquelas "macaquices" típicas de Michael Moore, mas há uma mensagem humanitária muito legal, quando os americanos voluntários do 11 de setembro (todos com problemas respiratórios) vão se tratar no "país inimigo", Cuba. Arrepia porque, no fundo, é um filme sobre gente, sobre ser igual e sobre cuidado com o outro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-7976260881480315560?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/7976260881480315560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/7976260881480315560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#7976260881480315560' title='Momentinho responsabilidade social'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-7357220776626033878</id><published>2007-07-14T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T01:38:06.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again</title><content type='html'>Tô passado como Mark Ronson está bombando. Toda hora, em todas as lojas, em todas as rádios tocando o CD "Versions" dele. Arrasa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-7357220776626033878?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/7357220776626033878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/7357220776626033878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#7357220776626033878' title='Again'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-6003489892202885821</id><published>2007-07-14T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T01:36:27.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nachos &amp; thai</title><content type='html'>Não resisto: fui no C-Town, um supermercado aqui perto, comprei tortillas e um pote de queijo nacho apimentado! Me acabei... De sobremesa, um cookie instantâneo: você coloca água e ele, puf!, incha. Vem com uma calda de chocolate. No jantar, com as meninas, pedimos comida thai - how I love it! - e eu me joguei no curry (que eles comem como uma sopa). Foi um veneno de apimentado, mas delicioso...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-6003489892202885821?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/6003489892202885821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/6003489892202885821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6003489892202885821' title='Nachos &amp; thai'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-4063510322166380234</id><published>2007-07-12T23:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T23:48:08.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu verso</title><content type='html'>"Now that it's raining more then ever /Know that we'll still have each other/ You can stand under my umbrella"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-4063510322166380234?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/4063510322166380234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/4063510322166380234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4063510322166380234' title='O meu verso'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-7611223059627567961</id><published>2007-07-12T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T23:44:14.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suzanne Vega</title><content type='html'>Fui ao show de Suzanne Vega, no Highlights Ballroom, uma casa de shows nova perto do Meatpacking District - área super hype da cidade, cheia de bares e gente legal circulando. No palco, Suzanne é uma fofa. Conversa muito, tem uma voz que parece veludo de tão suave e cantou coisas lindas como "Caramel" - que ela disse ser uma música sobre desejo. Por falar em desejo, ela disse que, ao ler uma revista que falava que desejo era algo que alguém queria ver/ter e não se via/tinha, imaginou que o desejo de um pornographer é por roupas e gente vestida. Faz sentido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-7611223059627567961?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/7611223059627567961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/7611223059627567961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#7611223059627567961' title='Suzanne Vega'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-4371838312580245039</id><published>2007-07-12T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T23:38:09.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotografia</title><content type='html'>Fui visitar o ICP, International Center of Photography, em Manhattan. Fantástico o lugar. Tinha duas expôs: uma sobre os negros norte-americanos e outra com um dos primeiros fotógrafos a usar colorido. O local possui duas galerias, uma lojinha, muitas salas de aula, laboratórios e ocupa dois prédios. É sensacional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-4371838312580245039?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/4371838312580245039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/4371838312580245039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4371838312580245039' title='Fotografia'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-5444641280669881032</id><published>2007-07-12T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T15:52:54.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RpawpKCpisI/AAAAAAAAABI/btjhKQu8-KQ/s1600-h/sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086447050278144706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RpawpKCpisI/AAAAAAAAABI/btjhKQu8-KQ/s320/sea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O restaurante da foto é o Sea, um tailendês que fica em Williamsburg e é sensacional. Mel Lisboa, no GNT Mundo Afora, esteve aqui. Comi um thai pad, uma massa com camarões e aquelas iguarias tailandesas. Sabe quanto deu a conta? Só US$ 20.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-5444641280669881032?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/5444641280669881032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/5444641280669881032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5444641280669881032' title='Sea'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RpawpKCpisI/AAAAAAAAABI/btjhKQu8-KQ/s72-c/sea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-6067457675323064363</id><published>2007-07-12T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T15:44:34.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RpauYqCpiqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rkHoaOtwX44/s1600-h/ciara.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086444567787047586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RpauYqCpiqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rkHoaOtwX44/s320/ciara.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Scream Tour, que reúne Ciara e o povo do hip hop, tá na área. Não é mole, não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-6067457675323064363?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/6067457675323064363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/6067457675323064363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6067457675323064363' title='Yo!'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RpauYqCpiqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rkHoaOtwX44/s72-c/ciara.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-9206521174352149002</id><published>2007-07-12T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T11:34:00.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I pod, I-pod, Ipod</title><content type='html'>Pois é, Ipod é tabelado: o nano é US$ 149 e o vídeo é US$ 249. O paraíso. Fui na loja da Apple, na 5a Avenida e quase piro. Milhões de Ipods, Iphones e afins, assim, disponíveis, nas prateleiras para a gente mexer. Só de onda, num Iphone de demonstração, abri e deixei exposta a página da Folha de Pernambuco. De Agito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-9206521174352149002?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/9206521174352149002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/9206521174352149002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#9206521174352149002' title='I pod, I-pod, Ipod'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-8757322381834556730</id><published>2007-07-12T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T11:30:11.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M&amp;M's</title><content type='html'>Mais uma piração american: a loja da M&amp;M's. Sim, aqueles chocolatinhos. Uma loja imensa, três andares com cheiro de chocolate, M&amp;amp;M's à vontade e coisinhas para se comprar: camisetas, canetinhas, ímãs de geladeira, copinhos, enfim... Como eu sou fraco para coisa fútil, fiquei mal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-8757322381834556730?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/8757322381834556730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/8757322381834556730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#8757322381834556730' title='M&amp;M&apos;s'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-3130351723552040853</id><published>2007-07-12T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T11:26:36.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fazendo Glenn</title><content type='html'>Não é só Michelle Pfeiffer que voltou. Glenn Close is back. Aparece numa série de TV chamada "Damage" e tem cartaz e outdoors em toda cidade. Ela gravou pertinho do trabalho de Analu e não deu para vê-la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-3130351723552040853?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/3130351723552040853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/3130351723552040853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#3130351723552040853' title='Fazendo Glenn'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-6244524469864215756</id><published>2007-07-12T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T11:24:08.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Me</title><content type='html'>Eu estava passando pela rua quando vi um anúncio de Mark Ronson, the producer, na cidade. E, depois, chego na Virgin e tem o mesmo cartaz. Moral da história: era Mark Ronson discotecando de graça na loja. Fiquei passado, apesar dele ter colocado só músicas do CD "Versions", ou seja, coisa véia... Mas, a certa altura, eu já desatento e ele aparece com "Without You", de Christina Aguilera. E solta: "This girl is hot". Fiquei péssimo quando ele colocou "Stop Me". Aliás, eu e a torcida do Flamengo que estava na loja.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-6244524469864215756?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/6244524469864215756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/6244524469864215756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6244524469864215756' title='Stop Me'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-6799975665141916280</id><published>2007-07-11T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T23:44:33.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finalmente choveu</title><content type='html'>Calorzão, daí chove. Gente e mais gente gritando: "Umbrellas!", "Buy umbrellas!". E eu quase peço: "Stop! In the name of Rihanna".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-6799975665141916280?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/6799975665141916280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/6799975665141916280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6799975665141916280' title='Finalmente choveu'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-8008372275322175050</id><published>2007-07-11T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T23:42:18.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Splash it!</title><content type='html'>Imagina um bar em que nos telões são exibidas cenas clássicas de filmes musicais... Imagina o público cantando junto... Imagina o povo vi-dra-do nas coreografias. Isto foi o Splash, na festa "Musical on Mondays". Too fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-8008372275322175050?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/8008372275322175050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/8008372275322175050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#8008372275322175050' title='Splash it!'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-4363579010850999866</id><published>2007-07-11T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T23:37:53.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hasta la vista, Michelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RpXLvaCpipI/AAAAAAAAAAw/VRLQg598La4/s1600-h/pfei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086195369489566354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RpXLvaCpipI/AAAAAAAAAAw/VRLQg598La4/s320/pfei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tive um susto - ótimo! - quando estava passando na 6a Avenida e vi o cartaz enorme da refilmagem de "Hairspray", que estréia daqui a algumas semanas. Michelle Pfeiffer is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-4363579010850999866?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/4363579010850999866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/4363579010850999866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4363579010850999866' title='Hasta la vista, Michelle'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RpXLvaCpipI/AAAAAAAAAAw/VRLQg598La4/s72-c/pfei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-3385733847561513703</id><published>2007-07-11T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T23:33:55.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Força, Angelina!</title><content type='html'>Fui ao cinema dar uma força para a Angelina Jolie. O filme é "A Mighty Heart" e conta a história de um jornalista americano que foi esquartejado por terroristas no Paquistão. Angelina vive a mulher do cara, que narra a história. O filme lembra muito "O Jardineiro Fiel", mas, é fato, Angelina Jolie arrasa. E o marido dela, Brad Pitt, produz o filme. Estão falando em Oscar. Sei não.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-3385733847561513703?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/3385733847561513703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/3385733847561513703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#3385733847561513703' title='Força, Angelina!'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-7271762356076914842</id><published>2007-07-11T22:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T23:02:46.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things about Keyshia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RpXC26CpioI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vtf7Ka1YAaU/s1600-h/key.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086185602733935234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RpXC26CpioI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vtf7Ka1YAaU/s320/key.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sempre lembrei de Keyshia Cole ruiva, com uma mecha loira. Mas, ela apareceu no open stage, em Times Square, loira. O open stage é um palco em que se gravam performances ao vivo para serem apresentadas na MTV americana, durante o verão. Ela cantou "Let it Go", o novo single e mais "Love" e "I Should Have Cheated". O melhor foi quando pediram para ela cantar "Last Night" - a faixa mais legal dela - e Keyshia, bem grossa, disse: "There's no sample of this song". Foi no intervalo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-7271762356076914842?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/7271762356076914842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/7271762356076914842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#7271762356076914842' title='Things about Keyshia'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RpXC26CpioI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vtf7Ka1YAaU/s72-c/key.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-4116132925249985064</id><published>2007-07-11T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T22:57:13.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vassoura</title><content type='html'>Todo o elenco de Harry Potter estava em Times Square, mais precisamente, na sede da MTV, na segunda-feira. Como não sou fã, nem conheço eles, para mim não fez muita diferença. Só o Daniel Radcliffe não apareceu. Ou eu não vi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-4116132925249985064?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/4116132925249985064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/4116132925249985064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4116132925249985064' title='Vassoura'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-3334316685009793593</id><published>2007-07-11T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T22:43:29.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calor, calor, calor</title><content type='html'>Calor em farenheit é estranho: tudo em dobro. Parece que a sensação térmica é de 90 graus celsius. Mas, é 90 farenheit. Andar na rua é um tormento. Os dias estão quentes e sem sombras. Tanto prédio vertical deixa tudo com cara de estufa. Times Square, meio-dia, parece o meu microondas. Eu me sinto girando no prato.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-3334316685009793593?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/3334316685009793593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/3334316685009793593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#3334316685009793593' title='Calor, calor, calor'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-1265184722624130559</id><published>2007-07-11T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T22:38:19.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fanny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RpW9kqCpinI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MqdKowvTjKE/s1600-h/fanny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086179791643183730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RpW9kqCpinI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MqdKowvTjKE/s320/fanny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fui num bistrô francês chamado Fanny, com Analu e Patrícia. Lindo. Super Anjo Solto. É no Brooklin, em Williamsburg, a parte mais legal da vizinhança. Comemos sopa fria de aspargos, mexilhões e uma bisteca de porco com vegetais. Uma delícia: o lugar e a comida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-1265184722624130559?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/1265184722624130559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/1265184722624130559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#1265184722624130559' title='Fanny'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXaQ_M_fzWk/RpW9kqCpinI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MqdKowvTjKE/s72-c/fanny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-1678501936530875086</id><published>2007-07-11T22:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T22:05:52.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Air train</title><content type='html'>No Aeroporto de Newark, tem o Air train: um trem que sai de dentro do próprio terminal e deixa a gente na estação do New Jersey Transit. Peguei o trem para a Penn Station em Manhattan e um drama: eu não lembrava como se liga nos Estados Unidos. Tem que colocar o 1, depois o código da cidade, depois o número, depois colocar uma moeda de 25 cents - que eu troquei com umas africanas ótimas numa Starbucks Coffee no aeroporto. Enfim, depois de alguma aflição, consegui falar com Analu. A gente se encontrou na 14 street.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-1678501936530875086?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/1678501936530875086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/1678501936530875086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#1678501936530875086' title='Air train'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-4379141732333591206</id><published>2007-07-11T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T22:00:59.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Immigration</title><content type='html'>Antes de viajar, tirei a barba. Fiquei com medo: meu american visa (ele: o visto) trazia uma foto minha sem barba. Achei que daria pinta de terrorista se estivesse barbado. Foi tranqüilo na imigração. Bem, nem tanto: eu estava levando salgadinho de queijo para Analu. E salgadinho de queijo, a depender do queijo, pode ser droga. É o que acharam. Mas, eu falei para o agente de imigração que era apenas lanche meu. Detalhe: tinha uns dez saquinhos de salgadinho. Being fat helped me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-4379141732333591206?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/4379141732333591206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/4379141732333591206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4379141732333591206' title='Immigration'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377421311259743739.post-1014725708075207957</id><published>2007-07-11T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T21:55:04.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under my umbrella</title><content type='html'>Fui a viagem toda, do Rio a New York, com Rihanna na cabeça: "under my umbrella". Proteção talvez. Estava sozinho no avião, madrugada, cadeira que não reclina - foi acidental, mas o vôo estava cheio. No Panamá, conexão para Newark, aeroporto que fica em New Jersey, do lado de New York. Peguei um Continental caindo aos pedaços. Aerovelhas servindo sanduíche de queijo com bacon. Quer coisa mais american? Foi meu cartão de visitas nos EUA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377421311259743739-1014725708075207957?l=umbrelladiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/1014725708075207957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377421311259743739/posts/default/1014725708075207957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umbrelladiary.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#1014725708075207957' title='Under my umbrella'/><author><name>gruPOP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545325967034540501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
