<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334</id><updated>2009-11-12T01:52:27.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dar e receber</title><subtitle type='html'>To give and to receive as a way of living.
To exchange without winning or loosing.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>439</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-3091002530466451873</id><published>2009-11-10T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T07:03:15.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>I would like to thank Peter Christopherson for his bless.&lt;br /&gt;Caught in the grace of the great Hermes, Aput and all messengers, Gmail, Skype and the ones who will these succeed.&lt;br /&gt;Warrior is a powerful word.&lt;br /&gt;Three times three: what a number. Today will also be a promise of the greatness of the possible tomorrows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-3091002530466451873?l=dareceber.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/3091002530466451873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=3091002530466451873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/3091002530466451873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/3091002530466451873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-would-like-to-thank-peter.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17709314705025578898'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-5959282690671142248</id><published>2009-11-08T02:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T02:58:54.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda: amigos entre os animais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SvaixNGnfTI/AAAAAAAAAnA/zAsf5feeQpA/s1600-h/Photo+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SvaixNGnfTI/AAAAAAAAAnA/zAsf5feeQpA/s320/Photo+114.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401683769292193074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padrões e contrastes. Uma composição priveligiada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inter-species cominucation is a paradox.&lt;br /&gt;Complex: species, social and familiar education are thick walls between humans as well as between species.&lt;br /&gt;Simple: lower down these walls and act instinctively. Also works for romance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-5959282690671142248?l=dareceber.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/5959282690671142248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=5959282690671142248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/5959282690671142248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/5959282690671142248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/11/ainda-amigos-entre-os-animais.html' title='Ainda: amigos entre os animais'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17709314705025578898'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SvaixNGnfTI/AAAAAAAAAnA/zAsf5feeQpA/s72-c/Photo+114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-8798637982279701812</id><published>2009-11-06T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T07:35:10.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos entre os animais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SvQbFAQnN3I/AAAAAAAAAm4/W8k30vIpw60/s1600-h/amigos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 79px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SvQbFAQnN3I/AAAAAAAAAm4/W8k30vIpw60/s320/amigos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400971625907042162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the museum: people may also be like stuffed knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;As opposite, there are many ways in which knowledge can be transformed. Should always be transformed into something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The accumulation of facts is no longer of top priority to humanity. The problem now is to apply existing facts to new conceptual wholes, new vistas of reality. By “reality” we mean relationships”&lt;br /&gt;(Youngblood, 1970, p.82)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daily (although a bit dislocated) thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;- Car seem to spend more petrol when rains.&lt;br /&gt;- I am smarter when is cold.&lt;br /&gt;- My cat does the same adventures around the house in spite of her constantly crying eye. Seems this not to be a sadness issue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-8798637982279701812?l=dareceber.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/8798637982279701812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=8798637982279701812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/8798637982279701812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/8798637982279701812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/11/amigos-entre-os-animais.html' title='Amigos entre os animais'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17709314705025578898'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SvQbFAQnN3I/AAAAAAAAAm4/W8k30vIpw60/s72-c/amigos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-6785220018840592152</id><published>2009-11-05T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T03:37:45.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metaphoric outcomes from my personal little research project on biology and frog diversity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SvLe7I8hGNI/AAAAAAAAAmw/atmwHN1gRqs/s1600-h/frogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SvLe7I8hGNI/AAAAAAAAAmw/atmwHN1gRqs/s320/frogs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400624010765605074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trip to the art museum, (or any other museum) as sisterella sees it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-6785220018840592152?l=dareceber.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/6785220018840592152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=6785220018840592152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/6785220018840592152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/6785220018840592152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/11/metaphoric-outcomes-from-my-personal.html' title='Metaphoric outcomes from my personal little research project on biology and frog diversity.'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17709314705025578898'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SvLe7I8hGNI/AAAAAAAAAmw/atmwHN1gRqs/s72-c/frogs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-4770098665383442193</id><published>2009-11-05T03:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T03:24:18.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gene Youngblood</title><content type='html'>" The mass public insist on entertainment over art in order to escape an unnatural way of life in which interior realities are not compatible with exterior realities. Freedom, says Brown, is fusion. Life becomes art when there is no difference between what we are and what we do. Art is a synergetic attempt at closing the gap between what &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; and what ought to be." (1970)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-4770098665383442193?l=dareceber.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/4770098665383442193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=4770098665383442193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/4770098665383442193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/4770098665383442193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/11/gene-youngblood.html' title='Gene Youngblood'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17709314705025578898'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-865969988189734389</id><published>2009-11-04T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:55:35.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get me a black panther!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mXPUkrz7Uow&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mXPUkrz7Uow&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of projections on background, lots of projections on musicians. 80s unmistakable style. Great shirt. &lt;br /&gt;Get me a panther so I take it for a walk, on a diamonds leash, on a full moon night, me on highest heels and leather black gloves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-865969988189734389?l=dareceber.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/865969988189734389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=865969988189734389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/865969988189734389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/865969988189734389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/11/get-me-black-panther-will-ya.html' title='Get me a black panther!'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17709314705025578898'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-7247269802173279740</id><published>2009-11-02T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T14:32:51.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think (Brontext in English)</title><content type='html'>We all talk to ourselves. This has an explanation, a simple one in fact: to verbalize ideas is a way to rationalize them. This happens in us even if there is no one around to listen. Two separate areas of our brain (which are some of the biggest mysteries of knowledge) have been designed by nature to make possible this process of rationalization of an idea through speech. One area  thinks the idea and the other allows verbalization of disorganized thought. We talk to ourselves, but, are we really alone? Lets consider the other in a concept that embarks what we perceive with our eyes as well what we don´t see, that is, the invisible. Surprisingly, considering the other in the realm of invisibility, opens up the possibilities of a more solid explanation regarding the functions of the brain, related system and manifestations. This is dues to the fact that both parts of the brain present the same behavior with or without the presence of other people as audience while rationalizing thought through speech as if there was always an other present. Based on this we may take the conclusion that solitude doesn´t exist. Therefore, should we take the inexistence of solitude as a fundament attention could be turned to the study  of the invisible and its permanent presence in our lives. In the studies on the invisible may lay the key to solve many mysteries of knowledge and this can be achieved starting by following the clues and figure out traces on our biological functions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-7247269802173279740?l=dareceber.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/7247269802173279740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=7247269802173279740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7247269802173279740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7247269802173279740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think.html' title='I think (Brontext in English)'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17709314705025578898'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-499063027829393687</id><published>2009-10-29T09:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T09:30:17.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>His Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-499063027829393687?l=dareceber.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/499063027829393687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=499063027829393687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/499063027829393687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/499063027829393687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/10/his-dreams.html' title='His Dreams'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17709314705025578898'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-7207362024882072484</id><published>2009-10-29T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T11:31:36.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One before</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mzNEgcqWDG4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mzNEgcqWDG4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Janis Joplin sings. One year before I was born.&lt;br /&gt;b) We had a poster of Janis a very long time ago. On the picture of the poster she looks very much like one of my aunties and is posing on a motorbike, very similar to another photo with Kathy Acker - a lady to become. &lt;br /&gt;c) Have been listening to Janis while writing the Bronté story of the day at Latido de Cachorro blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Custom is what makes the one part of the a collective when this is not ruled by economics or social procedures. One is already many and one is only a unity in relationship with another(s). Maffesoli on neo-tribalism, that is what I have been reading lately. Me and my thoughts on the collective related to AVperformative practices. But the subject of the one, which is many, has to do with today being a special day. In this concept between the one and the many is where opposites emerge: the individualism of the socio-economical structure we live in and the multiple of the ones emotionally related (la Puissance). Still Maffesoli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-7207362024882072484?l=dareceber.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/7207362024882072484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=7207362024882072484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7207362024882072484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7207362024882072484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-before.html' title='One before'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17709314705025578898'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-7137852219455163666</id><published>2009-10-26T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T11:05:20.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A stillness reflection of what is beyond reach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuXkehVtN8I/AAAAAAAAAmo/aMfisNJylHs/s1600-h/reflection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuXkehVtN8I/AAAAAAAAAmo/aMfisNJylHs/s320/reflection.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396970941470029762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moostel, Estonia, May 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-7137852219455163666?l=dareceber.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/7137852219455163666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=7137852219455163666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7137852219455163666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7137852219455163666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/10/stillness-reflection-of-what-is-beyond.html' title='A stillness reflection of what is beyond reach'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17709314705025578898'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuXkehVtN8I/AAAAAAAAAmo/aMfisNJylHs/s72-c/reflection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-4641805212872036003</id><published>2009-10-24T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T16:22:35.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" Astrology can be placed in an ecological perspective, represented by the "houses" which predispose all of us to live in a natural and social environment"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-4641805212872036003?l=dareceber.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/4641805212872036003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=4641805212872036003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/4641805212872036003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/4641805212872036003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/10/astrology-can-be-placed-in-ecological.html' title=''/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17709314705025578898'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-881551337447336980</id><published>2009-10-23T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T16:01:26.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To see through the flesh by opening up a written gate on it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuGp-MMPYHI/AAAAAAAAAmY/HGrWt_E-jgM/s1600-h/invisible2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuGp-MMPYHI/AAAAAAAAAmY/HGrWt_E-jgM/s320/invisible2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395780714456113266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body, from where I write this text, is physically located between social sciences and philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;I made a drawing of an eye on the palm of the had so I can be focused on what I see with my invisible eye, the one who sees beyond, on top, at the center. I retouch the drawing on the palm that of my hand that covers my physical eyes. Invisible eye is at the center and its connection to the brain is not physical just intuitive. See the flesh, see what it does beyond its function. Like technology. Both, computer technology and body are capable of a multitude of functions which they were not designed for. Tho find new ways to use, arrange, assemble each one is to make a creative use of what is available. Is also to contribute to its further development. Castells, that is what I have been reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-881551337447336980?l=dareceber.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/881551337447336980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=881551337447336980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/881551337447336980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/881551337447336980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-see-through-flesh-by-opening-up.html' title='To see through the flesh by opening up a written gate on it.'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17709314705025578898'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuGp-MMPYHI/AAAAAAAAAmY/HGrWt_E-jgM/s72-c/invisible2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-2870219830357466581</id><published>2009-10-22T11:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T10:49:39.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bronte200</title><content type='html'>Esta noite a história é simples, passa-se na biblioteca de uma importante cidade universitária onde um conceituado professor procura um livro. A única pista que tem é que esse livro não está catalogado, está entre prateleiras, entre pisos, entre secções, entre campos do saber, etc. Porque este professor era verdadeiramente comprometido com a sua profissão e amava o ensino como recriação e não como repetição de palavras alheias. Este livro, talvez um compendio escolar, concluiria que há todo um conhecimento a ser travado com o desconhecido, do qual seria apenas uma prova. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A história termina com o professor a arrastar os móveis da biblioteca em vão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O livro contudo, existia, estava precisamente a ser escrito e constava já com duzentos pequenos capítulos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brontext in English:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the story will be very simple. It takes place on the library of a very important University , where a well known professor  is looking for a book. The  only clue he has is that the book doesn´t belong to the catalogue. It is located between shelves, between sections, between areas of knowledge. This professor was very committed with his profession and loved teaching that he understood as a re-creation of knowledge and not as repetition of other people´s words. The present book, perhaps a scholar compendium, is a sort of conclusive prove that there is whole area of knowledge grounded on the confrontation with the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story ends with the professor dragging all furniture of the library unsuccessfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book exists in fact, it is being written and has already 200 small chapters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-2870219830357466581?l=dareceber.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/2870219830357466581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=2870219830357466581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/2870219830357466581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/2870219830357466581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/10/bronte200.html' title='Bronte200'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17709314705025578898'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-7574574824066085831</id><published>2009-10-22T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T11:03:11.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IbLRf0j80wU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IbLRf0j80wU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentioning dogs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-7574574824066085831?l=dareceber.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/7574574824066085831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=7574574824066085831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7574574824066085831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7574574824066085831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/10/mentioned-dogs.html' title='.'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17709314705025578898'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-7932499863508189482</id><published>2009-10-21T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:31:28.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Latido de Coelho : Bronte 200</title><content type='html'>At some point one of them changed the name from Barking of the Dog (Latido de Cachorro) to Barking of the Rabbit (Latido de Coelho). Although the change was accepted by the family, the name on the blog remained the same.&lt;br /&gt;Only if one knows very well the personality of each one of the sisters is that one will find which stories were written by whom. Authorship is a detail. Authorship is enigmatic and confusing anyway. The influence on each other is strong with an imaginary rooted into similar references. Themes float from the darker side of the introspective soul to elaborate on the metaphors to social fiction. Bronte on Bronte 200. Stories of the imaginary and the bizarre reality. &lt;br /&gt;If we can´t rewrite history, at least we can unveil its narrow angles and hidden corners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-7932499863508189482?l=dareceber.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/7932499863508189482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=7932499863508189482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7932499863508189482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7932499863508189482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/10/latido-de-coelho-bronte-200.html' title='Latido de Coelho : Bronte 200'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17709314705025578898'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-6032817427715974773</id><published>2009-10-19T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T11:03:15.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Workshop de Performance Audiovisual e VJing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuXkOUj9I6I/AAAAAAAAAmg/knGSSMATAwI/s1600-h/VJing-workshop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuXkOUj9I6I/AAAAAAAAAmg/knGSSMATAwI/s320/VJing-workshop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396970663162225570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datas: 07 e 08 de Novembro de 2009 &lt;br /&gt;Horário: 10h00-13h00 // 14h30-18h30 &lt;br /&gt;Local: Audiência Zero - Rua Silva Brinco, 256 (S. Mamede de Infesta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As práticas relacionadas com performance audiovisual estão ligadas à interdisciplinaridade. Cada projecto converge em si pessoas e conhecimentos das tecnologias computacionais, artes, design e ciências, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Este workshop propõe uma apresentação do que é a performance audiovisual através de uma abordagem genérica a esta multidisciplinaridade.&lt;br /&gt;Na sua maior parte, os artistas que trabalham nesta área da performance audiovisual, têm já uma carreira construída de experiências em outras áreas profissionais artísticas. O acto performativo traz uma perspectiva inovadora e única ao trabalho visual bidimensional porque permite a presença e participação de uma assistência no processo criativo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audienciazero.org/cct/index.php?option=com_cct&amp;task=view&amp;id=82"&gt;Mais informação no site da AZ (que são uns gajos superifxes!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-6032817427715974773?l=dareceber.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/6032817427715974773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=6032817427715974773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/6032817427715974773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/6032817427715974773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/10/workshop-de-performance-audiovisual-e.html' title='Workshop de Performance Audiovisual e VJing'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17709314705025578898'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuXkOUj9I6I/AAAAAAAAAmg/knGSSMATAwI/s72-c/VJing-workshop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-9109786326250718014</id><published>2009-10-18T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T03:15:13.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paralelismo do real V.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/StxVK8c1ydI/AAAAAAAAAlw/XuImHhWuyaQ/s1600-h/gotico02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/StxVK8c1ydI/AAAAAAAAAlw/XuImHhWuyaQ/s320/gotico02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394280100197157330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading the picture bellow: Is it the frog who kisses the princess or is she who kisses the frog?&lt;br /&gt;After four days away, at last I am back to the safety of the peaceful isolation of my mountain. &lt;br /&gt;I have been playing a dangerous game of combining information I find when studying the written word (following the big steps of its history), in parallel realities and in metaphors to explain this reality I am physically living in. Basically this game combines all subjects of study: readings, teachings and others I find randomly in conversations. Realtime is the only possible methodology to make sense out of the apparent mess of these combinations. &lt;br /&gt;Theory of Complexity seems to be a too simple explanation for all this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-9109786326250718014?l=dareceber.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/9109786326250718014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=9109786326250718014' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/9109786326250718014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/9109786326250718014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/10/paralelismo-do-real.html' title='Paralelismo do real V.2'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17709314705025578898'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/StxVK8c1ydI/AAAAAAAAAlw/XuImHhWuyaQ/s72-c/gotico02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-7560465581148199097</id><published>2009-10-16T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T08:26:29.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The first week N.5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/Stszgz9_6jI/AAAAAAAAAlo/rgvlkNPv6SQ/s1600-h/Photo+63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/Stszgz9_6jI/AAAAAAAAAlo/rgvlkNPv6SQ/s320/Photo+63.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393961617505380914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My horoscope for this week was absolutely, rigorously exact on its predictions.&lt;br /&gt;Bronté reads Heidegger. &lt;br /&gt;Agatha Christie and social sci-fi influence written worlds. These worlds are sometimes dreams and other times unbelievable, fantastic real stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-7560465581148199097?l=dareceber.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/7560465581148199097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=7560465581148199097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7560465581148199097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7560465581148199097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-week-n5.html' title='The first week N.5'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17709314705025578898'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/Stszgz9_6jI/AAAAAAAAAlo/rgvlkNPv6SQ/s72-c/Photo+63.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-3872344858932026417</id><published>2009-10-09T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T04:05:07.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um sonho Bronté. Uma perspectiva inquisitiva.</title><content type='html'>NUMA HISTÓRIA SEM ACASOS NEM ACIDENTES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duas paredes em frente uma da outra. Três pessoas, médicos, olham de frente, outras três pessoas, os grupos encostados a paredes opostas.&lt;br /&gt;- Dois de vocês vão morrer. Não se deve a qualquer registo de doenças fatais em nenhum dos vossos relatórios, esta é simplesmente a melhor solução para todos. Não há preferência por qual de vocês deixar vivo. &lt;br /&gt;Os médicos eram pessoas sérias e o seu poder é legítimo para avaliar as condições de saúde do conjunto de toda a humanidade.&lt;br /&gt;Uma das pessoas que não era da equipa médica perguntou se podia ao menos se despedir da família.&lt;br /&gt;- Não vamos ser sentimentais quando se trata de terminar uma vida. Se for seleccionado para morrer, os outros que deixa não lhe serão de valor algum e por isso não temos nós, nem o senhor nem eu, que ser juizes dos sentimentos de quem cá fica. Além da morte não há nada. O fim é o fim, é dar lugar aos outros que são mais aptos e assim prepetuar a espécie humana, em constante evoluão.&lt;br /&gt;(Serei morto porque fiz uma pergunta?)&lt;br /&gt;-Vamos fazer a escolha de forma justa. Quem tem preferência por morrer. Voluntários? Não?&lt;br /&gt;(Será que ganho o jogo e fico vivo se me mostrar pronto a largar da minha vida?)&lt;br /&gt;- Senhor Doutor, tenho família: mulher e três filhos.&lt;br /&gt;- Saiba o senhor que pelo menos está consciente neste momento da situação vida ou morte. Imagine que um dia encontrava a morte por acidente. Sinta este momento como um previlégio. A sua família e os seus amigos sabem que um dia se perderão, ou irão perder alguém das suas relações, inesperadamente. Todos sabemos disso. A sua mulher seguirá a vida, os seus filhos serão adultos um dia.&lt;br /&gt;Os médicos, como sabemos, são desprovidos de sentimentos, clinicamente falando. Detectam as doenças, curam as que podem. São clinicamente capazer de dar vida e matar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-3872344858932026417?l=dareceber.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/3872344858932026417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=3872344858932026417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/3872344858932026417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/3872344858932026417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-sonho-bronte-uma-perspectiva.html' title='Um sonho Bronté. Uma perspectiva inquisitiva.'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17709314705025578898'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-7945391878912473499</id><published>2009-10-05T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T06:34:19.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News from this isolated little mountain 3 floors above the ground</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/Ssn0JOq1hfI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0ngfjmtlRnQ/s1600-h/garder-in-the-mountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/Ssn0JOq1hfI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0ngfjmtlRnQ/s320/garder-in-the-mountain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389106868519273970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have been traveling to the future, living impossible tales and in absurd worlds. Writing fiction: creating ways to live non attached to physical, bodily reality. While at this I wait for other Bronté to get back from the mountain: her mountain.&lt;br /&gt;2. Is time to say goodbye for now to my good companion George Bataille. I found in his books a unique view of god as a need and not as a reality. Nietzsche needs to kill god. Bataille needs to understand why God. What I was looking for is something else which I didn´t find yet. Is some sort of a deep feeling about violence and order. I will get back to my research once I have the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;3. Back to reading I did when I was 16 years old: (1973) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Le paradigme perdu: la nature humaine&lt;/span&gt;, and more from the same author: Edgar Morin. Adjusting readings to the subject of my reseach, I am reading (1990&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;) Introduction à la pensée complexe&lt;/span&gt;, in order ro contextualize audiovisual performance as a multidisciplinary artistic area and from there develop the possibilities to a mergence between practice and reflective theory.&lt;br /&gt;4. Change in lifestyle: less of a night life goer and more of a drifter, less of a word or time spender to a learner of the methods of using personal resources in a more economic way, especially time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-7945391878912473499?l=dareceber.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/7945391878912473499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=7945391878912473499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7945391878912473499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7945391878912473499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/10/news-from-this-isolated-little-mountain.html' title='News from this isolated little mountain 3 floors above the ground'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17709314705025578898'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/Ssn0JOq1hfI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0ngfjmtlRnQ/s72-c/garder-in-the-mountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-5449441298556715907</id><published>2009-09-30T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T02:51:03.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't No Mountain High Enough</title><content type='html'>At this moment I am breaking my self imposed silence to quote a sentence I just read somewhere on the present virtual world. &lt;br /&gt;The quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Song lyrics can be very thought provoking. What have you heard recently that made you stop and think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From The Economist Thinking Space&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-5449441298556715907?l=dareceber.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/5449441298556715907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=5449441298556715907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/5449441298556715907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/5449441298556715907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/09/aint-no-mountain-high-enough.html' title='Ain&apos;t No Mountain High Enough'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17709314705025578898'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-3846931285033520321</id><published>2009-09-20T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:19:15.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Murmurinho Lactoso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SrY1mJkYi1I/AAAAAAAAAlY/Z3QfaxO3y9g/s1600-h/agrikultur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SrY1mJkYi1I/AAAAAAAAAlY/Z3QfaxO3y9g/s320/agrikultur.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383549334087830354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro album dos misteriosos Tracktorum chama-se Agrikultur. Fez parte do processo de desenvolvimento deste trabalho musical a leitura e debate regulares, entre os membros da banda mas não exclusivamente, de vários textos e excerptos dos livros de George Bataille. Estas leituras, que fazem parte do processo criativo, são já em si resultados que tomam outros formatos para além do músical. Esta não é uma ideia original mas ainda assim é pouco usual. Para além destes encontros e discussões, os Tracktorum fazem acção pública que por vezes toma a forma de cartas dirigidas a determinados individuos, à semelhança dos Letristas Internacionais, cuja reacção é abordada nas letras das músicas. O album é uma viagem íntima pelos sons agriculas da Suécia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-3846931285033520321?l=dareceber.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/3846931285033520321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=3846931285033520321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/3846931285033520321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/3846931285033520321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/09/murmurinho-lacteo.html' title='Murmurinho Lactoso'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17709314705025578898'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SrY1mJkYi1I/AAAAAAAAAlY/Z3QfaxO3y9g/s72-c/agrikultur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-7213286594398417441</id><published>2009-09-18T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T03:26:00.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não sabendo bem a diferença entre introspecção (íntransmitivel) e diálogo (de mim para os outros)</title><content type='html'>Quais as razões que nos levam a fazer para dizer algo de nós aos outros?&lt;br /&gt;Uma artista, terminada cada uma das suas enormes esculturas, afunda-as no oceano em frente a sua casa. Visto que as esculturas são interditas, embora existam, chegou-nos a história do seu trabalho. Tal como o conhecimento do sorriso enigmático da Mona Lisa: mitos da reprodução. A primeira obra que viaja pela via oral e a segunda pela via da imagem impressa. &lt;br /&gt;Escrever um diário parece ser um acto diferente assim como desenhar num caderno de esboços. Em princípio é um acto de fazer só para nós. Sob estes cadernos pessoais juramos-nos honestidade suprema e qualquer intruso será banido das nossas relações. Há uma lei nunca escrita que protege a liberdade destes objectos e um escudo que os torna impenetraveis. Sobre estes não há mitos nem história a ser contada. Há no entanto os diários que postumamente são publicados. Será que é isso que motiva os escritores de diários? Que sejam compreendidas as suas vidas somente após a sua morte? Então, será que até estes são escritos/desenhados tendo em vista a comunicaçao com os outros?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-7213286594398417441?l=dareceber.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/7213286594398417441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=7213286594398417441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7213286594398417441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7213286594398417441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/09/nao-sabendo-bem-onde-esta-diferenca.html' title='Não sabendo bem a diferença entre introspecção (íntransmitivel) e diálogo (de mim para os outros)'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17709314705025578898'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-395367661148653203</id><published>2009-09-04T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T10:47:22.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De volta ao transcendente</title><content type='html'>A verdade é que gosto de todos os concertos, neles (ou nestes momentos), procuro a felicidade. Deve de acontecer concerteza uma reacção química resultado da ansiedade e do desprendimento do ego. Mais tarde, na maior parte dos casos é no dia seguinte, penso no que aprendi, o que vou mudar e melhorar para  próxima vez. Racionalizo o evento.&lt;br /&gt;Esta madrugada pensava nisto ao lêr o livro &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Zen e a Arte do Tiro com Arco&lt;/span&gt; de Eugen Herrigel. &lt;br /&gt;Para uma explicação do fenómeno que acontece ao artista durante uma performance. O momento performativo, que é um momento de criação artística, é também um momento em que o lado racional está pouco presente. Eu e a imagem projectada compomos a mesma realidade. Não sou exterior ao processo nem o é a imagem que se apresenta em frente à audiência. No meio deste processo, que vai do meu cérebro aos visuais projectados e para que este fluxo entre o meu pensamento e o resultado aconteça, encontra-se a técnologia utilizada (o computador e o projector). Nesta relação, a máquina, onde armazeno o meu material, é a continuação do meu corpo, ou seja, é extenção da minha imaginação. O ocmputador faz parte desta realidade momentânea. Esta realidade, uma trindade, é composta por 1.mim-artista o 2.meu computador com extenção ao projector e 3.imagem projectada. Esta realidade é uma só. Sou exterior a mim, para além do limites do espaço que ocupa o meu corpo. Sou (eu, computador, projecção) um diálogo com a música e  com a audiência. Neste último ponto o Laurent Carlier discordaria porque ele acha que cada um: músico, artista visual e público criam a sua própria narrativa e são entidades singulares e sem relaçção. Eu acho que isso é uma leitura muito superfícial. Já o mark Amerika concordaria totalmente, por muitas razões, mas também porque se interessa pelo budismo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-395367661148653203?l=dareceber.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/395367661148653203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=395367661148653203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/395367661148653203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/395367661148653203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/09/de-volta-ao-transcendente.html' title='De volta ao transcendente'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17709314705025578898'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-5178159381338152242</id><published>2009-09-02T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T01:37:14.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabriel sem distância</title><content type='html'>O Gabriel Menotti, que tem participado no projecto VJ Theory e esteve cá no Porto o ano passado para o ARTECH, modera a dicussão deste mês na mailing list Empyre. O tema para debate é a projecção cinematigráfica (no sentido físico e material). De que forma a tela é parte do trabalho visual, como um elemento activo ou meramente aplanador da profundidade do espaço.&lt;br /&gt;O Gabriel é brasileiro, curador, pesquisador e em fase de conclusão do seu PhD no Departamento de Media and Communications da Goldsmiths University of London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.subtle.net/empyre"&gt;A Empyre&lt;/a&gt; é uma mailing list de discussão sobre arte, ciência e tecnologias. Todos os meses há um tema e alguns convidados que tomam a iniciativa de desenvolver o tema escolhido. A estes convidados muitas outras pessoas se juntam no debate. Ao contrário da maior parte das listas esta é dedicada exclusivamente ao debate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-5178159381338152242?l=dareceber.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/5178159381338152242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=5178159381338152242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/5178159381338152242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/5178159381338152242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/09/gabriel-sem-distancia.html' title='Gabriel sem distância'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17709314705025578898'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>