<?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-33753053</id><updated>2011-10-25T15:21:49.855+01:00</updated><category term='Ciência'/><category term='idade'/><category term='lingua portuguesa'/><category term='Natal'/><category term='Religião'/><category term='envelhecimento'/><category term='Deus'/><title type='text'>Pensatório do Tecedas</title><subtitle type='html'>Pensatório a.k.a pensieve, a stone basin, covered in mystic runes, with a liquid or gas within it, used to store thoughts and/or memories especially to relieve the mind when it becomes too flooded with information. (adapt. de Wikipedia)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tecedas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157345935805610692</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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33753053.post-8359930562333395676</id><published>2010-03-01T14:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-01T14:10:57.760Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religião'/><title type='text'>Religião</title><content type='html'>Superstição é a religião do Outro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33753053-8359930562333395676?l=pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/feeds/8359930562333395676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33753053&amp;postID=8359930562333395676' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/8359930562333395676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/8359930562333395676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/2010/03/religiao.html' title='Religião'/><author><name>Tecedas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157345935805610692</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33753053.post-4261227850191294501</id><published>2010-02-05T14:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-05T14:06:56.103Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religião'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciência'/><title type='text'>Deus</title><content type='html'>Deus é o que sobra depois da ciência.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33753053-4261227850191294501?l=pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/feeds/4261227850191294501/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33753053&amp;postID=4261227850191294501' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/4261227850191294501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/4261227850191294501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/2010/02/deus.html' title='Deus'/><author><name>Tecedas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157345935805610692</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33753053.post-7139022302414495163</id><published>2010-02-05T14:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-05T14:02:37.505Z</updated><title type='text'>Envelhecer parte II</title><content type='html'>Envelhecer é começar a haver mais pessoas mortas do que vivas de quem temos saudades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33753053-7139022302414495163?l=pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/feeds/7139022302414495163/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33753053&amp;postID=7139022302414495163' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/7139022302414495163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/7139022302414495163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/2010/02/envelhecer-parte-ii.html' title='Envelhecer parte II'/><author><name>Tecedas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157345935805610692</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33753053.post-8708290226446628512</id><published>2010-01-08T19:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-05T14:05:52.260Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='envelhecimento'/><title type='text'>Envelhecer</title><content type='html'>Ser velho significa que as coisas vão deixando de acontecer pela primeira vez para começarem a acontecer pela última!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33753053-8708290226446628512?l=pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/feeds/8708290226446628512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33753053&amp;postID=8708290226446628512' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/8708290226446628512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/8708290226446628512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/2010/01/envelhecer.html' title='Envelhecer'/><author><name>Tecedas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157345935805610692</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33753053.post-1324776807083797066</id><published>2009-05-17T13:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:59:32.334+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um atleta que pensa?</title><content type='html'>Millôr Fernandes afirmou um dia:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pé de atleta é uma doença, cabeça de atleta não há!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Lorenzo parece ser uma das excepções&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://lorenzo48.blogspot.com/&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33753053-1324776807083797066?l=pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://lorenzo48.blogspot.com/' title='Um atleta que pensa?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/feeds/1324776807083797066/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33753053&amp;postID=1324776807083797066' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/1324776807083797066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/1324776807083797066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-atleta-que-pensa.html' title='Um atleta que pensa?'/><author><name>Tecedas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157345935805610692</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33753053.post-8778067217089575765</id><published>2008-11-25T23:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:17:13.049Z</updated><title type='text'>Acerca da venda do espólio de Fernando Pessoa</title><content type='html'>Como farão no futuro os herdeiros dos escritores? que vão vender?&lt;br /&gt;Os ficheiros &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;word? &lt;/span&gt;Os discos rigidos?&lt;br /&gt;Não foi só a informação que se desmaterializou.&lt;br /&gt;Foi também a dimensão física da sua produção.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33753053-8778067217089575765?l=pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/feeds/8778067217089575765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33753053&amp;postID=8778067217089575765' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/8778067217089575765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/8778067217089575765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/2008/11/acerca-da-venda-do-esplio-de-fernando.html' title='Acerca da venda do espólio de Fernando Pessoa'/><author><name>Tecedas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157345935805610692</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33753053.post-8948254553731292602</id><published>2008-11-15T14:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-15T14:12:50.399Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sabendo algumas das histórias que acontecem com regularidade nas nossas escolas, é dificil não estar do lado da Ministra da Educação.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33753053-8948254553731292602?l=pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/feeds/8948254553731292602/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33753053&amp;postID=8948254553731292602' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/8948254553731292602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/8948254553731292602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/2008/11/sabendo-algumas-das-histrias-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Tecedas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157345935805610692</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33753053.post-6868529873471390678</id><published>2008-11-13T08:31:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:41:39.570Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" Obama terminou o discurso da vitoria dizendo &lt;em&gt;Que Deus abençoe os Estados Unidos da América.&lt;/em&gt; Conhecem algum politico europeu capaz de dizer algo parecido?" (João Cesar das Neves, Destak, 13/11/08)&lt;br /&gt;Não, mas também não percebo porque haveria um politico europeu de gritar "que Deus abençoe a América" (sem ser em visita de estado e por motivos de cortesia).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33753053-6868529873471390678?l=pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/feeds/6868529873471390678/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33753053&amp;postID=6868529873471390678' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/6868529873471390678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/6868529873471390678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-terminou-o-discurso-da-vitoria.html' title=''/><author><name>Tecedas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157345935805610692</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33753053.post-8978369177501439172</id><published>2008-11-08T17:29:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-08T17:31:59.288Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Obaminação / Obamination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;s.f., pecado abominavel cometido por político que defrauda as elevadas expectativas que criou no seu eleitorado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33753053-8978369177501439172?l=pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/feeds/8978369177501439172/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33753053&amp;postID=8978369177501439172' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/8978369177501439172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/8978369177501439172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/2008/11/obaminao-obamination-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Tecedas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157345935805610692</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33753053.post-1431534045571344571</id><published>2007-10-28T17:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-01T19:09:30.261Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fresco que nem uma alface, &lt;a href="http://www.corridadotejo.com/video/2007/pt/video.html?011744&amp;amp;hora=1&amp;amp;minutos=17&amp;amp;segundos=44"&gt;tecedas corta a meta&lt;/a&gt; (sou o gajo de T-shirt laranja)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33753053-1431534045571344571?l=pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/feeds/1431534045571344571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33753053&amp;postID=1431534045571344571' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/1431534045571344571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/1431534045571344571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/2007/10/fresco-que-nem-uma-alface-tecedas-corta.html' title=''/><author><name>Tecedas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157345935805610692</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33753053.post-1895050574276232932</id><published>2007-07-26T23:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T18:58:16.724Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Como pode haver uma &lt;em&gt;Christmas Eve&lt;/em&gt; sem haver um&lt;em&gt; Christmas Adam&lt;/em&gt;???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33753053-1895050574276232932?l=pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/feeds/1895050574276232932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33753053&amp;postID=1895050574276232932' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/1895050574276232932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/1895050574276232932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/2007/07/como-pode-haver-um-christmas-eve-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>Tecedas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157345935805610692</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33753053.post-4784165584082815195</id><published>2007-07-06T14:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T14:35:35.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;14h36m 6 Julho 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escrevi a primeira palavra da minha tese de doutoramento: "O"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33753053-4784165584082815195?l=pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/feeds/4784165584082815195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33753053&amp;postID=4784165584082815195' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/4784165584082815195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/4784165584082815195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/2007/07/14h36m-6-julho-2007-escrevi-primeira.html' title=''/><author><name>Tecedas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157345935805610692</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33753053.post-8471353800457936225</id><published>2007-04-30T13:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T18:17:10.329Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(durante uma vigilancia de teste particularmente monótona)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joaquina dobrou a esquina&lt;br /&gt;Leontina tocou concertina&lt;br /&gt;Josefina bebeu gasolina&lt;br /&gt;Miguelina engoliu terebentina&lt;br /&gt;Alcina desceu à cantina&lt;br /&gt;Gumercina destilou glicerina&lt;br /&gt;Otilina amou Columbina&lt;br /&gt;que, com o espanto,&lt;br /&gt;rebolou pela colina acertando em Pierrot que se espetou no capot do Talbot do bisavô.&lt;br /&gt;Acabou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33753053-8471353800457936225?l=pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/feeds/8471353800457936225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33753053&amp;postID=8471353800457936225' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/8471353800457936225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/8471353800457936225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/2007/04/durante-uma-vigilancia-de-teste.html' title=''/><author><name>Tecedas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157345935805610692</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33753053.post-5338306706420172362</id><published>2007-02-22T00:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-22T00:16:59.507Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Aviso aos joggers, runners e outros fitness fanatics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para correr não há melhor do que o bom velho J. Sebastian Bach!&lt;br /&gt;Já Mozart não é lá grande coisa. Pelo menos para correr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33753053-5338306706420172362?l=pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/feeds/5338306706420172362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33753053&amp;postID=5338306706420172362' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/5338306706420172362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/5338306706420172362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/2007/02/aviso-aos-joggers-runners-e-outros.html' title=''/><author><name>Tecedas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157345935805610692</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33753053.post-8153272908571947411</id><published>2006-11-10T18:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-21T21:23:23.736Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lingua portuguesa'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Espécies em via de extinção: a numeração ordinal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A númeração ordinal parece estar em vias de extinção, pelo menos nas nossas rádios, tvs e conversas de todos os dias. Mais rara que um panda na segunda circular (ou será na circular 2?), a numeração ordinal parece colocar um dificil problema cognitivo aos redactores de textos das rádios e aos respectivos locutores, para já não falar do "público em geral" e dos estudantes universitários em particular. Assim o vigésimo-quinto jogo do Simão passa a jogo 25, a décima terceira etapa passa a etapa 13 e a sexta lingua mais falada do planeta desliza alegremente para o lugar 1234 em riqueza semântica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33753053-8153272908571947411?l=pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/feeds/8153272908571947411/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33753053&amp;postID=8153272908571947411' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/8153272908571947411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/8153272908571947411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/2006/11/espcies-em-via-de-extino-numerao.html' title=''/><author><name>Tecedas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157345935805610692</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33753053.post-4268769102907646669</id><published>2006-11-10T17:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-10T18:26:55.211Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Natal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lojas à cunha, encontrões, confusão. Cartão de crédito ao rubro, balurdios gastos em coisas que na realidade ninguem quer e que são esquecidas cinco minutos depois de serem recebidas.&lt;br /&gt;Quem inventou o Natal devia ser cruxificado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33753053-4268769102907646669?l=pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/feeds/4268769102907646669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33753053&amp;postID=4268769102907646669' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/4268769102907646669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/4268769102907646669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/2006/11/lojas-cunha-encontres-confuso.html' title=''/><author><name>Tecedas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157345935805610692</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33753053.post-7120699591524500835</id><published>2006-09-20T18:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T18:47:11.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uns foram para as vindimas, outros andam por aí... e estou sozinho em casa com as gatas há mais de 24h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto uma estranha vontade de desgrenhar o cabelo, espalhar fezes pela casa e ir para a rua apanhar cartões velhos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33753053-7120699591524500835?l=pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/feeds/7120699591524500835/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33753053&amp;postID=7120699591524500835' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/7120699591524500835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/7120699591524500835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/2006/09/uns-foram-para-as-vindimas-outros-andam.html' title=''/><author><name>Tecedas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157345935805610692</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33753053.post-3720153624368470113</id><published>2006-09-16T23:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T23:34:38.280+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inconvenientes dos livros enquanto animais de estimação&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Os livros não dão pulos de alegria quando entramos em casa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Os livros não nos saltam para o colo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Os livros não ronronam.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Os livros não ligam quando os coçamos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Os livros não nos dão lambidelas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Os livros não dormem na nossa cama.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Os livros não têm pelo macio&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33753053-3720153624368470113?l=pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/feeds/3720153624368470113/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33753053&amp;postID=3720153624368470113' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/3720153624368470113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/3720153624368470113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/2006/09/inconvenientes-dos-livros-enquanto.html' title=''/><author><name>Tecedas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157345935805610692</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33753053.post-115739568144409643</id><published>2006-09-04T19:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T19:48:01.453+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não deixes para amanhã o que podes mandar os outros fazer hoje.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33753053-115739568144409643?l=pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/feeds/115739568144409643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33753053&amp;postID=115739568144409643' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/115739568144409643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/115739568144409643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-deixes-para-amanh-o-que-podes.html' title=''/><author><name>Tecedas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157345935805610692</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33753053.post-115732023145175982</id><published>2006-09-03T22:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T00:13:53.329Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inside of a dot it's too dark to read - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Groucho Marx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Das vantagens dos livros enquanto animais de estimação&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Os livros não precisam de ser levados à rua uma vez por dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Os livros não precisam que se lhes mude a areia da caixa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Os livros não roem os sapatos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Os livros não afiam as garras no sofá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Os livros não precisam de ir ao veterinário.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Os livros não morrem de velhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Os livros não precisam de latas de comida do supermercado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Os livros não largam pêlo por todo o lado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Os livros não trepam aos armários.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Os livros não arranham quando estão zangados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Os livros não ladram a meio da noite, aliás os livros não ladram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Os livros não atiram coisas ao chão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Os livros não fogem pelas janelas e portas que ficam abertas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Os livros não ficam senis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Os livros não monopolizam o aquecedor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Os livros não se instalam no melhor lugar do sofá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Os livros não têm cio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Os livros não entornam a terra dos vazos da varanda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Os livros não roubam o peixe do jantar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Os livros não têm estados de espírito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33753053-115732023145175982?l=pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/feeds/115732023145175982/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33753053&amp;postID=115732023145175982' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/115732023145175982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/115732023145175982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/2006/09/outside-of-dog-book-is-mans-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Tecedas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157345935805610692</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33753053.post-115731959392327079</id><published>2006-09-03T22:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T23:03:46.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não deixes para amanhã o que podes fazer depois de amanhã.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33753053-115731959392327079?l=pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/feeds/115731959392327079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33753053&amp;postID=115731959392327079' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/115731959392327079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/115731959392327079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-deixes-para-amanh-o-que-podes-fazer.html' title=''/><author><name>Tecedas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157345935805610692</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33753053.post-115720897935523784</id><published>2006-09-02T15:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T15:56:19.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uma Bianal ocorre de dois em dois anus?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33753053-115720897935523784?l=pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/feeds/115720897935523784/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33753053&amp;postID=115720897935523784' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/115720897935523784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/115720897935523784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/2006/09/uma-bianal-ocorre-de-dois-em-dois-anus.html' title=''/><author><name>Tecedas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157345935805610692</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33753053.post-115720884455432550</id><published>2006-09-02T15:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T15:54:04.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lutero não tinha Papas na língua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33753053-115720884455432550?l=pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/feeds/115720884455432550/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33753053&amp;postID=115720884455432550' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/115720884455432550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33753053/posts/default/115720884455432550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensatoriodotecedas.blogspot.com/2006/09/lutero-no-tinha-papas-na-lngua.html' title=''/><author><name>Tecedas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157345935805610692</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
