<?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-8096690643982415324</id><updated>2011-12-19T13:45:24.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog@ritmo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096690643982415324/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rozélia Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858900345354831973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/S6VXtr7-m5I/AAAAAAAAADI/Demc6IpPXkM/S220/makeover+(10).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096690643982415324.post-8136084957144790482</id><published>2011-12-19T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T13:45:24.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you never know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcWO2hPUrgA/Tu-vE3Gr77I/AAAAAAAAAGw/MGMJo6IGJC4/s1600/puff%2521%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcWO2hPUrgA/Tu-vE3Gr77I/AAAAAAAAAGw/MGMJo6IGJC4/s320/puff%2521%2521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096690643982415324-8136084957144790482?l=rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/8136084957144790482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-never-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096690643982415324/posts/default/8136084957144790482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096690643982415324/posts/default/8136084957144790482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-never-know.html' title='you never know...'/><author><name>Rozélia Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858900345354831973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/S6VXtr7-m5I/AAAAAAAAADI/Demc6IpPXkM/S220/makeover+(10).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcWO2hPUrgA/Tu-vE3Gr77I/AAAAAAAAAGw/MGMJo6IGJC4/s72-c/puff%2521%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096690643982415324.post-5633720431033796834</id><published>2010-08-19T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T14:54:33.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poemeto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/TG2nulV9tVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wQ1rar3oyx4/s1600/Puff.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/TG2nulV9tVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wQ1rar3oyx4/s320/Puff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096690643982415324-5633720431033796834?l=rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/5633720431033796834/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com/2010/08/poemeto.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096690643982415324/posts/default/5633720431033796834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096690643982415324/posts/default/5633720431033796834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com/2010/08/poemeto.html' title='poemeto'/><author><name>Rozélia Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858900345354831973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/S6VXtr7-m5I/AAAAAAAAADI/Demc6IpPXkM/S220/makeover+(10).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/TG2nulV9tVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wQ1rar3oyx4/s72-c/Puff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096690643982415324.post-4947655002360632911</id><published>2010-04-13T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T07:55:46.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signo Reflexo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/S8SFh-PtIhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/U-qPwCHaGlE/s1600/painel-blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/S8SFh-PtIhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/U-qPwCHaGlE/s320/painel-blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Reflexos são imagens no tempo. Signo cuja natureza primordial é ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; ação, semiose. Desde o mito de Narciso, a idéia é de que, quando se olha para o espelh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; olha-se para o infinito de si mesmo, e o que se enxerga é o anteparo da aparência. Nela e dela se pode morrer ou nela está o início. A aparência é o primeiro modo semiótico do fenômeno. Aparência é Imagem. Como anteparo, uma imagem – aparência carreia a idéia de algo que se interrompe, pára e rompe um fluxo contínuo, e isto não parece instintivamente correto para descrever um espelho. Na imagem especular o espaço-tempo se propaga, engolindo tudo o que, impotente, se põe diante dele. Imagem espelho é Gravura 4D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096690643982415324-4947655002360632911?l=rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/4947655002360632911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com/2010/04/signo-reflexo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096690643982415324/posts/default/4947655002360632911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096690643982415324/posts/default/4947655002360632911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com/2010/04/signo-reflexo.html' title='Signo Reflexo'/><author><name>Rozélia Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858900345354831973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/S6VXtr7-m5I/AAAAAAAAADI/Demc6IpPXkM/S220/makeover+(10).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/S8SFh-PtIhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/U-qPwCHaGlE/s72-c/painel-blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096690643982415324.post-2025856913219066056</id><published>2010-03-20T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T09:49:24.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHATWAIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/S6T8X3sOuVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/jVl2lRAI3fk/s1600-h/WHATWAIT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/S6T8X3sOuVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/jVl2lRAI3fk/s320/WHATWAIT.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096690643982415324-2025856913219066056?l=rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/2025856913219066056/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com/2010/03/whatwait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096690643982415324/posts/default/2025856913219066056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096690643982415324/posts/default/2025856913219066056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com/2010/03/whatwait.html' title='WHATWAIT'/><author><name>Rozélia Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858900345354831973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/S6VXtr7-m5I/AAAAAAAAADI/Demc6IpPXkM/S220/makeover+(10).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/S6T8X3sOuVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/jVl2lRAI3fk/s72-c/WHATWAIT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096690643982415324.post-2185538102286761449</id><published>2010-02-23T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T13:33:21.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MÚSICOS, DE VEZ EM QUANDO, DEVERIAM VIRAR URSO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Uma querida e jovem-velha amiga, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;shining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; star, veio me contar consternada, que depois de ter acorrido à casa de um seu amigo, músico, poli-multi-very-good instrumentista, meio sem querer, sem desculpa, meio atrapalhada, levando seus caraminguás musicais, letras, melodias, para pedir um help, encontrou-o fumando seu cachimbo que não era da paz, mas da fome, ou da pacificação da fome.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Segundo as palavras dele, como ainda lhe restava algum fumo (regular &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; = de tabaco) era do que se alimentava.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Uau! Há seis meses + ou - não pintava trabalho. Fome!? Nem estamos mais no apogeu do romantismo neo-realista! Não é criativo artista passar fome! Ela, depois de uma certa perplexidade inicial e uma breve vistoria na despensa e na geladeira, saiu para comprar a cesta básica. Ele fez um pouco de som e acabou por aceitar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Com o pouco-nada de resultados musicais seguiu para a casa de seu produtor musical, que experiente e vivido, a fez ver, que a visita fora bacana e importante, não pelo esperado mas apenas pelo acontecido (e a ajuda que havia dado). Musicalmente nem pensar. Acrescentou, que por algum motivo, ainda nebuloso, isso era uma crise geral, que vinha atingindo muitos outros músicos, em tempos atuais. Poucos shows, poucas gravações em estúdios, poucas turnês? Ou o quê? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Ela veio me contar. Aí pensei: &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/S4RH1vfx72I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pflfom0eb1U/s1600-h/olho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/S4RH1vfx72I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pflfom0eb1U/s200/olho.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Músicos deveriam hibernar, virar urso, por exemplo, mudar de espécie sazonalmente. Uma boa estratégia adaptativa, para sobreviver a períodos de seca.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Ora, seria muito desejável como salto evolutivo para o gênero humano! Acho mesmo, que talvez pudéssemos pensar em ampliar este espectro, para outras categorias profissionais e espécies animais:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Engenheiros, comerciantes, professores, papagaios, rinocerontes, doninhas, castores... sei lá! Várias combinatórias, dependendo da situação e da crise a ser enfrentada. Quem sabe seria interessante pensar também em outros extratos de seres vivos, como araucárias, bromélias, cigarras ou amebas. Além de seu signo astrológico cada um poderia escolher sua espécie-irmã. Hah! Ah, isso sim seria inteligente e divertido! Talvez um grande passo eco-civilizatório.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Talvez mais do que este roteiro meio desgastadinho do Avatar azulão 3D, não é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/SwLdxRCB82I/AAAAAAAAACM/T84XKkvepOI/s1600/Sophie+caolha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/SwLdxRCB82I/AAAAAAAAACM/T84XKkvepOI/s320/Sophie+caolha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096690643982415324-5848050102958316639?l=rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/5848050102958316639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/11/sophie-calle-descuidada.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096690643982415324/posts/default/5848050102958316639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096690643982415324/posts/default/5848050102958316639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/11/sophie-calle-descuidada.html' title='Sophie Calle descuiDada'/><author><name>Rozélia Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858900345354831973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/S6VXtr7-m5I/AAAAAAAAADI/Demc6IpPXkM/S220/makeover+(10).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/SwLdxRCB82I/AAAAAAAAACM/T84XKkvepOI/s72-c/Sophie+caolha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096690643982415324.post-5836436084311651398</id><published>2009-11-07T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T10:38:00.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dita von Teese</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/SvW-TZsHQzI/AAAAAAAAACE/MSMdvvl0eIw/s1600-h/dita+von+teeser.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/SvW-TZsHQzI/AAAAAAAAACE/MSMdvvl0eIw/s400/dita+von+teeser.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096690643982415324-5836436084311651398?l=rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/5836436084311651398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/11/dita-von-teese.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096690643982415324/posts/default/5836436084311651398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096690643982415324/posts/default/5836436084311651398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/11/dita-von-teese.html' title='Dita von Teese'/><author><name>Rozélia Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858900345354831973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/S6VXtr7-m5I/AAAAAAAAADI/Demc6IpPXkM/S220/makeover+(10).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/SvW-TZsHQzI/AAAAAAAAACE/MSMdvvl0eIw/s72-c/dita+von+teeser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096690643982415324.post-2503327021462804914</id><published>2009-11-03T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:26:28.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lembrete</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/SvDzDBnD7pI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IcfcE3xc3UA/s1600-h/AMOR+HUMOR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/SvDzDBnD7pI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IcfcE3xc3UA/s320/AMOR+HUMOR.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;homenagem ao bom, velho e imprescindível osvald'andrade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096690643982415324-2503327021462804914?l=rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/2503327021462804914/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/11/lembrete.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096690643982415324/posts/default/2503327021462804914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096690643982415324/posts/default/2503327021462804914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/11/lembrete.html' title='lembrete'/><author><name>Rozélia Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858900345354831973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/S6VXtr7-m5I/AAAAAAAAADI/Demc6IpPXkM/S220/makeover+(10).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/SvDzDBnD7pI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IcfcE3xc3UA/s72-c/AMOR+HUMOR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096690643982415324.post-1950654150485013761</id><published>2009-08-29T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:44:10.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rizoma arroz raiz risoma riso salada de batata!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/SpnGS7odKWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/v2CEeUxI6B8/s1600-h/rizomas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/SpnGS7odKWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/v2CEeUxI6B8/s320/rizomas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;rozélia medeiros 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nesse nosso mundo onde as informações nos atingem, mais do que nos alcançam, no mais das vezes - como me aconteceu com Deleuze (e Guatarri) - conheci antes os "deleuzianos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;”, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pauvre Deleuze,&amp;nbsp;pauvre de moi! Mas, depois que li (ou seria subi) (em alguns) platôs (dos mil, alguns) gostei, gostei muito mais. Sou uma tanto preconceituosa, prá não confessar preguiçosa (não sei o que é pior), e, como autêntica semioticista Peirce&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;cótica&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;, tendo a não levar muito em consideração o que está fora do âmbito de concentração da epistemologia semiótica de Charles Peirce&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Mas tenho que admitir, que em função da minha dificuldade em ler ‘ uma certa verborragia”, cheia de adjetivos e qualidades subjetivas dos autores franceses, quando &amp;nbsp;consegui atingir uma predisposição mais dócil, mais literária talvez, acho que comecei a compreender o conceito de Rizoma (figurinhas acima), sua utilidade contemporânea. Sistemas abertos, semioses circulares e infinitas, séries tuberculares estruturantes, estruturas seriadas, redes e tentáculos, projeções neuronais, sinapses, bolsas, bolsões, pulsões, condutos, bolhas, bicho – folha ... ( continua &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;eventually&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096690643982415324-1950654150485013761?l=rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/1950654150485013761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/08/rizoma-arroz-raiz-risoma-riso-salada-de.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096690643982415324/posts/default/1950654150485013761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096690643982415324/posts/default/1950654150485013761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/08/rizoma-arroz-raiz-risoma-riso-salada-de.html' title='rizoma arroz raiz risoma riso salada de batata!?!'/><author><name>Rozélia Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858900345354831973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/S6VXtr7-m5I/AAAAAAAAADI/Demc6IpPXkM/S220/makeover+(10).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/SpnGS7odKWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/v2CEeUxI6B8/s72-c/rizomas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096690643982415324.post-8247494629583727412</id><published>2009-08-26T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T16:23:44.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O mundo está muito careta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Fui buscar uns 'livrinhos' de filosofia – um &lt;em&gt;deleuzezinho&lt;/em&gt; básico na biblioteca da Eca, e não encontrei lá. Então, diligentemente, com minha autorização debaixo do braço segui até a biblioteca do MAC, onde graças ao maravilhoso Dedalus, catálogo on-line de todo o acervo bibliográfico da Usp, eu sabia existir um exemplar. Deu tudo certo, mas... já que estava ali, fui dar uma olhada no acervo de artistas franceses, ou coisa que tal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh! Matisse, Arp, Braque, Legèr... De doer de bom, a vanguarda histórica. E ficar com vergonha. Esse nosso mundo tão contemporâneo, tão tecnológico, &lt;em&gt;modernoso&lt;/em&gt;, novidadeiro... e tão careta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/SpXDfJuRXHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jxhvFeH-DXA/s1600-h/abstrato-fernand-leger1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/SpXDfJuRXHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jxhvFeH-DXA/s320/abstrato-fernand-leger1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374416670289910898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que covardia! É tão evidente a ousadia, o sangue original que irrigava a mente daqueles artistas, e a própria mente coletiva, caldeirão no qual borbulhavam. Não sou saudosista, não gosto de ficar olhando pra trás, não é o que estou fazendo, pelo contrário, sempre estive colada nas clivagens da tecnologia, sempre as recebo com se já estivessem atrasadas, por que a vida ávida espera por elas; mas não há como não olhar em volta, e entristecer com a banalização da mediocridade. A apologia da mediocridade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se correr o bicho pega, se ficar o bicho come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arte é Tekné e tecnologia é Ars. E toda esta pulsão estava lá e está aqui, agora, naqueles quadros pendurados nas paredes do museu. É pura tecnologia estética, poética, é premonição e alerta para o que ainda muito nos resta a fazer, e talvez atordoados estejamos esquecendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto é pano pra muita manga, aos poucos vamos costurando...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096690643982415324-8247494629583727412?l=rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/8247494629583727412/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-mundo-esta-muito-careta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096690643982415324/posts/default/8247494629583727412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096690643982415324/posts/default/8247494629583727412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-mundo-esta-muito-careta.html' title='O mundo está muito careta!'/><author><name>Rozélia Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858900345354831973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/S6VXtr7-m5I/AAAAAAAAADI/Demc6IpPXkM/S220/makeover+(10).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/SpXDfJuRXHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jxhvFeH-DXA/s72-c/abstrato-fernand-leger1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096690643982415324.post-614639371851074850</id><published>2009-08-16T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T18:35:04.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hesitando</title><content type='html'>Ainda estou hesitante! Esta coisa de 'tornar público" o que está a todo momento na intimidade da minha cabeça, ao mesmo tempo que parece arriscado, pode ser uma boa solução para esta espécie de 'mentalismo' que alimento. Nunca havia escrito a palavra 'hesitar', então por escrito era-me uma ilustre desconhecida! imagine, logo eu, tão apaixonada por palavras. Foi como um primeiro encontro! Interessante que o sentimento correspondente já é completamente familiar. E desagradável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me apaixono frequentemente por imagens, sempre me dão a impressão da estar vivendo a aventura épica de toda a humanidade. Existe uma narrativa muda nelas e assim vou tentar contar esta história - talvez só por justaposição funcione. Qualquer uma serve para começar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/Soiw6JIcMjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fADX_MnaBvw/s1600-h/Fam_lia_Buscap_.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/Soiw6JIcMjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fADX_MnaBvw/s320/Fam_lia_Buscap_.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370737068569539122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que, no fundo, sempre desejei ser como Violeta, uma pin-up do cafezais norte-paranaenses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por hoje é só.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096690643982415324-614639371851074850?l=rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com/feeds/614639371851074850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/08/hesitando.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096690643982415324/posts/default/614639371851074850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096690643982415324/posts/default/614639371851074850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozeliamedeiros.blogspot.com/2009/08/hesitando.html' title='Hesitando'/><author><name>Rozélia Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858900345354831973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/S6VXtr7-m5I/AAAAAAAAADI/Demc6IpPXkM/S220/makeover+(10).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5DqEC6oi08/Soiw6JIcMjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fADX_MnaBvw/s72-c/Fam_lia_Buscap_.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
