<?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-5828510</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:50:01.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O PRINCIPE MICHKIN</title><subtitle type='html'>OPM - Blog de Sandro Jordao - Um Homem Positivamente Bom.
Comentarios, Sugestoes ou Troca de Berlindes escreva para: sandrojordao@netvisao.pt</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-117098283675614054</id><published>2007-02-08T20:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-10T13:55:05.613Z</updated><title type='text'>Same Jeans</title><summary type='text'>"I´ve had the same jeans on for four days nowI´m gonna go to a disco in the middle of the townEverybody´s dressing upI´m dressing down"(The View)Just Jack, ou simplesmente o primeiro grande disco de 2007! "Overtones" é o album de estreia do antigo DJ inglês Jack Allsopp, que da obscuridade de alguns clubes londrinos acaba de saltar para a ribalta após o single "Starz In Their Eyes" ter entrada </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/117098283675614054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/117098283675614054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117098283675614054' title='Same Jeans'/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-117011523925458179</id><published>2007-01-29T22:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-30T00:00:39.340Z</updated><title type='text'>One Hundred Days</title><summary type='text'>"One day a ship comes inFrom far away a ship comes inOne hundred days you wait for itAnd you know somewhere the ship comes in everyday"(Mark Lanegan)Para hoje 3 regressos: eu aos posts (isto já andava adormecido), o FCP às derrotas para o campeonato e o Jay Jay Johanson aos bons discos! Permitam demorar-me apenas no que ao ultimo item diz respeito uma vez que os outros 2 são polémicos. Nem existe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/117011523925458179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/117011523925458179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#117011523925458179' title='One Hundred Days'/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-116854756764940398</id><published>2007-01-11T19:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-11T20:32:47.676Z</updated><title type='text'>This Is Hardcore</title><summary type='text'>"I´ve seen all the pictures, I´ve studied them foreverI wanna make a movie so let´s star in it together"(Pulp)A canção cujo excerto hoje escolhi para dar nome a esta crónica titula um dos melhores albums da década de 90, autoria dos britânicos Pulp. Facilmente gastaria muitas linhas a gabar a acutilância e consistência do registo ou, pura e simplesmente, demonstrar a inveja que tenho por nunca </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/116854756764940398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/116854756764940398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116854756764940398' title='This Is Hardcore'/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-116819934110830908</id><published>2007-01-07T18:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-07T19:49:01.130Z</updated><title type='text'>Let´s Make Love and Listen Death From Above</title><summary type='text'>"I want you to show me how mad is your loveCome and attack me, it´s not gonna hurtFight me, deny me, if I fear when you´re closeLet´s make love and listen Death From Above"(CSS)No começo de um novo ano, normalmente até fins de Janeiro, aproveito para ouvir alguns albums aos quais apesar de a crítica se ter perdido em elogios eu entendi não serem merecedores de muita atenção. Foi assim que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/116819934110830908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/116819934110830908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116819934110830908' title='Let´s Make Love and Listen Death From Above'/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-116707477909536660</id><published>2006-12-25T18:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-25T19:33:03.616Z</updated><title type='text'>The Winner Takes It All</title><summary type='text'>"The winner takes it allThe looser has to fallIt´s simple and it´s plainWhy should I complain"(Abba)Se forem como eu, nesta altura do ano gostam de saber quais foram para as revistas da especialidade ou opinion makers em geral, os melhores de 2006. Sejam filmes ou discos, sejam alcachofras ou melancias, gosto de, pura e simplesmente, os ver ali alinhados, de 1 a 10, 20 ou 50, conforme a escala, e</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/116707477909536660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/116707477909536660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116707477909536660' title='The Winner Takes It All'/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-116638385543928317</id><published>2006-12-17T18:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-17T19:32:23.886Z</updated><title type='text'>Tubthumping</title><summary type='text'>"I get knocked downBut I get up againYou´re never going to keep me down"(Chumbawamba)Abro a Tabu desta semana e a propósito da habitual reportagem "na casa de" dou de caras com uma das minhas imbirrações de longa data, aqueles calhamaços absurdamente caros de tamanho A3 e capa dura a que algumas pessoas convencionaram apelidar de livros, que se colocam nas salas de estar finas e cuja utilidade é </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/116638385543928317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/116638385543928317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116638385543928317' title='Tubthumping'/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-116587927619839284</id><published>2006-12-11T23:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-11T23:21:16.206Z</updated><title type='text'>Who Wants To Live Forever</title><summary type='text'>"Who wants to live forever?Who dares to love forever?"(Queen)Ei-lo:AMOR TRANSPARENTESeria diferente,Pudesse eu te embriagarDe amor transparente,Atraente, para melhorar.É como um banho quenteMas o bálsamo, por mais que tenteContinuas a declinar.Seria diferente,Pudesse eu te converterAo amor transparente,Imponente, para rejuvenescer.É como um poema ardenteMas o ritual, por mais que tenteTarda em </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/116587927619839284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/116587927619839284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116587927619839284' title='Who Wants To Live Forever'/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-116567308194658770</id><published>2006-12-09T13:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-09T14:04:41.956Z</updated><title type='text'>Agua</title><summary type='text'>"Razón y piel, difícil mezlaAgua y sed, serio problemaCómo quieres ser mi amigaSi por ti me perdería"(Jarabe de Palo)Literariamente falando a época natalícia está cada vez mais a tornar-se uma espécie de silly seasson à boa maneira política dado o rol de novos e disparatados livros que surgem nos escaparates. Senão vejamos, podemos ir à livraria mais próxima e saber toda a história da vida de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/116567308194658770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/116567308194658770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116567308194658770' title='Agua'/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-116536214031847664</id><published>2006-12-05T22:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-05T23:42:20.523Z</updated><title type='text'>When You Were Young</title><summary type='text'>"He doesn´t look a thing like JesusBut he talks like a gentlemanLike you imagined when you were young"(The Killers)"The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from..." Por 8 vezes o apresentador Tony Chimel usou destas palavras para gáudio de um Pavilhão Atlântico repleto de fãs da World Wrestling Entertainment. A SMACKDOWN trouxe a Portugal a sua December Live Tour e </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/116536214031847664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/116536214031847664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116536214031847664' title='When You Were Young'/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-116508644957931100</id><published>2006-12-02T18:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-12-02T19:08:54.610Z</updated><title type='text'>You Know My Name</title><summary type='text'>"The coldness burns through my veinsYou know my name"(Chris Cornell)Pudemos assistir ontem a um derby bem disputado, o que não implicou ser bem jogado, ao qual apesar do golo madrugador de Ricardo Rocha não faltaram aquelas jogadas rasgadinhas que resultaram em 2 expulsões para cada lado. O Benfica foi superior, aproveitou com mestria os erros do adversário, uma equipa sobre-valorizada pela </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/116508644957931100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/116508644957931100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116508644957931100' title='You Know My Name'/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-116467822455025673</id><published>2006-11-28T00:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-28T01:43:44.846Z</updated><title type='text'>Me Haces Tanto Bien</title><summary type='text'>"Y que calor! Me gusta tu infiernoOh! Que calor echa más lena al fuego que esAbrasador ahora esta dentro de miMe hace sudar, me hace volver a ti"(Amistades Peligrosas)Pouco escreve o príncipe, pensais vós! Porém é ao contrário. Encontrámos recentemente o homem embrenhado em construções frásicas, apurando rimas em torno daquele que poderá ser o regresso à escrita original de poesia. Falou-me de um</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/116467822455025673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/116467822455025673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116467822455025673' title='Me Haces Tanto Bien'/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-116336309278429424</id><published>2006-11-12T18:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:24:52.846Z</updated><title type='text'>Client</title><summary type='text'>Available on requestWe never say noSatisfaction guaranteedSuperior qualityWe innovate, never imitate(Client)Andava eu cabisbaixo por ter conseguido a proeza de falhar 2 concertos da nova tour dos The Gift no espaço de 3 dias (não pude deslocar-me ao Olga Cadaval em Sintra na 6.ª feira e a actuação de logo à noite no Cine-Teatro de Alcobaça está esgotada à muito) quando, ironia das ironias, uma </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/116336309278429424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/116336309278429424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116336309278429424' title='Client'/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-116320395467898136</id><published>2006-11-10T23:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-11T00:12:35.156Z</updated><title type='text'>FAQ´s</title><summary type='text'>P - O que tem em comum os filmes "A Dália Negra" (Brian De Palma), "Marie Antoinette" (Sofia Copolla) e "Entre Inimigos" (Martin Scorcese)?R - São películas até agora ignorados pelo Delta, único cinema em Caldas da Rainha, de entre outras estreadas recentemente. Actualmente nas suas duas exíguas salas estão em exibição os seguintes achados: "Loucos e Apaixonados", chachada romântica com Josh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/116320395467898136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/116320395467898136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116320395467898136' title='FAQ´s'/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-116286098752380726</id><published>2006-11-07T00:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-07T01:10:51.130Z</updated><title type='text'>I Can´t Decide</title><summary type='text'>"I can´t decide whether you should live or dieThough you will probably go to heavenPlease don´t hang your head and cry"(Scissor Sisters)O tempo (ou tiempo, para ir praticando a língua de Cervantes como recomenda a bonita e simpática Isabel Matos, formadora nas aulas de Aperfeiçoamento de Espanhol que começei na semana passada) é um substantivo de que não tenho disposto em abundância ultimamente. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/116286098752380726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/116286098752380726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116286098752380726' title='I Can´t Decide'/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-116208942126642484</id><published>2006-10-29T01:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-29T02:38:24.046Z</updated><title type='text'>Heaven Knows I´m Miserable Now</title><summary type='text'>"In my lifeWhy do I smileAt people who I'd much rather kick in the eye?I was happy in the haze of a drunken hourBut heaven knows I'm miserable now"(The Smiths)Quem na passada 5.ª feira se deslocou à renovada Praça de Touros do Campo Pequeno em Lisboa teve a possibilidade de assistir a um grande concerto dos britânicos Muse.Apesar de já terem tocado anteriormente em Portugal esta foi a 1.ª vez que</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/116208942126642484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/116208942126642484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116208942126642484' title='Heaven Knows I´m Miserable Now'/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-116173321395596235</id><published>2006-10-24T21:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T00:53:13.323+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago</title><summary type='text'>"You came to take usAll things go, all things goTo recreate usAll things grow, all things grow"(Sufjan Stevens)Saí de casa desconfiado. Mau tempo, má crítica, Ben Affleck... Mau filme? Não, nada disso!"Man About Town", que a par de "The Matador" de Richard Shepard é para mim um forte candidato a filme indy do ano (e ainda está nas salas o vencedor de Sundance "Little Miss Sunshine" que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/116173321395596235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/116173321395596235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116173321395596235' title='Chicago'/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-116164453700678614</id><published>2006-10-23T22:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T00:02:17.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo o Tempo do Mundo</title><summary type='text'>"Agora em tudo o que façoO tempo é tão relativoPodes vir por um abraçoPodes vir sem ter motivoTens em mim o teu espaço"(Rui Veloso e Carlos Tê)No domingo fui à Luz e não às Antas, como canta o senhor de quem vos falarei. Foi um Benfica-Estrela da Amadora e o protagonista foi Carlos Xistra, juíz da partida! Mas livra, gastar latim com o covilhanense, quando partida a sério me pregou o Rui Veloso!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/116164453700678614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/116164453700678614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116164453700678614' title='Todo o Tempo do Mundo'/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-116103936312461586</id><published>2006-10-16T23:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T01:03:58.463+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Folks</title><summary type='text'>"If I told you things I did beforeTold you how I used to beWould you go along with someone like meIf you knew my story word for wordHad all of my historyWould you go along with someone like me"(Peter Bjorn &amp; John)Releio o poeta e nao me encontro. Escrevo lento. Tento...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/116103936312461586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/116103936312461586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116103936312461586' title='Young Folks'/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-110096245641281161</id><published>2004-11-20T14:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-20T14:59:02.536Z</updated><title type='text'>Our Mutual Friends</title><summary type='text'>"We talked about the noiseAnd how it´s hard to hear your own voiceAbove the beat and the sub-bass."(The Divine Comedy)A lógica e a razão, porque é de racionalidade que vamos tratar hoje, reclama que não frequentemos locais onde já fomos e continuamos a ser servidos com indiferença e lentidão, sem um mínimo de simpatia e personalismo que qualquer tipo de prestação de serviços exige. Mas eu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/110096245641281161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/110096245641281161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110096245641281161' title='Our Mutual Friends'/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-110081704169044291</id><published>2004-11-18T21:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-20T14:56:10.436Z</updated><title type='text'>The World At Large</title><summary type='text'>"Ice-age heat wave, can't complain.If the world's at large, why should I remain?Walked away to another plan.Gonna find another place, maybe one I can stand."(Modest Mouse)Hoje estreia o 2046, novo filme de Wong Kar-Wai, que realizou entre outros os maravilhosos "Chungking Express" e "Disponível Para Amar". Infelizmente, nas fartas salas de cinema caldenses (2!!!) a Filmitalus preferiu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/110081704169044291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/110081704169044291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110081704169044291' title='The World At Large'/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-110073171957635373</id><published>2004-11-17T22:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-17T22:48:39.576Z</updated><title type='text'>Rendez-Vous</title><summary type='text'>Passou mais de um ano desde que publiquei pela ultima vez as ideias do enfermo principe russo que dá nome a este weblog. E que dizer depois deste tempo passado?Sucessivamente ofendido, enxovalhado, apunhalado e envenenado (entre uma dúzia de maldades não necessariamente acabadas em "ado"), conforme me confidenciou um cliente ucraniano do banco em que trabalho (aquando da deslocação deste para </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/110073171957635373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/110073171957635373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110073171957635373' title='Rendez-Vous'/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-106771388619991183</id><published>2003-11-01T19:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-01T19:25:36.033Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Provavelmente farto de carros e playmates parece que o milionário saudita Al Alwaleed vai comprar à Ferreira Leite as dívidas dos contribuintes portugueses ao fisco e à segurança social. Bin Abdul, de primeiro nome, tem como lema comprar por mil milhões tudo o que valha quatro mil milhões mas desta vez não sabe no que se está a meter. O homem pode mandar para cá o que ele quiser: terroristas, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/106771388619991183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/106771388619991183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106771388619991183' title=''/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-106693728308091717</id><published>2003-10-23T20:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T20:37:00.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fui hoje chamado à  atenção pelo meu colega e amigo Nuno Amaro devido ao que aqui escrevi a propósito do aumento das propinas. Dizia ele que o aumento era na verdade um esquema no qual o Estado, para não cumprir com o orçamentado para o ensino superior, endossava encapuçadamente a factura aos estudantes. Una verguenza, por supuesto!Bom, meu caro, cá estou eu, como disse, a corroborar da tua </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/106693728308091717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/106693728308091717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106693728308091717' title=''/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-106685983203110809</id><published>2003-10-22T22:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T22:57:12.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Acabei de ler ontem "100 Anos de Solidão" de Gabriel Garcia Marquez e em boa ora não desisti deste livro (convenhamos que não é fácil acompanhar 4 gerações inteiras de uma estirpe que se traduziram seguramente em mais de 100 personagens diferentes) pois o seu final é mágico... Sempre fui desconfiado relativamente a prémios nóbel (talvez exceptuando Camus) e a outra obra de Marquez que lera não me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/106685983203110809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/106685983203110809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106685983203110809' title=''/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-106668708530202795</id><published>2003-10-20T22:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T23:00:39.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quanto à  nova campanha anti-tabàgica parece-me essencialmente virada para os mais jovens, aqueles que agora se iniciam ou iniciaram no cigarrinho, e que alertados desta forma tão explicita (que não somente os avisos da mamã), possivelmente já não irão fumar ou pelo menos pensarão 2 vezes em fazê-lo. De resto, como dizia Vera Jardim no Prós e Contras que está a decorrer na RTP1, esta campanha </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/106668708530202795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/106668708530202795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106668708530202795' title=''/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-106658266435821368</id><published>2003-10-19T17:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T17:57:44.520+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Só para não ser acusado de comodismo face ás acções do partido mais importante da coligação que actualmente governa o país, devo deixar claro que não incluí o caso da cunha entre ministros nem o aumento das propinas no ensino superior no post anterior porque, no primeiro caso, e como bem lembra Alfredo Barroso (que com regojizo vejo com Nuno Rogeiro no Crossfire da SIC Notícias) no Expresso, já </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/106658266435821368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/106658266435821368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106658266435821368' title=''/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-106658095003504920</id><published>2003-10-19T17:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T17:32:45.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Na vastidão do Quinto Império (Portugal, para os leigos), Deus está morto e o Homem não precisa de sonhar para a má-obra nascer...Não chegava a Casa Pia, a Fátima Felgueiras e os GNR...Temos a apoteose de Dom Pedroso na Assembleia da República, o Big Brother nos manuais de Português do 10.º ano e o regresso da Mocidade Port(as)uguesa! O lider do maior partido da oposição, esse está-se </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/106658095003504920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/106658095003504920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106658095003504920' title=''/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-106657844314148934</id><published>2003-10-19T16:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T16:49:05.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>William Shakespeare disse: "Nada Peças Emprestado, Nem Emprestes; Pois Muitas Vezes Se Perdem o Empréstimo e o Amigo, E Pedir Emprestado Diminui a Margem de Economia."Oscar Wilde disse: "Qualquer Pessoa é Capaz de Compartilhar os Sofrimentos de um Amigo, mas é Necessária uma Natureza Muito Firme Para Compartilhar o Sucesso de um Amigo."Já Maria Elisa, futura cozinheira em Londres (pela vasta </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/106657844314148934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/106657844314148934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106657844314148934' title=''/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-106496884543056723</id><published>2003-10-01T01:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T01:41:37.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um economista é um especialista que saberá amanhã a razão de as coisas que previra ontem não terem acontecido hoje. Laurence J. Peter</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/106496884543056723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/106496884543056723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106496884543056723' title=''/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-106496871965835988</id><published>2003-10-01T01:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T01:38:39.273+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Isto de ser recém-licenciado em busca do primeiro emprego está a dar comigo em doido de tal modo que entre o enviar de C.V.´s e o desesperar por respostas fui buscar ao armário estas piadas sobre economistas. Agora que a moral está mesmo em baixo até que são engraçadas...— A Economia é o único campo da Ciência onde duas pessoas podem ganhar um Prémio Nobel dizendo exactamente coisas opostas.—</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/106496871965835988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/106496871965835988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106496871965835988' title=''/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-106436054714569566</id><published>2003-09-24T00:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T00:42:26.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A humanidade não traz nada nem leva a nada, a sua história é vã porque tudo se repete e regressa ao mesmo.O espírito é uma ilusão criada pelas discordâncias da vontade.O amor é uma ilusão que a natureza se serve para para garantir a reprodução da espécie.Os nossos desejos, que nascem indefinidamente, são ora frustrados pela ressistência encontrada, ora desfeitos pela satisfação.É por isso que</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/106436054714569566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/106436054714569566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106436054714569566' title=''/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-106408310513344048</id><published>2003-09-20T19:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T19:38:24.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um homem caricato mas não caricaturável! É esta a melhor forma de definir F. A melhor e a única, deixo-o desde já bem claro. Se era português, alto, magro, destro, solteiro, excêntrico, comunista, nudista, autodidacta ou louco pouco interessa e estas características discorridas de forma completamente aleatória deverão somente constituir hipóteses para quem pretenda obter do sujeito uma imagem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/106408310513344048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/106408310513344048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106408310513344048' title=''/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-106398716371273912</id><published>2003-09-19T16:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T22:05:42.203+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Parafraseando (não sei se foi bem isto mas enfim...) um dos profíquos comentadores de cinema do Curto Circuito na SIC Radical (o que garantiu ter gostado muito do American Pie 3) um mau filme com John Cusack é sempre melhor que um mau filme sem o John Cusack e nesse ponto dou-lhe toda a razão. Então o que dizer de um bom filme com o John Cusack? Experimentem visionar "Alta Fidelidade" de Stephen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/106398716371273912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/106398716371273912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106398716371273912' title=''/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-106390847296085855</id><published>2003-09-18T19:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T22:04:31.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aplausos para esta fenomenal descoberta sobre o próximo FCP-SLB para a SuperLiga Portuguesa, que se encontra contida no jornal desportivo O Jogo: "...será a quarta oportunidade que os pupilos de Camacho terão para vencer uma formação equipada de azul, depois de terem baqueado ante a Lázio (nas duas mãos da pré-eliminatória da Liga dos Campeões) e de terem cedido um empate frente ao Belenenses." </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/106390847296085855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/106390847296085855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106390847296085855' title=''/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828510.post-106388010560055776</id><published>2003-09-18T11:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T22:04:15.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Para quem se está a interrogar sobre quem é o digníssimo Lev Nikolaevitch, o último dos principes Michkin, faça favor de ler atenta e sossegadamente a obra "O Idiota" de Fiodor Dostoievski. De preferência vá intervalando a leitura com a audição do novíssimo "North" de Elvis Costello (ver Blitz de 16/10/03 para detalhes) e uns beijitos ao seu amor. Já leu o dito calhamaço, foi? Então passe logo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/106388010560055776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828510/posts/default/106388010560055776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrojordao.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106388010560055776' title=''/><author><name>Sandro Jordão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05782757256005554041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
